Chapter 28 28. Playing with the toilet in Guanzhong

In fact, if there are written materials to follow, it is not necessary to visit them.Guan Zhong kept me at a respectful distance, we never interacted, only had dinner once by chance, but I knew him very well. At the dinner table, I looked down on him and thought of his story about playing with the toilet. According to a report in the November 1992 issue of "Chinese Men": Guan Zhong's father was the late senior legislator Guan Dacheng, who was an underground worker during the Anti-Japanese War.When Guan Zhong was four years old, Guan Dacheng was arrested by Japanese secret agents, and his whole family was imprisoned. Guan Zhong was still young at that time, but some episodes of his encounters made him unforgettable all his life.Guan Zhong recalled that they used to live in the Pingjin area, but in order to escape the pursuit of the Japanese, they moved to their father's hometown, Anton, for a temporary stay. Anton was a remote place, but the Japanese still found it.They beat his mother with one slap from one end of the room to the other end of the room, and then slapped him back again. The scene was so brutal that the young Guan Zhong almost died of fright.After being imprisoned, Guanzhong still remembers the cold walls, the family members huddled in the corner, and what they heard were the dragging of the chains on the prisoner's feet and the wailing of being tortured.At that time, his toy was the toilet that was taken in and out of the prison cell every day. He often went to play with such a dirty thing, so he was always scolded and even beaten by his mother.He and his younger sister, who was two years younger than him, developed measles in prison at the same time. The younger sister failed to survive and died in prison. The scene of his mother crying to death is still an indelible memory in Guanzhong.After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, Guanzhong's father changed from an underground worker to a receptionist in the Northeast, but within a few years the situation in the Northeast reversed, and the family retreated with the army.Guan Zhong said that he remembered that when the military vehicles arrived at Siping Street, the battle had just ended, and there were dead bodies everywhere.The truck clearing the battlefield was parked by the side of the road, and the corpses were thrown onto the truck one by one. The gutter was full of blood. Guanzhong finally saw what it means to flow like a river of blood.

Guan Zhong was six years younger than me. He was born in 1940 and was only eight years old when he arrived in Taiwan.He grew up in Taiwan. He followed the path of the Kuomintang establishment. After returning from studying abroad, he served as the deputy director of the Kuomintang Central Youth Workers' Union, the deputy secretary-general of the Policy Committee, the chairman of the Taipei City Party Committee, the chairman of the Taiwan Provincial Party Committee, and the Executive Yuan. Chairman of the Youth Auxiliary Association, Director of the KMT Central Group Trade Union, Deputy Secretary-General, Chairman of China Broadcasting Corporation, Legislator, Minister of Civil Service, Vice President of the Examination Institute, Convener of the Internal Affairs Group of the National Policy Research Foundation, World Longgang Pro Chairman of the Righteous Federation, President of the National Development Research Institute of the Kuomintang, Vice Chairman of the Kuomintang, and President of the Examination Institute.He followed the Kuomintang all his life, and finally became a high official in the small court with remnants of mountains and rivers.He kept a respectful distance from me all his life, but unfortunately he was at the same table with me once. I watched him eat with his head down. I must have never imagined that I could observe his long-distance history so closely.He is very diligent and has become a high-ranking official. He still does not forget to study and write books to review the history of the Kuomintang.I regret that he has never been able to reach the depth of self-criticism—the depth that the Kuomintang has brought disaster to the country and the people.But he is much more profound than the milk-smelling dragon Yingtai who is twelve years younger than him. He has seen what prisons, torture, and wars are like.He has experience and depth in this area, while Long Yingtai is just a layer of skin.The English proverb says "Beauty but skin deep." (Beauty but skin deep.).Long Yingtai looks like a slovenly abandoned woman with no beauty to speak of, but her historical knowledge is indeed just a layer of skin. Stop laughing."