Chapter 36 Section 36

Take out the reactionary soldier Zhao Baozhong, the remnant of the Kuomintang, and show it to the public! " The former lieutenant colonel announced loudly into the microphone on the rostrum that sitting next to him was representative Zhang, the director of the military management committee of active servicemen with a badge and cap badge, keeping his expressions calm. "Long live Chairman Mao!" A cry suddenly broke out in the venue. A fat old man in the back row was dragged up from his seat by two youths.The old man broke free from his arm, raised his hand and waved his fist and shouted wildly: "Long live Chairman Mao Yuekou! Mao—Mao..."

The old man's voice was hoarse, and he struggled desperately, and two more retired soldiers went up!He had learned grappling while serving in the army, and when he folded his arms and twisted them backwards, the old man immediately knelt down, screaming and suffocating in his throat.Four strong men dragged the fat old man. The old man was still on the ground with his feet on the ground, like a pig that refused to be put on the rack. With the sound of pedaling footsteps and under the silent gaze of everyone, the old man was dragged from the aisle between the seats to the front of the stage. , a wire tie was strung around his neck, and he tried to yell out, his ears were pressed tightly, his face turned purple, and tears and snot flowed out.This old worker in the library, a veteran who was arrested three times and escaped twice during the Republic of China, and then surrendered to the People's Liberation Army, finally knelt down on the ground with his waist down and his head bowed, standing at the end of the ranks of monsters and monsters who had already been caught.

"If the enemy does not surrender, let him perish!" Slogans resounded throughout the venue, but the old man surrendered more than 30 years ago. "Stubborn to the end, a dead end!" It was also at this meeting place. Four years ago, the old man was selected by Wu Tao, the former secretary of Xuanwei, who was also in the ranks of bowing his head and bowing his head, as a model for learning "Mao Zhu". The bitterness of the old society praised the sweetness of the new society, and the old man also shed tears at that time, educating these unreformed literati. "Find out Zhang Weiliang, the dog spy who knows a lot about foreign countries!"

Another one was dragged from between the seats to the front of the stage. "Down with Zhang Weiliang," If he didn't knock himself down, the man was paralyzed with fright and couldn't even stand up.But everyone is still shouting, and everyone may become an enemy and may be defeated at any time. "Leniency for confession, strictness for resistance!" These are all wise policies of Mao Zedong. "long live Chairman Mao." Don't make a mistake, there were so many struggle meetings and so many slogans to shout, usually at night, when you were confused and nervous, if you shouted a wrong slogan, you would immediately become an active counter-revolutionary.Parents have to repeatedly tell children not to scribble or tear up newspapers.Leader portraits are indispensable on the pages of newspapers every day, so don’t tear them, get them dirty, step on them, or accidentally catch them and wipe your butt when you’re in a hurry.You don’t have children, it’s best not to have children, as long as you control your own mouth, you must speak clearly, especially when you are shouting slogans, don’t be distracted, don’t give up.

He went home early in the morning and rode his bicycle past the north gate of Zhongnanhai, and got on the Baishi Bridge. He glanced at it with bated breath. There were still many shadows of trees and dim street lights in Zhongnanhai.After going downhill, I let out a sigh of relief when I slid, and finally the day passed safely.But what about tomorrow? When I got up early and went to work, there was a dead body under the building, covered with an old straw mat brought from the bunk in the concierge's duty room, gray brains and purple-black blood splattered on the walls and concrete floor.

"Which one is it?" "Probably from the editorial office..." The head and face are covered by straw mats, is there still head and face? "From which floor?" "Who knows which window?" There are thousands of people in this building, and there are hundreds of windows, and accidents may happen in any window. "when?" "After all, it's almost dawn..." It's hard to say that it was after the late-night inventory meeting. "No one heard it either?" "nonsense!" Those who stayed for a while went into the building, and they all went to work on time. They all returned to their original offices, facing the portraits of leaders on the wall, or looking at the backs of the heads of those who arrived first. , the radio speakers in every room sounded, and the whole building sang in unison the eight seas sailing by the helmsman, and this huge hive was more orderly than before.

There was a letter with his name on the desk, and he was surprised.There has been no letter for a long time, and it has never been sent to the agency.Without looking at it, he stuffed it into his pocket immediately.All morning he wondered who the letter was from, and who else might have written to him without knowing his address?The handwriting is not familiar, could it be a warning letter?It doesn't have to be delivered to him to expose him, but an anonymous letter alerting him?But the stamp on the envelope is eight points, and the letter from this city is four points.Of course, it is also possible to put an eight-cent stamp on it to deceive people. That is a kind person. Maybe the people in this unit have no way to get in touch with him, so they came up with this trick.He thought of Lao Tan who had been quarantined a long time ago, but could Lao Tan still write letters?Maybe it was a trap, someone from the other party set a trap for him?Then watch his movements.He felt that during surveillance, it might be his turn for the third batch that the military representative said at the inventory team meeting that they did not call names.Nerves began to fluctuate, thinking that the people passing by in the corridor outside the door opposite him were observing the abnormal behavior of the enemy lurking after the inventory meeting?This is exactly what the army representatives mobilized at the night battle meeting: "Big report, big exposure, dig out all the active counter-revolutionaries who are still active!"

He thought of the window behind him, and suddenly understood how a person could jump off a building in a good way!I broke out in a cold sweat.He tried his best to calm down and acted as if nothing had happened. Those in the office who didn't jump off the building acted as if nothing had happened, wasn't it just pretending?Unable to pretend to lose control of himself, he jumped downstairs. When it was lunch time, he always had to eat revolutionary meals, and immediately realized that it was a reactionary statement, and he had to eliminate these reactionary thoughts. Even if it was a sentence, the anger smoldering in his heart would lead to disaster for him, and the disaster would come out of his mouth. The words of wisdom are the crystallization of wisdom since ancient times.What truth do you want?The truth is so true, don't even think about it!Don't worry, you are a thing for yourself, and your illness is precisely because you always want to be a thing for yourself, and you are doomed to endless disasters.

Okay, back to him, that free thing, dawdling, waiting for everyone in the office to leave before going to the toilet.It's perfectly normal to relieve yourself before meals.He inserted the latch in the urinal door and took out the letter, unexpectedly it was written by Xu Qian. "Our sacrificed generation does not deserve another fate..." The words jumped into his eyes, and he tore up the letter immediately.After thinking about it, I put all the torn pieces of paper back into the envelope, rang the water tank, looked around the urinal, opened the door without leaving a scrap of paper, washed my hands, wiped my face with water, calmed down, and went downstairs to the cafeteria.

When he returned to his room at night, he put the latch on the door, put together the pieces of paper under the lamp, and read the letter over and over again.A mournful voice was speaking of despair, but it didn't mention the night at the inn, nor what happened after being intercepted on the pier.The letter said it was the "only and last" letter to him, he would never see her again, a suicide note. "Our sacrificed generation", that's how the letter began, saying that she was assigned to Jin Lai works as a teacher in an elementary school in Dashangou in the north, and Lai has not yet gone to the guest house in the county seat.Before her, an overseas Chinese girl was also assigned to a one-person, one-school primary school in Dashanli. She brought six boxes of dowry that her parents in Singapore had prepared for her. No one can tell the cause of death.If she goes too, she will never be seen again.Love is crying for help, he is her last hope, and her parents and aunt must not be able to rescue her.

In the middle of the night, he rode his bicycle to the Xidan Post and Telecommunications Building. There was a phone number printed on the letter paper of the county guest house, so he asked for an urgent call.A female voice lazily asked who he was looking for. He explained that it was a long-distance call from Beijing, and he was looking for a college student named Xu Qian who was waiting to be assigned, and the phone was dropped.The microphone buzzed for a long time before a female voice who was also angry asked, "Who are you?" He said who he was looking for, and the other party said, "I am."He couldn't hear Qian's voice at all, and he didn't speak loudly to her that night. This strange voice made him not know what to say for a moment, and the microphone was still buzzing, and he faltered and said, "I know. It's good that you're still here." "It scared me! The sudden cry in the middle of the night made people terrified!" Qian said on the phone.He wanted to say that he loved her, and he had to live no matter what, but he couldn't utter the words he had prepared. The operator in that small mountainous county must have been listening to the urgent long-distance call from Beijing late at night. You can't make Qian Ruoxin suspicious, and make people think that something is wrong with her.The microphone buzzed empty, and he said he had received her letter.The microphone buzzed again, and he didn't know what else to say. "If you want to call, call during the day." The voice was indifferent. "So, sorry, rest," he said.The phone was locked.