Chapter 39 little monkey

I don't know why, but everyone calls him Little Monkey.He is short, with a pointed chin, and his face seems to be formed by shrinking seven or eight pieces of flesh. He only stretches out when he smiles, looking so happy and innocent. At that time, the university studied politics at least twice a week. Little Monkey never took the initiative to speak, and always kept his head down. He only spoke when someone asked him to speak by name.No matter what the content of the discussion is, he always criticizes that he was born in a landlord family and branded as a class, so he must reform it.The tone of the speech was very painful, with the appearance of bowing his head and pleading guilty, which made the host not know what to say.

It is completely different from the descendants of landlords I imagined—of course my imagination is the result of years of propaganda and education by the party—the little monkey only wears a white jacket in summer, without a vest; in winter, he wears a black cotton jacket over the white jacket , black and white throughout the year.The pocket money of 2 yuan per month is given by the school, and all rural students are treated like this. Of course, 10 yuan for food is also free.In those days, it was impossible for the parents of students in rural areas to give 10 cents to their children, and the school knew this very well.Little Monkey is the most impoverished among the rural classmates.Others could get a piece or two of clothes from relatives in the city, and even a pair of military leather shoes from an older brother who was a cadre in the army, but Xiao Hou didn't have any of them. After 1961, almost all rural students were able to bring back some soybeans, peanuts and the like when they returned to school after the holidays, and the monkeys did not have any.Because he spent all summer and winter vacations at school.Some people said that the little monkey's parents might have starved to death, and they didn't hear the little monkey mention what happened to his parents until graduation.

Once, the main actors of the major troupes in the province came to the school to perform, and the finale was the "Couple Watching the Lantern" by Yan Fengying, the queen of Huangmei Opera.I utter nonsense in the dormitory, making local operas worthless, and I only watch Beijing operas.The little monkey never contradicts others, just keeps silent.In the end, I went with everyone.The school auditorium was full, and the little monkey and I stood behind.When a young actor with a beautiful appearance sang the matchmaker of the Henan Opera "Coupling Red", everyone was attracted. It was really: a person with a beautiful body and a good figure.The little monkey murmured: "How good? How good?" I replied: Yes.He smiled, and his huddled face stretched out, looking so happy.

Xiaohou's middle school classmate and his hometown told me: Actually, Xiaohou was very lively when he was a child, but he stopped laughing after he entered high school and understood what the class line is.He is the only son and is the heart of his parents. He lives in middle school, and his parents walk dozens of miles to see him. The little monkey is still acting like a spoiled child to his mother. Xiaohou’s hometown also told us an incredible history: Xiaohou’s hometown is located in the countryside of Huaibei, and every family is poor and has the same thatched cottage.During the land reform, the work team had to come up with a counterpoint. Xiaohou's family had a small population and his father was able to work, so the family ate white flour buns more often than other families.The villagers discussed making the little monkey the owner of the house, but the little monkey's father agreed.In this way, there were neither long-term workers nor tenants, and the little monkey family living in thatched cottage became landlords and enemies of New China.The good thing is: there was no struggle meeting, no house raids to distribute floating wealth, and the villagers all knew that Xiaohou's house would not have any gold or silver treasures except a copper kettle.

Xiao Hou was admitted to our local university with high scores. Like other students from bad backgrounds, he would never have been able to enter the university if he hadn't scored particularly high in the test.There is also a classmate in my class who was born as a landlord, and it is said that he is the first in the province's college entrance examination.In short, if they are treated fairly, they should be admitted to prestigious universities such as Tsinghua University and Peking University.Later, when the "Cultural Revolution" began, the school leaders were criticized for accepting so many children from five categories of black backgrounds. This also became a crime, which is a later story.

In the sophomore year of the university, Xiaohou was assigned to major in electronics, which was in a different class from mine; later his major was separated from our physics department and became the department of electronics, so apart from taking public classes, I occasionally saw him in the big classroom. We don't meet much.Sometimes classmates from his class came to my dormitory to visit and chat. Since the little monkey never visited the house to make friends, I could only ask him about the monkey's current situation.The classmate told us: the little monkey studied hard as always, and worked as hard as ever—going to the countryside to carry the heaviest burden.

I asked him: Do you still scold yourself during meetings? scold!Why don't you scold?Now the little monkey said that he deserved to die for his crime.Everyone can't stand listening. The classmate also told me that the little monkey’s family hadn’t written for a long time. The little monkey cried for several nights and refused to say anything to him. Anyway, the little monkey would never write to his family again. The classmate also said that everyone likes the little monkey and that others are good, but the little monkey never makes small reports.