Chapter 15 Chapter Thirteen End.1

1 epilogue We're back in prison.It was noon the next day when we returned to the prison.After noon, the secretary of the prefectural committee sent someone to start a day and night long talk with us.Secretary Guan left the county in a hurry and did not have the final interview with us because the Party Central Committee sent an urgent telegram to cadres at and above the regiment level in all counties across the country, saying that the situation on the Sino-Soviet border was tense and that the enemy was moving troops to our side of Zhenbao Island day and night. Regardless of aircraft, cannons, tanks, and vehicles, Chen Bing never gave up. He hoped that the whole country and the army would unite tightly, prevent invasion anytime and anywhere, and build the Great Wall with all the people, so as to completely crush the wolfish ambitions of Soviet revisionism.In addition to immediately participating in the coordination meeting for the construction of regional civil defense fortifications and the mobilization meeting for the militia contest, Secretary Guan also had to organize the local garrison to change defenses on the Sino-Soviet border.It was a matter of national security and the fate of the country, so Secretary Guan couldn't come to talk to us in person, so he sent his cronies, Director Zhao of the Regional Security Office, to have a long talk with us, as if from the Palu Mountains to Hainan Island.We talked all day and night.It was me and Hongmei (mainly me) who reported to him for a day and a night.When I finished speaking, my mouth was dry, my lips were numb, and my limbs were weak. I wished I could fall down and sleep for three days and three nights, week after week. I could hear others like clay sculptures and their eyes were dull, as if watching an earth-shattering play. I read a song like a song and weeping, and read a poem of excitement.At this moment, another day's sunlight squeezed through the window into the room next to the special guard room, and fell on my face, lips, and eyebrows.A red sun rises in the east, and the revolutionary youth are full of fighting spirit. They are not afraid of the sky and the earth, but they are afraid that you will be online and online.We can still carry the red flag if we don’t go online or follow the guidelines; we can sow seeds in Dazhai’s fields and swing guns on Hutou Mountain; The party, stick to the position and never waver, and move forward as if death is home.To go online, to go to the outline, the moon rises but there is no light, the sky is full of stars and dark, and the sun rises and rains in the east.Revolutionary love becomes cow dung, revolutionary enthusiasm becomes dung soup, revolutionary spirit becomes evil, revolutionary blood becomes dung vat, revolutionary energy becomes feces, revolutionary consciousness becomes large intestine, insisting that the footsteps of revolution are taking the path of counter-revolution, and the red nails of revolution become Bad example, the revolutionary straw sandals will become plant ash, the revolutionary pants will become camouflage, the revolutionary coat will be locked in a box, the revolutionary hat will become a dung basket, the revolutionary scarf will become a chain, and the revolutionary face will turn to the west.The knees of the revolution are kneeling, the back of the revolution is turned to the party, the red heart of the revolution is shedding tears, the neck of the revolution cannot be raised, the head of the revolution is a target, and the heart of the revolution is bleeding black.Heaven, earth, earth, revolutionaries want to shoot revolutionaries in the back of the head, not afraid of blood, not afraid of death, but afraid of no one carrying the red flag of revolution; the head can be broken, the blood can flow, and it must be let the sun rise in the east. There is light, the sun rises when the clouds open, the moon shines when the sun sets, the North Star can be seen when you look up, and the east is bright when you wake up from a dream; we have nothing to fear in sacrifice, as long as it can bring people a happy life for thousands of years.After the conversation, Hongmei shed tears, and Director Zhao thought silently; when the story was over, I was sad, and Director Zhao opened his mouth after thinking for a while—"Hey, let's continue." "It's over." "Just tell me Is it over?" "It's over." "What time did you come back here after blowing up the Cheng Temple and the Ercheng Memorial Archway?" "It's already noon and the sun is rising, and people here are looking for us all over the mountains and plains." "What are you in? Motivation to go back to prison on your own initiative?" "Revolutionaries are upright and frank; there is no need to play tricks and tricks to hide around." "Do you know that Cheng Tianmin is dead?" It ended well." "Cheng Temple was blown up to the point where Cheng Tianmin was buried, and there was not even half a piece of good skin left on his body, do you know that?" "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know and I don't know. No problem." "Now how do you feel when you know?" "It would be most appropriate to bury him with the broken bricks and tiles of Cheng Temple, leaving the revolutionary loess for sowing and transplanting." "Gao Aijun, what else do you want? Say it?" "It's gone, it's over, I'm all heart to the party." "Think about what else you haven't said?" "I can add it when I think about it, and I won't hide anything from the party." "What about you? Xia Hongmei." "I have said everything I want to say about the Aijun. His words are mine, and what he thinks are what I think." "Do you regret what you have done? Are you ashamed?" "I am wholeheartedly engaged in revolution , love the party with passion, and the love for the Aijun is revolutionary love, and the love for the Aijun is revolutionary love, there is no regret in bloodshed and sacrifice, and there is no sadness in bloodshed." "Then...why are you constantly crying?" "I shed tears because the revolutionary wind and waves washed over the revolutionary boat, and the revolutionary ax smashed the revolutionary gun; the enemy made me bleed and I smiled, and the revolutionaries made me squat in prison. How can I not be sad? The world is fortunate to be able to die at the enemy's gunpoint, the world The great tragedy is that parents and mothers have the disgusting desire to kill their sons and daughters." "Okay, this conversation ends here, you are honest and loyal to the party. I will make no secret of it. I will take you back when I go back." report to Secretary Guan truthfully, and suggest that he deal with you leniently, and try to give you a chance to be a new man and revolution again.” “Then thank you Director Zhao, remember your love, remember the leadership’s love, remember The superior organization has infinite care for us; one day we can re-enter the storm of revolution, and we will cherish and cherish it even more; we are willing to do the revolution with all our hearts and brains, and write a new chapter." "I'm going back today, before leaving Let me ask you one last question, which is also the fundamental reason why Secretary Guan sent me to talk to you. I hope you two can answer me truthfully without any concealment." "Director Zhao, please ask casually. I will definitely show my heart and lungs to the organization, and let Secretary Guan weigh it with his hands." "Okay——I ask you two, when you were first picked up by Director Liu of the Organization Department from Cheng Gang When we arrived at the county seat, was Secretary Guan absent for a while, and you were the only ones in the room Guan Shu remembered?" I said, "Yes." Director Zhao asked, "About 30 minutes?" Hongmei said, "" It's only half an hour." Director Zhao asked: "What did you do during this half hour? Have you seen it?There is a photo on Secretary Guan's desk?Above is a lesbian, middle-aged in military uniform. "I said:" See you.See you. Zhao hurriedly stared at me: "What about the photo?"Did you take it? I looked at Hongmei. Hongmei said: "He didn't take it."No one took it.He looked at the photo and gave it to me. Secretary Guan came in while I was looking at it.Because there was a sentence "My Dear Madam" written under the photo, and when I was savoring that sentence, when Secretary Guan came, I panicked, and the photo fell off. Zhao: "Where did it fall?" Hongmei: "It seems to have fallen into the crack of the sofa." Zhao: "Think about it carefully, did it fall into the crack of the sofa?" Hongmei thought for a while: "It really fell into the crack of the sofa." Director Zhao stood up from the bench, looking as if he was about to leave immediately, "Do you know who the woman in the photo is?" Hongmei and I shook our heads. Director Zhao said, "I really don't know?" "I said: "I really don't know. Hongmei said: "The face is very familiar, but I can't remember who she is for a while." " "Let me tell you the truth now," Director Zhao said, "That's a photo of Comrade Jiang Qing, Mrs. Jia, a close comrade-in-arms of the great leader Chairman Mao. The words on the photo were written by Secretary Guan."If the photo is found, your lives will be saved.If the photo cannot be found, and one day it falls into the hands of others, Secretary Guan will not only lose his job, but may even lose his life.Secretary Guan is going to lose his official position and his life, can you still live?Then you will really carry the revolution to the end.Never think about revolution again. "Director Zhao left after finishing speaking, and hurriedly searched for the photo with lightning speed. Go forward, go forward, we want revolution, we want to fight. Revolution is a ship, and we are the helmsman. Revolution is the wheel, we are the axle. Revolution is the harvest, we are the thick soil. Revolution is the thick soil, we are the golden autumn. Revolution is the battlefield, we are the warhead. Revolution is the mountain, we are tall and beautiful. Revolution is the flow of water, we swim in the water. Revolution is the grassland, we are horses and cattle. Revolution is the Gobi, we are the oasis. Revolution is the sea, we are the waves. Fish cannot do without water, we are like rust without revolution. Horses cannot do without grass, and we will lose our lives without revolution Spring is inseparable from sunshine, how can we be separated from rain and dew. Revolution cannot be separated from flags, we are the standard-bearers. Progress cannot be separated from horns, we are trumpeters. Trains cannot be separated from wheels, we will never rust Axle. Navigation is inseparable from lighthouses, we are the tall towers. We want revolution, we want to fight. We want to hold high the red flag, let the horn of advance sound on the enemy's hills. Life is endless, fighting is endless, and flowing water is endless. Rotten, the iron wheel does not rust. Go forward, go forward, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, let the red flag of revolution shine for thousands of years. Shine, shine, shine, for thousands of years. 2 Ending photo, photo, photo... photo photo photo... photo photo Photos... photos photos photos photos photos... photos! photos, my ancestors, photos! 3 At the end we are honest, and we are open-minded. We are revolutionary, we are noble. But they didn't do anything to us Any leniency. They thought that because we are a pair of talented revolutionaries who have made outstanding contributions to the rural revolution, they would release us in the name of fellow revolutionaries and let us return to the melting pot of revolution. However, they put We were separated and thrown into real prisons. (Comrades suffering from revolutionary acute illness have improperly overestimated the subjective forces of the revolution and underestimated the forces of the counter-revolution. Most of these estimates are based on subjectivism. As a result, Undoubtedly, I want to take the road of putschism, thereby harming others, myself, and the revolution.) This is our lesson. The lesson of blood——The prison cell where I squatted was so small that I could only put a bed And a bucket of feces and urine, which can hardly hold an ant anymore. Thick brick walls, thick iron windows, pass in through the small window when eating, and call out through the iron window when there is something to do. I was there I stayed in the house for eight months, maybe eight months a year. I almost forgot the time and season I was put in, and the expression and appearance on Hongmei’s face when she broke up with me. Every day except reading the bedside Chairman Mao's works and model operas were originally used to reform thoughts and torture time, but lay on the bed and fed lice and fleas. I almost forgot the sky, the earth, Soviet revisionism and American emperors; I don't know the years, I don't know the moon, I don't know the rapid changes in the revolutionary situation, I forget how high the revolutionary torrent is, and I don't know when the big waves wash the sand. Day and night, I only hope that someone will interrogate you. I don’t look forward to the coming of the earth, but I only hope that there will be news from Hongmei. I don’t even have any news from Hongmei.In my dreams, I was with Hongmei.But when they suddenly interrogated me one after another, they had already posted notices to kill me and Hongmei all over the streets and alleys of the city and the streets of Chenggang Town, even on the well platform of Chengqian Street and the pan of Chengzhong Street. There are photos and names of me and Hongmei on it.There is a red "×" printed on our names.The ruins of the Cheng Temple lay behind the village, and the pillars of the original Qixian Hall and the Sutra Library were still standing in the air, and the notice on the pillars that we were shot to death was rattling in the wind.Cheng Qinglin told me these things when he went to visit the prison. As soon as he left, they began to open the gates and interrogate me continuously.They asked me to tell my story over and over again, from the army to Cheng Gang Town, from the first day of the rural revolution to the final bombing of Cheng Temple, from the deaths of Cheng Guizhi and Cheng Qingdong, to the madness of Cheng Tianqing and Cheng Tianmin Buried alive by the bricks and tiles of the temple.For them, those comrades sitting on the trial seat listening to the story, I always have loyalty and belief in the organization, never hide the facts, never add moisture.They said that Hongmei and I were the most honest prisoners they had ever met (unfortunately, they didn’t say that we were a pair of revolutionaries), and that the crimes we confessed (which should be revolutionary acts) were exactly the same, the only difference was that When I was in a relationship with Hongmei, it was said that Hongmei spoke roughly and implicitly, while I spoke bluntly and in detail. (Revolutionary love, comradely love, blazing flames shine brightly, tell the party frankly, never hide anything, the revolution makes up for the big holes, we correct the big mistakes, the revolutionary melting pot can tolerate things, revolutionary feelings can All kinds of love.) However, they decided to execute us by shooting.Isn't this a flagrant violation of the Potsdam Proclamation?Once the Anti-Japanese War is over, the danger of civil war will seriously threaten the people of the whole country.I appeal to the whole world to unite and resolutely stop this Chinese civil war that endangers world peace!However, they still shot at us.That day was another new spring day after winter, and the whole world was filled with the tenderness of green grass and buds.The place where the shooting was carried out was on the river beach two miles upstream of our Chenggang Shisanli River, where the river beach was open, the flowing water was loud, and there were red, white and white pebbles everywhere.Slogans and insults were written everywhere, "Down with the Gang of Four, and the people will be liberated" and "Severely criticize Gao Aijun and Xia Hongmei's counter-revolutionary adultery and murder, and then set a foot on their stinking corpses!" Changed room).On the embankment, on the willows, on the stones, and on the pillars of the erected trial platform, those extremely excited slogans are like autumn leaves, and those cursing ink is like summer rain.The judgment platform is more than five feet high, and it is built on the river bank by the river embankment. Under the platform, there are huge crowds of commune members coming from all directions. The heads of the people are like the dung eggs of sheep scattered on the wild grassland covered with mountains and plains. All roads are heading here. The surging people are like cows, horses and pigs scattered in circles.The stage was solemn and solemn, but the audience was noisy. I don't know whether tens of thousands of commune members from more than a dozen brigades in Chenggang Town came from east, west, south, north to participate in the public trial, or flocked from all directions to the river beach of Chenggang for the temple fair.When the public judges ordered me to be escorted from a tent truck to the stage of the public trial with the power of a loudspeaker (the prison guard said that I walked out of the prison like howling wolves), I saw the crowds of people in the audience, and the sound of slogans came and went. There was the sound of saliva splashing, slogans bumping into slogans in mid-air, the tide ebbed and flowed, the voices on the feet squeezed the voices, and the voice was green and white.Those who shout slogans raise their arms, and there is a forest of arms; those who watch the excitement are chirping, and the chirping sounds are flooding and beasts are drenched in torrential rain.The person in front stretches his neck to look towards the stage, while the person behind stands on tiptoe and scolds the person in front; if you step on his foot, he screams like a frog, and if he bumps your head, he roars like a wild wolf.With a pale and excited mood, I really wanted to take a look at the audience where my mother and baby Hongsheng, my daughter Honghua, and Hongmei's daughter Taoer were here, but in the dark and shiny heads, I couldn't even get close. None of the acquaintances in the Gang brigade were seen.The sun was shining brightly, and they were hidden in the grass like grass.The sky is blue, the land is vast/the wind blows the grass and sees cattle and sheep/the land is vast, the sky is blue, my dear ones, where are you today/Looking forward to the stars, looking forward to the moon/I only hope for the sun to rise from the deep mountains/I only hope to see my mother in the audience/only I only hope that Hongsheng will grow tall and strong/I only hope that the safflower will bloom in the cold winter like red plums/I only hope that there will be successors to the revolutionary cause who will push forward the waves of the Yangtze River/I only hope that they will take over the revolutionary gun/carry the red flag on their shoulders /Follow the party and never look back in the wind and rain/Never lose your will in the rain and waves/Do things like this/Be a person like this/Son and daughter!You are neither old nor young/Why can’t you help daddy to take care of things/It’s like saying: Dad’s burden is a thousand catties/You should carry eight hundred catties/The stage is solemn and solemn/The audience is crowded and the slogan is loud/Slogan One after another like thunder / voices of voices overturning rivers and seas, dark clouds surging / people colliding with people, the blood shines and the army is in a hurry / the sound of fists meeting fists and killings shakes the sky and the situation is tense / watching the world and the world churning, clouds and water furious / looking around the world and five continents turbulent wind and thunder / suddenly the wind and waves stop There was silence/not much speech... I don't know what happened, but I saw a white call from a high-pitched speaker across my mind, and the audience suddenly became quiet, Hongmei In the sound of the tweeter, I was tied up like me, and I knelt down on the platform with the help of the car.This is the first time I saw my Xia Hongmei after the bombing of Chengsi, (my soul, my flesh, my spirit and bone marrow!) She was still wearing that pink polyester shirt with a small lapel, and she was still wearing a half-height Velveteen square shoes with a heel.The moment we knelt down, our eyes met with a bang, and I saw that she lost a lot of weight, but her face was more delicate and beautiful than before.Seeing me, her half-white, half-yellow, half-frozen, half-wooden expression turned slightly red.At this moment, I really want to ask her, where have you been locked up by them for half a year, or a few months a year?What do they make you do every day in prison?But as soon as our eyes met, before her tears flowed down, two armed police soldiers stood between her and me, like a city wall, separating our eyes and my thoughts.I thought that the public trial meeting would let us kneel together for a long time like a protest meeting in the revolution. Unexpectedly, the so-called public trial meeting did not take half an hour before and after. He presided over the meeting and said "now the public trial meeting begins"!Another judge read a quotation from Chairman Mao and our verdict, and the public trial was disbanded.He pronounced us to be counter-revolutionary adulterers and murderers, punished us for several crimes, and sentenced us to death, to be executed immediately.The voice of the judge who sentenced us to death was thick, heavy, and majestic, and he pronounced the words "immediate execution" with frustration, as if he wanted to shoot those four words at me and Hongmei as cannonballs.I thought I would collapse on the table when he pronounced those four words, but I didn't expect that after his four words burst out from the loudspeaker, I trembled, my heart trembled suddenly, and then It calmed down immediately, and the hero crossed the river without any wind and waves.I remembered Li Yuhe's stately appearance when he was shot.The prison guard sent me a step like a howling wolf——(entering the stage, "appearing") and leaving the prison. (On the second day, the Kou gendarmes stepped forward to push and shoved, Li Yuhe's righteousness was awe-inspiring and tenacious. "Standing with both legs sideways", changed to "slipping with one leg behind", and stopped; "turned around with one leg", "showing up with one leg". (Li Yuhe strokes his chest wound, kicks back and rubs his knees; he despises the iron chain, with a majestic spirit.) "Huilong" don't look at me, put on iron shackles, wrapped in iron chains, / lock my hands Feet and hands / I can't lock my ambitions to the sky! / "Original board" thief Hatoyama wants to use secret documents for poisonous torture / Muscles and bones are broken, skin is cracked, and heart is as strong as iron / Go to the execution ground and look up high, I see the red flag of revolution raised high / The flames of the anti-Japanese war have started a prairie fire / But wait for the storm to pass , "Slow Three Eyes" Hundreds of flowers are blooming / New China is like the sun shining on the world / At that time, red flags were planted all over China / Thinking of this will increase my confidence and strengthen my fighting spirit / "Original board" I do little work for the party / The revolutionaries march forward bravely... ...However, Hongmei was hit by the "immediate execution" shell.She was still kneeling under the legs of the armed police soldier. After the "immediate execution" sentence was pronounced, I saw her slumped on the platform like a big tree fell, like a mountain collapsed. , as if she didn't know that she was going to be shot until then.I called across the two armed police soldiers: "Hongmei, we are all dead anyway. We live out human appearances when we live, and we must die like human beings after death." In the chaos, Hongmei heard my voice. After calling me, she looked up at me and saw me standing in front of the stage, with my chest straight, neck straightened, valiant and high-spirited, as if inspired, she tried to straighten her paralyzed body.At this moment, the tweeter started to play music as in the past when the meeting was over, playing revolutionary songs (just like a timely rain).In addition to the four-corner tweeters on the public trial platform, the publicity speakers on the car that escorted us also started to play, and the speakers in the village and town also started to play.In a blink of an eye, like an epidemic, in all directions, the speakers in every town and town began to play after the verdict was pronounced.The loudspeaker on the trial platform broadcasts "Victory depends entirely on the Party's guidance", the escort car broadcasts "Hold High the Banner of the Dictatorship of the Proletariat and Advance", and Chenggang Town broadcasts "Singing the Great National Unity". Where is the broadcast in Zhennan? It is "The New Sun and Moon Shine on Rivers and Mountains" in the Peking Opera "Red Detachment of Women". What is broadcast east of Shisanli River is "Struggle for Human Liberation for Life" in "Ode to the Longjiang River", and "Flying Soldiers Surprise Attack on Shajia" that fell from the sky. "Bang", "Let the Revolutionary Red Flags Plant All over the Quartet" suddenly came from the west, and "Blood for blood, tooth for a tooth" roared by the hero Zhao Yonggang who came from the north.The sound of the music is like the wind like rain and snowflakes fluttering, the lyrics are like ropes and cold water gurgling, and the aria is like stormy waves and floods.The judgment platform was covered with water by the sound of the music, the members of the community under the stage were covered with snow by the singing, the Shisanli River was blocked by the singing, and Chenggang Town was drowned to the brink of death.People shouted wildly amidst the music, whether they were shouting in celebration or cursing that the meeting was too short and it wasn't worth letting them run ten or twenty miles, or even tens of miles.Hongmei and I were surrounded and beaten by singing and music from all directions, from heaven and earth.I saw someone throw the shoe that was sitting under their butt in the air.Seeing a large group of people rushing towards the other side of the river (there is the execution ground where we are going to be shot), a man like Cheng Tianqing seemed to have been stepped on in the crowd, so he suddenly raised his hand to hit people.At this moment, Hongmei suddenly stood up without anyone helping her in the music song that was like spring wind and rain. The pale sallowness on her face just before the verdict slowly melted away and replaced by a layer that was neither thin nor thick. Ruddy and excited.As the music increased, the lyrics of the song fell in front of her like ripe fruit, and the excitement on her face finally turned into uncontrollable excitement and purple beauty.She turned her face towards me and looked at me from the soldier's shoulder, her eyes were bright and burning.I know her blood is starting to run wildly all over her like mine, restlessness and agitation make her forehead glow.I moved my foot toward her.She also moved her foot toward me.We suddenly passed the soldiers in front of each other, rushed together, leaned against each other and kissed frantically, kissed frantically.Because we were all bound backwards, we couldn't hug or touch, so she pressed her breasts against mine, and I pressed my shoulders against hers.Because of the pressure, we put our heads up in the midair of the judgment platform, her lips squeezed mine as cold as fire, and the tip of my tongue hooked hers like fire like ice.Revolutionary passion burns up thousands of layers of snow, and comrade-in-arms love melts ten thousand feet of ice.The sun rises in the east and shines on the four seas, and the sunflowers bloom toward the sun; in the spring, the wind and rain dew the seedlings are strong, and the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten.My heart, my flesh, my soul, my love... oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh.At this moment, apart from the wild red music and revolutionary songs being played wildly, the people in the audience suddenly fell silent.The people rushing towards the opposite bank also turned their heads rumblingly, turned around, stared stiffly at the judgment stand, and stared at me and my Xia Hongmei with all their attention.Staring at our love, staring at our love, staring at the lips and tongue of the revolutionaries.The soldiers with guns on the platform were dumbfounded.The judge, who left after the sentencing, was in a daze.The eyes of the audience were stiff.The flying dust in mid-air froze.The pebbles on the beach jumped because we couldn't see our kiss.The fish and crabs in the river flew out of the water and looked at us and cheered happily.The tip of my tongue is like two snakes playing in her lips, and her wet lips are like two fish fighting fiercely on my lips; my shoulders are pressing down on her shoulders like water covering them, and her chest is carrying my chest like a house Inverted capital.Our passion is burning hot, our love is shining... But, at this moment, at this moment, maybe a minute has passed, maybe a night, a day, a hundred years, maybe just a few seconds, the revolutionary Just pull the trigger on the revolutionaries.They didn't shoot us in a bunker dug across the river.They beat us to death on the bench where the aftermath of the trial still lingers.However, when we fell down bleeding and sacrificed, Hongmei and I were still tightly squeezed together, our lips were still kissing each other tightly, and finally, the bloody breath suffocated us to death.Dead things happen frequently, some are more important than Mount Tai, and some are lighter than a feather.The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrade, you still need to work hard. 4 Many, many days after the epilogue, Hongmei and I agreed to return to the Harrowing Mountains from "The Gentle Land".We found that the people there were reading a novel called "The Story of Hongmei", and those illiterate people were all telling the story of me and Hongmei.When we arrived at the Shisanli River Beach to the west of Cheng Gang where we were shot, we found that the platform of the trial was no longer there, but the place where we bleed and fell was lush with green grass.On that piece of grass, there are a bunch of boys and girls mowing grass and grazing cattle. They are playing games with each other and exploring each other's secret places.After watching it, they imitated grown-ups, took off naked in the sun, and when they were playing some male-female games one-on-one, an old woman with a hunchback and thin white hair called out to one of them at the head of the village. Go back to dinner.They had no choice but to get up from the grass in a panic, put on their clothes, carry the straw baskets, and go home with the cattle and sheep.Hongmei and I had no choice but to return to the land of tenderness.

The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard! Goodbye, revolution!Farewell, Stuart! First draft from March to July 2000 Second draft from September to October 2000 The third draft in November 2000