06 How did I know
I didn't know much about the Caobang, but I only heard my father say it when I was young. During the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, he had a period of exile from his hometown. In order to save his life and his whole body, he had to join the Qing Gang. Asked what he was doing in the help, but he refused to say more, and only told me: If you are away from home, if someone asks your name, you can answer "My name is Zhang at home, and the word "Pan" is on your head when you go out." If the other party is also a bachelor who is helping (you can't be called a bachelor if you are not helping, you must call it a shortcoming), everything will take a step back and give three points, which naturally saves a lot of trouble and adds a lot of cheap. I asked him what he was particular about, but he refused to say anything.
In August 1956, I just finished the second grade of elementary school. It was summer vacation, and it was one of the most exciting days at the time: a gold medal coach taught butterfly swimming and back diving in the swimming pool on Thursday. At noon that day, I was about to go swimming, when my father stopped me. I was wondering: Why didn't he work in the "Ministry of Defense" and ran home? My father suddenly made a silent gesture and whispered: "Don't go out today, your big brother is coming."
My eldest brother is more than ten years older than my father, but he is shorter in generation. He is the nephew of my father's mainland hometown. He is naturally also named Zhang, named Shifang, and named Hanqing. When in the hometown, Zhang Shifang and her father didn't have much contact with each other in the room. In 1949, my father and my mother came to Taiwan, and there was no other Zhang's relative who accompanied him. I didn't intend to meet Zhang Shifang all of a sudden, but instead gave birth to some friendship and family affection, so they returned from time to time. During the Chinese New Year, Zhang Shifang would definitely come to the house to kowtow to his ancestor's tablet, and by the way, he would also kowtow to his father who was more than ten years younger than him but who was older than him. But that Thursday in August of that year was neither a year nor a festival. What did he do? I didn't ask that. What I asked was: "What's he going to fuck? I'm going to swim." The words came out, and the cheek was beaten severely.
I don’t remember what happened next. I only know that after my father put me in the toilet, my mother told me through the wooden door: "After a while, the big brother will not cry or make trouble. What's wrong in the evening? Say it again."
After another, I don’t know how many times, I heard the voice of the big brother coming in and calling for uncle and aunt. I heard my mother yell: Oh, yeah, how did you get this one. I heard my father tell my mother to lower her voice. I also heard the big brother say: "It's not a problem, it looks scary, but in fact only two feet are broken; he also said that he pedaled a scooter all the way and was sweating. Then there was no sound for a while. Suddenly, my mother came to pull the wooden door, her hands were covered with blood. She rinsed off with the faucet, pulled several towels off the shelf, and went out again like a gust of wind. She didn't close the door this time, but let me listen to her in detail. First, the big brother said: He definitely didn't fight with anyone, he is getting old, how can he still play with those guys. My father seemed to be disbelieving, the eldest brother explained in a low voice for a long time, and finally exclaimed: "Uncle, if you don't believe it, please come out of your ancestors. I'll curse."