Chapter 8 6

Liu Quan sat on a chair next to the desk and waited.The phone on the desk jingled.No one answered.A young man with yellow glass-rimmed glasses and a face full of pimples stood up from a table next to him and came over to pick him up. "Jiefang Daily." He said, "Comrade Ge is not here, call back later." He put the headset back where it was. It was not yet dark outside, and the huge room already needed to be lit.A lamp with a green glass shade on the table shone on a piece of pink blotting paper.The blotting paper was very bright and clean, with no ink stains on it. "The work of the data team must be more leisurely," Liu Quan thought.

Maybe other departments as well. "I heard that the people in the newspaper have nothing to do now," he thought, "All the news is provided by Xinhua News Agency, and there is no need to go out to interview. The editors get the Xinhua News Agency's manuscript and send it on without changing a single word. , even the title is ready-made.” However, the air in this wide hall is still very tense. There are countless desks ringing from time to time, and the staff are running around briskly.He lowered his voice and spoke, fully showing the austere atmosphere of the "party newspaper".

Liu Quan was sent by the East China Branch of the Association to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea, and asked the newspaper to provide them with pictures of the atrocities committed by the U.S. military on the Korean battlefield as propaganda materials.The data team leader here went to the data room and told him to wait here. The phone rang again.The young man at the next table ran over again. "Comrade Goshen is gone, I'll be back in a moment. ... Well, call back in a moment." Liu Quan has been waiting for a long time and feels very tired.Looking over there, one after another green table lamps were floating like lotus lamps in the vast semi-darkness.

Then he saw Ge Shan, the head of the data collection team, approaching from a distance.Liu Quan looked at her with a little surprise.I didn't notice just now, this woman turned out to be very beautiful, like a movie or drama actress.It is the kind of bright round face and almond-shaped eyes that are often seen on stage and screen.The nose is very straight, and the tip of the nose seems to have been filed off a small piece, giving it a sweet and thick feeling.But she doesn't seem to be young anymore, the lines of her chin and cheeks are already too soft, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes are also a little autumnal.Her hair has been permed and grown very long, and she is simply tied behind her ears. She is of medium figure, and the neckline of the big red woolen sweater is exposed in the navy blue Lenin suit.

Liu Quan stood up.She stretched out her hand slightly towards his chair, indicating that he would sit down. On the one hand, she sat down in her seat and flipped through the few photos she brought. She handed it to him.The photos are very clear, and it is clear at a glance that they were taken on the spot.The first one is shocking. It shows a half-naked woman tied to a tree. A young soldier with fair hair is standing with his arms crossed and watching. Another soldier bends over to pick up branches and piles them on the woman. at her feet, apparently to set fire to her. "There are no pictures of American soldiers," Gossan said, "only of German soldiers."

"Is this the time of World War II?" Liu Quan asked. Goshen nodded slightly. "Where is it?" He noticed that the woman tied to the tree had the same blond hair as the soldier, and her face was clearly Caucasian. "In Europe," she replied curtly, before leaning over to point out, "women's hair needs to be painted black, and soldiers' uniforms need to be modified a little bit. --Here's a picture of American soldiers practicing there, uniforms The pattern is clearly photographed and can be used as a reference.” "But──" Liu Quan didn't know what to say. "We don't have anyone in our department who knows how to retouch photos," he said finally.

"It doesn't require any special skills," Gossan said with a smile, "and the fact is that even a photo retoucher in a photo studio can paint a woman's eyelashes or ask him to change a military uniform, and he may not be good at it." This woman seems to have lived a long urban life, Liu Quan thought to herself. She pointed with the pencil to the woman's breasts in the photo. "It can be blacked out here to indicate that the breasts have been cut off." Liu Quan was taken aback. "Completely blacked out?" He couldn't imagine.That becomes like a bra.

"No. There are black spots that look like bloody wounds." She looked at him as if he was in a dilemma, and patiently explained: "It's very simple. And you have to know that our current printing technology still needs to be improved. It might be so stupid to write off this photo in a pictorial. Can you It is still a problem to see that it is a woman. The main thing is to rely on the pictures below to make it eye-catching.” Although Liu Quan was submissive, he seemed a little disapproving, and Ge Shan felt it too.She paused, turned her face up, and looked at him lightly with vacant eyes. "You may think that this is different from the deception and rumors of imperialism."

"Of course it's different," Liu Quan said with a blushing face. "What's the difference?" she asked with a smile. "It's fundamentally different." She was still looking at him with an indifferent smile and a mocking air.Then she turned the pencil upside down, inadvertently tapped the end of the eraser on the table, and said in a flat tone: "Yes. First of all, we know for sure that the atrocities committed by the U.S. military are absolutely true, and we publicize this fact only by relying on Text reports are not enough. The masses demand concrete reports. So photos are necessary.”

"Yes. I completely agree." Liu Quan quickly took a picture and put it away, and immediately stood up to say goodbye. She still sat there motionless, smiling.He found that she seemed to be looking at him with a critical eye, which disturbed him. "We will keep in touch frequently in the future." She stood up suddenly, and reached out to shake his hand across the desk, showing a bright smile typical of Communist Party members, showing a whole row of white teeth. Liu Quanfu changed photos on the desk.He was alone in the office.Zhang Li went to the hospital to see that the burn had faded away. The burn wound on his leg had festered and hadn't healed yet.

Suddenly, a miscellaneous person really walked in. "Comrade Liu, Comrade Zhou is looking for you." "Upstairs?" Liu Quan asked. "Hey. Tell you to go up." Comrade Zhou is Zhou Yubao, the deputy director of the general office, and the lover of Zhao Chu, the director of the general office. Liu Quan can be said to be their direct subordinate.The couple lived upstairs.The East China Branch of the Anti-U.S. Aid Korea Association recently moved to this garden house. The place is quiet and spacious, so some leading cadres moved in and lived there. According to their status, each person occupied one or two or three rooms. Zhou Yubao was in charge of taking care of them, and the allocation of rooms and furniture was naturally within her management scope. Therefore, although the couple were only allocated one room, it was located on the second floor, which was very convenient to go up and down, and it faced south. The pasted pink flower paper is also probably new.The room is not big, and it is quite crowded with a set of deep red leather sofas. In addition, there is a mahogany cupboard, desk, bookshelf, double bed, dual-purpose sofa, wardrobe, refrigerator, electric stove, radio , These are the booty of Yubao.There are two telephones alone, one white and one black.A hemp rope is tied to the door knob of the refrigerator, and the other end is tied to a water spout, which is full of dresses and socks to dry.There were also several wet clothes draped over the water.As soon as I entered the door, I felt that things were full of pits and valleys, which made people dazzled.There is also a grand piano near the window, on which is a long white tablecloth with hollow lace, on which there are vases and Zhou Yubao's dark blue peaked cap.For this piano, Liu Quan heard that Zhou Yubao had a dispute with Lai Xiuying, who was in charge of the personnel department. Lai Xiuying was the lover of Cui Ping, the director of the secretariat, and she also wanted to put a piano in the bedroom.As far as Liu Quan knows, neither of the two wives can play the piano. I don't know why the snatching is so good. Yu Bao is from Shandong, born in the countryside, with a purple duck-egg face, emerald black straight eyebrows, and a pretty face.Her hair was newly permed, and she was wearing a half-worn blue cotton uniform with a tight belt, showing off her pretty figure.She has two children, the older one is a boy, two or three years old, and the nanny hugs him and urinates on a pink and purple foreign magnetic spittoon.Yubao walked back and forth in the room with the one-year-old girl in his arms, coaxing and patting her while scolding Comrade Kong, the cook, with vigor. Comrade Kong stood at the door of the room, smiled mischievously, took off his hat, and kept scratching his scalp.Because Comrade Kong has a long history of revolution, although he is still a cook after the overall victory, he has already enjoyed the treatment of a battalion-level cadre. "You can't always be so old-fashioned, this is not how you work!" Yu Bao said with a wry face, "Now the city is the focus of study, and the road should also be learned to recognize!" "Alas, it's a disadvantage that I don't know how to read!" Comrade Kong said: "In the early days in the army, life was hard, and I didn't care about education. When I marched, I carried three cauldrons on my back and walked seventy or eighty miles at a stretch── ─The instructor really said: "As a cook, protecting everyone's rice cooker is like protecting your own eyes──"" "Come on, don't do the same thing with me again! He is full of heroic thinking, arrogant, and he is no longer willing to learn with humility, and he refuses to accept criticism when he makes mistakes!" Yu Bao's voice became higher and higher, Comrade Kong didn't dare to reply anymore, and put his peaked cap back on his head, holding the brim of the cap with one hand, while scratching the green scalp with the other hand. This seemed to be his only reply. Liu Quan poked his head behind Comrade Kong. "Comrade Zhou, what can I do for you?" "Hey, Comrade Liu, tell him where the Baxianqiao small vegetable market is. ──It's been a waste of time in the morning!" "Baxianqiao Small Vegetable Market──" Liu Quan thought for a while. "Not far from the big world." Comrade Kong did not know the big world. "It's close to the Eight Immortals Bridge Youth Association," Liu Quan said. Liu Quan was not very familiar with the route in Shanghai, so he was at the end of his skills and didn't know how to explain it. "Shall I draw a map?" "I can't read the map." Comrade Kong rolled his eyes up, looking displeased.Even though Yubao treats him like a nephew, he can bear it, that is to obey discipline; if even these cadres who are not party members and non-proletarian backgrounds have to ride on his head, then he will not be willing.He pulled down the brim of his hat heavily, and this time he put it on firmly without scratching his scalp. "He doesn't know how to read maps, let him know," Yu Bao said. Now it's Liu Quan's turn to scratch his head. "Forget it, forget it, find a correspondent to take me there, and we will meet next time." Comrade Kong didn't wait for Yu Baobiao's consent, turned around and left.With Liu Quan present, his attitude was much tougher than before. Yu Bao shook the child in her arms. "You're new to Shanghai, are you used to it, Comrade Liu?" Every time she saw Liu Quan, she always said these few superficial words as usual, but her tone was extremely sincere and affectionate. "I've been busy moving these two days, and I don't have time to talk to you. I'm willing to help you improve." "I hope that Comrade Zhou will help me as much as possible, and give me some advice in a blunt manner," Liu Quan said perfunctorily. Her opinion came right away. "Comrade Liu, you have a high level of education. Comrade Kong is now in a literacy class. He is relatively old and has a poor memory. When you have time, review for him—" Liu Quan unconsciously took a breath, thinking that this was another problem.How could Comrade Kong condescend to be one of his students who asked questions at the green window. "──You help him improve, and I help you improve, okay?" Yu Bao smiled at him with a row of teeth, showing a typical Communist Party member's smile. "Okay. I must ask Comrade Zhou for advice when I have the opportunity." Liu Quan just wanted to get away, hurried out, and went downstairs to his own office. He stopped in the middle of the room, looking blankly at the writing desk. This is not his desk. At first he thought he was in the wrong room.Newly moved to a place, easy to go to the wrong room.But on the window sill he saw his pen, inkstone, desk lamp, and a bottle of ointment that Zhang Li used to apply to his injured leg.They were all placed on the desk just now. Obviously, the desk was moved away, and the things were moved to the window sill.The original desk was very large, and the two sat facing each other.Now it is replaced by a dilapidated orange-yellow two-drawer table with a deep and wide crack running across it. The crack is full of dust and there are grains of sesame embedded in it, which must have fallen from the sesame seed cakes. here. Liu Quan suddenly remembered how many photos he was editing?Just put it in the desk drawer.He hastily pulled open the drawers of the small table, both of which were empty and contained nothing. He got anxious.Those few photos of him are very precious, and they may be "only copies in China", and they must not be lost by him.How can you be so irresponsible in your work.It is also impossible to explain to the Liberation Daily.He could imagine Comrade Goshen's eyes looking at him mockingly and emptyly. He went out of the office to ask the orderly who moved the desk.No one knows. He went upstairs to ask again.The nanny took Zhou Yubao's child to play at the stairs.The nanny said: "Just now I saw two people bring up a desk and send it to Comrade Lai's room." Lai Xiuying lived in a room at the back on the second floor.For work convenience, both she and her husband have offices next to their bedrooms.The door of the office was open, and Liu Quan poked his head in to have a look. There was only one waitress inside, hanging the tulle curtains on the window sill.There was a dark green velvet sofa facing him, and next to that sofa was a large desk. Liu Quan walked in. "Is this desk brought up from downstairs just now?" "What are you asking?" Lai Xiuying suddenly appeared at the door of Tong's bedroom.Standing there with her arms folded, she was short and stout, with a protruding belly and a woolen uniform that was propped up high, a bit like Stalin.She has been in Shanghai for more than a year, but she still retains her true qualities as a female cadre.She had a buttery face, and her short black hair cut off half of her cheek. "I have something in this drawer, and I didn't have time to take it out," Liu Quan explained with a smile, walking forward and opening the second drawer. Lai Xiuying was still standing there staring at him, obviously suspecting that he came with bad intentions, probably following him to ask for the desk, but was scared by her scolding just now, so she changed her words temporarily. Liu Quan took out the pack of photos from the drawer. "It's an important document," he said. "Why aren't the important documents locked?" She asked confidently, "Who is responsible for the loss of the ones that were moved up and down the stairs?" Liu Kui began to explain: "I just walked away for a while, I didn't expect the table to be moved──" "Be careful next time! When working in an agency, the first thing to do is to keep it secret!" Liu Kui didn't make a sound.When he went out, she stood by the desk and watched, like a dog guarding its newborn puppy. He went back to the office downstairs, brought the pen and inkstone over, and traced his picture again.But the miscellaneous personnel came to call him again. "Comrade Zhou told you to go up." Liu Kui had no choice but to put down his pen again, put the photos in a drawer, and planned to lock the drawer.But the drawer was not locked.After thinking about it for a while, he finally turned on the desk lamp, dried the ink stains on the photo on the lamp, wrapped it in a piece of paper, and carried it with him in his pocket. Yubao paced impatiently around her room waiting for him. "Just now you asked what happened to that desk?" she said.It must have been reported by the nanny. "Is that desk that was moved to Comrade Lai's room yours?" "Yes, I changed to a smaller one." "What are you doing?" Yubao became angry. "You change it back immediately! Go get two correspondents to help you move!" "I think... let's just use it first." Liu Kui felt very embarrassed. "The current one, it's a little smaller, but it can still be dealt with, but the drawer needs to be equipped with a lock, in order to keep it secret──" "What kind of lock does it have? Such a broken table! There are people coming and going downstairs all day long. If any international friends come to visit, it's too ugly! Go and bring that one back to me immediately!" "Comrade Lai will definitely not allow the move. I asked just now, and I am already upset," Liu Kui could only say. "Isn't it strange for you to say that? How can you let others take away the things in your house and still dare not say a word?" Yu Bao stared at him and shouted: "When the sky is bright and the sun is bright, if you have the ability, you can take away other people's things." Move things into their own house! I only hear them yelling all day long, saying that the government is now "regularized", "regularized", and can no longer be so "guerrilla". What guerrillas!" She immediately forced Liu Quan to negotiate with Lai Xiuying.During Liu Quan's time in the revolutionary ranks, he has learned a lot about the world.He knew that people like Lai Xiuying must not be offended, but the boss's wife was even more so.He finally walked to Lai Xiuying's office helplessly. The door of the room was still wide open, and I saw Xiuying sitting in front of the desk, working there with her head down, she didn't know she was keeping accounts.Her short, straight hair fell sideways over her face, and she chewed the ends of a lock in the corner of her mouth, like nineteenth-century European men chewed the tips of their water chestnuts. Liu Quan knocked on the door to get her attention. "Comrade Lai," he said bravely, "About this desk──" Lai Xiuying never expected that just now when he was scared back, he came again. "What's the matter?" she said loudly, "I told you to move it up—what are you going to do? It's not yours, it's not mine, it's the public's! Domineering and cuddling in my own room──What kind of piano, refrigerator, sofa...Look at our sofa, the springs are all collapsed! The car that was allocated to us is also old, and we can’t sit in a good car! I I didn’t make a sound—I’m not that stingy! But if you don’t make a sound, you’re really easy to bully!” The more she talked, the more angry she became, she turned over and sat down on the desk, bent down and slapped the desk loudly. "Don't use your power and prestige in front of me! What! If we, Comrade Cui, hadn't saved her man's life when Shanghai was liberated, would she still be here today? Just relying on her material, she would have been the same without her man. As the deputy director, I will write my word "Lai" upside down!" When Liu Quan walked out, Zhou Yubao was already waiting at the door of her room with the child in her arms. "What are you shouting about?" she asked, frowning. "Comrade Lai firmly refuses to allow the move," Liu Quan replied in a general way. In fact, she asked knowingly, and she had heard it all before: "What old car and new car—you have the face to say it! Comrade Cui took it and painted it, and it looked new inside and out. How much is it? Forget it! Isn’t this extravagance and waste? What is it that Comrade Cui saved our Comrade Zhao’s life—to tell you that in Menglianggu, if our Comrade Zhao hadn’t saved his life, Cui Ping would have died a long time ago. I can't marry him, and I can't shake! Otherwise, hmph, it's up to her, Lai Xiuying, what kind of personnel department. It's not even her turn to take care of human shit!" Liu Quan didn't make a sound, stood at the stairs for a while, then turned and went downstairs.But Yubao called him again. "When Comrade Kong comes back, ask him to help you move the desk. It must be replaced! I don't have much time to do this right now, and democrats will come to the meeting later." Liu Quan guessed that she was taking this opportunity to lose Yang, but at that time, she only vaguely agreed and went downstairs. "Before experiencing the 'warmth of a big revolutionary family', I felt the pain of a big family first." He thought. When he returned to the office, Zhang Li had just come back from the hospital with his legs bound. As soon as he saw him, he asked where their desk was.Liu Quan only said a few words.He pays attention to every step of the way, and if he talks too much, he will be called a "little broadcast" and will be criticized. But when Zhou Yubao and Lai Xiuying mentioned their husband's past history just now, it inevitably aroused his curiosity.During the conversation, he asked casually: "Did Comrade Zhao Chu and Comrade Cui Ping take part in the battle to liberate Shanghai?" "Yes, they are both regiment leaders. The two regiments fought side by side. They both entered Shanghai from Hongqiao Road." Although Zhang Li was new here, he had great powers and had already found out the origins of his superiors. .That's because he often seeks friendship with the cook, Comrade Kong, when he is free. Comrade Kong sees that he is a party member, and he is also happy to chat with him.Comrade Kong is an old member of Zhao Chu, so he told him all the history of Zhao Chu. "It's really touching to say," Zhang Li looked around, and moved the chair to Liu Quan mysteriously. "Comrade Zhao Chu and Comrade Cui Ping are really life-and-death friends. They were the best classmates in middle school, and they entered the university together. In the second year of university, they went to Yan'an to participate in the Revolution. On the way, Cui Ping suffered from dysentery, which was very dangerous. Fortunately, Zhao Chu took care of him day and night, and finally saved his life. When they arrived in Yan'an, both of them entered the Anti-Japanese University. After graduation, Chairman Mao sent them to go through the occupied areas in disguise, Went to the south of the Yangtze River to join the New Fourth Army and did political work in the army. In the southern Anhui incident, Zhao Chu was shot in the leg and could not escape. Cui Ping risked his life to save him. The two were captured together and imprisoned in Shangrao, Jiangxi Then the Anti-Japanese War broke out, and a large number of prisoners had to move in. Halfway to Chishi, the prisoners rioted, Zhao Chu was injured, and Cui Ping ran away with him, from Chishi Town in Fujian to the Jiangxi border of Fujian the top of Mount Wuyi." Liu Quan listened silently.The Zhao Chu and Cui Ping he knew already looked like "revolutionary veterans", but he could also imagine when they were two enthusiastic young people. "During the Battle of Menglianggu in 1947," Zhang Li continued, "Zhao Chu was a battalion commander in the East China Field Army, and Cui Ping was the political instructor in his battalion. Zhao Chu risked his life to climb up and rescued him. When Shanghai was liberated in 1949, they led a regiment of soldiers into Shanghai from Hongqiao Road. Zhao Chu was seriously injured. Cui Ping risked his life to save his life." Liu Quan couldn't help being moved by this story.In any case, these two people shed blood for an ideal, and their friendship is so sincere.The wives of these two people are jealous of each other, which is also normal, because their husbands almost sacrificed their lives to save their friends many times. Of course, wives don't like such friends. They are just very ordinary women, Liu Quan thought to himself.When he first saw them, he was indeed surprised and disgusted, because they were "revolutionary cadres", but they were so worldly, greedy, and simple-minded.I'm used to it now.They are shrewd housewives, but because the cadres are always transferred from east to west, and the environment is too unstable, they are a kind of rough nomadic housewives... "What a great friendship." Zhang Li suddenly lowered his voice and said secretly, "Even loving the same woman didn't affect their friendship." Then he quickly explained: "Of course it's because of a dry People who work in the revolution. The passion for work is more than love──」 "Who is that woman, Zhou Yubao?" Liu Quan asked curiously. Zhang Li was interrupted in the middle of a sentence. He was a little unhappy and shook his head slightly. "Could it be Lai Xiuying?" Perhaps at that time they were in a very desolate place where women were very rare. "No. It was a female classmate they had when they were studying at the Anti-Japanese University. They both pursued her at the same time, and it was Cui Ping who won the victory. But at that time, he was still a lower-level cadre and was not eligible to marry. Later, he and Zhao Chu She was sent to Jiangxi, and the woman was in Yan'an, and she was married to an old cadre by the organization as a matchmaker." Liu Quan heard this kind of story a lot. There were often young men and women who participated in the revolution together. The two fell in love, but the man could not get married, so he needed to wait patiently and slowly get qualified.However, the facts do not allow the woman to wait that long.No matter how tough she is, the organization will always have a way to "persuade" her to marry a veteran cadre. Whenever he heard such things, he always immediately thought of Huang Juan.How long can she wait for him?Since coming to Shanghai, I have received three letters from her one after another, but the content of the letters is so empty, just some high-sounding superficial words.The land reform in Hanjiatuo has been successfully completed, and she has already returned to Beijing.Because of his hard work in the land reform, he has been approved to join the Communist Youth League, and was recently sent to work in the regimental headquarters in Jinan. Although life is hard, he is very happy in spirit. To him, he only encourages him to work hard, which is completely optimistic.He knew that she couldn't tell the truth in her letter, because the organization could open and read all letters at any time.Not only can you not complain in the letter, but writing the letter too frequently or too much like a love letter will also cause him to be criticized.In fact, the same letter he wrote to her himself!Always cheerfully positive and empty.But every time I receive her letter, I always feel dissatisfied.This kind of letter makes people feel more and more confused, as if they gradually don't know her. Even now, someone is putting pressure on her to marry a prestigious cadre.If there was such a thing, he knew that she would never reveal it in her letter.Of course, this kind of words can't be said.At the same time, she must not want to bother him.But because he knew it was so, it bothered him all the time. Being sent to Shanghai to engage in the work of resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea, perhaps he should feel that he has a future and is valued.Zhang Li probably thought this way too.If they had been "drowned" at that time, soon after coming here, he woke up and felt his own smallness.There are now as many as 1.5 million propagandists throughout the country.In this organization alone, there are countless people who are on top of them, all of whom have contributed a lot.Their status here is not as good as that of a master in the former yamen. In the next room, suddenly there was a heavy noise on the floor, which made the teacups on the table beside them rattle in their saucers.It was an employee in the office next door who jumped there to keep warm because it was too cold. The sky outside the window is a pure light gray color.In the garden outside, a brown-yellow grassland is surrounded by a bamboo fence, and a path made of red-gray triangular stones crosses the lawn. The stones are uneven in color due to the damp weather.On that chilly afternoon, the air in the room was like a jar of cold water. After sitting for a long time, one felt like a braised duck hanging high in a restaurant.Liu Quan and Zhang Li each wore two sets of summer uniforms under cotton uniforms, and they were still unbearably cold even with all the clothes on.Zhang Li found some waste paper, burned it in a copper brazier to keep warm, and then simply added the entire roll of Zhu Si Lan letter paper.There is nothing else in the office, paper is plentiful.Having such a brazier in the room on their side was probably due to Zhou Yubao's favor, because she took care of it. I heard that this house was originally a rich man’s residence, but it was occupied by the Japanese during the Occupation.The office downstairs, for example, was quite badly damaged. On the white-powdered ceiling, there were patches of soot-smoked black stains from the briquette stove used for cooking.The floor was also dotted with scorched marks from cigarette burns.Strips of bedbug blood were also smeared on the pink-blue wallpaper, and there were slogans on white paper that were not torn clean.Liu Quan flinched towards the fire, and suddenly thought of two lines of Huang Zhongze's poem: "The change of owner's building is always like a dream, and Yiren's affairs are always like ashes." I read it in school before, and I thought it was normal, but now I put it upside down in my heart Aftertaste, I feel very close to my state of mind. How can he suddenly indulge in the taste of old poems? It's really useless, he thought.But maybe it's not worthless. From Chairman Mao to Chen Yi, don't they all like to compose poems and lyrics?Hengcai has to compose poems at every turn.It seems that there are a lot of Confucian generals in the CCP. Even the two comrades here, Zhao Chu and Cuiping, aren’t they military officers with intellectual backgrounds? ──They did not write crooked poems and send them to newspapers for publication. Liu Quan believed that this was also to their benefit.But maybe it's because they only achieved the status of regiment leader, and the officials are not big enough. When he saw the family life of Zhao Chu and Zhou Yubao, he couldn't help but sometimes imagined whether he and Huang Juan would ever have such a day.Although he is very negative now, he still feels that if Zuo and Huangjuan are in Zhao Zhou's position, they can do something useful, because now it is not "rule of law" but "rule of man", and many measures are completely illegal. It is decided by individual cadres. Of course, on the one hand, it is still unavoidable to spread rumors, lie, and do the kind of work he is doing now.But at least when they came home at night, with Huang Juan there, there was no need to say anything against their will between the two of them, and they would not feel that there was no standard for right and wrong, black and white, and make a person completely lose his rationality and become crazy. If one day I could be with her, like Zhao Chu and Zhou Yubao, with children and a small homeless family, I would be satisfied.Yet this is the wish of a weary middle-aged man, and in a young man it is spiritually atrophied. Such a wish is already the most hopeless.However, there was still no hope of reaching the goal. The little red fire in the brazier was about to go out soon.Liu Quan's heart was extremely gloomy.Zhang Li went to find some paper to burn again, and stood there with his back on his back looking for fuel.Liu Quan suddenly took out Huang Juan's two recent letters from his pocket, rolled them together with the envelopes, and threw them into the brazier.The flames shot up suddenly, illuminating his face. He felt empty again, and began to count when he would receive her next letter.