Zhongshi and I moved to our new residence in Beiping in the early spring of 1946. He was the deputy director of the treasury of the Beiping branch at the beginning, although I don't know what this official title is, but there is the word "treasury", in the end, the scenery, my heart is happy, and even the mouth is rarely mixed with him. At that time, Bo Yu was eight years old, and Pingyang was only four years old, both of whom were noisy about eating sugar. I took the two villains around the room, and praised President Fang's vision in my heart: although the house is small, the furnishings in the house are simple and not messy, and you can settle down directly with a little cleaning; On weekdays, it is enough for me to take care of it alone, which really saves a lot of employment costs.

Thinking so, she called him with joy.

— and no one answered. Looking back, he had already neatly packed up the corner of his desk and delved into his ledger.

It's also boring.

I complained to him in my heart, just because I was in a happy mood, I had no intention of worrying with him, and I led the two villains out of the house.

The courtyard is quite regular, square and clean. There is an old locust tree standing next to the wall, although there is no wonderful thing at this time, it is a good place to enjoy the cool in the summer.

It was July, and Zhongshi went to work at the central bank early in the morning. Even if he has been the deputy director of the treasury for more than three months, our life is no different from that in his hometown of Shanghai, and the food and clothing are still barely enough to make ends meet. Zhongshi is busy day and night, and he doesn't ask about family affairs; I also tacitly agreed to ignore his pile of broken ledgers. He intensified his efforts, and a while ago he actually found someone to replace the lock of his account room with a hidden lock, and he didn't know who he was guarding against. For this reason, we quarreled again, he said that he couldn't help me, so he had to dry up, but fortunately Pingyang persuaded him.

That day, Pingyang was aggrieved and aggrieved and pulled the corner of my clothes and said that I wanted to eat sugar, I thought about it, the old locust tree in the courtyard was blooming, although there were not many of them, and I shook it down to make a locust cake, which was also good to relieve the greed of the two villains. Who knew that after a busy morning, the flowers that were shaken down were less than half of the corner of the table. I wanted to find a towel to hang the flowers, but I couldn't find it, and when I passed by the account room in Zhongshi, I only glanced at it slightly, and the door was not locked, leaking out the scenery of most of the room. I didn't look at it, but when I looked at it, I found that the tin box I brought with me when I moved was still spread on the ground, and the miscellaneous items in it were piled up. I got angry and complained, but I pushed the door in and helped him clean up. When I turned to the bottom of the box, I saw a white handkerchief. The corner is embroidered with goose yellow needlework and thread.

I really didn't know what to think, so I stared at the towel for a long time. Knowing that it was his secret that I spied on, I should be ashamed, but I can't be a person after all. So he took a handkerchief, wrapped the flowers, and walked out the door.

In the evening, when Zhongshi returned home, he saw the door of the account room open, and was about to reason with me, when he saw the towel in my hand, he completely shut up.

You said to yourself, are you holding your little cofferet and raising it outside?

His eyes widened and he was about to argue, but I interrupted.

That's the previous good relationship, right?

His eyes twitched, and then the whole person seemed to have been stabbed by something, and he didn't move.

When I saw him like this, I knew that I had almost guessed correctly, but it was not good to lose my temper, so I softened my voice and said after a while:

Cui Zhongshi, you don't even want to deceive me.

It was about the first time I had bowed down in front of him, and he panicked. But I had no intention of arguing with him anymore, so I bypassed him and walked away. We didn't say a word the whole night. Until nightfall, my anger had disappeared for seven points, and the remaining three points were on my chest, still holding up the skin of the domineering painting.

When I opened my eyes the next morning, I couldn't see anyone, but there were two more jujube rolls wrapped in oil paper at the bedside. I gave one pack to Pingyang, and after some thought, I opened the other packet. I have a sweet lover, but I haven't been sweet a few times in Beijing: first, it's really bitter at home, and second, it's not good to compete with villains for food on weekdays. The jujube flavor is soft, as if half a lifetime of sweetness has been boiled in it. I wanted to leave two pieces for him, but I didn't pay attention to my mouth and ate it clean. When I woke up the next day and looked at the bedside, there were two more paper packets: even the packaging was exactly the same as yesterday's. He really bought the same food for three days in a row, until I couldn't bear it anymore:

You're going to die, you don't need money to buy Daoxiang Village!

He didn't speak, he stood stiffly, but a smile leaked from the corner of his mouth.

Dare to wait for my words.

I was stared at by him, and for some reason the story of the boiled frog in warm water came to my mind, and my face turned red, and I couldn't hold back my laughter. This wasn't originally a nonsense, I just thought it was really appropriate to put him on him - it was like this to soak people gently and softly, and when they reacted, they could still jump out.

It was July 1948 when I learned that I could go back to my hometown with Nakashi. It had been a few while since I had been angry with him for the last time. It has been almost three years since we moved to Peking in early 1946. During this period, due to the busy official business of Zhongshi, I had to take two villains, so I couldn't take time. Now that I hear that I can return to my hometown immediately, I really can't hide my love. I don't know how to remember the sentence "Wu Di mulberry leaves are green, Wu silkworms have been sleeping three times", so I read it to Zhongshi, and said that although there are no mulberry silkworms in my hometown, there are a lot of peach trees planted. Now the peach should not be fully ripe, and the crisp and raw is just in line with the taste of Pingyang. Nakashi was originally extremely distressed, but he still forced and happily echoed me. The next afternoon, Meng Wei picked us up and took us to the train station, but before leaving, Zhongshi was stopped. It's ridiculous that I didn't notice it at the time, and I couldn't read that his parting glance was a farewell—I think he was originally a calm and watery character, and naturally even the farewell was not leaky.

It was early August when I received the letter from Zhongshi. After reading the letter, my eyes lingered for a long time at the beginning of the "Jasper My Wife", and finally I couldn't bear to let go of the thin piece of paper. Pingyang was concerned, took my hand and asked Mom what is wrong with you.

Mom is fine, it's just that your father has a secret mission and won't come home for a long time. Will Binh Duong miss him?

Pingyang replied obediently, seeing that my face was full of sadness, and he added a sentence of no.

I smiled and stroked her head and sighed.

The delicate word Pingyang, folding flowers leaning on the peach edge.

I can't see the flowers, and the tears are like springs.

The child's name is Uncle Bird, and he is shoulder to shoulder with his sister.

Under the double-row peach tree, who is sorry for the back.

Nakashi, how can you bear it.

This farewell is half a year, Zhongshi's letter was written confusedly, saying that it was to teach me to rest assured, but he did not mention the return date, and taught me to look forward to it. During this period, there were two other letters, but they were not his handwriting, and I think it should have been written by Meng Weiqiang to teach me peace of mind. I understood his intentions, and it was naturally difficult to debunk them, but I couldn't resist the signs of uneasiness in my heart, and I tightened my heart in circles. can't, so I had to hold up my breath and say to myself, he Cui Zhongshi got a beauty difference, and he went to his wife and young son happily. Ye Biyu left Cui Zhongshi, but she may not be able to live. In this way, I will not have to think wildly: since he will not lie to me, teach me to deceive myself.

In 1949, the first snow fell in Beiping. We left the city in the middle of the night in the heavy snow, where many memories were buried. When I first arrived in Hong Kong, I fell ill. Meng Wei was so busy that he had to buy daily necessities while also taking care of me. The breath I was holding on to at that time was at the end of my crossbow, and I was burned in a daze, so I couldn't care much about it. One day, when I was more conscious, there was the sound of two villains frolicking outside the window, and the young man in white clothes and white pants stood by the window and watched quietly, and the sunlight reflected a tall aspen on the curtain.

Meng Wei, you have always been the most obedient, and you will definitely not lie to Aunt Cui.

You tell Aunt Cui the truth, I don't blame you.

You Uncle Cui...... No, I can't come back.

Meng Wei was stunned by my call at first, and turned around suddenly. Then he choked up and didn't speak, and a pair of fawn eyes blinked desperately a few times, as if he wanted to blink away the non-existent water.

My heart was like a mirror, and I slowly exhaled for a long time. The thoughts that have been hanging for half a year have finally been confirmed, but they are not as difficult to accept as imagined. I've been sick for a few days, and no matter what nightmares or dreams, it's time to wake up.

Meng Wei later helped me find a job as a teller at Wing On Department Store, which I requested, because it was really difficult to bother him with everything on banknotes. After that, Bo Yu and Pingyang went to school successively, and Meng Wei picked up a woman named Wang Xiaohui from Xie Xiangli, who was about the same age as me. only said that the domestic situation is complicated now, and at the behest of the deceased, please ask Meng Wei to take care of her. I met Meng Wei a few times when I went to visit Meng Wei's house with my uncle Pingyang, and Meng Wei said that she used to be the daughter of a scholarly family, and she really looked good and talked well, which was different from a market woman like me after all. She's been through some big things, but she doesn't want to talk about it, so we don't ask.

Later, the domestic situation deteriorated, and Meng Wei ran day and night for this, and I was not good at disturbing him. When they met again, he seemed to be ten years older, and only said that the old garden is no longer the old garden now. When asked about Xie Xiangli's recent situation, Meng Wei refused to say, probably like Zhongshi, he couldn't come back. I sighed and stopped asking. The longer he is polished by this desolate world, the more he understands his deep meaning of seeking perfection for the country and his family. Fortunately, the uncle is angry, Pingyang is sensible, and when he was young, he had the dream of having children around his knees in the Qingping years, and now it is almost true, but he is missing.

But I don't blame him.

He had left me a sugar jar in the pre-dawn falcon-infested wilderness, which later shattered. But when I held these fragments, I seemed to have endless sweetness and courage to survive the long and barren winter for the rest of my life.