(a)

Amid the sound of the spring rain, I wrote a letter to Nakamura. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the letter, I said to him: "I have decided to take everything that happens in the ordinary world as it is and with frankness. ”

(b)

After you died, I lived in seclusion, had few interactions with people, and had few friends other than Kaohsiung. There are only two people who can be considered close friends: Mr. Liang Yichen, the editor-in-charge, translation partner, photographer and illustrator with whom I have worked for the longest time, and Mr. Kenichi Nakamura, an alumnus and current translation partner.

Nakamura and I met when we were in college. We are not in the same school. The university he studied at was next door to our university, an engineering university, and there were very few girls in every grade, while the liberal arts department of our school was full of beautiful women. Therefore, it is conceivable that the lonely boys from the school next door, attracted by the ancient power, wander around our campus in groups, hoping to get the opportunity to meet the beautiful women. Later, the two universities merged together, so we can now also say that we can be said to be alumni.

One day, as soon as I returned to the dormitory from the library for evening self-study and put down my schoolbag, I received a paging from the communication room downstairs: "Idealism, come to the communication room on the first floor, someone has brought you a package, waiting for you to take it here." ”

I hurried downstairs, and sure enough, in front of the door of the communication room, I saw a handsome man with glasses, holding a bag of things in his hand, waiting for me.

He bowed deeply to me and said in Japanese, "Hello, Yushin." I'm Kenichi Nakamura, so please take care of me. ”

I looked at the man with glasses in surprise and said, "Are you, Japanese?" ”

He nodded, and said in strange Chinese, "Yes." I am a third-year Japanese student in the Department of Automotive Industry at the school next door. ”

I said, "Oh, it's a good thing." Do you have something to do with me? Is this package for me? ”

He hurriedly handed over the package with both hands and said, "Yes." A small gift is not a tribute. ”

I said, "Gifts? ”

"It's some Hokkaido sweets and sweets," he says. ”

I said, "Why are you giving me a gift?" Did we know each other before? ”

Nakamura said, "You took the class too seriously and probably didn't notice me. I want to learn more about Chinese and ancient Chinese culture during my study abroad, so I have already followed you twice in the big classroom to apply for a cross-university audit of Chinese and Chinese Chinese literature. I'm always sitting in the back row, and probably you haven't noticed. ”

I said, "Oh, that, that, you're welcome, I hope you're having fun." ”

Nakamura said, "Excuse me, can I ask you a favor?" ”

I said, "What's the rush?" ”

He said: "I am not good at Chinese, the teacher speaks very quickly, and there are no handouts, I can't record it, and I heard that the content of the exam is selected from the class notes." If you can't take notes, you can't do well in exams. In these two lectures, I also borrowed the notes of some classmates around me and made up for comparison after class, but I found that their notes were also very sloppy and incomplete. I paid special attention in class and found that you were taking notes all the time during the lecture, and you turned through many pages and remembered a lot. I also asked my classmates, and they all said that your notes are the most complete, and everyone will come to borrow your notes before the exam to copy them. ”

He said, "Many of my classmates don't like to lend notes to Japanese people, and they are very unfriendly to my requests. I don't know, do you mind? ”

I said, "Well, I don't mind. ”

He said, "So, can I borrow your notes for a night after class, and I will definitely come over and return them to you when I have breakfast the next day, so as not to delay your revision." ”

I was a little hesitant.

He quickly took out his student ID and meal card and handed them to me. "If you don't believe me, I can mortgage my documents and meal card here," he said. So-and-so in your grade knows me and is my friend. You can ask him to verify my identity. I'll leave you a phone number, and if you need a note sometime, just make a phone call and I'll come and send it back to you right away. I don't know if this bothers you, can it? The first acquaintance was too abrupt, please forgive me. ”

He said: "My family is very poor, it is not easy to be admitted to the public scholarship and come to China to study, the study time is limited, I want to study solidly, really gained, worthy of the country's funds, worthy of the family's support." Can you please help me? ”

I looked at his sincere expression, looked at the package again, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay then." If there is anything you can't see clearly or don't understand, you can come and ask me, and let's explore it together. ”

He was so happy that he immediately bowed deeply again and said, "That's great, thank you so much for your care." Sorry to bother you. ”

I said, "Are you from Hokkaido?" ”

He said, "Yes." Sapporo. Have you heard of it? I'm from the countryside of Sapporo. It is famous for its snow, snow and cedars, and you can come and play in the winter. ”

Back in the dorm, I unwrapped him.

That was the first time I saw beautiful wagashi and starry sky lollipops.

The food was delicious and beautiful in appearance, and I was very impressed.

That's how I met Nakamura.

(c)

In the first part of the book, "Taiping" ("Gino's Scimitar"), I wrote a lot about military warfare.

Writing about war is not a woman's forte.

Little did I know that I could write about war before I started writing this book.

I deeply feel that these wars are not what I want to write about, they come out of my heart by myself. These wars that crowded my heart came to my heart little by little on the road I pursued all the way to you, in the long time, in the stories of countless people, and in countless selfless readings.

When I was in college, I spent a lot of time in the library. I read a lot. One of them is books about war.

I still remember the first time I wrote "On War" on the borrowing form, the librarian stared at me with a strange look.

She asked, "You borrowed it for your boyfriend, right?" ”

I don't know why she asked such a question, but when I got the library card, I understood that all the people who had borrowed it in the eight years since the book was bought were men.

In my quest for you, I have traversed countless wars.

I follow you thousands of years away, reliving every war you have ever experienced. Every time you want to cut me off from war a thousand years ago.

In order to understand every war you have experienced, and in order to understand you in every war, I have also experienced a lot of human wars that you have not experienced.

I watched how the Arabs fought the Jews, how the Athenians fought the Spartans, how the Carthaginians fought the Romans, how the Egyptians fought the Israelites, how the Germans fought the Austrians, how the Austrians fought the Hungarians, how the Gauls fought the Anglo-Saxons, how the natives of Africa and the Americas fought the Europeans who came from the sea.

I watched all kinds of people fight each other endlessly, I watched how all kinds of people slaughtered all kinds of people, how their own people slaughtered their own people.

In this way, I tracked the many fratricidal wars between humans on my own.

It was only after a great deal of war that I came to understand more and more why you cut me off from these wars, and I understood why you dedicate your short life to ending these wars.

The more wars I have experienced, the more I can perceive your heart.

I was caught in the middle of a war between you and those who weren't.

I was madly trapped in those books, just as I had been madly trapped in this story.

In order to be able to read the tomes that were not allowed to be taken away, I used to read in the library until late at night, and then I was the last to leave the reading room. I kept reading the book, seeing all the people leave, and seeing the caretaker urging me to leave so that the last light could be turned off.

On two occasions, I was attacked by a pervert on my way home because I came back too late alone.

Once, a man rode up behind me, spat out thick phlegm in my face, and then laughed and sped away;

Another time, a man caught me on the road with the smell of alcohol, and as I broke free and ran away, he punched me hard in the eye.

I silently wiped the dirt off my face in the dark, and I covered my eye, which was no longer visible.

When I ran under one of the lighted eaves, I began to shiver uncontrollably in the cold wind.

I trembled at the sinister nature of the human heart, at such a deep and boundless darkness.