Mid-Autumn Festival in 1946.
the troops that hit the coast decided to attack at night. Several comrades in the workshop of our art troupe were assigned by the head of the main attack group to various combat companies to help with their work.
probably because I'm a lesbian! The head of the regiment scratched the back of my head for a long time, and finally called a correspondent to take me to the frontier dressing place.
the bandaging place is the bandaging place! Just don't ask me to go into the safe anyway. I put on my backpack and went with the correspondent.
There was a light rain in the morning. Although it cleared up now, the road was still slippery. The autumn crops in the fields on both sides were washed green and bright by the rain. The air also smells fresh and moist. I really thought we were going to the market if the enemy's cold guns were not blindly exploding intermittently!
the correspondent strode ahead of me. From the beginning, he pushed me a few feet away. My feet are rotten and the road is slippery. No matter how hard I try, I can't catch up with him. I want to call him to wait for me, but I am afraid that he will laugh at my timidity and fear; If I don't call him, I'm really afraid that I can't touch the dressing place alone. I began to get angry with this correspondent.
hey! Strange to say, he seems to have eyes behind him, but he automatically stood by the side of the road. But the face is still facing forward. Didn't look at me. When I approached him slowly, he stomped on his own again, and once again he dropped me a few feet away. I really don't have the strength to catch up, so I just hang around slowly in the back alone. But this time it's okay, he didn't let me move too far, but he didn't let me approach, and he always kept me at a distance of ten feet. I walked fast, and he strode ahead; I walk slowly, and he wobbles in front. Strangely, I have never seen him look back at me once, and I can't help but take an interest in this correspondent.
I didn't pay attention to him at the regimental headquarters just now. Now, from the back, I can only see that he is a tall man, not big, but judging from his thick and solid shoulders, he is a great guy. He is wearing a faded yellow military uniform and his leggings reach his knees. In the rifle barrel on the shoulder, a few branches are sparsely inserted, which is more decorative than camouflage.
I didn't catch up with him, but my feet were burning with pain. I asked him to have a rest, and then I sat down on the stone that made the field boundary. He also sat down on a distant stone, put the gun across his leg, and turned his back to me, as if I didn't exist. From experience, I know it must be because I am a lesbian. Lesbians have these difficulties when they join the company. I walked over with a sense of resistance and sat down in front of him. At this time, I saw his round face, which was very young and childish, and he was at most eighteen years old. When he saw me sitting next to him, he immediately got up in a panic, as if a time bomb had been planted beside him. He was embarrassed, and it was not good to turn his face away. He couldn't do it unless he did, and he was embarrassed to stand up. I tried to hold back my laughter and casually asked him where he was from. He didn't answer, his face rose like a duke guan, and it took him a long time to make it clear that he was from Tianmu Mountain. It turns out that he is still my fellow countryman!
? What do you do at home?
? Help people drag bamboo. ?
I looked at his broad shoulders, and immediately there appeared in front of my eyes a green mist-like bamboo sea, a narrow
narrow stone mountain road, hovering up. A broad-shouldered young man, with an old blue cloth on his shoulder, carried a few bamboos, and the bamboo tips dragged behind him, making the stone steps rattle. ? How familiar I am with my hometown life! I immediately became more affectionate with this fellow countryman.
I asked again: How old are you?
? Nineteen. ?
? How many years have you participated in the revolution?
? One year. ?
? How did you join the revolution? When I asked here, I thought it was not like a conversation, but rather like an interrogation. But I still can't help asking.
? I followed myself when the army retreated north. ?
? Who else is at home?
? My mother, father, brother and sister, and an aunt also live in my house. ?
? You haven't got a wife, have you?
He blushed and became more coy, and his hands kept counting the buttonholes on his belt. It was a long time before he bowed his head, smiled foolishly and shook his head. I wanted to ask him if he was seeing anyone, but when I saw him like this, I had to swallow his words again.
After they sat for a while, he began to look up at the sky, then fell over and glanced at me, meaning to urge me to start.
when I stood up to leave, I saw him take off his hat and secretly wipe his sweat with a towel. It's my fault. People don't even sweat when they walk. It's my fault that I made him sweat for talking to him.
we arrived at the bandaging station, and it was already two o'clock in the afternoon. It's three miles away from the front. The bandaging center is located in a primary school, with six houses of different sizes. There are many weeds growing in a clearing in the middle. Obviously, the primary school has been closed for a long time. By the time we arrived, there were already several health workers in the room with gauze and cotton, and the door panels with bricks were all over the floor, which were counted as hospital beds.
shortly after we arrived, a township cadre came, his eyes were red with boiling, and he put a piece of hard beat paper under the broken felt hat in front of his forehead, and covered it low in front of his eyes to block the light.
He has a gun on one shoulder and a steelyard on the other. With a basket of eggs in his left hand and a big pot in his right hand, he came wheezing. While putting things away, he apologized and complained to us, sipped water and took a packet of rice balls out of his pocket to chew. I saw him doing all this quickly. I didn't catch what he said. It seems to say something about quilts, asking us to borrow them ourselves. I asked the hygienist. It turned out that the quilt on the army had not been handed out yet, but the wounded man was bleeding and was very afraid of the cold, so he had to borrow it from the people. Even if there are ten or twenty pieces of cotton wool. I was worried that I couldn't fit in my work at this moment, so I volunteered to ask for this job. I was afraid that I would be too late to invite my fellow countryman and ask him to help me mobilize several families before leaving. He hesitated for a moment and went with me.
let's go to a nearby village first. After entering the village, he will go east and I will go west to mobilize separately. Soon, I have written three IOUs, borrowed two cotton wadds and a quilt, and my hands are full. I am very happy. When I am about to send them back and borrow them again, I see the correspondent coming from the opposite side, and my hands are still empty.
? What, you didn't borrow it? I think the people here are highly conscious and open-minded. How could they not borrow it? I asked in a little surprise.
? Female comrade, you can borrow it! ? The common people died in feudalism.
? Which one? You take me there. ? I guess he must have said something wrong and collapsed. It's a small matter to borrow a quilt, and it's not good to offend the people. I asked him to show me around. But he stubbornly lowered his head, as if nailed to the ground, and refused to move. I approached him and told him in a low voice what the crowd had influenced. He listened, and sure enough, he relaxed and took me away.
When we walked into the courtyard of our fellow villagers, we saw the hall was quiet. A door curtain with a blue cloth and a red forehead hung on one of the doors, and bright red couplets were stuck on both sides of the door frame. We have to stand outside and look in? Sister-in-law? Shout, shout a few times, no one should, but there is a noise. After a while, the curtain was lifted, revealing a young wife. This daughter-in-law is very good-looking, with a high nose, curved eyebrows and a fluffy forehead. Although they are wearing coarse cloth, they are all new. I saw that her head had been tied in a bun, so my sister-in-law apologized to her briefly, saying that this comrade had just come, so don't take it amiss to speak badly, and so on. She listened, her face turned inward, and she bit her lip and laughed. When I finished, she didn't say anything, but bowed her head and bit her lip, as if she had endured a lot of jokes and didn't finish laughing. Gal, I'm a little embarrassed, how to say the following words! I saw the correspondent standing on one side, staring at me unblinkingly, as if watching the company commander do a demonstration. I had to crustily skin of head, shan shan asked her to borrow the quilt, and then I told her again that the troops of the * * * production party fought for the common people. This time, she stopped laughing, listened and kept looking into the room. When I had finished, she looked at me and the correspondent, as if weighing what I had just said. After a long time, she turned and went in to hug the quilt.
the correspondent took this opportunity and said to me unconvinced. I just said these words, but she just won't borrow them. See how strange it is!
I quickly gave him a white look and didn't ask him to say anything. But it was too late. The daughter-in-law hugged the quilt and was already at the door of the room. As soon as the quilt was taken out, I understood why she refused to borrow it just now. It turned out to be a brand-new floral quilt, with a false satin quilt cover, a bordeaux bottom and white lilies sprinkled on it.
It seems that she was deliberately angry with the correspondent, and she gave the quilt to me and said:? Take it. ?
I have a quilt in my hand, so I just make signal with the lips and call the correspondent to get it. I didn't expect him to raise his face and pretend not to see it. I had to open my mouth to call him, and he just strained his face and hung his eyelids, went up and took the quilt, and turned around and left in a panic. Don't want him to hear before he goes out? Psst? With a loud bang, the clothes caught the door hook, and at the shoulder, a piece of cloth was hung, and the hole was torn. While laughing, the daughter-in-law hurried to find a needle and thread to sew it on for him. The correspondent refused, grabbed the quilt and left.
Not far from the door, we were told that the young daughter-in-law just now was a bride who had just been away for three days, and this quilt was her only dowry. I felt a little guilty when I heard this, and the correspondent frowned and looked at the quilt in his hand silently. I think he will feel the same way after hearing such words! Sure enough, as he walked, he murmured to me.
? We didn't know the situation, so we borrowed somebody else's wedding quilt. How inappropriate! I couldn't help but want to play a joke on him, so I pretended to be serious and said, Yes! Maybe when she was a girl for this quilt, she didn't know how many odd jobs she had to get up early and stay up late to accumulate money for making quilts. Maybe she couldn't sleep for this quilt. However, some people called her feudal.
when he heard this, he suddenly stopped, stayed for a while and said: That! ? Then let's send it back! ?
? It has been borrowed, so it's too much for her to send it back. ? I think his serious and embarrassed look is both funny and cute. Somehow, I have fallen in love with this silly little fellow from the bottom of my heart.
after listening to what I said, it seemed reasonable. After thinking about it, he made up his mind and said:? Okay, forget it. Give her a good wash after use. ? After he decided, he grabbed all the quilts I was holding, hung one left and one right on his shoulders, and strode away.
after returning to the bandaging office, I sent him back to the regimental headquarters. His spirit suddenly perked up, saluted me and ran away. After a few steps, he remembered something again. He fished in his bag for a while, pulled out two steamed buns, raised them at me, put them on a roadside stone and said, Let's have dinner for you! ? After that, I left without a foot. I walked over and picked up the two hard steamed buns. I saw that there was another wild chrysanthemum in the barrel of his back, and it was trembling in his ear with those branches.
He has gone far away, but he can still see the pieces of cloth torn from his shoulders floating in the wind. I really regret not sewing him up before I go. Now, at least he'll be naked all night.
there are very few staff in the dressing room. The township cadres mobilized several women to help us fetch water, cook pots and do odd jobs. The new daughter-in-law also came. She was still smiling and sipping her mouth. She occasionally looked at me from the corner of her eye, but she looked around from time to time as if looking for something. Later, she asked me after all:? Where's that gay brother? I told her that my brother is not from here, and he has gone to the front now. She smiled shyly and said, He was angry with me for borrowing the quilt just now! ? Then he sipped his mouth and smiled, and began to spread dozens of quilts and cotton wadding borrowed neatly on the door panel and table (two desks are put together to make a bed). I saw her spread her new quilt of white lilies on a door panel under the eaves outside.
it's getting dark, and there's a full moon on the horizon. Our general attack has not yet been launched. As usual, the enemy is afraid of the night, burning piles of wildfires on the ground, blindly bombing, flares also rose one after another, as if countless gasoline lamps were lit under the moon, exposing everything on the ground naked. In such a place? White night? How difficult it is to attack from inside, and how much it will cost!
I hate the bright moon.
The township cadres came again and gave us some dried vegetables and moon cakes. It turns out that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Ah, Mid-Autumn Festival, in my hometown, now there must be a bamboo coffee table in front of every family, with a pair of incense sticks and several plates of melon and fruit moon cakes on it. The children eagerly hope that the incense will burn out quickly and share the things that the Moon Empress has enjoyed earlier. They are dancing and singing beside the coffee table. The moon is bright, beating gongs to buy sugar, or singing:? Mother Moon, take care of me. I think of here, and I think of my little fellow villager, the guy who dragged bamboo. Maybe, a few years ago, he sang these songs!
? I took a bite of delicious home-made moon cakes, and remembered that the little fellow villager was probably lying in the fortifications now, perhaps in the regiment command post or walking in those winding traffic ditches! ?
after a while, our cannon rang, several red flares flashed across the sky, and the attack began. Soon, several wounded people came down intermittently, and the air in the dressing place immediately became tense.
I took a notebook and went to register their names and units. Those who were slightly injured asked, and those who were seriously injured had to open their symbols or look through their skirts. When I open a symbol with a heavy color number, Correspondent? Three words made me suddenly shudder and my heart beat. It took me a while to see the symbol? The word camp. Ah! No, my fellow countryman. He is a correspondent of the regimental headquarters. But somehow I want to ask who will miss the wounded in the battlefield. What do correspondents do in battle except deliver letters? I don't know why I ask these boring questions.
In the dozens of minutes after the start of the battle, everything went smoothly. The news brought by the wounded again and again was that we broke through the first Abatis and the second barbed wire, occupied the enemy's frontier fortifications and entered the street. But here, the news suddenly stopped, and the wounded came down.