Chapter 66 sixty-five

The days of pain are long, but when the pain reaches the level of paralysis, it feels like the years are passing fast. January passed. Year after year passed. The wrinkles on Mrs. Ou's forehead also deepened one by one, but Yang Ziyun's child grew up day by day.The school also threw a square hat and pushed us out of the school gate. After finishing our student life, Ziyun and I spent a hot summer with Mrs. Ou.Everyone discussed the future development of their careers, Xiao Yudian decided to accept a letter of employment from a middle school, Yang Ziyun was going to practice in a factory; I planned to change an environment.Following the upsurge of young people from military vehicles, they wandered around for a while; but Mrs. Ou struggled to keep me, and she asked someone to introduce me to the editorial position of a newspaper.

The life of the newspaper office is hard. Every night, I rushed to the newspaper office to publish a manuscript under the light of few stars.After reading the layout, when I returned to Mrs. Ou's house, the sun was already rising; however, I liked the night life here where the morning and evening were reversed, which made me fully exposed to these familiar scenes like stars, moon, and sun. Of course, I can also pin part of my spirit on my work.In the supplement I edited, I fully obtained the field of writing.I wrote my love encounters in the past few years into small poems that I thought were beautiful but sad; in my spare time, I read them to Mrs. Ou and Ziyun and his wife.Because these stories also included them, everyone recalled the past, thinking of Shen Chao and Zhang Youhua who died, Yanan who was displaced, Alan who was sick, and Qiuming who was in dire straits, they couldn't help feeling sad.

When can I go back to my hometown? When will the bones of fellow victims be reburied? When can we get together with our random friends? Every time I read a little poem to them, everyone sighed like this.Especially Mrs. Ou, thinking of her long-lost husband, always shed tears and said with a sigh: When will Boxiong be able to come back! When will I see Alan, Tyumen and Yanan?Amid everyone's sighs, I silently remembered my wish. When is this the voice of thousands of people living in the rear.This voice is all too familiar. I have heard the same prayer everywhere I have traveled thousands of miles.These same sighs have been heard every day throughout my eight years.It seems that the farther the space is and the longer the time is, the louder the sound will be.

However, the eighth anniversary of the Anti-Japanese War came quietly again amid such sighs. The shadow of the July 7th Incident was not buried for a long time.Every year, around this time, we feel especially heavy.The wedding of Ziyun and his wife was held the day before July 7th; we also started our miserable life from this day.The fifth day after July 7th was the day when Shen Chao and Yang Youhua died. In order to mourn their spirits, the three of us will hold a small memorial service on this day as usual.After the meeting, Xiao Yudian asked me for my opinion. On Mrs. Ou's birthday, everyone would take a day off, buy some gifts, wine and food, and invite more than a dozen familiar friends to congratulate her.

It is human nature to mourn the death and comfort the life. Of course, Yang Ziyun and I warmly agree.Thinking of the past few years, Mrs. Ou has taken care of us like a mother. Our board, lodging and tuition fees are all provided by her unconditionally.Although she has rich savings, this sincere friendship cannot be repaid by money. Mrs. Ou's birthday is August 15th, and there is still plenty of time to prepare everything for us.We discussed it and never let her notice any signs in advance.The whole cost is entirely from our salary, and we also ordered a large silver cup, engraved with the names of the three of us and the words of tribute to their couple.On that day, I will dedicate it to her at the dinner party on my behalf.

Yang Ziyun also specifically told me that he wanted me to prepare a moving speech and read it to everyone on the spot; Xiaoyudian asked me to try to be as happy as possible within the next few days, and it was best to write the speech describing the stars, moon, and sun. The poem draft temporarily stops, and writes more roses and diamonds that women like.