Details of Mrs. Li Zhifan

In the early summer of 1937, I was provoked by fate and recuperated in a civilian nursing home in Xishan, Peking. It was a newly renovated house after the fire. The pink and white walls, reflected by the four large glass windows, made it even more abundant in light. On the one hand, I knocked over the beautiful flowers that Ying gave me because of the clumsy labor during the move. On the other hand, because the empty bed opposite me had not yet decided who my partner would be, so I felt somewhat uncomfortable in the exciting new environment. Feeling of joy.

Just as I was taking a nap, I heard Head Nurse Li shouting:

"Mishu, your companion is here." Following the voice, I walked into a room. Here comes a person with a fatter face than Nurse Li. She was wearing a dark blue silk jacket with a dark lake-colored lining. I've never been a big fan of such contrasting tones. After Nurse Li put the things under the bed, she went out. There were only two of us in the room. Although none of us owned the house, since she was new here, I felt that I should speak to her first.

"What's your surname?"

"Your surname is Li."

"Is it a Miss or a Miss?"

"Li Madam, what about you?"

"I am Miss Hu, Gu Yuehu."

This is the beginning of our acquaintance. She took off her outer clothes, leaving only her close-fitting eggplant-flowered chicken skin wrinkled shirt, and fell asleep under the quilt. When I looked at his big, fleshy arms and then looked at mine, I felt infinite envy. At the beginning, when she introduced herself as a wife, I was inexplicably disappointed. Actually? No one can guarantee that he will never be a wife, but I was also tainted by the wrong mentality that young ladies prefer to be with young ladies. However, less than ten minutes later, I quickly jumped from disappointment to joy and satisfaction. What is that for? Mrs. Li loves to laugh, and her smile reveals her inner kindness and sincerity. Her eyes are round and big, showing her intelligence and liveliness. She wasn't pretty, but I started to have a crush on her from then on. I didn't fall asleep, I closed my eyes and thought wildly. It wasn't until three o'clock that Mrs. Li got out of bed and packed her boxes and books. In the newspapers a few days ago, there was news that Ms. Bai Wei was coming to Peking to recuperate. I looked at her thick diary from the Life Bookstore and the map of China, and I had no reason to suspect that she was the leftist female writer Bai Wei. Ms. Wei. The next day, Ms. Wang told me that she had also guessed this, probably because Mrs. Li is lively and sociable, like a person who serves the society, right?

Mrs. Li repeatedly told me that I can enjoy the rights of a single room in this double room as much as possible. I will be the dictator of everything from opening and closing windows to hanging curtains. What about her? It's okay. When I'm happy, I can talk and laugh with her. When I'm unhappy, I can close my eyes and rest my mind. I can do whatever I like, so as not to make me feel awkward. Unexpected obstruction of the diseased body. My magnanimous Mrs. Li, my gratitude and joy at that time will never be forgotten!

As the days passed, our feelings gradually became harmonious. Actually? Not only did I have Mrs. Li in my heart, I believe that among the more than 30 female patients at that time, if there was a name that everyone found somewhat familiar, Mrs. Li would not be able to refuse it. She had been ill for a long time, but she was almost fully recovered. Dr. Lu, who was very concerned about his physical condition, actually allowed her to go down the hillside to play every day. This was a rare occurrence among Dr. Lu's patients. For this reason, she has a special opportunity to connect with her fellow patients. In fact? Not only the patients, but also the co-workers are all Mrs. Li's elders and Mrs. Li's shortcomings. She also treats the workers very well. No matter what she eats, she always grabs a few and puts them in the hands of the workers. Lao Mo's hands were suffering from skin diseases, and they were covered in various flowers. I felt like vomiting after looking at them. Mrs. Li never disliked him for this, and often praised Lao Mo for his loyalty, and even gave him some tender bud tea to quench his thirst.

Mrs. Li likes to eat fruits most. Bananas, apples, and pears are all her hobbies. But because the weather is getting hotter, watermelon is particularly welcome to her. Every time a watermelon is cut open, a lot of people gather around to eat it. Mrs. Li spends more time as the host and less time as the guest; this is exactly the opposite of me. But if you think that I am always taking advantage of others, it would be unfair.

Mrs. Li's favorite song is "Yu Guang Song". I also love this song, but I have never recited it in its entirety. She actually patiently wrote a lyrics sheet for me. I am ashamed to say that I have deeply failed to live up to the lyrics of that song, because until now, I can only sing along with others and have never figured it out on my own. I love singing a children's song: "Cat, cat, I love you, I love you, kitty, come here, let me hug you." Sometimes, I also hum "My wife, her surname is Yang, since she married Mr. Zhifan, she has also been called Mrs. Zhifan. "When I sing like this, Mrs. Li always laughs. I just thought she thought it was funny, but I never thought of her understanding!

I don’t know that from that day on, the titles of Mrs. Li and Miss Hu have long been canceled between us, replaced by "my wife" and "kitten". I'm afraid it's because I'm getting older, right? Others feel proud when they add the word "小" to their name.

Cats are my favorite animals since childhood. Mrs. Li called me "kitten", and many people also called me "kitten". I happily agreed. In fact? A person who is trapped in bed by a disease, even if he has the ambition to be a "little tiger", is still just a "kitten" in action!

I grew up on the seaside and have always had an indissoluble bond with fish. Living in Xishan, the opportunity to eat fish is only twice a month, and each time it is always the same fried croaker. But no matter how monotonous it is, it is enough to satisfy my appetite. Whenever they happened to eat fish that day, Xiao Chen and the others shouted from afar, "The cat is eating big food today!"

At the foot of the hillside of the sanatorium is the "Grave of Prince Li", with long crimson walls and dense There are clusters of tall pines and cypresses, as well as the magnificent glazed tiles unique to Peiping. Although it is only two miles away from the hospital site, I have never had the opportunity or courage to go there. My wife is an exception. She eats breakfast every day, puts on a big, round straw hat with great dignity, says to me, "I'm leaving, little kitten." and walks leisurely towards the magnificent "Prince Li's Tomb". "go. Although I am very envious of such freedom of movement, because 32 out of 33 patients do not have the right to enjoy this kind of freedom, I calmly sleep on the bed obediently, or at most crawl in secretly. Get up and stand at the window to look at the mountain scenery for a while. Twice, my wife picked up two crystal-bright stones from the "Prince Li's Tomb", which made me like them for a long time. However, the "Prince Li's Tomb", which I had never been to before, gradually became mysterious. The wife's clothing is very simple and casual. Most days, she wears the eggplant-colored chicken skin wrinkle shirt, but sometimes, she will just wear a blue cloth shirt and plaid pants underneath and run out. This kind of dress is really not very beautiful, but I never lose my love and admiration for my wife because of this, and sometimes I can't help but be a little naughty.

"Madam, your hat doesn't look good when you wear it upright. Come on, let me tilt it a little for you. You see, you will become a modern foreign female movie star in no time." Like this type of hat. My wife will never be offended by such a joke.

According to her, Mr. Li Zhifan teaches in a middle school in Xi'an, and she came from Xi'an this time. I had very little political knowledge at that time. When I saw the word Xi'an, I would at most think of it as the place where Chiang Kai-shek suffered his death. Other things like the party's background never entered my simple mind. When it came to Chiang Kai-shek, Mrs. Li asked someone to buy a copy of "Xi'an Half Moon and Memoirs of the Xi'an Incident", and the two of us rushed to read it without even breathing.

"You really don't know how excited I was when I read that book!" She said this when we met recently. Really, the tight-lipped wife never let me know that one of the most important people in the book was her beloved husband!

The relationship between my wife and the couple seems to be very good. She always urges us to get married over and over again as we grown-up ladies. She often feels sorry for singles. She says that people who do not get married cannot have the greatest happiness and joy in the world. She often praised her husband for his beauty, thick eyebrows, big eyes, tall height, and broad shoulders. She often praised his husband for his intelligence, ability, courage, and patriotic thoughts. Whenever she mentions her husband, her happy attitude fully reveals her satisfaction in marriage. Every rainy day, my wife would say sadly: "At dusk like this, how I wish I could lie in the arms of my husband or mother and listen to the patter of rain!" I understand. A young woman in her thirties who longs to lie in her mother's arms is just a foil.

"I miss my husband, kitten, you should find some way to comfort me!" However, what ability does a kitten have to fill such a shortcoming? Fortunately, God is very considerate of my wife's hard work. Rainy days are rare in Peiping, so my wife's desolation is also very temporary.

The puppy, the wife’s goddaughter, would sway and run to the wife’s bedside with squinted eyes every time she saw the drizzle.

"Godmother, are you thinking about your godfather again? Why don't you let us all see the photos of your godfather?"

"The photos are all in the city, each one "I don't believe it. Is the godmother afraid that people will fall in love with the godfather after seeing the photo?" The naughty puppy fell on the wife before he finished speaking. He kissed his wife gently on the face. The puppy is really cute. I remember on the day we left, she was in tears for a long time and couldn't bear to leave our room.

My wife’s frequent compliments on marriage have broken through my calm, mirror-like heart several times. For me, getting married is not so much envy as it is disgust. But I believe that the butterscotch-like taste of love is what every young person pursues, and the extent of it only depends on whether they are brave or not. I have no dream of getting married to the person I truly love, but I have already let it go. I have never regretted this incident. Maybe I am a little sentimental? I always feel that letting the person I love most become my de facto husband is as pity as a child spilling a few ink on a famous painting.

I know that in the far south, there is indeed a man who is like a lover there, but how can a man who is so entangled by illness that he almost loses the right to love and marry have a definite solution to this kind of problem? An excessively leisurely life can easily lead to a feeling of loneliness, not to mention that the banyan trees outside the window are so red and the camel bells in the valley are so breathtaking. I looked at the little red shirt that Ying had given me by the bedside, and recalled the time when I was so shaken by my emotions during the "Quiet Studio" that I could not help but slowly pick out two large envelopes from the drawer. photos. I know that those include You Xian and Wang.

"Kitten, what photos do you have? Show them to your wife."

When I peeked at my wife and found the photos of Xian and Wang, I felt two My cheeks were turning red, and I was afraid that she would stare at me; but with a conflicting mind, I suddenly hoped that she would question me. Because from the appearance point of view, both Xian and Wang are very cute. However, after living together for three months, my wife never asked me, and I never told my wife.

Near the sanatorium, there is a family named Li who manages bee colonies and orchards for others. Children in the countryside often secretly fill their bags with peaches in the evening and early morning, and sometimes they even give a few as favors to the little girls who are herding cattle in the fields. However, after all, the amount of stealing was limited. In addition to giving most of the income to the host's family, the Li family could also live a life of adequate food, clothing, and clothing in the earthen house. One day the wife came in with a round bottle:

"Kitten, please taste the newly harvested honey. I saw that Mr. Li just filled the first bottle, so I brought it here. It's still very fragrant." ”

I took a spoonful and put it in my mouth. It was indeed intoxicating! From that day on, every time my wife came back from a walk at "Prince Li's Tomb", she would always mention how Mr. Li was doing and how Mr. Li's family was doing. The Mr. Li in my mind must be more or less polite and scholarly. Otherwise, how could his wife always come to their house to play, and what would she be able to talk about every time? Three or five days later, at dusk, while I was reading "The Foreign History of Celebrities," I suddenly heard my wife calling "Mr. Li," and she hurriedly climbed out of bed while nodding her head. I knew it was the Mr. Li I had often heard about, so I looked out with wide eyes. I saw a middle-aged man with a pockmarked face and a shaved head standing under the banyan tree. His skin was extremely dry and yellow. Wearing a blouse that is neither yellow nor white, the two buttons at the collar are completely loose, and his vulgar demeanor clearly shows that he is a countryman who is completely unintelligent but very simple. He held a girl in his right hand who was about one and a half years old. She had a beautiful and well-behaved face, but she was dressed silly. I was wondering what my wife was talking about with Mr. Li like that, but my wife had already gone to the window with a smile on her face. She talked with Mr. Li as naturally, energetically, and with a bit of humility as she did with Dr. Lu and the others.

"Mede, why did your mother dress you up so beautifully today! Call me godmother, and I will take a photo with you tomorrow." The wife wanted to hug but didn't dare to hug the girl. said the child. From now on, whenever my wife walked along the empty field in front of the courtyard, she would always raise her sweet voice and shout "Virtue! Virtue!" and buy some assorted biscuits for Virtue to eat. As for Xiao Mei, he is so smart that he is cute. It is true that I often sympathize with the poor and simple people, but if I want to interact with them in a practical way, talk and laugh freely, and treat them as guests, I cannot do it. The evil nature of the "little bourgeoisie" cannot be eradicated in a day or two; the greatness of my wife is in contrast to my insignificance. Until I left Xishan, I saw that Lao Mo's flowers had various skin diseases. Hands, my heart still feels like vomiting.

There are many letters from my wife, but there are very few people who come to see her. There is only one person, Mrs. Xing, whom she often mentions. One day, after lunch, Mrs. Xing came unexpectedly. As soon as she entered the door, she called "Fifth Sister" and held on to her wife's hand. The wife's eyes only turned to her, and both of their faces were filled with uncontrollable joyful laughter. That kind of kindness cannot be faked. Undoubtedly, my wife's inner life is much richer than mine, although I also know that the rich inner life was not given to my wife by fate, but was found by my wife herself.

The weather was just getting hotter, and the indoor temperature had already reached ninety-five degrees. We didn’t have the patience to lie down on the straw mattresses, so the four or five of us who were mildly ill boldly disobeyed Dr. Lu’s orders. , as soon as the sun set in the west, everyone moved a deck chair to find a cool place in the open field. Under the banyan tree, it was originally the most ideal place, but because there were many "hanged ghosts" (the nickname of a kind of little green bug) who wanted to come out to cause trouble, everyone had to avoid it. My wife and I’s favorite place to sit is the small open space on the east side of the hospital site. Everything is fine there, except that there are a lot of ants. My nerves were weak, so I saw a long snake-like group of large and small ants, as if each one was trying to crawl onto my legs. To avoid this mental discomfort, my wife and I placed recliners opposite each other, with my feet on hers and hers on mine. In this way, we can live in peace, relax, and enjoy the evening scenery around Xishan. Sometimes, none of us say a word, and our hearts are quietly buried in novels or scripts. Maybe it’s somewhat influenced by external trends? We were all fans of new dramas at that time, and we read a lot of bits and pieces of scripts. Naturally, the most popular ones are the famous "Thunderstorm" and "Sunrise".

I believe I must be somewhat vain; otherwise, why would I feel itchy every time I hear people talking about those two scripts and have to tell them that the author Cao Yu is my classmate? Then, he kept telling people some stories about the love period of Cao Yu and his fiancée. In fact, what I know about their deeds is as pitiful as what a five or six-year-old child knows about state affairs. But if Ms. Dong can only tell people that Cao Yu's fiancée also graduated from Tsinghua University, and I can add that she graduated from Tsinghua University's law department, then she will feel as comfortable as if the defendant won a victory during the prosecution. Such a mean temper that almost insults oneself is really just showing one's own ugliness. In the soil of the same "Tsinghua University Garden", how can others be cultivated into golden rice, while oneself is just a dejected weed!

In addition, "Women's Life" is also our spiritual hobby. Ms. Wang also asked a friend to buy two bound volumes. In fact, many of the authors of "Women's Life" are good friends of my wife, but my wife does not find it strange because of this and exposes her to us. Maybe my wife comes from a wealthy family and only likes people who wear old blue cloth gowns. How about the look on my face when I tell people "Cao Yu is my homonym"? A village woman who happens to earn only twenty or thirty yuan more than her husband, yet has to wear a few fake ruby ??and green emerald rings on her fingers to show off her wealth!

“Russia, a huge country, used to be regarded as a scourge by everyone. Later, everyone looked at it with curiosity. Now, many countries in the world are worshiping it and following its example!” Mrs. I would never have thought of any political background in the casual conversation at that time.

One time my wife went to play at Grandma Liu’s house down the slope without explaining it to me. I walked from the new house to the old one and just called "my wife." Miss Wang laughed at me as if I hadn't seen my wife for only a few minutes. To be honest, my affection for my wife is growing with each passing day like grass in spring. In my letters to Ying, I often mention my admiration for my wife and the comfort I get from having her as my companion. This may be considered strange in the UK. Because in the past two years, I have been like a pot of charcoal that has been splashed with water. The enthusiasm of the past has disappeared. I have expressed doubts about friendship. I can only stand deserted outside the friendship circle and watch others live in it. If it is like Mrs. If Panagia is my morbid psychology, although my wife is not conceited as a doctor, she has indeed alleviated the degree of my morbid psychology.

A lot of days slipped away quietly! On the morning of July 7, when the stars were still twinkling by the Milky Way, I heard a roaring sound coming from the southeast. While washing their faces, everyone made guesses like a riddle. When the newspaper vendor arrived at ten o'clock, we realized that it was the explosion of artillery fire at the sacred Lugou Bridge. During my illness, I sometimes read some books on Buddhism. Although the concept of life and death became indifferent, the concept of country and nation was not as close to my heart as when I was in school. (I know when readers read this sentence, You must scold me, but I am willing to accept the scolding from the outside world and my heart, rather than obliterating the real me at that time.) Therefore, I do not have sufficient intelligence to make far-reaching speculations about the burst of artillery fire, but I am not "unfounded". The uneasy mentality is not so much a serious look at the rumbling sound, but rather a way to add some fresh fun to the lonely life! Unfortunately, things have not really lost their seriousness because I am serious about it and me. On the contrary, the artillery fire is getting tighter day by day. Singing stars like "Cat Mimi" have long since stopped singing, and "The Dream of Red Mansions" has no choice but to ask it to rest in the cupboard. The person we look forward to most every day is the newspaper vendor. When you pick up the newspaper, the focus of everyone's attention is the news of the war. Since then, my wife has become more and more mysterious. After we read the newspaper, it would be a big deal if we could repeat what it said in the newspaper; but my wife talked about some remarks outside the newspaper, and even speculated on military and political changes tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. What surprises me the most is that what my wife said two or three days ago is often the truth two or three days later. For example: a few days after the artillery fire broke out, she said that the war would be suspended for a few days, but if it stopped for a few days, the war would continue. Sure enough, a few days later, the roaring sound disappeared. My wife originally planned to leave Peiping at that time, and she also advised us to leave Peking. However, due to the excessive heat, we would get sick at every turn, and our physical safety on the road really became a problem, so my wife’s departure was just a talk. I was ridiculously lazy at that time, and I actually developed a mentality of living one day at a time.

News came one after another that many of our wounded soldiers had come up from the "Grave of King Li". When I was lying in bed and thought that we should donate some money to comfort them, my wife formally suggested it before me. Because my classmate He Jun in the men's hospital had this kind of donation experience, I wanted to entrust him with this matter. My wife is responsible for the women's hospital. I could see how meticulous my wife was in doing things from that day on. After she calculated all the money for the concubine, she reported the amount to each room. The next day, He Jun's receipt was shown to everyone. A few days later, I shared with everyone the letter of thanks written by the commander of the wounded soldier team, including a few towels and a few boxes of biscuits.

I remember that because my wife was afraid of the heat, she always liked to tie her hair, which was neither long nor short, back with a bunch of hair. It would stick up when she walked, and Mrs. Wang would hide behind the door and secretly laugh at her. Always nonchalantly counting the money in the souvenirs with his fingers!

At that time, everyone was in a mess, some went back to the city, and some sent telegrams from far away to say hello. The husband of patient Mrs. X is the stationmaster of Yongdingmen Station. And Yongdingmen is in the most critical situation. One afternoon Mrs. I specially sent people to the city to search, but after more than fifty miles away, the sky turned dark again. Although Mrs. When the wife heard this, she walked over and asked Mrs. I was very surprised at my wife's behavior and suspected that my wife was naturally prone to exaggeration. The wife's mystery finally increased from that day on, because in less than half an hour, she actually translated the telegram word for word using only her memory. I have never even heard of anyone in school who could memorize the telegraph book!

One day, my wife said: A letter from Mr. Zhifan came, asking her to go back to Xi'an around the Pingsui Railway, and also told her the names of many places along the highway. That incident once made my wife angry.

“Don’t I even know these distances? I want him to tell me!” Indeed, the traffic map of China seems to be in my wife’s belly. She can tell the names of many places in one breath. Listen to us.

"Mrs. Li is really capable and knowledgeable!" Miss Wang said to me gently. In fact, this sentence has been in my mind countless times.

Because the women’s hospital had neither walls nor gates, they all moved to the men’s hospital with rumbling sounds. There, there was a radio set in the office, and the people spinning around it all day long were my wife, He and Liu Jun. Whenever a celebrity gives a speech on the radio, my wife always listens quietly to understand. What about us? On the one hand, we were afraid that our sick bodies would be affected by standing too much, and on the other hand, there were many and fierce mosquitoes in the office, so after dinner, everyone still hid in the gauze tent and waited with sleepy eyes to hear the report from my wife when she came back.

On the day of the 28th, everyone was in such high spirits that my wife would run back from the office every hour. As soon as she entered the door, she would always clap her hands and shout: "Attention, everyone, we have recaptured Langfang!" He said, raising his fist high, and our applause continued.

"The Japanese army has retreated to XX." The wife's fat arms were raised high again, and she was still clapping in agreement! Miss Wang almost coughed when she laughed, but she still couldn't suppress this unique joy since the Republic of China!

My wife didn’t have a good lunch that day because there must be a very important report at twelve o’clock. He Jun and the others were waiting with the same enthusiasm. That night, the sounds in every room were like frogs in the fields in March and April in the south of the Yangtze River. The order Dr. Lu gave every time to "don't talk" has long been forgotten. Everyone's fantasy is filled with patches of red light and clusters of happy events. It seems that they are already playing on the streets of XX with their chests raised, and the dwarfs in front of them are standing on both sides with their hands hanging respectfully.

In the past twenty years of my life, if there is one thing that really surprised me, it was the news that came over the radio at one o'clock that night! ——General Song Zheyuan led his troops to withdraw from Peiping at 12:30. The announcer's voice also completely changed. One day it was full and full of energy, and the next day it was like the begging voice of a street beggar who had not eaten for several days. Everyone was so happy that they all climbed to the highest peak of Mount Everest (editor), but with a thunderbolt, they rolled down the foothills from the top one after another! The next day, the hospital kitchen took advantage of it, and everyone silently saved a lot of food. This was not only the case among the patients, but also among the co-workers such as Lao Sun and Lao Mo. Although this attitude of "feeling jealous when you hear victory, being discouraged when you hear defeat" only means that people are impetuous, but the emotional tension of people's love can be seen here.

From that day on, my wife predicted that the area around "Prince Li's Tomb" would be stationed by security teams. This prediction soon became a reality. I wonder how my wife could guess so accurately. I couldn't think of anything like that even though I racked my brains at the time!

The news got worse day by day, so my wife packed her luggage and decided to leave. I expected that from now on I would really experience the loneliness of a foreign land. But all feasts in the world come to an end. Can I save this most natural trend? On a drizzly morning, my wife still put on her eggplant-flowered chicken skin wrinkled cheongsam and left. She shook hands with almost every female patient. I felt that the same handshake could not express my feelings of farewell at that time, so I gently took her hand and kissed her twice, and followed the others listlessly to send her to the door. My wife is still waving to everyone at the far corner, but what's the use? I felt empty when I returned to the house, and Ying wrote to me again to tell me that she had moved with her family to the Tianjin Concession. I repeatedly murmured the four lines of a poem written by Hu Cuo on Geling Mountain in Hangzhou, "Human beings are born alone, think about loneliness, taste the taste of loneliness, and die alone safely."

After countless After hesitation, seven of us classmates and fellow patients finally left our hometown in August and landed around the sea, arriving at Shu, a land famous for its mountains and rivers.

At the dawn of the rooster crow and the storm, nostalgia often emerges uncontrollably. However, due to the turbulence of the war, it is difficult to determine everyone's whereabouts. Moreover, on the day my wife and I parted, she said she hoped I would write to her and that she would go back to Xi'an. My address is not that of Mr. Zhifan: one is for Mrs. Xing in Peking City, and the other is for Dr. Yang (her mother) in Jiujiang. I knew clearly that Mrs. A person who had been doused with cold water in the friendship field became so nervous when he first arrived that he actually lost the courage and interest to write to her in the first place!

The winter before last year, one night, my eldest brother came over and handed me a letter. The handwriting was lively, free and willful, not like a woman's handwriting. "Deng Mian" is written in large letters on the left. I held the envelope and was suspicious for a long time, because among the people I corresponded with, no one had the surname Deng. Five or six years ago, it might have been a letter of admiration from a man, but in such a lively place, I have been retreating for a long time. I was at a loss for words, until I unfolded the letter and saw the words "Dear Kitten" at the beginning, and then I concluded that it was from my wife. Looking back, I saw that the name was "Deng XX", which was baffling because I clearly remembered that my wife was Miss Yang Yi, Misue Li Zhifan. The content of the letter only stated that Li Zhifan and Yang Yi were her pseudonyms. I really know that I have fallen into the fog. So he hurriedly wrote a letter to interrogate her. Who is she? Or the wife? If it is a wife, whose wife is it? I believe that when my wife saw my cross-examination, she must have been surprised by my lack of political knowledge and exposure to different emerging publications. Otherwise, how could we not know the words "Deng XX"?

But one day, I accidentally saw the three words "Deng XX" in "XXXXXXX Notes", with "XXX Wife" written in brackets at the bottom, and my boredom was finally broken!

I deeply look forward to discovering this boring gourd-like thing again among my friends and acquaintances.

May they or their "true face in Lushan" be good descendants of Greater China who lead the masses, support the war of resistance, seek liberation for the nation, and seek benefits for the motherland!