Chapter 30 Section 30

On the road, sacks of cement bags are stacked on top of each other, as high as half a person, leaving holes for gunshots.In front of the barricades, there are piles of roadblocks piled up in disorder, with cement mixers turned upside down in cauldrons pouring asphalt on the ground, and the erected steel bars are all wrapped with barbed wires, leaving a gap in the road just enough for people to pass through.The traffic had been cut off, the trolleybus had unloaded its cable poles, and a long train of eight empty cars was parked on this side of the intersection.The sidewalks were crowded with pedestrians and nearby residents. Children of half-sized and small scrambled among the crowds. There were also women with children in their arms, and old people wearing vests and slippers and shaking cattail fans. Lively, waiting for a fight?The crowd chattered, some said: "The Red Chief" and some said "The Revolutionary Chief". After all, both factions have entered the general mobilization, and they will fight to the death.He couldn't figure out which faction was going to the train station to guard the intersection ahead, so he simply got out of the crowd and crossed the intersection!Walk towards the barricade.

Behind the gap in the barbed wire, a group of workers wearing armbands and wicker helmets blocked the way with sharpened sticks and sticks.He showed his work card, the guard opened it, took a look, and waved his hand to let him pass.Anyway, he is not a local, detached from the struggle between the two factions.There was no vehicle on the street, and it was empty. He simply walked in the middle of the road. The asphalt road was hot and the sun was dazzling.People don't go crazy in broad daylight, he thought. There was a bang, very crisp, piercing the hot and sleepy emptiness.He didn't immediately realize that it was a gunshot. Looking around the street, he saw a slogan scrawled on the wall of a tall factory building: "Fight to the end to defend Chairman Mao's proletarian revolutionary line." Each word was bold.Only then did he connect with the gunshots, and he ran away, but stopped immediately, don't appear panicked, in the eyes of the hidden gunman, he would become a more suspicious target.But he hurried onto the sidewalk anyway, sprinting against the wall.

It is impossible to know where the gunshots came from, did Qing Yi tell the pedestrians?Or was it just for him?It is impossible to kill for no reason. He is a passerby and has nothing to do with the two parties in this bloody battle.But if someone shoots him, who can testify?He suddenly realized that he might die under this cold gun for no reason, and his life was hanging by this accident, so he turned into the first alley.The alley was also deserted, and residents seemed to have evacuated the block.I couldn't help but feel horror in my heart, and then I believed that a city could easily enter the war, and people became enemies with each other in an instant, just because of an invisible route, and both sides fought bloody battles for it.

On the square in front of the train station, many people gathered, forming a long snake formation, starting at the closed window of the ticket office, all passengers waiting for tickets.He asked the person in front that he didn't know when the ticket sales would start, so he pouted, but he was still in line.After a while, another group of people came from behind, who appeared from nowhere.There are no people with big luggage, no old people or children, all young and middle-aged men, only two steps in front, and a few people away, there is a girl with two short braids, looking back from time to time. The person turned his face and lowered his head, looking flustered, perhaps afraid of being recognized.He guessed that many people waiting in line for the tickets were fleeing, but the dense crowd of people in the square made him feel at ease, so he sat down on the spot and lit a cigarette.

The people at the front and back suddenly became commotion-the formation broke up immediately, and I don't know what happened.He stopped people from asking, saying that Jiang was about to be sealed off.He asked what Feng Jiang meant?Ferries and trains can't go!Wen You said it would be a bloodbath!Who bloodbathed whom?I can't ask why.The crowd in the square dispersed in an instant, only a dozen or so people like him who had nowhere to go were left here and there, and they gradually gathered together again!They still lined up in front of the closed ticket office window, forming a small team, as if they were not enough to rely on each other.This is when the sun is setting in the west, and the hands of the big clock on the station have passed five o'clock, and no one comes anymore.

The dozen or so people who had lost their sources of news also knew what they were interested in. Instead of waiting in line in the sun in order, they looked for the nearest shady place to talk or smoke.Some people comment from time to time that the two factions are in the final negotiations, the army will soon intervene, the railway transportation cannot be interrupted for a long time, and tomorrow will not wait until tomorrow.He didn't ask anymore—the girl was still there, with her legs crossed and her head bowed, shrinking into a corner, keeping a distance from everyone else. He was hungry, and remembered that he had to buy something to eat and prepare to stay up late.Put a backpack on the cement floor, and watch the starry sky at worst. This summer night is easy.He left the ticket window and walked around. All the canteens near the station were boarded up, and none of the restaurants were still open.The streets and alleys on both sides were also empty, and no vehicles passed by for several hours. Only then did he feel the atmosphere was dignified and a little nervous. He didn't dare to go far, so he turned back to the station.The shadow of the clock tower has extended to the center of the square. In front of the ticket office, the group has lost a few more, but the girl is still curled up in place, and the chatty master stopped talking.

The shadow of the bell tower extended to most of the field, and the outline of the shadow was more clearly contrasted with the sunlight outside the shadow.Waiting for a train at an unknown hour in front of such an unknown station, what if the railway is simply interrupted?Maybe a civil war is waiting? bang bang bang!A muffled gunshot sounded in people's hearts, and everyone stood up.Then came another volley, equally dull, from a machine gun, not far away.People scattered like birds and beasts in an instant, and he also bent down and ran against the wall. This is war, he thought. In a blind spot of firepower, a narrow passage with a wall on one side and sacks stacked too high on the other, he somehow hid in a warehouse.He stopped, and while he was panting, he heard another voice, and turned around to see the girl leaning on the pile of sacks, also out of breath and panting.

"Where are those people?" he asked. "have no idea." "Where are you going?" The girl didn't answer. "I'm going to Beijing." "Me too," the girl hesitated, and said. "You're not from here," he asked, but the girl didn't answer. "University student—." He asked again, but the girl didn't answer. It was getting dark and the cool wind was blowing through, and he felt his soiled shirt against his back. "I need to find a place to spend the night. It's not safe here," he said. He walked out of the warehouse, turned around and saw that the girl was still silently following her, but kept a distance of two or three steps, and asked:

"Do you know where there is a hotel?" "It's near the station. It's too dangerous to go back. There are hotels at the riverside pier, but it's a long way to go." The girl whispered, obviously a local.He then let her lead the way. Sure enough, in a small street full of old houses under the embankment along the coast, there were actually a few young people standing at the door of their houses, or sitting on the threshold, chatting across the street and inquiring about the situation of the war.Before the bullet hit the head, I was always curious and excited.The shops and food stalls are closed, and the bright lights at the two entrances are hotels, the kind of old inns, where in the early years, the single gangs and craftsmen stayed.One was full, and the other only had a small room with a single berth.

"Do you want it?" asked the fat woman behind the counter, waving a cattail fan. He was about to get off immediately, took out his ID, the woman took it, and registered it in the book. "What's the relationship?" the woman asked while filling out. "Husband and wife." He glanced at the girl beside him with big eyes. "Name?" "Xu-Ying," the girl hesitated for a moment, then quickly replied. "employer?" "She hasn't worked yet, let's go back to Beijing." He answered for her. "The deposit is five yuan. The rent is one yuan a day, and the bill will be settled when you check out."

He paid.The woman left his ID, got up and took a bunch of keys and came out from behind the counter, opened a small door by the stairs, and pulled the pull switch inside the door.A light bulb was hung under the sloping floor. In the small room converted from the storage room under the stairs, there was a single bunk bed. A washbasin stand, not even a chair.The fat woman in a pair of plastic slippers kicked and pulled, shook a bunch of keys and left. He closed the door and flirted face to face with this girl named Xu Ying. "I'll be out in a minute," he said. "No," said the girl, and sat down on the edge of the bed, "That's fine." Only then did he see the girl clearly, his face was pale, and he asked: "Aren't you tired? You can lie down and rest your shoulders. Probably take a shower in the patio. This small room has no windows for ventilation, so it's extremely hot. "Do you want to open the door?" he asked. "No," said the girl. "Shall I get you a basin of water? I can go outside and wash," he said. The girl nodded. When he returned to the room, the girl had finished grooming, changed into a sleeveless yellow flowered round neck shirt, took off her shoes, and sat on the plank, with a pair of short braids tightly tied back, her complexion also rosy, Be girly.She bent her legs to give up half of the bed and said: "Sit down, there's room here," The girl smiled for the first time.He laughed too!relax and say: "I have to say that." Yamaguchi was speaking of the relationship between husband and wife when he registered for accommodation. "Of course I understand." The girl pursed her lips and smiled. He then closed the door, took off his shoes, got into bed and sat cross-legged on the opposite side, saying: "Unexpected." "Can't think of anything?" The girl tilted her head and asked. "you still need to ask?" The girl named Xu Ying pursed her lips and smiled again. Afterwards, many years later, he recalled the beginning, and remembered that there had been flirting, temptation, desire and impulse, and love that night, not just terror. "Is that your real name?" he asked. "I can't tell you yet." "So, when?" "You will know when the time comes, you have to watch." "Look at what?" "You still don't know that?" He stopped talking, feeling relieved and comfortable.There was no sound on the floor, and the sound of water in the patio outside the door had subsided, but there was a sense of tension, as if he was waiting for something unexpected. This feeling was only felt again when he recalled this experience many years later. "Can I turn off the light?" he asked. "It's kind of harsh," she said, too. After turning off the light, he touched her leg when he was groping back to the bed, she immediately moved away, but let him lie down beside her.He was very cautious, lying on his back stretched out beside the bed.But with such a single auxiliary board, some body contact is inevitable, as long as the other party does not move away intentionally, he will not try too hard.The girl's damp body temperature and the stuffy heat in the room made him sweat.Looking at the sloping floor in the dark, it seemed to be pressing towards him, and he felt even more stuffy. "Can I take my clothes off?" he asked. The girl didn't answer, but she didn't object either.He touched her both when he was shirtless and when he took off his trousers. She didn't move, but she was obviously not asleep. "What are you going to do in Beijing?" he asked. "Look at my aunt." Is this the time to visit relatives? "He didn't believe it. "My aunt works in the Ministry of Health," the girl added. He said he also worked in the agency. "I know." "How did you know?" "Just now, you took out your work permit." "You know my name too?" "Of course, aren't they all registered?" In the dark, he seemed to see, or rather feel, the girl's lips pursed into a smile. "Otherwise, I wouldn't...:!" "Sleeping together, are you?" He spoke for her. "It's good to know!" He could hear the tenderness in her voice, so he couldn't stop touching her leg with his palm, and she didn't dodge it.But he thought it was out of trust, so he didn't dare to make any more moves. "Which university did you go to?" he asked. "I've graduated, and I'm just waiting for an assignment," she said around. "What did you learn?" "biology." "Have you also dissected a corpse?" "certainly." "Including the human body?" "It's not a doctor. I study theory. Of course, I also went to the hospital's laboratory for an internship. I just waited for the assignment and the plan was decided. If it wasn't..." "What else? The Cultural Revolution?" "The original plan was to go to a research institute in Beijing." "Are you a cadre's child?" "no." "So, your aunt is a senior official?" "You want to know everything?" "But I don't even know if your name is real or not." The girl laughed again, this time her body was moving, and he could feel it with his hand, so he held her leg, and felt her skin through the pants. "I'll tell you," she murmured, grabbing the back of his hand and removing his hand from his lap: "I'll let you know..." He squeezed her hand, which gradually softened. Bang bang door!It was the door of the inn that was knocking. Both froze, listening with bated breath, hands clasped together.There was a sound, and the door opened, and the night watchman, maybe it was just to search.A group of people first loudly questioned the woman on duty downstairs, and then knocked on each of the guest rooms downstairs. Some went upstairs, and the sound of footsteps sounded on the floor above their heads—they were all checking. Suddenly, the floor There was a sound of a ton, and someone was running, and immediately there was a sound of cursing, followed by chaos. The blunt sound, like a heavy sack falling to the ground, followed by the howling of a man and the sound of footsteps, the howling immediately turned into a tearing sound. Screaming, gradually hoarse. They all sat up from the bed, their hearts were pounding, and they waited for someone to knock on the door.After a while of tossing and turning, I went from the stairs to the downstairs.I don't know if he overlooked the small room under the stairs, or the history he filled out in the register has nothing to do with the interrogation, and finally no one touched the door.The door was closed again, and after the woman beeped a few words, silence returned upstairs and downstairs. In the darkness, she suddenly twitched, and he hugged the trembling body, kissed the sweaty cheeks and soft lips, salty sweat and tears mixed together, and both of them fell on the mat.He touched the same sweaty breasts, unbuttoned the waist of his trousers, and put his hands between her legs, all wet, and she was also paralyzed, allowing him to fiddle with.They were both naked when he entered her body... She later said that he took advantage of her momentary weakness to possess her, not love, but he said she did not refuse.After finishing the work silently, he touched the mucus between her crotch and was very worried. You must know that not only college students were not allowed to marry at that time, but unmarried pregnancy and abortion would bring disaster to her.On the contrary, she comforted him by saying: "I'm on my period." So he made love to her again, this time she was open and he felt her obedience.He admitted that he had turned her from a virgin into a woman, after all he had experience with women.But at that time, if she had only resentment for him but no tenderness, she would not have exposed her nakedness to him in the morning light that came through the crack of the door, let him wipe the blood on her thigh with a wet towel, and then treated him like that attachment.He remembered that when he knelt on the brick floor and kissed her upturned nipples, it was she who hugged his back tightly with both hands, murmured that she was afraid, don't make it bigger, but she still lay on her back on the bed and closed her eyes , and handed it over to him again. At that time, no one could know what was waiting for them, nor could they predict what would happen next.In an uncontrollable frenzy, he kissed her up and down, she had nothing to cover her, the tension smoldering after the fear overflowed, making both of them covered with blood, she didn't even have a word to blame him.Afterwards, he went out to change a basin of clean water, and she told him to turn around and wait for the place to be tidied up. She was stopped at the riverside wharf when he just boarded the ferry.They first heard in the hotel that the train was running, and they also said that only those who left the station were not allowed to enter the station, and those who got on the train had to take the ferry to the other side of the river.Sure enough, the backlog of passengers were all gathered at the ferry terminal, in black clusters.In the morning, there was a thick fog on the river, and the sun in the sky was red, like a scene of the end of the day. On the ferry, a sailor with a badge on a T-shirt shouted through a loudspeaker: "Let out-of-town passengers go first! Out-of-town passengers show their work permits and get in first!" The crowds clustered on the pier were not in a team, and suddenly there was chaos.They are squeezed out!He called her name, the name registered at the hotel the night before, and she didn't respond at that time.But her schoolbag is still in his hands—this bag was stuffed into his hand during that chaotic moment, and he may be about to get rid of this bag. It contains her student ID card and emergency materials mimeographed by her organization.He was crowded onto the deck, and those who couldn't show their foreign documents were all stopped on the pier, and the other end of her with pigtails was also caught in the crowded heads.He leaned over the railing of the deck and called her again, also by her pseudonym, but she didn't seem to hear it, she froze in place, perhaps before she could understand that he was calling her, the ferry left the pier.