Chapter 25 Part Two (3) - Sending the "counter-revolutionary" mother home

In my memory, it was the end of August at that time - the lunar calendar was approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival of reunion. The moon in the sky does not know the sorrow of the world, and it still hangs in the sky like a silver plate.But the Mid-Autumn Festival of that year was a time when Chinese people's feelings were lacking.The crematoriums on the outskirts of Beijing were overwhelmed with corpses—a cousin of mine who worked in a factory near Babaoshan told me that there were corpses lined up there, and the stench was overwhelming;What's more serious is that the fighting continues to spread to every street and alley in Beijing. The principal of Nanjixiang Hutong Primary School where my son goes to school, the students insisted on stuffing bullshit into her mouth. Tortured to death by some ignorant kids.

In this troubled world, my mother was not baptized by violence or killed by the Red Guards, which is considered a blessing.Returning to the hometown is the way to go, avoiding the imperial city in this chaotic world, maybe it is not a bad thing for my mother.My mother was worried about this, but the news that Beijing physically eliminated the "five types of elements" and their families every day continued to spread to her ears, which made my mother live in fear every day. In the eyes, it is also another road with nowhere to go - her only concern is her precious grandson, and she doesn't know where to put it.The situation has come to this point, even though grandma and grandfather are sick, they can only take their grandson there—because no matter what, it is not an option to let the children follow me into the labor camp.

When I went to the police station to apply for an account transfer certificate, I had to go to the policeman Xiao Liu.I had a road encounter with him before, at least I haven't seen his discriminatory eyes.I don't know whether his mood has changed during the bloody days of turmoil--my fears about this are not unfounded.When my mother first entered Beijing, she was a citizen who participated in universal suffrage; today, she has become a target of the "Cultural Revolution", tantamount to a counter-revolutionary family member who was expelled from Beijing—once she lost the right to vote, she would have no choice but to go back to the countryside. It's hard to predict what the situation will be.The sixth aunt in my hometown, because she was a family member of a landlord who did not have the right to vote for citizenship, was criticized so much that she jumped into a well and broke a leg when the "Cultural Revolution" just started-my mother was sent back to the countryside from the city. Whether it's a blessing or a curse is still an elusive thing.

It was only after entering the Jingshan Police Station that I realized that there were very many people who were ordered to return home by the revolutionary masses.In the chaotic crowd, I finally found the police officer Xiao Liu.He took out the proof of returning home that he had prepared from the drawer, and was not in a hurry to hand it over to me. Instead, he called me behind a shadow tablet and said to me in very concise language: "Right now the revolutionary masses have the final say, and you must be very clear about this; there is almost nothing that our civilian police can do. I have done everything I can do in accordance with the Constitution. This is the first sentence. The second sentence, if ...If... (He looked around the shadow tablet nervously) Your hometown refuses to accept it, and ask your mother to come back with a letter of proof—be sure to come back with a "certificate." "

After saying that, he left in a hurry.I didn't move, first opened the account transfer receipt, my eyes eagerly searched for the column of citizenship.Oh my God!In the column of whether there is a right to vote or not, there are four dazzling black letters "the right to vote".This is one of the things I am most concerned about. Unexpectedly, in such troubled times, the policemen in our jurisdiction have not lost their legal conscience (after I was rehabilitated and returned to Beijing, I looked for this respectable policeman, but After more than ten years, he no longer knows where he was transferred).I am really more at ease, at least my mother will not have the same experience as my sixth aunt in the countryside - if something happens to her, I may lose the courage to live, she has paid too much for me and my family —She is illiterate.But a mother who is tougher than intellectual women.

On the morning of the morning when we sent her to the long-distance bus, at the Majuan long-distance bus station, a group of Red Guards with red armbands on their arms asked each of the people who got on the bus whether there were land, rich, anti, bad, right, An old man, because he was a returnee without citizenship rights, was dragged into the open space next to the station on the spot, his face was first drawn into a grimace, and then the white-haired old man was tied up amidst fanatical revolutionary slogans. He went to a tree and beat him to death with stones and bricks.Fortunately, those Red Guards were too interested in making fun of the old man, and they didn't bother to check my certificate - I came with a leave note from the labor reform team to send my mother back home. The consequences are unimaginable.Maybe those young revolutionary generals will be ten times more cruel than the old man, and send me and my mother to heaven together.

About a month later, I received the first letter from my hometown.My mother can’t write, and my cousin from my hometown wrote for her, and I attached a certificate of coming to the brigade, which roughly reads as follows: My mother is an old man who has lost his labor force. Not only can she not support herself when she returns to her hometown, but it will increase the burden on the village. I decided to send someone to send my mother back to Beijing soon.I have no right to reply to the letter to express my opinion on this matter. Although when I went to the police station to transfer my mother's household registration, the police had hinted at my mother's problem, but the person who tied the bell still needs to be untied, so I had to forward this letter to the original address of my home. the police station.Afterwards, I waited anxiously for an answer—I was really too stupid, how could the police station in this chaotic world order to bring my mother back? !

At that time, my mood was very bad. The scene I saw in the stables followed me like a shadow.Even at night, I dreamed that my mother and I were drawn into different grimaces by the Red Guards and tied up with ropes to parade through the streets; shot in the body.While blocking my mother with my body, I shouted: "Mom—you run—you run—" after the dream broke.I couldn’t fall asleep anymore, thinking of my family of four, three of them have become prisoners in the world, and live in four places. What crimes have we committed?Now my mother has become a wild ghost who is not accepted by big temples or kept by small temples—where will she go to settle down?

One day, when I was pruning peach trees in Taoyuan, Dong sent someone to look for me at the construction site.I don't know what happened in this turbulent autumn.Prior to this, I had dealt with everything that could cause trouble for the sake of sanity.For example: I buried all the letters of my friends that I kept in my hands.As soon as my mother left, my home became an empty nest, and I was worried that there would be rebels who ransacked my home, and some letters would affect my friends—I brought these priceless letters to Taoyuan.Not only is there a lot of people in the cell, but with the tense atmosphere of the "Cultural Revolution", the atmosphere of gunpowder has become more and more intense. The relationship between the same kind and the non-kind has become much more complicated than before. These letters still feel out of place under the bedding. .In desperation, I suddenly remembered the story of Zhong Daiyu's burial of flowers, and felt that I had found a good place for these friends' letters.When I started working one day, I carried them in my arms, and when I arrived at the work site, I first dug a hole under the tree with a shovel, and then I tore them into pieces among the fallen leaves, and scattered them into the pit. .Fortunately, the Taoyuan covers an area of ​​more than 200 mu, and the trees are blind to each other, so no one will find out my antiquated behavior.To this day, I still remember the first letter I tore up, which was the rejection letter from the "Chinese Women" magazine. While tearing it up, I reflected on my innocence and ignorance of the times.Afterwards, I tore up the note Shaotang wrote to me, and my heart was full of sentimentality—it was all right for me to enter the labor reform team. Shaotang, the proud man of heaven in the 1950s, was not locked in a cage. Also lost the right to publish works? !The last thing I tore was the letter Chen Yanci wrote to me. Since I went to the trust store to buy a bicycle and met her, I not only asked her to borrow "Golden Rose" for Lu Fengnian, but also talked about our relationship over the years.She had an unharmonious marriage and gave birth to a boy and a girl: the boy's name is Chen Guo (nicknamed Apple), and the girl's name is Chen Ran (nicknamed Putao). She said her husband was a very good man—but a good man With a good person, due to the distance between the two parties' personalities, it may not be possible to form a beautiful family.

I can fully understand her misfortune-she was a girl with a great personality in school, which made me daunted, which may be the reason why we couldn't get together.I met her by chance, and of course both recalled the very precious school days of old.Later, every time I returned to the scene, I had to pass near her home in Nancheng. There were two times when she waited for me at the intersection of her home and took me on a bicycle to see me off.In the bloody years of the "Cultural Revolution", a female Bolshevik sent a male prisoner who was anti-Party and anti-socialist. This very rare drama of the times is unforgettable for me.I therefore value her letters to me more than any other.But this must be torn off again. Once the revolutionary masses trouble me and affect my sincere friend, my conscience will always be in shackles and cannot be freed.I tore up her letter, and held a few bouquets of fallen leaves in my hands—there are no flowers to accompany in autumn, so I let these peach tree leaves falling in the autumn wind, along with the generosity of the past, be buried together in this "Peach Blossom Spring" (Recalling today, the pieces of paper I buried in Taoyuan are all precious historical materials that cannot be retrieved)!

At this point, I had nothing to fear in my heart, so when Dong sent someone to ask me to go back, I felt calm all the way—even if there was a disaster, I would not implicate any of my friends. When I arrived at the team headquarters, I realized that my nerves had been disturbed by the terrible "Cultural Revolution".What Dong told me was not a bad thing, but a good thing that I dreamed of.My neighbor from the Chi family who lived in the outer courtyard came here to look for me. She came to Tuanhe Farm to deliver a message—my mother was sent back to Beijing by people from her hometown.Dong asked the neighbor who delivered the letter to go back first, because there is no interview room in the compound. "I thought it was the revolutionary masses, and they came to the farm to arrest me?" I said out of my mind. Dong Weisen smiled: "There is no other benefit to being reformed here. There is only one advantage. The Red Guards have no right to take away people from the labor reform farms of the Public Security Bureau. It's not that they have never come to pick them up, but we have blocked them from going back. .” "Do you want to visit me?" I saw that there was no one else in the team office, so I asked boldly. Dong didn't answer me, but just said to me: "You go home quickly, deal with your mother's return, and then go back to the venue." that bike.It can be imagined that I returned to the city at the fastest speed. On the way, a question that I had never thought of before suddenly lingered in my mind: the two idioms that the ancients said "a thing hurts its kind, a rabbit dies and a fox is sad" are really true. Extremely accurate.The reason why the Chi family’s child in the outer court was able to run dozens of miles was to send me a message because her father, Chi Jiaqing, was also a reform-through-labour prisoner in the frontier.Next to the Chi family in our outer courtyard is the Wang family. The eldest son of his family, Wang Jinzhu, is remodeling in Chadian; if Zhang Hu is added, there are as many as four in total.I later found out that when my mother was hit hard and the first time the Red Guards hung a big sign around my mother's neck, my mother fell to the ground on the spot. It was Chi Wanfeng from the Chi family in the outer courtyard, and the brother of Wang Jinzhu from the Wang family. Xiaopang, the son of Aunt Liu in the inner courtyard, sent my mother to the hospital for emergency treatment (my mother never mentioned this to me, because she was afraid that I would worry about her).It was not until the "Cultural Revolution" that I had a further understanding of Mao Zedong's class analysis - this was what life told me, not the inspiration from books. Going home this time, instead of acting like a thief, I pushed my bicycle and walked into the yard. After entering the house, I saw my son first, and then my mother—although it was only over a month ago, it seemed like a lifetime away. my poor mother! my poor son! Fate was not too harsh on our family whose bones were blown away by the strong typhoon long ago—the police station agreed to accept the household registration, and the mother and young son can settle down in Beijing.The lost and found things in the world are more precious than the original existence.This is the mental journey during the "Cultural Revolution", which gave me the cognition.