The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

The beginning of summer in Nagasaki is always difficult, and the rain all year seems to be concentrated in summer.

So about the memories of childhood, there are rain, humidity, and my brother Mochizuki Saburo.

My mother died when I was three years old, after giving birth to her fifth child.Brother Saburo said that it was because she gave birth to too many children, and every time she gave birth to a child, she had to share a part of her life. When the fifth sister was born, the mother had already divided her little life.

I said, "But Mrs. Hezi next door has given birth to six children and is still alive and well."

My brother looked at me: "Haruko, aren't you sad that your mother is dead?"

I nodded and answered my brother: "Sad, but not as sad as my father."

At the mother's funeral, the father cried and passed out several times in front of the crowd, the eldest brother and the second brother couldn't stand up crying, and the little sister was held in the arms of the wet nurse, crying too, but since she was born, nothing but eating and drinking It's not unusual to cry even when you sleep.

Therefore, my elder brother Saburo and I were set off by our brothers and sisters, which was too different.

My brother said: "Mother doesn't love us, she only loves my father, and she kept having children just to win back my father's heart."

I was also asked why I didn’t cry, and I was as honest as Brother Sanlang, and answered honestly: “I rarely see my mother, and my mother doesn’t seem to like me.”

Although she gave birth to me, she doesn't love me.

Mother is such a strange person.

Probably because I was still young at that time, only to be hugged and cried by the questioning aunt: "No, Haruko, Zhuhui loves you, please...please don't hate her, your mother is just too sweet. Tired, she just put all her expectations on your father, but, Haruko, she loves you... there is no doubt about it!"

I just think that elder brother Saburo seems to be telling the truth. Mother loves father, so she keeps giving birth to children for the person she loves. After all, my wet nurse always said that Haruko will be a great woman when she grows up—— — Be like your mother, and have extra children for your future husband.

This seems to be the only thing that a woman can do.

"Women are great," said the wet nurse. "Only women can bear children and continue the family."

I think what the wet nurse said is very reasonable, but I also wonder why, in this case, why there has never been a great woman in the Mochizuki family.

Obviously the whole family was born by a woman, but the girl will marry out and change her surname when she grows up. I really couldn't understand it when I was young.

Because of her young age, although she did not shed tears at her mother's funeral, it was only said that Miss Si of Mochizuki's family was a freak.

Brother Saburo was already six years old at that time. He was locked in a confinement room by the elders in his family. It was half a month after seeing his brother again. At that time, his father, who fainted several times from crying at his mother's funeral, had already taken a new woman. enter the door.

The wet nurse thought I didn't understand anything, and said bluntly when chatting with the maid: "The two boys brought in should be the master's own children."

But to me, these are indifferent things, anyway, I don't see my father once or twice more than my mother.

Therefore, throughout my childhood and adolescence, the only relative in my life who accompanied me was my elder brother Saburo Mochizuki.

When I was a child, I felt that time passed very slowly. The most common thing I did every day was to lie on the porch with my brother and survive the humid summer year after year.

One summer, I didn't know what kind of illness I had, and the high fever persisted. The doctor told my father to prepare for my funeral.

The maids who took care of me seemed to have noticed that there was no future for this young lady who followed me. When I was struggling to drink water in the middle of the night, they had already hidden to sleep.

It was my elder brother who brought the water. He was already 14 years old at that time. He stroked my face and asked me, "Haruko, can you not die."

His tears fell on my face, my brother who didn't even cry when his mother died, cried and begged me: "Haruko, please live... For me, only you are my family..."

That night, facing my brother's grief, I could only say "too hot", as if I was going to die of heat.So my 14-year-old brother picked me up and walked towards the mountain. I don't know how long he walked. The temperature in the mountain is cold and comfortable for me.My elder brother kept walking, calling my name every few minutes. In the end, he walked all night with my back on his back, and was not found until he reached the shrine in the mountains in the early morning.

My brother was reprimanded by my father for this, but it seemed that the gods really heard my brother’s prayer. When I arrived at the shrine, my fever had subsided, so my father also gave my brother a dubious reprimand, and did not punish him.

He even said with a sigh: "Qingzi, Saburo, then you can live well."

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Haruko's eloquence is better than most people's. In just a few paragraphs, Shaoting listened to her tell about her childhood with Mochizuki Saburo.

When she told the story, she didn't have any emotions, whether it was sadness or nostalgia, nothing, but in a cold tone, as if the temperature in the mountains was cold in that summer.

Shaoting didn't know what to say, and he didn't know why he had to tell him these things.

Shen Lingjun was blunt, and said bluntly: "When your brother was young, he seemed to be a normal person."

Shao Ting was speechless, and said in a rescuing way: "The relationship between you brothers and sisters is so good."

"If the story only ends here, do you think this is an interesting novel?"

Haruko asked suddenly.

The question was thrown suddenly, and Shao Ting had no choice but to answer objectively: "Looking at the author's writing skills, it may not be a good short story."

Haruko shook her head, and she said in a strange way, as if she was telling someone else's story: "Mr. Qianfeng, if you want to write a novel that can attract people to read, such a story is too plain. .So, if my life is a novel, I hope that... it will end at the age of 11 on a hot summer night."

"But the gods also think that the ending of such a novel is too clichéd. Four years later, on the eve of joining the army and leaving, he once said to me: Haruko, it is very hard for a girl to marry. If you don't want to, then you can marry your brother." Let's live this life together."

"Then in 1920, following in the footsteps of my elder brother, I joined the army as a medical nurse and left Japan to go to the front line. Over the same period, I recruited more than [-] medical nurses."

"But it's only in name to recruit female nurses with the army."

Having said this, Haruko paused.

Shen Lingjun fell silent, and couldn't bear to look at Yue Qingzi anymore. Shaoting hadn't reacted yet, but saw the slender girl in front of her, who seemed to be no more than 22 or [-] years old, and her eyes were reddened in an instant.

"These girls actually have other uses."

Shao Ting's heart skipped a beat, and she heard her voice clearly say: "There are more than [-] female nurses accompanying the army. In addition to serving as medical soldiers during the war, they can also serve as accompanying military prostitutes to help our soldiers adjust their mental disorders and other problems."

Shaoting was completely stunned, because of this huge almost absurd sorrow, he faced the misfortune in history - the person who only existed in the textbook was right opposite him, and the shock brought by reading and seeing and hearing with his own eyes was far away. far can not be compared.

In just an instant, sorrow swept down like a monstrous flood and drowned him.

He had nothing to say for a while, and opened his mouth, but before the words came out, tears had already fallen.

Miss Haruko wiped her eyes, pushed the tissue in front of her, and said softly and sadly: "Don't pity and sympathize with me, most of the girls who were at the same age as me didn't survive, I can still sit still It is very fortunate to be here to tell you these things."

"Even my elder brother taught me a lesson for me when I came back alive. This is the dedication I should make as a woman for the glory of our country and for the soldiers who defend the country."

Shao Ting said word by word: "Then you can ask Mochizuki Saburo to do this, not only women can dedicate themselves, but also a man, he must be very happy."

"I'm sorry." Haruko suddenly apologized, "I didn't come to see you to express hatred, but I always feel that if it were you, the story about me could be told to you."

"I'm very sorry." Haruko pulled out an envelope from her bosom and pushed it to the young man opposite, "Without your permission, I transferred the novels written by Mr. The "Day of the Great Way" written by my husband was translated into Japanese, and printed privately in the name of establishing a book club, organized a women's rights organization, and also collected funds from rich wives to solve the living problems of some poor women."

After saying this, Haruko quietly looked at the young author opposite, waiting for his reprimand, forgiveness, or relief.

Then she waited for a word.

The too-young writer didn't answer the matter of translating the novel and printing it. He just said to her, "Miss Haruko, you did nothing wrong. Your military government should apologize to you."

Tears fell suddenly, and tears flowed all over her face after many years. She covered her mouth and changed from a hard stone statue to an ordinary girl in the world.

It turned out that after so many years, what she wanted to wait was always this sentence.

"It's great to see your novel." Haruko said, "I hope you will continue to write in the future."