传教士和他的女儿----仁爱的力量（下）

故事叙述富有的喜欢生物硏究的英国青年亨利，32年走进神奇的贵州山区，他宣扬真爱，制止血腥与残杀…传播主的福音，受到众多山里基督徒的裸拜和崇敬！本故亊用基督的仁愛精神与共产党人血腥的“阶级斗争”相对比，彰显仁愛的力量：当共产党人要驱逐亨利牧师时，桀骜的双溪坪教徒爆发了反抗……许多扑朔迷离的山村故事，皆在此书中！ Zongming Zhang 张宗銘 著 Translated by Tangjin Xiao 肖唐金 译Yan was a provincial leader. He was now in a high-status post. Sometimes Zhang did show his worry about Yan’s position. Could Yan remain sincere and frank in the politically unsteady times? Could he remain open-minded to the Kuomintang military leaders who had moved for the Communists? Yan’s complexions and gestures told him that it was not easy for him to handle the relationships with people like him at present. Yan was then standing at the window, looking out at the nearby mountains. He was thinking. But what was he thinking about?Soon, Cao came back. He told Yan that everything was ready. Yan got up and said to Zhang, “Let’s go.”Zhang followed Yan and Cao. For the first time he had felt his humbleness. He must be careful about his words and actions or he would be implicated in wrong doings. The leaders were on the jeeps while the depressed capitalists and traders on a truck. On another car stood a line of PLA soldiers with guns. The soldiers were singing loudly, “The liberated areas have a bright sky above.”Zhang Yunxuan was arranged to sit beside the driver in the truck with the capitalists and traders. On either edge of the driver’s cabin of Zhang’s truck stood a PLA soldier. The trucks and jeeps moved out of the courtyard. It didn’t take them a long time to come to Qingyan from Guiyang. Zhang got off the truck, and found only himself formally dressed, with a robe and a bowler hat. The capitalists and traders beside him wore plain dresses. He was kind of worried that he would be the most eye-catching at today’s party.The site of the open criticism party was a makeshift thing. On a patch of cleared slope were set two desks, the rostrum for the party. There on the benches stood the provincial and city leaders. Three meters away from the rostrum were set about 20 benches, where stood Zhang Yunxuan, the capitalists and the traders. Soon, the landlords were taken one after one by the farmers to the site. With blows of wood sticks, they knelt down obediently.The sun shone on the mountains and forests. There were a lot of spectators. It was really a big occasion. Silver ornaments shone, dusts were stirred up, murmurs came here and there, and the music of Lusheng could be heard. The old people, girls and young men of the minorities danced to the music. It was unusual for this otherwise quiet place.“Dear cousin Yunxuan.”There came a voice for help. The voice was depressing, sad, sorrowful and painful. It seemed to be from a man who was about to be pushed down into an abyss. It made a sharp contrast with the sunny day, the excited people, and the delighting surroundings. The girls and young men were still playing the Lusheng and danced to the music. Everywhere only a sign of festival happiness could be felt.“Dear cousin Yunxuan,” the voice sounded again. It pierced through the loud noises.“Fuck you! Why do you yell?”Li Qingshan gave the man a heavy blow on his head with a wine cup-thick wood stick. At the same time, some women rushed into the site and gave the man beats and kicks despite the workers and PLA soldiers’ efforts to prevent them from doing so. Some even gave him bites; some others stabbed at him with needles for sewing shoe soles. The man cried and cried. Suddenly a bloody face crawled out of a woman’s legs, weeping:“Help me, dear cousin Yunxuan!”The man was a messy thing. There was human dung and grass on his head, his face and lips were swollen, and his eyes were scratched and they blinked painfully. It was really hard to imagine how he had recognized Zhang Yunxuan given his physical pains.It was frightening to see the man’s ears grabbed downward. Was that a man? Was that the cousin of Zhang Yunxan? A few days ago, Zhang Yunxuan did meet him. He was then in good mood and looked smart. Zhang Yunxuan seldom had close contacts with his cousin, except for casual greetings. But today he faced a hard choice. He was a Chinese, one who couldn’t stay away from his relatives. Zhang Yunxuan wondered: What wrong things had Zhang Yunchang done? Why was he treated in that cruel way?Zhang Yunxuan had killed a Japanese soldier who would rather die than surrender. He had also beaten some Japanese wounded soldiers, but he had done that only to vent his anger and do justice for his lost soldiers and colleagues. He had always thought that even the enemies should be given a decent death or treatment. This was a new society, one that advocated happiness, dignity and freedom for the common people. If it were so, should the farmers use violence against the landlords? They might have felt a sense of justice by doing the revenges. Nevertheless, could that make our society a place where things were done according to law? Zhang Yunxuan was worried.The bloody scene was displayed on the exciting and festival site. There was no sense of unease in the actions. Then, Zhang Yunxuan remembered Yan Zhengfu’s words. In the land reform of the Communists’ early revolution the landlords were the targets of elimination. Wasn’t this scene as Yan had described?Zhang Yunxuan felt a sense of coldness in the summer heat. He felt like sitting on the stings. He glanced at Yan. He was sitting seriously on the rostrum.