Chapter 47 eleven

In the evening, I transported two pieces of broken luggage to Mr. Fu's house, temporarily put them in the porch, and then rushed to Anle Township to go to work. The master gave me two hours off, and let me go at ten o'clock.Mr. Fu has been waiting at home. After I went back, he asked me to move my luggage into the room.That room is next to Mr. Fu's own bedroom, six tatami mats in size, complete with beds, tables and chairs, straw mats on the bed, even the sheets and pillowcases seem to have just been changed, the room is very tidy, I never I have never lived in such a comfortable and decent bedroom.Since leaving home, I have lived in that small cave on Jinzhou Street for several months. I always feel that it is a makeshift place, and I have never settled down. What’s more, I often don’t go back and spend the night in some stranger’s house. wandering around.

This is your bedroom, Mr. Fu came in and said, there is nothing else in this room, except that the window faces west, and it is a bit sunny in the afternoon. I found a bamboo curtain, and you can hang it up yourself tomorrow. Mr. Fu pointed to a roll of bamboo curtains leaning against the window. The green paint on the curtains had peeled off, probably very old.He stooped again and bent down with great difficulty, and pulled out a disk containing mosquito coils from under the bed. On the metal rack in the plate was a cake of three-star mosquito coils. There is a pool in the garden and there are many mosquitoes. When you go to sleep at night, you light the mosquito coils. Mr. Fu told me, he went around the room, felt around, and seemed to find nothing wrong with it. I said:

You live in first, and if you find that there is still something missing, ask me for it. Don't worry about the old man, I hurriedly replied, this room is great. Mr. Fu walked to the desk and stopped. On the desk were a set of English books, a radio, an alarm clock, and a copper model of an anti-aircraft gun. This was originally my son Fu Wei's bedroom, and he kept all these things. Mr. Fu stopped for a while, his back arched like a small hill was always facing me, and his gray-haired head was pressed down. Low, put it on the table, you can use it if you want. As he said that, trembling again, he scrambled to the closet and opened the paper door. Half of the closet was covered with clothes.Mr. Fu picked up one or two pieces, inspected them, and said to himself:

It's time to take it out to dry, it's moldy. He looked back at me. Your figure is about the same as Fu Wei, you can wear these clothes. No need, I hastily declined, I have my own clothes. Are there any in winter?Mr. Fu asked. I was at a loss for words and hesitated a few words. There were only a few unlined clothes in my broken suitcase.Mr. Fu took off a herringbone brown suit jacket from the clothes hanger, and asked me to try it on. I put the coat on. Mr. Fu looked at me for a long time, and let out a hum. Fits well, but the sleeves are a bit long.I have given away all his clothes to others, and I have these few leftovers, which are enough for the winter.

I saw a grass-green tweed coat, a black leather jacket, and a few old sweaters hanging in the closet. They hadn’t been worn for a long time, and they smelled strongly of camphor.I hung the suit jacket back to its original place, and Mr. Fu still closed the closet door, and then led me back to the living room. Ah Ching. After we sat down, Mr. Fu picked up a cup of tea on the coffee table, took a sip, and called me thoughtfully. When you move in, treat this place as your own home, and you don't have to be too restrictive. Thank you sir.I agree. Yang Jinhai repeatedly mentioned to me that you are very mature and you can move in to be my companion.Aunt Wu is very old, and the fall was not light, and I am afraid she will not recover in a while.Recently, my health is not very good, and I can't be tired from heavy work. You are here, and you can just help me.

If there is anything the old man needs, just tell me. I don't have any troubles here, Mr. Fu smiled and said, just cooking two meals, cleaning the courtyard and some housework, I wonder if you are used to it? I used to help my father with housework at home, I explained, it’s just that the food wasn’t cooked well It doesn't matter, Mr. Fu said with a smile, I eat lightly, and two vegetables and tofu for each meal are enough. Vegetable tofu can be fried.I also laughed. I heard that you are also a soldier's son?Mr. Fu pondered for a while and raised his head to ask. My father used to be the head of the regiment in mainland China, but he was dismissed when he came to Taiwan. Because he was captured and mentioned my father, I became uncomfortable again and started to stutter a little.

Which regiment he is from, do you know? I was not quite sure, I shook my head and said, my father mentioned it before, but when he mentioned the glorious history of his army’s anti-Japanese war, he was always so excited that he couldn’t speak clearly. I just remembered that he said that the commander of their army was Zhang Gan. Oh, it's the Zhanggan Corps. Mr. Fu nodded and said, that Corps is the Sichuan Army. During the Anti-Japanese War, it performed very well. The battle in Changsha was very good. Changsha Dajie's father had received honors, and I suddenly remembered the copper-rusted Baoding Medal locked in my father's small mahogany box.

Mr. Fu sighed and said: His corps didn't have much luck later on. Father said that Commander Zhang was also captured. Yes, the entire regiment was wiped out.Mr. Fu sighed with emotion. Who else is in your family?Mr. Fu changed the subject. I told him that his mother and younger brother had passed away, leaving only his father. Mr. Fu frowned with iron-grey eyebrows, and said: Yang Jinhai told me that there seems to be some disagreement between you father and son I lowered my head, avoiding Mr. Fu's eyes that were dripping with tears. Your father got angry all of a sudden, after a while, when his anger subsides, you should go back and see him.

I kept my head down and didn't make a sound. Let's take a shower and rest early.Mr. Fu stood up, walked to my side, and patted my shoulder. After taking a shower, I went back to the room, sorted out the two pieces of broken luggage I brought, lit the mosquito coils, turned off the light and went to bed. The fluorescent alarm clock on the desk was already half past twelve.Perhaps it was because of a new place that it was difficult to fall asleep all of a sudden.Outside the window is probably the pond full of gourd flowers, and the rattling of frogs can be heard constantly.Mr. Fu next door probably also slept restlessly. I heard him get up two or three times to go to the toilet.I remember that in the middle of the night at home, I often heard the footsteps of my father pacing up and down in the next room.Because of the thin walls, I lay on the bed and could clearly hear the movement in my father's room.In the first two years after my mother ran away from home, my father's temper and behavior became very perverse.Often in the middle of the night, he would suddenly jump out of bed, walking around the room as if possessed by a demon.His footsteps were so urgent and heavy, like a trapped animal in an iron cage, spinning around incessantly.I was next door, lying in the dark, listening to my father's footsteps knocking, knocking, knocking, and suddenly felt an inexplicable tension. Even in winter, cold sweat would suddenly break out on my forehead.