My grandmother escaped from Henan to Shanxi with her family. As a result, when he arrived in Shanxi, he found that he could not survive. His parents decided to die in Henan, so they went back. Before leaving Shanxi, I couldn't hold it anymore. Grandma and grandma's sister were sent away one after another. It was followed by decades of family division. The article was written by my mother four years ago. After seeing the release of "1942", I decided to release it. This is a fragment of real history, derived from my grandmother's memories. Nothing to do with the movie.
The sixty-five years of deep love between sisters
was on April 19, 2008, the fourteenth day of March in the Wuzi year of the lunar calendar.
I had already planned with my parents to go to Jianning today to find my long-lost aunt, my mother's sister. Said to be looking for, in fact, there is an uncertain target, because the weather forecast said that there will be rain, and the weather has been gloomy, so there is no departure. After taking a short break after lunch, seeing that it was not raining, my mother couldn't help it, because she had been waiting for this day for 65 years, so our group of seven set off. But unexpectedly, before the car drove out of the family area where my mother lived, a light rain fell in the sky, and it seemed that God also remembered that unbearable past. My mother is very old. She is seventy-four this year and has limited mobility, but everything that happened sixty-five years ago is still vivid in her mind. When she talks to us, it seems like it happened yesterday. And I am also amazed by the coincidence of time. Sixty-five years ago, it was also spring, and it was also the middle of March in the lunar calendar...
In the 33rd year of the Republic of China - in the spring of 1943, on the 16th day of the third month of the lunar calendar, my grandparents embraced my aunt, who was born less than a hundred days ago, and led my 8-year-old mother and my 3-year-old uncle, Wuzhi in Henan set off on a journey to escape from the famine. A family of five, all living things are a broken quilt and a peanut cake. The reason why I went north is to go to Huguan, Shanxi, to get back the money owed by others when I did a small business in the past. The soldiers were in a panic, the people were struggling to live, and the people fleeing the famine formed in groups, with Japanese bullets flying over their heads, begging when they were hungry, and five people curled up together to keep warm when they were cold. On the way from Henan to Shanxi, I don't know how many big girls and young men died on the side of the road while walking, not to mention older people. In that kind of situation, in that kind of age, no one cares about anyone else. If they can't beg for food, they can only eat the dead people on the roadside. After running around continuously, my grandmother was starving and dizzy, and my aunt in her arms had no milk at all. People on the road to escape the desert had to avoid the Japanese killings. In the event of a war, they hid in the mountains and did not dare to make a sound. The aunt, who was starving to death, had no strength to cry. But even so, the grandmother still had to cover her mouth, and she would let her go to catch her breath after a while, fearing that if she cried out and was discovered by the Japanese, she would die.
After finally reaching Huguan, I saw that the debtor was too poor to live on. Before the money came, my grandmother and grandfather thought, even if I die, I have to die at home in Henan. So the helpless grandparents had to go back and forth. Before leaving Shanxi, they saw that the family of five were going to starve to death on the road. My grandfather and grandmother thought: instead of letting their 8-year-old daughter starve to death with them, it is better to give it to others, and maybe survive. The desperate grandparents had no choice but to sell my mother to someone else—the 8-year-old mother gave her relatives a bucket of corn. My grandfather and grandmother told my mother that they would use this bucket of corn as a turnover, pound them into noodles to make wotou, and sell them at a nearby market, and then continue to buy corn and make wowotou, so that after the turnover is completed, they may be able to support their family and make money. I can redeem my mother again. Before I left, my grandmother kept comforting my mother and said, don't cry, I won't go far, I'll do some small business around here, selling wotou and yellow buns, and I'll come to take you when I can live.
Maybe there is an ominous premonition in the dark, before my grandmother left, she repeatedly told her mother: Remember that our home is Dongshisi Village, Mulandian, Wuzhi, Henan. The 8-year-old mother walked from the vast Central Plains to Gaoping and Huguan on the Taihang Mountains. She was saddened all over the place, and all she heard and saw were victims of disasters, wars and deaths. She was very sensible when she walked through the pile of dead people. She knew that her relatives were compelled to do so, and she also understood that the life and death of following her parents would be uncertain, but she didn't know where her relatives would go. When my mother saw her dying sister in her grandmother's arms, she picked up three or four grains of raw corn that fell from the ground when she was selling herself, chewed it into a paste, and spit it into my aunt's mouth, together with saliva. This is my mother. Farewell to her relatives. My grandfather and grandmother took the bucket of corn that my mother bought, and they also got a heart full of sorrow and pain, but the disaster still did not spare the poor couple. As soon as they reached the entrance of Jianning's village, the corn was robbed by the bandits, and the grandfather's clothes were stripped completely. It was the grandmother who knelt on the ground and kowtowed to them to say good things, and the bandits gave the grandfather a coat to tie around his waist. The shameless, heartbroken grandparents are now despairing, thinking only about dying to their hometown, so they begged all the way back and forth, and the road to Shanxi trip became a journey of life and death for relatives...
Mother I always expected her family to survive, but only after 20 years did I realize that my grandmother and grandfather walked less than 100 meters away, and she was dying when she saw her little daughter who had just had enough in her arms for a hundred days. , then knocked on the door of a family on the side of the road, gave his daughter to the family, and then walked away in a hurry, fearing that if the family didn't want it, he would watch his own flesh and blood starve to death in his arms. When she felt that the door was closed, my grandmother turned her head to look again, and remembered firmly: This is a T-shaped street, and my little daughter is in this door. After the liberation, my grandfather and grandmother went back to the Taihang Mountains on foot three times to find their own flesh and blood, and found the T-shaped street, but they could not find the family who carried their 100-day-old daughter in an apron. Grandma didn't dare to claim it, she just wanted to know if she was still alive. After finding my mother, she also repeatedly told my mother and my aunt in Puyang: If I can't find it in my lifetime, you must also look for it and tell her her birthday and time, that's all, I gave birth to her but I can't help it. Feed her, as long as she's alive, as long as she's doing well.
In the 33rd year of the Republic of China, in AD 1943, my 28-year-old grandmother gave away her two daughters. Twenty years later, when my mother was 28 years old, in 1964 AD, Xinxiang went to Changzhi Beitong. The train, my grandmother with bound feet, quietly climbed onto the coal car, came to Shanxi, where I was haunted by my dreams, and then walked to the place where I left my own flesh and blood-----Gao Ping Jianning, but still couldn't find it The daughter she had been thinking about all the time, only after many inquiries did she find out that the eldest daughter she had given away was sent to the besieged city. As for the little one, no one knew. So my grandmother with three inches of feet went over the mountains and mountains again, walking more than 30 kilometers from Jianning to the besieged city of Chengguan. When I got there, I found out that my mother was married at the age of 15 and then walked 15 miles north along the railway. in the village of the temple. So my grandmother walked from the besieged city to the temple village again. Xu was moved by my grandmother's persistence. The first person who entered the temple village and asked about her knew her mother, and they were actually standing in front of her mother's house at that time. The excited grandmother entered her mother's house without any thought, but at this moment, the mother who suffered so much, without the consent of her adoptive parents and in-laws, did not know what to do after seeing her biological mother, who was haunted by her dreams. Measure, dare not step forward to recognize each other.
Before getting married at the age of 15, her mother often asked her stepmother for instructions to go to the market. No one understood why she went to the market desperately. She was naked and had no money on her body. Why do you like to go to the market so much at your age? When she got to the market, she never bought anything, she just looked for someone to see if there was anyone selling wotou, to see if they were her parents, and if the bucket of corn she bought at the age of 8 was not She saved the lives of her parents and younger siblings. She wanted her relatives to know that no matter how much she suffered, she was still alive. She wanted to know how her parents and younger siblings were doing. She wanted to know that her parents had earned enough to redeem them. Do you have your own money? And every time she went with hope and returned with disappointment, she never saw the relatives she was thinking about. Where did they go? Are they still alive? Are they all right? And it wasn't until 20 years later that my mother knew that her sister, who was only 100 days old, had to send someone off on the same day, less than 100 meters away from her, within a quarter of an hour. He may have lived with her on the same land for 20 years without knowing anything about it.
Her mother was illiterate and could not ride a bicycle. The heavy burden of the family made her breathless, but she never stopped looking for her own sister. Whenever someone said it was Jianning's, she would tell them about this episode. The past, and entrusted others to help find and inquire, but there is always no news. Sometimes there is a little clue, but it is always denied by information from all sides, so intermittently, there is always no result, my mother even has some imagination and hallucinations, as long as someone says that it is Jianning, the age is similar to his sister, then I was wondering if this is my sister! But the disappointment over and over again made my mother feel hopeless, so she slowly sealed her wish. Later, our sisters also inquired and searched after they joined the work, but they all came back in vain. The information we got is that all the people from Henan who fled to Jianning have found their relatives, and we haven't heard that any of them have yet to be found, so the search for relatives was gently put on hold, and everyone was justly busy with their own affairs. In work and life, everyone silently blessed in their hearts: I hope she lives, and I hope she lives well. In order not to cause trouble for the children, the mother tied this wish to the bottom of her heart, and never mentioned it again. The most regrettable thing is that during this period, my grandfather, grandmother and uncle passed away one after another. With the increase of age, the mother's body is also deteriorating, and it is more and more inconvenient to move.
Last spring, by chance, at an ordinary dinner party, a woman from Jianning said, "Actually, my mother is from Henan, but so far I haven't found my biological parents. There was a photo shooter from the temple and village looking for too much. Last time, because of my grandparents' block, I didn't dare to meet. My mother didn't know her actual age, nor her birthday, she only knew when she was that tall (she used hand gestures to draw about an 8-year-old child The neighbor whispered to her: 'You are not from Jianning, you are from Henan. Your current parents are very good to you, it is not easy for them to support you, you can't recognize your biological parents and forget yours Adoptive parents'. And my grandparents had no other children, and they were really good to my mother, so my mother didn't want to, didn't dare, and didn't have the ability to find her biological parents. , sank to the bottom of my heart. It was not until my grandparents passed away that my mother had this idea again, but I couldn't find it again. There have been many people who came to recognize each other, but they didn't feel the same, and the exchanges were intermittent. Said, my mother has never found her root." The woman sitting opposite was my second sister, she was stunned and blurted out: The person who has been looking for many times in the temple is my father!
Everything seemed like a dream, and the news spread quickly in the whole family. The second sister made a special trip to Jianning to confirm it. When it comes to experiences, they are very similar, but at first glance they are not very similar to my mother and little aunt, and the age is even more incompatible, at least three years old, so this matter is brought up again vigorously, and then gently put down , we no longer have any hope. Half a month ago, my little aunt came to live at my house from Puyang, and the two sisters talked about the woman whose whereabouts are unknown and whose life and death are unknown--mother's sister, aunt's sister, and the gate of missing the feelings of her relatives was closed again. Open, this time the two sisters will go to see anyway, whether she is kissing sister Zi! As children, we did not dare to be slighted in the slightest this time, so we chose another day.
65 years ago, China was devastated during the Anti-Japanese War. But today, the spring rain has made us feel extremely sad. For 65 years, we have returned to this place where we were separated from life and death. My mother tried hard to find the images of the past in the depths of her memory. The old street is still there; , The courtyard where I once stayed for one night is still vaguely recognizable. But the most important thing is that my mother is still looking for the T-shaped street that my grandmother told me, the place where my sister was given away to others, which no longer exists. People are not things, people who can machine things around 1942 must be at least 80 years old. The few people who have been found do not know what we are talking about. So I went straight to the destination I had set, and entered the door of the house, my mother was crying, and the three met, Bibi ears, Bibi head, Bibi hands, and they seemed to know each other. At this moment, I really hope that someone can testify: This is the My sister, this is my sister, this is your children's aunt to each other, I hope the miracle will happen now, I hope the miracle will happen in front of each of us, the time is frozen here, the feelings are blended here... We don't understand medicine, and we naively think that science is so advanced, and it should give us a satisfactory conclusion. If we ask, no, we can only do paternity test, and sisters can't be tested! I hope it is not as expected, but every time it is as expected, everyone is very disappointed.
On the 20th day of the third month of the lunar calendar, 65 years ago, it was also this day—the 20th day of the third month of the lunar calendar. My grandfather and grandmother reluctantly gave away her two daughters to others. But today, an old man, accompanied by his children, came to reunite with her sister and sister in her heart. Different experiences and common aspirations made their hearts very close. It's not like we've met before, but it's better than the reunion of old friends. In this situation, no one has the heart to explore: Is it the person they're looking for? And I just want to say, we are willing to be your nephew and niece, but I really want to know, are you really that aunt who was sent away on her last breath?
April 25, 2008
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