There are two stories which he told us or his friends many times. One of them i have written in Chinese in this blog. They were all happened in China at his young age. We always describe metaphorical the life like seasoning then this case must be the sour one. Every time while he told us he was waving his hands and acting himself of that time, we felt sorrow and pity. It means he is missing his mom and the time in China. I hope i could write the detail with my poor English as possible as i can.
My dad seldom talk about his father who he had passed away early when he was a kid. So when he was a teen age boy my grandma wanted him to go to the downtown of Beijing where his uncle run a small restaurant to seek help or a job. But my grandma even hadn't have the money for the cost to Beijing. His mom just give him a bag of flour in case dad could buy food instead of money. The worse was on the way he met a Japan's soldier who insisted that the flour in the bag was a poison stuff. Of course we heard a lot of what the Japan's soldier had done in China. It was a wrong time evolved the evil ambition which harmed deeply the innocent people.
Anyway dad was full of fear and panic, he grabbed a handful flour into his mouth and said: poison??? It is just a bag of flour! Then the soldier swung his hand and said: move!! Dad even imitate the tone of that soldier.
It's hard to image the second result at that time.
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