Chapter 7 Section 7

boom!Bang, one sound of the steam hammer, unhurried, with an interval of three or four seconds, one bang after another, the great, glorious and correct party is more correct, more glorious, and greater than God!Always be right! , Shui Yuan is glorious! , The water is far great! "Comrades, on behalf of Chairman Mao and the Party Central Committee, I am here to visit you" The chief is of medium build, with a broad, red face and a Sichuan accent.At the beginning of the Cultural Revolution, as long as the leaders were still sitting on the stage, from Mrs. Mao Jiang Qing to Premier Zhou Enlai of the State Council, even Mao Zedong himself put on military uniforms.Accompanied by the secretary of the party committee of the agency, the head sat on the rostrum covered with a red tablecloth in the auditorium.He noticed that the side entrance and the gate behind the venue were guarded by soldiers and political cadres.

Near midnight, all the employees gathered in the auditorium in batches by department. There were more than 1,000 people in the entire building who were absent, and even the aisles were filled in order.An old military uniform that was also worn by a political officer who was transferred from the army, commanding everyone to sing "Sailing the sea depends on the helmsman" that the soldiers of the company sing every day. Two, the east is red, the sun is rising, and China has a Mao Zedong," the tune of the old folk song used is familiar to everyone, but the singing is still scattered.

"I support comrades, open fire on gangsters who are anti-Party, anti-socialist, and anti-Mao Zedong Thought!" The slogan was suddenly shouted in the venue. I don't know who shouted it first. He wasn't ready for it, but he raised his hand unconsciously.The slogans are also not neat.The chief's voice was even louder in the loudspeaker, immediately drowning out the scattered slogans. "I support comrades to open fire on all monsters and monsters! Please note that I am talking about all monsters and monsters, all kinds of reactionary guys hiding in every dark corner. When the weather comes, they will jump out and be rampant! Chairman Mao said it well, reactionary things, if you don’t fight them, they won’t fall!”

In front of him and on the left and right, someone stood up and raised their arms and shouted: "Down with all demons and monsters" "long live Chairman Mao" "Long live!" "Long live!" At this time, the slogans came one after another, each wave was more orderly and stronger, and after a few times of stacking, the audience shouted unanimously, like waves that never crossed their heads, like an unstoppable tide, which made people feel hairy.He didn't dare to look around anymore, and felt the deterrent power of this common slogan for the first time.This Chairman Mao is not far away in the sky, and he is not an idol that can be put aside. His power is so powerful that he has to immediately follow up and shout, and he has to shout clearly without any hesitation.

"I don't believe that everyone here is so revolutionary? You are a place full of intellectuals—I'm not saying that knowledge is bad. I didn't say that. What I said was playing with the pen and taking over our revolution He is a counter-revolutionary double-dealer who says one thing and thinks another thing! I don’t think he has the guts to publicly jump out against the revolution. Is there anyone in this meeting who dares to stand up? Come out and say that he is against the Communist Party, Mao Zedong Thought, and socialism. Who dares to say this? I invite him to speak on this stage!"

There was no sound in the venue, even the breath was held, the air was so heavy that you could hear a needle drop on the ground. "It's still the world of the dictatorship of the proletariat! They have to disguise themselves, take over our slogans, and transform themselves. I just said fish in troubled waters. They take advantage of the opportunity of our Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution to fan the wind, light the will-o'-the-wisp, and jump up and down. , want to bring down our Party organizations at all levels and label us as gangsters. It's very insidious. Comrades, you have to keep your eyes open! Take a good look at your front and back, and mix those in our team Enemies here, careerists, little reptiles, whether they are in our party or outside the party, find them all!"

After the chief left, people quietly exited in order, and no one dared to look at each other, for fear that their eyes would reveal the fear in their hearts.Back to the brightly lit offices, face to face, everyone passed the test, reviewed, confessed, asked for individual talks, reported repentance to the party, and cried bitterly.People are so loose, weaker than dough, and they are so vicious to clean themselves up and expose others.In the middle of the night, people are the most vulnerable, and they should rely on bedtime sex for comfort, so interrogation and confession also take advantage of this hour.

A few hours ago, in the after-get off work political study, everyone put a copy of the Mao anthology on the table, flipped through the newspaper, pretended to survive for two hours, and then went home laughing and laughing. This revolution is still churning at the top of the Party Central Committee. It hasn't fallen on everyone's head yet.The secretary of the political department came to the office to inform the staff to hold a staff meeting. It was already 8 o'clock in the evening, and it took more than two hours, and there was no concentration.The head of the department, Lao Liu, was holding a pipe with a grin, pressing the shredded tobacco into the pipe again and again, and people asked how many more pots to smoke?Lao Liu smiled and didn't answer, but he could tell that he was thinking heavily.Old Liu didn't usually put on airs, and because he also posted the big-character posters of the party committee, everyone got closer to him. Some people said that it would be right to go with Old Liu, so he immediately raised his pipe and corrected him:

"I have to go with Chairman Mao!" Everyone laughed. Up to now, no one would like this kind of class struggle to break out among colleagues in the same office.Besides, Lao Liu was an old party member during the Anti-Japanese War. In terms of seniority, not everyone can sit in the leather armchair with armrests in his office.The room smells of pipe ribbons and cocoa, and the atmosphere is still relaxed. In the second half of the night, the political cadres and the secretaries of the party branch who had not expressed their views sat in each office separately, and each of them went around one by one. Those who reviewed, repented, and those who were about to cry cried, and then began to expose each other.Mrs. Huang, who sent and received official documents, issued a bow before him!Her husband had worked in the Kuomintang government, abandoned her, and took his young wife to Taiwan.The boss said that it was the party that brought her back to life, so he sighed endlessly, took out his handkerchief, and wiped his tears and nose, really crying.He didn't cry, but his back and heart were sweating, which of course only he knew.

When he first entered university, he was only seventeen years old, almost a child, and he attended a struggle meeting against senior rightist students.Their freshmen are all sitting on the front row of the lecture hall, which is regarded as the baptism of political education for admission.The rightist student whose name was called stood up and went down the stairs, bowed his head in front of everyone, sweat dripped from his forehead and nose, mixed with snot and tears, and the ground in front of him was dripping wet, with an honest and pitiful look Like a drowning dog.The speakers on the podium were all classmates who gave generous speeches listing their anti-Party crimes.Later, in the big dining hall, from some time on, these right-wing students who just found a table with no one to eat and left without saying a word disappeared, and no one talked about them anymore, as if they never existed.

He had never heard of the word "reform through labor" until he graduated from university, and it seemed that it was also a language taboo and could not be mentioned.He didn't know how his father did the inspection, and then went to the rural labor camp, and he only heard a vague sentence from his mother.At that time, he had already left home to go to university in Beijing. It was his mother who mentioned in the letter, saying that "Labor exercise".Another year later, when he returned home during the summer vacation, his father had already returned from the countryside, resumed his work, and wiped out the rightist side.His parents kept this matter from him until he asked his father during the Cultural Revolution, and he found out that his old revolutionary uncle had intervened. I didn't wear it, I only lowered my salary and recorded it in the file.His father's problem was that he wrote a blackboard newspaper with a hundred or so characters, and it was also the party's call to know everything and talk about it!Help the party improve its work style, "Wu Fang" came out.How did I know it was called "Lead the snake out of the hole". He actually fell into this trap just like his father did nine years ago.Indeed, he just signed a big-character poster, "You must pay attention to the important affairs of the country," Chairman Mao's call, printed in boldface on the People's Daily.When he was at work, someone was posting big-character posters in the lobby downstairs to collect signatures, so he just swiped his pen and signed his name.He didn't know how this anti-Party poster was planned, and the political ambitions of the people who wrote the poster.He had nothing to expose, but he had to admit that the big-character poster pointed the finger at the party committee's ulterior motives, and he lost his way and lost his class position after signing it.In fact, he didn't know which class he belonged to, he was not a proletarian after all, so he didn't have a clear position, and he would sign another similar poster if he wasn't there. That's how he checked, no doubt A political mistake has been made, and it will be recorded in his file from now on, and his personal history is no longer clean. Before that, he really never thought of being against the party. He didn't need to oppose anyone, he just hoped that people would not disturb his dream.But that night he woke up with a start and saw his dangerous situation.In the overwhelming and ubiquitous political risks, if you can still keep your own words, you have to be confused with mediocrity, say what everyone says, behave like the majority, and behave in step with the majority. Say the word and wipe out any doubts!Surrender to these slogans.He had to write another big-character poster with the same name, expressing his support for the speech of the head of the Central Committee, denying the previous big-character poster and admitting his mistakes, so as not to be classified as anti-Party. Those who follow will survive, those who go against will perish.In the early morning, the corridors were covered with new big-character posters. What is true today is not what it was yesterday. As the political climate changes, everyone becomes a chameleon.What shocked him was a big-character poster just posted by a political cadre: Traitor Liu, say you are a traitor because you violated the party's organizational principles!Liu, the traitor, said you were a traitor because you Sell ​​out party secrets!Liu, the traitor, said that you are a traitor, because you have always been opportunistic and concealed the background of your landlord family. Infiltrate into the revolutionary camp!Calling you Liu a traitor is also because you still protect your reactionary Lao Tzu and harbor At home, resist the dictatorship of the proletariat, you traitor Liu, because of your class nature, use the opportunity of the movement to confuse the black Bai, cheating group one, jumped out and pointed the finger at the Party Central Committee, you have ulterior motives! The contributions to the revolution are all written in a scary way.His immediate boss, Lao Liu, as a class dissident, immediately stopped alone. He came out from the crowd watching the big-character posters, went back to the office, closed the door of the director's room inside, and when he came out again, he no longer held a pipe in his mouth. No one dared to greet the former chief. After fighting all night, the outside of the window began to turn white.He went to the toilet to wash his face, the cold water made his mind clearer, looking out the window in the distance, there are patches of gray and black tiled roofs, most people are still asleep in their sleep, only the dome of the White Pagoda Temple is stained with morning light, It became clearer and clearer, and for the first time he realized that he was probably a hidden enemy, and he had to put on a mask if he wanted to survive. "Please close the car door, the next stop is Prince Edward Station," you said in Cantonese and English again, you took a nap and passed the stop.The Hong Kong subway is cleaner than Paris, and Hong Kong passengers are more orderly than mainlanders.You have to sit back at the next stop, and go back to the hotel to take a nap. I don’t know where to wake up tonight. In short, there is a foreign girl beside you on the bed.You are incorrigible, you are not an enemy now, you are going to hell, and memories are hell to him.