Chapter 21 1. Fengyue

In this door last year today, the peach blossoms on the faces of people are red. The human face does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze. —— Dedicated to 77, Brother Ba and all Internet worms Fengyue has passed away long ago, and the flowers are red in the old year. I heard the first half of this story.Because it has been widely circulated in our compound, and the versions are not the same.It's really hard for me to imagine that the bad old man in front of me is the romantic and talented man in that story.He is so old that he has lost the minimum dignity he should enjoy as a person, so you don't even want to look at him again.Walking tremblingly, the walking stick in his hand dangled with him, as if the wind above level 4 could make this combination disappear with the wind.There was always a demented smile on his face, and the saliva from the corner of his mouth dripped down his chin unstoppably.So his family pinned a small towel on his chest, like a child eating.He has Alzheimer's.Fortunately, I haven't stayed so long that I don't know the way home. I go out for a walk alone every evening, repeat the single route without looking aside, and then go home on time.This old woman surnamed Yang can still vaguely see the style of the past.Although the elegant long skirt can hardly cover up the obviously fat waist, and the delicate makeup can't cover the sagging bag under the eyes, but her elegant demeanor, reserved smile, and still black and thick hair make you feel instantly It is concluded that she had infinite glory back then.

The old man's surname is Qin, and he was a powerful faction in the compound in his early years.Because he is a red kid—it is said that he carried a gun to fight at the age of thirteen, and was later selected to receive an orthodox Soviet academic education, so he sat on the throne of the president at the age of thirty-eight without any hesitation.This society is not an ordinary society, it can also be regarded as the frontier of the country, the mouthpiece of propaganda.Speaking of his brilliance back then, the older generation of educated gentlemen still nod in praise and praise him from the bottom of their hearts.Of course, this kind of praise inevitably contains sympathy for the frustrated.If old man Qin's bright official career had come to an end, he would definitely not be able to win unanimous praise.People usually use a magnifying glass to find the shortcomings of the winners, but they never hesitate to praise the advantages of the losers.

President Qin's bad luck began when Mrs. Yang moved into the courtyard next to his house.From the first photo above, her eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, her words were crisp and clear like jade beads on a plate, and her ivory-like hands stretched out over the low fence to gently rest on President Qin. The moment he touched his hand, he blocked his bright avenue. She introduced herself: "Yang Yinru, your neighbor." President Qin is also a cultural person of liberal romanticism.Some of his non-revolutionary Yangchun Baixue poems are still collected in our library as anthologies of contemporary masters.But those red articles about the vassalism did not leave any traces.It can be seen that he is a negative, decadent nihilist at heart.

Mrs. Yang was a focal figure from the very beginning when she entered the compound, and she was a different kind in the age when class struggle was in full swing.Now we can call her Mrs. Yang, but back then it was said that people in the compound struggled to give her a reasonable title. At that time, it was popular to call comrades or masters, or their positions, such as a director or an editor.As for the master, it is the most honorable title given to proletarian craftsmen, such as Master Wang who repairs shoes or Master Li who handles the spoon in the canteen.Comrade refers to a comrade-in-arms, friend and brother in the trenches. This is a title that obviously has a class position and emotional tendency.Obviously none of the above titles apply to Mrs. Yang.So when everyone saw her, they all responded with a smile without adding a name: "Have you eaten?"

She didn't care, and smiled back: "Are you busy?" It seemed that she was not eager to mingle with the people.This is thanks to her husband, who at the time was collectively referred to as a lover regardless of gender.However, her address to her husband follows the old tradition of "my husband". Her husband is a very important united front target, so everyone treats her politely and respectfully in order to unite with her husband.Her husband's main task is to compile family history, and occasionally collect some unofficial history.Although he was hailed as a historian later, in my opinion, he just picked and copied the stories of his grandma, grandpa, and great-grandfather from his family tree and added some of his own imagination.He didn't want his family history to be ignored or commented upon.But if you change to someone else, it will be troublesome. It is possible that his descendants will sue you in court, accusing you of falsifying history and slandering your ancestors.

Mrs. Yang was completely different from the lesbians who were busy devoting themselves to revolutionary construction at the time.She keeps her hair long and doesn't sport a cut.The sporty hairstyle is not the kind of playful short hair that was mentioned later, but the same color like a child's haircut with bangs in the front and a cut in the back.Most of the lesbians back then were unpretentious - a word synonymous with shabby.Everyone is poor at the same level, so poor that the women lose their enchanting qualities, and they are all gray and blue in homespun, unkempt. But Mrs. Yang combed her waist-length hair into a thick bun and tied it behind her head every day, and randomly inserted a handful of bamboo grates.Just this little decoration shows a different charm.When she first came here, she was wearing a cheongsam.So far, in my father's mouth, she is the best spokesperson for cheongsam.According to my father, "Her person looks like a willow leaf, floating on the water." As soon as my father said this, my mother immediately knocked a chest on the top of his forehead, and because of this, he has taken the burden of his life. The chore of washing dishes.Come to think of it, there were not a few warriors in the compound who were willing to be punished because they secretly glanced at Mrs. Yang.After all, it was too eye-catching, so Mrs. Yang also changed to the fashionable Lenin outfit.But they show their figure in the same way, and their style is unbelievable.

Another characteristic of Mrs. Yang that other women can hardly match is her leisure.At that time, she was always thirty-four to five years old, but she was still living a happy two-person world with her husband.Everyone later found out that her husband was infertile.In my eyes, the lives of lesbians at that time can be described as dark and joyless.To say that they are "not as good as pigs and dogs" is obviously exaggerated and disrespectful, but at least pigs and dogs don't have such a heavy psychological burden.There are elderly people on them, most of whom need support in the countryside; there are children, more than two.The monthly salary is more than ten to twenty yuan. After deducting some daily expenses, the remaining money at the end of the month is even tight enough to buy a handkerchief.I still remember that when I was ten years old, my father went to the south on a business trip and brought a woolen scarf to my mother, and she was so excited that she got up in the middle of the night to try it on.That woolen scarf later became a symbol of love in my mother's heart. Even though I wear cashmere now, I am still reluctant to discard it.Not only did Mrs. Yang have no children, but even herself and her husband's family seemed to have popped out of a crack in the rock, and she hadn't seen one or two poor relatives visit for years.Therefore, she can safely tend flowers and plants in her small courtyard.Every spring, the small courtyard of her house is very eye-catching and colorful; in midsummer, the lush creepers spread thick shade in her three-point small courtyard.People at that time were mostly busy with their livelihoods, and rarely had the leisure to play with that stuff.Even if I have free time, I will raise two chickens and ducks in the yard and lay a few eggs to subsidize the food.We all grew up running with chickens when we were kids.Basically, reed chickens have a higher status in the family than children, and they can peck on the ground and in our bowls at will.When I was young, I was agile, and when my mother gave an order, I could catch the chicken she named within a few steps.It's no longer possible, the belly is protruding, the legs are thicker, and I can't even catch the chicken walking in front of my eyes.

In those years, adults would go into battle before dawn.The woman was busy waking up the sleeping child, dragging the eldest child out of the hot bed with curses, dressing the second child, and feeding the third child.The man put on his clothes and went to the stove, opened the stove door, cooked porridge, and then went straight to the vegetable market.Mrs. Yang, without these common people's trivial matters, has lived the life of the old and the young.She hung a row of birdcages along the eaves and raised a row of small birds.Every morning, when there is still mist in the air, she selectively carries a birdcage and goes for a walk in the small bamboo forest not far from the pond, which is now popular for fitness or morning exercise.When she is in a good mood, she will babble and hang her voice in the depths of the bamboo forest.No one knows what Mrs. Yang used to do.But most people guessed that she must be from some kind of art school and had received professional training.Because she can sing a whole excerpt effortlessly, sing, read, sit and dance, her eyes and body are orderly, and her gestures are like a practicing family.In the eyes of those bumpkins in the compound, this is an artist at all.But Mrs. Yang's artistic career ended long before she came to our compound.Because of her husband, she was arranged to do proofreading in a very boring department after she came.Mrs. Yang not only failed to integrate into the red revolution, but engaged in passive resistance.She originally had a set of outfits, according to my father, the set of "drunken imperial concubine", phoenix coronet and red brocade, which were very conspicuously pinned on the middle hall of her house at the beginning, with a handful of red sandalwood color beside her. Pear Flower Tree Jinghu.My father had the honor to witness Mrs. Yang's stage presence.It was at the self-organized party held by the compound to celebrate the National Day. President Qin Lajinghu and Mrs. Yang appeared on the stage and performed a part of Farewell My Concubine. The breathtaking momentum and mournful singing on the stage drew warm applause from a large number of laymen. .My father was still imitating Yu Ji shaking her sleeves until last year, "Hands trembled dozens of times, neither fast nor slow, and they didn't stick out from the long sleeves. They only stretched out a long fingernail, and they bowed down." My mother Glancing at him coldly, snorting through his nose, he replied, "Is it someone else, or you?" It's a pity for that outfit, because Mrs. Yang refused to sing "Shajiabang" and "Red Lantern" during the "Cultural Revolution" Such tracks were burned.

The foreshadowing of this story is really long enough.The following is the indistinct romance. This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was already at a loss Mrs. Yang's husband was much older than Mrs. Yang, he must have been nearly sixty then, right?He looked like a weak young man, but he was still the kind of sentimental rich young man who let his maid help him to lean halfway between the pavilions, looking at the red plums in the snow, sighed softly, and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.It's a pity that the luck was bad, and they were organized during the liberation. Not to mention losing their wealth, they were squeezed into the company of ordinary people.Even so, this shaggy phoenix still has some posture left.This is just my imagination, even if I had half a relationship with the nobles back then, the memory has long been blurred.He seems to have passed away when I was sensible.

I have no memory of the Cultural Revolution, but only remember the bleak and dignified faces.However, for children, childhood is always happy, and they only know how to play crazy all day long.Zeng was so naughty that he bumped his feet to ring the doorbell of Mrs. Yang's house, and ran away cheering when he heard the sound of "ding dong" and approaching footsteps.At that time, the doorbell was a rarity, a sign of quality of life.Who has the spare money and is so elegant that he saves the effort of knocking on the door?There is no money, only a handful of stupid strength left.

The starting point of their love, I guess, is an opera and an accompaniment.At first, President Qin was the guest of the Yang family.President Qin's ulterior motives are not to drink, and he always condolences to the neighbors next door under the banner of unity and progress.I don't know if the son-in-law of the opposite family is ignorant of the world, or pretending not to know, but in short, he started his wife's diplomacy.Later, they became so intimate that everyone could often smell the harmony of the piano after nine o'clock in the middle of the night.President Qin is the one pulling Hu, Mrs. Yang is the one singing opera, and the one who slaps him is the grizzled young master, but the scene reflected outside the window is also very happy.The reason why I said nine o'clock in the middle of the night was not a typo.In that era when entertainment was scarce, everyone lived a primitive life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset, so how could there be feasting and feasting?The only fun for adults at night is to move a stool, build a summer bed, and talk about the mountains with cattail fans.The children would sit on the cool bed and play games that are popular across the country, such as "You shoot one, I shoot one, a child takes a plane...you shoot ten, I shoot ten, ten children defeat Chiang Kai-shek".Occasionally, the sound of crackling with a fan to drive away mosquitoes can be heard.It was still a long summer night.If it is winter, everyone will turn on the light and go to bed after listening to the Hongyun news from the Central People's Broadcasting Station.Usually no more than eight o'clock. The revolutionary situation became extremely acute in the compound.President Qin's roots are strong and young, and he is in the prime of life. It is not easy to move this evergreen tree down.Some opponents wanted to completely beat him down in terms of life style, and then stepped on him so that he would never stand up again, so as to achieve the goal of occupying the mountain as king.Looking back at history, maybe there are selfish desires that are ashamed to be hidden behind countless political struggles?The conclusion of the experience of the predecessors is that the best way to defeat the enemy is either to overthrow you economically, or to overthrow you from the perspective of men and women.Both of these are things that can never be turned over after one foot is set, which is much worse than being collapsed in the name of politics.Many victims of political struggles soon appeared on the stage again, but I have never heard of any corrupt criminals or hooligans who can be rehabilitated.The successor president organized a group of people, went through all kinds of hardships, collected evidence, followed up, and finally sacrificed the sleep time of the revolutionary young general on a dark and windy winter night, with lightning speed. The momentum went straight to the ecstasy cave of the adulterer and the adulterer, and blocked the two of them naked on the bed.The men and women who are around witness run through all levels of the compound.Some are watching the excitement, some are infinitely sympathetic, some are gloating, and some are harboring ulterior motives.My father said that someone knocked on the door in the middle of the night and asked him to watch the fun, but my father declined.In the words of my father: "It's too cruel." I dare not ask what is the cruelty in his heart, is it the final collapse of the beauty in his heart, or is it a horrible insult? Humiliation is also seen differently by everyone.I really appreciate Mrs. Yang's composure when she faced everyone's profane gazes.She frankly exposed her body like a bright moon, and did not block the greedy eyes of those wild beasts at all. She just raised her head proudly, and said in a calm tone that she usually replied to everyone's greetings: "It's cold, let them Put on your clothes." Remember, at this critical moment, what she wants to protect is the man beside her who has shamed her all her life.I think that at this time, it is not so much an insult to love by barbarism, but rather a humiliation of Mrs. Yang's leisurely demeanor and indifferent attitude to the brilliant results of the long-term detection work. After all, no matter how dehumanized they were in those years, most of these people were still highly educated.Although the opposition leaders tasted the fruits of victory, they did not enjoy the pleasure of beating the enemy psychologically.Negotiating men and women clearly had a psychological advantage in this battle.After a moment of silence, the leader of the opposition waved his hands and said, let them put on their clothes. This lively scene of smartly catching a slut has been talked about by adults for several years, which shows how boring life was back then.Whenever they talked about the play, their mouths were frothing and their eyebrows were beaming.This is why even though I was a child when the story happened, I still have a deep impression on it.When I was a child, I always despised the broken shoes of the slut in the story, and followed everyone to hang smelly and rotten sneakers on her head, and threw stones at her, as if she had endless revolutionary emotions.I once excitedly talked to my mother about throwing stones again, but my mother beat me with a cane and sternly said that if I tried again, my legs would be broken.I was so scared that I kept a distance from Mrs. Yang ever since.It was already dusk and my mother told me now that from the day Mrs. Yang had an accident, she felt admiration and sympathy for her.Women are actually just victims of life-and-death struggles in the world of men, but they have to bear many things that they cannot bear. Mrs. Yang endured it silently.She still goes to work proudly every day, keeping a distance from this half-human, half-beast group.Even when everyone was looking for topics to fight her, her demeanor was still outstanding.What was even more unexpected was that within a few months after being caught raped in bed, everyone saw Mrs. Yang walking back and forth in the courtyard with a proud belly.People often speculate whether this child was... that night?I think Mrs. Yang was dazzled by the joy of life in her womb back then, and the happiness on her face made people jealous, so why did she care about the way others looked at her and the suspicion about the origin of the child in her womb?It was also when she conceived life that her short-lived son-in-law passed away at the right time.I don't believe that the master was pissed off by her like others said, and he would have died if he was going to be pissed off.The catching of rape happened in his bed at home, but he hid in the study downstairs and never saw him.I think I know it well. Mrs. Yang raised this so-called posthumous child by herself.When the child grows up, he is a copy of President Qin, and he can't even renege on his debts.She still lives opposite President Qin.It's just that President Qin back then has been demoted to editor Qin.Editor Qin was originally not qualified to live in this representative small western-style building, but his political rank is low and his military rank is high, so with his teenage revolutionary qualifications, others can't help him.A strange scene was born in this way: the mistress and her lover looked across the door but seldom spoke. The lover saw his own flesh and blood running around but couldn't hear him calling for father.I think that Editor Qin is committed to Mrs. Yang.However, his original partner is also a stubborn master. She has experienced her husband's cheating, being caught, being demoted, being born as a villain, facing her rival in love, but she can still stick to the family unyieldingly; she neither publicly expressed her support, like Hillary, nor secretly betrayed her. Such as Wang Xifeng.Although she was heart-warming, she endured it for decades, until the little bastard had grown into an adult before she let go. I have since stopped believing that all love stories have happy endings.The lover who was suffering for a lifetime has gone through countless winds and rains, and now the related people are scattered like birds and beasts. There should be a happy reunion, right?no.Those lovers for half a century are still living door to door until now, without bothering each other.In the past when the old man was sober, he might have conveyed a few words without words, but now he is confused, and he seems to be a real stranger. I remembered the story of stir frying because a few days ago, when I went to the cafeteria to buy steamed buns, I saw two happy friends gathering not far away.It was evening, and the sky was covered with brilliant clouds that burned the entire western sky red.The old man still staggered away, and Mrs. Yang came to meet him.I heard her greet her ex-lover with a Beijing film as crisp as an oriole: "Look, your nose is running out, don't catch a cold. Let me wipe it for you." After speaking, wipe it carefully with a small towel Fuck the runny nose that the old man is about to flow into his mouth. The old man smirked, maybe he had long since forgotten that the woman in front of him had ever been close to him, neither thanked him nor saw the tender eyes in those days.Just as the old man continued to walk, Mrs. Yang gently took his arm and said, "Your shoelaces are untied, don't trip yourself. Wait, I'll tie them for you." After speaking, she leaned over and squatted Next, a lock of hair hanging from the ear was tied behind the head casually so as not to block the line of sight.The old man looked down at the woman next to his legs in confusion, and suddenly, the familiar eyes flashed a clear light in his eyes.A little distress, a little guilt, a little expectation.Just for a moment.The woman never saw it. I saw it, saw the touch of romance back then.