Chapter 40 Chapter 04

Peizhu and Hui talked about Ming in the women's association. Xian hurriedly ran in.His usual funny smile was gone.As soon as he saw Peizhu, he opened his protruding mouth, showing two rows of uneven teeth, and said in a panic: "Peizhu, you go quickly. Ming's illness is dangerous... Dehua wants you to go immediately." Xian feared His eyes were wide open, and two tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. "The calamity is coming." Hui said as if talking to himself. "Okay, let's go." Peizhu took Xian's hand and went out with Hui. They arrived at Xiong's house.Bea came out and opened the door.When they saw Bea's melancholy face, their hearts became heavier.

"What's wrong with Ming?" Peizhu asked in a low voice with concern. Bi shook her head, replied anxiously, "I'm afraid there is no hope," and let them in. In a not very bright room, on an old-fashioned canopy bed, Ming lay there quietly, half of his body was covered by a thin quilt.Dehua was sitting on a rattan chair by the bed, wiping his eyes with a handkerchief. "Dehua," Peizhu called softly as soon as she entered the door. Dehua stood up, and before he could answer, Ming asked on the bed, "Peizhu, are you here?" Peizhu agreed, and walked to the bed with Hui and said softly, "Ming, are you feeling better today?" They could see Ming's face clearly, it had no flesh or blood, it didn't look like a living person's face.They wanted to smile reluctantly, but Peizhu's tears fell down.Hui could bear it, she bit her lip hard.

"Peizhu, Hui, you are all well. I'm done. I'm leaving you." A miserable smile appeared on Ming's thin face. "No, your illness will recover soon," Peizhu tried her best to hold back her grief and comforted him gently. "I'm not going to get better. I'm done. It's embarrassing to think that all of you are busy and I die quietly. Peizhu, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die." His eyes Embedded with teardrops, her right hand pressed against the quilt, her fingers trembling slightly.De Hua covered his face with a handkerchief and sobbed beside him.Ming paused for a moment, then continued: "Dehua often cries, she treats me so well, you all treat me well, but I am dying. I can no longer hold the job. I am leaving you."

Peizhu sat down on the edge of the bed, stretched out her hand to hold his hand that was pressed against the quilt, and comforted him, saying: "Ming, don't talk anymore. Take a rest. Not only Dehua, I listened to your words I want to cry too." "Ming, you won't die, you shouldn't die at such a young age," Huili said to Ming beside the bed. "Don't deserve to die? Who deserves to die?" Ming's eyes widened, and his hands shook even more.His teeth chattered too. "I was killed by them. They tortured me every day, tortured me, and they wouldn't let me live. So I'm going to die. I should die, at such a young age." He said angrily, His face was ugly and his voice was muffled.But the words reached everyone's ears.Even the newcomers Min, Yadan, Zhiyuan and Renmin heard it.

Everyone was silent, no one wanted to speak.Peizhu squeezed Ming's cold hand even tighter, as if she was afraid that she would lose Ming if she let go.The others stood quietly, not daring to move, letting Ming's gasps and Dehua's sobs float in the air.Some embarrassing times passed like this.Everyone looked at each other with eyes of sympathy and eyes of terror.Renmin whispered a few words in Zhiyuan's ear. Bi walked under the window, stood outside the door, and put her head in to look. Ming sighed slowly on the bed, moved his head again, and looked at those people standing around the table with his absent-minded eyes.He moved his mouth and smiled, which was still sad to others.Renmin took two steps forward and arrived at the bed.

"Renmin, you're here, but I'm going to die." Ming looked at Renmin, a few more tears burst out of his eyes, and he continued to speak in a trembling voice. "I won't be able to see you much. I'm not afraid of death, but I don't want to leave you when you're all working." "Ming, don't worry, you won't die. We all love you and need you," Peizhu, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, looked down at Ming, comforting her with tears in her eyes. Xian rushed to the bed, pressed his head on the quilt beside Ming's feet and cried sadly.

"Ming, take a rest, you're too excited. Your illness is nothing to worry about, don't be afraid," Renmin wanted to say a lot to him, but only these few words came out. "I'm not afraid. But at this time, everyone was working very well together. I just had a little hope, and I died alone. It's too tragic." Ming paused and said, "I really don't want to leave you." "Ming, close your eyes and sleep for a while, don't talk anymore," Renmin said gently. "No, I close my eyes. It's like a movie is playing in front of my eyes. It's all the scenes in the detention center. It's terrible, you will never imagine it." Ming's voice was a little scary, and he tried to open his eyes wide , In his skinny face, these eyes are like two small holes.

"The life there left a deep impression on him," Yadan stood with his back against the table, squeezed one hand into a fist and pressed hard on the table, he turned his head sideways and whispered to Zhiyuan. "They tortured him all day long, how could his thin body bear it?" Zhiyuan lowered his head and replied in a low voice. "That's how people deal with us." Min interjected, his face sullen, biting his lip, and what seemed to be cold hatred came out of his eyes. "He was not the first victim." "Ah, starlight, the starlight is about to go out," Ming said to himself while looking at the ceiling.

"Ming, what did you say?" Peizhu lowered her head and asked gently. "I said the starlight, after a while, I won't be able to see anything," Ming said as if talking to himself. "No, no, starlight will never disappear." Dehua said next to him.She has stopped crying, although there are still tears on her face.Standing in front of the bed, she lowered her head slightly and looked at Ming's face with her bright eyes.She still remembered Ming's words, Ming told her that he also saw starlight during the day, and even in the cell the starlight also illuminated his path.

"Renmin," Ming called out with a movement of his head.Renmin had already walked to the table and was listening to Zhiyuan's speech, so he turned around and replied gently, "I'm here." "Please come here, please come here," Ming said repeatedly.Renmin walked to the bed and stood beside Peizhu.He lowered his head and cast his gentle but firm eyes on Ming's face, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?" Ming looked at Renmin for a while, as if he wanted to recognize Renmin's face, and then said: "Let me ask you something, you know a lot more than us, and I have read many of your books." He smiled slightly , At this moment, his voice was a little different. There seemed to be something more in it, but no one could understand what it was. "I asked if you were among us—love—I said love—we can fall in love—like everyone else?" Lost eyes shot into Renmin's face pleadingly. "Do we have the - right? They say love can - interfere with work - conflict with revolution. Don't laugh at me - I've never been able to - solve this problem - I've been wanting to ask you for a long time." Ming mixed hope and pain in these words. Although it was a feeble voice, people could still tell the difference.Indeed, that question troubled Ming for a long time. He wanted to write to Renmin and Jianhong very early on.But he was afraid of being laughed at, so he finally didn't write the letter.He kept it in his heart until now, and at this time he still couldn't get the answer.

Renmin listened attentively, he didn't expect that Ming would ask him these words.This is not a difficult question to answer.He smiled.He said, "Ming, why do you still think about these things? You should rest your mind more, your body is more tense than anything else." "Say, you answer me, I've been waiting for a long time," Ming said pleadingly. Renmin was silent for a while, glanced at Peizhu's face, and then looked at Hui. He knew that Hui was once called a love supremacist by some friends, and he also knew that Hui had sex with several boyfriends. over relationship.He looked at De Hua again, she was shooting her timid eyes into his face.He knew that Dehua and Mingzheng were in love. He understood now: Ming was tormented by the idea of ​​duty, tormented by work, by melancholy, in order to destroy the trace of love.In his opinion, this matter is very unimportant, but Ming ruined his body because of it. Ming is now lying on the bed dying, which is also related to this matter.Renmin felt pity when he thought of this.He said bitterly: "Why do you have to be confused? Individual happiness does not necessarily conflict with collective happiness. Love is not a crime. In this regard, we cannot be very different from other people." That's all he can say.But he also understood that it was useless for him to repeat it like this, because it was too late now.He could not have imagined that a man could torture himself so far with the idea of ​​an unnecessary obligation.He shuts his mouth in pain, and looks at Peizhu again, who seems to be nodding. Ming sighed slightly, and said with a little relief: "I think so too." After a pause, he said in a lower voice: "Unfortunately, it's too late." There was a burst of pain on his face. spasm.Everyone watched his struggle with bated breath.Yet he was weakening second by second. "We've sacrificed one more victim." Min's voice sounded. "That's what we're paid for. We work peacefully and people use force against us." "Min, this is just the beginning. You can't bear it anymore?" Hui said distressedly. "Patience. How long do you have to endure?" Min asked irritably.He paused for a moment and continued: "I'm not afraid, but I'm not reconciled to being slaughtered piecemeal." "However, Rome's demise did not happen in a day," Renmin said solemnly. "Do you think we can destroy a power with our little power? I don't think so. We should redouble our efforts. No one can complain about the current disaster." He forgot that there was a time in the past when he also said that he could not bear it, and he also thought about changing the appearance of the whole society in one day. "Then how many sacrifices do we need to destroy a power?" Min suddenly asked Renmin this stern question.His two eyes looked at Renmin's serious face chasingly.There was still a scowl on his face, as if standing in front of him was his enemy. "Then from now to the bright future, how many corpses are needed to make floor mats? How many friends like Ming should we lose?" "Who knows. I'm not a prophet." Renmin shook his head and spread his hands.His voice was firm. Everyone looked at Min and Renmin, they didn't know what would happen between these two people.But they listened attentively to their questions and answers, for the two men were talking about the very problems that troubled their hearts. Min walked a few steps in the room irritably, stood in front of Renmin again, and said excitedly: "My blood screams every night. I know it's the blood of those friends. They are calling me. I Seeing many friends generously surrender their lives. They did not hesitate for their beliefs. I can no longer be a stingy person." "No one said you were mean," Hui interrupted, saying that she was very concerned about Min. "Then when will it be my turn to surrender my life?" Min asked distressedly with her face sideways.He is very excited.He pointed to Ming on the bed and said, "Why should it be his turn? He doesn't want to die. He just said that he didn't want to die." "It's all by chance. Maybe your rotation will arrive tomorrow, and maybe mine will arrive tomorrow." Hui whispered.She tried to smile nonchalantly, as if she cared little about her fate. "Don't you think waiting is scarier than any torture? I've been waiting for my shift very early. I'm going to find a good chance to give my life," Min said bitterly, stretching out one hand to scratch him vigorously s hair. "Min, don't say that," Renmin said gently in his firm voice. "Satisfied for a moment of pleasure, but the society must continue to exist. It needs brave people to work for it for a long time." "But others don't allow us to live and do our best for society. They will cut us up piecemeal. Peaceful work is useless. I can't wait to perish. I want to take up arms," ​​Min said excitedly, his eyes about to burst into flames He came, he looked at Renmin so sharply, trying to break Renmin's firm attitude, but it was useless. "Who's sitting around waiting to die? Don't you see what we've done here? We've done a good job. We don't need violence right now. Violence destroys us first," Ardan interjected. "No sacrifice is in vain, not a single drop of blood is shed in vain. The only weapon against violence is violence." Min walked in front of Yadan, looked at his long face frantically, and spat out these words forcefully. Hui smiled beside him, but there was distress in the smile.She looked at Min gently and said, "Min, be quiet, you are too excited." Bea came in and whispered, "It's a very exciting environment." Peizhu sat on the edge of the bed and pinched Ming's hand, she didn't speak at all these times, just listening to their argument quietly.She suddenly said in a voice that seemed to be calm: "We have no reason to sacrifice easily. Blood is precious, but sometimes it can blind people's eyes. It is a hero's job to give up your life freely. We seem to need more blood." ordinary people." "Peizhu is right. What we need more now are people who can work patiently and silently," Renmin continued. "You don't understand my mood, you don't understand at all," Min said stubbornly and distressedly, shaking her head. "Why don't you understand you? Isn't your trouble——" Hui was gently persuading Min, but Peizhu's distressed voice interrupted her.Peizhu stood up and said clearly, "There is one less person in us." Tears flowed down her cheeks. "Ming," Dehua called, and rushed over, leaning over the bed and crying sadly. "Remember he was killed," Min said frantically to Jen Min, "butchered piecemeal, as I said just now. They welcomed him that day and said he was a hero. Will mourn him later , said he was a martyr." He seemed a little mocking. "Why are you still saying these things? Our duty will come soon. No one can escape." Zhiyuan opened his mouth wide and let out a rough voice in distress. "He won't die, he will live among us forever," Hui continued, Ming's sad face seemed to appear in front of her eyes, and her eyes were wet. Everyone was silent, and they all turned their wet eyes to the bed.After a while, Bi walked over and woke up Xian who was crying at Ming's feet on the bed. She said, "Xian, don't cry. You go and call Ke right away. You go, we will do it sooner." A good thing." Xian stood in front of the bed in a daze, answering vaguely, and kept wiping his eyes. "I'll go. Hyun, you stay here." Min rushed, his voice full of pain.Without waiting for everyone to speak, he walked outside with big strides.