Chapter 10 chapter Ten

Next, the woman is about to appear.Before and after her appearance, I had two consecutive "puberty" attacks. Let’s say that two young revolutionary generals, two men and two women, escorted me to the Beijing Railway Station at dawn. One man and one woman went to the box office with a proof of labor, and the ticket was issued within a short while.The four of them worked tirelessly to personally escort me onto the train.When we walked into the tunnel, there were no passengers, and the brightly lit tunnel was empty and filled with a different kind of gloom.I walked in front, and the teenagers walked behind me.In the middle of the journey, I heard the four young generals crowing and cuckooing to discuss something, followed by the sound of ding ding ding ding ding-duo disarming their belts.I thought that one of the few little guys was going to make a prank in this deserted tunnel.At that time, when I saw any strange movements of people, I always associated them with people wanting to defecate, probably because I watched too much about people defecating.Unexpectedly, before I understood it, my hind leg was slapped violently by the belt, and the pain caused my calf to go numb immediately after I staggered.

Sudden attack of my "adolescent" burst, I spun around and was as agile as a leopard.At this time, a young general was holding the belt in the air, two young generals were eager to try, and one untied the belt with his hands and feet.When the belt held in mid-air was about to reach my head, I grabbed the belt and twisted it, and the belt was in my hand in the blink of an eye.I sneered and said: "Man, if you want to talk about beating, I can knock you four together with one hand! Do you believe it or not? Do you know who I am? I am a counter-revolutionary, and I am against you revolutionaries! If you don't believe me, we Just try it here."

The young generals saw that I also had a belt in my hand and was more proficient in using it than them, and the four of them cheated in unison: "Who hits you who hits you ２You're 'yay'! You see who hits you You see who hits you! You've got eyes on the back of your head You've got eyes on the back of your head ? You "Ya Ting" go well and you don't talk nonsense! "Ya Ting" go well and don't move!" It really saddens me that the revolution has bred such offspring, who are weak even with strong words, and who have no courage to take back their belts when they have been robbed of them.They asked me to leave but didn't allow me to move. I was also at a loss as to how the term "yating" should be interpreted.The oldest of these four teenagers is no more than eighteen years old, and the youngest is fourteen years old at most. A little girl is also very handsome, with two pigtails tied in random, which makes her look more childish and cute.Seeing me staring at her, she immediately averted her gaze, sucking in her small mouth as if she was about to say something justified.If I look at her face, I can forget it, but if I don't look at her face, I can only forget it.I say:

"I'll leave mine well, and you will leave yours well. This way everyone will be fine, and no one will hurt anyone. Do you know why I was labeled a counter-revolutionary? Just because I injured eight babies as old as you alone .I'm in a hurry to get on the train today. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore.Let's go The four young revolutionary generals followed me out of the tunnel entrance dejectedly, crying and cooing in secret as they walked.When I got to the platform where there were people, I handed back the belt to the teenager who whipped me, as if nothing happened.At this time, the gates were opened, and passengers crowded into each compartment as if fleeing in imminent disaster.I was the first one to arrive, and of course there were seats for me to choose, so I found a seat by the window and sat down.The strange thing is that the teenagers still didn't leave, and they sat scattered in the seats behind me, as if they were also preparing for a long journey.When the carriage was full of people sitting and standing, and some people climbed onto the luggage rack to lie down, the four teenagers suddenly gathered together and shouted "Start!" Stepping on her seat, she waved the "Baby Red Book" high and shouted crisply:

"Travelers, comrades, pay attention! Let's learn a quote from Chairman Mao: 'Anything that is reactionary will not fall if you don't beat it. It's the same as sweeping the floor. The broom doesn't reach it, and the dust doesn't as usual. Run away by yourself'; 'Revolution is not about entertaining guests, making articles, or painting and embroidering. It cannot be so elegant, calm, polite, gentle, courteous and modest. Revolution is a riot, a violent action in which a class overthrows a class'. You see this Any bad guys?" She condescendingly poked my head a few times with a childish finger on my back, "You all look at the ugly face of this villain, this villain is an out-and-out counter-revolutionary! He is very vicious! He One person killed eight innocent revolutionary masses! A few days ago, he secretly fled to the great capital in an attempt to sabotage our great proletarian cultural revolution. Fortunately, he was caught by the revolutionary masses in time, preventing his plot from succeeding. Today We all want to take him back to where he came from and tell him to suffer the punishment he deserves. The revolutionary masses must be vigilant, everyone has the right to supervise and criticize him! Everyone must keep their eyes open to prevent him from attracting the masses again on the train , plotting to disrupt the normal order of our Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution. Did you hear me clearly?"

I can't tell that this pretty little girl is really eloquent and can make up stories.She said this several times, especially focusing on the fact that I killed eight people.When I started reading Chairman Mao’s quotations, there was a commotion in the carriage, and few people paid attention to it, but when I heard that I killed eight people by myself, all the more than 200 people in the carriage suddenly became silent, and all stared at me in surprise. People in the distance also imitated her I stepped on the seat and stretched out my long neck, trying to see how ugly my mouth is, and at the same time let out a panic comment of "Yah oh oh oh".After the little girl finished announcing, the young generals chanted a few more slogans in unison, such as "carry out the great proletarian cultural revolution to the end" and "long live Chairman Mao" before striding away with their heads held high.The empty seats they left immediately caused a fight, and the revolutionary masses cursed each other again.

After the train started, the compartment finally returned to normal, and I became the topic of discussion among the passengers during the journey.Some said to listen to those "little breaths"!If he had killed eight people, he would have been shot long ago, and he still swaggered on the train alone?Some said that "Xiao Huizi" was wearing a red armband, and what she said always had a background, and she would not wrong a good person for no reason, and you didn't dare to fart until you saw this guy.Some said it's better to stay away from him. If you didn't see his face turned livid, maybe he would commit violence again at any time.Some advocated telling the conductor that the presence of such a dangerous fellow in the carriage who had killed eight people was a disaster to everyone.So people complained about the young revolutionary again, and agreed that they should inform the conductor instead of shifting the responsibility of guarding to the passengers. Who would be responsible if something goes wrong?A woman sitting next to me quietly changed seats with the man she was traveling with. The man had nowhere to go, so he sat next to me with half of his butt in fear, and didn't even dare to look at me along the way.

I was angry, ridiculous, and pathetic. I didn't expect the "little thinkers" to come up with such a trick. If they couldn't sneak attack, they would trample me in the public, making me helpless to them.Can I stand up and say in my own defense that I am a poet?Poets are equally dangerous villains.Can I say that those "little thinkers" are lying?The young generals are all wearing military uniforms and red armbands, which is a symbol of special power and has an absolute advantage in politics.People guessed right, there is no reason at all, I am at least a "reform through labor prisoner", no matter how I explain it, it is tantamount to farting.

But I have more to think about, and that is my mother.When I think of her old man, I will let people talk about it. I think at this time she should know that I have left Beijing. Later, every time I went to Beijing, I couldn’t help but think of "Xiao Xizi". There were many young people like this on the streets of the capital at that time. Some activities of arresting and detaining people.They are also in their forties now, and they have matured into the main force of our society.Do they also think "youth has no regrets" now?Did they feel like I did that the sun was brighter then than it is now?That revolutionary era may be the most beautiful period in their lives and also their "adolescence". What kind of impact will such "adolescence" leave on them throughout their lives?During the "Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution" since they were young, they learned to be domineering and show off their power, relying on their numbers to use conspiracy against the strong, and learned to fabricate lies without changing face or heartbeat. The greatest skill is to use fashionable Language is demagogic.In the new era, these "loyalty" and "Small Foot Detective Team" suddenly disappeared. Could it be that they really disappeared in the world? How would they feel about the transformation of Chinese society?

Of course, I didn't think so much at that time, but secretly regretted that returning to Beijing this time had caused a lot of trouble for my mother. The longing from afar was still a kind of comfort, and seeing each other only added to the sadness.I made up my mind to apply for an earthen house at the farm, and bring my mother to raise her favorite ducks, and to hold a kitten.Now that I can ask for family leave, the little "head" who winks his eyes will help me realize this ideal. Although I was humiliated for no reason in a crowd of people, and let a little girl poke her head with her finger, but I am no longer afraid to check the ticket when I return from Beijing.When the teenagers left the carriage, they didn't forget to throw the ticket on my face, so that I could sit at my destination without interruption.But when I set off in the early morning, I didn't even take a sip of water. At noon, the conductor pushed the trolley to sell boxed lunches, and I realized that I couldn't even get a steel lake out of my body.When it was time for dinner, the coveted trolley came again, and I had no choice but to watch the passengers eat hungrily from my seat.Leaving without saying goodbye to my mother plus being beaten, insulted, and suspected.Surveilled and starved, all kinds of torture were repeated, how can I use the word "pain" to express it!I think, if fate is to test me, all kinds of tests should reach the limit. Is life going to cast me into a real person, or is it deliberately joking with me to knead me into a ball of waste?I really want to look up to the sky and cry like Jesus on the cross:

"God, why did you abandon me?" I sat upright in my seat, unable to sleep, staring out the window without blinking.All the scenery is flying in front of my eyes, I don't know where the world is going in a hurry.But the train still had a definite destination after all, and I alone had little or no future at all.I feel that there is an external force that empties me, life has left the body, and only the vision is the whole world.But this world suddenly darkened at some point, and I saw my ugly face suddenly reflected on the car window, and there were clusters of yellow lights.In order to avoid my own ugly face, I turned my eyes back to the car, only to realize that it was night. At this time, I felt something under the small table in front of me gently touch my knee intentionally, and only then did I see that the young woman who had been sitting opposite me had a pair of big eyes.Those eyes are like a gentle lake, which strongly attracts me to jump in. The depth of the lake is my best refuge and resting place; the biggest feature of these eyes is that they do not belong to this world.It is the same as the mother's eyes but got a little twisted, that twisted.Mud makes me feel equal between her and me; her kindness to me is another kind, her care is another kind of care.I was so taken aback by this alien look that I reached under the table to touch what touched me without any hints from her.It turned out that she handed me a round bread wrapped in plastic paper under the cover of the small table. Her eyes encouraged me to eat.She is different from my mother, she wants to watch me eat with all my heart and soul.As I ate, her eyes became brighter and brighter as I ate.Under the comfort of her soft and bright eyes, I have never eaten so satisfied and happy. Later, I traveled all over the world and ate all over the world, but never once did I eat more satisfied and happy than her buns.Such blissful eating can only happen once in a person's life.After I finished eating, I straightened my waist and straightened my chest and sat upright like a clock. The life that was emptied returned and my body became stronger.Then she smiled at me, Raul, and the world suddenly became beautiful, and it was worth living in such a beautiful world.Her dimple made my "puberty" explode, and once again I felt that gas surge in me and make a certain part swell, and for the first time I wanted to have a "couple life" with a woman, she, regardless of " How boring is the "married life"? I will always live the "married life" with her every day and night! But my eating woke up the timid man next to me.The man dared to look at me for the first time and immediately raised his revolutionary vigilance.Although he was motionless, I had already noticed that he was watching me closely.Those who are willing to monitor and expose people are born with a mouse look, and their eyes are its whiskers exploring the movement. I can feel its whiskers constantly sweeping back and forth on my face.I know that he dare not touch a person who has killed eight people, but he will scream in public like those young generals.I can't even express my gratitude to her with my eyes. Doing so may involve her being scolded or suspected.So after I finished eating the bread, I carefully folded the plastic paper wrapping the bread into neat small squares, and put it in my breast pocket like it was a precious letter.Her affectionate eyes have been watching the whole process of my movements. When I put it in the pocket and stroked it, she lowered her head shyly as if I was touching her, and only I could feel her head nodding slightly. fly!fly!fly!Nothing can stop me!I keep going up!up!up!With her smile and her bread, I'm going to rise above the world and embrace it! "Get out of the water and see the mud on the legs", let's wait and see! man!I pity you!