Disaster Descends From the Heavens
Time flew, and the first year passed in the blink of an eye. At the beginning of the second academic year, all the major universities in Shanghai held celebrations to celebrate the anniversary of the victory of the War of Resistance against Japan. The school decided to hold a "Celebration of the Victory of the War of Resistance Against Japan and a Conference to Strongly Condemn the Japanese Invaders 'Invasion of China" at 2:00 p. m. on Saturday.
Professor Chu Baoyi, the head of the Department of Financial Management, informed Yao Shunru to prepare to speak on stage, causing him to fall into painful memories.
In the north of Hunan Province, there was a Mashi Street called Yingpan Street. It started from Xinghan Gate Main Street in the east, which was now Cai E Road, and ended at Beimen Main Street in the west. It was less than fifteen feet wide and one mile two or three long. The houses on both sides of the street were lined up.
Any place name related to the camp had a connection to the military camp. It was said that this was the camp of Ma Yin, the King of Chu during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. When Xin Qiji, the famous general of Nansheng who fought against the Jin Dynasty, was the pacifying envoy of Hunan, he created the Hunan Flying Tiger Army. His camp was built here. Later on, it was also the encampment of the Ming Fan Manor's guards, hence the name Yingpan Street.
On Yingpan Street, there was an alley named Cixian Lake. In the depths of the alley, there used to be a pool of water called Cihan Lake. It was said that during the Three Kingdoms period, Han Xuan, the prefect of Changsha, was assassinated here by his general Wei Yan. The historical vicissitudes evolved into a homonym of Cixian Lake.
In the 27th year of the Republic of China (1938 AD), at around nine o'clock in the morning on the day of the Double Tenth Festival, a handsome young man ran out of the daily grocery store diagonally opposite the entrance of Cixian Lake. He was dressed in white Chinese martial arts clothes and blue canvas shoes. A lock of bangs neatly covered his forehead.
The young man was followed closely by his father, a burly middle-aged man. He was wearing a black muslin shirt, silver-gray poplin pants, and brown leather shoes. The father and son quickly headed west.
The young man walking in front suddenly took a step forward like a plow, bending and stretching, straight up and down, playing Xingyi Fist with both hands. He followed the rhythm of his punches and shouted, Down with the Japanese pirates! Protect the country! Down with the Japanese devils! It attracted many pedestrians to stop and watch. Some even echoed and cheered.
His father, who was walking at the back, nodded and greeted acquaintances on the road while shouting,"Beloved emissary, be honest and don't be cocky!”
The young man turned a deaf ear to his words and rushed forward several feet. Suddenly, he turned around and punched his father with every step. He stopped in front of his father and asked with a smile,"Dad, what do you think of my skills? Can I participate in the competition?”
His father laughed and said,"You're such a flower-legged turtle. They'll knock you down in three to five moves."”His father's name was Yao Runsheng, and his acquaintances called him Boss Yao.
The young man's face turned red and he pouted.""I'm only eleven years old. When I'm as old as Second Brother, I'll definitely win the championship.”
This young man was me, Yao Shunru, nicknamed Love Envoy. He had a round face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes that were full of childishness. I may be young, but I'm almost as tall as my father's shoulders. Together with my second brother, Yao Shunde, I've been practicing martial arts at the Changsha Martial Arts Club. I've been practicing Taiji for a year and Xingyiquan for two years.
This was an eventful autumn. The Chinese National Revolutionary Army and the Japanese invaders had engaged in the Battle of Xuzhou and the Battle of Wuhan. During the two battles, the Japanese invaders 'planes had been crazy and had attacked the provincial capital one after another this year.
Ever since the Japanese planes attacked, families had been frantically looking for shelters or building bomb shelters. The bomb shelter in Shunru's house was made up of a few square tables that were put together and supported by a stool. A few door panels were placed on top of them, and a few beds of cotton wool were laid on the door panels. A similar air-raid shelter was also built in the whiny house. The neighbors all built it like this.
Hearing the enemy air-raid siren, the whole family hid under the square table. However, such a bomb shelter was not safe at all. If they were hit by a bomb, they would inevitably die. Such tragedies had happened many times. The successive air raids caused the provincial capital to be filled with grief. The people were in dire straits and were in a state of panic. The rich families chose to flee to the southwest to take refuge.
My dad opened a Renxin textile factory in Loom Alley. It had stopped production and closed down two months ago. He decided to take the whole family to the hometown of his cousin's husband, Li Wenbin, to seek refuge. The day before yesterday, during the Mid-Autumn Festival family reunion dinner, he had brought this up to Dia Dia.
However, she didn't listen to him. She didn't agree no matter what. She wanted to die in her own home. "This is my home, why should I run away? If he dares to invade, I dare to give up this old life!”
Two days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was the Double Tenth Festival. The Changsha Martial Arts Club held a youth Sanda competition. Dad had originally agreed to take me to watch Second Brother's youth group competition. When we reached the main street of North Gate, he suddenly changed his mind and turned to head north to Xiangchun Street's old house.
This was a brick and wood structure with walls. It was so cold and gloomy that it was scary. We walked into the fifth wall door and just crossed the courtyard, we heard a loud voice in the study: "Is it a love envoy?"
Although I was very unhappy, I still bowed respectfully to Jiaojiao.
"Why are you pouting? Did I make you angry?”With a head full of silver hair and a ruddy face without wrinkles, she was wearing loose pajamas and was practicing the words "Republic of China" in high spirits. When she saw her son and grandson coming, she stopped writing and asked.
When I saw the four words "Republic of China" on the desk, my anger subsided by half. With a red face, I said,"No one provoked me. I want to watch Second Brother's mixed martial arts competition.”
"Is that so? Then go! What are you doing in my room?"
"It's still early for the 11 o'clock competition. I want to talk to you about something serious."”
"What serious matter? What do you think of my mixed 'Min' character?”As she spoke coyly, she waved her brush and wrote another "Min" character on the paper.
Dia Dia and Huang Xing were classmates of Chengnan Academy. They participated in the Chinese Association to plan the Changsha uprising. After Huang Xing was exposed, he fled to Japan. He returned home to inherit his father's business and missed the 1911 Revolution. He still held a grudge.
His father quickly got to the point and asked with a smile,"Dad, what do you think? Why don't you come with us?”
"I'm not going, I'm not going anywhere. I'll just sit in the corner and wait for the Japanese to come.”Beside her coquettish feet was a presbyopic cat called " Little Leopard." It was not as strong as its owner and could not run anymore.
The house where Dia Dia lives is my family's old house. Dia Dia Weng's mother and uncle live here. I also spent my childhood here. I moved to the new house my father bought on Yingpan Street two years ago.
Mother Weng passed away two years ago. Uncle had been living in Shanghai for many years. Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, Aunt Niang had brought her cousin back to her family in the countryside. In fact, in this house, there was only the 60-year-old Jiaojiao left to stay behind. Father could not rest assured.
"How can we leave without worrying if you stay here alone? A wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him. It's not a matter of who's afraid of who. Millions of regular troops are retreating.”
"I'll cook and eat by myself. I won't provoke anyone. What are you worried about?”
Ever since Mother Weng passed away two years ago, her coquettish personality began to change. Her circle of friends became smaller and smaller. The annual spring outing and the poetry meet at the Love Evening Pavilion on the Double Ninth Festival also became uninteresting. Later, Gan Qu closed his door to guests, and his personality became more and more lonely and stubborn.
Dad and I had endless coquettish conversations and sometimes arguments. Without saying a word, I stared at the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall and the new calligraphy and painting box on the bookcase. I was thinking about my second brother's Sanda competition. When my father wasn't paying attention, I quietly slipped away and ran to the martial arts club.
The Changsha Martial Arts Club is located in the Guandi Temple in Huangcang Bay. When I squeezed into the arena, the junior group competition had already ended and the adult group Taijiquan competition was currently underway. I quickly glanced around the arena and found that my second brother was sitting on the left side of the referee's seat, watching the game attentively.
I suddenly realized that Second Brother's delicate face was like a goddess, and his unblinking expression was especially like a goddess trimming a bonsai. I squeezed through the gap in the human wall and sat down beside Second Brother. I patted Second Brother's shoulder and asked softly,"How is it? Are you in the top three?"
When Shunde saw me, he shifted his butt to the right and said,"What took you so long? Where's Daddy?"
The private Miaogaofeng Middle School that his second brother studied at had moved to Lantian Town in Anhua in the middle of last month. After he participated in the mixed martial arts competition, he would follow the last batch of teachers and students to Lantian.
Before the start of the match, the emcee shouted a few times, Is Mr. Yao Runsheng here? Mr. Yao Runsheng, please take a seat in the VIP area. Second Brother never saw Dad and me.
The reason his father could enjoy such treatment was because he was the main sponsor of the martial arts club. Although the Yao family was not considered a martial arts family in the provincial capital, they were martial arts enthusiasts for several generations. They believed that their ancestors were martial artists and were descendants of Yao Shizhong, the general of the State of Chu during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period. All males had to practice martial arts.
"Dad is mobilizing his coquettish girls to go to the countryside. I took the opportunity to sneak away.”
"This is an exhibition match.”Second Brother said absent-mindedly as he watched Tai Chi Pushing Hands get lost in his thoughts.
I am very concerned about Second Brother's results. In my mind, even if Second Brother doesn't win the championship, he should be able to win the third or second place. If Second Brother can enter the top three, then my own martial arts is not far from the top four. Second Brother's answer disappointed me.
The people of China had a special liking for martial arts. They regarded Chinese martial arts as the quintessence of the country and respected it as a national art. In 1927, the Nanjing government established the Central Martial Arts Academy, and the martial arts academies in various provinces and cities were also established. Hunan also established the Hunan Martial Arts Training Institute, with the local tyrant of Hunan, He Jian, as the director.
When Jiang took over, he "cut off the barbarians"-in order to weaken the local forces, support the army, and do their own things, He Jian was sent to Nanjing and entrusted with a false position. He Jian left Hunan Martial Arts Training Center and lost his backer. The newly appointed provincial head Zhang Zhizhong had no time to take care of this matter. The martial arts training center was in a state of decline.
The Changsha Martial Arts Club, which organized today's competition, was a non-governmental organization formed by martial arts enthusiasts. On the eve of the Japanese invasion, they organized this friendly martial arts competition to arouse the martial arts spirit and anti-Japanese enthusiasm of the Hunan people. Dad was one of the nine sponsors of this competition.
The martial arts competition was proceeding in an orderly manner when the air raid siren was suddenly heard. The organizing committee immediately suspended the competition and the audience fled in all directions. Second brother had to clean up the venue because the organizing committee had arranged for him in advance, so he held my hand and hid in the bomb shelter.
After the air raid alarm was lifted, my second brother and I ran out of the club's bomb shelter. We cleaned up the venue with the coach and classmates. Just as we reached Wuduizi, we heard that Xiangchun Street had been bombed. We desperately ran to the scene to check.
We had just arrived at Xiangchun Street when we were stunned by the scene in front of us. Thick black smoke was rising from the roof of the brick fire wall. Firefighters and neighbors were putting out the fire.
We threw ourselves into the crowd to put out the fire. After the fire was suppressed, my second brother and I rushed into the fifth hall. The roof of the room on the left had a large hole in it, and the wall of the room had been blown apart. The familiar square table bomb shelter in the room had been blown to the ground, and the bodies of Jiaojiao and her father lay in a pool of blood.
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