In September 1986, on the west coast of the United States, 47 kilometers outside the city of San Francisco, a two-story house surrounded by low brown wooden fences and verdant grass, a white-haired old man sat on a rattan chair on the balcony on the second floor, he closed his eyes and bathed in the warm morning sunshine to give people a very peaceful look, after a while he slowly opened his eyes, looking at the bright sunshine and blue sky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info seems to be thinking about something, the old man's face gives people a very wise and kind but also a sense of rigor, which makes people think that he must be an old professor. He was dressed in a white nightgown, with his arms on either side of the armrests of a wicker chair, and in his hands an airline envelope and several pages of stationery written in beautiful English font written in a fountain pen, when he picked up the letter and read it to the sound of an elegant piano.

Hello Fox, I haven't seen you for more than 40 years. Thank you very much for your help in advance. Thank you for guaranteeing my grandson Xiao Chong's study abroad, and thank you for telling me that they left this world, I am very sad and regret what I said to them when I left, and I am very sorry for Xiao Chong's grandmother. But I'm glad I had Xiao Chong with me. I didn't expect that farewell to become a parting for nearly 40 years, you should be a grandfather or grandfather now, hahaha~~~ Congratulations for decades.

I've missed you and Quinings for decades, nostalgic for the days when we didn't discriminate between skin colors and races, of course. At that time, I am afraid that in this country, I can only feel the beauty of those days between you and me and Quinings. But then, you also know something that has happened for decades. It's not something that can be changed by people like you and me, we have developed from colleagues and friends and even "compatriots" to scientists. It's fate. However, I think it's also very good, at least we didn't face each other on the battlefield. It's a blessing in misfortune.

China is not what you think it is, we are developing and building ourselves to correct our mistakes, and what we are experiencing now is like the country from the pioneer period to the prosperity of steel and science. It's a pity that I'm not young anymore. Otherwise, now is really the time to show your skills and realize your great recovery.

We are getting rich and rising, and I hope that my motherland will become strong on this earth as soon as possible! Just like your country, but it will take time, I know what you want to say now, but I'm going to say it's not my country, it's not! Just like when I left it! Quinings and I used to see it as our homeland, but it was clear that it wasn't, at least then.

At that time, we were aliens and illegitimate children in the eyes of this country, and it should have changed a lot now, right? I don't need to talk about that. Yes, I also hope that it will get better and more harmonious. Fulfill the promise it has made in this world. I've lived here for decades. It has taught me a lot, and there are many people and things in this country that I miss, like you and Quinine... They, when my forefathers followed you and the ancestors of Quinine, set foot on its land, they became one with it. I thought so, maybe I was too naïve, I will never forget the way Quinings sent me when I left, how is he now? You didn't mention him in your first letter, is he enjoying family fun somewhere in the United States like you are, or is ... Sky! I hope he doesn't do anything stupid. I really miss the good saxophone he played.

If you look at the Tiananmen parade in 1984, I know you're going to talk about me again. Do you remember when I quarreled with you over the topic of nation and state? Those words.

Once upon a time, we were the center of this world.

Once upon a time, our country's territory was unmatched in the world!

Once upon a time, our civilization and culture were overwhelmed by the world!!

Once upon a time, our wealth was unmatched in the world!!

Once upon a time, our national prestige was feared by any other country!!

Once upon a time, our people were proud that their motherland was named China!!!

However, times have changed. Our land is divided by the Great Powers! Our wealth and our people have been slaughtered and plundered! Our national prestige and dignity have been trampled on!! Our army can only resist the strong ships and artillery of the invaders with broadswords, spears and flesh and blood!! Our people are being held up to walk on their own land in the name of livestock!! Why is everything like this?! Why is the powerful motherland in the past no match for the British Isles and the four islands that can't resist the east! Should we call it China? No! We're going to change that! We're going back!!

At that time, our enthusiastic scientists were all enthusiastic about these words, and their blood was spurting! But you said that if you go back, will you have to repeat these words on the soil of another country in a few decades?! I was arguing with you and ended up punching you hard, which was the first time we had a fight. For the first time, you fought for your own nation and country on American soil, but you didn't fight back. Instead, he said to me, "You don't even want to waste time arguing with me, you just want to kill people and use your fists." Your nation is too easy to kill, and before your country is strong, you want to kill people and destroy the country. If you do go back, your country will be as powerful as many countries! But eventually it will go back to square one. ”

Fox, I know you have a point. I also respect your views, beliefs, and worldview. I don't think I'm young now, but you're not Chinese, and you mean that we should be willing to be enslaved and killed for the security and prosperity of certain countries now?! I know you mean to say that you are afraid that we will go down the path of extreme nationalism of foreign expansion, right? Thank you for your kindness, and our people and their leaders will make good use of everything this country has for the benefit of his people and all of humanity. We're not like you say, but we believe that there is a cycle of good and evil cause and effect. You don't disagree with that, do you?

Why am I telling you this again, that's all for me, and take me to your family. And quinine. This may be my last letter to you, we're all young anymore, I'll go ahead and wait for you and Quinings, and let him play the saxophone back for us. Let Xiao Chong talk to you in the future. Finally, although we were enthusiastic when we were young, I don't want to influence the thoughts and behaviors of young people today. If one day Xiao Chong's American complex in his body also begins to cover his hair, then let him go. He is a young man, and it is inevitable that he will have explorations and dreams, is it the age of dreaming? Just like we did then. And the United States is a young country, just like him, it is inevitable that there will be some resonance. It's just that he doesn't want to do anything that is sorry for his motherland, ah, why am I saying this, the word motherland may be too heavy for Xiao Shen, let him go!

We don't draw the ground as a prison, we are a member of this earth. No matter where the land is, there will be Chinese bones, blood and footprints walking through. Road, Earth, Ocean and Space. Our nation and country have missed many times and opportunities, but we cannot miss the future. Don't worry, Fox, I haven't forgotten your words, remember the history, face the future. Right.

Friend Lao Shen

It was written on the evening of August 28, 1986

Seeing this, the old man burst into tears. Tears fell on the letterhead, turning into patches of tears, dissolving into the letterhead, and the words on it were blurred. At this time, he pressed the big satellite on his chest and said, "That's right! Old Shen! You're right, I'm naïve! Once upon a time we had wealth and status, higher education and degrees! But why did it become the object of genocide overnight! Yesterday we were eating together, chatting and chasing girls' friends, but today I smirked and pushed them into the gas chamber! Don't even let the kids go! I'm not Chinese! But I can understand how you felt now! ”

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?! Don't scare us! With the cries of the two children, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

"Huh!? No, nothing! Grandpa just learned movie lines! I'm sorry! You keep playing, you keep playing. Next week, Grandpa participates in a community performance competition. The old man was back to what he had been in an instant.

The two children sat down and took a breath before they began to play. The sound of the piano is still so beautiful.