Chapter 22 The two women of No. 63

In 1968, during the "Cultural Revolution" to clear the brigade, a well-known large factory in a large city in northern China built an illegal prison in the style of a Nazi concentration camp, known as No. 63.Many intellectuals and cadres were brutally persecuted there.Ten years later, not long after the "Gang of Four" was smashed, it was once exposed, and an exhibition was held to show it to the world.Its rare level of torture, cruelty and tyranny, and its strict and top-secret organizational methods horrified it for a while.Now the exhibition has been removed, and the ruins are gone. When the author visited the survivors who survived on the 63rd, I still couldn't believe that this happened in the land of China only a dozen years ago.An ancient country that claims to have a civilization of 5,000 years, it is even more crazy than prehistoric barbarism.And these survivors look back on the past with lingering fears.The wounds of the soul are still bleeding and exposed.

Before disclosing the experiences of the two women, the author first records the oral accounts of No. 63 introduced by other personal experiencers as follows; so that readers can have a general understanding of No. 63. A: "Its original site was the old instrument workshop of our factory, and later it was used as a warehouse. It is a large tube room, like a theater, with a size of about 200 square meters. In the spring of 1968, the special team of the factory used it as a cowshed to go to the factory. The people inside were locked up by bricklayers and carpenters to divide them into many small cells, each six to seven square meters in size. glass, with a small paper curtain on the outside, as a monitoring hole."

B: "Why is it called number 63? Its internal number is number 63." C: "No. 63 has a strict system. People are not allowed to call each other's names, they can only be called 'this' or 'that'. You must lower your head when you walk, and you are not allowed to look elsewhere. I was locked up there for more than a year, and many I don’t know who is locked in there. Especially who is locked in the room next to the south, no one can tell. There is an engineer, the couple are locked in No. 63, and the engineer died for a year Many, his wife even asked someone to bring him matches."

A: "The guards at No. 63 are divided into three shifts, with seven or eight people in each shift, a total of 20 to 30 people. There are more than 100 people locked inside. There are two major cases, one is 'Pedofi The people involved are the engineers and experts in the factory. The other is called the "Three Parties", which are all party members and leading cadres. The so-called "Three Parties" are neither the Communist Party nor the Kuomintang, but those of the Factory Revolutionary Committee. People in order to eliminate the crimes made by dissidents in the party. These two kinds of people fight the most fiercely."

C: "I have seen many movies about fascist concentration camps. I dare say that No. 63 is more fascist than fascist. Some punishments are not even fascist. For example, there is a kind of "land duck duck water", which asks people to lie on the ground and use iron When brushing the soles of the feet, it hurts and itches. I can’t bear it. When the arms and legs move, it looks like duck water, so it is called "land duck water". There is also a kind of "anal smoking", which is called "anal smoking". People take off their pants, point their anus at the cigarette butt and sit in. There is a senior engineer who specializes in boilers. He is the only disabled person alive today. He has been living in the hospital since he came out. Originally, we wanted you to interview him, But the doctor won't. He's got tacks on all ten of his fingers, and all his ribs are broken..."

Ding: "Because of my good background, I have been popular for three generations. After a period of time, I was asked to buy and deliver meals at No. 63, pour excrement and urine, and help watch the night. Every morning, I put a paint bucket in the aisle and asked them to They came to the toilet one by one. But as soon as they sat on the urine bucket, the guard shouted: "Get up!" The ambassador only gave him two minutes. There were so many bedbugs in No. 63 that he couldn't sleep because of the bite. I caught him once I helped him There are more than a hundred bedbugs. But No. 63 is not allowed to kill bedbugs, and bedbugs are also their natural tool to torture people."

C: "There was a young man who was wronged. He was a worker. He quarreled with the director of the Revolutionary Committee for housing and was thrown into No. 63. He had a very violent temper. He beat him to the bottom of the bunk, but he still refused to accept it. He was tied to the chair with wire and tightened with a steel drill until the wire penetrated into his flesh. Until now, when he takes a shower, he can still see the deep tunnel on his leg where the wire strangled him. Those guards still use small wooden sticks Knocking his genitals until he bleeds, leaving sequelae, no sex, broken... Workers are beaten like this, let alone those intellectuals."

A: "Twenty-four hours a day, whenever they want to torture, they pull out a person, making ghosts howl. They are afraid that people outside will hear the sound, so they play records. There is an old-fashioned hand-cranked gramophone, always the record , the part sung by Tiemei in the model opera "The Story of the Red Lantern". As long as Tiemei sings, I don't know who will be tortured again. Now that the model opera is being sung again, I can hear those screams in my ears." C: "They asked the electrician to change the voltage from 220V to 24V, for fear that people would commit suicide. The bulbs were covered with explosion-proof covers, and there was nothing in the room. But if people really want to die, they can always find a way. There is a Before liberation, the man who ran a boat to sell small fish in Donggu said he was a pirate, and punished him miserably. He actually picked up a big iron nail on the ground, and smashed the nail into his head with a brick used to support the legs of the bed. inside."

Ding: "There was also an engineer, in his seventies, who fell ill after being put outside in the cold for a day and a night, and fell unconscious. The guards put on white coats and entered his room, saying that he was a doctor who had been invited. Two people lifted him up and twirled rapidly in the air, saying they were asking him to 'fly on the plane' and asking him 'is he beautiful?' Then they threw him on the ground for 'massage', which was trampling on him...once, the guard Asking those who were punished to fight him, this is called "Old Black Fighting Old Black". I watched him with one arm clattering in front of his face, like a fake, and he looked very strange. This man was a little crazy later, and there was shit in the room There was urine and it stinks. The guard told me to give him a fuck, and his body was covered in black mud scabs! Only then did I find out that his arm was dislocated. No one treated him, until his arm was dead. Bang in front of..."

A: "No. 63 is absolutely blocked from the outside world. People who come out from there are scared of being beaten. Who dares to say it? If they say so, they will be arrested and punished again. People outside, passing No. 63, are far away Hide and walk. There is a man squatting nearby to tie his shoelaces. If he committed a crime, he was arrested and beaten. In our big factory of 2,000 people, No. 63 is a terrible mystery, a mysterious hell, cannibalism of the devil's lair." A: "When the number of people locked up in Guan 63 was the largest, they couldn't let them go. They found a small warehouse in the factory and planned to build a semicolon. They called bricklayers to break this warehouse into small cells. The size of a double bed. There are six rooms on one side and eight rooms on the other side. Later, they found that the bricklayers were working and whispering. They were afraid that the matter would make too much trouble, so they have not used it since it was built."

The news of the massacre on the 63rd spread to Beijing one after another. On June 24, 1970, Chen Boda and the director of the Municipal Revolutionary Committee came to this factory, saying that they were inspecting the work of "grasping the revolution and promoting production".They must, and No. 63 began to release people quietly.Then, the devil's lair that had killed countless innocent people for two years was demolished and razed to the ground in the name of cleaning up the old factory building.The magic cave is removed, but the shadow remains.The perpetrators have been at large for a long time. Those who are officials are officials, and those who are promoted are promoted. This is just a disguised form of destroying stolen goods. The iron railing of No. 63 became invisible, imprisoning people's hearts even more deeply.It wasn't until the end of the Cultural Revolution that the victim was rehabilitated and the mastermind of No. 63 was arrested and brought to justice.But the law can only punish crimes, but cannot heal the victimized soul. The author's judgment comes from the feelings after writing the self-reported experiences of these two women.It's a pity that the words are silent, unable to convey the bloody and tearful heart sounds when they told this past event.But what kind of experience, when recalled after twenty years, is still so turbulent, like an accusation? The two of them, one is the wife of the victim, and the other is the brutal person who escaped from No. 63. life and death In 1968, a 48-year-old female unemployed woman in District K, City K Don't worry, I can tell you that I have gone through such a terrible thing, and I can bear it once I say it.I heard that you came, yesterday I figured out how to say it, I thought about it all night, but now it's all messed up again, maybe I'm going to say something... I'm a little bit guilty again. My grandfather is Zheng Xiaoxu, Pu Yi's teacher, you have seen this in "The Last Emperor".My grandfather has been following the emperor and is very confused about family affairs.In a family like ours, there are things that are not told to the children, so when I asked about my grandparents during the "Cultural Revolution", I couldn't explain clearly. My husband Lao Liu is a mechanical engineer.After graduating from the Department of Mechanical Engineering of Beiyang University, he has been doing technical work, but his background is not good. His father is Liu Guanxiong, chief of the Beiyang Navy, and an old bureaucrat. This is destined to be the focus of our rectification. Lao Liu was locked up during the "Four Cleansing Movement", and later said that "take a bath and go downstairs" to be fine, and then the "Cultural Revolution" came.It came too fiercely and fiercely, and I was completely unprepared.Suddenly one day, Red Guards, workers from the old Liu factory, broke into my house. Many people took picks and planed the tile floor, the steps outside the house, and even the roof.He even stabbed the sofa with a knife, saying he was looking for a weapon.There are two holes in the bed board of my house, which are old beds at home. I never thought about where these two holes came from. They said they were holes made by bullets. They asked me for a gun and bullets. It was really scary.I don't know what happened to Lao Liu. When Lao Liu came back at night, the house was in a mess.He comforted me and said: "Many people have copied it, don't be afraid." Only then did my heart settle down.I have never done anything in my life.Our two families are family friends. We were childhood sweethearts and we married him when we were twenty-two; The next day they came again and copied again.My family lives in "Xincun", where most of the engineers in the factory live, they gathered us together and paraded us in the streets to protest.They asked us to hang a dustpan or small pots and pans around our necks, beat them with sticks, and say, "I am a ghost and a snake!" They also brought the party secretary, pasted a big red paper umbrella with our names on it, and asked him to hold it up. .It means that we are ghosts and monsters protected under his big red umbrella.It happened so suddenly, people were all dumbfounded, and there was no face to talk about, just walking on the street in such an ugly way. My house was copied five times in a row. The contents of the entire drawer, the good things that had been stored for many years, as well as Lao Liu's books, technical materials, and diaries were all taken away.Lao Liu likes to take pictures, and there are a lot of them.So after copying, there are broken photos all over the floor.Those children who did not confiscate their homes surrounded the outside and looked in.My head was numb, and I was afraid when I heard the sound.Then we were kicked out of the "new village".A carriage came and asked us to bring the pots, pans, bedding, tables and chairs necessary for eating and boarded the carriage.They were not allowed to take the mirror, saying it was a "mirror mirror", and they were driven to a simple house in the middle of a piece of water, but the street representatives there came out and said, "They don't want ghosts and ghosts, they think we are dirty."But they pulled us down again to criticize and fight, then caught up with the carriage, and finally stuffed us into a dilapidated building called the "garbage building", where we lived in a small house of about ten square meters.People came to the factory for interrogation every day.They really had a way, and actually found an old uniform his father wore when he was the chief of the navy at the home of Old Brother Liu in T City, as well as photos of old officers, saying that Old Liu was "attempting to change the sky."What year is it? Even if Lao Liu wants to change the sky, he can't wear this set of Qing Dynasty clothes on stage.They also forced me to write a letter to Puyi asking him for old photos, so that they could show that we wanted to restore the old dynasty. Thanks to Puyi’s reply, he said that he didn’t have such old photos, otherwise we would be even more unlucky.They just do it like this, and they will do whatever they want.Confused, I feel like I have no way out.But after working on it for a while, when I was worried, I said that the problem was over.Lao Liu's watch was also returned to him.After a few days of relaxation, I turned around and said that Lao Liu organized the "Pei Duofei Club". I don't know who Pei Duofei is. I said that Pei Duofei has a foreign name. My family has never seen this person.It was only later that I found out that this referred to a counter-revolutionary organization that staged a coup d'état.All of a sudden, my heart went up to my throat again. Lao Liu and I came to this factory before liberation.It was desolate here then.Technicians like us are highly paid and have no place to spend, so we often play together.Old Liu is hospitable, likes to take pictures, skates, plays tennis, and is an entertainer; I love to sing, and we have no children, and the house is spacious. Almost all the engineers live in "Xincun" and often come to my house for parties. It has been like this for many years. Until the "Four Cleanups". As soon as the "Four Clean-ups" started, everyone lost the mood to play.However, there was a man in "Xincun" who had joined the Three Youth League of the Kuomintang. When the "Cultural Revolution" came, he was terrified, so he wrote a big-character poster saying that we were running the "Pei Duofei Club."This is a huge problem, from scratch. Old Liu was scared. He was very timid and kept crying until his glaucoma broke out.I have always used him as a "reassurance pill", seeing him like this, I think I should be his "reassurance pill", so I said: "We are like animals. We are knocked down, and we will stand up again. Aren't we just playing together, and we haven't done anything bad, so what are we afraid of?" In fact, I was even more afraid, terribly afraid.I always feel that it is much more terrifying than the time when I started raiding the house.That time, he was beaten with a big stick, and whoever happened to hit him would die;I wish it would be the best time for someone to break into the house and shoot us all as fast as we can. On the night of July 3rd, it was extremely hot, and Lao Liu and I had just returned to our house when we were enjoying the shade, when a large group of people came in and ordered us to sit across the street and not talk to each other.I only heard them copying and smashing in the house, the sound was very scary, and then I told Lao Liu to follow them. Lao Liu suddenly took my hand and started to cry, crying very sadly, tears wet my hands.Weeping and crying, he was afraid that I would be sad, so he said to me: "Don't worry, we have nothing to do, we will come back when we figure it out, you have to believe in the policy." I have a folding fan in my hand, on which I wrote Chairman Mao's poem "Yong Mei" with a brush.He said: "Just give it to me!" Strange, why are you asking for the folding fan I wrote again at this moment?In fact, he knew it well at the time, and he knew that it was impossible for him to come back.When I folded the fan for him, he shook my hand very hard—he held it with all his heart.Who would have thought that this handshake would be a permanent farewell! He's gone, and I'm going crazy, stupid.those people asked me, "Where are you going?" "I don't know what I'm going to do," I said. "You can come with us, we can disassemble him, wash him, and listen to some news about him." They said. I think this way I can still be by Lao Liu's side, know his situation, and think it is their kindness.Unexpectedly, this is their trap, they also want to get me away, so that they can squeeze something from me to punish Lao Liu.I sat in the back of the car and entered their factory, and then entered a large factory building - this is No. 63.After I entered, I was pushed into a very small room, and the door was closed with a "Kang Dang". I saw a pile of torn quilts and straw for sleeping on the ground, and thought that I was going to jail.I was interrogated in the middle of the night.Tell me to bring out the evidence of counter-revolutionary crimes. If I don't have it, I will pull it out of the house to rectify it.For two and a half years, he was beaten to death, and his hair was ripped off by them.I secretly stuffed my hair into the quilt, thinking that sooner or later I would sue them when I came out.After smashing the "Gang of Four", they asked me to go on stage to accuse them. A big leader told me to let go of my speech. I spoke for more than an hour, and my heart was beating violently! At first they asked me to admit it, saying that my family made telegraphs, held black meetings, and read reactionary oaths.They placed three bottles of urine and a bucket of excrement beside me, and if they refused to admit it, they would pour me with excrement and urine.They also made up a set, saying that when my family held a black meeting to accept the party flag of the Kuomintang, they asked me to write it, and if I didn’t write it, I would beat and scold them. I have never heard such nasty words since I was a child. It's awful. Every day, I was notified to go to bed after twelve o'clock, and I was woken up at five o'clock.Every day when I think about the trial, I will be dragged away.Really beat it to death!Once three strong men pushed me down and kicked me around.I kicked hard all over my body, and my nose was bleeding. They used Chairman Mao's "latest instructions" I copied to stop the nosebleed. My mouth was so swollen that I couldn't eat for days. I was killed. They have many ways to deal with people.Sometimes I was asked to run around the chair with a lot of iron chains in my hands, without stopping, and passed out all the time.There are two young men who are the most vicious. They lifted me up, one grabbed my head, the other grabbed my feet, and wrung it like a washed bed sheet. The joints of my whole body were about to be broken. It hurt so much that when I cried out in pain, they I turned on the gramophone and played the record, loud enough to drown out my shouting. Of course I can't admit it. If I admit it, they will use this thing to force Lao Liu, and Lao Liu must die.I thought, I'd rather tell them to kill myself than tell them to kill Lao Liu. They also have another way, that is, they often starve me. Several times a day, they don’t give me a bite of food. I’m so hungry that I pull out the straw from the straw mat and stuff it in my mouth. I swallow it hard, and I become an animal.Later, when I ate, I often left half of the cornbread hidden in the straw, ready to eat when I was hungry, but sometimes when I used it, it had already grown green hair, and I had diarrhea from eating. In the future, I will also learn to be good, and I will just talk nonsense if I don’t insist on it. They asked, "Who did you play cards with at the club?" I said, "With Chiang Kai-shek and Song Meiling." They asked, "What do you keep that old military uniform for?" I said, "Wear it for a while every day to commemorate the Kuomintang." When they knew that I was talking nonsense, they punished me even more fiercely.One day, they said to me, "You have upgraded, and I will shoot you today!" They covered my head with a padded jacket, put it on a jeep, and ran for more than an hour. In fact, they just drove back and forth on the salt flat behind the factory.Then dragged out of the car and pushed into a broken house.Rows of people, all officials, and people in military uniforms.Their questions are very horizontal: "Where's your transmitter?" I said, "Thrown into the river." They asked again, "Where did you get the blueprint for the telegraph?" I said, "I bought it at the Xinhua Bookstore." They listened to my nonsense, and three of them beat me with wooden sticks and chopped me with the back of their knives.There was a man who had never hit me before, and I thought he was going towards me, and this time he hit me too, and more fiercely. - When he came back, he hung me up and beat me again. The next day, a thug sneaked into my room and said to me: "Since there is no transmitter, it will be cleared up sooner or later. Seeing that your leg is swollen like this, I have studied medicine and I hope you can treat it. Don't let it go." they know." I thought he had a conscience and didn't know how to say words of gratitude.But I didn't expect him to lend me a leg injury and insult me.I call for help and there is no one.Desperately fighting against him... At this time, I really wanted to kill myself.If you survive, you will only get worse day by day.A female worker at the night watch persuaded me, and I thought of Old Liu again.If I die, how will Lao Liu live after he is released; but I don't know.He couldn't stand it for three months after he came in, smashed his head with a brick from the bed leg, and committed suicide... I remember that one day not long after I came in, I saw his back once through the crack of the door, and was pushed by two people.I still thought he was alive.We were both on number 63, he didn't know that I was in there, and I didn't know that he was done early.If I know that he is not alive, why should I endure these sins and live? In the spring of 1971, one day they suddenly said to me: "Tell you, your husband committed suicide from the people on September 28, 1968..." I only heard one sentence, "You must draw with him." Clear the boundaries!" At that time, I just felt extremely numb in my heart, I didn't feel anything, and I didn't shout.When they came to ask me to write materials again, and wanted me to say that I had "broke a clean break" with Lao Liu, I suddenly ran out and cried loudly, calling Lao Liu.It exploded all of a sudden! My mind is completely out of control.Suddenly I felt that this was a fake, Lao Liu was not dead, I thought he had confessed well, he had already gone out, and one day he would push a bicycle to pick me up; we just wandered around to beg for food; but suddenly I felt that this was Really, I couldn't take it anymore, cried loudly, called Lao Liu, shouted loudly, really, as if Lao Liu was right in front of me.The male and female guards at No. 63 all said that there was a ghost... I really didn't expect them to do this... In this way, they said to me: "Our factory is engaged in production, so we can't ask you to live here all the time and pay such a high price..." They threw me out.I am determined not to go back to the hut in the "garbage building". When I see every plant and tree there, my nerves go crazy.They took me to another place to live, and asked two female workers to accompany me in turn, fearing that I would commit suicide.It was only later that I found out that someone was investigating the death of No. 63. They were very afraid that I would commit suicide and that another life would be lost. When Lao Liu died, the crematorium was not burned, but the gang at No. 63 chopped firewood to burn it.Then nail a box and put the ashes in it.One day they came, took a white cloth bag, and said to me: "He deserves to die!" He opened the bag and threw the box on the ground, it was Lao Liu!As soon as I collapsed on the ground, I yelled, "Help--" From that day on, I made a big bundle and put it on the bed, put Lao Liu's clothes on him, and then put Lao Liu's hat on.He is Lao Liu.I don't go out every day, to be with him, and he is with me.Put it on a pair of chopsticks when eating.It just stayed there, motionless and not speaking.I don’t need it to talk, since he’s here, it’s fine... Later, my adopted daughter came back.People told me to dismantle the dummy so as not to scare my daughter, so I moved it away. My adopted daughter went to Inner Mongolia to jump in the queue at the beginning of the "Cultural Revolution".Her fate is no better than mine.Her biological father was a good friend of Lao Liu since childhood.Lao Liu and I have no child, and she was brought here when she was 40 days old.His biological father, Zhu Wenhu, was an electrical engineer in the old Liu factory. Because he used to come to my house to play, he was charged with the same case as us. He was labeled as the second manager of the "Pei Duofei Club" and was also imprisoned in No. 63.He has a stubborn temper and fights harder.Several times, he was forced to stuff cigarette butts into his anus and was not allowed to defecate. He died after being stepped on and broke three ribs. He died in the hospital.Afterwards, they asked the hospital to issue a false certificate, saying that he died of a heart attack.He also changed the name of a chest photo with a broken rib bone to "Mike", for fear that someone will check it in the future. The two fathers of my adopted daughter, one biological father and one adoptive father, both died on the 63rd.I killed an old Liu, and in fact I also died.I still don't understand why I am still alive.Tell me, why am I still alive? ***Death is a blank space that leaves many question marks. *** eternal memory 54-year-old female in 1968 A middle school teacher in K District, K City I'm that "the woman who gives money to the dead" you hear about.All my pain is in this sentence.You see I'm calm now, don't I?But this sentence is a deep abyss for me, and as soon as I touch it, I sink into it, very deep. My husband died on December 17, 1969.Died in number 63.I have never been to No. 63, and then I learned that it is very powerful, and several engineers died in it.But if you know Lao Qian—my husband, you know that he is not the kind of person who invites trouble; he has worked in this factory for twenty years as a supply manager, and he doesn't even take a screw from the factory.Why must he be killed?And hang him alive? I have known him since we were young. He is a bit grumpy, but he is honest and works hard. We live in poverty but have a strong backbone.He has always been a small business cadre, and he has never been a seventh-rank official. I have always been an ordinary teacher.We have five children, we invest in our children intellectually, we spend all our income on them, and send them all to college. During the "Cultural Revolution", my family was the poorest, and we couldn't find anything of value even if we dug the walls and dug the ground.Half of the box was empty, and there was only more than one hundred yuan in the passbook.There was only an old western knife, which they used as a dagger and put it on display as evidence of old money. Lao Qian was accused of participating in the "Pei Duofei Club" at Engineer Liu's house.If you listen to them, Engineer Liu's house really seems to have a hidden sabotage organization. In fact, where is that, I often go there to play. In the early days of liberation, there were big puddles here.Fan Xudong and Hou Debang were very bold in order to start up the factory, and they wanted all the top three graduates from Yenching University, Fudan University, and Nankai University.Various technical experts are also hired with high salaries.Talented people gathered for a while, Premier Zhou also said that this place is a "technical basket"!These high-level talents all live in the "New Village", a neat small house and courtyard.At that time there were no entertainment venues, and intellectuals always wanted to enjoy themselves, so what should we do?Engineer Liu and his wife are fun and hospitable, and their house is rich, so everyone often goes to his house for gatherings.Singing opera, playing cards, but never getting paid.Everyone remembers each other's birthdays, and when they meet someone's birthday, or celebrate the New Year, they will bring some food to play together, and the relationship is very harmonious.My family doesn't live in "Xincun", but in "Triangle", but Laoqian likes Peking Opera, singing Xiaosheng, singing Zhou Yu, and playing the huqin well. I sing Cheng Pai, and Engineer Liu and his wife are also good at singing. Sing and sing.It's that simple.But most of these intellectuals were from poor backgrounds, and they had been noticed long ago.I remember that when we were gathering together, the street representative of Xincun once climbed a tree and looked into the house. At that time, we thought he wanted to watch the excitement.My youngest son likes to play with the radio, and there are always some antennas on the house. Once, the street representative and the police came to my house suddenly, saying that they would check the circuit for safety.Later, when the "Pei Duofei Club" was established, they said they wanted to find a radio station. After finding the radio station, they went to Beijing to announce the good news to Chairman Mao. Only then did I realize that we have always been the target of attention.I am very afraid of this - my son-in-law once brought back some electrical parts of the US military from the Korean battlefield, such as small earphones, and then all of them were taken away by my young son who likes radio when he went to school in Xinjiang.If I didn't take it away, it's a big deal, the evidence is conclusive, and the radio station must be at my house.My whole family must have been killed. At that time, when I think about it, I am afraid of many things. When the clearing of the team began, Lao Qian was censored for this matter, but he was a "day student" and could go home every night.Suddenly one day he didn't come back, and when it was past twelve o'clock at night, I muttered, ran outside under the dark lights and turned around a few times, but there was still no one.After one o'clock, the door was slammed, and someone from the factory came to help someone break in and ransack the house.I asked, "Why didn't Lao Qian come back?" They said, "Not coming back for a while." Since then, I haven't seen him again.When he left home to go to the factory that morning, he looked so ordinary, but he left so ordinaryly, without saying goodbye to life or death, but once he went, it was over.How could it be so easy for a person to be over. Since then, there has been almost no news.I just vaguely heard that he was very thin, his face was pale, and he was sweeping the yard with a big broom.In fact, the news is not true at all.He has been imprisoned in No. 63 for a long time. If he is really asked to clean the yard, it should be said that he is an errand of the emperor.Because I was a teacher in a middle school and had a work unit, I wasn't locked in. Engineer Liu's lover didn't work, so he was locked in No. 63 and suffered a lot.Both her husband and wife were locked in the same big house, and she didn't even know that Engineer Liu had died for more than two years. At the time I was on the old money, and I seemed to be more optimistic.Because other people with problems have their wages withheld, but Laoqian's wages have been paid at the original amount.At the beginning, I was allowed to send him something.I often send some cigarettes, toothpaste, and soap. He likes snacks, so I buy a catty of snacks and wrap them up for delivery. I also send some clothes for him to change into.Every month I went to the factory to collect his wages and gave him 40 yuan.But they never asked me to go to No. 63. I was handed over to the task force and transferred to him.I thought, why his salary has been paid all the time, he must have relatively minor problems, maybe one day he will come home regularly again.This was the most beautiful fantasy ever. For more than a year, until after the Spring Festival in 1970, when I went to school, a teacher asked me: "Is there any trust in old money?" I said: "No." He whispered to me mysteriously: "I heard that Old Qian died." I said, "No way, why is the salary still paid after the death, without notifying the family? I received his salary a few days ago and sent money to him." How stupid I am, I still can't believe this news, in fact, it has been several months since the death.I didn't believe it, and I had my reasons. After that, someone from No. 63 in the factory came to me again, asking for money and clothes, saying that the old money was not enough.I also entrusted him with a padded jacket for Lao Qian and Xin Xu.I received his salary as usual, and then sent part of the money to the special case team, and they accepted it every time. If there was any hesitation on their expressions, it would also arouse my suspicion.How could they deceive me, poor woman, so quietly!How hard-hearted they are!Tell me, what were they thinking when they took my money? After three or four months, No. 63 began to let people out.But the people who were released were all in hiding, not daring to talk to others.Once I ran into Engineer Liu’s lover on the window. She walked against the wall, as if afraid of people, with a dazed expression.I didn't dare to ask her in the past, for fear of causing trouble for her.I'll just wait; since Engineer Liu and the others are all fine, the old money must be coming out soon. One day at the end of June, people came from the factory suddenly, and people from our school's workers' propaganda team followed.Their expressions were both calm and tense.After sitting for a while, he told me: Old Qian is dead! "When?" I said.It seems that I still don't believe it, but the voice is completely out of tune. "December 17, 1969," they said.I try to steady myself.Ask again: "How did you die?" They refused to speak.He only said to me: "Your husband died, but the problem has not been clarified, and it cannot be rehabilitated for the time being. We treated him as a work-related death, but everyone in your family has jobs and no supporters, so there is no treatment. The wages will stop starting today and stop here." I said, "It's strange. I have known him since we were young. The two families are family friends and we grew up together. We started working after graduating from university. With just such a little experience, there are still problems that have not been clarified. How did we die? Treat it as a work-related death?" But no matter how I asked, they didn't answer me. I still don't understand why I didn't cry or shout at that time, I should have cried and shouted!My old money, you died in more than half a year, why didn't you entrust me with a dream?Could it be that you deliberately lied to me and played tricks on me like they did, so that you could suddenly come and give me a blow in the head... At this time, the military propaganda team had already entered the factory.It happened that one of my son-in-law's old comrades in arms was a member of the military propaganda team, and he broke into No. 63 to ask.Said that Laoqian tied four ropes to his wrists and ankles at a time, pulled them on the four corners of the wall, and hung them up to beat him.The thugs went to drink after beating him. They were all drunk and forgot about him. When they woke up from the alcohol, they found that his limbs were all bent and shrunk together. When they took it off, they were dead.This is what they call a "work-related death"! In feudal society, private courts were not allowed, and county magistrates who were beaten to death in court would also be dismissed.How could you hang him to death without telling me for more than half a year?How can you still come to my house to ask for money and clothes?I have been suing the city to Beijing, but no matter how I sue, the answer is only one sentence: "The problem is too complicated and it is difficult to solve." After the "Gang of Four" is over and No. 63 unjust prison is rehabilitated, I know that "complexity" is all in above.The mastermind and the chief culprit were arrested, but there is no place to ask what exactly Lao Qian was punished for and who participated in beating Lao Qian to death. After the "Cultural Revolution", families were ruined, families were ruined, people died, all debts were recorded on the "Gang of Four", and people smiled at each other again, and they were all the same again. Where can I find those people who punished people back then? ?Unless they themselves have a conscience, but I have never heard of anyone who found out that they found someone who was suffering to repent.The people in my family are all nerds, they don't know how to find, make trouble, and fight. They can only keep all these things and the old money who died wronged in their hearts. We found the old money's urn after searching several places.The handling of this matter was very hasty at the time, and the parties involved forgot where to put it.Now we put it in a fancy box and store it in the funeral home.Every year on Ching Ming Festival and December 17th - the day when he died, our whole family goes there once.On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month—his birthday, I went alone.We never burn paper, just look.If you can't find happiness in the human world, where else can you find it? You see I am quite calm now. But once at a banquet, abalone and minced chicken soup were served. I filled two bowls immediately and said, "This is Lao Qian's favorite food in his life. Ask me to drink another bowl and drink it for him." Everyone immediately calmed down. .No one said a word of consolation. Everyone knew that in this kind of thing, consolation is superfluous. They all just said: "Okay, okay." Another time, I was walking alone on the boulevard of West Lake in Hangzhou.As I was walking, I suddenly missed him... I don't know why I miss him so much in this most beautiful place.Since then, I have avoided going to the most beautiful places... ***The result of evil, there will never be a full stop. ***