Chapter 63 Twenty-five, a load of stone ditch (2)

There is no electric light, and I stay up late with kerosene-burning lamps (people call such lamps "bald boys") for lighting, emitting black smoke. The next day, all facial features are dark, especially the nostrils, which are surprisingly black.I said that there are too many unoxidized carbon molecules in the smoke from such a lamp, and everyone laughed and said, "Wang Meng's brain is full of unoxidized carbon molecules..." I can't go on, in fact, improving the condition of the lamp is not enough. Difficult, but there is also a kind of masochism here, and a kind of contempt for science and scientism: they are all rightists, and science is useless?If your nose is not smoked black, who will smoke it?

Literary and artistic activities are quite successful.Among us was a music teacher from the Children's Palace. He directed us to sing in a chorus, using old tunes and new words to express our determination to reform. "Come up the mountain by carrying water, our will is firm, no matter how windy or cold it is..." The lyrics are a new work, written by Zhang Yongjing (later the director of Beijing Broadcasting Bureau), and composed by a music teacher. "There are many stones in a stone ditch, and the stones are all over the hillside..." Zhang also wrote the lyrics, using the tune of "Yakexi". "Tsk tsk tsk salalabang" is a Jiangsu folk song. I forgot the words, but the tune is really nice.Through these activities, I initially developed the habit of singing and watching conductor gestures.

It is worth mentioning that when singing, you have to sing "Socialism is Good" written by Jie Fu in unison, especially the line "Rightists can't do it if they want to" loudly. A change of position and a complete conviction, I think so.But from the perspective of the revolutionaries, I don't know what to think. The theme of the study and group meetings here is confession. This logic is irrefutable and confusing: only by admitting that one is anti-Party can one prove that it is possible to change to not anti-Party.If you want to change to not anti-party, you must confirm that you are anti-party.Claiming that you are not anti-Party is to play against the organization (saying that you are anti-Party), which proves that you are still anti-Party.Confessing that you are not anti-Party is ironclad proof of anti-Party.Self-blaming is against the party, and it is indeed against the party's confession.But there is hope: the future may be less anti-Party.But after all, the case is as iron as a mountain, and there will never be a day of recovery.Turning it over and over, it is hard to escape the notoriety of being anti-Party.This is also like the famous problem, when you get to a certain place, you will be burned to death if you tell the truth, and you will be drowned if you tell lies.This is also like the famous military rule that people who are insane are not allowed to retire, and people who are insane cannot apply for retirement.

There is a former deputy head of the United Front Work Department of the Communist Youth League Committee. He is unmarried and has a cleanliness habit. He came from Xiehe Hospital. He also does not admit that he is anti-party.The various trivial cases and ABC-style theories he talked about made everyone think that only idiots ponder these childish thoughts-discourse.Everyone was angry, laughed and cursed, criticized and helped, chanted slogans, waved old punches, and spoke earnestly.He obeyed in one day, overturned the verdict in two days, and in the end he couldn't fight anymore. He followed everyone's shouts, and laughed with everyone after shouting. He laughed and became anxious and even cried. , get up in a hurry.And he decided: I am different from you, you are anti-Party, you all admit it, there is material!I'm not guilty of this, I don't have any material here.It is even more disgusting to say that, of course he is the black sheep, biting the donkey of the pack.The tragedy turned into a comedy, a farce, and the comedy turned into a tragedy.It is agreed that the boy is a bastard, he is asking for bad luck, and he deserves it!

He likes to read medical books. He has a habit of looking for his own symptoms by referring to medical books. Today he thinks that he has A syndrome. After a few days later, new medical information comes out, and he thinks that he has B syndrome. Let me study the achievements and importance of modern medicine with you again, and I will surely scare you away. Years later, he finally got cancer and died.May his spirit rest in peace. The writer Cong Weixi is also here, and he actually asked me to talk about his creation. I think he is out of touch with current affairs.I think he's looking for bad luck.I also think he's being honest.

What needs to be written is Xu Baolun. He is the first secretary of my branch in the underground Hebei High School, and he is two or three years older than me.He is from the Northeast, and he likes to wear a three-tile hat with his "ears" in winter.Later he was transferred to the Research Office of the Municipal Party Committee.Very suitable, he likes to study theories, he is mostly concerned with the big issues of the communist movement, and he likes to use big concepts and big terms.Before liberation, he told me that all Chinese people should know Comrade Liu Feng. In 1955, the People's Daily published his theoretical text on the issue of establishing a patriotic convention, which made me extremely envious and admirable.I heard that his love life was not going well, and once he had an argument with his girlfriend, he even grabbed her by the scarf, which was almost violent.He has a quick temper, I know that.

Met him in the afforestation team.He introduced that he was criticized for saying that the term "Stalinism" could be used to summarize Stalin's program and practice.Vision "big", different. In Yidan Shigou, I saw a piece of paper under his enamel rice bowl, on which was written a Tang poem: The setting sun enters the cave in the west, visiting a lone monk in a thatched hut. Where are the deciduous people? How many floors are there on Hanyun Road? Knocking the chime alone in the first night, leaning on a vine. In the dust of the world, I would rather love or hate.

Although I have liked Li Shangyin for a long time, I am not familiar with the Qilu "Northern Qingluo", and it is not a big reward. I chanted silently for a while, and smiled softly at my old comrade Xu. My smile was to persuade him to relax. subtext.He gave me a wry smile. I asked, "How are you?" He made a gesture and said: "The past is all frozen." His word "frozen" drew a long sound.I muttered "I want to open up a little..." and couldn't talk any more.At that time, I also borrowed a few dollars from him, probably because I was about to go on vacation, and I no longer had enough money on my body to use on the road.