Marriage of the Republic of China

"Mr. Joe, I have received an admission letter from Columbia University."

Hearing Fu Wenyang's words, Qiao Ansheng took off his glasses, with soft joy in his eyes: "Congratulations, Wenyang."

Fu Wenyang put the admission letter on the table, took half a step back, and bowed respectfully to his adoptive father: "Thank you for raising me with all your heart, Mr. Qiao, without you, I can't do it at all." arrive."

The child with timid eyes back then has grown up now, not only his appearance, but even his gestures and gestures have the shadow of Fu Junkai.Looking at the young man in front of him, Qiao Ansheng was both gratified and emotional: "I am just teaching you to study, and you have to rely on your own efforts to achieve such results. Wen Yang, you are the best student I have ever taught."

Fu Wenyang scratched his head with a shy smile, and said, "Mr. Qiao, I'm going to report next month. Before I leave, I want to pay homage to Father and Father."

"We should tell them the good news." Qiao Ansheng nodded, "Sunday, I don't have class that day, so I'll go with you."

"Thank you, Mr. Qiao." Fu Wenyang bowed slightly, "Then I'll go back to school first, and I have to report the news to Director Ji."

"Go."

When Fu Wenyang left, Qiao Ansheng lowered his eyes and stared at the English translation of "Calwitt's Education" in a hardcover brown cover on the lesson plan.

This book expounds in detail the cultivation and education of children. Although the protagonist in the book is a little demented due to congenital deficiency, he grows into a genius recognized by the world under the careful education of his parents.

In order to teach Fu Wenyang well, Qiao Ansheng, who had not touched English for many years, translated sentence by sentence according to the dictionary.Due to the particularity of Fu Wenyang's thinking, his brain can be said to be blank. Although he started late, he absorbed knowledge like a thirsty earth absorbing every drop of water.He looks stupid but he is good at memory and studies hard.He has learned four languages ​​in eight years and has read hundreds of books on literature and history from various countries. The collections in the small library at school can no longer satisfy him.

Qiao Ansheng originally wanted to send him to Tsinghua University, but just a month ago, he heard that he had applied to an American university.Thanks to Fu Junkai training Fu Wenyang like a soldier since he was a child, he has a strong body and almost never gets sick.So even if you travel across the ocean to a place with completely different living habits, you don't need to worry about him.

Recalling that when he first arrived in Chongqing, Qiao Ansheng took Fu Wenyang to many schools and no one would accept him, because the child was already ten years old but he struggled to read elementary school.Qiao Ansheng was originally a teacher, so it stands to reason that he can teach himself, but he firmly believes that learning how to communicate with others in school is more important for children like Fu Wenyang.

Seeing that he was worried about Fu Wenyang's going to school, his uncle Fu Junyan went to ask Ji Minxuan, a classmate of the then primary school principal, Ji Minxuan.Seeing Fu Wenyang, Ji Minxuan did not test the children's books like the teachers in other schools, but took him to his office and picked out a picture album from the bookshelf for him, and asked him to read and read the contents. Retell the story to yourself.

After Fu Wenyang finished reading the album, the story he told was mixed with his own imagination, which was completely wrong.Hearing Qiao Ansheng next to him keep saying in his heart, "It's over, it's over, they will definitely not accept him".

Unexpectedly, Ji Minxuan decided to accept Fu Wenyang at that time, and let him transfer to the senior grade.Ji Minxuan gave Qiao Ansheng the book "Calvet's Education", and told him that a child like Fu Wenyang would be able to devote himself to learning without distraction.As long as they are well guided and cultivated, they will surely have great potential in the future.

Not long after, when he took Fu Wenyang to the cemetery to worship his parents, Qiao Ansheng ran into Ji Minxuan again.During the chat, I learned that Ji Minxuan's lover was on a business trip to Shanghai, and unfortunately died in the Japanese bombing of the railway during the Battle of Songhu, leaving him to live alone with his two young sons.

Both lost their love because of the war, so the two chatted for a while longer.Knowing that Qiao Ansheng was a teacher, Ji Minxuan arranged an interview for him.He was recruited into a middle school to teach Chinese, and finally realized his dream of teaching and educating people.Later, Qiao Ansheng heard from a colleague that Ji Minxuan had stayed in Germany for many years and was awarded the title of Doctor of Education. His research direction was the education of special children.

I am grateful for Ji Minxuan's kindness, that is, after Fu Wenyang entered middle school, Qiao Ansheng would still take his children to Ji Minxuan's house from time to time to cook a meal of hometown food for this man who is knowledgeable but not very good at taking care of himself and his children.Sometimes when Qiao Ansheng was busy in the kitchen, he would feel a gaze on his back.But when he looked back to find the source of that gaze, he often saw Ji Minxuan sitting on the sofa in the living room, with the newspaper in his hand covering his entire face.

Even though many people died, the war continued.The Japanese army bombed the capital from time to time. I don’t know when, as soon as the air raid siren was lifted, Qiao Ansheng would receive a call from Ji Minxuan asking about his safety, and later he would call him to chat with him if he had nothing to do.Many times, when my sister-in-law picked up the phone and heard it was Ji Minxuan, she called Qiao Ansheng to pick it up without asking if he was looking for Fu Junyan.

This day, when Qiao Ansheng hung up the phone, his sister-in-law called and handed over a melon seed, knocking on it and asking, "Sister-in-law, brother has been gone for so long, don't you want to take another step?"

Qiao Ansheng was startled for a moment, lowered his eyes and shook his head: "Wen Yang is not yet an adult, so I don't think about it for now... Besides, I'm fine on my own, and I don't want to spend my days worrying about others."

"You, troubled life, I think you take Wenyang more carefully than you take Wenge. Fortunately, Wenyang is a filial child, so you don't love him for nothing." Sister-in-law sighed quietly, "But sister-in-law, you Don’t blame me for being straightforward, after all, Wen Yang is not your own, and you may fly to where you will fly when you grow up and your wings become hard... You still have to plan for your future, otherwise, as you get older, there will be a headache, and you will go to bed Nobody even offered a glass of water."

The younger sister's words made sense, and Qiao Ansheng knew that she meant well, so he didn't intend to refute, but just said lightly: "Let's talk about it, I don't have the heart to look for it now."

The siblings squinted at the phone and joked, "I still need to look for it? Isn't there someone waiting for you to nod?"

Rao is no longer young, but the mention of this kind of thing still makes Qiao Ansheng's ears blush.He was just about to argue a few words for himself, when he suddenly saw his uncle Fu Junyan push the door in, his face flushed red and he walked hurriedly, without the dignity that a teacher should have.

The unspoken tears flowed first, and the extreme excitement was followed by unspeakable excitement. He choked up and said: "Surrender! Japan has surrendered!"

Hearing this, Qiao Ansheng clenched his hands tightly into fists, he couldn't feel the pain of the sharp corners of the melon seeds piercing into his palms, and his heart was filled with the joy of Xue Jin's national hatred and family hatred——

Jun Kai, did you hear that?

The cemetery is desolate and solemn. Even in the hottest time of the year in the mountain city, standing under the shade of green pines and cypresses, you can still feel a bit of coolness when the breeze blows by.

After laying out the fruit plate in front of Fu Junkai's tombstone and putting three packs of "Camel", Qiao Ansheng turned his head and said, "Wen Yang, pass the wine over."

Fu Wenyang rummaged through the bag, frowned and said, "Oh, I put it on the living room table before going out, and forgot to take it."

"Go down and buy a bottle." Qiao Ansheng took out some change and handed it to him, "Slow down, don't fall down the steps."

Fu Wenyang got up and ran away, Qiao Ansheng turned his head to stare at the tombstone, raised his hand and stroked Fu Junkai's name stroke by stroke.

The poem goes: "If you only die on the battlefield for the country, why do you need to return the corpse wrapped in horse leather?"

Before leaving, Fu Junkai put the two neatly folded military uniforms into the box, and earnestly begged him: "An Sheng, Wen Yang is still young, if we really die for our country, you can help me with Wang Qiu's funeral. "

Since parting is forever, Qiao Ansheng cried all his tears on the train.When he received the death notice and the pension from the commander of the army, he couldn't shed a single tear.Until one day, he confiscated a box of Camel cigarettes smoked secretly by his students, and he burst into tears when he saw it.

Tobacco was Fu Junkai's only pastime for promotion after he became chief of staff, and he replaced Hardemen with camels.Only at this moment did he accept the reality—the man who loved him, hurt him, and he loved and hated him left forever, leaving only a hole in his heart that could not be filled.

"Mr. Qiao?"

Hearing Ji Minxuan's voice from behind, Qiao Ansheng hurriedly wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, stood up and saluted him.For some reason, looking at the soft smile on the other person's face, he felt sad for a while, and tears fell down again.Seeing this, Ji Minxuan quickly took out a handkerchief and handed it to him, and stood beside him without saying a word, waiting for him to calm down.

Gripping the handkerchief, Qiao Ansheng apologized, "I'm sorry, it got dirty...I...will return it to you after I wash it..."

"You keep it for use." Ji Minxuan said, looking to the side, "Isn't Wen Yang with you?"

"He went to buy wine." Qiao Ansheng also noticed that Ji Minxuan was alone, "You didn't bring the children?"

"Oh, my nephews are getting married tomorrow, and my sister is taking them to the greenhouse banquet."

"To say that there are quite a lot of people getting married recently."

"Yeah, the war is over and the whole country is celebrating. They all want to have some fun."

As he was talking, he suddenly heard thunder rolling overhead.The sky had just returned to the clear sky, but in the blink of an eye, it was covered with dark clouds, and the big raindrops fell in response.Ji Minxuan quickly grabbed Qiao Ansheng's hand and ran towards the gravekeeper's hut not far away.Running in a hurry, standing under the eaves, he was so tired that he was panting, but he still held his hand.

Feeling at a loss, Qiao Ansheng couldn't take it out, so he had to remind him: "Principal Ji, that... let go..."

"Oh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Ji Minxuan hurriedly let go of his hand, his thin face flushed red because of sprinting or embarrassment.He belonged to the kind of person who could tell he was a teacher just by looking at him. He was full of pedantry. He was obviously not very good at handling the current situation, so he just kept saying sorry.

Qiao Ansheng didn't intend to blame him, and shook the rainwater off his face with the handkerchief just now.Just as he unfolded the handkerchief, he suddenly noticed words embroidered on it.Taking a closer look, the heartbeat that has not yet calmed down became more violent, pounding on the chest——

In troubled times, the love between children is long and thin, leaning on the tree and hoping for peace.

Seeing Qiao Ansheng stretching his handkerchief, Ji Minxuan suddenly raised his heart.A few days ago, I heard Fu Wenyang mention that Qiao Ansheng would come to the cemetery today. After much deliberation, he finally decided to seize this opportunity to convey his heart to the other party.The plan was very good. I gave the handkerchief to Qiao Ansheng by wiping sweat, tears, etc., so that when the other party went home to wash it, he could see the poems he specially asked someone to embroider on it.

He also deliberately folded the embroidered verses inside, so as not to be embarrassed by Qiao Ansheng on the spot.Who knew that there was a sudden downpour of rain, and by accident, it was actually Qiao Ansheng who saw it.Now, the sound of rolling thunder seemed to be exploding in my ears, and Ji Minxuan stood beside him helplessly, so ashamed that he just wanted to lift a stone brick and get in.

Qiao Ansheng stared at the words on the handkerchief and read it over and over several times, then folded it up and put it in his pocket.The rain was pouring down, and things a few meters away were blurred.The two stood quietly, neither of them spoke first.

Thunderstorms, the clouds passed, and the sky began to clear again.The rain is gradually getting lighter, and the breath is full of the fragrance of grass, trees and soil.Qiao Ansheng took a deep breath and asked, "Principal Ji, do you know why I still chose to stay in Chongqing instead of returning to Baoding after the war?"

"Tell me." Ji Minxuan was still nervous.Whenever he looks at the back of Qiao Ansheng busy in his kitchen, his lonely heart will always feel a little warmth.After getting along for many years, I finally plucked up the courage to convey my heart, but I didn't want God to show me one.

Only Qiao Ansheng said lightly: "Because Jun Kai is buried here, I will come to the cemetery whenever I want to talk to him. He is the only person I have ever loved. He is hard to let go, let alone forget... So, even if it is Are you willing to accept me too?"

Ji Minxuan suddenly became less nervous, and said in a calm tone: "Mr. Qiao, at our age, who doesn't have someone who can't forget it? It's true that the old people are unforgettable, but those who are left behind need to take their share." Live well together, see the changes in the world for them, and touch the joys and sorrows of life...so that when we come to pay homage to them at the tombstone, we will have something new to talk about, right?"

Qiao Ansheng stared at those light-colored eyes for a while, and there were smile lines in the corners of his eyes: "Principal Ji, you really deserve to study pedagogy, and you can't refute your words."

"You're absurd, I'm just—" In the middle of speaking, Ji Minxuan stopped his voice, wishing he could slap himself.The old problem has been committed again. What is the current situation? Who is he trying to educate with his long speech?Immediately, the subject changed, and he said in a sly way: "Don't bully me, I... I even... Hey, this is my problem. I want to be a teacher. I will definitely change it in the future, I will definitely change it."

Qiao Ansheng just laughed and didn't answer any more.Not long after, the rain stopped, and Fu Wenyang yelled to find him again, so he answered and walked towards the tombstone.

"Teacher Qiao?" Unable to wait for an answer, Ji Minxuan felt as if grass had grown in his heart, and stopped him behind his back: "Just...you go back and think about it, and give me a few days—Ha Qiu!"

This sneezed, and the snot flowed out.But the handkerchief was given to Qiao Ansheng, so he had to tightly cover his mouth and nose, trying to wipe it off quietly with his sleeve, while praying that the other party would not find out the embarrassment.

Just as the handkerchief was handed to him, Ji Minxuan raised his face, and saw Qiao Ansheng standing under the clear sky after the rain, with a playful smile on his face.

"I'll borrow you to wipe it, wash it and return it to me."

The author has something to say: Hehe, another sour scholar-type Comrade Ji