Chapter 29 Section 29

"How did you get arrested?" "It was betrayed by a traitor." "Have you betrayed? Say—." "My historical party has reviewed it, and it has long been concluded." "Do you need to read a material to you?" The old guy started to get a little nervous, and the loose flesh under his eyes twitched twice.Do you remember when I lost my vigilance, made friends carelessly, and went astray at the time of fighting against the Communist Party and saving the country? " I don't remember saying-. "The old man denied it flatly, sweating on the tip of his nose.

"I've just read a few sentences, just started, let me remind you, do you still need to read it?" "I really can't remember, it happened decades ago." The old man's tone softened, his protruding Adam's apple moved up and down, and he swallowed. He picked up the material on the table and shook it. He was playing an annoying role, but it was better to be the judge than to be judged by others. "This is a copy. The original has signatures, stamps, and handprints. Of course, it's your name back then. You changed your name and surname. I'm afraid it's hard to remember, right?"

The old man fell silent. "You can read a few more lines to help you recall memories," he continued, "I implore the government to release them leniently, and provide evidence guarantees. If there are suspicious people who are pro-communists and gangsters, please report them at any time. Is this considered treason? Do you know how the underground party handles traitors?" he asked. "I know, I know," the old man nodded repeatedly. "how about you?" "I have never betrayed anyone..." Beads of sweat were also dripping from that bald forehead.

"I'm asking you, are you a traitor to the party?" he asked. "stand up!" "Stand up and speak!" "Be honest—" Several rebel buddies present shouted one after another. "I... I was released on bail..." The old man stood up, trembling, his voice was barely audible in his throat. "I didn't ask how you got out. Can you get out if you don't turn yourself in? Tell me, are you a traitor?" "But I: two...recovered the contact with the party later—" "That's when the underground party didn't know that you had surrendered." He interrupted.

"The Party forgives me..." The old man lowered his head. "Have you forgiven? You were so ruthless when you punished people, and you were furious when you punished the masses. You didn't let people write and check! Instruct your subordinate branch to crucify the materials and not let them turn over again. , have you said this? "Say—have you ever said that?" Someone shouted loudly. — "I said, I said, I made mistakes." Compared with the rebels, this is a small problem, the old man quickly admitted. "It's not just a mistake? It's so easy to say! You forced people to jump off the building to kill—." Someone slapped the table.

"That...! It's not me, it's an execution problem—" "It's your instruction, you personally instructed, to link historical issues with real performance, to investigate clearly, whether you said it or not—" This buddy is still holding on to it. ——,—— "I've said it, I've said it," said the old man obediently. "Who is against the party? You are the one who is against the party! Write it all down!" The buddy yelled again. "How do you write it?" the old man asked with a pitiful look. "This also needs a secretary?" Another buddy mocked.

Someone laughed, and everyone chattered, as if they had caught a big fish, they were so excited.The old man raised his head slightly, his complexion was blue, his lower lip was white, and he couldn't help but say: "I... I have, heart disease... can I have a drink of water?" He pushed over a glass of cold water on the table, and the old man took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, poured out a tablet with trembling hands, took a sip of water, and swallowed it. The old fellow was much older than his father, and he wanted to save himself from a heart attack on the spot, so he said:

"Sit down and finish drinking the water, if not, you can lie down on the sofa." The old man didn't dare to go to the sofa where someone was sitting, and looked at him pitifully.He changed his mind and made a decision: "Listen, tomorrow morning, hand in the detailed materials of the experience of surrendering to the party. How was he arrested, how was he released from prison, and who is the witness? What explanations were made in prison, and they are all clearly written." "Hey, hey." The old guy bowed and nodded quickly. "you can go now." As soon as the old man went out, all the buddies who were in high spirits rushed towards him.

"With such materials, he can still escape? The dictatorship of the proletariat is back on Skynet! Don't let this old thing, myocardial infarction, be in front of everyone." His glib tongue is just as vicious. "Is he going back and committing suicide?" someone asked. "He still doesn't have the courage. If he wasn't afraid of death, he wouldn't have turned himself in back then. Tomorrow, the confessor and the third father will come out. Do you believe it?" All the buddies were speechless.He sincerely hated the old guy who talked all the time about the party, so he was moved to pity him after he wiped out the superstition of revolution and put an end to the myths created by the pure and innocent newcomers and the majestic revolution.The old guy concealed his surrender, used his former pen name as his real name, and escaped previous censorship. He must have been frightened and frightened for many years, he thought.

If you can't change your beliefs, you have to follow the party's boat for the rest of your life?One must not be a subject of the party.Or no faith?Just jump out of this rigid choice of either-or, and you will have no doctrine, can you still live?When your mother gave birth to you, there was no doctrine, so you, a descendant of the Song Dynasty from a doomed family, can't live outside of doctrine?Is no revolution a counter-revolution?If you don't become a fighter of the revolution, you have to take credit for the revolution.If you don't die for the revolution, do you still have the right to live?How can we escape the shadow of this revolution?

Amen, you are born a sinner, you can't be a judge, you just defend yourself with cynicism, and mix with the rebels.At this time, you are more and more aware that you are also looking for a place to live. In the name of investigating party cadres, you will open a stack of letters of introduction with the official seal, receive a business trip fee, and wander around. You may as well use this to experience this inexplicable to see if there is any place to escape this overwhelming revolution. In Jinan City on the south bank of the Yellow River, he found a small workshop in an old street, and the object of his investigation was a prisoner released from a labor camp.A middle-aged woman in charge replied with a pair of sleeves on her wrists and put them in a pasted paper box: "This person is long gone." "Dead," he said. "If you're not here, you're dead." "How did you die?" "Ask his family!" "His house is still there? Who is there?" "Which one are you investigating—" the woman asked him back. He couldn't explain to a female worker in a street workshop that the dead man and the cadre to be investigated were classmates in college, participated in the student movement organized by the underground party together, and later spent time in the prison of the Kuomintang, and so on. Logic, and there is no need to waste words, so many explanations, but you have to get a certificate of death, so that you can reimburse the travel expenses of the business trip. "Can you build a Zhanzi?" he asked. "What stamp?" "Write a certificate of death?" "This has to be taken to the police station of the Public Security Bureau. We will not issue a certificate for the dead man." "Okay, how do I go to the Yellow River?" He asked, imitating the woman's Shandong accent. "What Yellow River?" the woman asked. "Yellow River, there is only one Yellow River in China, and your city of Jinan is by the Yellow River." "What are you talking about—what's so good about it? I haven't been there." The woman used paste to paste her cardboard box and ignored him. As the saying goes, if you don't go to the Yellow River, your heart will never die. He suddenly thought of looking at the Yellow River.Although he has passed the Yellow River that has been sung since ancient times many times, he is always on the train. He cannot see the greatness of the river from the shining steel frame of the bridge. He asked a passerby on the street and told him that the Yellow River is still far away! Take a car to Luokou Town, and then walk for a while, and you can only see it on the embankment. Waiting to board the bare and high loess embankment, there is no green at all!On the opposite bank, there are no cottages or trees in the loess flooded area. The faults formed by different water levels and sediment accumulation and the mud rolling down the slope, the river bed hangs high above the town, this turbulent brown-red mud Is Jiang the Yellow River that has been extolled through the ages?This is how the ancient Chinese civilization originated. Under the sky, the Nijiang River is endless, with a little bit of dazzling sunlight.If it weren't for the shadow of a sailboat floating in the sun in the distance, there is almost no life, and the singers of the Yellow River have really come to the river?Or just making up nonsense? Gao Tianyuanying, a sailboat with a wooden mast is bumping down the current, there are large patches on the gray sails, a shirtless man is steering the helm, and a woman in a gray cloth hanger is leaving something on the side of the ship. The half-ship of stones piled at the bottom is also used to prevent the embankment from breaking during the flood season, right? He went down to the river beach, where the mud was getting thinner and thinner. He took off his shoes and socks, held them in his hands, stepped barefoot in the slippery and fine sand, bent down and stretched his hands into the river water, and pulled back the thin mud on his arms. The bottom will form a layer of mud crust. "Drink a sip of the water of the Yellow River", a certain revolutionary poet once sang like this, but this muddy soup is hard to drink, let alone a fish and shrimp.Absolute poverty and disaster can also be sung in the first place.He was surprised by the almost dead huge muddy water flow, and felt desolate in his heart.Many years later, two important officials of the central government said that they would erect a huge statue of the national soul in the upper reaches of the Yellow River, and it must have been erected there. The train stopped temporarily at night at a small station on the north bank of the Yangtze River, and people were locked in the sweltering heat of the carriages. The electric fan on the roof was humming continuously, and the smell of rancid sweat made it difficult to breathe. After stopping for a few hours, the radio explained that there was a fight at the station ahead, and the track was full of stones. It is not known when it will open to traffic. The people in the car surrounded the flight attendant to protest, and the door opened, and everyone got off. Car. He went to wash in the pond by the paddy field, and then lay down on the ridge of the field, looking at the stars in the sky. Enjoying the shade on the bamboo bed, and looking at the night sky like this, the childhood memory is farther than the bright morning star in the sky.