Chapter 5 Wuyinren's fighting spirit

The black cloud that was low on the horizon quickly spread from Nogakayama to Wushe.The strong wind that blew the direction of the wind brought the smell of rain, and the long grass on the field was blown like waves caused by a typhoon.On the narrow mountain road of Noh Takayama, a group of young people including Bihe Shabo from the Hege Society carried heavy cypress trees in twos and resisted the steep mountain path. hurry up!It's going to rain!Bihe Sapo, who has a strong physique and broad shoulders, looked up at the dark gray sky and had a premonition that there would be a downpour in front of him, so he couldn't help urging his companions to speed up the pace of going down the mountain.However, facing the slope with soft soil, even walking with bare hands may not be easy. Now coupled with the heavy wood, if you are not careful, your body's center of gravity will easily lose control.

Wow, sure enough, someone let go of the tug-of-war with the god of death, and a figure fell down like a felled tree.A young man who looked less than twenty years old, because he was distracted looking at the sky, did not pay attention to the road conditions under his feet, stepped on the ground, and fell to the mountain wall with his whole body and wood. Everyone in Dimi yelled the young man's name, a life wandering at the intersection of life and death! Fortunately, the young man named Dimi grabbed the haystack on the slope at the critical moment and did not roll down into the valley along with the cypress.Escaping the first call of death, Dimi's feet desperately tried to find a point of strength on the slope, but the soft soil on the slope made him step on the air repeatedly. What's more critical was that his struggle was seen by the clenched haystack. It will break anytime.

quick!grab my hand!Beho Wallis, the oldest among all the people, saw that the situation was critical, so he stood on the slope to help Dimi. As close to Dimi as a human nail nailed to the slope. After everyone's joint rescue, Dimi finally held Bihe's hand and was dragged back to the cliff in embarrassment.After finally recovering his own life, Dimi, who was still in shock, sat paralyzed on the ground, his limbs were empty without any remaining strength. Be careful, it is not worth losing your life to help the Japanese move logs!Cousins ​​Bihe Sapo and Beho Wallis came over and patted Dimi on the face, trying to comfort Dimi, and Dimi just kept thanking him.

In the spring of 1930, twenty-four years had passed since the Seediq people in Wushe accepted the surrender ceremony of the Japanese.During this long period of time, which is long enough for a baby to grow up, the way of life of the Sediq people has undergone unimaginable changes due to the intervention of the Japanese. The flat industrial road meanders from Puli all the way to the dense woods in the mountains.For the Japanese, this road is not only an extension of civilization, but also a conveyor belt, allowing the Japanese to continuously instill the so-called advanced way of life into the heart of the mountains.

The painstaking efforts of the Japanese made the bustling streets incongruously stand on the plain body of Wushe, while the fallen towering trees in the forest became chips. The feedback that Sediq people deserve after bringing a civilized life, but they never thought about whether this civilization is what Sediq people need? Educational centers, medical centers, grocery stores, post offices, hotels, and the entire Wushe area have been civilized by us. It’s really not easy. It’s hard to imagine that this place was once the darkest heart of the island.Under heavy dark clouds, Aiyu Sazuka, Director of the Police Department of the Wushe Sub-Office, and Hirodo Changjiang Chuan from the Police Department of Nogo County (now Puli) walked on the busy streets of Wushe, and Sazuka was showing off to the newly appointed Jiang Chuan own achievements.

Compared with other Tibetan areas, Wushe, a tribe with modern facilities such as schools, hospitals, and post offices, can be regarded as a model for the work of Fufan in Taiwan.With rammed and level roads, well-organized shops, cypress, cedar and camphor continuously mined from the mountains, this tribe, which operates in perfect order according to the Japanese, represents countless economic benefits, and even more politically model of propaganda. Sazuka's high-spirited tone made his straight police uniform look even more majestic.In contrast, Jiang Chuan beside him seemed plain and low-key. As Sazuka's chief, he even felt inappropriate for Sazuka's way of walking with his chin raised all the time.

On the way the two of them were walking, a group of Han porters under the command of the Japanese police carried loads of agricultural products from the mountainous area past Jiangchuan Bodao.And farther behind the group of porters, a dozen or so Sediqs carrying juniper logs seemed to be staggering because of the heavy wood on their shoulders. They bumped and walked towards the timber assembly station at the end of the street. go. The low air pressure before the heavy rain brought Jiangchuan a sense of difficulty breathing. He didn't feel happy because of the prosperity on the city street, on the contrary, his reserved eyes saw some hidden haze.What he cared most about were the sad expressions on the faces of those Sediq people who carried logs. The melancholy shown by those people was the main reason why Jiang Chuan felt depressed.

How far is the lumber mill on Mount Neng from Wushe?In front of a grocery store selling all kinds of daily necessities, Jiang Chuan stopped and asked Sazuka who was walking behind him on the right. About ten kilometers.Sazuka, who was wearing a black police hard hat, tilted his head and thought for a while before answering. so far away?Hearing Sazuka's answer, Jiang Chuan was very surprised. Wouldn't it take a whole day for these Tibetans to carry logs and walk here from the timber yard? It doesn't matter, a look of indifference appeared on Sazuka's national character face, these barbarians are strong and strong, besides, as long as you give them a few dollars to buy wine and drink, they will be very happy, haha, come on, here while walking.

Jiang Chuan felt disgusted by Sazuka's dry laughter. Although he didn't say the disgust directly, he still gave Sazuka a disapproving look.As soon as he took office, he found that the mountain police had a rather contemptuous attitude towards the Sediq people. This situation made Jiang Chuan Bodao, who had always believed that dealing with the affairs of the Tibetans, both kind and powerful, feel a little uneasy. Accompanied by Sazuka, Jiang Chuan inspected Wushe's footsteps and continued to walk towards various public facilities in the club.At the same time, three young Seediq youths, Awei, Sabo, and Wadan, were shirtless, sitting around a wooden table in a grocery store and chatting.

Ugh, it hurts!Awei, who was sitting on the long bench, kept turning his neck. The thick eyebrows on his face were connected into a straight line because of the pain, and the bruises on both shoulders were blue and purple, which looked like the failure of a third-rate painter. paintings. Oh, everyone is the same!Sabo, who had sunken cheeks and seemed to be much thinner than Awei, put down the wine bowl in his hand, and let out a voice of resentment helplessly.Take a closer look, Sabo and Wadan also have many red and swollen scars on their bodies, and the injured parts are concentrated on the shoulders like Awei.

Here's the ointment, I'll give you some medicine.During the conversation between the three Seediqs, Wu Jindun, the Han owner of the grocery store, held a small wooden box full of ointment in his right hand and a bowl of wine in his left hand, speaking to several young people in fluent Japanese. Oh boss, don't take any more booze, we don't have any money.Looking at the wine that the boss put on the table, although Ah Wei salivated, he could only turn around and decline Wu Jindun in Japanese.After 30 years of Japanese rule, the younger generation of Sediq who were forced to learn Japanese from an early age can more or less communicate with Han Chinese in Japanese. It's okay, friend, I'll take this bowl.Wu Jindun, who was in his forties and dark skin, showed a friendly smile. Standing behind Awei, he opened the wooden box carefully, then scraped out some black ointment with his fingers and applied it on Awei's shoulder, and spread the ointment back and forth evenly. Take it easy!The air was filled with the strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and Ah Wei couldn't stand the strength of the boss's hand, so he cried out in pain. Bear with it, you have to rub the medicine to get in!Wu Jintun looked sympathetic, but his fingers were still pushing and holding Awei's bruise. Alas, I carry this kind of unpaid wood every day. Now I am so poor that even my hounds look down on me.After gradually getting used to the boss's strength, Awei narrowed his eyes and complained to Sabo and Wadan in his mother tongue. That’s right, in the future the wild boar mother will tell the wild boar child that there used to be a hunter who was so powerful that he could hunt prey even after drinking alcohol. Mona Rudo’s son-in-law Sabo leaned against the wall and teased himself: It wasn't scary anymore, because his shoulder was so badly injured that he couldn't even hold a gun steadily. It doesn't matter, boars are not afraid of trees!Wa Dan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke. His voice was the hoarseest among the three, so hoarse that it reminded one of a wind with gravel. Although they were old enough to see our ancestors when they were young, They are still afraid of us, moreover, Wadan raises his thick arms while speaking, and cuts trees in front of him, those trees will become more and more afraid!There was a sense of helplessness in Watan's expression. Hahaha, well said!Wadan's performance made Awei and Sabo laugh out loud, and even the boss's massage stopped temporarily because of Awei's body shaking constantly. Strange, how can there be so many projects to do?Seeing the three Seediq people in front of them pick up their wine bowls and toast generously, the boss Wu Jindun suddenly said this sentence in standard Seediq language. Hey!You are an expert in wine, but you speak very standard in Fanhua!Wadan gave a thumbs up approvingly while swallowing the spicy spirit, which made the three Sediqs burst into laughter again. Facing the praise from the Seediq people, Wu Jindun scratched his head in embarrassment and said: After opening a shop and doing business in Wushe for so long, it is normal to be able to speak your words.While talking, he also laughed along with Awei and others. The laughter in the grocery store continued for a while without stopping, until a young voice speaking Japanese intervened in their joy from outside the door. Hey, it's going to rain, why don't you go back and drink here?The man's tone was between questioning and ordering, which brought the laughter in the room to an abrupt end.They blinked and saw clearly the owner of the voice from the backlight. It was Hanaoka Jiro, about eighteen or nine years old, with a strong figure and wearing a black police uniform. Oh hi, my lord!As Jiro Hanaoka walked into the store, the faces of the three Seediqs immediately darkened.Even in Sabo's greeting, the title of the adult was particularly emphasized, which sounded full of sarcasm. Sabo's tone made Jiro Hanaoka's round face look embarrassed.The brass buttons on his uniform are shiny and neatly buckled from the hem to the neck, which is no different from the average Japanese policeman, but the appearance on his face is the same as that of Awei and others, it is Seediq The unique deep outline of the family. Oh hi!Wu Jindun heard the strangeness in the air, and hurriedly greeted Hanaoka Jiro in a friendly manner. Erlang nodded slightly to the boss, and then said awkwardly to Sabo and the others: You have worked hard all day to carry the wood to earn such a little money, and you still buy wine? What else can you do with that money besides buy booze? That's right, anyway, we Tibetans just don't know how to save money! Sabo and Awei, one behind the other, retorted to Erlang without looking directly at him.The tone of the two of them was full of contempt, and every ear could feel the piercing sharpness. That's right, you are Japanese, sir, you don't understand the pain of us Tibetans, unlike the boss∣∣Wadan, who is directly opposite to Erlang, stood up after Awei's words, and he stared fiercely at Hanaoka, rudely Handing the wine bowl to Wu Jindun, he said in Japanese that is not very fluent: Only the boss understands us, he is a beautiful snake!Wa Dan signaled Wu Jindun to drink the wine with his eyes, and his tone was full of hostility. Faced with the sarcasm from Wa Dan and others, he breathed heavily instead of Erlang to express his distress.Originally named Dakisnawi, he is the eldest son of Oybihe, a powerful member of the Dutch Song Society, and an out-and-out Sediq. Since Sakuma Satoshi took office as the fifth governor of Taiwan and promulgated the five-year plan to govern Tibet, the Japanese government has tried everything possible to completely change the lives of Sediq people starting from the structure of human relations.Under the strong operation of the policy, in addition to many Japanese police officers marrying aborigines for political purposes; there are also many sons and daughters of leaders or elders who are forced to bear Japanese names and sent to elementary schools where Japanese people study since childhood. Raised as a Japanese. The reason why the Japanese want to do this is to carry out ideological remolding from the next generation of the Seediq people. When these children grow up, they will naturally be the best pawns for Li Fan's work, and Jiro Hanaoka is a child who grew up under such circumstances. He speaks fluent Japanese, and his behavior is regulated by Japanese culture, but in his heart, he can never forget the fact that he is a Sediq. People like Erlang are a jigsaw puzzle forgotten by the two ethnic groups at the same time, unable to find their own position. They are like leaves scraped off by political conspiracy, drifting in the clear barrier between the Japanese and the Sediqs. On the boundary line, they can neither return to the big tree that gave birth to them, nor can they be recognized by the soil of Japanese society, and become orphans in terms of ethnic identity. Erlang has long been accustomed to the sarcasm of his tribe, but the painful feeling in his heart has never been a little weaker. The confrontation in the small grocery store affected the weather outside. The water vapor evaporated in the dark clouds finally shattered in the air, turning into big raindrops and falling. Following the strong convective air, the cold rain falls on the warm land, stimulating a smell that is simultaneously fresh and depressing.And that indescribable aura, just like the complex expression on Hanaoka Jiro's face, couldn't find appropriate adjectives to define whether it was anger, shame, or grievance. Oops, it's raining.Wa Dan, who was already a little drunk, looked at the rain outside the house first, then turned his head and said to Erlang: "My lord, let's go, don't get your glorious uniform wet!" Awei and Sabo laughed wildly again when they heard the words, the laughter was so loud that Wu Jindun felt a little unbearable.In Watan's complacent expression, Erlang lowered his head in shame and indignation, feeling his temples throbbing violently.The hustle and bustle in this room kept drumming and swelling in his eardrums, giving Hanaoka the illusion that his head was about to split open. He knew he couldn't bear it any longer, so he could only take himself away, turned around and ran outside the house where the wind and rain were blowing . You need to run, my lord, your Japanese fur is so precious! Before the sound of rain completely occupied Erlang's hearing, Wa Dan's last words stabbed Erlang's seriously injured self-esteem again.He ran in the heavy rain with a blank expression.Even though the rain was hitting his body as if it was washing something, he still felt that there was an indelible dirt in his soul, attached there. His original clean uniform was stained with the mud splashed from the ground. It was like some kind of imprinted mud spot, just like Hanaoka's fate. Dilute it slightly. This rain is really heavy. At the Boa Longshe Police Station, which is seven or eight kilometers away from Wushe, the heavy rain outside formed a raging waterfall on the protruding eaves.A policeman with a cigarette in his mouth put his foot on the table, let out a lazy voice, and looked boredly at the hazy scenery outside due to the heavy rain. Well, that's okay, when it rains heavily, those Tibetans will hide at home, so as not to cause trouble outside.Another horse-faced police officer sitting in the corner propped his chin with his hands, while unconsciously beating rhythms on the table with his fingers. At this moment, a figure holding an umbrella was running towards the police station from the direction of the assembly hall to the east.He stepped across the open space in front of the police station that was filled with rainwater like a small pond. He didn't care that the splashed water made his clothes muddy. He rushed into the heavy rain as if he was rushing to an important appointment. areas not covered. It was a tall, round-faced young police officer. On his almost completely soaked uniform, the four characters Hanaoka Ichiro were embroidered with gold thread. As soon as he ran under the eaves, he put away the umbrella first, put his hands on his half-squatted knees, and panted for air, apparently after running for a long distance. Hurry up!I'm going to give birth!Looking at Ichiro's distressed appearance, the policeman with a cigarette spit out a puff of white smoke from his mouth, and he spoke in a lazy voice, which felt a bit like he was talking to himself. The shortness of breath that was hurting his chest subsided slightly, and Ichiro completely ignored the squinting eyes of the two police officers in the room. He threw the umbrella to the corner of the wall without saying hello, and hurried across the hall to the dormitory at the back. Hmph, the horse-faced police officer watched Ichiro off, his mocking tone clearly showed his contempt for Ichiro, even if I was killed, I would not believe that two foreigners could give birth to a Japanese child! Concerned about his wife giving birth, the restless Ichiro ran down the long corridor to the living room of the dormitory with tatami mats.He took off his shoes indiscriminately, and his wet feet left clear footprints on the wooden boards, but the soon-to-be father didn't notice it at all. Ah, Dakis, quick, quick! Why go on patrol when the wife is about to have a baby?A group of police family members in the living room turned their heads to look at Ichiro who opened the door at the same time, and at the same time urged Ichiro's footsteps in Sediq.They were all dressed in kimonos, but they were all Sediq women.They are all the objects of the Japanese who were deliberately married by the Japanese. The noise like a bird's nest made Ichiro's already tense emotions even more tense, and the groans from the next room made him overwhelmed, and the groans were so painful that even the sound of heavy rain hitting the roof outside could not cover it. Ichiro hurried to the front of the room, and opened the door suddenly without knocking, without the door blocking, Hanako's moaning instantly became clearer and terrifying. How are you, Hanako?Ichiro yelled.He wanted to rush to visit his wife, but was blocked by a fat middle-aged woman. She stretched out her hands to grab Hanaoka's shoulders, turned his body to the door, pushed him out, and said: Dakis, you get out, this is a woman's job! Ichiro worriedly watched his pregnant wife lying on the bed, but her body was involuntarily pushed out of the door. He saw the expression on her face distorted by the severe labor pain, and saw her suffering so much that even her long hair pulled back Wet with sweat, Ichiro, eager to protect his wife, couldn't help but push back the obese woman who was in the way. Hanako!Ichiro called his wife by name again. Don't worry, the first child is like this, you can't help if you get in the way! The obese woman who was pushed by Ichiro and nearly fell over pushed Ichiro out of the room angrily. Ichiro returned to the corridor reluctantly, and the thick door was immediately closed. Feeling sorry for his wife's suffering, Ichiro took off the police rubber cap from his head with regret, revealing his short, squashed hair.Seeing his bewildered look, the women sitting in the living room offered words of comfort one after another.Just listening to Hanako's wailing, no matter how calm Ichiro pretended to be, his heart still seemed to be pulled by a hook. Every time Hanako screamed, the hook caused pain. Ichiro, who was so nervous that his palms were all sweaty, didn't want to talk more, so he went to the entrance alone and lit a cigarette.He greedily inhaled the thick white mist, and let the white mist bring out a sense of depression from his lungs, floating in front of the awards with his name written on the wall. Gradually, the nicotine seemed to have an effect, and Ichiro's hands were slightly reduced. Amplitude of trembling∣∣ Ichiro's real name is Takisino Bin, and like Hanaoka Jiro, he is a member of the Seediq tribe from the Hege Club.Although their names are similar, Ichiro and Erlang are not blood brothers. Because they are only one year apart in age and both attend Puli Primary School, they were arranged to marry Jinlan by the mountain police. Hanaoka Ichiro, who is introverted and conservative, and Hanaoka Jiro, who is more cheerful, are actually completely different types of people.Ichiro comes from an ordinary family in the Dutch Song Society, unlike Erlang who came from a powerful family, but even though he came from an ordinary family, he still relies on his outstanding talent to break the Japanese rule that only the children of Sediq leaders or elders enter Japanese elementary schools. In the process of studying, both Ichiro and Erlang performed very well in their studies, especially Ichiro. Not only did he win numerous awards in the exams, but he also obtained an excellent average score of 9 when he graduated from Puli Higher Primary School. After graduating from elementary school, Ichiro continued his studies and entered Taichung Normal School, while Hanaoka Jiro returned to his hometown to work as a policeman (worker at the police station). When Ichiro successfully graduated from the normal school, he thought he could return to his hometown to be a teacher, but unexpectedly, the government only arranged for Ichiro to work as a second-class inspector at the Po Along Police Station on the grounds that there were no vacancies. He must become a mountain policeman who is cast aside by his tribe, and must bear the feeling of being discriminated against by the Japanese. Although Ichiro has the highest academic qualifications in the police station, his salary is only half of that of ordinary Japanese police officers, and whenever he is on duty to perform police work, he has to stand against his tribe against his conscience, and even Forced to beat the tribe! In the eyes of the Seediq people, Ichiro became a running dog of the Japanese police, while in the eyes of the Japanese, Ichiro was just a Japanese-speaking Japanese who was not respected at all. Such double suffering made Ichiro's gloomy personality , became more reticent. Ichiro has hatred in his heart, that helpless resentment is because he knows that people like himself and Erlang are pawns in the policy of Li Fan.He and Erlang had been trained to be proud of being civilized people since childhood, and that training had rooted deeply into the deep soil of consciousness.He couldn't agree that his father and brother lived a life of farming and hunting in a way that the Japanese considered barbaric, but he couldn't change his face of a Sediq either! Being pulled by two contradictory values, people's fragile hearts will inevitably be deformed. When they go in that direction, they will not be recognized. This group of marginalized people can only choose to escape and find redemption among companions who have experienced the same experience. This kind of invisible shackles in thought makes Ichiro and Erlang have no choice but to choose Kawano Hanako (formerly known as Eping Nawei) and Takayama Hatsune (formerly known as Omin Tadao) who have both received Japanese education. As a community of destiny, but is this kind of salvation permanent or temporary? Two Sediq people with pure blood but who have been raped by foreign civilizations are combined with each other. Will the conflict entangled in the liver and intestines still be passed on to the blood they created? What about the new life? The rain clouds outside the window were as dark as ink, and the terrifying lightning seemed to split the sky.The unsettling thunder sounds like a kind of threat, telling sentient beings to see clearly their own weakness and helplessness.Ichiro, who was leaning against the window, was already exhausted by his complicated fate, but he didn't know who to turn to to complain! His heart was like his personality, he did not dare to have too much hope for the future, that kind of cowardice did not feel a new strength in his back supporting him to stand up until a loud cry came from the room. Even though there are countless melancholy in Ichiro's deep eyes, when the newborn cries hard to learn to survive, there is still a hopeful smile on his face, and that smile is just like his son's cry Howl as intense! The tree fell! After a period of venting, the originally violent rain gradually turned into a faint sob.Standing in the drizzle that didn't wet his clothes, Mona's eldest son Dada Omona held up the ax in his hand, and greeted the sky in front of him after the tree fell with admiring eyes. The originally towering red cypress now lies quietly on the ground, no longer enjoying the privilege of overlooking the world from a height.Dada Omona bent down and gently stroked the rough bark of the red cypress, as if conveying the silent apology in his heart. A faint burst of sunlight broke through the blockade of the clouds, and the soft light pierced the cumulus clouds like a sword, forming beams of light on the cloud's sores. Dada Omona, who will be 30 years old this year, has the same tall body as his father, and the fierce and refined appearance on his face is exactly the same as that of Mona. He raised his face tied with a white turban, and saw a streak emerging from the misty sky. The clear rainbow and the dazzling colors of the arch bridge made the corners of Dadao's mouth rise. The rainbow has always been the proof of the existence of the ancestors in the hearts of Sediq people. Aha Dadaou, who was originally sentimental because of the falling tree, was inspired by the rainbow, and suddenly let out a clear whistle, causing the people around him to focus their attention on him. Listen up, people!Watch it, people!Our daring warriors came out of the grass, under the dry pine, the melee flew like pine leaves, and now they have returned with their heads∣∣ Dadao's rough singing voice spread far to every corner of the forest.His companions could not help but join in the chorus when they heard this war song, which can only be sung after a warrior has successfully emerged. In the clumsy melody, Dadao took off his ramie coat, leaving only a loincloth on his body.He showed his strong and firm chest muscles, held up the ax in his hand, and chopped the ax blade into the trunk of another big tree behind him, as a kind of painful protest. After the Japanese came, the Sediqs could no longer produce grass, the boys lost their credentials to become men, and the guns, which were regarded as the most important property, were all confiscated. Without battlefields and weapons, men can only hunt with bows and spears like their ancestors. However, due to the continuous cutting of forests, wild boars and wild Qiangs are becoming increasingly rare.When the hunting results of the Sediq people are shrinking like autumn day, the Sediq people lose the mountain products they rely on in exchange for living materials, and they can only helplessly watch their lives continue to sink into embarrassment. Not only did the Japanese not make the Sediq people live better, they even completely denied the Sediq people's traditions. They did not respect the Sediq people's customs, looked down on the Sediq people's gods, and completely regarded them as second-class Citizens, so men are often beaten by the police just because they have long hair, children have to go to school and hinder the farming work that should be learned, and women are the victims of the policy of Lifan. Many beautiful Seediq girls were arranged by the government to marry Japanese mountain policemen, but most of them languished in unhappy marriages.Japanese husbands do not treat their Sediq wives as human beings at all, and a marriage that lacks respect simply cannot survive. What's even worse is that most of the policemen sent by the Japanese to the mountainous areas are bad-behaviors who have made mistakes. Those mountain policemen with low morals rely on public power to domineering and rape innocent girls at will, making the simple Seediq tribe The problem of having children out of wedlock appeared, and the situation was so serious that the Sediq people couldn't bear it! Losing the right to live freely, the Sediq people are weakened by the increasingly heavy labor. From building garrisons, repairing roads to building various public facilities, the mountain police can always use various names to exploit them for labor and money. Therefore, the warrior family, known for their bravery since ancient times, can only use their admirable combat power to ram the earth, cut trees, and move wood. The heroic combat deeds of their ancestors seem to be getting farther and farther away from these Seediq descendants. If you can't make grass, you can't become Sediq.Ba Lai, how do we face the ancestral spirit standing at the other end of the rainbow bridge!Dadao shouted out the heaviest dissatisfaction in his heart. Everyone should be able to decide their own beliefs and lifestyles, but now God seems to have abandoned the pious and respectful Sediq nation. Can GAYA hear the resentment of the Sediq people? Sitting under the eaves in front of his house, Mona Rudo also saw the rainbow in the sky.The harpsichord in his hand caused the air to tremble, turning into a sad song, as if confessing to the dead Ludoby. After all that time, Mona still couldn't forgive himself for allowing the Japanese to occupy their tribe, and the wine of sorrow entered Mona's sad bosom, lighting a raging fire in his empty stomach. He is forty-eight years old this year. Although the muscles of his whole body still maintain amazing elasticity, although he can still easily shoot a wild boar with a bow and arrow, the ground he is stepping on is not his own, even if Mo Na's footsteps What does it mean to be fast? The Mona in front of him is like a hero whose whole body is tied up with ropes. Even if he is powerful, he is useless. He can only use alcohol to suppress the arrogance hidden in his blood. He has endured for more than 20 years! After the rain, the eaves were covered with crystal water droplets, and several hounds that were dozing beside Mo Na were awakened by the sound of approaching footsteps, and they issued a low warning sound to remind Mo Na that someone was coming. Under the threat of hounds, a twelve or thirteen-year-old Seediq boy stopped in front of a house not far away.On his respectful face, his round eyes were staring at Mo Na who was sitting on the stone pile. Bhavannawi, come here!Mo Na raised his chin, squinted his eyes to look at the boyish face, and raised his hand to summon him to come to him. When the boy named Bawan heard the order, joy appeared on his face, and he ran towards Mona stepping on the wet soil after the rain. ringleader.Bhawan, whose voice is in transition to a voice reminiscent of a duck, puts his hands behind his back and waits for Mona to speak. Mona glanced at Bhawan, lowered his head and stuffed the crumpled tobacco into the pipe.He lit the match, and after he breathed out a puff of smoke comfortably, he slowly asked the boy: "Bawan, why didn't you go to school today?" I∣∣I∣∣Mona's question makes the boy look awkward, I'm sick!Bhavan replied with a guilty conscience. Get ill?How can you be sick?Mo Na's voice suddenly increased a little, and at the same time he found some bloodstains crawling on the boy's left cheek. come here.Mona frowned and asked Bhavan to come closer. He grabbed Bhawan's face with his big and rough hands, inspected the scars and asked: Did the teacher beat you? Well, Bawan hesitated for a while, and finally stated his grievances. I ran and beat a Japanese kid, but the kid cried. When the teacher saw it, he said that I bullied him and beat me. beat! Seeing Bawan's resentful face, Mona took a puff of the cigarette, making the tobacco in the pipe burn like it was jumping. He leaned over and poured a glass of wine from the jug on the ground beside him, and handed it to the young man . boss?Mona's behavior surprised Bhawan, because the young Bhawan had never drunk alcohol. drink it!With Mona's permission, Bhavan happily squatted down and drank all the wine under the watchful eye of the leader. snort!Seeing Bawanhou's anxious look, Mo Na couldn't help smiling. can i have another glass Mona handed the jug to Bhawan, who excitedly scooped up another glass himself. Boss, watch me run first on the day of the sports meeting, and let that Japanese kid cry to see me on stage to receive the award!Bhavan finished his wine again, he grinned and patted his chest, his spirit high. Boss, I, I hate Japanese!Bhawan exhaled the pungent smell of alcohol, and spoke hesitatingly, as if mustering up a lot of courage.After listening to Bawan's words, Mona's face suddenly became dark. Taking advantage of Mo Na's silence, the boy reached out to scoop up the wine again, but this time his movement was stopped by Mo Na.Bawan looked at Mona in puzzlement, and saw a strange light flowing in Mona's eyes. Although the light was calm, one could feel that there was something burning inside. Mona's eyes were so hot that Bawan didn't dare to meet his eyes. Bawan could only look down the wide scarf on Mona's body until he found a huge centipede on Mona's thigh. General scars. Boss, my grandpa said you were a hero when you were young!Contrasted with his own smooth and flawless skin, Bhavan looked a little shy. Hahaha, your grandpa said I was a hero when I was young?Hahaha!Mona laughed out loud almost uncontrollably.Then I'm still a hero, does he know? The intense laugh made Mo Na's eyes moist. No one knew whether his high-pitched tone was a demonstration or a mockery of himself. Mo Nawei stood up majestically, patted Bawan's shoulder with his right hand, bent down to pick up the jug on the ground, drank the remaining wine in the jug with his mouth, turned around and was about to go into the house. Boss Mo Na, will you take me with you the next time you go hunting?Seeing that Mo Na was about to leave, the boy seized the last chance to speak out his plea. Mona's footsteps stopped in the thin rain, and he turned his head and asked sternly: "Bawan, every man has his own hunting ground, but where is your hunting ground?" Bawan opened his mouth wide and wanted to answer, but the answer in his heart was like a misty butterfly, which could not be caught by anything. In a moment of desperation, a dizzy dizziness burst out from the back of his head, and rushed fiercely to the limbs of his body. diffusion. Bhawan, are you okay?Seeing that Bawan's expression was strange, Mona asked. At this time, Bhawan could no longer stand and supported the wall of the house!He kept shaking his head, looking a little embarrassed. It's okay, Boss, I'm just a little drunk! Bhavan, who was staggering, wanted to walk in the direction of his home step by step, but he couldn't resist the offensive of alcohol. Mona looked at him without sympathy, like a parent bird watching a chick struggling to learn to fly.This world is by no means as friendly, considerate and kind as we imagined. On the contrary, if people without strength try to stand up from the test, then the ruthlessness of reality will one day be like a hovering vulture, waiting to be eaten The parts of us that are dead with weakness. 眼前的昏眩，對於巴萬來說是一種痛苦，但卻不至於造成太大的傷害，隱藏著巨大威力的酒，已讓他對於成人的世界感到敬畏。巴萬試圖用意志力克服那種敬畏，但就在天空中彩虹消失的同時，他的意志力也跟著殞滅得無影無蹤。在莫那的注視下，少年緩緩倒在泥濘的土地上，失去所有知覺。 你們這是怎麼搬的？叫你們木頭不可以在地上用拖的聽不懂嗎？一根木頭弄成這樣要怎麼用啊？ 用賽德克語咆哮著的男人，是眼睛細小、嘴巴突起、動不動就喜歡找原住民麻煩的馬赫坡製材場巡查∣∣吉村克己，他是為了興建霧社小學宿舍而特地被派來馬赫坡進行監督的巡察，據說擁有許多伐木選材的經驗。在他面前，一群渾身因為長途在大雨中搬運木頭而沾滿髒污的賽德克人，安靜地站在製材場棚架下，瞪視著這個衣著清潔的日本人。 男人們又餓又累，心中的憤怒像是生長在陰暗處的苔蘚，不敢直接暴露在吉村的目光之下，但是每個人的拳頭倒是很有默契地都緊握起來。 就皮壞掉而已嘛，裡面都還是好的啊，我們從以前就是這樣搬木頭的啊。站得最靠近吉村的比荷沙波赤裸著上身，用腳踢了一下眼前佈滿磨痕的木材。 你還敢說？要講幾次你們這群笨蛋才會聽得懂！吉村發瘋似的舉起腳就往比荷的大腿上踹去，木頭磨成這樣，怎麼賣到好價錢啊？沒腦袋的東西，叫你們是生蕃都還太抬舉你們了！ 比荷在吉村的攻擊之下踉蹌地倒退兩步，極力用強壯的雙腳支撐著自己不倒下，賽德克人絕不輕易在敵人面前倒下。 他大而圓的眼神就像受到攻擊的野狼一樣露出獠牙，只等腳步一站穩了就要衝向前去。所幸比荷瓦力斯眼明手快，在比荷沙波失去控制前就一把抱住他的身體，針對吉村而去的拳頭也硬生生被制止了下來。 儘管腳步受阻，但比荷沙波的嘴巴卻沒有忘記要反擊。You bastard!下雨路那麼滑，剛剛迪米在回來的時候還差點摔死，你知不知道啊？ 比荷沙波的怒吼傳遍了整個製材場，遠處幾個漢人製材工放下手邊的工作，往這邊看著，這樣的衝突對他們而言並不是什麼新鮮事。 snort!So what?吉村兇惡的臉在比荷的聲音裡顯得更囂張了。他轉過頭看著手腳身體都有擦傷的迪米，拿起警棍質問：你的木頭咧？ 滑掉了，掉到山谷裡頭去了。迪米回答。 滑掉了？一根木頭那麼貴，你竟然讓它滑掉了？吉村手中的棍子不由分說地就往迪米身上招呼過去，迪米舉起手格擋，卻讓棍子直接打在右手前臂上，痛得他直彎下了腰。吉村看見迪米疼痛的模樣，不但沒有收手，反而繼續手腳並用地痛毆迪米。 混蛋你打夠了沒！比荷沙波的憤怒真的超過他所能控制的極限了，他掙脫開比荷瓦力斯的手，像出柙猛虎一樣往吉村撲去。他用力在吉村背上推了一把，讓不算強壯的吉村差點跌個狗吃屎。 比荷的舉動讓賽德克人大聲叫好，而自視甚高的吉村又怎能忍受低下的蕃人對自己動手！他暗啐一聲，一回頭就和向他撲來的比荷沙波糾纏在一起。 一陣扭打之中，兩人腳步絆在一起雙雙摔倒，動作敏捷的比荷在跌倒的瞬間馬上一個翻滾，再起身時右手已經握住蕃刀的刀柄，隨時就要讓鋒利的刀身出鞘！ 你在幹什麼，比荷？ 眼看局面就要見血，一個冷冷的聲音卻將比荷沙波的動作瞬間凍結。所有人看向聲音的來源，原有的鼓譟立即沉寂，既突然又突兀。看著那人的臉龐，比荷的神情變得恭謹，只剩下粗重的氣息在憤怒著。 摔倒在地的吉村感覺自己的頭撞到某人的腳，一抬頭，竟不經意從一塊纏腰布下看見那人的下體，場面瞬間變得有些尷尬。 吉村長官，要是以前如果有人敢用這個角度看我，我一定刺瞎他的雙眼！男人的聲音低沉得像一道冷風，讓空氣溫度明顯下降。吉村感受到一種不寒而慄的壓迫感，急忙狼狽站起，他認出那個說話的男人正是馬赫坡社的總頭目莫那魯道。 你少來威脅我，馬赫坡的老大不是你莫那魯道，是我！滿身黃土的吉村一面拍打衣服上的髒污，一面粗聲警告莫那。雖然吉村對這個曾砍下三十幾個人頭的蕃人頭目總是感到畏懼，但他仍極力維持著日本警察的尊嚴。 面對吉村的挑釁，莫那沒有答話，只是低頭看著身高整整比自己矮上半個頭的吉村，那眼神不慍不火，平靜得像無風的草原，卻看得吉村心裡直發毛。 今天你們別想領錢了，好好的木頭被你們拖壞了，下次再這樣，我還要你們賠！無須動用武力，在莫那這隻野狼之前，吉村已經變成一隻夾著尾巴的獵犬。儘管他故作高姿態地往辦公室走去。但誰都看得出來，吉村其實不敢在莫那面前多做逗留。 賠什麼？替你們工作又領不到錢，還要賠你什麼？雖然頭目就在身旁，但比荷沙波還是忿忿不平地怒吼。 礙於莫那在場，吉村識相地沒有回嘴，但他卻站在辦公室門口瞪著比荷沙波，口中唸唸有詞：你們這群生蕃給我記住，總有一天要你們好看！ 當吉村脫下污濁不堪的外套往室內走去之後，整群馬赫坡人立即圍向莫那魯道，七嘴八舌地向頭日報告事情的經過。一語不發的莫那心情極度煩悶，對於子弟們的控訴完全不想理睬，他頭也不回地走出馬赫坡製材所的大門，只留下了這群氣憤難消的賽德克年輕人呆立在原地，一臉錯愕。 沒有人知道為什麼莫那會變得如此退縮，他不恨日本人嗎？不，莫那比馬赫坡社裡的任何一個人都還要痛恨那些只將賽德克人視為牲畜的大和民族。 父親的死、村子被剝奪、習俗祖靈被蔑視∣∣光這些仇恨就足以讓莫那有一千萬個理由拿起蕃刀將所有日本人送入地獄，但他都還是強迫著自己將一切忍耐下來了，一切的隱忍，只是因為他親眼見識過日本人的厲害！ 在莫那二十九歲那年，他和幾個賽德克族頭目一起被迫著參加所謂的蕃人日本內地觀光團。 在那一趟充滿教化意義的四個月旅程中，莫那的足跡走遍了東京、神戶、名古屋、京都等幾個日本大都市。日本人帶著這群從沒有離開過山野懷抱的賽德克人參觀了他們強大的軍事設施。示威與恐嚇，是那一趟旅行莫那看到唯一的風景。 在回程的船上，莫那望著無際大海，想著日本繁華的街道、以及那些可以不斷製造出機槍大砲的兵工廠，他的心中有千百種念頭在流竄。 走了這一趟，莫那的眼界看到了更遠的地方，他親眼看見那些日本本土的警察，每個待人都溫和有禮而親切，和自己部落裡那些禽獸不如的山地警察相比簡直是天差地遠。 我們根本沒有被當成人看！莫那得到這樣的結論。有了比較之後，莫那反而瞭解自己是受到怎樣的壓迫，反抗之心也更為堅定！ 回到霧社的莫那，在一九二○年和一九二五年曾兩次企圖串連其他部落一起反抗日本人，但最後都因為事跡敗露而失敗。身為主謀的莫那本應遭受嚴厲的處分，所幸當時的日本總督下令要以懷柔的方式解決蕃人問題，讓莫那得以逃過一劫。 從此，莫那握著蕃刀的手變得更謹慎了。他的眼神依然銳利，但卻學會了在與日本人周旋時不攖其鋒。他的腳步依然雄健，但由失敗的經驗之中學會不再輕舉妄動。他把他的愁與恨，變成了悶燒在心中的柴火，驅使自己去找尋更大的力量和通達的智慧，他要讓自己走得長、看得遠，去完成一個賽德克子孫應該要做的事情。 他得讓日本人知道賽德克人的驕傲！ 莫那不希望自己的反抗只是一陣無足輕重的微風，他要打的是一場用血染紅天地的仗，即使犧牲生命也在所不惜。就算日本這個巨人難以撼動，他也要自己成為一根虎頭蜂的毒針，讓巨人狠狠的痛過一次才甘願！如果犧牲不能帶來任何疼痛和反省，那麼犧牲是沒有任何價值的！ 唱歌唷！我唱首彩虹橋的歌唷∣∣ 離開製材所，莫那走在細雨不停的山徑上，鬱鬱唱起臨時編出來的歌謠： 祖靈啊，我學狗掘土，學烏鴉吃腐肉，我臉上的圖騰模糊了嗎？我喝過日本人的酒，穿過日本人的衣服，我通過彩虹橋的資格被取消了嗎？祖靈啊！森林裡ＳＩＮＳＩＮ鳥已經不叫了，部落裡的ＧＡＹＡ已經不見了，請別再讓雨水洗去彩虹橋的顏色，我怕死後的鬼魂認不得路啊，我怕孩子們見不到祖先啊∣∣ 充滿感慨的旋律有沒有被風帶走，回到遙遠的天上，讓那些看顧著馬赫坡的祖靈聽見？如果說戰士的宿命是孤獨，那麼一個勇敢的人有沒有享受軟弱的權利呢？莫那的臉承受著冷冷的雨，當整個部落的人都仰賴著他的領導，莫那，他又能仰賴誰？ 遠方隱隱約約，又再次浮現彩虹。面對那虛幻的七彩拱橋，莫那把眼睛瞇起，像凝視一個老朋友一樣，既開心又傷感。 一隻ＳＩＮＳＩＮ鳥，此時像聽得懂莫那的歌謠般，從山百合的樹枝上一躍飛起，牠好像是要證明自己並沒有將賽德克人遺忘，沒有將自己的職責遺忘！ 於是牠在掠過莫那眼前時，放聲唱著那一首不曾改變過的歌曲，唧啾、唧啾、唧、唧∣∣ 幸好彩虹還是存在的，幸好ＳＩＮＳＩＮ鳥並沒有選擇沉靜，如果眼前這一刻的美好能夠持續一輩子，沒有敵人，沒有屈辱，沒有那些讓人覺得痛苦的事情，那該有多好！ 我好想靜靜地坐在林子裡聽ＳＩＮＳＩＮ鳥唱一下午的歌，快樂得沒有一絲煩惱！莫那的心底浮現了這樣的聲音，那是一個好美的夢想，美好到讓莫那淡淡地微笑起來，繼續走向淒苦的雨林裡。