Chapter 19 Section 19

The first fight took place in the government compound, with Red Guards beating Red Guards.At noon, when everyone came out of the big hug to eat in the cafeteria, a Red Guard from outside was pasting big-character posters on the courtyard wall, but was stopped by people from the security office. Reported.The young man was wearing glasses, and he looked very dignified. Surrounded by a crowd, he still argued loudly: "Why not post it? Chairman Mao has the right to post big-character posters!" "He is Liu Ping's son, and he overturned the case for his father, so don't let him mess up!" The officer of the security department waved to the crowd and said,

"Don't hang around here, let's all eat!" "My father is innocent! Comrades!" The young man pushed the officer away with one hand, raised his head and said to the crowd: "Your party committees have diverted the general direction of the struggle and opposed Chairman Mao's revolutionary line. Don't be fooled by them! If they don't have ghosts, why are they so afraid of big-character posters?" Da Nian squeezed out from the crowd of silent onlookers, and said to several Hongwei Qiuyi in the office: "Don't let this brat pretend to be a Red Guard and take off his armband!"

The little man raised his arm wearing the armband, protected the armband with the other hand, and continued to shout: "Comrades Red Guards! You are in the wrong direction. Kick out the party committee and start a revolution. Don't be an accomplice of the capitalist roaders! All comrades who want revolution, go to the university campus to see where the proletarian rebels are already. The world, you are still under the white terror here—” The young man was forced to retreat, sticking to the wall, and turned to the crowd of onlookers for help, but no one dared to step forward to rescue him.

"Who is your comrade? You fucking son of a landlord class, how dare you pretend to be a Red Guard? Take it!" Danian ordered. In a fight for the red armband, although the young man was strong, he couldn't help a few people scuffling. His glasses flew to the ground first, and they were crushed immediately under his feet, and the red armband was finally torn off.Before this, the revolutionary descendants who were still confident and confident leaned against the wall, covered their heads with their hands, huddled at the bottom of the wall, squatted down, and couldn't help crying loudly, and suddenly became poor dogs.

Old Liu also stumbled, pushed and dragged out of the building, and criticized on the spot in the compound, but after all, he was an old revolutionary who had seen the world, and was not as fragile as his son, who still stiffened his neck and wanted to say something, but immediately Being forced to hold his head by Hongweiqiu and the others, his face was ashen, and he had no choice but to lower his head. He witnessed this scene silently among the crowd, and chose to rebel in his heart.He slipped out during working hours and visited several universities in the western suburbs.In the crowded campus of Peking University, among the big-character posters covering the buildings and walls, I saw the copy of Mao Zedong’s (Bombarding the Headquarters—one of my big-character posters). He returned to his office in the organ and still Excited and feverish, that night, in the dead of night, he also wrote a big-character poster. He didn’t wait until people went to work to collect signatures. He was afraid that he would lose his courage when he woke up in the morning. He had to take advantage of the fever that had not subsided in the middle of the night. Post this big-character poster to rehabilitate those who are labeled anti-Party. The masses need heroes to speak for them.

In the empty corridor, a few dilapidated old big-character posters were scattered here and there, rustling in the wind. This sense of loneliness is probably also a necessary support for the heroic deeds.The impulse of justice came out of the tragic feelings, so he threw himself into the casino, but it was difficult to admit at the time whether he also had a gambler's mentality.In short, he thought he saw a turning point, fighting for survival and being a hero, both. In the early days of the movement, the brave elements who were labeled anti-Party could not hold their heads up, and the activists who followed the party committee to punish people did not receive instructions from their superiors. People kept silent after reading this big-character poster.For two whole days, he walked alone, immersed in the feelings of tragedy.

The first response to his big-character poster was a phone call from the library manager, Li Dao, asking him to meet. Da Li and a lean young typist, Xiao Xiao, were waiting for him in front of the boiler room in the courtyard downstairs. "We agree with your big-character poster, you can" let's do it! "Da Li said, shook hands with him, and confirmed that he was a comrade-in-arms. "What's your background?" Da Li asked, and the rebels also knew their background. "Staff." He didn't give any further explanations, such questions always embarrassed him.

Li looked at Yu, as if he was interrogating.Someone came to open the water with a water bottle, and all three were silent.Hearing the sound of water filling, the person who fetched water left. "Tell him." Yu also agreed. Da Li then told him: "We want to set up a rebel Red Guard organization to fight against them. Tomorrow, we will meet at the tea house in Taoranting Park in the south of the city at eight o'clock in the morning for a meeting." Someone came to open the water with a water bottle, and they separated immediately, no one cared who went away.Secret connection, if he doesn't go, it will be a sign of cowardice.

It was cold on a Sunday morning, and the roads were icy and cracked like broken glass when stepped on.He made an appointment with four young people to meet in Taoranting Park in the south of the city.The agency's dormitory area is far away in the north of the city, so it is unlikely to run into acquaintances.The sky was gray, and there were no tourists in the park, and all the entertainment was automatically terminated during this extraordinary period.When he stepped on the icy dirt road, he had a sense of mission of a saint to save the world. The teahouse by the lake was empty, and there were only two old people sitting opposite each other by the window in the door with thick cotton curtains.They gathered together and sat around a table in the open-air teahouse outside, and each of them warmed their hands with a cup of hot tea.First introduce yourself to your family background, a prerequisite for rebellion under the red flag.

Da Li's father was a salesman in a grain store, and his grandfather, a shoe repairer, passed away.In the early days of the Dali Movement, the big-character posters posted by the secretary of the Shuku Party Branch were therefore punished.Yu is the youngest—after graduating from high school, he came to work as a typist for less than a year, and his parents both work in factories!He was excluded from the Red Guards because he was late for get off work and left early.Another buddy surnamed Tang, a traffic officer who drives a motorcycle, and a retired auto soldier, has an impeccable family background and is a little glib.There is also the T seat, his mother was sick and had to be taken care of in the hospital, so she couldn't come. Da Li said that his girl supported the rebellion on conditional, what did he do with the royalists?

Finally it was his turn. He was just about to say that being a Red Guard is not qualified enough and that he does not need to join their organization, but before he could say anything, Da Li waved his hand and said: "We all know your attitude, and we also want to unite with revolutionary intellectuals like you—the people who came to the meeting today are all members of the core group of Mao Zedong Thought Red Guards—." It’s as simple as that, without further discussion, they also consider themselves to be the successors of the revolution, and of course defend Mao’s ideas, just as Da Li said: "The rebels in the university have already defeated the old Red Guards, so what are you waiting for? We will win—. Afterwards, when we returned to the empty government building, we put up the posters of the rebel Red Guards that night, and posted large slogans pointing to the party committee and the Red Guards from the corridors on each floor to the lobby and the courtyard. Li C Before God saw him, he left the building and returned to his hut. The fire had long been extinguished, and the room was cold, and the frenzy had subsided. He lay down in bed, trying to think about the meaning and consequences of this behavior, but he was so sleepy. go to sleep.When I woke up, the sky was still dark, it was evening, and my head was still groggy.The depression accumulated day and night for several months was suddenly released in this way, and then fell asleep all night. Woke up early to go to work, I didn’t expect that the big-character posters that responded to them would be covered all over the upstairs. He didn’t say he became a hero, but he was also a warrior who everyone noticed. The tense atmosphere in the office suddenly eased. I avoided him a few days ago At the moment, all the people greeted him with smiles and greeted him. Mrs. Huang, who was crying bitterly during the inspection, held his hand and said: "You have spoken the heartfelt thoughts of our masses, and you are the real Red Guards of Chairman Mao—." That kind of flattery is like the old folks welcoming the Red Army who liberated them in a revolutionary film, even the lines are similar.The expressionless old Liu also grinned at him, nodded silently, showing respect, his boss was also waiting for his rescue.But no one knew that they were just five young people who made do in a hurry, and suddenly became an unstoppable force because of the red bands on their sleeves. Some people jointly posted a statement to quit the old Red Guards, including Lin.It gave him a glimmer of hope that maybe their old intimacy could be restored.He looked around in the cafeteria at noon, but did not see Lin.Lin might just avoid meeting him at this moment, he thought. In the corridor of the building, he met Da Nian and met him face to face.The new year passed by in a hurry, as if he hadn't seen him, but he restrained his strutting spirit. The offices in the dull office building are like a huge beehive, and the order of operation is built by layers of power.As soon as the original power was shaken, the whole hive became noisy again.Crowds of people in the corridor are discussing. Wherever he goes, people nod to him, or stop him to talk to him, even if they don’t know each other usually, just like people are looking for the secretary of the party branch or political cadres when sweeping the ghosts and monsters. Same as talking.In just a few days, almost everyone expressed their opposition again, and every department set up combat teams regardless of the party and administrative organizations.He, a small editor, unexpectedly became a conspicuous figure in this highly hierarchical office building, as if he was regarded as the leader.The masses need leadership, just like a flock of sheep cannot do without a bell-hanging sheep. The leading sheep are only forced by the cracking whip, but they don't really know where to go.However, at least he doesn't have to go back to the office to work every day, and no one cares when he comes and goes.Someone took the proofs from his desk and read them for him, and he was not assigned any other work. Before it was time to get off work, he returned home, and as soon as he entered the yard, he saw an unkempt man sitting on the stone steps in front of his room. He was taken aback for a moment, and recognized a boy from his neighbor's family when he was young, whose nickname was Baozi. , not seen for many years. "Why the hell are you here?" he asked. "It would be great if I found you, it's hard to say!" Baozi would also sigh, this is the king of children in the lane. He opened the door directly, and the door of the retired old man next door also opened, and he poked his head out. "An old classmate from my hometown in the south." Ever since he got a red band on his arm, he didn't care about this old thing any more, and stopped back with a word.The old man showed his sparse teeth, wrinkled his face, smiled and said hello, retracted, and the door closed. "The one who escaped didn't even bring a towel and toothbrush, and was mixed among the students who came to Beijing to join the series. Is there anything to eat? I haven't eaten a decent meal for four days and four nights. How dare I spend this pocket change? Among the students, get two steamed buns and a bowl of porridge at the reception station." As soon as he entered the room, Baozi grabbed a few ten-cent bills and some coins from his trouser pocket, slapped them on the table, and said: "I ran out of the window at night, and the next day I was going to criticize all the people. A physical education teacher in our school said that he touched a female student's breast while teaching gymnastics. When the bad guys were caught out, he was beaten to death by the Red Guards. .” Baozi has a wrinkled forehead on his forehead, with a frowning face, where is the naughty girl who was shirtless and bald in the summer when he was a child?Baozi is very smart in the water, stepping on the water, diving, and standing upside down. He relied on this partner for courage when he went to learn to swim in the lake without telling his mother.Baozi was two years older than him, and taller than him by half a head. He was fierce in fights, and when he met other children making trouble, he would not be afraid if Baozi was around. Unexpectedly, such a desperate Saburo would come to him from thousands of miles away now. take refuge.Baozi said that he graduated from a teacher's college and was assigned to teach Chinese in a middle school in a county. He was thrown out by the party branch secretary as a scapegoat from the very beginning of the movement. "I didn't edit this textbook. How would I know which article was wrong? I just told some anecdotes, some small stories, and active classroom teaching became the focus. As for me, I talk the most. Can I not talk when teaching Chinese? Shut me up in a classroom, guarded by the Red Guards day and night, I am a young man now, if something happens to me, not to mention my life for nothing, I will be crippled, my wife has a son who just turned one year old How can I live? I fell out of the window on the second floor in the middle of the night, and I lay on the eaves of the pipe that catches the rainwater. The two times were okay. I didn’t go home because I was afraid that my wife would be hurt. The train along this route was full of people. I can’t check the votes even if I’m a student. I’m here to sue, so you have to ask me clearly, can a teacher like me, who is as big as a sesame seed, not even have a party ticket, be an agent of a gangster within the party?” After dinner, he took Baozi to the mass reception station on Ximenfuyou Street, Zhongnanhai.The gate was open, the lights were bright, and the courtyard was crowded with people, pushing forward and back, and they moved slowly with the flow of people.Under the sheds in the yard, soldiers with badges and cap badges sat at desks one after another, listening to and recording complaints from people from all over the place.People are moving, don't even think about squeezing to the table.Bao Zifu raised his toes and tried to hear something from the gap between the heads. "Central Spirit".However, there was a lot of voices, and those who squeezed to the table shouted loudly and rushed to ask questions, and the receptionist's answers were short, solemn, and very principled, and some only recorded but did not answer directly.When they came to the front, they were pushed away again, so they had no choice but to be surrounded by others and enter the corridor downstairs. The walls are covered with big-character posters accusing the persecution and excerpts of the speeches of important party officials. These newly appointed or not-yet-defeated central leaders have given contradictory speeches full of murderous intentions and insincere words.Baozi is in a hurry, and he sees Tao Wanxi's pen accepting it.Not long after, I collected many such biographical and mimeographed speeches, and I went back and pondered them carefully. The doors of the rooms in the building are mostly open, and visitors are also accepted inside, so it is not so crowded, but the team does not come outside.A sideline was crying loudly. A young man squeezed an old military cap that had been washed white in his hand, crying. Fang Yunkou, Jiangxi or Hunan, had a heavy accent and couldn’t hear clearly. What he was crying about was the local collective massacre: men and women Even the babies, young and old, were gathered on the threshing floor, beaten to death batch by batch with hoes, machetes, and poles with iron picks. The corpses were thrown into the river, and the river stinks.This young man must not be a descendant of the Five Blacks, and the old military cap he was clutching in his hand was his proof, otherwise he would not have dared to come to Beijing to file a complaint.The people in the room and at the door listened quietly, and the receptionist was taking notes. After coming out of the reception station and on Chang'an Street, Baozi went to the Ministry of Education again to see if there were any specific instructions for middle school teachers.The Ministry of Education is in Xicheng, only a few stops away.In front of the bus stop sign, most of them are foreign students, each carrying heavy bags with five-pointed stars, which are popular on the Internet, blocking the road.Before the cars came to a stop, they swarmed into them, and the car was full of people. Those who got off and got on the car had to jump on them, and the doors couldn't be closed.Even if Baozi has the ability to pick up water pipes and jump off buildings, he can't squeeze these monkey-like kids. They walked to the Ministry of Education, and the building became a reception station for foreign students. From the lobby downstairs to the corridors on each floor, the offices were also vacated, and straw mats, gray cotton blankets and plastic sheets were spread everywhere. Messy bedding, enamel bowls, chopsticks and spoons on the floor, the sour smell of sweat, pickled radish and the smell of unwashed shoes and socks permeated the air. The students were making noise, the cold winter night had nowhere to go, and they lay down and fell asleep exhausted Yes. They are all waiting for the Supreme Commander to inspect tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, the seventh or eighth inspection. Each time more than two million people gather in the middle of the night to fill up Tiananmen Square first, and then line up to the ten kilometers from east to west. On both sides of Chang'an Avenue. The Supreme Commander was accompanied by Deputy Commander Lin Biao holding a red book of quotations. An open-top jeep drove past the frozen walls of students on both sides of the street. Teenagers burst into tears, waving red books, At the top of my voice, shout long live, and then bring back revolutionary passion and anger, smash schools, temples, and institutions, and smash this old world to pieces. It was dead of night when he and Baozi returned to the hut.Turning on the coal stove, the two of them baked their frozen hands, the whistling wind leaked in through the gaps in the doors and windows, and the face reflected in the fire was sometimes red and sometimes dark.This meeting was unexpected, and no one was in the mood to pursue those memories of their youth that seemed to have passed away.