My name is Xiang Shui. This is a very literary name in the eyes of later generations, unlike a person who was born in the Northeast countryside during the war in the last century. But this is actually the case. My surname is Xiang, and the blind fortune teller said that my five elements are short of water, and I should take a name with water.
I also consulted the private school at the head of the village. After the emperor stepped down, he stopped teaching and said all day that some countries had collapsed. He said that if he wanted to take a name with water, it would be called Xiang Miao, Sanshui. But the father at home disagrees. The word is too heavy, and the crops are so lifeless that they have to take a lighter name.
Mr. Private School didn't know what a lighter name was, so he simply used the word "water", Xiang Shui.
Later, I followed the private school for several years. He died when he was fifteen years old. Before he died, he pointed to the direction of Xinjing and said something like being restrained by Japanese. Later, the Japanese recruited me in a school in Manchuria, and I dared not go. They needed students, they needed Chinese to be students, especially Chinese in the Northeast, and they had to run the school all the way. Go to the north and south of the Yangtze River.
The Japanese teacher said that this is called "Yi Wenren", but "Yi Wenren", why are there guns standing in front of the school
The Japanese teacher said that you groups of Chinese people don’t understand. The term “cultural people” means to use civilization to teach others. We are using the advanced civilization of the Great Japanese Empire to teach Chinese people.
What Mr. "Cultural People" taught to me originated from "It is about humanities and transforms into the world" in the "Book of Changes·Ben Gua".
Because I could read a lot of words, I got better grades in school, and later I was selected to a school in other places.
That was the beginning of the nightmare.
Before leaving, my dad took my hand and said, this time, I don’t know if I will come back.
I said, I will be back.
My father said, you are fateful, and when you go out in the future, you must remember not to think too much about things. You can eat if you eat and drink if you drink.
People who are frail tend to think more, and those who think more are prone to fate.
I said I remembered it.
After I left Fengtian, I actually lived in the barracks and watched the Japanese soldiers training every day. Later, they collected a lot of materials, as if they wanted to prepare for the action. And one after another, many children about my age were sent in. No one told us where to go. Most of these children are Chinese. We guess that it must be the Japanese who want to conduct secret experiments, and we will definitely be sent to the secret experiment base.
Later, we were sent into the depths of the Greater Khingan Mountains. I was sixteen years old that year. I followed the military convoy all the way. The roads became narrower and less crowded. Until later, I stood on the roof of the car and looked at it. There is already a sea of forest surrounding the sky.
Occasionally there will be supply stations along the way, and we will rest at the supply stations, where there is usually only one unkempt Japanese soldier. Because there will be no outsiders here at all, so there is no need for many people to stay here.
Later, there was no road. We began to walk with the army. The Japanese supplies were left behind, and they should be brought in one after another. We have been walking in the woods for almost half a month. Every morning, we open our eyes and it is the endless forest sea, and when we close our eyes, it is the forest sea.
Some people started to get sick, some missed home, and some cried alone at night. But I didn't. I just followed the team forward. My dad said I was too fateful and couldn't think about it.
A man named Wang Shuntian died of dysentery. The team doctor prescribed medicine to him, but he died. The team doctor is called Zuoan Ichiro, he is very old, can speak Chinese, and has lived in China for many years.
He held Wang Shuntian's hand, and the wrinkles on his face were full of compassion. "The Lord will bless him." Zuoan said, "This child will go to heaven."
I know that this pious and compassionate Japanese believes in Christianity. He hopes that anyone in this world who cannot control their destiny will be able to go to heaven after death, but I feel that heaven may not be able to let go of so many Chinese. And Wang Shuntian didn't want to go to heaven. What he should think about was to reincarnate, drink Mengpo soup, cross the Naihe Bridge, and then reincarnate into the belly of a Sichuan woman.
I remember he said: "Sichuan is good, there are no Japanese in Sichuan, and there is no war in Sichuan. I will be a Sichuanese in my next life."
The Left Bank is still muttering to himself, praying that Wang Shuntian's soul will go to heaven, but I know he should be on his way to Sichuan now.
People who die still have to continue. This matter seems to be trivial. We continue to move forward. The Japanese do not impose too many restrictions on the students, because they know that it is impossible to escape in this sea of woods, only to follow the team. Alive.
Therefore, the discipline of the team is actually rather lax. The Japanese soldiers often go to the forest to catch some pheasants, roe deer, and even bears when they are resting, and then they gather together, light a fire and eat them.
Later, the students couldn’t help it. Many of them were natives of Northeast China. They had lived in the woods since they were young. They knew better than the Japanese how to catch wild animals. At first, only the most courageous Zhao Tiezhu went to the woods to catch one. rabbit.
We gathered around and wondered how to deal with this rabbit, but the team doctor saw it. The team doctor is the Christian Left Bank.
The left bank saw that we had caught a rabbit but couldn't do anything. He smiled, hunched over and took out a roll of things from the bag behind him. After unfolding, it was a roll of bright and thin knives.
Zuo An said that he was originally a surgeon who specialized in performing surgical operations on people. Then he drew out a knife as thin as a cicada's wings, "This is called a lancet." He said.
This is the first time I know the Lancet. I was fascinated by this kind of knife at first sight. Its name is as beautiful as its figure. Willow leaves are something that can only be found in the south, but too many ancient poems make people in the world see it, Jiangnan The beauty of misty willow leaves. It is a match made in heaven to name this knife with willow leaves.
The old hand on the left bank pinched the handle of the lancet, let us hold the rabbit's limbs and ears, and said: "Don't look, children can't look at these."
Someone turned their heads away, but I still stared at the lancet, wanting to see how this beautiful knife is used.
The left bank is very old, but his hands are still very dexterous, so skinning a rabbit is no problem. He pinched the rabbit's head with one hand, found its throat, and gently sank the tip of the knife, as if piercing a ball of cotton. Then he slid the tip of the knife down and slid it all the way to the rabbit's abdomen very smoothly and briskly.
There was a bang. There was actually no sound, but I think there should be such a sound to express the blade's strength like a broken bamboo, and a straight red mark appeared on the rabbit's body.
The rabbit squeaked, and his limbs struggled.
Left Bank smiled: "It turns out that this poor rabbit just passed out. We are going to skin it now."
I stared at the left bank's hand. He was holding the lancet. My eyes were hot, and it was an excitement that rushed up.
"May it go to heaven." The left bank pointed the tip of the knife at the struggling rabbit. (End of this chapter)