Her feet are too small, and they can be called "three-inch golden lotus". Sometimes I worry that the breeze will blow her down. That was the foot-wrapping that hurt women in the old society. The slander said that the smaller the women's foot, the more virtuous it is.

Author: Wei Xiangsheng

Charity and handsome little-footed aunt is the best neighbor that impressed me the most.

Her feet are too small, it can be said to be " three-inch golden lotus ". Sometimes I worry that the breeze will blow her down.

That was the foot-wrapping that hurt women in the old society. The slander said that the smaller the women's football, the more virtuous it is.

She married into the Chen family, and the younger generations in the village were called "Auntie Chen", and later on, she was Grandma Chen.

In my heart, she is "Feng's sister-in-law" again, and only I know this title.

After the liberation, when I was in the second grade of junior high school, I was considered a literate person from the village.

In fact, there is another person who knows a lot of words. The front and back villages call him "Mr. Literacy", a rich man, and he does not answer with the common people.

One day, the little-footed aunt came to my house twist and said, "Second son, can I write me a letter?"

At that time, I couldn't say clearly how many words I knew, for fear that I couldn't write well, so I suggested that she find the "literate gentleman". The aunt shook her head and said, "Second son, I will recognize you, that "sir" is not our all-rounder."

The aunt is ignorant, but she can speak "literary words". She may know that I don't have much ink and always reminds me to teach me that the name at the beginning is "Kaichang Brother" and the famous at the end is "Feng's sister-in-law".

was successfully started. Soon, her "Kaichang Brother" indeed received a letter from "Feng's sister-in-law". She twisted and twisted to my house and said, "Second son, I've written a letter, I'll write, I'll write to the aunt soon."

At that moment, I felt very accomplished.

Just like that, I became a regular letter writer and letter writer for the aunt.

Feng's sister-in-law naturally became a writing style for the format of the letter.

Her maiden name is Feng, and she is the brother and sister-in-law of the "virtuous brother".

She is the widow of a martyr, and her "virtuous brother" is an officer of the People's Liberation Army. Since her husband died, her children have been young and she regards her "virtuous brother" as a support.

should be around 1947, the " Returning to Hometown " was often harassed and destroyed in the liberated areas of northern Jiangsu. Feng's sister-in-law's husband, Chen Jiang, a member of the Communist Party of China, was arrested by the enemy.

One day in autumn and summer, the "National Army" swept to Xinyuan Town. Local reactionary forces took the opportunity to publicly execute Chen *jiang. Feng's sister-in-law carried the reed mat tube to collect the body, and the motivation to save her husband, twisted the "Three-inch Golden Lotus" and rushed to the entrance of the streets of Xinyuan Town. She saw a team of "National Army" men, escorting her husband to the execution ground in the south of the street, preparing to execute the firing.

She appeared bravely in front of the officer riding a military horse, shouting loudly: Mr. Officer, the person you want to shoot is my husband, the world is injustice, all the family members are making trouble. During the anti-Japanese war, you fought shoulder to shoulder and defeated the Japanese. Why are you fighting again in civil war? The Chinese are fighting the Chinese, it’s wronged... The ordinary woman who illiterally heard tears and was wise and brave, and her accusations shocked the world and wept ghosts and gods.

Heavenly spirit, earthly spirit, heaven and earth have spirit. At this moment, a dark cloud suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by the thunderstorm, and the officer of the "National Army" stopped. I don't know if he was his conscience or was afraid of the heavenly expelling, so he hurriedly said, "Old lady, go home, don't kill, don't kill, your man should be our "porter" in the army."

After saying that, in the storm, a team of horses turned east and took the "porter" to Qingjiangpu.

Aunt Feng took the reed mat and went home, and she temporarily saved the man's life.

She came to my house to tell me the story, and she said and cried, and we cried together.

At that time, I was probably 9 years old.

Since then, Feng's sister-in-law came to my house every now and then to tell her mother that the most I heard was "I wonder how he is?" And "Is he still alive?"

After a few days, suddenly one day, Feng's aunt cried and told her death that the man was gone, and my "sky" collapsed (in the old days of women called her husband "sky").

She told my mother that she received a report and knew all the things that her husband was killed. The landlords were so cruel that they followed the "National Army" to Qingjiangpu, and in front of the "National Army", they said, "Chen * Jiang is the Communist Party...", and then the National Army handed him over to the "Returning Homes Corps".

At the gate of Qingjiangpu, in the call of "Long live the Communist Party", Communist Party member Chen Jiang was pushed into the Grand Canal that rolled eastward from the high ground of the gate by the executioner.

After the liberation, Aunt Feng enjoyed the treatment of a martyr's widow.

As I grow older, my little feet seem to be getting smaller and smaller. I will visit her house often and take the initiative to write letters to her "Kaichang Brother", and the ending is still "Feng's sister-in-law".

When I entered Qingjiangpu to study, the aunt was so happy, even more excited than me.

seemed to see a kind of hope, and rushed to my house and said, "Second son, how far is Qingjiangpu from the gate?"

I told her in detail. The gate entrance is Qingjiangpu. I arrived after crossing Huajie. When I saw the "Ruofei Bridge" was the gate entrance.

She grabbed my hand and said earnestly, "Be good, good second son, I have hope. The aunt can't walk and can't touch it. It depends on you. I often go to the gate gate for me to see your uncle and tell me when I come back."

The aunt said seriously and seriously, your uncle is still at the gate of the gate, he has not left, he is walking on the corpse, and what is retaining the heroic soul, he is always at the gate of the gate.

I particularly understand that aunt is not superstitious, but an interpretation of the highest level of life.

Although she is illiterate, she may be more literate than a literate person.

Every time I go home from Qingjiangpu, I must visit her and tell my aunt that I have visited the old man. I also said that the Dazhakou is now a prosperous place in Qingjiangpu, and it is warm and peaceful.

The aunt was so excited that she burst into tears.

She always stuffed me two cooked eggs.

Since her husband died, people often see the aunt slightly change her original outfit, with a white towel on her head, which is an expression of memorial and memorializing her husband. She has another living habit. She often quietly leans on a thick tree trunk in front of the door with a basket, thinking about the east, imagining the entrance of the big gate, thinking about the white melon that her husband loves to eat in the basket.

Later, the aunt's longing for her husband gradually sublimated to an unconscious political height.

Once, she trembled and wrapped me a small red cloth.

I touched it and there were still two eggs inside, and paper substances.

The aunt told me that she used the money to stack the money into 30 peace doves, which has three meanings. First, that 30 is a memory of her 30 years of separation from her husband. Although the money is superstition, it is a symbol and a blessing to the heroic soul of the Dazhakou. She hopes that her husband will live a rich life. As for the dove of peace, she said that the two sides of the Taiwan Strait were originally a family, and the family was harmonious and everything was prosperous. The past grudges and grudges have been turned over. Peace is the aunt's wish.

She asked me to go to the gate and quietly release the "peace dove" to the Grand Canal , and put one at a time, a few, and a long flow of water, flowing to the Changjiang Yellow River , flowing to Penghu, Taiwan, and to the corners of the world.

I faithfully fulfilled the aunt's sustenance.

Every time I go home, I will give the aunt a reward, not to want to eat eggs, but to give a "pension" to the heart of a martyr's widow.

The aunt has passed away, but the "memory" of "Feng's sister-in-law" has become the "byte" that I can never erase in my mind.

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Wei Xiangsheng , from Siyang, Jiangsu Province, born on June 30, 1937.

Retired employees of Huaian Power Supply Bureau of State Grid. senior engineer , Chinese Electrical Engineering Society , Jiangsu Writers Association , Chinese Electric Power Writers Association , Chinese Electric Power Writers Association member.

spends his old age in Shenzhen with his children.

Shenzhen volunteers.

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