Details of Mrs. Li Zhifan

1937 in the early summer, I was recuperating in the Xishan civilian sanatorium in Beiping, influenced by fate. It was a newly built house after the fire. The white wall was set off by four glass windows, and the light was more abundant. On the one hand, I knocked over the beautiful flowers that England sent me when I moved. On the other hand, because the empty bed opposite has not yet decided who my partner is, I feel a little unhappy in the exciting new environment.

While I was taking a nap, I heard the head nurse Li shout:

"Miss, your date is here." Following this voice, I walked into a person whose face was fatter than that of head nurse Li. She is wearing a dark blue silk coat with a dark lake lining. I never liked this opposite hue. Head nurse Li put her things under the bed and went out. There are only two of us left in the room. Although neither of us is the owner of the house, she is new here. I think I should talk to her first.

"What's your name?"

"Last name is Li."

"Is it a big lady or a small lady?"

"What about you, Mrs. Li?"

"I'm Miss Hu, Gu"

This is the beginning of our acquaintance. She took off her clothes outside, leaving a close-fitting eggplant goose skin sweater to sleep in the quilt. I looked at his big arm with meat, and looked at his own, and I felt infinite envy. At first, when she introduced herself as her wife, I was inexplicably disappointed. Really? No one can guarantee that he will not be a wife all his life, but I am also infected with the wrong psychology that ladies prefer their company. However, less than ten minutes later, I quickly jumped from disappointment to joy and satisfaction. What's that for? Mrs. Li loves to laugh, and every smile reveals her inner kindness and sincerity. Her eyes are round and big, showing her intelligence and liveliness in a gloomy and dark way. She is not beautiful, but I began to have a good impression on her after that. I didn't fall asleep, thinking with my eyes closed. It was not until three o'clock that Mrs. Li got up and packed her boxes and books. A few days ago, it was reported in the newspaper that Ms. Bai Wei was coming to Beiping to recuperate. I have read her thick Diary of Life Bookstore and Map of China, and there is no reason to doubt that she is a left-wing woman writer, Ms. Bai Wei. The next day, Miss Wang told me that she had guessed, probably because Mrs. Li was lively and active, like a person serving the society.

Mrs. Li has repeatedly told me that I can try my best to enjoy the right to a single room in this double room. I don't care whether I open the window or not, I can be dictatorial. She can do anything I want. When I am happy, I can talk and laugh with her. You can close your eyes when you are unhappy. I will do whatever I like, so as not to feel uncomfortable and hinder the accident of the sick body. Generous Mrs. Li, I will never forget the gratitude and joy at that time!

As the days passed, our feelings naturally became harmonious. Really? Not only do I have Mrs. Li in my heart, but I believe that among the more than 30 female patients at that time, if there is a name that makes everyone feel a little kind, Mrs. Li can't refuse. She has been ill for a long time, but she has almost recovered. Dr. Lu, who struggled with her quiet body, even promised that she could go down the hillside every day, which is really rare among Dr. Lu's patients. For this reason, she has a special opportunity to meet her patients. Actually? It is Mrs. Li's fault not only for the patients, but also for the workers. She is also very kind to the workers. No matter what she eats, she always catches a few and puts them in the hands of laborers. Lao Mo has skin diseases on his hands and flowers are varied. I feel sick at the sight of my heart. Mrs. Li never dislikes this, and often praises Lao Mo for his faithfulness, especially catching some exquisite bud tea to quench his thirst.

Mrs. Li likes fruit best. Bananas, apples and pears are her hobbies. But because the weather is getting hotter and hotter, watermelon makes her more popular. Every time a watermelon is cut, there are many people around to eat it. Mrs. Li spends more time as a host and less time as a guest; This situation is just the opposite of mine. But if you think I'm used to stealing, it's a little unfair.

Mrs Li likes singing "Fishing Song Guangming" best. I like this song very much, too, but I have never recited the whole song. She patiently wrote a lyric for me. I am ashamed to say that I deeply failed that lyric, because until now, I can only sing with others, and I have never figured it out alone. I love to sing children's songs: "Cat Mimi, Cat Mimi, I love you, I love you, and I will hug you when the cat comes over." Sometimes, I hum, "My wife, her real name is Yang. Since her marriage, Mr. Fan Zhi has also been called Mrs. Fan Zhi. " Mrs. Li always laughs when I sing like this. I just thought she was joking for fun, but I never thought about getting to know her!

I don't know from that day on, the names of Mrs. Li and Miss Hu have been cancelled and replaced by "my wife" and "kitten". I'm afraid it's because I'm old. Others are complacent by adding a word "small" to the address. Cats are my favorite animals since I was a child. Mrs. Li called me "kitten", and then many people called me "kitten", and I readily agreed. Actually? A person who is entangled in bed with illness has the ambition to be a "little tiger", but he is still just a "kitten" in action!

I grew up by the sea and have always had an indissoluble bond with fish. Living in Xishan, I only have the opportunity to eat fish twice a month, and there is always no change every time I fry yellow croaker. But no matter how monotonous, it has satisfied my appetite. When I happened to meet fish that day, Xiao Chen shouted to them from a distance: "The cat ate a big plate today!"

Under the hillside of the sanatorium is "Li Wang's Tomb", long crimson walls, dense and tall pines and cypresses, and splendid glazed tiles unique to Beiping. Although it is only two miles away from the campus, I have never had the opportunity and courage to go there to play. My wife is an exception. Every day after breakfast, she proudly puts on a big round straw hat and says to me, "Katie, I'm leaving." I walked leisurely to the magnificent "Li Wang Tomb". Although I envy this freedom of action, because 32/33 of my patients have no right to enjoy this freedom, I still sleep quietly in bed, and at most I secretly get up and watch the mountain scenery for a while. On two occasions, my wife picked up two crystal clear stones from Li Wang's Tomb, which made me like them for a long time. I have never been to the "Li Wang Tomb", and I gradually feel mysterious. My wife dresses very simply and casually. Most days, she wears that eggplant-colored goose skin wrinkled shirt, but sometimes, she casually wears a blue top and a pair of plaid pants, and then runs out. This dress is really ugly, but I have never lost my love and admiration for my wife, and sometimes I am a little naughty.

"Madam, your hat is ugly when it is straight. Come on, let me tilt it for you. You see, she will soon become a modern foreign actress. " My wife will never get angry with a joke like this.

According to her, Mr. Li Zhifan teaches in a middle school in Xi 'an, and she left from Xi 'an this time. I lacked political common sense at that time. When I see the word Xi 'an, I will only associate it with the troubled place in Jiang Meng. I am simple-minded, and I have never thought of anything like the background of the Party. Speaking of Chiang Kai-shek, Mrs. Li commissioned a book "Xi Half Moon" and "Memoirs of the Xi Incident", and neither of us was too lazy to finish reading it.

"You really don't know how excited I was when I read that book!" Recently, when she met me, she said. Really, my tight-lipped wife never let me know that a key figure in that book is her beloved husband!

Madam, the relationship between husband and wife seems to be very good. She always urges us to get married for adult ladies. She often feels sorry for single people. She said that people who don't get married can't talk about the greatest happiness and happiness in the world. She often praises her husband's beauty, heavy eyebrows, tall and broad shoulders, and she often praises her husband's intelligence, ability, boldness of vision and patriotism. Whenever her husband is mentioned, her happy attitude fully reveals her satisfaction with marriage. Whenever it rains, my wife says sadly:

"How I wish I could lie in my husband's or mother's arms at this dusk and listen to the falling rain!" I understand that a young woman in her thirties is just a foil, looking forward to lying in her mother's arms.

"I think my husband, kitten, you should try to comfort me!" However, like this defect, what ability can the kitten fill? Fortunately, God is very considerate of his wife's pain. In Beiping, there are few rainy days, so his wife's desolation is also very temporary.

The little dog, his wife's goddaughter, comes to his wife's bedside every time he sees the rain in Mao Mao.

"Dopted mother, are you thinking about Platini again? Why don't we all look at michel platini's photos? "

"The photos are all in the city, I didn't bring any."

"I don't believe it. Is dopted mother afraid that people will see photos and fall in love with michel platini?" Before the naughty dog finished speaking, he threw himself on his wife and kissed her face tightly This puppy is really cute. I remember that on the day of parting, she couldn't bear to leave our room with tears for a long time.

My wife's constant praise for marriage has also cut my mirror-like heart lake several times. Marriage, for me, is not so much envy as disgust. But I believe that the taste of lovers like toffee is the dream pursued by every young person, and its degree depends only on courage. The person I really love, I have no dream of getting married, and I have put it down gently. I have never regretted it. Maybe I'm a little sentimental. I always feel that it is a pity to turn the person I like into a de facto husband, just like a famous painting with some ink spilled by a child. I know there is indeed a man like a lover in the far south, but a person who is entangled in illness has almost lost the right to love and get married. How can we solve this problem? Excessive leisure life, it is easy to arouse the feeling of loneliness, what's more, the banyan tree outside the window is so red burning, and the camel bell in the valley is so attractive. I looked at the little red coat sent by Ying, the head of the bed, and recalled the time when I was in the "Jing Zhai". I was so sad that I was going crazy. I can't help but slowly pick up two photos of envelopes from the drawer. I know there is hope in it.

"Kitten, do you have any photos? Show it to your wife. "

When peeking at my wife's salty and hopeful photos, I feel my cheeks are red, and I am afraid that she will stare at me; But ambivalent, I hope she can cross-examine me. Because from the appearance, whether it is salty or looks, it is very charming. However, after living together for three months, my wife never asked me, and I never told her.

Near the sanatorium, there is a family named Li who takes care of bees and orchards for people. Children in the countryside, although they often secretly put Xinger peaches in bags at dusk in the morning, sometimes give them as a favor to the little girl who is herding cattle in the field. However, what they steal is limited. In addition to handing over most of the income to the host family, the Li family can also live a warm and well-fed life in the mud house. One day, my wife came in with a round bottle:

"Kitten, try the taste of the newly received honey. I think Mr. Li just brought the first bottle. It smells good! "

I dug a spoonful and put it in my mouth. It's really intoxicating Fangfen! From that day on, every time my wife came back from the tomb, she always mentioned Mr. Li and his family. In my mind, Mr. Li must be gentle and elegant, with a scholarly and inky taste. Otherwise, why does my wife always go to their house to play, and what can she talk about every time? After three or five days, one evening, when I was watching "Celebrity History", I suddenly heard my wife calling "Miss Li", nodding her head tightly and hurriedly climbing down from the bed. I knew that he was Mr. Li, whom I had often heard about, so I opened my eyes and looked out. I saw a middle-aged man with a pockmarked face and a shaved head standing under the banyan tree. His skin is unusually dry and yellow, and he is wearing a striped yellow and non-white coat. The two buttons near the neckline Quan Song, his vulgar spirit fully shows that he is an ignorant but simple farmer. He is holding a girl about one and a half years old in his right hand. Her face is beautiful and lovely, but she dresses silly. I'm thinking that my wife is talking to such a Mr. Li. My wife walked out of the window with a smile. Her conversation with Mr. Li was as natural, spiritual and humble as her conversation with Dr. Lu and others.

"Virtue, how did your mother dress you up so beautifully today! Call me a godmother and I'll take a photo with you tomorrow. " The wife wants to hug but dare not hug the girl. In the future, as long as my wife walks along the empty field in front of the hospital, she must raise her sweet voice and shout "virtue!" Virtue also bought assorted biscuits for virtue several times. Little virtue is so cute. I do sympathize with poor and simple people from time to time, but I can't actually associate with them, talk and laugh freely and treat them as good guests. The vice of "petty bourgeoisie" cannot be eradicated in a day or two; My wife's greatness is in sharp contrast to my smallness. Until I left Xishan, I saw all kinds of flowers on Lao Mo's hands that had harmed skin diseases, and my heart was still full of nausea.

There are many letters from my wife, but few people come to see her. There is only one, and that is Mrs. Xing, whom she often mentions. One day, after lunch, Mrs. Xing came. As soon as she entered the door, she called "Five Sisters" and held his wife's hand tightly. The wife's eyes only turned to her, and her face was filled with uncontrollable happy laughter. That kind of kindness is definitely not fake. There is no doubt that my wife's inner life is much richer than mine, although I also know that the rich inner life is not given to my wife by fate, but found by her own.

The weather has just warmed up, and the indoor temperature has reached 95 degrees. Having no patience to lie on a bed covered with straw mats, four or five of us who are slightly ill dare to disobey Dr. Lu's orders. As soon as the sun goes down, everyone will move a canvas chair and find a shady place in the open field. Under the banyan tree, it was originally the most ideal place, but because there are many "foodies" (the nickname of the little caterpillar) coming out to make trouble, everyone should avoid it. My wife and I like to sit in the small open space on the east side of the hospital. Everything is fine there except that there are many ants. I was nervous and saw a group of ants, big and small, like snakes, as if they were going to climb on my legs one by one. In order to avoid this kind of mental anxiety, my wife and I put the couch opposite, my feet on her couch and her feet on mine. In this way, we can live in peace and enjoy the night view around the western hills. Sometimes, all of us don't say a word, and our hearts are buried in novels or scripts. Maybe some of them are influenced by external trends. At that time, we all had some fans of new plays and watched many fragmentary scripts. The most famous nature is Thunderstorm and Sunrise. I believe I must be a little vain; Otherwise, why do I have to tell people that Cao Yu is my classmate every time I hear people say those two scripts? Then, I told some stories about the love period between Cao Yu and his fiancee. In fact, I know as little about them as a five-or six-year-old child knows about state affairs. But if Miss Dong Can only tells people that Cao Yu's fiancee also graduated from Tsinghua, and I can add that she graduated from Tsinghua Law Department, then my heart will be as comfortable as the defendant winning the public prosecution. It's really just to make a fool of yourself by insulting your bad temper like this. In the soil of the same "Tsinghua Campus", how can people be cultivated into golden rice? They are just a dejected weed!

In addition, "women's life" is also our spiritual hobby. Teacher Wang also asked her friend to buy two bound volumes. In fact, many authors of Women's Life are my wife's good friends, but my wife didn't feel very rare because of this, but exposed herself in front of us. Maybe my wife is like a person who has paid a lot of money and only likes to wear a blue old cloth gown, but what about my expression when I tell people that "Cao Yu is my homophonic"? Earn twenty or thirty dollars more than her husband, and wear some fake ruby-green gem ring on your finger to show off your rich peasant!

"Russia, a vast country, was once regarded as a scourge; Later, everyone stole a look curiously. Now, how many countries in the world are worshipping it and chasing it! " I would never think of any political background in my wife's casual conversation at that time.

Once my wife went to Granny Liu's house under the slope to play without telling me. When I rediscovered the old house, I shouted "My wife." Miss Wang said with a smile, I haven't seen my wife for a few minutes. It seems very difficult. I don't know how to make out with my lover in the future! To tell the truth, my feelings for my wife are growing like the grass in spring. My letters to England often mention my admiration for my wife and the comfort I get from her company. This may be considered strange in Britain. Because in the past two years, I seem to be a pot of charcoal that has been splashed with water. My old enthusiasm has disappeared. I have expressed doubts about friendship. I only dare to stand outside my circle of friends and hope others are busy inside. If that is my morbid psychology, as my wife said, although she is not conceited as the doctor said, it does reduce my mental illness.

Many days have slipped away quietly! On the morning of July 7, when the stars were still shining by the Tianhe River, they heard the rumble coming from the southeast. When washing your face, everyone guesses like a riddle. It was not until the vendors arrived that they realized that it was the explosion of the sacred Lugouqiao cannon. During my illness, I sometimes read books about Buddhism. Of course, the concept of life and death hunger has become indifferent, and the concepts of country and nation are not as tight in my heart as when I was at school. I know that readers will scold me when they see this sentence, but I would rather accept external and internal scolding than erase the real me at that time. Therefore, I don't have enough wisdom to make a far-reaching speculation about the outbreak of artillery fire, but I'm not as worried as "alarmist". Helpless things will not really lose their seriousness because I am serious. On the contrary, the gunfire is getting tighter every day. Singers like "Cat Mimi" stopped singing long ago, so A Dream of Red Mansions had to ask her to rest in the cupboard. The person we look forward to most every day is selling newspapers. When we pick up the newspaper, everyone's eyes are focused on the news of the war. Since then, my wife has become more and more mysterious. After reading the newspaper, we can repeat it as the newspaper said, even if it is incredible; My wife talks about some remarks outside the newspaper, and even guesses about the military and political changes the day after tomorrow. What surprises me most is that what my wife said two or three days ago is often the fact two or three days later. For example, a few days after the fire broke out, she said that the war would be suspended for a few days, but it would stop for a few days, and then there would be a big war. Sure enough, a few days later, the rumble disappeared. At that time, my wife was going to leave Beiping and advised us to leave Beiping. But because it is too hot, she easily chills, and the physical safety on the road really becomes a problem, so my wife's departure is just talk. At that time, I was too lazy to be ridiculous, and I actually developed the psychology of counting day by day.

News came one after another that many of our wounded soldiers had arrived at the "Li Wangling". When I was lying in bed and thought that we should donate some money to comfort them, my wife formally proposed to me. I want to entrust this matter to my classmate He Jun in the Men's Hospital, because he once had the experience of donating money to comfort me. My wife is in charge of the women's hospital. I saw the accuracy of my wife's work from that day on. After counting all the money in the women's college, she reported the amount to each room. The next day, I showed you the receipt of Hejun. A few days later, I gave everyone a thank-you letter from the disabled team to the captain, and even reported several towels and boxes of biscuits, without missing anything. I remember my wife always liked to tie her hair back because she was afraid of heat. When she started to walk, Wang Ma hid behind the door and laughed at her in a low voice. She always crawls her fingers casually and counts the money in the condolences!

At that time, there was chaos, some turned back to the city, and some telegraphed greetings to the distance. Patient Mrs. X's husband is the stationmaster of Yongdingmen Station. The situation in Yongdingmen is the most tense. One afternoon, Mrs. X received a telegram. She didn't turn it over properly. Xishan couldn't find the catalogue of comparative telegrams. Specially sent people to the city to turn over, more than 50 miles apart, and selflessly dark. Mrs x was worried, but nurse Li frowned and couldn't think of anything. As soon as the wife heard this, she went to ask Mrs. X for a telegram and newspaper, and promised to translate it and return it to the owner within half an hour. At that time, I was very surprised at my wife's behavior, and I suspected that my wife was exaggerating. My wife's mystery finally added another layer from that day on, because in less than half an hour, she really turned out the telegram word for word from memory. I have never heard of anyone who can recite telegrams at school!

One day, my wife said: A letter from Mr. Fan Zhi came, telling her to go back to Xi 'an around Pingsui Railway, and told her many road names. That once made my wife very angry.

"I don't even know these distances? Ask him to tell me! " Indeed, China's traffic map seems to be in his wife's belly. How many famous places can she tell us?

"Mrs. Li is really capable and knowledgeable!" Teacher Wang whispered to me. Actually, this sentence has been repeated many times in my mind.

Because the women's hospital had neither walls nor doors, they all moved to the men's hospital in a rumbling sound. There, there is a wireless motor in the office, and the people who have been spinning beside it are his wife, him and Liu Erjun. Every time I meet a celebrity on the radio, my wife always listens quietly. What about us? On the one hand, I am afraid that I will be affected by standing too much, and on the other hand, there are many and fierce mosquitoes in the office, so after dinner, everyone still hides in a round gauze tent and waits for his wife's report.

On the 28th, everyone was in high spirits. My wife runs back from the office every hour. As soon as she entered the door, she always clapped her hands and shouted, "Attention, everyone, we have recovered Langfang!" As he spoke, he raised his fist and we applauded.

"The Japanese army has retreated to XX." My wife's chubby arm is raised again, and the applause is still echoing! Miss Wang will cough when she smiles, but she still can't restrain the unique joy since the Republic of China!

My wife didn't have a good lunch that day because there had to be a very urgent report at twelve o'clock. Hejun, they also keep the heat. That night, the sound in every room was like frogs in the fields in March and April in the south of the Yangtze River. Dr. Lu's order to "don't talk" has long been forgotten. Everyone's fantasy is a red light, a bunch of happy events, as if they have been playing on the street of XX, and the short people in XX are standing on both sides respectfully.

In the course of my life over the past twenty years, if there is one thing that really surprised me, it is the news on the radio at one o'clock that night! -General Song led his soldiers to leave Beiping at 12: 30. The announcer's voice has completely changed. One day he was triumphant, and the next day he was like the begging of a street beggar who hadn't eaten for days. Everyone's happiness has climbed to the top of Mount Everest (edited by Everest), and a thunderbolt rolled down from the top of the mountain one by one! The next day, the kitchen in the hospital took a little advantage, and everyone silently saved a lot of money for meals. This situation is not only common among patients, but also among the elderly and their workers. Although this attitude of "winning without arrogance and losing with grace" only shows people's impatience, people love emotional tension, which can be seen here.

From that day on, my wife predicted that the security team would be stationed in the "Li Wang Tomb" area. This prediction soon came true again. I wonder how my wife can guess so accurately. Just like that, I racked my brains and couldn't figure it out!

The wind is getting stronger every day. My wife packed her bags and decided to leave. I thought I would really taste the loneliness in a foreign land from now on. But everything must end. Can I save this most natural trend? One drizzly morning, my wife still put on her chicken skin wrinkled eggplant cheongsam and left. She shook hands with almost every female patient. I felt that shaking hands in the same way could not express my farewell feelings at that time, so I gently took her hand and kissed her twice, listlessly followed others and sent her straight out of the door. My wife is still waving to the crowd in the far corner, but what's the use? Back in the house, there was no one. Ying wrote to tell me that she had moved to the concession in Tianjin with her family. I hummed four poems repeatedly on Geling Mountain in Hangzhou, "People live alone, think about loneliness, taste loneliness and die alone."

After numerous hesitations, seven of our classmates and patients finally left their old capital in August and landed around the sea, and came to Shu, a place with a reputation for mountains and rivers. Nostalgia often emerges uncontrollably at the dawn of the crow storm, but in the storm of war, it is difficult to determine everyone's whereabouts. Moreover, on the day my wife and I left, she said that she hoped to write to me and go back to Ann herself, but I don't know Mr. Fan's address: one is for Mrs. Xing in Beiping City to take over, and the other is for Dr. Yang (her mother) in Jiujiang to take over. I know that Mrs. Xing and she are spinning all the way south, but she blames me for giving me the forwarding address and thinks that she has no sincerity to communicate with me. A person who was poured cold water on the friendship field was so nervous that she lost the courage and interest to write to her first!

One night last winter, my eldest brother turned around and handed me a letter, as lively and free as a woman's handwriting. It says "Deng Biao" on the left. I took the envelope and doubted it for a long time, because no one named Deng corresponded with me. Five or six years ago, maybe it was a letter admired by men, but in that lively place, I have been shrinking for a long time. I was at a loss until I unfolded the letter paper and saw the words "dear kitten" at the beginning, and I decided that it was written by my wife. Looking back, the name is "Deng XX", which is puzzling again, because I clearly remember that my wife is Miss Yang Yi, Miss Yang. The contents of the letter only show that Li Zhifan and Yang Yi are her pen names. I really fell into the fog. I quickly wrote to ask her, who is it? Or madam? If it's a wife, whose wife is it? I believe that when my wife saw my questioning, she must be surprised at my lack of political common sense and exposure to different emerging publications. Otherwise, how could you not know the word "Deng XX"?

On the contrary, one day I accidentally saw the word "Deng XX" in The Story of XXXXXXX, and there was also "wife XXX" in the brackets below, so the dust settled!

I deeply look forward to finding this kind of thing again among friends and familiar people. May they or their "true colors" become great Chinese descendants who lead the masses, support the war of resistance, strive for national liberation and benefit the motherland!