Miss Mr. Umo

  1. More than
  20 years have passed, and many details of the first meeting have been forgotten. I only remember Mr. Ueno’s two small dark eyes under his black-rimmed glasses, and his polite and scholarly demeanor.
  Mr. Ueo proudly told me that his wife, like this coffee shop, also has the same surname as Noda. During the meeting, Mr. Shi talked about his wife Noda Toshiko. He talked about their first meeting at the Ding Ling Literature Symposium at Kyushu University in 1955, and told me that there were only two empty seats when Mrs. Next to another boy. After hesitating for a while, Mrs. chose to sit next to Mr. Umo, and they met and fell in love after that. The husband said jokingly that if he sat next to another boy at the time, the lives of the three people might be completely different. Another boy passed away a few years ago, which shows that my wife, sitting next to me, made a major life decision.
  I remember laughing at the time. It was the first time I met a Japanese who talked about his wife so much.
  Then my husband took me on trams and buses, teaching me how to buy tickets and how to ride along the way. After that, he took me to his own home in the suburbs of Fukuoka, where his wife, the modern poet Toshiko Noda, was preparing dinner for my arrival. It was a potluck and the main course was Japanese fried prawns. Abundant, but without superfluous diligence.
  During the banquet, Mr. Umo was crying while eating, and I was a little puzzled and worried. The husband wiped his tears and made a sad expression; the wife laughed and snorted, “He is a sentimental person, and every time he eats, he is moved to tears by the food.” I smiled in surprise and asked the whole story, it turned out to be a nasal surgery. sequelae. After that, I had many opportunities to eat with my husband, and every time he would eat while crying without exception, and I gradually got used to it.
  That night, many years later, I could hardly remember the topic I talked about, but I didn’t seem to feel unfamiliar all night, and there was no need to worry about the vacancy of the topic. Sitting across from me is a famous female poet in Japanese poetry, and a veteran who survived and returned from a Soviet POW camp during World War II and is now a university professor. Their soft eyes and gentle words, as well as their shallow smiles and just the right humor, surrounded me all night, warmed my lonely heart after I left home and abroad, and also let me know a noble and noble person different from the past. world.
  At that time, I quit my job as an interpreter in a wholly-owned company to study in Japan. Although I was very motivated, I was worried that I would take a different path from others, and the road would become more and more tortuous. After listening to my words, Mr. and Mrs. encouraged me: “If you are a bush, only sparrows will perch; if you want to meet eagles, you must first learn to grow into a towering cedar tree.”
  Before leaving, the husband brought a book, the cover was “Japanese Modern Poetry Library 70 Noda Shouko Poems”, and the second page was signed “Gift to Wang Jingxian Umi Shouko”.
  After many years, I think about what kind of luxury this night used to be: Mr. 68, Mrs. 67, and I am 23.
  After that, I devoted myself to the intense study abroad life. Domestic prices in the 1990s were vastly different from those in Japan. It is very difficult and decisive for self-funded international students to continue to study here. With living expenses that I could only last for one month, I started a part-time work-study life.
  I still lived in the school dormitory at the beginning. I washed dishes in the kitchen of a restaurant from 5 to 10 o’clock every evening. After get off work, I went back to the dormitory to rest for an hour and a half, and then sneaked out to a box lunch production line. six in the morning. At that time, I often fell asleep standing in front of the production line. When the post on the bento box was twisted, there would be a Japanese aunt in front of the assembly line shouting: “The girl is sleeping again! Wake up!
  ” After work, the dormitory had not yet opened, so I slept on a bench in the park near the school until eight o’clock. In the early morning, the dog walkers in the park might just think I was a homeless girl. The first early summer on the streets of a foreign country is ushered in the ambiguity and ambiguity.
  Ueno-san was not the teacher who guided me academically at that time. He has retired from Kyushu University and is employed by Fukuoka Women’s Gakuin University. My husband and I only meet because he is my advisor at my language school. Under the arrangement of the language school, Mr. Ueo became the guarantor of a foreign woman I had never met. At that time, when studying in Japan, the law required an identity guarantor; in order to ensure the source of students, the language school was responsible for introducing people with certain economic strength and social status to us foreign students to guarantee. Even so, each guarantor can only guarantee for one year, because the number of Japanese who are willing to be guarantors for foreigners is limited. Therefore, the school also uses them to guarantee the juniors and juniors to ensure new students. A year later, we need to find a guarantor by ourselves. Normally, the guarantor relationship between Mr. Ueno and me ends here, and our relationship ends here. But in fact, we dated for 23 years until we received a phone call from Mr.
  During this period, Mr. Ueno has sponsored countless Chinese students for the school. He has done a lot of selfless things for Chinese students all year round. During his work at Kyushu University, he was also responsible for the work of international students at Kyushu University.
  A year later, I graduated from language school, and I was hesitant about which university I should go to while I was admitted at the same time. I asked my husband, and he said, “This is your own life, and you should make your own choices.” After listening to it, I was both stressed and fresh. It turned out that my own life must be decided by myself. For a moment, although I had no basis for judgment, it seemed that I was suddenly enlightened.
  When I met my husband again, after I obtained a Bachelor of International Business and was admitted to the Graduate School of Economics at Kyushu University, I became his junior. In order to celebrate for me, Mr. invited me and several international students to his house as guests.
  My husband’s house is a small two-story western-style building. There is a lush plum tree and pine and cypress at the entrance. The living room on the right side of the door was completely opened at that time, and it was integrated with the tatami room, which was slightly different from the first time I visited. I remember that my husband has a study, which is a library-like room, and all the books are displayed on the shelves like a library. But now, there is a long dining table on the tatami floor, and the gentleman uses it to write here, because the table is longer and can spread a lot of material allusions.
  Mr and Mrs were clearly delighted with our presence. We have also become more familiar with Japanese society from the ignorant girls when we first came to Japan, and we have become much more fluent in Japanese when we talk about it. On that day, Mr. looked into the distance with his eyes dimly, and told us for the first time without humor that he was writing his autobiography, the main content of which was that he was sent to the battlefield of China as a mortar during the “World War II”, and was taken by the Soviet army after the defeat. I went to work in a Siberian prisoner of war camp and experienced the process of returning to Japan after a near-death experience.
  That day, Mr. told us a lot of stories about himself.
  In 1944, Mr. Ueno was sent as an apprentice to the Shandong battlefield in China, where he served as an artilleryman with the mortar team of the 59th Division. After graduating from middle school, because he liked China and literature, he once went to Beijing to study in order to learn Chinese. When studying in Beijing, due to the shortage of Japanese soldiers, Japanese students from all over the world were dispatched to various war zones as apprentices. Mr. Ueo was forced to serve as a soldier while studying in Beijing. The husband said: “At that time, I really wanted to disappear on the streets of Beijing like a Chinese, so that I could not be a soldier.” But thinking that his parents and brothers at home would be implicated, he did not do that. After Japan was defeated in 1945, Mr. Umo was taken to Siberia by the Soviet army, and he saw the distortion of human nature in the hard life of captives. He was saved by a piece of bread distributed by his companions under the extremely harsh conditions of nearly dying of exhaustion and starvation and the prevalence of malaria. , continued the subsequent “life” until after the war.

  After returning to Japan, Mr. Ueo took the university entrance examination and finally entered the prestigious Kyushu University that he dreamed of as a student. Accompanied by the dead in many wars, he studied hard day and night and obtained a diploma from the Department of Chinese Literature of Kyushu University.
  After the war, Mr. Ueno always felt guilty for the evil deeds of Japanese militarism in China. Although China and Japan concluded a friendship treaty, Mr. Ueno felt that he needed to compensate China from a personal point of view. The main reason for caring and helping like your children. Mr. Ueno has also published articles serialized in the anti-war magazine “Red Flag” for a long time, using actual voices and actions to oppose the right-wing elements in Japan.
  On this day, I told Mr. Ueno that he would allow me to translate it into Chinese after he wrote his autobiography. The husband was noncommittal, just smiled and said, “I can’t die until I finish writing this book.”
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  the middle , I got married after I started working, and I would visit my husband and wife every year. Their long-term support has been an important factor in my life in Japan. Finally, one summer, my wife and I were leaving Fukuoka with our children due to job transfer. Before leaving, we went to visit Mr. and Mrs. Ueno.
  I told Mr. Ueno that I was leaving Fukuoka. I might come back to see him during the holidays, but it might not be as convenient as it is now. The husband looked at me and my wife and children emotionally, nodded, and didn’t say much. On that day, we talked for the first time about the war of aggression against China in the past. My husband talked about the “Three Lights Policy” and the suffering of the Chinese people at that time. Then he said, “The ‘Sanguang Policy’ should be our division. We have committed crimes against the Chinese people, and we should apologize. I feel very guilty.
  ” . I cried silently, and I couldn’t stop it, like a wronged child. I know that I am not qualified to replace the Chinese people, but I am a member of the Chinese people, and the heart that weeps is the heart of the Chinese people. But I don’t want my husband to see me crying, or even to wipe my tears, because he is apologizing solemnly, and I am afraid of disturbing him.
  In fact, Mr. himself was only a mortar apprentice soldier, and after one year of military service, he ushered in the end of the war and became a prisoner.
  Three days later, when we were about to board the plane with our seven-month-old baby, Mr. and Mrs., two elderly people over 160 years old together, came to the airport from their home in the suburbs of Fukuoka to see us off. . I know that Mr.’s wave has a meaning – this time, I don’t know when I can see you again. Mr. and Mrs. prepared a “goodbye” for us, which is a red envelope for those who have gone far away. We have not seen this goodbye for a long time.
  I don’t live in the same city anymore, but I still send Mr. and Mrs. Ueo winter and summer greetings every year according to Japanese custom. And every time after receiving it, Mr. Ueo will write a personal letter to express his thanks, and he will make a special call about the time after the letter arrives, and then we will have a long talk on the phone. When the Diaoyu Islands issue made the relationship between China and Japan extremely bad, Mr. Ueo was very worried about my situation and asked me on the phone, “Do you have any friends around you? How are you doing?”
  Finally, at the end of that year, Mr. , said that Mrs. may not be well. “If she is not well, I will be very sad, very sad,” said the 80-year-old man on the other end of the phone. I know that Mr. loves Mrs. deeply, I try to guess how much Mr.’s sorrow is, but I still can’t guess, compared to their love, I am too young. I don’t know how to comfort me, and I know that any words of comfort are powerless.
  In the spring of the following year, the lady left. In contrast to the husband’s feelings for his wife, before the wife left for a long time, because of Alzheimer’s disease, she no longer knew the husband who loved her dearly.
  However , what I did not expect was that in all the hardships and long-term hard work, Mr.’s writing was completed.
  In the spring of 2016, Japan’s “Asahi Shimbun” and other newspapers recorded the publication of this book. The title of the book is “A Piece of Bread”, and there are two thick volumes. The book won an award in Japan the following year. When I heard the good news, I was overjoyed and immediately bought the new book and started reading.
  As I read it, tears blurred my vision. I felt as if I met the young Ueao young man I had never met in the book. I felt as if he felt nostalgic for his country and his father when he went to study in China. When I heard that he was going to serve in the military, he wanted to turn into a Chinese and disappear quietly on the streets of Beijing.
  After reading the book, I immediately decided to go to Fukuoka to visit Mr. On May 4 of that year, I set off alone and flew to a nursing home in the suburbs of Fukuoka where Mr. Ueo lived. At that time I thought that my husband might not know me anymore, but anyway, I still want to meet him, congratulate him on his masterpiece, and thank him for everything he has done for me. It was then that I vaguely realized that, perhaps, thanks to Mr., this was the only chance.
  Sitting in the chair of the nursing home, the gentleman who can no longer take care of himself, is said to have some symptoms of amnesia. However, Mr. immediately recognized me, and grateful eyes gathered in his eyes. After greetings, I heard that Mr. Maya, his eldest daughter, had not read the “Postface” of “A Piece of Bread”, so I brought it to read it for him. The husband listened carefully and said, “Your Japanese is amazing!” I replied, “Thanks to your cultivation. Can I translate these two books?”
  ”I hope young people in China can look at it with An ordinary Japanese youth, an ordinary man and an ordinary Japanese soldier look at war. War is cruel, crazy and irreversible, so war must be avoided. But from the perspective of a person, from the other country’s perspective Look at the war from the point of view of an ordinary soldier, maybe this is something that the Chinese people in the past have not tried. So I want to translate this book and introduce it to the young people in China.”
  After listening to my words, Mr. Chao’s eyes changed. be clear and powerful. Using all the strength of my body, I said deeply: “Of course.” After a pause, the husband said, “It’s really nice to meet you.”
  I, tears welling up in my eyes.
  This sentence, which should have been expressed by me to my husband, was brought to me by a 90-year-old gentleman.
  What should I say to Mr. Just this last sentence, for me, is also a feast of life.
  A person’s life, the person who really affects you, never needs to teach you with words, but only affects you with his own actions and back, so that you can benefit from it for a lifetime.