Chapter 108 loss

In 1968, I participated in a survey.A mass organization called "Yong Xiangdong" organized by the Hunan Provincial Committee of the Communist Party of China wanted to release two provincial party cadres. It had to find out the political situation of all relatives of these two cadres in advance.In order to avoid attacks from opposing factions, they put on a gesture of accepting social supervision and invited Red Guards to send people to participate in the investigation.In this way, I actually entered the trial team when I was still a child, and I actually got a good job to roam the country at public expense.

We first went to several prisons in Beijing, Jinzhou, and Shenyang to get to know a cousin of the cadre.My cousin used to be an announcer of an important radio station. In the mid-1950s, he misread the Communist Party leader "An Ziwen" as the Kuomintang leader "Song Ziwen" during a live broadcast. He became a prisoner and was sentenced to 15 years in prison. Served in the aforementioned prison.I was surprised to find that no matter how many appeal materials he wrote, all the judges felt that he deserved fifteen years of his life for one word.When we were talking to him, he actually figured it out. He said sorry to the party and sorry to the chairman. He felt that he deserved the crime. He called me, who was only fifteen years old, the "government": "The government, I will never I will appeal, and I will definitely reform my mind.”

Walking back to the big car shop where we stayed from under the power grid and the big wall, I suddenly felt a kind of terror: a kind of inexplicable terror of the characters "An", "Song" and other characters. There were bursts of gunshots from fighting outside the big car shop, there were barricades, bullet marks, and gunpowder smoke everywhere, and there were often carloads of shouting and armed fighters whizzing by on the street, throwing the big car shop people woke up from sleep.In Liaoning in 1968, the "Red Division" was attacking the "Great Division", and the "Mao Zedong Thought" faction was besieging and suppressing the "Mao Zedong Thought" faction.A fierce battle at the railway station caused the train to stop, and three of my companions and I were cooped up in the cart shop for two whole weeks.All of this may be difficult for later generations to understand, for example, it is difficult for my daughter to understand.In the eyes of later people, except for the difference between a few words such as "Hongsi" and "Gesi", the two sides who fought at the beginning were completely different in terms of thinking, theory, style, taste, expression, dress, and language. What's the difference? After things have changed, they either do business or work, or study for a degree or speculate in stocks, and they are each other.So how did the red-eyed mutual killings happen?

It's like I couldn't understand the Crusades once.I have read both the Catholic Bible and the Islamic Bible. Except for the difference in terms such as "God" and "Allah", the two religions strengthen moral laws, warning people not to kill, not to steal, not to fornicate, Not to lie and so on, but they are surprisingly consistent, almost two translations of a book.So why did large-scale jihads break out again and again between the cross and the crescent?What kind of magic did they use to drive so many people to kill from east to west and then from west to east, leaving bones everywhere and tens of thousands of orphans and widows crying?Is history but a war of words, in dark clouds, low pressures, and wildernesses that will never be remembered?Is the meaning of words colliding with sparks?Is the part of speech struggling in the mud?Grammar with its arms and heads chopped off?Is the blood flowing out of the sentence pattern fattening the camel grass on the grassland and solidifying into a flash of light in the setting sun? ...

Since the world has language, it has triggered interpersonal conflicts from debates to wars again and again, and has continuously created language murders.I don't think this is the magic of language, no, on the contrary, once some words enter the sacred position of inviolability, they all lose their original connection with the facts in an instant, and all of them emerge when the situation is incompatible Bring out the greatest synonym: become a meaningless packaging of the power, glory, property, and kingdom territory of the leaders of the war.If language used to be a tool to promote cultural evolution and accumulation, then it was the sacred aura that made language weightless and degenerate, and became a harm to people.

The twentieth century is coming to an end.This century has achieved great scientific and economic achievements, but also left behind unprecedented environmental crisis, skepticism, and sexual liberation.The records of the two world wars and hundreds of other wars were left behind, and the number of war dead exceeded the sum of the number of war dead in the previous nineteenth century.In this century, countless media and languages ​​are spewing out; television, newspapers, interactive networks, tens of thousands of books every day, philosophy and buzzwords that are produced and refurbished every week, are driving the crazy growth and explosion of languages , forming a thick and accumulative cover on the earth's surface.Who can guarantee that some of these languages ​​will not trigger new wars?

Language mania is a disease of civilization, the most common danger of language.Pointing this out does not prevent me from breathing and sucking language every day, spending my whole life in the ocean of language, being drawn to new thoughts and feelings by each word.Recalling that trip to Liaoning again and again only made me more wary of language: once language becomes rigid, once language ceases to be a tool for seeking truth and is regarded as the truth itself, once the speaker’s face reveals I can only think of one story of self-respect and self-love, and language madness that shows ruthless crusade against aliens.

The story happened in Maqiao, a day of worshiping ancestors on July 15th.Yanwu's uncle Ma Wenjie has been rehabilitated, and no one mentions his father's traitor.I didn't give them a proper funeral before, of course I have to make up for it now.Yan Wu is the richest person in Maqiao, and he has invited the foreign music troupe and the Chinese music troupe, ready to have a good time.Another eight tables of banquets were prepared, and red cards were sent to some relatives and friends in and outside the village. Kui Yuan, who went back to the village to worship his ancestors, also received a red post. When he opened it, his face immediately changed.His name is Hu Kuiyuan, and the post actually says "Hu Kuiyuan".

The word "kui" is too unlucky and full of hostility-although it is most likely just due to the sloppy and lazy of the person who wrote the post. "I'm pissing off his old lady!" He angrily tore up the red post. He cannot tolerate the word "kui", just like the judges in the 1950s could not tolerate the word "Song Ziwen", the soldiers of the Hongsi faction could not tolerate the word "Gesi", and the Crusaders could not tolerate the word "Allah".A language holy war begins here. He didn't go to the dinner.Watching people come back from Yanwu's house with grease on their mouths, bitterly swallowing one of their raw sweet potatoes.He told his family that he wanted to settle accounts with Yanwu's family.In fact, after he went out, he went to sit at Huangbao's house first, then went to the vegetable garden of Fucha's house to pick a cucumber to eat, and finally went to Tiananmen Square to watch the younger generation play billiards for a while, and watch the younger generation play mahjong around the table. He didn't dare to look for Yanwu at all.He was even afraid that Yan Wu would know that he was coming, that he was going to come to the barn.Just the aura of the Tiananmen Square house was enough to make him pee back in horror. How could he beat others?Fortunately, when he was wandering around, he found that Yanwu's house was still in a shop under renovation, and an electric drill was thrown on the ground. It was probably because of a power outage, and the workers went to drink tea and did not pick it up.Yan Zao, who was here just now, has disappeared, and it may be entangled with something else.Kui Yuan glanced around, quickly stuffed the electric drill into his pocket, grabbed two socket boards, slipped out of the gate, ran to the sweet potato field of his third brother's house, dug a hole and buried it.He knew where such things could be sold in the future.

He returned home in a hurry, wiped off the sweat and the wind, and kicked the dog that followed him, screaming, as if he had the right to do so. "Don't even open your eyes to see, am I Kuiyuan easy to deceive?" He said excitedly to his mother. "How about that Yanwu guy?" "How to say? He is responsible for all consequences" It just didn't say what the consequences would be, and how to be responsible.Seeing him busy taking off his leather shoes and shining them, his mother forgot to ask any further questions and went to cook for him.The two sisters-in-law stood by the door holding the baby for a while, a little dubious about the outcome of the matter, forcing Kuiyuan to say a few big words again: "So what if he is rich? He will know as soon as I go."

After dinner, Kuiyuan couldn't stay at home, so he went out to watch TV.As soon as he reached the intersection, he found three men blocked on the road. Through the moonlight, he saw that one of them was a housekeeper under Yan Wu, surnamed Wang.Kui Yuan pretended not to see, trying to pass by. "Just go?" Wang grabbed his chest, "I've been waiting for you for a long time and said, do you want us to do it, or do you vomit yourself?" "What did you say?" "Still pretending to be garlic?" "Are you kidding? Third brother." Kui Yuan smiled, and wanted to pat the opponent's shoulder, but before he put his hand on it, as soon as the opponent's leg came out, he fell short and knelt on the ground.He covered his head with his arms and yelled, "How dare you beat someone? Why do you beat someone?" A black shadow punched him, "Which hit someone?" "Tell you, I also have brothers..." He got another kick in the waist. "Say, who hit you?" "No fight, no..." "Didn't you hit it? That sounds like a sentence. Let's talk about it, where is the electric drill hidden? Don't hurt your temper." "I don't want to hurt the peace. The post you posted today is so wicked, I haven't told Brother Yanwu..." "What did you say?" "Oh, I said I haven't told Chairman Ma yet..." Before Kuiyuan finished speaking, he felt his hair being grabbed by a hand, and his head was involuntarily pulled upwards, twisting in front of Wang's bearded beard.The beard he saw had tilted considerably. "You still want to play with us?" "Say, let me say, let me say..." "Walk!" There was another great pain in Kuiyuan's buttocks. He took three men to the sweet potato field, planed some fuss with both hands, took out the electric drill and the socket board, and dusted the socket board unnecessarily, attacking its quality, "These are fake and inferior products, I saw I know." "Give me some money for the straw sandals." The black shadows took the electric drill and cut Kui Yuan's watch by the way. "Today is a way to save face for you. If you don't know the taste again, cut off your ears before you talk." "of course." How did they find out about this matter, Kui Yuan was puzzled but dared not ask.He didn't dare to make a sound at all, until the shadow was far away and the footsteps could not be heard at all, then he stood up crying and cursing: "Cub, cub, if I don't kill you, you are not human—" He touched his wrist, and it was indeed empty, and he dug in the pit, and it was indeed empty.He decided to go to the village chief. The village chief didn't want to hear him talk about whether he was losing money or not, and whether his watch was not a watch. When he heard him cry, he just glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.The village head is a fan of theater and goes to Tiananmen Square to watch a theater at night.It's a pity that there is no good show today.On the stage is a thick class from Shuanglong Gong, singing some patchwork ground flower drums, the singing, body, makeup, gongs and drums are completely sloppy, just gather a few people on the stage to beat grains and dry grains, the bull's head is not right for the horse's mouth Singing on and on, if there is really no words, just make some obscenities or stupid words to make the audience laugh, and that's enough.There are already many people in the audience throwing grass on it. The village chief didn't find the rotten sandals, so he walked out of the field and went home to sleep.Suddenly, a wah-wah-wah sound sounded behind him, and before he could turn around, the base of his neck was pinched by two hands, and his body fell forward.I don't know what hit my forehead, and there was a burst of gold stars in my head.He wanted to see who was behind him.I wanted to understand what was going on, but I felt a coolness in my right ear, and when I touched it with my hand, there was already a lot of emptiness there. "Ear—" he yelled in horror.He heard the sound of clothes being torn behind him, and heard the black figure behind him biting something in his mouth at the fastest speed, then spit it out on the ground, jumped up and stomped his feet fiercely, and then He picked up the things on the ground and threw them vigorously in the direction of the thickest traffic in the distance.All actions are completed in an instant. "Wang, pick your mother's ear—" It was Kui Yuan's scream that reeked of alcohol. "Wang Guaizi, if you don't listen to the gentleman's words, you'll feed your ears to the dog—" Kui Yuan obviously cut the wrong person "Qui Kuaizi, you are going to die, you made a mistake!" someone shouted beside him. There are more people around.Someone rushed up and hugged the crazy Kui Yuan by the waist.After a while of scuffling, Kui Yuan threw the passers-by, broke through the barriers, and ran towards the dark night on the slope. The village chief was still in shock, clutching the bleeding spot on the right side of his head, weeping. "Ear... ouch, my ears..." He searched on the ground like a dog on all fours.Someone suddenly remembered that what Kui Yuan threw towards the restaurant just now, maybe it was the ear?So everyone's eyes turned to that side, and the people there quickly moved their feet away to make room for the bloody village chief and a few flashlights sweeping back and forth on the ground.They bent down and quickly found a cigarette box, some pieces of watermelon rind, some piles of pig manure, but no piece of meat.Finally, a baby with sharp eyes found the piece of meat in a rotten straw sandal, but it was a pity that it was bloody and bloody, embedded with some sand particles, covered with black mud, and completely cold, it did not look like a human being at all. something.People say that it is a blessing in misfortune that it was not taken away by dogs. With their feet relaxed, people can step on the ground generously, without worrying about stepping on something precious.The ground under his feet became solid again. The village chief came back from the township hospital with white gauze wrapped around his head, and it was almost the next morning.It is said that the ear was stitched so-so, but that thief Kuiyuan did so well that he chewed it badly.The doctor said that it is not yet sure whether the ear will be able to pick up the job in the end, so let's see if it can be picked up first.Many people gathered around the door of his house, looking inside. Three months later, Kui Yuan's case was finally decided in the district court.He fled to Yueyang, but was arrested by Yanwu's public security team from there.He was charged with violent wounding and theft, both crimes and sentenced to eight years in prison.He didn't hire a lawyer, and he seemed indifferent. Standing in the court, he grinned and smiled at the young people behind him from time to time, and waved his hair back neatly.If the bailiff hadn't stopped him, the young men behind would have thrown lighted cigarettes at him. "You can't even smoke?" He made a surprised look. The judge asked him what he had to say at the end, and he was surprised again: "Am I guilty? Joke, what crime am I? I just misjudged the person, and I just blamed that I drank a little too much wine that day. You know, I usually don't drink, unless it's Remy Martin, XO, Great Wall Dry White, Kong At most, I only drink a small glass of house wine. My problem is that I have too many friends. When they meet, they force me to drink. What can I do? I’m sorry for my friends if I don’t drink! Let’s sacrifice your life to accompany the gentleman. Besides, that day is July Half, the gate of hell is open, if you don’t drink, I’m sorry for the ancestors..." After being interrupted by the judge once, he nodded again and again, "Okay, I'll pick the important ones, the substantive ones. Of course, I did something uncivilized, but this is not a crime, definitely not a crime, at least At most, it was just a blind eye, like a mistake, and a bowl was smashed. Are you right? I believe that after today's trial, this issue has become very clear, and the facts speak louder than words. I have reflected this to the above Question. Director Li of the special agency will be here soon, the director of the Grain Bureau, and I had dinner with him not long ago..." His descriptions of the weather, environment, and recipes during the meal that day were once again rejected by the judge. I impatiently asked to omit it, so I had to obey. "Okay, let's not talk about Director Li. The higher-ups have opinions on this matter. Editor-in-Chief Han in the province also thinks there is nothing wrong with me. You all know Editor-in-Chief Han, right?...Why? You don't even know Editor-in-Chief Han? He is my father's best friend! It turns out that he belongs to our county cultural center! I advise you to call and ask him, what does the provincial government think about this issue..." His 18th speech took more than 20 minutes. The judge stared at his scorched teeth, felt that he was unreasonable, rejected his complaint, and asked the police to take him out.He left people with a back view, and suit pants that were too long, and the trousers that fell to the heel were sweeping around on the ground, dragging muddy water.