Chapter 35 Section 35

"Jumping clown!" The former lieutenant colonel yelled at him, and now he became a popular figure in the military control committee and served as the deputy leader of the class cleanup team. You are actually a bouncing clown, a "little bean" bouncing involuntarily in the dustpan of the total dictatorship, unable to jump out of the dustpan, and unwilling to be crushed. You can't help but welcome military control, just as you can't help but join the parade to cheer Mao's latest instructions again and again.These instructions are always published by the radio station on the evening news.After the placards are written, the people gather together and set off on the street in a procession—usually by midnight.Beating gongs and drums, chanting slogans, groups of people come from the west of Chang'an Avenue, and groups of people pass from the east end, hang out with each other and look at each other.

You are undoubtedly a clown, otherwise you will become "a pile of shit that despises human beings"!This is also Mao's aphorism to define the people and the enemy.Given the choice between shit and a clown, you choose the clown.You have to sing the military song "Three Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention", and you have to be like a soldier. Stand in front of the portrait of the Supreme Commander hanging in the middle of each office wall, holding a red plastic box and knocking on the green, three times shouting long live, These are all indispensable rituals when going to and from get off work every day after the military control, and they are called "early request" and "evening report" respectively.

At this time, you should pay attention, don't laugh!Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable, if you are not prepared to be a counter-revolutionary or hope to become a martyr in the future.What the former lieutenant colonel said was not bad. He was still a clown, and he didn't dare to laugh. The only thing that can laugh is that you can look back at that time now, but you still can't laugh. As a representative of a faction of mass organizations in the investigation team under military control, when he was elected by the masses and cadres of his faction, he knew that his end was coming.But the masses and cadres of his faction actually count on him for support, and they don't know that his father's "hidden guns" in his files can clear him out of this big revolutionary family.

At the meeting of the investigation team, Representative Zhang read out a list of "internal control", that is, the list of personnel who use internal control.When he heard this word for the first time, he was taken aback. This "internal control" not only refers to ordinary employees, but also to some party cadres. The first thing to do is to check the "bad guys" who have mixed into mass organizations.This is not the violence of the Red Guards two years ago, nor is it the fighting between factions among mass organizations. Now it is calm and unhurried, under the command of the soldiers, just like deploying a battle plan, with plans, steps, and batches of strikes.The personnel file was unsealed by the military control committee, and the materials of the people with problems were piled up in front of Representative Zhang.

"All of you here are representatives elected by mass organizations. I hope that comrades will get rid of the factionalism of the bourgeoisie and clean up all the bad guys who are mixed in your organization. We only allow one stand, that is, the stand of the proletariat, and no factions are allowed. The stand! Everyone discusses on a head-to-head basis, and decides which ones will be put into the first batch and which ones will be put into the second batch. Of course, there will be a third batch. Then it depends on whether you have pleaded guilty voluntarily, and how you perform in confession and exposure. Leniency or strictness."

Representative Zhang closed his face and squared his cheeks, glanced at the representatives of various mass organizations present, poked his thick fingers on the stack of files, then lifted the lid of the teacup, drank tea and smoked. He asked a few questions cautiously, and because the military representative said that they could be discussed, he asked his old superior, Lao Liu, whether he had any other questions besides his family background as a landlord?Then there is a female section chief, an underground party member back then, and the organizer behind the student movement. According to the investigation results of his faction, she has never been arrested, and she is not suspected of defecting to the enemy. For some reason, she is included in the special investigation ?Representative Zhang turned his head to him, raised his two fingers holding the cigarette, looked at him and said nothing.The former lieutenant colonel reprimanded him at this time: "Jumping clown!!"

Decades later, you can see some memories of the CCP’s internal struggle gradually revealed. Mao Zedong probably looked at the generals who had a slight dissent against his subordinates at the meeting of the Politburo, smoking and drinking tea as usual, and there will be other The general gets up and reprimands, there is no need for the old man to talk too much. Of course you can't reach the general, and the former lieutenant colonel said to you: "A little reptile!" Yes, you are just a tiny worm, so what is the life of an ant? When he got off work, he was picking up his car in the shed downstairs, and met Liang Qin, his colleague in the same office. Liang took over his job more than two years after the rebellion, and this rebellion career should be over.Seeing that there was no one around, he said to Liang, "Go ahead and pass the crossroad ahead. Ride slowly. I have something to say to you."

Liang got on his bike and left, and he chased after him. "Come over to my house for a drink," Liang said. "Who's in your family?" he asked. "Wife and son!" "It's not convenient, just talk while riding." "What's wrong?" Liang thought of something wrong. "What's wrong with your history—." He didn't look at Liang, as if he asked casually. "No!" Liang nearly fell off the car. "Is there any connection with foreign countries?" "I have no relatives outside my country—" "Have you written any letters abroad?"

"Slow down! Let me think..." Another red light came on, and they all put their feet on the ground and stopped the car. "There was this matter, the organization asked about it, it was many years ago..." Liang said that he was about to cry. "Don't cry, don't cry! It's in the street..." he said. Now the light is green and the traffic is rushing forward. "Just tell me, I won't hurt you!" Liang stopped. "It's because you have special suspicions, just be careful." "Where is it!" He said he didn't know either.

"I did write a letter to Hong Kong. One of my neighbors grew up together. Later, one of his aunts took him to Hong Kong. I did write a letter and asked him to buy an English slang dictionary for me. , Just this thing, it’s been a matter of eight lifetimes! It’s still a war in North Korea, I just graduated from university, and I joined the army as an interpreter in a prisoner-of-war camp..." "Have you received the dictionary yet?" he asked. "No! That means...the letter wasn't sent? Was it withheld?" Liang asked. "who knows?" "Suspect that I know foreign countries."

"That's what you said." "You doubt me too?" Liang asked, turning his head. "Then it's not for you. Be careful!" A long two-section trolleybus passed by, and the handle of the beam tilted, almost hitting it. "No wonder you got me out of the army..." Liang suddenly realized. "It's a small matter." "What else? I've said it all, I won't drag you out, I won't beat you to death!" Liang's bridle was bent again. "Don't put your life in it!" he warned. "I won't kill myself, do that stupid thing! I still have a wife and a son!" "It's good to be self-respecting!" His car turned a corner, and what he didn't say was that Liang was listed in the second batch of inventory. How many years later, how many years?More than ten years... No, twenty-eight years later, in Hong Kong, you received a call in a hotel room, and the person said that it was Liang Qin, who had read about your play in the newspaper.You can’t understand the name for a while, thinking that you have met a friend once or twice on some occasion, and you can’t get a ticket if you want to play tricks, so you quickly say sorry, the play is over.He said he was your old colleague!I want to invite you to have a meal together.You said that you have no time for your flight tomorrow morning, next time!He said that he will drive to the hotel to see you immediately, you can't evade any more, put down the phone, and then remembered that it was him, your last conversation on the street while riding a bicycle. Half an hour later, he came into your room, wearing a suit and leather shoes, a fine linen shirt, and a blue-gray tie, which is not as eye-catching as the upstarts in the mainland. Ring, his hair is jet black, obviously dyed at his age.He said that he had been living in Hong Kong for many years, and he was a good friend of the boy who wrote the trust letter to buy the dictionary.He now runs his own company, his wife and children immigrated to Canada, and bought a passport.He can tell you honestly: "I have earned some money these years, so I am not considered a rich man. It is no problem to spend my old age steadily, and my son has a doctorate from Canada. There is nothing to worry about. I am flying on both sides. This Hong Kong If you can’t get along, just withdraw if you say so.” He also said that he was grateful for your words at that time. "What did you say?" You can't remember. "Don't put your life in it! If it weren't for your words, how could the momentum be kept down?" "My father didn't keep an eye on it," you say. "Suicide?" he asked. "Fortunately, an old neighbor found out and called an ambulance. He was sent to the hospital and was rescued. He was sent to the countryside for a few years in a labor camp. He fell ill and died less than three months after he was rehabilitated." "Why didn't you remind him?" Liang asked. "How dare you write a letter then? If the letter is to be found, my life may also be at stake." "That's true, but what's wrong with him?" "Tell me, what's your problem?" "Stop talking, hi!" He sighed.After a pause, he asked again: "How is your life?" "What about?" "I'm not asking about anything else. You're a writer now. I know that. I'm talking about economics. Do you understand... what I mean?" He hesitated. "Understood," you said, "it's passable." "It's not easy to make a living writing in the West, I know that, let alone in China—it's not like doing business." "Freedom," you say, is the freedom you want, "to write what you want to write." He nodded and summoned up his courage to say, "If you... I'll just say it straight. If you have difficulties at hand and you can't turn around, just speak up. I'm not a big boss, but..." "The big bosses don't say that either," you laughed, "They point out the money—they set up some kind of hope project, so that they can do more business with the motherland." He took out a business card from his suit pocket, added an address and phone number on it, handed it to you and said, "This is my mobile phone, I bought the house, and the address in Canada will not change." You say thank you to him, there is no difficulty at present, if you want to write for money, you have already stopped writing. He was a little excited, and said: "You are really writing for the Chinese people," You say you only write for yourself. "I understand, I understand, write it out!" He said, "I hope you write it all out, so as to truly reveal the life that is not human!" Write about those sufferings?After he's gone, you ask yourself. But you are tired of it. You do think of your father, who had just been rehabilitated after returning from labor reform in the countryside, and had resumed his job and original salary, so he insisted on retiring, went to Beijing to see your son, and planned to travel and relax in the future, and spend his old age peacefully.Unexpectedly, you just spent a day with him in the Summer Palace, and you coughed up blood at night.The next day, I went to the hospital for an examination and found shadows in my lungs. I was later diagnosed with lung cancer, which had spread to an advanced stage.One night, his condition suddenly deteriorated and he was admitted to the hospital. He died in the early morning of the next day.Before he was alive, you asked him how he committed suicide?He said that he really didn't want to live anymore, and he had no more words.When he was just able to live and wanted to live, he died suddenly. At the memorial service, the unit of the deceased who has been rehabilitated has to hold such a memorial service so as to explain to the family members.How can the son of a writer not say something, otherwise, it is not the son who is disrespectful to the deceased father, but the leader of the comrade's unit who held the memorial service for the deceased.He was pushed in front of the microphone in the mourning hall, and it was not easy to give way in front of the deceased father's urn.He could not say that his father had never been a revolutionist, and although he had never opposed a revolution, he was not suitable to be called a comrade, so he could only say: "My father is a weak man, may his spirit rest in peace in heaven." If there is a heaven.