Chapter 27 Section 27

Looking at the cracked paper ceiling, mice ran around at night and fought all night, making the cracks bigger and bigger, and the quilts were covered with black fluffy dust.He has never been so bored, with nothing to do, not having to get up early to go to work on time!No longer busy rebelling.No reading or writing is left, and all readable books are packed into wooden boxes and cardboard boxes.He must stay awake lest he return to his daydreams.But in the retired worker's room next door, the radio was turned on when he woke up early, and he sang the model revolutionary opera "Red Light Story", which made him restless.Even if you masturbate, cover yourself with a quilt, close your eyes and try to recall Lin's naked and hot body, you still can't resist the righteous and high-pitched libretto, which only makes you very depressed.

He wanted to use the ladder to paste up the cracks in the roof, but this fluffy and sunken paper shell could not be completely collapsed, and the dust accumulated for many years had not made the whole house full of smoke, and it was even more difficult to clean up, so was the pasted roof. craft.He moved the debris piled up on Old Tan's bed to the corner, spread the mattress on that bed, and simply tore down his own bed, and Old Tan would never come back. There is nowhere to go if you want to be free, the only thing you can do is to go to the street to buy tabloids produced by mass organizations, as well as various exposing materials, go back to the house to finish cooking, and then read while eating.He figured out different calibers and subtexts from the speeches of the chiefs when they met with various mass organizations. He made generous statements one by one, but kept changing them like a revolving lantern. He was still explaining Mao’s latest instructions yesterday, maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, then The hidden murderous intention fell on himself and became an anti-party criminal.His enthusiasm for rebellion had also cooled down, and the doubts in his heart continued to rise, but he didn't dare to confirm it.

He also had to go to the office building to take pictures from time to time, and sit in the headquarters of their rebel faction for a while. At this time, many organizations split and joined together to form the headquarters.When people come and go, he smokes a few cigarettes and chats for a while, just to show his face, listen to the news, and slip away without being noticed.The endless struggles and regroupings and new struggles in the building didn't interest him either. The place with the most liveliness and the most news is always on Chang'an Avenue, and every time I go to the office building, I make a detour.Outside the ocher-red high wall of Zhongnanhai, there are tents and mat sheds, and huge red cloth banners

"Proletarian revolutionaries in the capital are fighting to criticize Liu Shaoqi's fire line contact station", plus the red flags of the rebels in various universities, hundreds of loudspeakers singing battle songs day and night, condemning the chairman of the country in the name of the supreme leader Red Sun, even this The scene no longer excited him. "Liu Shaoqi's daughter exposes the latest information about her father! Behold, behold! Use the revolutionary funds to make a golden shoehorn and swallow it for yourself. Liu Shaoqi's ex-wife's exposure!"

In the circle of people peddling tabloids, he recognized Datou, a classmate in middle school, and patted his shoulder from behind. Datou was startled, and only smiled when he turned around.Datou carried a black leather bag, and also bought a pack of tabloids and materials. "Go, come to my place!" He developed an old feeling, and his big head became the last ray of connection in his lost life. "I'm going to buy a bottle of wine!" Datou also became excited. The two rode on their bicycles, went to the Dongdan vegetable market to buy some cooked food and wine, and returned to his room.The afternoon sun shone on the curtains, and the room was warm, and after a few glasses of wine, it was even redder and hotter.The big head said that the movement was caught at the very beginning. People exposed him to slander Mao's philosophy with only two pamphlets, chatting inappropriately in the dormitory, and slipping his mind.Just such a sentence, people now have bigger goals, and his reactionary remarks are put aside and ignored.He also said that he had never posted a big-character poster!This exercise is not his turn, but he can't do mathematics anymore, so he collects tabloids and peeks at idle books.

"What book?" he asked. "One asset, one lesson, one brought from home." The smile froze on Datou's round face that glowed red after drinking. He has never been interested in this imperial technique, and he still doesn't understand the meaning of the big head's smile. "Haven't you read Wu Mei's biography of Zhu Yuanzhang?" Da Tou asked him back.It was a temptation, and the big head stretched out its tentacles. The Cultural Revolution began with the criticism of Wu Nian, the deputy mayor of Beijing, an expert on Ming history, who wrote a book in his early years on how the great ancestor of the Ming Dynasty killed the founding fathers and heroes. Countless precedents of killing by puppet.He understood (mouthed this hint, it was a confirmation of the question in his mind, he knocked on the table with his fingers, and shouted:

"You ghost," Behind the lens of the big-headed glasses is a glittering gaze, half a smile is not a smile, he is no longer the Shumozi he was when he was a teenager. "It turned over. At that time, I thought it was history. The old emperor's calendar, I didn't expect two...: There is a big detour." He also went on to test and asked. "The Indian's drone..." The big head continued, grinning. "Isn't it also dialectics?" "I don't know if it's higher or lower..." Hidden language and ventriloquist, unspeakable and unspeakable, imperial rule plus ideology, or political power adorned with ideology, history is greater than ideology, but what about reality?

The big head restrained his smile.The radio next door was still playing, this time it was another model play directed by Mrs. Mao: Eight Red Detachment of Women: "Forward, forward, the burden of the revolution is heavy, and the hatred of women is deep." The ambition of Comrade Jiang Qing, who has been restricted by the party veterans from participating in politics, is being realized. "Why are you so soundproof here?" Datou asked. "It's better to have the radio on over there" "Don't you have a radio in your room?" "Old Tan in the same room had a semi-conductor that was confiscated, and he has been isolated in the institution."

The two were silent for a long time, and the libretto on the radio next door could be heard clearly. "Any chess pieces? Let's play a game of chess!" Big Head said. Lao Tan had a bone-carved chess set, which he found out from the cardboard boxes piled up in the corner, removed the food and drinks, and placed them on the table. "How did you think of this book?" He returned to the topic just now, and walked away for a while. "When Wu Zhao was first criticized in the newspaper, my old man called me home and said he applied for retirement..." The big head pushed the chess pieces, lowered his voice, and spoke vaguely on purpose.Datou's father is a professor of history, and he also has the title of a democrat.

"Do you have the book surnamed Wu? Can you still get it?!" He left again. "I have it at home. The old man asked me to read it. It will be burned long ago. Who would dare to hide that book? Just ask me to bring the thread-bound Yitong Jianyi at home. It's still a Ming version, and it will be left to me. Inheritance, the old man Mao asked Gao Gan to read this book earlier, otherwise it would not be able to keep it today." The big head of Mao said softly, "passed by, and pushed again. "You old man is so smart!" He couldn't tell whether he was admiring or sighing. He didn't have such a sensible parent, and his father was so confused.

"It's too late, he was not allowed to retire, and his previous historical problems were still found out." The big head took off his glasses, and with a pair of tarnished high myopia, he looked close to the chessboard and said: "What shit chess are you playing?" So he bluffed the "chess piece" hand and said: "Can't play, it's all stupid screen!" Datou was taken aback by this foul language, and suddenly he laughed.The two laughed loudly, tears streaming down their faces. You have to pay attention-.If this kind of discussion is to be reported, it is enough to be put to death.Fear lurks in everyone's heart, but they dare not speak it out, and cannot point it out. When it was dark, he first went outside the yard to take out the garbage, and picked up the leftover chicken bones and coal slag!Seeing that the neighbor's doors were all closed, Datou hurried away by bicycle.The big head lives in a collective dormitory, and is still under review. Although he has his father's care, it is already too late. When the soldiers entered the dormitory to implement control and clean up the class team, they chatted in the collective dormitory and said something out of the mouth!It became a crime of great treason, and he was sent to a farm to be reformed through labor, where he grazed cattle for eight years. After the conversation with Datou, the fear that arose caused them to avoid each other and dare not have any contact again. They did not meet again until fourteen years later.Datou's father has passed away, and an uncle in the United States helped him contact a university for further study.After getting the passport and visa to the United States, the big head came to say goodbye.Speaking of that meeting, the wine was hot, and the answer to the mystery of the hairy old man launching the Cultural Revolution was revealed. Big head said: "If you and I got out of the speech that day, then it's not herding cattle. I don't know if this head is there!" He also said, "Go to the United States, if you can get a teaching position in a university, I'm afraid you will never come back up. At that time, on that night fourteen years ago, after the big head left, he opened the door to let the smell of alcohol out of the room.After closing the door, cooling down from the excitement and fear, lying on the bed, looking at the black crack in the ceiling, it was as if an ant's nest had suddenly been opened, and the inside was filled with darkness, wriggling and chaos. He was numb all over.