Articles commemorating the death of Lu Xun, friends.

1935 10 month/day. There is a long table in Mr. Lu Xun's living room. This long table is black. The paint is not very new, but it hasn't worn out either. There is no tablecloth on the table. Only a mung bean blue vase with several big leaves grows in the vase. There are seven or eight wooden chairs around the long table. Especially at night, there is no sound in the whole alley.

That night, Mr. Lu Xun and Mr. Xu and I sat at the long table drinking tea. I talked a lot about the puppet Manchukuo that night, from nine o'clock after dinner to ten o'clock and then to eleven o'clock. I've always wanted to quit and let Mr. Lu Xun go to bed early, because I can see that Mr. Lu Xun is in poor health, and I heard from Mr. Xu that Mr. Lu Xun has had a cold for more than a month, which is just right. But Mr. Lu Xun doesn't look tired. Although there is also a cane chair in the living room to lie down on, we advised him to sit on it for a rest several times, but he didn't go and still sat in the chair. Once I went upstairs and wore a fur robe.

I can't remember what Mr. Lu Xun said that night. Maybe what I remember is not what I said that night, but what I said later. It began to rain at eleven o'clock, and the rain pattered on the glass window, which had no curtains, so I turned around and saw a stream flowing down the glass window. It's late at night and it's raining. I am very anxious. I stood up several times to leave, but Mr. Lu Xun and Mr. Xu repeatedly said that I would sit down again. There will always be a car before twelve o'clock. "So I sat until nearly twelve o'clock, put on my raincoat and opened the ringing iron gate outside the living room. Mr. Lu Xun had to be sent outside the iron gate. I thought, why does he have to send it to such a young guest? Is this the right way to send it? Rain won't wet your hair, won't you continue to catch a cold? Standing outside the iron gate, Mr. Lu Xun pointed to the big sign with the word "tea" next door and said, "Remember this word" tea "next time, it is next door to this" tea "." I reached out and almost touched the word' nine' nailed next to the door. Next time, remember the number nine next to tea. "

So I stepped out of the alley with a square piece of cement and turned around to have a look in the yard. Mr. Lu Xun's row of houses is all black. If I didn't tell you so clearly, I'm afraid I won't remember next time.

Mr. Lu Xun's bedroom, a big bed with an iron frame, is covered with a white embroidered quilt made by Mr. Xu himself, and there are two quilts stacked on one side of the bed, both of which are thick, which are made of flowered foreign cloth. There is a chest of drawers beside the door. There is a square table on the left hand side of the door, with rattan chairs on both sides, and a wardrobe standing in the corner of a row of square tables. The wardrobe used to hang clothes, and there were very few clothes, all of which were candy boxes, biscuit barrels and melon seeds cans. Once the boss's wife came to get the copyright stamps, and Mr. Lu Xun took them out of the big drawer at the bottom of the wardrobe. Walking along the corner to the window, there is a decorative table. There is a square glass fish pond on the table, which is covered with green grass. Instead of goldfish, it is a gray flat-bellied fish. There is a round table by the fish pond, and the rest are all books. There are books in the bookcase at the end of the iron bed near the window. Finally, Mr. Lu Xun's desk is also full of books. Mr. Lu Xun doesn't have a sofa at home, from upstairs to downstairs. The chair that Mr. Lu Xun takes to work is hard, so is the chair that goes downstairs to accompany the guests.

Mr. Lu Xun's desk is facing the window, and the window of Shanghai Lane House is almost as big as the wall. Mr. Lu Xun shut up because he has the habit of working. He is afraid of blowing, the paper moves when the wind blows, and he is always on guard against the paper running, so the article can't be written well. So the room was as hot as a steamer, and Mr. Lu Xun was invited downstairs, but he refused. Lu Xun's habit is not to change places. Sometimes the sun shines in, and Mr. Xu refuses to persuade him to move the table. Just sweating all over. Mr. Lu Xun's desk was covered with a blue plaid paint cloth, and the four corners were pressed with thumbtacks. There is a small inkstone on the table, a piece of ink, and a writing brush on the penholder. The pen holder is made of porcelain, which is not very detailed in my opinion. It is a turtle with several holes in its back, and the pen is inserted in that hole. Mr. Lu Xun mostly uses a writing brush, and a pen is not without it. It's kept in the drawer. There is a big white porcelain ashtray on the table with a teacup with a lid on it.

Mr. Lu Xun's habits are different from others. The materials and letters for writing articles are all on the table, which is full. Almost only the writing place can hold his hand, and half of the other tables are occupied by books or paper. There is a desk lamp with a green lampshade in the corner of the table on the left. The light bulb is installed horizontally, which is a common desk lamp in Shanghai.

When eating upstairs in winter, Mr. Lu Xun personally pulled the wire to pull the lamp from the lamp holder at the top of the shed, and then installed the light bulb. After dinner, Mr. Xu connected the wire back. This is how Mr. Lu Xun's desk lamp was made, dragging a long wire on the roof. Most of Mr. Lu Xun's articles were written under this lamp. Because most of Mr. Lu Xun's working hours start at one or two in the middle of the night, and it will clear up in one day. This is the case in the bedroom. There is an oil painting of a one-month-old baby of Yinghai's son hanging on the wall. The back floor next to the bedroom is full of books, which is not very neat. This room is mixed with newspapers and magazines or books in dresses, and it smells like paper when you walk in. The floor is so small that it is almost gone, and big baskets are piled up in books. There is a rope or wire on the wall, and a small suitcase, wire cage and the like are tied to it. Air-dried water chestnut was put in a wire cage, and the wire was almost bent. As soon as I opened the library window, a basket of dried water chestnuts hung outside.

"Come, there are many, air-dried, especially sweet." Mr. Xu said.

There was the sound of a spatula cooking in the kitchen downstairs, and two old aunts were talking slowly and heavily. The kitchen is the busiest part of the house. The whole third floor was silent, and there was no voice calling auntie or running around on the stairs. There are only five people living in the five or six houses of Mr. Lu Xun's family, three of whom belong to Mr. Lu Xun's family and the other two are elderly maids. All the guests who came were Mr. Xu who poured tea himself, that is, when he was in conflict with his aunt, Mr. Xu went downstairs to give orders and never called when he stood at the stairs. So the whole room was silent. Only the kitchen is a little more lively, the tap water is spraying, the foreign porcelain basin grinds squeaky every time it is dragged on the cement pool, and the voice of rice washing squeaks. Mr Lu Xun likes eating bamboo shoots very much. When cutting bamboo shoots and shredded bamboo shoots on the chopping board, the blade rings every time you go down. In fact, compared with other people's kitchens, it is very deserted, so the sounds of rice washing and bamboo shoots are separated. On one side of the living room, there are two bookshelves side by side. There are glass cabinets on the bookshelf, and there are complete works of foreign writers such as Dostoevsky, most of which are Japanese translations. There is no carpet on the floor, but it is clean. Childe's toy cupboard facing the sea is also in the living room. It's full of monkeys, rubber people, trains and cars, and there are countless others. Only Yinghai reached in to find something. The rabbit lamp I bought in the street on New Year's Day fell on the paper wool and was still on the top of the toy cabinet. There is only one lamp holder in the living room, about fifty candles. The back door of the living room faces the upstairs stairs. As soon as the front door opened, it was a garden the size of an abbot. There are no flowers to see in the garden. There is only a small tree seven or eight feet tall, probably a willow. In spring, he likes to plant aphids, so busy that Mr. Xu is holding a mosquito killer and spraying pesticides while playing. Along the wall, a row of corn was planted. Mr Xu said? Quot this corn won't grow, and this soil has no nutrients. It must be planted to meet the sea. "

In spring, facing the sea, we dig sand in the garden and plant all kinds of things. The third floor is particularly quiet. Two glass doors are open to the sun, and there is a prominent small porch outside the door. In spring, it's warm to touch the curtain hanging at the door. Sometimes the curtain is blown high by the wind and flutters like a big fish bubble. At this time, the green trees in the courtyard next door shone into the glass door.

Yinghai is sitting on the floor, and a small engineer is repairing a building. His building was built upside down with a chair, and then covered with a sheet as a roof tile. The whole house was completed in his own applause. This room feels a little empty and lonely, neither like a woman's room nor a child's room. The bed facing the sea is lying on one side of the room, and the huge dome curtain doesn't fight every day. Looks like it was dragged from the roof to the floor. The bed is exquisite and belongs to wood carving. Mr. Xu said that when renting this house, he was transferred from a former tenant. Yinghai and his nanny sleep in a big bed five or six feet wide. The stove burned in winter stood coldly on the floor in March. Yinghai is not playing on the third floor. Besides going to school, he rides a bike in the yard. He ran and jumped happily, running around in the kitchen, living room and second floor. The third floor is empty all day, and an old woman worker lives in the back floor of the third floor, so it is rare to go upstairs one day, so after painting the stairs, she slips away all day. 1936 In March, Mr. Lu Xun fell ill and leaned on the lounge chair on the second floor. His heart is beating harder than usual, and his face is a little gray. On the contrary, Mr. Xu's face is red, his eyes are big, his voice is calm, and his attitude is not more flustered than usual. As soon as he entered the living room downstairs, Mr Xu told him:

"Mr. Zhou is ill, panting ... very bad, he is leaning on the sofa upstairs."

Mr. Lu Xun's panting voice can be heard as soon as he enters the bedroom without going to his side. The nose and beard are fanned out and the chest droops together. With eyes closed, I almost never left my cigarette hand and gave up. Behind the cane chair, leaning against the pillow, Mr. Lu Xun's head leaned back a little and his hands hung down. My brow is still not wrinkled as usual, my face is calm and stretched, and there seems to be no pain on my body. "Come?" Mr. Lu Xun opened his eyes. "Accidentally, I caught a cold and had difficulty breathing ... I went to the house where books were collected ... the house was very cold because no one lived ... I came back ..."

Seeing that Mr. Zhou was struggling to speak, Mr. Xu quickly went on to say how Mr. Zhou was panting. The doctor saw it and took the medicine, but the asthma didn't stop. The doctor came again this afternoon and just left. At night, the bedroom gets dark bit by bit, and there is still a breeze outside. The trees in the yard next door are swaying and making a sound. Some windows of other people's homes are automatically closed by the wind, and the water pipes of every family are jingling. It must be the water left over from washing cups and plates after dinner. After dinner, it's time to go for a walk. All the friends at the meeting have left. People are walking in the alley sparsely, and the aunts are chatting with each other at the back door before taking off their aprons. The children ran in groups at the front and back doors to let the car pass through the hall. Mr. Lu Xun sat on the couch, his eyes closed quietly and motionless, and his slightly gray face was a little red by the fire in the furnace. Smoke pavilion squatting on the desk, cover, tea cups squatting on the table.

Mr. Xu walked gently on the stairs. When Mr. Xu came downstairs, Mr. Lu Xun was left sitting in a chair on the second floor, breathing, and regularly holding Mr. Lu Xun's chest high. Mr. Lu Xun will rest, as Dr. Sudo said. But since then, Mr. Lu Xun has not only had no rest, but also had more ideas in his mind. Everything he had to do seemed to be finished at once, such as proofreading "The Forest at Sea", printing Kolwitz's paintings and translating the second half of "The Dead". This happened. It all started together, and he counted 30 years of collections (that is, the complete works of Lu Xun).

Mr. Lu Xun feels that he is in poor health and has no time to pay attention to his health. He should do more and do it quickly. At that time, everyone didn't understand the meaning, and everyone thought that Mr. Lu Xun didn't rest. Later, they read the article about the death of Lu Xun.

Mr. Lu Xun knew that his health would be destroyed and his working hours would be only a few years. It doesn't matter if he dies, as long as he leaves more for mankind. Mr. Lu Xun is like this. Soon the German dictionary and Japanese dictionary were placed on the desk, and Nikolai Gogol's dead soul began to be translated again.

Mr. Lu Xun is in poor health and easily catches a cold. After catching a cold, he will accompany the guests, answer letters and proofread manuscripts as usual. So after catching a cold, it will always drag on for a month or half a month.

1winter of 935 and1spring of 936, Mr. Lu Xun has been proofreading Qu Qiubai's Maritime Forest. He wants to read the proofs of hundreds of thousands of words three times, but the proofs sent by the printing factory are always ten pages and eight pages, not all of them are sent together, so Mr. Lu Xun is constantly urged by the proofs. Mr. Lu Xun actually said:

"Look, while talking to you, look at the proof, eyes can see, ears can hear ..."

Sometimes when guests come to tell jokes, Mr. Lu Xun puts down his pen. Sometimes I say a few words ... Please sit down ... "

In the winter of 1935, Mr Xu said:

"Mr. Zhou's health is not as good as before." Once Mr. Lu Xun went to a restaurant to treat him, and he was in a good mood when he came. I still remember that time he ate a roast duck and lifted the whole duck with a big steel fork. Everyone saw that the duck was shiny and shiny, and Mr. Lu Xun also smiled. As soon as the table was full, Mr. Lu Xun went to the lounge chair, smoked a cigarette and closed his eyes. As soon as the meal was finished, someone started drinking, and everyone became confused, grabbing apples for each other, playing with each other and saying some ridiculous things. At this time, Mr. Lu Xun was sitting on the couch, his eyes closed, and silently, the tobacco in his hand curled up. Others think that Mr. Lu Xun has drunk too much!

Mr. Xu said, no.

"Mr. Zhou's body is not as good as before. After eating, he always closes his eyes and has a rest. I have never had this habit before. "

Mr. Zhou stood up from his chair, probably saying that he was drunk and let him hear.

"I don't drink much. When I was a child, my mother often mentioned how bad my father was when he drank wine. My mother said, don't drink when I grow up, don't be like my father ... so I don't drink much ... I've never been drunk ... "

Mr. Lu Xun had a good rest, changed a cigarette, stood up and took the apple to eat. The apple was gone. Mr. Lu Xun said:

"I can't compete with you. Apple robbed you."

Someone grabbed the apples that were still preserved and offered them. Mr. Lu Xun doesn't eat them, but smokes them. 1in the spring of 936, Mr. Lu Xun was in poor health, but there was nothing wrong with him. After dinner, sitting on the sofa, he always closes his eyes and calms down for a while.

Mr. Xu told me that when Mr. Zhou was in Beiping, he sometimes made a joke and jumped over with his hand on the table, but he didn't do that in recent years. Probably not as flexible as before.

Mr. Xu and I said this privately: Mr. Lu Xun didn't hear it, but he leaned back on the couch and kept silent.

Mr. Xu opened the oven door and loaded coal, which woke up Mr. Lu Xun. When Mr. Lu Xun speaks, his spirit is as usual.

Mr. Lu Xun has been sleeping in the bed on the second floor for more than a month, although asthma has stopped. But every day, especially in the afternoon, the fever is always between 38 and 39 degrees, sometimes reaching more than 39 degrees. At that time, Mr. Lu Xun's face was reddish and his eyesight was weak. He didn't eat, sleep or moan. It seems that his whole body doesn't hurt. Lying in bed and opening your eyes, sometimes lying quietly seems to be asleep and eating little tea. I've been smoking for almost a while, but now I've almost given up. I don't put the cigarette can on the bedside, but I still crouch far away on my desk. If I want to smoke one, I will ask Mr. Xu to pay. Mr. Xu has been as busy as a bee since Mr. Lu Xun fell ill. Take medicine for Mr. Lu Xun according to time, try the thermometer for Mr. Lu Xun according to time, and fill out a form sent by the doctor after the test. The form is a piece of hard paper with countless lines drawn on it. Xu teacher drew the degrees on the paper with a metric ruler. Tables stand in a row like sharp hills and sharp crystal stones. Although xu teacher paints every day, it seems to be a continuous line, but from low to high, from high to low, the higher the peak, the worse, that is, the higher the heat of Mr. Lu Xun. Most people who come to see Mr. Lu Xun don't go upstairs. In order to ask Mr. Lu Xun to have a good rest, they put the guests on Mr. Xu. There are books, newspapers and letters that xu teacher wants to read. Tell Mr. Lu Xun if necessary. If it is not necessary, put it in a place and give it to Mr. Lu Xun when he is better. However, there are still many trivial matters in this family. For example, an elderly aunt is ill and needs to take two days off. One of Yinghai's teeth was pulled out. He had to go to the dentist, but no one took him. Mr. Xu had to do it again. Yinghai studied in kindergarten, bought pencils and balls, and some temporary flower heads. He ran upstairs and said what he wanted to eat: peanut candy and milk candy. He shouted as he ran upstairs. Mr. Xu quickly grabbed him and dragged him downstairs before telling him, "Dad is sick." Then he took out his money and told his aunt that he would only buy a few pieces of sugar and not let him buy more.

Here comes the man who paid for the electric light. As soon as he knocked at the door downstairs, Mr. Xu had to run downstairs, afraid of hitting it again.

Yinghai likes listening to stories best, which is also infinite trouble. In addition to telling stories, Mr. Xu has to squeeze out some time on the long table to see the proofs that Mr. Lu Xun has not completed due to illness. During this period, Mr. Xu has to bear more than Mr. Lu Xun.

When Mr. Lu Xun was eating, he opened a single table upstairs. This is just a square table. Mr. Xu personally moved everything upstairs. Snack plates are only two inches in diameter. A plate of pea seedlings or spinach or amaranth is placed in a small dish upstairs. If it is a chicken, it is also the best piece of meat selected from the whole chicken; If it is a fish, it is also the most delicious part of the fish, so Mr. Xu picked it up and put it on the platter.

Mr. Xu is turning over the contents of the serving bowl with chopsticks on the dining table downstairs. The dishes are tender, not stems, but leaves, fish and the like. They are cooked very soft without bones and thorns. With infinite expectations and infinite demands, Mr. Xu looked at the exquisite dishes in his hand with more pious eyes than praying, and then touched the stairs and went upstairs.

I hope Mr. Lu Xun will take more bites, move chopsticks and drink more chicken soup. Chicken soup and milk are ordered by the doctor, so be sure to eat more.

Send the meal up, sometimes with Mr. Xu, and sometimes he goes downstairs to do something else. Half an hour later, he went upstairs to get the plate. This plate is full, and sometimes it just comes down. At this time, Mr. Xu's eyebrows slightly wrinkled. If there are friends around, Mr. Xu said, "Teacher Zhou is too hot to eat anything, not even tea. People are very bitter and hard. "

One day, Mr. Xu cut bread with a wavy knife and cut it on the Eight Immortals table behind the living room. While cutting, Mr. Xu said to me, "advise Mr. Zhou to eat more." Mr. Zhou said that it is useless to maintain it when people are good. "

Mr Xu then seems to ask me:

"Is this right?"

Then I send the milk bread upstairs. A bowl of cooked chicken soup was taken out of the square plate by Mr. Xu and placed on the square table behind the living room. Mr. Xu went upstairs, and the bowl of hot chicken soup on the Eight Immortals table was steaming leisurely.

Mr Xu came back from upstairs and said:

"Mr. Zhou doesn't like soup at ordinary times. When he was sick, he was even more reluctant. "

Mr Xu seems to be comforting himself.

"Miss Zhou is strong and likes to eat hard and fried, even hard rice ..."

Mr Ran Xu went upstairs and downstairs, breathing a little uneasy, sitting next to her, as if he could hear her heartbeat.

After Mr. Lu Xun started eating alone, most of the guests stopped going upstairs. They left after Mr. Xu politely reported Mr. Lu Xun's health.

Mr. Lu Xun went upstairs to sleep day by day, and slept for many days, which was unbearable. Sometimes he will ask Mr. Xu if his fever is a little low.

"Has anyone been here?"

Seeing that Mr. Lu Xun was better, he reported it one by one.

Sometimes I ask if there are any publications coming.

Mr. Lu Xun has been ill for over a month.

Prove that Mr. Lu Xun has lung disease and pleurisy. Dr. Sudo comes every day to pump out the pleural effusion for Mr. Lu Xun by injection, which has been pumped for two or three times. Why does Mr. Lu Xun know nothing about such a disease? Mr. Xu said that Mr. Zhou sometimes felt pain in his ribs, so even Mr. Xu didn't know. Mr. Lu Xun was afraid that others would know and he wouldn't be at ease. He had to see a doctor, and the doctor said to rest. Mr. Lu Xun knew that he couldn't do it.

American doctors in Fumin Hospital said that Mr. Lu Xun had lung disease for 20 years. I'm afraid it's serious this time.

The doctor made an appointment to let Mr. Lu Xun go to Fumin Hospital for a detailed examination and take an X-ray.

However, Mr. Lu Xun was forbidden to go downstairs at that time. Many days later, Mr. Lu Xun went to Fumin Hospital for examination. After taking the X-ray, I took a picture of Mr. Lu Xun's whole lung.

On the day this photo was taken, Mr. Xu showed it to everyone downstairs. The top of the right lung is black and the middle part is black. The lower half of the left lung is not good, but it is black along the side of the left lung. After that, Mr. Lu Xun's enthusiasm remained high. If this continues, it will be hard to resist.

American doctors who check the condition only check the condition and don't give medicine. He thinks medicine is useless.

Dr. Sudo, Mr. Lu Xun has known him for a long time, so he is given some antipyretics and medicines every day to stop the activities of lung germs. He said that if the lungs didn't get worse, stop here and burn naturally. People are not dangerous.

In the living room downstairs, Mr. Xu cried. Mr. Xu holds a ball of wool in his hand, which was knitted after the sweater facing the sea was removed and washed.

Mr. Lu Xun, in a state of no desire and no desire, eats nothing and thinks nothing, sleeping like sleeping. The weather is getting hotter, the doors and windows of the living room are open, and the sun is jumping in the garden outside. The sparrow flew, stopped on the oleander and called three or two times before flying away. The children in the yard are chirping and playing. The wind blew in as if it were very hot and fell on people. The weather has just sprouted from spring and turned into summer.

You can vaguely hear the voice of the old doctor talking with Mr. Lu Xun upstairs.

When guests come downstairs, they always ask, "Is Mr. Zhou better?"

As usual, Mr. Xu said, "It's still like that."

But today, I cried all over my face. He picked up the cup and poured tea for the guests, holding a handkerchief in his left hand and pressing his nose.

The guest asked, "Mr. Zhou ..."

Mr. Xu said, "No, it's because I'm narrow-minded."

After a while, Mr. Lu Xun was looking for something and asked Mr. Xu to go upstairs. Mr. Xu quickly wiped his eyes, trying to say that she wouldn't go upstairs, but looking around, no one could replace her, so he went upstairs with her unfinished wool ball.

There is an old doctor sitting upstairs and two guests are visiting Mr. Lu Xun. When Mr Xu saw them, he bowed his head and smiled shyly. She dared not go to Mr. Lu Xun, turned her back and asked him what he wanted, and then hung the thread on her hand and wrapped it in a hurry.

It was not until he saw the old doctor go downstairs that Mr Xu stood with his back to Mr Lu Xun.

Every time the old doctor leaves, Mr. Xu carries the bag to the front door for the old doctor. Mr. Xu smiled happily and quietly opened the iron gate, respectfully handed the bag to the old doctor, watched the old doctor leave, and then came in and closed the door. The old doctor went in and out of Mr. Lu Xun's home, and even his menstruation respected him. When the doctor comes down from upstairs, if she is in the middle of the stairs, she will come down to avoid it and stand by the stairs. One day, my aunt went upstairs with a cup, and the doctor upstairs came down with Mr. Xu. Aunt couldn't dodge, and she was so anxious that she knocked over all the tea in the cup. When the doctor walked by, he was out of the front door, and my aunt was still in a daze.

"Is Teacher Zhou better?"

One day when xu teacher was not at home, I asked my aunt. She said, "Who knows, the doctor came to see me every day and left quietly."

I can see that my aunt is looking forward to seeing a doctor every day.

Mr. Xu is very calm and has no disorder. Although he said that he cried in front of people once that day, what should be done should be done. The wool has been washed and dried, and the dried wool is made into jiaozi. "The sweater facing the sea is dismantled once a year, washed and then put on again. People are old, clothes are worn every year, and they are small every year. "

There was a familiar guest downstairs, and while talking, he began to use the bamboo needle in his hand.

This kind of thing is done when xu teacher is on leave. Summer begins to prepare for winter, and winter is completed in summer.

Xu teacher himself often said, "I have nothing to do."

It's very polite, but busy is real. Every meal seems to have never been eaten quietly. Want this and that after welcoming the sea; If there are guests, they will buy food temporarily in the street, without saying that they will fry in the kitchen, that is, they will put it on the table and clip it out of the dish bowl for the guests to eat. After dinner, you eat fruit again. If you eat apples, you must peel them. If you eat water chestnut, peel it off for the guests to eat. At that time, Mr. Lu Xun was not ill. In addition to knitting sweaters, Mr. Xu also sewed clothes with machines, cut out many underwear and trousers facing the sea and sewed them under the window.

As a result, Mr. Xu neglected himself and ran upstairs and downstairs every day. The clothes he was wearing were very old. After washing them too many times, the buttons were all washed out. They are all old clothes from a few years ago. In spring, Mr. Xu wore a purple satin robe, which was a gift for her to make a quilt when she was a child. To make a quilt, Mr. Xu said it was a pity, so he picked it up and made a robe. Just then, Yinghai came and winked at Mr. Xu. Don't mention it. If you mention welcoming the sea, you will be in trouble again. If it is his, he will want it. Mr. Xu wears a pair of big cotton shoes in winter, which she made herself. I still wear it in the morning and evening of February and March when it is cold.

1939, 10 months.