Battalion Commander Zhang Maocai
11 childhood memories

February of 1933 began. Today was leisure time again. There was no leisure time at Xifeng Pass of the Great Wall. After Zhang Maocai finished training his brothers, the snow on the grass had slightly receded. He looked up at the blue sky and quietly recalled the distant scene. It was a scene from his childhood.

His body was leaning against the wall of the Great Wall. He was born in the northeast of China, in a town that was mixed with Koreans before the Japanese soldiers looted it. In that era, a town like ours could also live with some ethnic minorities.

At that time, the sky was always blue, and Han people wore long-sleeved clothes with a stand-up collar regardless of spring, summer, autumn, or winter. Qipao had not been invented yet. His father was also a man who looked much younger than his actual age and looked very much like Zhang Maocai. He had two wives. The first was a North Korean woman, and the second was a Chinese woman who was not officially his wife.

The North Korean woman died after Zhang Maocai was born. If she was still alive, you would call her 'mother' instead of 'mother' or something like that.

Before you, she left behind an older brother who looked more like her. However, he didn't live long and died when he was six years old.

When she was pregnant with Zhang Maocai's brother, the doctor had checked the pulse of the North Korean woman and said that her physique was not very good. She had to be careful during pregnancy and that there was a high possibility that something would happen.

At that time, in order to ensure the continuation of the family, his father brought in a Chinese woman who would have done illegal work to survive. At that time, such a way of giving birth was too common in this corner of the social world. You even prevented this woman from falling…The North Korean wife's heart began to feel uncomfortable in silence. The Chinese woman promised her father that she would give birth to a good son, but she first brought her father two twin daughters. On the night when she was about to give birth to another child, she died together with the North Korean woman who was also about to give birth.

The baby boy who was carried out by the midwife in the afternoon had not come out of the delivery room of the Chinese woman nor the North Korean woman. The midwife only said that she did not know how he got into her hands. On the night when the First Mistress was about to die, she had seen her ghost in white leaning on the edge of the Second Mistress's bed with her disheveled hair. She seemed to be unhappy. She had clearly heard the Second Mistress say,"[…How thick-skinned.]

When Lady Wang died, there was blood in her lower abdomen, but her stomach was empty. Even the Second Mistress was the same. At that time, the midwife only felt that there was something strange about the baby boy. The boy's voice told her, Take it. He has the blood of this family.] The midwife said that she had received him in a daze. At that time, when he looked carefully, he saw that in the thick black shadow under the eaves, the faint sunlight shone on the eldest son of the family who died young in the early years of the first wife's previous life. His name was Zhang Hejun, and the name of the Chinese dynasty had never been thought of. The midwife immediately felt as if her heart had been stabilized by something, and she did not throw the child out of fear. Jang Hwa Joon said,"His North Korean name is Jang Seung Joon, according to his mother's wish."]

He is the child of a Chinese woman and her mother, and also her father's.]

After the baby boy went through a blood test, it was the same for the two women. Strangely, he found out that the blood of both women could fuse with his blood, but the North Korean woman had more blood. His father, on the other hand, thought that it did not matter who he was born with. What was important was that he was really his.

When he was young, Zhang Maocai was a boy who would hang his head by the dark stairs or corners of the wall. His short black hair was small and soft, and he wore long sleeves. He always gave off a sweet smile and a clear and bright smile. When he just learned how to walk, his small body was soft and soft, and there was a silver ring around his neck. Moreover, when she was hugged by some people, she didn't look out of place at all. Instead, she laughed even louder, her voice as clear as a spring.

At that time, he was often dragged to the small bench in the courtyard by his father to feed him. Zhang Maocai's soft mouth would often drool. Sometimes, when he didn't want to eat, he would wipe his mouth with his small hand and run around the courtyard. His father chased after him and scolded him. The two of them ran in circles.

Sometimes, he would visit his grandfather's house in the North Korean area, and he would also learn from some girls who danced the North Korean dance. He would wear a long, bulging dress and hang upside down on a pole to undergo extremely harsh hellish training. For more details, see Huang Zhenyi. The result of this behavior was that he might often be hung like this and could not come down. His entire head was sweating, and his body was shaking violently, saying things like how hard it was. Just like that, his father walked up to him indifferently and untied his feet like a chicken leg hanging upside down, letting him down.

On a moonlit night, flowers and leaves would rustle and fall from the trees. In the Korean village, the people of the maternal grandfather's family would take them to play on the swings and seesaws, or their father would carry them on horseback and gallop on the vast grassland. However, this damn boy would climb up and down, jump up and down, and so on, and cover your eyes with his tender hands to play pranks.

The relationship between his father and his grandfather's family was not bad. On the contrary, it was very good. Even if there was the matter of bringing a woman into the Chinese Empire. One reason was that the status of women at that time was like that. Another reason was that after the death of the North Korean woman, Jang Moo Chae's North Korean name was really Jang Seung Joon. At the same time, the North Korean woman's corpse and the Chinese woman's corpse were called together by some monks to perform a ritual. After they were cleansed, they were already in the place where they should be and did not have to think about anything in the human world. Their graves were often cleaned up by the husbands of the family's descendants. Some flowers were planted and some tributes were placed.

But one day, something unexpected happened.

The reason was that Zhang Maocai, who was three or four years old, had cut up a banknote at home with a pair of scissors. When he heard his father's roar when he came back, he was so scared that he hid in the chicken pen that was a few alleys away from his home. From the voices of his sisters, he learned that he had cut up the family's meal ticket for more than a month. Now, he could imagine what kind of punishment he would receive.

As night approached, the chicken coop became colder and colder, and something cold and damp invaded the bone marrow behind him.

When she regained consciousness, she felt her forehead heating up as she lay on the hard bed. When he woke up, he was hugged by a pair of arms. His father put a bronze longevity lock on his neck. It was said that this was a secret of the family for many years. In the end, it would slowly become one with the person wearing it, and it would emerge or disappear somewhere.

There were some strange words carved on the longevity lock, but they were hidden and disappeared.

What was going on?

His father's expression was solemn, but he still held his hand and walked on the roads that he often took every day.

The sun was shining brightly, and the golden straw and wheat waves in the fields swayed in the wind, creating layers of wave-like ripples.

A calm Japanese child with a head of soft black hair entered Zhang Maocai's eyes.

This child had black eyes and an extremely beautiful and exquisite face. Even his long and raised eyeliner had a soft, red pink color.

Surprisingly, some saliva was dripping from the corner of his lips, and it was dripping down the slightly tattered corner of his kimono.

The child was an extremely beautiful and rare treasure.

He was an orphan from Japan, and his surname was Hirai. At that time, Zhang Maocai did not know.

Zhang Maocai pulled his father's hand with surprise, telling him to pay attention and speak in a direction.

[Daddy…]

[？？] His father turned his head coldly, looking confused.

[I saw something good.]

[What is it?]

[He is a very beautiful child…I am so happy to see him.]

[That's a good thing.] His father was still uninterested in many things.

[I really want to see him again.]

Thus, the father and son walked under the sun as usual. This was the purest happiness in the heart of this child in the northeast during the old era of the Republic of China.

Now, Zhang Maocai, the commander of the 29th division's broadsword team, opened his eyes again.

The world around him was the Xifeng Pass, which was filled with smoke. It was already the end of winter and the beginning of spring was coming.

——Fin——

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