Meet you in the most beautiful years

Chapter 33 Meeting You is a Legend of Fate (1)
Dong Xing Shun Hotel
Before Xiao Jun appeared, Harbin in the summer of 1932 was Xiao Hong's purgatory.

At that time, her name was not Xiao Hong, but Zhang Naiying.

God knows how she got through it.Somehow, it seemed that she was waiting for her fate to reveal the poignant legend of her life.

The world is so noisy, a woman with a dream is just a leaf, unable to escape the wind and rain.In her era, it was the dusk weather before the rainstorm, and there was no sound of crying, only struggling and panting.

In China in the 30s, as a woman who had received the baptism of the May Fourth New Culture, her awakened youth was so tragic and beautiful.However, even if the jade fragments are buried, she hopes to ignite her youth as a short but bright candle in the dark.

And Saburo is the dawn she met in her misery.

One evening in that summer, he walked into the "Dongxingshun" hotel in Zhengyang Sixteenth Street, Daowai, Harbin, walked through the long corridor, and knocked on the door of room No.18 at the end of the corridor.That moment is to be remembered.A legend of alluring love begins to be born.

I have imagined that moment countless times.A door separates the two worlds.Inside the door is a weak woman in a dangerous situation, and outside the door is a young man with a warm heart. The moment she opened the door, the two lives that came from their respective thorny paths miraculously came to the intersection of each other's fate .Since then, the flame of her life has been shining brightly because of him, even though it is so short, like a loving meteor across the night sky.

She opened the door and stared at him with wide eyes.Although her bright eyes were as cold and clear as before, it was hard to hide a trace of panic and surprise. ——Sanlang, if this is a beautiful dream, you must have walked into my dream.

At the moment, she is a woman who has lost her freedom.Before that, when she was desperate, she was taken to Dongxingshun Hotel by her fiancé to live in Dongxingshun Hotel for more than seven months. After she owed more than 600 yuan for accommodation, the man named Wang Enjia left her alone in the hotel under the pretext of going home to withdraw money. , never came back.

She was watched as a hostage by the hotel.At that time, she was already pregnant, and the man who made him pregnant left her an unborn fetus and a large debt, and slipped away.Her 21-year-old youth was full of pain points full of holes.

She is intelligent and sensitive, with a lonely heart and a bright vision for love and the future. She is also an outstanding female student who is deeply influenced by the new culture.Such a change in life is the price of her struggle, and it is also inevitable in accident.

She was born in a landlord family, and her father arranged for her the fate of an old-fashioned woman and let her marry early, but her outstanding talent and the awakening of an intellectual woman made her see her own unfortunate future. In order to break free from this shackles, she left home She ran away and wandered around, even if she lost her youth and life, she would not hesitate.

She is too smart, too talented, too stubborn to fit into the world she lives in.She is the snow of Changbai Mountain, cold and light, boundless, with affection covering everything, flying down the sky, but no one understands her cleanliness, loftiness, and deep romance.

Perhaps, subconsciously, she has been looking for a person who is compatible with her, understands her unyielding resistance, and understands her unique talent.In troubled times, this unrealistic extravagance can only leave her covered in bruises.

When Wang Enjia never returned, the hotel owner drove her to a dark and moldy storage room and demanded from her every day for the arrears.Seeing that the payment failed, the hotel issued an ultimatum, planning to sell her to "Quanerlou", a brothel next door, to repay the debt owed by her and Wang Enjia.She is penniless, has no relatives, and is becoming increasingly bloated. She has almost no way to escape in the dire and hot prison.

Maybe she almost became the second Pan Yuliang.But the karma and chance encounters in the whirling world, the inexhaustible cycle of cause and effect, is by no means a rigid design, and is full of subtle variables every minute and second.She was born in a small town in northern Saibei. Even if she had the same talents as Pan Yuliang in the south of the Yangtze River, she would never meet another Pan Zanhua. She recognized her as a pearl from the mud and took her as a concubine, thus rewriting her life.

Therefore, she can only be Xiao Hong, trapped in the "Dongxingshun" hotel in Harbin, waiting for the talented hero who will inevitably appear in her life, knock on her door, and rescue her out.

If she didn't read newspapers or love literature, then all of this would not exist.The difference between people often lies in a small detail, intentional or unintentional, but the reversal of fate is realized.

She was in a small dark room with no freedom, no sunlight, only a bed, a few copies of the "International Association", and empty walls.She couldn't find anyone to call to, and she didn't dare to hope that someone would redeem her life, but the helpless loneliness was like sea water, and she was about to be submerged.How much she wished there were a few books to read to fill the minutes and seconds of this lonely void.

I have to admit that she is indeed a witty and intelligent woman.She finally found a way to contact the outside world. According to the address in the newspaper, she wrote a letter of appeal to Pei Xinyuan, editor-in-chief of the "International Association Daily" supplement, and begged him to send several literary and artistic publications to the "Dongxingshun" hotel, because she A person who is confined in a hotel and loses his freedom.

At that time, "International Association Daily", with the purpose of "supporting justice and promoting peace", was the longest-published and most influential private newspaper in Harbin. Its circulation once ranked first in Harbin newspapers and periodicals. There are a large number of left-wing writers, and it has become a gathering place for Northeast writers.

Her letter moved Pei Xinyuan.Pei Xinyuan was full of sympathy for this intellectual woman who signed "Whispering", which also aroused his sense of justice and sense of responsibility.He wrote a letter of introduction, and handed over several books to the young editor Saburo, and asked him to send him to the "Dongxingshun" hotel.

What an important decision this is, as if it was the will of fate and the arrangement of the gods.It was an evening, Sanlang was walking on Zhengyang Sixteenth Street outside Harbin Road, walked through the long corridor of "Dongxingshun" hotel, and knocked on her door at the end of the corridor.

I knocked on the door twice, but there was no movement. After a while, I knocked twice again, when the door suddenly opened, and a vague figure appeared straight in the middle of the door.Because the light on the corridor is dim, there is no light in the house, so I can only see a woman-like silhouette appearing in front of my eyes, with half-long hair hanging loosely on the front and back of the shoulders, and a nearly round shape. The pale face was embedded in the middle of the hair, and a pair of extra-large shiny eyes stared straight at me, and asked in a slightly trembling voice as if shocked:

"Can I help you?"

"Zhang Naiying."

(Xiao Jun's "Human and Human - Memoirs of Xiao Jun")
This is their first meeting.For 25-year-old Liu Honglin, the first time, this woman only left her with a vague impression.At that time, no one called him Xiao Jun, and few people called his original name Liu Honglin. Friends used to call him Sanlang, which was his common pen name at that time.

The hut was damp and dark, exuding a pungent musty smell. Zhang Naiying turned on the light, and the room was instantly dimmed.He sat down on the chair by the window, did not speak, and only handed Pei Xinyuan's letter of introduction and a few books to her.

She took the letter and read it several times, her slender fingers holding the letter were trembling slightly.

Saburo looked at her silently.That day, she was wearing a faded blue cloth gown, one side of the slit was split above the knee, her legs and feet were white, and a pair of shoes on her feet were old and deformed. I'm about to give birth.

After reading the letter, she couldn't restrain her surprise: "So you are Saburo, I have read your article..." She turned around and pulled an old newspaper from the empty bed, pointed to an article for Saburo, That was his serialized novel Orphans.

After completing the task assigned by Pei Xinyuan, San Lang got up and was about to leave.Maybe it was because of being alone for too long, she begged eagerly: "Let's talk... shall we?"

He sat down again, and while listening to her narration, he casually picked up a few pieces of paper scattered on the bed. There were novel patterns drawn on the paper, a few large characters of "double hook" written in the font of "Zheng Wengong" imitating the Wei stele, and Several lines of verse.

The handwriting of the poem is purple, arranged in rows, like new willows in early spring, like the ripples of the Songhua River.

The leaves are turning green here, and the clear brook over there sings: ——Girl!

Spring is coming.

……

Last year in Peiping, it was the time to eat green apricots; this year my fate is more sour than green apricots!

There was a strange feeling in his heart, "Who drew this pattern?" He asked.In his heart, there was a hint of joy that sprouted from the leaves of grass.

"I did it when I was bored." She answered a little shyly, and then showed him a length of purple pencil.

"What about these 'double hook' characters?"

"Too……"

"What about the verses?" he asked impatiently.

"Yes!" A blush floated on her pale cheeks.

At this time, I seem to feel that the world is changing, the seasons are changing, the people are changing, and I think my thoughts and feelings are also changing at that time... The most beautiful women I have ever known appeared in front of me people!And possibly the most beautiful person in the world!All the images and impressions she gave me at the beginning were gone, completely wiped out... Only a crystal clear, beautiful, lovely, shining soul remained in front of me! ...

I immediately decided secretly and made an oath to myself:

At all sacrifices and costs - I must save her!Save this beautiful soul!

(Xiao Jun's "Human and Human - Memoirs of Xiao Jun")
Yes, the first time I met him was at such a time of embarrassment.She was bloated, her face paled, she lost her freedom and her dignity. Even if she was still young, she could only get some pity.At that time she had hardly any charm to be appreciated and favored by a young man.However, the encounters in life are so intriguing. Meeting the important person in life, fate did not choose to be at her most beautiful moment, but used another subtle way to show her precious side to the vast sea of ​​people. Ask for a bosom friend.In an instant, he was hit by this sudden beauty.In his eyes, the loveliness and preciousness of this woman has already set up a pure white sail in his heart, which makes him unable to help but to be filled with tender affection and boundless surprises.

At that moment, the dark room seemed to have a rising sun, and the woman in front of him seemed to be an angel with broken wings, which made him want to take care of her.He suddenly felt that his heart had been barren for so long, and at this moment, he was reawakened by her keen wit, as if the spring field was full of infinite vitality.

However, this woman who aroused his beautiful emotions is suffering in purgatory at this moment.

Before leaving, I pointed to the half bowl of sorghum rice covered with a piece of paper on the table and asked her:
"Is this your meal?"

She nodded indifferently, a stream of cold and bitter tears rushed into my eyes, I pretended to look for something in my pocket and lowered my head...

Finally I put the five cents in the clothes on the table, reluctantly said: "Save it and buy something to eat!" and said goodbye to her in a hurry.

The only five cents I had was my car fare, and I had to walk about ten miles to return home.

(Xiao Jun's "Human and Human - Memoirs of Xiao Jun")
He knew that leaving this dim hut meant a new beginning. For this beautiful life, he wanted to be a warrior and start a difficult rescue and struggle.

Her life and soul have been linked to this man ever since.People often say that meeting the right person at the right time is a kind of happiness.I believe that after many years, even if they are separated in troubled times and people are in trouble, they are no longer the only one for each other. This initial relationship is still an unforgettable memory in their hearts, soothing the pain and sweetness they once shared.

If her short life was made up of glass after glass of wine, then her life in the "Dongxingshun" hotel before meeting Saburo was the most bitter one.At that time, there was no female writer Xiao Hong in the world, only an abandoned young pregnant woman.But after that, he came, and her world was turned upside down, and Xiao Hong in the history of literature was born from this moment.

Daughter of the Hulan River
Everyone comes to the world as a grass seed that is blown by the wind. Wherever it is born, there is a mother.

The Northeast with white mountains and black waters, in terms of softness and gentleness, is naturally inferior to the south of the Yangtze River with apricot blossoms and spring rain.The south of the Yangtze River is the essence of beauties. The red sleeves are on the river tower, the moon is on the boat, the smoke and willows are prosperous, the strings are endless, and the style is comfortable among small bridges and flowing water.

And the Northeast is the nature of men.Creation endows this land with a different kind of bloody stamina, with the deep and rough masculinity and the generosity and kindness of motherhood.

Xiao Hong, who was born in a small town in the northeast, is the daughter of Hulanhe. On the Dragon Boat Festival in 1911, she was born in a landlord family in Longwangmiao Hutong, Hulan County, Heilongjiang Province.According to the customs of ancient shamans, the Dragon Boat Festival is a day to eliminate evil and eliminate disasters. Therefore, some folks believe that the fifth day of the fifth lunar month is the most evil day. Babies born on this day carry ominous omens.

Perhaps in Hulan, there have never been such rumors among the people. In short, the birth of this baby girl did not bring anxiety to father Zhang Tingju and mother Jiang Yulan. In any case, this is the first child they have given birth to in the three years since their marriage. .With longing in mind, the Zhang family took the word "Ronghua" as the baby girl's baby name.

The Zhang family was originally from Shandong. During the reign of Emperor Qianlong, Zhang Dai, the great ancestor, brought his family with him from Shenxian County, Dongchang Prefecture, Shandong Province (now Shenxian County, Liaocheng City, Shandong Province) to the northeast. Farming, his three sons came to Heilongjiang to open up wasteland and farm land when they were adults. Gradually, they started from scratch, began to buy more fields, and opened oil workshops.

Zhang Weizhen is the fourth-generation descendant of the Zhang family who went to the Northeast. In the early years of Guangxu, after receiving part of the family's property in Hulan County, he moved his family from Fuchanghaotun, Acheng, to Hulan.

Around 1900, Zhang Weizhen took Zhang Tingju, the third son of his cousin Zhang Weiyue, from Acheng to Hulan as his adoptive son, and gave Zhang Tingju the word "choose three". This was later Xiao Hong's father.

Zhang Tingju loves reading. When he graduated from the Provincial Excellent Normal School, he was awarded the "Rewarding Teacher's Imperial Examination Award and Zhongshu Division Zhongshu Title". After graduation, he first became a teacher and then entered politics. President, Secretary of Heilongjiang Education Department, etc.

Xiao Hong's mother, Jiang Yulan, was born in a scholarly family in Hulan County. She was the eldest daughter of Jiang Wenxuan, a well-known local gentry.

Obviously, Xiao Hong's talent is due to her parents' inheritance. At the same time, the vast and affectionate land is also a unique nourishment, which makes Xiao Hong's character have the strength of Changbai Mountain and the softness of Songhua River.

I always feel that the impact of the environment on a person's life is like the impact of soil on plants.A few years ago, I went to the Northeast and saw the snow flying all over the sky on Changbai Mountain. The vast sky and snow-capped mountains seemed to be the territory of gods, free from dust and smoke, and forever desolate and cold.The scene at that time was suitable for a firefox flying over thousands of mountains, seeing a series of hoof prints in depth, but was buried by Xiaoxiao Baixue in an instant, leaving only a legend of the secret realm.

If this assumption is considered beautiful, then, Xiao Hong, I think, her understanding and talent for art are just like the fiery red snow mountain fox, which has an unruly aloofness and elegant spirituality.

Hulan River and Songhua River, day and night, moisten Hulan County, a small city in northern Saibei.The winter in Heilongjiang is long and cold, so Xiao Hong described Hulan as "in a year, there are four months of white snow", and when spring comes, the sun is warm, and the ice on the Songhua River is slowly thawing. In her eyes, there was a kind of cold beauty: "The big pieces of ice and the small pieces of ice bumped into each other lightly, making noises and clattering. This sound is like the sound of porcelain colliding."

In Xiao Hong's life, the seasons and rivers of her hometown, as well as her childhood experience, are the nourishment that infiltrated her soul and blood. Despite the cold, humiliation and struggle, she always sheds pain and misses it affectionately.

(End of this chapter)