Chapter 7 2

Wang Xiaosong and Hao Mei lay on the windowsill of Hao Mei's house looking up at the sky. Pigeons fly in the sky.The whistle of the pigeon is far and near. The flocks of pigeons turned into leaflets all over the sky, falling like snowflakes one after another. Wang Xiaosong's face and Hao Mei's face looking up... When they came to the road, they all wore Red Guard armbands on their arms. Many faces looking up at the flyer. When the leaflets landed, people flocked to pick them up. Wang Xiaosong and Hao Mei also rushed to pick it up. hand throwing leaflets... trampled hand...

Wang Xiaosong and Hao Mei picked up a leaflet at the same time. Flyers were ripped.They looked at each other, both feeling embarrassed. They put the leaflets together and read them together. A group of people ran after a man, and they found Han Debao among the group... Wang Xiaosong shouted: "Han Debao! Han Debao!" Han Debao stopped, Wang Xiaosong took Hao Mei's hand and ran over, asking: "What's wrong with that man?" Han Debao said: "That's a painter..." He found that Wang Xiaosong and Hao Mei were still holding hands, and said teasingly: "You two A comrade in arms of the Red Guards, really petty bourgeoisie!"

Only then did the two realize that they were still holding hands, and immediately let go. Hao Mei said, "Fuck you! Don't talk nonsense." Wang Xiaosong explained: "I went to the city to read big-character posters, and I ran into her." Han Debao said: "Come on, don't explain. I only care about national affairs, and I don't care whether you met or not!" Hao Mei asked: "Those people, why are you chasing that painter?" "He drew a series of paintings - Sun Wukong, wearing the armband of the Red Guards, went to the west to get the revolutionary scriptures."

Wang Xiaosong said puzzledly: "It's nothing. Didn't Chairman Mao's two lines of poems be quoted everywhere—"Happy to Sun Dasheng today, only because the demon fog has come back again"?" "He also painted a Tathagata Buddha with a big belly, holding three volumes of the 'Red Treasure Book', and gave it to Monkey King with a smile—isn't this tantamount to openly and viciously smearing the great leader Chairman Mao?" The middle-aged painter was finally caught, and was walking back with his arms twisted, passing in front of their eyes... The painter defended himself impatiently and aggrievedly as he walked: "Comrades, comrades, revolutionary comrades, how dare I vilify the great leader Chairman Mao? Where do I have the guts! I sincerely support cultural The Great Revolution, supported all the revolutionary actions of the young Red Guards, so I rushed to paint overnight..."

A Red Guard who appeared to be a high school student slapped him: "Shut up! Who is gay with you? Who knows what you are?" They silently watched those people walk by... Han Debao said sympathetically: "This is the end for him. If he doesn't do it, he will become an active counter-revolutionary!" Hao Mei said, "Then you still follow?" "At that time, when the people around shouted to fight the current counter-revolutionaries, I didn't know why, so I followed them in a daze... Oops, I probably got my feet pierced!" Wang Xiaosong and Hao Mei looked down at his feet—it turned out that he was barefoot.

Wang Xiaosong asked, "Why are you barefoot? Where are your shoes?" Han Debao squatted down and pulled out something from his feet: "Hey, don't mention it. I was forced to take off the high-end sneakers I just bought. It is said that the rubber pattern on the sole can make a 'hair' when you take a step. Character……" Hao Mei took out a handkerchief, knelt down to bandage his feet, and said, "You still have such high revolutionary enthusiasm with bare feet. If you still wear those high-end sneakers, you can't jump into the clouds and shout 'rebellion is justified'!" ?”

Han Debao said: "The whole country is suspending classes, isn't it just to make us start a revolution! Have you heard that? This year's senior high school, the exam will be cancelled, and the performance in the Cultural Revolution should be the main focus..." Hao Mei asked with concern: "Really?" Wang Xiaosong suddenly pointed forward and said, "It's on fire over there!" A plume of smoke rises in the distance... Han Debao said: "That's burning shoes! Hundreds of pairs of shoes like mine have been taken off willingly or unwillingly! Collect them together and set them all on fire. It's a pity to make people look at them."

A tall, barefooted man walked by (he looked like he might be an athlete), saw that Han Debao was also barefooted, and gave him a wry smile (Han Debao smiled wryly back), the man had just smiled, and probably immediately realized his expression If it becomes a problem, immediately say: "Long live the Cultural Revolution!" Han Debao continued: "Long live, long live!" Witnessing this rather comic scene, Hao Mei held back her smile and asked Han Debao, "Why don't you wear the armband of the Red Guards when you go out?" Han Debao said: "I wore it, and I took it off and put it in my pocket. With bare feet, I'm afraid it will damage the image of our Red Guards..."

Hao Mei said: "Put it on quickly. If you don't wear it, what if someone thinks you look wrong and interrogates you as a 'black five'?" "Yes, yes. You are right..." Han Debao hurriedly took out the Red Guard armbands from his pocket, raised his arms, and asked Wang Xiaosong to wear them for him. The two watched Han Debao limping away while wearing the armband. Hao Mei said worriedly: "If the exam is really cancelled, I don't know if I will still be eligible to go to high school." Wang Xiaosong comforted her: "Don't think too much. Although you are not an authentic 'Red Five', you are a 'Red Peripheral'! As long as you can actively participate in sports, you will be fine."

Hao Mei said: "In our whole class, I am the only one who didn't post big-character posters for our teacher." "And me." "Shall we write a book together? Or should we be considered 'royalists', what do you think?" Wang Xiaosong said, "But, what are you writing?" Hao Mei thought for a while, and said: "I remember one time, the teacher said in the class meeting that the 'three good' students should put their studies first, so let's criticize her for instilling the 'white professional' thinking in the students, okay. no?"

"also……" Hao Mei said: "The nature of this problem is not too serious, right?" "But it's not okay to understate it too much! It's better not to write it. Isn't the newspaper and the radio talking about it every day, can't the big criticism of the revolution be understated?" "Yes. How about this? You draft and I copy." Hao Mei said, "I will definitely copy our big-character posters neatly. Don't you think my brush calligraphy is better than pen calligraphy?" Wang Xiaosong nodded. Hao Mei said: "You must be careful, don't put a big-character poster that pushes our teacher into a position of conflict between the enemy and ourselves." "Don't worry, I won't." Inadvertently, they stepped on a vertical slogan written on the ground with red paint - vow to carry the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution to the end! After the two found out, Wang Xiaosong grabbed Hao Mei and jumped away... Wang Xiaosong said: "No, someone is watching us, run!" He took Hao Mei's hand and ran away. Panting, they stopped at another intersection—Hao Mei closed her eyes, her chest heaved, and she leaned back, leaning against Wang Xiaosong's chest.And her head was thrown back, resting on Wang Xiaosong's shoulder—her lips almost touched Wang Xiaosong's cheek. Wang Xiaosong stood there unexpectedly. This situation will remind people of the situation in the Soviet film "Paul Korchagin", after the race between Paul and Tonya-there are big-character poster columns nearby, gunpowder-like slogans, and bursts of fire in the distance. The sound of slogans, the sound of criticism on the radio, the singing of "If there is a revolution, stand up, if there is no revolution, then fuck off"... The involuntary pure intimacy between them is so inconsistent with the surrounding time and space. Hao Mei said, "I can hardly breathe." Wang Xiaosong couldn't help wrapping his hands around Hao Mei's waist. Hao Mei said, "It would be great if I couldn't hear anything." As if to contradict her words, the broadcast sounded like a shout: "The former secretary of the district party committee, Zhang Ertai, has always followed the bourgeois reactionary line, and has long been opposed to Chairman Mao's proletarian revolutionary line. Today, he was finally pulled down by the broad masses of revolutionaries and arrested. Come out and parade in the streets!" Wang Xiaosong put his hands down from Hao Mei's waist.Hao Mei's body immediately detached from his chest. A "swimming vehicle" like an armored vehicle, covered by a quotation board and a placard on all sides, slowly appeared at the intersection of the street.The fighter in the car was wearing a tall hat, bent over, and hung a sign.They watched the car drive by. Wang Xiaosong noticed Hao Mei's expression was strange, and asked, "What's wrong with you?" "..." "You... someone you know?" Hao Mei said sharply: "That's Zhang Meng's father!...I often go to her house...I can't admit it wrong! Besides, it's clearly written on the sign...Her home is not far from here." "Then, let's go to her house to see her." Hao Mei nodded. A truck stopped at the intersection of Zhang Meng's house, and people wearing armbands were moving things out of her house. Wang Xiaosong and Hao Mei were hidden among the onlookers, not daring to step forward rashly... Those people loaded things into the car and got into the car.After the car drove away, people gradually dispersed. Wang Xiaosong said softly to Hao Mei: "Take off the armbands, and don't let people who see us regard us as sympathizers among the Red Guards." The two took off their armbands, put them in their pockets, and quickly ran into Zhang Meng's house. A searched mess. Several rooms were sealed, and only one door was not sealed. They walked over gently, Hao Mei stepped on something, nearly slipped, but was fortunately supported by Wang Xiaosong—a goldfish was under her feet. Wang Xiaosong pushed the fish away with his toes. Christian Haomei was uneasy like a law: "Oh! It was trampled to death by me." "It's already dead!" Zhang Meng appeared outside the unsealed door, that is, the door of her small room.Her words were cold, and so was her expression. Only then did the two realize that there was not just one goldfish on the ground, but several more.Some are still moving their cheeks.Shards of glass from a fish tank. Zhang Meng said: "They said——Your family also has two tanks of goldfish. They picked up the fish tanks and broke them." Hao Mei knelt down, picked up a live goldfish from the ground, and looked at Zhang Meng: "This one is still alive. Find something that can hold water and save its life!" Zhang Meng said, "Who is kind to me?" Hao Mei held the goldfish in her hand, looked around, saw that there was still half a basin of water in the washbasin, and put the goldfish into the washbasin. Zhang Meng said: "The pot was mixed with potion. My uncle is abroad. They suspected that my father had a foreign connection and soaked letters in the water in the pot." The fish writhing in the basin seems to be more painful than being dry on the ground.Hao Mei couldn't bear it and immediately turned her face away. Wang Xiaosong squatted down to pick up the broken glass on the ground. Zhang Meng said: "Don't pick it up. Maybe a group of people will come in a while, and I'll prick their feet!" There was a weird sneer on her face. The broken glass fell from Wang Xiaosong's hands to the ground again - he stood slowly, looking at Zhang Meng, not knowing what to say for a while. Hao Mei asked, "Where's your mother?" "She is also being criticized by the Women's Federation." Hao Mei couldn't help but look at Wang Xiaosong. Zhang Meng asked coldly: "What are you doing here?" "We saw in the street..." Wang Xiaosong quickly stopped him: "Stop talking..." Zhang Meng said: "Tell me, did you see what happened to You Dou's father? From now on, nothing can shock me." Hao Mei said: "Zhang Meng, come and stay at my house for a few days first! My parents have always liked you very much and will never discriminate against you." "Your parents used to like me, maybe it's because I used to be the daughter of the district committee secretary, but now I'm the daughter of a 'capitalist roader'." Hao Mei couldn't help being speechless when her kindness was rejected. Wang Xiaosong said unfairly: "Zhang Meng, how do you slander her good intentions? It's too...too..." Zhang Meng said: "Too unkind, too unkind, too ignorant, too unfair, isn't it? But what is justice?" She shifted her gaze to Hao Mei, "Do you know? One, in terms of urban construction, reuse your father, an engineer from the bourgeoisie. Maybe tomorrow your father will be my father's companion." They looked at each other. Tears welled up in Hao Mei's eyes, she turned around and ran out. Wang Xiaosong stared at Zhang Meng condemningly: "You!" Zhang Meng picked up the photo album from the ground, flipped through it and said, "They ordered me to draw a line with my father as soon as possible. I answered them—go to hell with them!" She said, holding the photo album in her hand, and walked up to Wang Xiaosong. "So they ripped off my Red Guard armband." Only then did Wang Xiaosong realize that her sleeves were torn, but the pins were still on the sleeves. Zhang Meng looked down at Wang Xiaosong's pocket—a part of his Red Guard armband was outside the pocket... Zhang Meng said: "But you, respected young Red Guard general, why don't you wear the armband on your arm, but put it in your pocket?" She slowly pulled out his armband with one hand, and pinched it with two fingers. , "Afraid of causing my jealousy, are you?" Wang Xiaosong snatched back the armband angrily. Zhang Meng suddenly became angry, and raised the photo album with both hands to hit Wang Xiaosong: "Get out! Get out! I don't need your sympathy at all! Get out!" Wang Xiaosong escaped from Zhang Meng's house with his head protected. Zhang Meng's crying came from her home. Wang Xiaosong caught up with Hao Mei.He said: "Don't be angry with Zhang Meng. I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt you. She is usually friendly to you, but she is very proud in front of other classmates. How can she accept it all at once? How about this reality?" Hao Mei was speechless and just walked quickly. Wang Xiaosong said: "You asked me to accompany you to the city to read the big-character posters. The street is quite chaotic, so I have to send you home to be at ease, huh?" Hao Mei was still speechless, but it was obvious that she agreed. When we got home, Hao Mei knocked on the door. Hao Mei's mother's voice: "Who is it?" "Mom, it's me." The door was not opened, but still only the mother's voice could be heard: "Xiaomei, is it just you?" Wang Xiaosong said: "Auntie, and me, Wang Xiaosong." "Just you two?" "Just the two of us, Mom, please open the door!" The mother was nowhere to be seen, and the door was only half-opened—then it closed again as soon as they entered. The smoke wafting from the kitchen made Hao Mei choke and cough as soon as she entered—and her mother wore a mask around her neck. Hao Mei asked, "Mom, what are you doing?" Mother blocked the kitchen door with her body, and said in disguise: "The rice is burnt. Come in quickly." Wang Xiaosong wanted to change his shoes at the door of the living room.This is his habit of coming to her house. His mother pushed him into the living room: "Don't change it, it's the Cultural Revolution, why change shoes!" living room. The bookshelves are almost empty—only a few "Selected Works of Mao" and thick books on architectural design stand alone on the shelves. Wang Xiaosong and Hao Mei looked at each other. Hao Mei asked uneasily, "Mom, has anyone been here before?" Mother's voice came from the kitchen: "No, no one." "Then... where are the books?" Mother's voice: "The ones that should be kept, aren't they still there? The extra ones, I'm fine today, I'll take care of them for your father." Hao Mei hurriedly turned around and rushed into the kitchen - the books that hadn't been "processed" in time were still piled on the kitchen floor, and her mother was squatting by the stove, continuing to stuff books into the fire. Hao Mei was rummaging through the pile of books—"The Complete Works of Shakespeare", "Selected Greek Tragedy", "Selected Russian Novels", "Selected Love Poems", "Selected May Fourth Novels", "Selected Chinese Classical Novels"... Hao Mei cried: "Mom, Mom, what are you doing! It's all burned, what am I going to see in the future!" My mother said: "Keep your voice down, so that outsiders can hear! Burn it, and your heart will be clean, and you won't get into trouble because of these books." Hao Mei was picking among the piles of books, picking up this one, but she was reluctant to part with that one. She sat on the pile of books, like a hen spreading her wings to protect her chicks, protecting the pile of books, crying and watching. Mother. The mother said sternly: "Don't cry, get up! You are no longer a child, you should be sensible!" Wang Xiaosong pulled Hao Mei to her feet: "Listen to your mother, just burn it." Hao Mei picked up two copies and hugged them to her chest, and said tearfully, "Mom, just let me keep these two copies, please!" Mother struggled to snatch the two books from Hao Mei's hands-one was and the other was. She hesitated and returned it to her daughter: "This is okay, but you are not allowed to lend it to outsiders!" But she tore it and threw it into the fire. Hao Mei pressed the one book she was allowed to leave on her chest, and rushed out of the kitchen crying into her small room. Wang Xiaosong wanted to go with him to comfort him, but was held back by Hao's mother. Mother Hao said, "Xiao Song, Auntie has something to tell you." Wang Xiaosong re-enters the living room with Hao Mei's mother.Sitting on one sofa, she pointed to the other sofa and said to him, "Please sit down." The word "please" made Wang Xiaosong's expression extremely solemn, and he sat down slowly, but he only sat on the edge of the sofa. Hao Mei's mother said with great confidence: "Xiao Song, in fact, Xiao Mei's father has already been quarantined and inspected today. He was asked to confess to Secretary Zhang of the district committee. Her father's personality... I think... ...will not satisfy the other party. There is nothing wrong with Xiaomei, except that she has been a bit spoiled since she was a child. Because your mother has seen her for several years, you are the only boy she has ever dated. Her father is from a bourgeois background. Because she is very popular in the class and at school, and you and Wu Zhenqing are protecting her. She is not qualified to be a red guard, but she wears the armband. Our family has no relatives in this city. No more. What if me and her father..." She said sadly, turned her face to the side, and wept. Hao Mei quietly appeared. Mother Hao said, "Xiaomei, come here." Hao Mei walked up to her mother and knelt down: "Mom, my father will have no problems, right?" "Don't worry. Your father has no problems." The mother stroked her daughter's head, "You have been self-willed since you were a child. You really should have an older brother to take care of you... Do you want to have an older brother?" Hao Mei glanced at Wang Xiaosong, bowed her head and remained silent. "speak!" Hao Mei said with difficulty: "Mom..." Mother said: "If you want to, mother testifies, you can call Xiao Song brother." Hao Mei looked back at Wang Xiaosong, unable to speak out. "What's the point of being shy? Call me." Wang Xiaosong said: "Auntie, don't embarrass her... I... and my mother... We will definitely, we will care about her as much as you do." Hao Mei and Wang Xiaosong looked at each other.
Wang Xiaosong walked and read the big-character posters between the "walls".A big-character poster with only a few lines of "Dragon Flying Snake Dancing" in calligraphy caught his attention - "Yang Yufen, why do you often spray yourself with perfume? You are ordered to answer! Answer! Must answer!!!" The signature is - the revolutionary student Tsui Hark. Tsui Hark clearly left half a page blank for the "ordered" teacher. The teacher named Yang Yufen also understood what it meant, and wrote in beautiful small letters on the blank half-page-"I am ashamed. Because I have underarm odor. Out of consideration for my classmates, I have to shave my body before class. Spray some perfume. Long live the victory of the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution - Yang Yufen." This big-character poster has horizontal lines and vertical lines, red, blue, and black, and lines of pencil writing, pen writing, and red and blue pencil writing. Wang Xiaosong stopped and took a closer look: "There are good reasons and excuses." "The smell of armpit odor is not terrible to us revolutionary students. The smell of perfume you bring into the classroom is really terrible to us!" "Refuted Great!" "This big-character poster is sensational!" "Be careful, don't pour cold water on it, and be careful to stand on the opposite side of the movement!" "We must always grasp the general direction of the movement and oppose making big fuss about minor issues!" "Small is small You have to argue clearly!" ... A hand clapped on Wang Xiaosong's shoulder - when he turned around, he saw it was Tsui Hark. Tsui Hark handed the pen to him: "Add a few lines, please support me!" Wang Xiaosong reproached in a low voice, "You don't have anything else to write? How can you, Teacher Yang, have the face to stand on the podium and give lessons to students?" Tsui Hark was still pestering him, and forced a pen into his hand: "It's okay to write your opinion on it! I hope my big-character poster will break a record, and there will be a hundred controversial opinions!" Wang Xiaosong pushed him away angrily: "Hmph, I think it's really boring for you to be a sensationalist!" Tsui Hark was furious: "Stop, who are you calling sensationalism? Who are you calling boring?" Looking him up and down, "You have skills! How skilled you are! You and Hao Mei swept away our teacher with a big-character poster. I went with ghosts and monsters! At least my big-character posters won’t beat people to death with a stick!” After Xu Hark finished speaking, he left angrily. Wang Xiaosong stayed open on the spot.It never occurred to them that the big-character poster drafted by him and copied by Hao Mei really knocked down their head teacher. Wang Xiaosong walked down the stairs sullenly. He walked out into the hallway. His homeroom teacher just came out of the toilet with a bucket in one hand and a broom in the other—a piece of white tape was pasted on the upper left of his clothes, with the word “Zijiao” written on it—a “teacher who follows the bourgeois education line.” abbreviation. Wang Xiaosong said sincerely and guiltily: "Teacher...I..." He wanted to explain something to the teacher. Unexpectedly, the teacher immediately stepped aside in fear and trepidation, not only stood there, but also bent down deeply, saying repeatedly: "I'm guilty, I deserve to die, I'm guilty, I deserve to die..." Wang Xiaosong felt ashamed, looked at the teacher and opened his mouth, but said nothing. He lowered his head and ran past the teacher. Behind the teaching building, he squatted down slowly with his back against the stairs. Wow... A piece of glass on the third floor shattered from the inside. "Want to fight! Don't fight!" "Good people deserve it for beating bad people!" Another piece of glass shattered... Wang Xiaosong dodged and looked up.

Singing voices fluttered from the third floor.