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Excerpt from My Grandfather Zhang Shenfu by Chinese-American writer LeslieT Chang.

"1When Japan surrendered in August, 945, my family lived in Chongqing. The government's primary task is to restore the industrial infrastructure developed in Northeast China at that time. My grandfather, his friend and colleague Sun, was assigned to supervise the acceptance of Northeast Mining's return to China. One of the main assets, coal mine, is in Fushun, a remote county. It is not only the largest open-pit coal mine in China, but also the largest open-pit coal mine in the world at that time.

This is a dangerous task. The war is over, but another war has just begun. The conflict between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, which was barely restrained in wartime, became public, and North China became the main battlefield. * * * has the upper hand: At the end of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, Soviet troops entered the northeast. With their assistance, * * * guerrillas quickly moved to the northeast, taking control of the territory and munitions left by the Japanese retreat. Being located on the other side of China, the Kuomintang army could not quickly return to the northeast in Chongqing, the wartime headquarters.

Originally, Sun was appointed to be in charge of Fushun Coal Mine, but he said he had something else to do and recommended my grandfather to take his place. This task must be destiny takes a hand for my grandfather. Finally, there is a task for him to pay for his unfinished ambitions in this life: studying abroad, mining expert, northeast wanderer and patriot. Grandfather accepted the task, but he didn't tell his grandmother where he was going. On his way out of Chongqing, he stopped at the high school where his daughter and my aunt Ai Lei were boarding and said goodbye to her. Ai Lei is fifteen years old and doesn't care much about it; When she was this age, her father always left home to work elsewhere.

1946 65438+1On October 7th, grandpa came to Shenyang, the largest city in Northeast China-returning to his hometown for the first time in fifteen years. An old friend named Dong, then the mayor of Shenyang, warned his grandfather to be careful. "You are from Chongqing," Dong Dui said. "You don't know what's going on." Another contact from the Soviet Union also reminded my grandfather to be careful. The Soviets told him that he should wait until the security situation in Fushun improved and stabilized. My grandfather stayed in Shenyang for a week.

Then there was a rumor that he was afraid: he came to Shenyang all the way, but he dared not do anything. 1946 65438+1October 14 in the morning, the boss of the Northeast Economic Commission called to inquire about this shelved task. My grandfather was very angry at the suggestion that he was timid. On the same day, he took six mining engineers and several local railway guards to Fushun mining area. When they arrived at the mine, they actually became "prisoners" and were taken care of by the relevant personnel. They accomplished nothing in two days. 1946 65438+1October 16 in the morning, my grandfather and his party were still being watched and boarded the train back to Shenyang. At about nine o'clock that night, armed soldiers boarded the train on an abandoned platform in the west of Fushun city. They ordered my grandfather and his colleagues to get off and take them to a nearby valley. On that dark winter night, in the northeast wilderness, the soldiers stabbed them to death with bayonets.

My grandfather said a few words when he died, according to the newspaper at that time. "I was sent by the central government," he said. "I gave my life for my country and have no regrets."

In Chongqing, there is no news. One day, my grandmother went to the temple to tell her husband's fortune. Temple pilgrims throw two sticks, which fall to form a specific combination, and then draw a bamboo stick with numbers printed on it. This number corresponds to a kind of fate, which is expressed in a usually vague poem. There are good and bad life, from the best "up" to the worst "down" signs.

On that day, my grandmother's life was "signed". The meaning of that poem was so obvious that my father, who was only ten years old at that time, always remembered it clearly. Sixty years later, he could recite it to me verbatim: "I lost my rudder while sailing, and now I am still looking for it in the sea." If you find the original thing, it will take a lot of time and trouble. "

In Shenyang, there is a rumor that my grandfather and six of his colleagues were killed. Grandpa's friend Dong is the mayor of Shenyang. He received a phone call from the Soviet commander in the area. Dong went to the headquarters. Forty years later, he recalled the scene in his memoirs: "I saw a truck parked in the middle of the yard with a coffin wrapped in black cloth." I jumped on the truck and opened the coffin; There is no doubt that this is the House of God. He is still wearing the dark blue Chinese tunic suit that I made with him in Peiping (Beijing). He was stabbed eighteen times. "

Grandpa's body was washed and photos were taken: he saw many knife wounds and ligature marks on his arm. His coffin was sent to Guandi Temple in Shenyang and stayed for three months for public viewing. Dong wrote: "The bloody clothes he wore when he was stabbed 18 times were hung in the temple for people to watch" and "to strengthen his grief and hatred for the enemy". Photos of his body were widely circulated for propaganda purposes. When the news of grandfather's assassination broke out in February 1946, a large number of China students demonstrated in major cities, demanding that Soviet troops withdraw from northeast China. In Chongqing, nearly 20,000 students protested against the assassination and Soviet forces in Northeast China. Half a world away in Fulton, Missouri, Churchill made a famous speech behind the Iron Curtain on March 5 of that year, and cited the evil deeds of the Soviet Union in the Northeast to prove its ulterior motives.

The mystery of this murder case has never been solved. The Kuomintang insisted on killing my grandfather and his team to show that the Kuomintang government should not set foot in the northeast. And * * * is the assassination directed by the Kuomintang in order to arouse opposition to * * *. The Soviet Union accused local hooligans of assassination. No one will admit to murdering a group of unarmed civilians-this cowardly act seems to be a typical political skill of China people. The purpose is not obvious, but the intention is clear-the past war is over, a new war has begun, and grandpa's death is only the beginning of many subsequent killings.

My grandfather's children still remember hearing the bad news. One winter afternoon, their mother was called out by a friend She came back, went into her bedroom and began to cry loudly. The children heard her voice. Then she went out of the room, gathered the children around her and told them that their father had been killed. "Don't worry," said their mother. "I'm here." She also told the children that they would never see her cry again.

After my grandfather died, my grandmother began to take part in public activities-in some ways, the wide stage is very suitable for her strong personality. She was elected to the National Assembly and stayed in Nanjing for a long time. She once sold coal to support her family. She kept her promise: the children never saw her cry again. But her hair turned white, and she started smoking, smoking very hard. Overnight, in the eyes of children, she became old. The inscription in the temple is really accurate on this point: "If you look for the original, it will take time and effort."

Grandma Sun said that my grandpa's friends who didn't go to Fushun 1949 defected to * * *, and later joined the Revolutionary Committee of the Chinese Kuomintang. Many years later, my father told me that he got another message from Sun: "Sun sent me a Christmas card after I came to the United States to work for IBM. He said he wanted to see me next time I came to Beijing. I haven't seen him. I refused to see him. "