"Yes, but they are also victims of war. The pain of separation from their relatives is much deeper than everyone here, not to mention that their identities determine that they are rolling their eyes from the world. There is a nursery rhyme in Japan that describes such a separation of flesh and blood." Li Siming explained.

"What children's song?" Zhang Hua asked.

"Yixiu"

"Ikyu? What does it mean?"

"Ikkyu was a prince in the Muromachi Shogunate era in Japan. When he was very young, he had to separate from his mother and became a young monk in Anguo Temple. He was diligent and studious, willing to help others, and liked to use his brain. The song of missing his mother was very touching," Li Siming explained.

"Oh, you can sing, right?" Zeng Zhi said intrigued.

"Of course!" The Japanese cartoon "The Smart Ikki" was introduced to China in the 1980s, and it was so popular in China. Of course, Li Siming has seen it. If anyone born in the 1970s and later has never seen it, it must have come from Mars. Li Siming said:

Mother: How are you?

Last night, I saw a shiny star from the branches of the fir tree.

The stars stared at me, like my mother, very gentle.

I said to Xingxing: You can't be depressed, because you are a boy.

If I feel lonely, I will talk to you again.

When will it be? Probably.

That’s all I wrote, looking forward to your reply, Mother.

Ikyu.

Mother: How are you?

Yesterday, the kitten was taken away by people from the neighboring village.

The kitten cried and hugged the cat's mother tightly.

I said: Be good, don’t cry, you won’t feel lonely.

You're a boy, right? You'll see your mom again.

When will it be? It must be.

That’s all I wrote, looking forward to your reply, Mother.

Ikyu.

The bald monk Yixiu, whose witty and funny image was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The ending song also made Chinese children feel the sadness. Although most people don’t understand Japanese, Li Siming remembered his childhood when he sang this song. Although material resources are still scarce, he is far happier than the children of this era. At least, the right to education is basically guaranteed. Is the Big Geese River in his hometown still rippling in the blue waves? Are there still children in the immortal cave on the Fuyun Mountain dreaming of exploring and discovering immortals? The weeds in front of the graves of parents in another world are probably no longer cleaned up?

The same is true for the fifth company where Li Siming is located. There are many old employees in the fifth company. Many dual-employed workers with children work, and tie the child to the kang like a dog with a rope, which makes Li Siming feel very sad.

"Amin, when did you understand Japanese? When did you know Russian when you caught a spy last time? What else do you have that I don't know?" Zhang Hua shouted in surprise.

"Well, I taught myself!" Li Siming felt that it was a bit too much today. Zhang Hua knew him best. Whenever Zhang Hua doubted, Li Siming used self-study as an excuse. It is actually no wonder that Zhang Hua came to the Great Wilderness to write songs, fighting skills, marksmanship, and foreign languages, and none of them were the ones that Li Siming had before.

What everyone didn't notice was that the mute who had been listening quietly walked into the woods a little far outside the house and burst into tears.

It was late at night, and Shuai Xu, Zhang Hua and others said goodbye. The three of them fed the piglet again and then they could rest. Li Siming had the habit of evening, and the five military books had been completed, but they still had to take some time to revise them. Zeng Zhi liked reading books and newspapers. He read the book "Gadfly" more than ten times. Li Siming fell asleep when he saw him more than once.

The same is true tonight, but Zeng Zhi held the book "How Steel Is Made" left by Ning Weidong, reading it with relish, while Li Siming wrote and painted on the manuscript paper in front of him. The night was very quiet, with only the rustling sound of flipping through books and writing, and the regular snoring sounds made by the mute's sleep. Several years later, whether it was Li Siming or Zeng Zhi, while sighing every day when he was busy with work, he missed the days of raising pigs in the Greater Beijing Wilderness. At that time, it was really quiet.

"Mom! Mom! Are you...where are you?" Nothing can be more surprised than when you are lying on a quiet winter night when you are focusing on something, you are more surprised when you hear someone shouting. The book in Zeng Zhi's hand fell off, and the pen in Li Siming's hand exposes the manuscript paper, which can be said to be "strength-thick to the back of the paper". Because it is not someone else, it is the sleeping mute. The mute speaks may not surprise you, but what if you are speaking a foreign language?

The two looked at each other, and after a long time Zeng Zhi's mouth closed, he pointed to the mute and said in surprise: "Japanese?" Li Siming nodded affirmatively. The mute's mouth was muttering intermittently, mixed with Japanese and Chinese, but what he said was not particularly standard.

The next morning, when the mute woke up, he opened his eyes and found two pairs of panda eyes looking at him with interest, thinking that he wanted to "improve" him, so he hugged to the corner of the wall with his quilt in his arms, and shouted in his mouth. Li Siming and Zeng Zhi did not sleep last night. They searched through the mute's personal belongings and found no clues.

"Mutual, stop pretending! We know you can speak!" Zeng Zhi looked like he was exposing the disguise of a class enemy. Li Siming noticed that the mute's body was stuck and returned to its original state.

"Yes, don't pretend, the mute, Zeng Zhi and I heard you talk in sleep last night, and we were speaking Japanese." Li Siming was very interested in the mute's identity.

"And, you call your mother in Japanese, right? Tell me, what is your identity? What is the ulterior motive of lurking in Daxing? Where is the secret radio station?" Zeng Zhi saw that the mute wanted to pretend, and kept asking. The revolutionary vigilance was quite high. Catching spies was the most common plot in movies and novels back then. Even children played games, and they all insisted on playing police and refused to play spies.

The mute was scared by Zeng Zhi. If he was a "spy agent" these days, it would definitely be the result of beheading. Although he never participated in political activities (in fact, no one could ask him to participate), he would read newspapers and his knowledge was not worse than that of any Chinese. Seeing that his disguise was exposed, he hugged Li Siming's arm in panic and couldn't speak clearly: "No, no, I...I'm not...I'm not...special!"

"Hmph, no? First, why are you pretending to be a mute? Don't tell me that you like to be a mute! Second, you are still literate and read newspapers. By the way, your writing is better than me. I have never seen a mute who is smarter than you! Third, you can still speak Japanese. You spoke more Japanese than Chinese last night. And fourth, now you find that your appearance is the same as the Japanese experts I have met in Shanghai! Are you still quibbling?" Zeng Zhi said a lot in one breath, which made Li Siming stunned.

After hearing Zeng Zhi say this, the mute's face turned pale. Li Siming didn't think that mute was a spy, because as far as he knew, the mute had been on Daxing Island for at least 20 years and would never leave the island. Besides, no matter how much Daxing is looking for, there is no information worth lurking for 20 years. If you want to lurk, you have to lurk inside or near secret units such as Beijing, Shanghai, or military factories.

"Dumb, don't worry, what's going on with me?" Li Siming said. The mute picked up the newspaper that was thrown on the ground by Zeng Zhi last night, pointed to a report on it, and pointed to himself and said, "Japanese... orphans... I..." Then he sang in Japanese: "My mother: How are you? Last night, I saw a shiny star from the branches of the fir tree. The star star stared at me, just like my mother, very gentle. I said to the star: You can't be depressed, because you are a boy. If I feel lonely, come to talk to you again. When will it be? Probably. Let's write this, look forward to your reply, Mother. Ikkyu..."

I heard this song for the first time from Li Siming last night. The lyrics were not complete and the words were unclear. However, the mute sang very seriously, and tears kept flowing downwards. Finally, I couldn't sing. Li Siming and Zeng Zhi understood that this mute was an absolutely pure-bred Japanese, and it was also the orphan of the Japanese war in China mentioned in the newspaper last night.

The mute cried in a mess, snot and tears. Li Siming and Zeng Zhi finally comforted him, but the mute told him intermittently in speechless words.

It turned out that the mute name was Saburo Watanabe. He was born in Changchun and came to Northeast China with his parents. Two young brothers went to the battlefield and died in battle. Saburo Watanabe only remembered that when Japan announced its surrender in 1945, he was about six years old. Because the order came too suddenly, the remnants of the Japanese Kwantung Army who were preparing to "break" and the Japanese expatriates who were temporarily armed collapsed immediately. They did not organize well when retreating. Civilians, soldiers and their families scrambled to rush into a limited number of cars and passenger ships. Many children were abandoned in the fear of failure and chaos. Saburo Watanabe was one of them. At that time, he wore Chinese clothes and spoke Chinese, but he did not.

It attracted the attention of others. There were countless wandering children caused by long-term wars at that time. While he was wandering and begging, he wanted to figure out what was going on. Fortunately, a kind Chinese old man adopted him, but unfortunately, when he was 13 years old, the old man died. So he began to wander again. As he grew up, he realized that his identity was very sensitive. Chinese people, especially Northeastern people, hated the Japanese, so he pretended to be mute. He didn't know where to go, but he begged everywhere, from Jilin to Heilongjiang, and finally stayed in Daxing. This mute was pretending to be mute for twenty years, and even he thought he was mute.
Chapter completed!