Once again, I dreamed of countless dreams and returned to that quadrangle. During the Republic of China, the quadrangle in the back street of the provincial government compound was called "Pearl Spring Courtyard" by everyone. Once again, I went into battle lightly, following Brother Yi, who was carrying all my belongings, step by step. Step by step, step by step, I said goodbye to my parents, my brother and sister-in-law, my little nephew and cried sadly. Sitting in the train carriage again, staring blankly at the scenery flying by outside the window. It was dark outside the window, and I was lying on the sleeper, unable to sleep. I was full of thoughts and I didn't know when I would fall asleep.
When I woke up again, I woke up in the voice of "Kuang Kuang". What I see when I open my eyes is not the snow-white roof of my house, nor the birds singing in my ear. Me? I am still dreaming. I haven't woken up yet. Close your eyes, open them again, pinch my arm and make sure I'm awake. Looking around, it was still in the soft sleeper of the train, and the clothes I wore before I went to bed last night. According to my experience of more than 50 years, I! Follow the fashion and cross! Surprised or not? Hum! Me! Only surprised, not happy. At this moment, I look forward to the night like a long drought, so that I can fall asleep again, wake up and return to 202 1, and then return to my warm home. Buddha, Bodhisattva, God, Immortal, Mazu, everything I can think of. It was dark and dawn, and I was still in that box, surrounded by those people.
Have seen the title page of another book "I won't be young" by Daphne Du Maurier, the author of Butterfly Dream:
If it is fate, don't cry, don't complain.
Even if you and I are frustrated, life may not be happy.
Remember that we have everything and the past will never come back.
But the city didn't fall, and there were flags flying high in the wind.
-humbert Wolfe.
Since you can't go back, face it calmly and accept it gladly. Everything is the best arrangement. I'm in my fifties, and now I'm eighteen. I deserve it.
I'd better introduce myself, lest readers scold me. Me! Yao Mulan, yes! You're right. I have the same name as the heroine in Lin Yutang's Clouds in Beijing. I traveled to the Republic of China, but I didn't wear a book. My father is a director of the general office of the provincial government, and my mother is a doctor of Chinese medicine hospital, which is very famous. I am the oldest in my family. There are five brothers on it, plus my brother. I rank seventh, and my elder brothers like to call me "Xiao Qi". My grandmother often said, "In our old Yao family, there are many boys and baby girls in the third generation. You are the only one in your life, so I call you little Qier, and you can grow up healthily by fooling the terrifying. "
I was brought up as a boy when I was a child. Crazy with my brothers every day, no children at all. My mother is very worried about it. She once dressed me in girl's clothes and lived a girl's life when my grandparents went back to their hometown to live. Guess what, I'm sick, the very sick kind, the kind with no cause and no symptoms. Alarmed my grandfather, a famous old Chinese doctor in the country, and didn't see what was going on. I was so anxious that my grandfather didn't know how many he had pulled out of his precious beard. Later, my grandmother had an epiphany and invited a host to xingguo temple, Qianfo Mountain, only to know that I 12 years old must be a boy and can't wear girls' clothes. Mom is also worried that I 12 years old will look like a girl. The host said: "Don't be afraid of patroness, it will come naturally, and the tree will come naturally." Mom quickly changed my clothes, me! Those who don't take medicine or injections will be fine. You said that magic is not magic, and I can cross from the afterlife. What happened?
Hey! Don't talk about me, tell me the destination of my trip and why I went. I'm going to Shanghai, for one thing, to go to college, and for another, to get engaged. We are a young marriage, a close family and a child. My husband's surname is Huang, and my father-in-law is the deputy mayor of Shanghai Municipal Government and is running for mayor. Originally, the two families haven't contacted each other for a long time, so the small marriage also has the right to be a joke of the elders at home. Who wants my father-in-law to bring his second son to the economy and ask the two families to fulfill their engagement? When the fathers chatted, they learned that I had been admitted to Fudan, and this engagement was going to be fulfilled.
I don't agree to this marriage. When I learned that I was Yao Mulan, my heart was not very shocked. But with the arrival of Huang's father and son, my heart is full of thunder. I am one of the victims of Xu Zhimo's first divorce in China, which triggered the divorce tide in the Republic of China. I am a poor woman in the tide of advocating new ideas of freedom and democracy and opposing arranged marriage. My father-in-law divorced one year after he became mayor, and Yao Mulan died half a year later. Yao Mulan, who passed away, was admitted to Fudan University, but failed to enter the university. At the repeated request of her husband's family, she got married first and waited on her in-laws, but her husband went to study in England on the fifth day of her marriage. After waiting for her for 365 long nights, she missed her distant family endlessly, and there were many worries and worries in her heart. After this year, divorce crushed her fragile heart and became a passer-by in a hurry, just like the meteor that flashed by.
If I hadn't studied the divorce tide in the Republic of China with my professor in college, if I had seen Yao Mulan in "Clouds in Beijing" and paid more attention to Yao Mulan, I would have been submerged in the rolling historical torrent.