顾晓军小说•一卷：大爱
中秋的黄昏。
夕阳，将余晖撒进军区歌舞团的大院。
天空，湛蓝湛蓝。天边的云彩，被灿烂的夕光，渲染得无比瑰丽。
花坛前，那条便道上，映着美丽的晚霞。
他，同往常一样，缓缓地、推着她，走进霞光；她的脸上，始终挂着那满足的笑容。
他，慢慢地停下推车，又给她整了一整衣裳；这，才微喘着，在花坛的石沿上，坐下。
鲜花，在他的身后，开成绚丽、与浪漫！
几乎，每天的这一时段……他，都要推着她，出来透一透新鲜的空气……多少年了，从未间断过。
她，是他从战场上捡来的；他，只知道：她是一个日本小姑娘。
往事，如烟、如山岚。
他，下意识地捋了捋胡须；陷入，深深的回忆。
……
那是整整六十年前，一九四五年的八月十五日。
日本裕仁天皇，宣布：日本国，战败、投降。
上级要求他们：立即，就地受降、缴敌人的械！
可，他们部队所面对的那部分鬼子，不服；拒不缴械、投降……没有办法，只好：打！
那，也是一个黄昏。
残阳，如血，染红了天边的云彩。
部队，围住了小鬼子的据点。
接连，派上去两个爆破小组；可，四位战友，全都不幸倒下了。
第三爆破组要出发时，他抢下了爆破组长的炸药包，只丢下一句话：“你家里有老娘……”
他，冲进了枪林弹雨。
碉堡炸开了，鬼子消灭了；打扫战场时，他捡到了这个日本小姑娘。
烟岚……终将散尽；然而，有些东西，却是挥之不去的。
为啥，要收养这个日本小姑娘？
他，望着天、望着云，望着来来去去的风……无数次，问过自己；但，百思不得其解。
按说：他，参军，是为了报仇！
……
一九四一年。
鬼子，发动“秋季大扫荡”，实行“烧光、杀光、抢光”的“三光”政策。
那，也是一个秋日的黄昏。
天空，被烧得彤红、彤红。
鬼子，将粮食，抢走了；把村庄，点着了。
他的爸爸、妈妈和一个仅有5岁的小妹妹，在火海中，哭喊着、挣扎着……最后，全都离开了人间。
当时，他只有一个愿望：参军，打鬼子！报仇、雪恨！
……
可，为啥又要收养这个日本小姑娘呢？
想来想去，他觉着：也许，是参军后，受到了教育；也许，是咱中国人，天性宽厚。
解放后，他调到了军区歌舞团。
安定下来后，他回了趟老区，把一直寄养在老乡家里的这个日本小姑娘，接到了身边。
小姑娘，天性能歌善舞。团里，又正巧缺少小演员；他，就让她参了军，安排在舞蹈队……一边读书，一边学跳舞。
……
那时候，真幸福！
他，望着绚丽的晚霞，想着年轻时的浪漫。
那时，他找了个很有文化的大姑娘。
他俩，都喜欢这个日本小姑娘，都希望：她快快地长大，长成一个漂亮的大姑娘，成为一名优秀的舞蹈演员。
可，不幸打碎了他的愿景。
这日本小姑娘，在一次很平常、很平常的排练中，摔了一下；不知怎么，竟昏厥过去。
他，只好把小姑娘接回来，一边工作、一边照料她。
他那对象，对此很不满；最后，只好分手了。
一月、两月、三月……一年、两年、三年……不知为啥？小姑娘，竟一直没有苏醒过来。
岁月，如水流淌。
不知不觉，就到了文化大革命……他，靠边站了。
有人贴大字报，责问：他和这日本小姑娘，究竟是什么关系……一男一女，住在一起……算咋回事？
他，就去问造反派的头头：可不可以让他们结婚？
造反派的头头，也觉着挠头，心想：若是，真把个植物人交出来，谁愿去照料？于是，就同意他们结婚了。
这样，小姑娘就成了他的爱人。
女儿也罢、爱人也罢，把她照顾好，这才是真的……他想：精诚所致，金石为开。
他期待着：在自己的精心照料、精心护理下，她会在某一天的早晨；突然，苏醒过来。
每天。他，给她喂水、喂饭，把屎、把尿，擦洗、按摩……
他，喜欢：忙完之后，点上一支烟；独自，守着她……他，并不懂得：这，就是一种情调。但，他很在意这种感觉。
他觉着：虽然，小姑娘只能依靠自己；而，自己不也只有她作伴吗？有了她，才象是一个家哟。
七十年代，中日建交了。不少战时遗弃在中国的日本妇女、孤儿，都回到了日本。
他，将她的情况，也向上面作了汇报。可，左等右等，没有等到结果。
不少人，都在背后议论他，说他真是：没事，找事！最终，耽误了自己的终身大事。
他，也知道别人的看法；但，只是笑笑，并不辩解。
八十年代。他离休了，就一心一意地照料她。
他，习惯充满爱意地望着她，看她甜甜的熟睡的样子，看她睡梦中脸上还挂着的满足的笑容。
这时，他也会很满足。
他猜想：幸福，大概就是这样的。
他觉着：她，是无助的，可也是美丽的！
他，不喜欢别人称她“你老伴”，更不准别人叫她“小日本”。
他，早已习惯了，叫她“小姑娘”；自然，希望别人也这么叫。
他，为什么不把她当作“老伴”？而把她当作“小姑娘”……没有人知道。
如今。他，老了。树老根多，人老话多。
他喜欢跟老战友们唠叨：看，咱的小姑娘，皮肤多细嫩、多光鲜，跟从前几乎一样。
其实，这只是他的感觉；一晃，“小姑娘”亦已六十出头了。
他还喜欢向别人炫耀：看，咱的小姑娘，身上从来没有生过褥疮；肌肤富有弹性，没有丝毫萎缩的感觉。
确实，他将小姑娘照料得很好；几十年了，很不易。
但，他毕竟太老了，已经有些力不从心了。
有时，他会将过去，与现在混淆；有时，又会把幻觉，当成现实。
他，也感觉到：自己，老了。
因此，他很害怕：怕哪一天，一觉睡过去、再也不会醒来；而他的小姑娘，会因此遭罪。
为这事，他多次找过团领导。
尽管，团领导一再向他保证：一定会派个合适的人，好好照料小姑娘。可，他还是希望：在他走之前，小姑娘能够苏醒过来。
他，时常会，疼爱地望着小姑娘……久久、久久地发呆。
中秋的黄昏。
夕阳，已在不知不觉中悄悄地下山了。
天空，海蓝海蓝。天边的云彩，被那已下山的夕阳的回光返照，渲染得无比绚丽。
暖暖的霞光，照在他的身上、脸上……他，仿佛睡着了。
其实。他，已走完了漫漫的人生路；悄悄地，离开了这个世界。
他不放心的小姑娘，幸许感受到了――他爱的召唤，那已丧失了几十年的意识；此刻，竟然渐渐苏醒……她的手指，微颤着；她的嘴巴，呢喃着；她的眼睛，聚积着泪水；而后，缓缓地溢出……
中秋的霞光，在轻轻地歌唱：唱着温馨、唱着团圆，唱着纯情、唱着真爱……也歌唱着：一个民族，以德报怨的宏大情怀！
……
团长，来了；战友们，来了；整个大院里的人，都来了……这些，演了一辈子戏、看了一辈子戏的人，都流下了眼泪。
他，身上披盖着绚丽的霞光；在中秋月夜
到来之前，安祥地睡去。
创作于 2005 年 6 月 19 日
Gu Xiaojun
novel • 01 volumes:
big love
Translator:God has eyes
Mid-Autumn Festival the evening.
Sunset, twilight Caesar Song and Dance
Ensemble of the compound to enter the area.
Sky blue. Clouds on the horizon, a
brilliant
evening light, rendering extremely
magnificent.
Flower beds before that sidewalk, and
swayed
beautiful sunset.
He, as usual, slowly pushing her into the
Rays;
always hung that satisfied smile on her
face,.
Him, slowly stop the cart, and gave her the
whole entire clothes; before Weichuan with
flower beds along the stone, and sat down.
Flowers behind his open into gorgeous and
romantic!
Almost this hour of the day ... he should
be
pushing her out through a thoroughly fresh
air ... many years, and have never stopped.
Her, he picked up on the battlefield; him,
only
to know: She is a Japanese girl.
Past, smoke, such as the Sam Rainsy.
Subconsciously stroked his beard; caught in
the
deep memories.
......
That is exactly sixty years ago, on August
15,
1945.
Japanese Emperor Hirohito announced: Japan
defeat, surrender.
Superiors ask them to: place of surrender,
pay
the enemy's armed!
May, forces them to face that part of the
devils,
dissatisfied; refused to disarm and
surrender ...
no way, had: playing!
That is a dusk.
The setting sun, such as blood, red clouds
on
the horizon.
The troops surrounded the stronghold of the
little devils.
Series, sent up two bomb squad; may, four
comrades all unfortunate fall.
The third blasting Group to departure, he
grabbed the the blasting head of explosives
package only dropped a word: "You're
at home
with his aging mother ..."
He rushed into a hail of bullets.
Bunker exploded, Devils eliminated; sweep
the
battlefield, he picked up this Japanese
girl.
Yan Lan ... eventually cleared; However,
something is lingering.
Why, adoption of the Japanese girl?
Him, and looking up to heaven, looking at
the
cloud, looked at the wind come and go ...
many
times asked yourself; but baffled.
Supposedly: He, join the army, in order to
take
revenge!
......
In 1941.
Devils, launched Autumn raids, the
implementation of the "burn all, kill
all, always
steal" "Sanko" policy of.
There is also an autumn evening.
Sky, burned Tong red Tong red.
Devils, food, robbed; village point.
His father, mother and a only a 5-year-old
girl,
in flames, crying, struggling ... Finally,
all left
the earth.
At that time, he had only one wish: to join
the
army, Da Guizi! Revenge, avenge!
......
Can, why the adoption of the Japanese girl
have
to do?
After much deliberation, he felt: Perhaps
the
army, by education; perhaps, is our Chinese
people, generous nature.
After the liberation, he transferred to the
Military Region Song and Dance Troupe.
Settle down, he Huile Tang old quarter,
this
Japanese girl has been in foster care in
fellow
home received around.
The little girl, singing and dancing
nature.
Regiment happened to the lack of young
performers; him, she had joined the
military
arrangements in the dance team ... while
reading, while learning to dance.
......
At that time, true happiness!
Him, looking at the beautiful sunset,
thinking
about a young man's romantic.
At that time, he found a young lady is very
cultural.
They, like the Japanese girl, want: her
hurry to
grow up, grow into a beautiful young lady,
to
become a good dancer.
May, unfortunately broken his vision.
This little girl in Japan
common rehearsal, fell; I do not know how,
actually fainted.
He had to the little girl then come back,
while
working, while caring for her.
His object, very dissatisfied; Finally, had
to break
up.
January, two months, March ...... a year,
two
years, three years ... I do not know why?
The
little girl, actually has not been revived.
Years, such as water flowing.
Unconsciously, on to the Cultural
Revolution ...
him to stand aside.
Someone put up a poster asked: He and this
little girl in Japan
a man and a woman living together ... count
Editor's Note?
Him, and had to ask the head of the rebels:
Can
you let them get married?
The head of the rebels, also felt
scratching their
heads, thinking: If so, I really a
vegetable pay
out, who is willing to go to take care of?
So, we
agreed that they were married.
In this way, the little girl became his
lover.
Daughter or lover worth mentioning, take
good
care of her, and this is true ... he wanted
to:
sincere due mountains.
He was looking forward to: in their own
care,
intensive care, she will be in a day in the
morning; Suddenly, revived.
Daily. Him to give her watering, feeding,
feces,
urine, scrub, massage ...
He, like: after a busy point on a
cigarette; alone,
guarding her ... he does not understand:
This is
a mood. But, he is very concerned about
this
feeling.
He felt: Although, the little girl can only
rely on
their own;, not only her companion do? With
her, like a home yo.
In the seventies, the date of the
establishment
of diplomatic relations. Many of the
wartime
Japanese women abandoned in China
have returned to Japan
Him, her situation to the above, made a
report.
Can, left and right, did not wait for the
results.
Many people talk behind him, says he is
really:
all right, look for a job! Ultimately,
delay their
marriage.
He also know the opinions of others; but
just
smiled, not excuse.
Eighties. He retired, and wholeheartedly to
take
care of her.
, Habits lovingly looked at her, look at
her sweet
sleeping like watching her sleep face still
wearing a satisfied smile.
At this time, he will be very satisfied.
He guessed: happiness is probably the case.
He felt: she is helpless and can also
beautiful!
He does not like someone called her
"your
husband", and more people are not
allowed to
call her "Little Japan".
Long been accustomed, called her
"little girl";
natural to hope that the others are so
called.
Why not take her as a "wife"? Her
as a "little
girl" ... no one knows.
Today. He is old. Old tree root and more
people
goes, more.
He likes to chatter with old comrades-in-arms:
Look, tantamount to the little girl, and
more
delicate skin, and more glamorous, almost
the
same as those before.
In fact, this is only his feeling; flash,
"the little
girl have been sixty-somethings.
He also likes to show off to others: see,
tantamount to the little girl, who had
never
given birth to bedsores; skin elasticity,
no
shrinking feeling.
Indeed, his little girl to take care of
very well;
decades, it is not easy.
But he, after all, is too old, and there
has been
insufficient.
Sometimes, he will be in the past,
confusion and
now; sometimes, they will illusion as
reality.
He also felt: own old.
Therefore, he was afraid: afraid of the
day, a nap
sleep, never to wake up; while his little
girl will
therefore suffers with.
The thing is, his numerous experiences of
finding group leaders.
Although the group leader repeatedly
assured
him: will send a suitable person to take
good
care of the little girl. Can he hope:
before he is
gone, the little girl can be revived.
Often, love looking at the little girl
...... a long
time, a long trance.
Mid-Autumn Festival the evening.
Sunset unknowingly quietly down the
mountain.
Sky, sea blue sea blue. Clouds on the
horizon, it
has been downhill sunset Huiguangfanzhao
rendered extremely brilliant.
Warm glow, according to him, his face
...... he, as
if asleep.
In fact. He has taken the long way of life;
quietly
left this world.
Assured the little girl that he did not,
fortunately Xu felt - he loves the summon,
that
has lost decades of consciousness; moment,
even
gradually waking up ... her fingers,
Vibrato; her
mouth, whispering; her eyes accumulation
tears;
then slowly overflow ...
The glow of the Mid-Autumn Festival,
singing
softly: singing warm reunion singing,
singing
innocent, singing love .... singing: a
nation
ambitious, good for evil feelings!
......
Head came; comrades, come; entire
courtyard,
to ... these speech of a lifetime play, saw
life
drama, shed tears.
His body draped covered with brilliant
rays;,
peaceful sleep before the arrival of the
Mid
Autumn Festival.
Creation on June 19, 2005
