Life is a Game

Huiqin, my beloved wife:

I don’t know if everything is going well with you in Jinling. My father and I have arrived in San Francisco a few days ago. I don’t want to tell you in detail what I saw and heard along the way in a letter. I just feel my own insignificance and incompetence. The ship I was on departed from Guangdong Province and passed through Xiangjiang. The most Chinese on board were traffickers and their kidnapped girls. When they arrived in San Francisco, they weighed people like livestock and counted them for money. It was heartbreaking but powerless. I also wanted to join the army, but I could only hate myself for being weak and incompetent.

Calculated according to the day, when you receive the letter, it is time to leave for Guangdong Province. My father asked me to entrust you to take good care of my mother and eldest sister. The second sister has passed away, and girl Fen is lost. You must keep an eye on them after boarding the boat, so that they don't move around at will, so as not to feel hurt when they see the kidnapped girl. Although Ming and Qing are males, they are cowardly and have no opinions, and Mingzhe is always absurd and nonsense, so you still need to pay more attention to big things. I don't know if there is any news from my uncle, you don't need to worry too much, my father has already arranged for someone to meet him in Jinling, I believe you will be reunited soon.

In the past few months, I often think on the deck at night, the ship cleaves the waves, and the sound of the waves beating on the bulky hull is just a whine to my ears. In the past few months, I have only been happy when I think of you. The sea has a wide view, and I can see the sky full of stars when I look up, but they are not as dazzling as you. I miss you more and love you more and more every day.

I bought a pot of your favorite rose, just wait for the winter snow to melt and the spring to bloom. When you arrive, it will bloom for you.

Li Mingyi December 17

Huiqin my love:

Last week you wrote a letter complaining about Mingzhe's absurd nonsense and offending his mother. I have already written a letter to teach him a lesson. He had good intentions. After his father left, his mother has been depressed. Although Mingzhe is always messing around, his intentions are good.

I sold Yun Gaohua's real estate on my own initiative. Now the domestic situation is very good. I donated 200,000 US dollars with a few friends to fund the war of resistance. These days the family may be more difficult. Don't be surprised. The climate here in Yun Gaohua is pleasant, although it is cold in winter, it is also cool in summer, and there are many white people who are not as unfriendly to yellow people as in San Francisco. I have mentioned it to my mother many times, but she is still reluctant to come. Now that you have finished your studies, I hope you and I can persuade my mother that the climate in San Francisco is really not suitable for her to live in.

By the way, there is another piece of good news. I recently got the contact information of Simone Beauvoir, whom you have always admired. I have written to her and I believe I will hear back soon.

Today is Tanabata, unfortunately I can't be by your side. In recent years, we are really like Cowherd and Weaver Girl, and we can only meet once a year. I have planted many flowers, but it is a pity that you cannot see them with your own eyes. If these flowers can build a bridge like a magpie and take me to you, I will plant flowers every day and do nothing else. It's a pity that I can't tell you how much I miss you in person, I can only write to you in a letter.

Every time I see the roses I plant, I feel like I see you. Huiqin, I only love you in my life, do you know that?

Li Mingyi, the seventh day of the seventh lunar month

My husband Mingyi:

Today is Qixi Festival. If my mother hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have realized that you and I have been separated for more than ten days. During this period of time, many chores were mixed together, so busy that it was hard to notice the passage of time.

Some time ago, I heard that the domestic situation is very good, and everyone was excited. After discussing with my mother, I decided to donate all the remaining money in the family. I hope you are not surprised. I found a new job, the salary is not high but enough to make ends meet, you don’t have to send money over, don’t be tired, take care of your health.

My mother has been in poor health recently, she often wakes up with coughing in the middle of the night, and she often thinks of her elder sister. Every time she mentions that her elder sister hanged herself, she is so sad that she always has to cry a few times. Fortunately, Mingzhe is finally sensible, and he will go to make her mother happy from time to time, and he doesn’t go around anymore. cause trouble. Although the effect is not always satisfactory, it can also give me a lot of relief.

Days go by so fast when you're not around. I wanted to tell you what I miss in my heart, but the pen stopped on the paper but I couldn't write. Maybe I'm not good at writing, and I can only speak when you are in front of me. It seems that you will be back soon, I miss you so much.

Aunt Liu in Chinatown is going back to China. Her youngest son died in battle. She wants to go back to collect the body. She said that she cannot let her youngest son become a lonely ghost without a grave. I also want to go back to China. The ashes of my eldest sister and father are still at home waiting for us to return to China for burial. There is still no news of my brother and seven nephews. I often think, if they are still alive, how can they find me across the vast Pacific Ocean?

I only hope that the war will end as soon as possible, God bless China!

Another: I love you.

Jiang Huiqin, the seventh day of the seventh lunar month

Ming Yi:

Mother is gone.

Since you left last month, my mother has been in poor health. Dr. Cao said that my mother is homesick and sick, and her inner body is empty, and her medicine is hard to cure. I wanted to write a letter to ask you to come back, but my mother refused, took my letter and burned it, not wanting to make you worry.

Ming and Qing are in Europe, Mingzhe is in New York, and you are in Vancouver. There is no more fun at home. I am alone, but there is an extra urn. Before my mother left, she always said that she was homesick and wanted to go back to Peiping, and I missed Peiping too. The newspaper said that the Japanese side was about to surrender, the war was finally coming to an end, and we were finally able to go home, but it was a pity that my mother didn't last a long time and couldn't go back and see the city of Peiping with my own eyes. Before she leaves, let us bury her ashes in the yard of the old house after returning home, if the old house is still there.

We go home.

Jiang Huiqin December 5th

*This chapter is a side story, I wrote it for more than 4 hours, my head is bald ○|￣|_