A 2,000-word excerpt from "Morning Blossoms Picked Up at Dusk"

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Tokyo is nothing more than this. When the cherry blossoms in Ueno are in full bloom, they do look like light crimson clouds, but under the flowers there are also groups of "Qing students studying abroad" crash course, with big braids on their heads that are as high as the tops of student hats. Rising high, forming a Mount Fuji. There are also those whose braids are untied and tied flatly, and their hats are removed to reveal a shiny look, just like a little girl's bun, and they have to twist their necks a few times. It's really beautiful.

There are a few books to buy in the concierge of the Chinese International Students Association, and sometimes it is worth a visit; if it is in the morning, you can still sit in some of the bungalows inside. But in the evening, the floor of one room will often make a loud banging sound, and the room will be filled with smoke and dust. Ask someone who is well versed in current affairs, and they will answer, "That's learning to dance."

How about going somewhere else?

I will go to the Medical College in Sendai. Departing from Tokyo, I arrived at a post station soon and wrote: Nippori. Somehow I still remember the title. Secondly, I only remember Mito, which is the place where Mr. Zhu Shunshui, a survivor of the Ming Dynasty, died. Sendai is a small town; it is extremely cold in winter; there are no Chinese students yet.

Probably because things are more valuable than hope. When cabbage from Beijing is shipped to Zhejiang, the root is tied with a red-tipped rope and hung upside down in front of a fruit shop, where it is revered as "glue cabbage"; aloe vera that grows wild in Fujian is brought into the greenhouse as soon as it arrives in Beijing, and is euphemistically called "agave" ". I also received such preferential treatment when I arrived in Sendai. Not only did the school not charge tuition, but several staff members also took care of my room and board. I first stayed in an inn next to the prison. It was already quite cold in early winter, but there were still a lot of mosquitoes. Later, I covered my whole body with a quilt and wrapped my head and face with clothes, leaving only two nostrils for breathing. In this place where breathing is endless, mosquitoes have no way to interrupt, and they sleep peacefully. The food isn't bad either. But a gentleman thought that this inn also provided meals for prisoners and it was not suitable for me to live there. He said this again and again. Although I felt that it was irrelevant to me that the inn also provided meals for the prisoners, but it was hard to resist such good intentions, so I had no choice but to find a suitable place to stay. So I moved to another house, which was far away from the prison. Unfortunately, I always had to drink taro soup that was hard to swallow every day.

From then on, I saw many strange teachers and heard many new lectures. Anatomy is divided between two professors. Originally osteology. At that time, a dark and thin gentleman with a mustache and glasses came in, holding a stack of large and small books. As soon as he placed the book on the podium, he introduced himself to the students in a slow and frustrated tone: -

"My name is Fujino Genkuro..."

A few people in the back started laughing. He then talked about the history of the development of anatomy in Japan. Those large and small books were about this subject from the beginning to the present. At first, a few books were thread-bound; there were also Chinese translations. Their translation and research on new medicine were no earlier than China's.

The person sitting in the back laughing was a repeater who failed last school year. He had been in school for a year and was quite familiar with the story. They then lectured the freshmen on the history of each professor. It is said that Mr. Fujino was so immodest in his clothes that he sometimes forgot his tie. He wore an old coat in the winter and was shivering. Once when he got on the train, the conductor suspected that he was a pickpocket and called the man in the car. Guests, please be careful.

What they said is probably true. I personally saw him once giving a lecture without a tie.

A week later, around Saturday, he sent his assistant to call me. When I arrived at the research room, I saw him sitting among human bones and many individual skulls - he was studying the skulls, and later published a paper in the school's magazine.

"Can you copy my lecture notes?" he asked.

"You can copy a little."

"Bring it to me!"

I handed over the handout I copied, and he accepted it. He returned it to me in three days and said that from then on, I would give it to him once a week. When I took it down and opened it, I was surprised, but also felt uneasy and grateful. It turns out that my lecture notes have been revised with red pen from beginning to end. Not only have many omissions been added, but even the grammatical errors have been corrected one by one.

This continued until he finished teaching the subjects he was responsible for: osteology, vascular science, and neurology.

It’s a pity that I didn’t study hard at that time and was very willful at times. I still remember that one time Mr. Fujino called me into his laboratory, pulled out a picture from my lecture notes, which showed the blood vessels of the lower arm, pointed at it, and said kindly to me:——

< p> "Look, you moved this blood vessel a little bit. - Of course, it does look better with this move. However, anatomical diagrams are not art. The real thing is like that, and we can't change it. Now I've changed it for you, and you have to follow the picture on the blackboard from now on."

But I was still not convinced. I agreed verbally, but thought in my heart:——

"I drew the pictures well; as for the actual situation, I naturally remembered it in my heart."

After the experiment in the school year, I went to Tokyo for a summer, and returned to school in early autumn. My grades had already improved I was published. Among more than a hundred classmates, I was in the middle, but I didn't fail. This time, Mr. Fujino's assignment was anatomy practice and regional anatomy.

After about a week of practicing anatomy, he asked me to go again. He was very happy and said to me in a very restrained tone:——

"I heard that He said that Chinese people respect ghosts very much, so they were worried that you would not dissect corpses. Now I am relieved that this is not the case. ”

But he sometimes makes me very embarrassed. He heard that Chinese women have their feet bound, but he didn’t know the details, so he wanted to ask me how to bind the feet and what kind of deformity the foot bones had become. He also sighed, "You have to take a look to find out. What is going on." What? ”

One day, the student union officer at this level came to my apartment and asked to borrow my lecture notes. I checked it out and gave it to them, but they only checked it once and didn't take it away. But as soon as they left, the postman delivered a very thick letter. When he opened it, the first sentence was:——

"Repent!"

This is Just sentences from the New Testament, recently quoted by Tolstoy. It was the time of the Russo-Japanese War, and Mr. Toto wrote a letter to the emperors of Russia and Japan, which began with this sentence. Japanese newspapers criticized him for being disrespectful, and patriotic youths were also angry. However, secretly they had long been influenced by him. Secondly, it roughly refers to the topic of the anatomy test last year. Mr. Fujino marked it in the lecture notes. I knew it in advance, so I was able to achieve such results. The end is anonymous.

I just recalled something that happened a few days ago. Since there was a peer-level meeting, the clerk wrote an advertisement on the blackboard. The last sentence was "Please come to the meeting and don't miss anything", and added a circle next to the word "missing". Although I thought it was ridiculous at the time, I didn't mind it at all. Only now did I realize that the word was also mocking me, as if I had the problem the teacher had leaked.

I informed Mr. Fujino about this; several classmates who were familiar with me were also very dissatisfied and went to question the clerk for the rudeness of pretexting the inspection and asked them to publish the results of the inspection. . Finally, the rumor was eliminated, but the clerk tried his best to withdraw the anonymous letter. In the end, I returned the Tolstoyan letter to them.

China is a weak country, so of course the Chinese are imbeciles. If the score is above 60, it is not their own ability: no wonder they are confused. But then I had the fate of visiting and shooting Chinese people. In the second year, Tian taught mold science. The shapes of bacteria were all shown in movies. After a paragraph was finished but before the get out of class ended, a few movies were shown showing current events. Naturally, they were all about Japan's victory over Russia. But there were Chinese people caught in it: I worked as a detective for the Russians, was captured by the Japanese army, and was about to be shot. A group of Chinese people were watching around me. There was also me in the lecture hall.

"Long live!" They all clapped their hands and cheered.

This kind of cheering happens every time I watch a film, but to me, this one was particularly harsh. After that, when I returned to China, I saw those people who were just watching the execution of prisoners. They also cheered like drunkenness, - Wow, it's unthinkable! But at that time and place, my opinion changed.

At the end of the second academic year, I went to find Mr. Fujino and told him that I would not study medicine and leave Sendai. His face seemed a little sad, and he seemed to want to speak, but he didn't.

"I want to study biology. The knowledge my husband taught me is still useful." In fact, I didn't decide to study biology, because I saw him a little sad, so I said a consolation His lies.

"Teaching anatomy and the like for medicine will not be of much help if you are afraid of biology." He sighed.

A few days before he left, he asked me to come to his home and handed me a photo with two words written on the back: "Farewell", and he also said he hoped to give mine to him. . But I didn't have time to take any photos at this time; he then told me to take photos and send them to him in the future, and also kept him informed of the situation in the future.

After I left Sendai, I hadn’t taken a photo for many years, and because the situation was boring, talking about it would only disappoint him, and I was afraid to even write a letter. More and more years have passed and I have no words to talk about, so although I sometimes want to write a letter, I find it difficult to write. Until now, I have not sent a letter or a photo. From his side, it seemed that there was no news since he left.

But somehow, I always remember him. Among the teachers I consider him, he is the one who makes me most grateful and encourages me. Sometimes I often think: His enthusiastic hope for me and tireless teachings are, in a small way, for China, that is, he hopes that China will have new medicine; in a big way, it is for academics, that is, he hopes for new medicine. spread to China. His character is great in my eyes and heart, although his name is not known to many people.

I have bound the lecture notes he corrected into three thick volumes and kept them as a permanent souvenir. Unfortunately, when I moved house seven years ago, a book box was destroyed and half the box of books was lost. It happened that these lecture notes were also lost. I asked the transportation bureau to look for it, but there was no reply. Only his photograph is still hanging on the east wall of my Beijing residence, opposite my desk. Whenever I feel tired at night and want to be lazy, I look up and catch a glimpse of his dark and thin face in the light, as if he is about to speak in measured tones. This makes me suddenly realize my conscience and gain courage, so I light a cigarette and start again. Continue to write words that are deeply abhorred by "gentlemen" and their ilk.

-------------------------------------"Mr. Fujino"< /p>

There is a large garden behind my house, which is said to be called Baicao Garden. Now it has been sold to the descendants of Zhu Wengong together with the house. Even the last meeting has been separated by seven or eight years. It seems that there are only some weeds in it; but it was my paradise at that time.

Needless to say, there are green vegetable beds, smooth stone well fences, tall honey locust trees, and purple mulberries; there is no need to mention the cicadas singing in the leaves, and the fat wasps lying on the cauliflowers, nimbly calling the emperor. (The skylark) suddenly jumped straight from the grass into the sky. The surrounding short mud walls alone are infinitely interesting. The oil flies sing here, and the crickets play the piano here. When turning over broken bricks, you sometimes meet centipedes; and cantharides. If you press its backbone with your fingers, it will snap loudly and a burst of smoke will be emitted from the rear orifices. The Polygonum multiflorum vine and the Magnolia vine are intertwined. The Magnolia has a lotus-like fruit, and the Polygonum multiflorum has a swollen root. Some people say that Polygonum multiflorum root has a human shape, and if you eat it, you can become an immortal. So I often pull it up and pull it up again and again. I have also damaged the mud wall because of it, but I have never seen a root that looks like a human. . If you are not afraid of thorns, you can also pick raspberries, which are like small balls made of small coral beads. They are sour and sweet, and the color and taste are far better than mulberries.

You cannot go into the long grass because it is said that there is a big red snake in this garden.

My eldest mother once told me a story: Previously, there was a scholar who lived in an ancient temple and studied. At night, while enjoying the cool air in the yard, he suddenly heard someone calling him. He agreed, and when he looked around, he saw a beautiful woman's face exposed on the wall, smiled at him, and then disappeared. He was very happy; but the old monk who came to talk at night discovered the trap. He said that there was some evil spirit on his face, and he must have met the "Beautiful Snake"; this is a monster with the head of a human and the body of a snake. It can call people's names. If they agree, it will come to eat the person's flesh at night. He was naturally frightened to death, but the old monk said it was okay and gave him a small box, saying that as long as he put it next to his pillow, he could sleep peacefully. Although he did the same thing, he still couldn't sleep - of course he couldn't sleep. In the middle of the night, it really came, rustle! There was the sound of wind and rain outside the door.

Just as he was shaking into a ball, he heard a crack, and a golden light flew out from the pillow. There was no sound outside, and the golden light flew back and was collected in the box. What happened next? Later, the old monk said that this was a flying centipede that could suck the brains of snakes, and the beautiful snake was killed by it.

The lesson at the end is: So if a strange voice calls your name, you must not answer it.

This story makes me feel the dangers of being a human being. When I enjoy the coolness on a summer night, I am often a little worried and dare not look at the wall. I also desperately want to get a box of flying centipedes like the old monk. I often think like this when I walk to the grass in the Herb Garden. But until now, I haven't gotten it yet, nor have I met the Red Snake or the Beautiful Snake. Of course, there are often strange voices calling my name, but they are not beautiful snakes.

The Baicao Garden in winter is relatively boring; when it snows, it will be completely different. Photographing snowmen (printing one's full shape on the snow) and shaping snow arhats require people's appreciation. This is a deserted park and inaccessible, so it is not suitable, so we have to come to catch birds. Thin snow is not enough; it must be covered with snow for a day or two, when the birds have nowhere to look for food. Sweep away a piece of snow to expose the ground, use a short stick to hold up a large bamboo sieve, scatter some grains underneath, tie a long rope to the stick, and hold it from a distance to watch the birds come down to eat and go. When you get under the bamboo sieve, you pull the rope and cover it. But what we got were mostly sparrows, and there were also white-cheeked "Zhang Fei birds", which were very irritable and couldn't be kept overnight.

This is the method taught by Runtu's father, but I am not very good at using it. I obviously saw them coming in, so I pulled the rope and ran to take a look, but there was nothing there. After a long time of effort, I could only catch three or four. Runtu's father could catch dozens of them in a short time, put them in fork bags, scream and hit them. I once asked him the reasons for gains and losses, and he just laughed quietly and said: You are too impatient and have no time to wait for it to come to the middle.

I don’t know why my family sent me to a private school, which is also known as the most severe school in the city. Maybe it was because he destroyed the mud wall by pulling out polygonum multiflorum, maybe because he threw the bricks to the Liang family in the next room, maybe because he jumped down from the railing of the stone well... there is no way of knowing. In short: I won’t be able to go to Baicao Garden very often. Ade, my crickets! Ade, my raspberries and magnolias!

Go out to the east, walk less than half a mile, cross a stone bridge, and you will find my husband’s home. Enter through a black oiled bamboo door, and the third room is the study room. There is a plaque hanging in the middle saying: Sanwei Bookstore; below it is a painting, which shows a very fat sika deer lying under an old tree. There was no Confucius tablet, so we saluted the flat and the deer. The first time is to worship Confucius, and the second time is to worship Mr.

When I saluted for the second time, my husband responded kindly to the side. He is a tall, thin old man with gray beard and hair, and wears big glasses. I respect him very much, because I have long heard that he is a very upright, simple and knowledgeable person in this city.

I don’t know where I heard it from, but Dongfang Shuo was also very knowledgeable. He knew a kind of insect called "Weird". I really want to know this story in detail, but Chang doesn't know it because she is not knowledgeable after all. Now that I have the opportunity, I can ask Mr.

"Sir, what's going on with this 'weird' bug?..." I asked hurriedly when I was about to step down after taking the exam.

"I don't know!" He seemed very unhappy, with an angry look on his face.

I realized that students should not ask about these things. As long as they study, because they are profound scholars, they will never not know. This is often the case with people who are older than me. I have met this several times.

I just read, practice calligraphy at noon, and have classes in the evening. My husband was very strict with me in the first few days, but later he got better. However, he gradually read more books to me, and gradually added more words to his lectures, from three words to five words, and finally to seven words.

There is also a garden behind Sanwei Bookstore. Although it is small, you can climb up the flower bed there to break plum blossoms, and look for cicadas to shed on the ground or on the sweet-scented osmanthus trees. The best job is to catch flies and feed ants, quietly and without making any sound.

However, too many classmates came to the garden for too long, and that was not enough. The teacher shouted in the study: -

"Where have everyone gone?"

< p> People walked back one by one; it was not possible to go back together. He has a ruler, but he doesn't use it often. He also has a rule of kneeling as punishment, but he doesn't use it often. He just stares a few times and says loudly: -

"Read!"

----------------------------------"From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Bookstore"