Chapter 3 three

When my brother burned the stamps, I cursed "fuck" and thought he didn't hear it, but he really heard it, and later rewarded me with a set of real tussah silk men's military uniforms. I rolled up my sleeves and trouser legs, and wandered around inside the clothes. Put on the widest armed belt, and wrap the belt twice around the waist. chest up. Bai "Huili" is like two big boats. Braids were placed on both sides of the head, and a military cap covered the eyes. In the pockets are monthly passes, small change, handkerchiefs, quotations, notebooks, and fruit leather.

On the chest is a badge the size of an alarm clock. To dance the "rebel dance" is to move generously, with hands on hips and feet at the beginning and vigorously shaking in accordance with the rhythm. Walking on the street without looking sideways, only looking at the big-character posters. Belly full of revolutionary news. Walk and run. Take a big breath. Smiling. Is it enough? Go sign up again. However, it was too late. There was a hero who had hundreds of times more swear words than me in school. He wrote a big-character poster criticizing the teacher. From the beginning to the end, there were 400 swear words in the two big-character newspapers, and none of them were repeated.People watching the big-character poster blocked the road leading to the playground. The "August 18th" people studied it from a distance with binoculars, and finally came to the conclusion: only this kind of hero is worthy of being the "August 18th" Red Guards.

I don't know what his name is, but he is a hero, dragging two big noses to accept the eyes of everyone at the school gate. I forget it, I have to go home.To be honest, I don't admire him, he doesn't even wipe his nose, I just want to go home. Passing by him, he suddenly said to me, "Hey, do you want to be a fucking Red Guard?" "?" I was speechless. "I want to set up an organization by myself, and I will be the fucking commander. I won't be his grandma's follower on August 18." He sucked the left nostril, the left snot was sucked in, and the right snot The flow is longer.

"Okay... ah..." I looked at his snot hesitantly.I don't really want to "make revolution" with him, but red armbands are indeed attractive. "Do you have money?" He asked me directly, just like boys used to ask me when I was in kindergarten or elementary school: "Do you have candy?" I always have, this will ask again.I took out the five yuan I was going to buy a monthly pass. "So much!" He took it all at once: "Now you can print a lot of fucking armbands, you can also buy a lot of fucking documents, and you can even engrave a fucking official seal of our organization and put a fucking hat on it!"

"But at that time, you gave me two yuan to buy the monthly pass, and I will give you the rest." "Why the hell does Hippy care about two dollars for the revolution? Go home and ask your old man and lady for another two dollars! I'll let you be the fucking deputy commander!" "Deputy Commander?!" I forgot his snot. "Let's go, let's engrave the seal, tomorrow we will start fucking recruiting Red Guards!" He finally wiped his nose with his hand. I exchanged a dirty word for my brother's military uniform, and five yuan for the title of "Red Guard" and "Deputy Commander".

Big Snot is actually a genius. He used my five dollars to buy everything that should be bought. He also pried open the door of a suite in the teaching building, moved in tables, chairs, bookshelves and beds, swept the floor, sprinkled water, wiped the glass, and put up large advertisements for recruiting soldiers. .Within two days, we became a large organization and recruited a teacher. He applied to be a "political commissar" as soon as he arrived, on the grounds that he knew more characters than us. The political commissar can talk a lot more than the big snot, the big snot can only swear, and when the political commissar speaks, saliva gathers in two piles on the left and right corners of the mouth.

Within two days of our organization being established, we received a task: to take care of a "landlord wife" who was about to be "sent back to her hometown". When we "accepted" her, we were having lunch at "Tianheshun Restaurant". The rebel old ladies from the "Street Family Committee" and the police station escorted him to "Tianheshun" to find us.They explained a hundred or so sentences to the snotty commander and the political commissar, and then let the "landlord wife" sit near us and cough, while they went to snap up Chinese cabbages stored for the winter.

The Landlady sat near our dinner table coughing nonstop, then took a lidded jar from her broken basket, opened the lid, and spit into it.It made me feel like I was eating phlegm, so I had to stop looking up. "Did you hear that my little brother used to give change to an old lady who picked up rags every day when he went to school?" Everyone began to discuss. "real?" "That's her." "Little brother doesn't know that she is a landlord?" "He thought he was learning from Lei Feng to do good deeds." "She's a working people. A junk picker."

"She used to be a landlord. The kind of landlord who killed Liu Wenxue." "Hey, I can't figure it out. If one day you suddenly find out that your old K is a landlord—" "That was horrible! I had to kill myself!" "Is it necessary to draw a line?" "The question is how to die without pain?" "It hurts no matter what." "What about sleeping pills?" "It is said that I feel like vomiting after eating, and I feel very sick." "Should find a book to read." "Go home and ask my mother, my mother is a doctor."

"Why are you talking about this? Why do you want to die if you have nothing to do!" "Are you ready? Always be ready..." Xiao Ting sang with a smile. "Evening", the political commissar knocked on the table to speak, his glasses were sweating from eating. "There must be someone on duty at night, and someone will escort her to the station tomorrow. During this process, we must prevent class enemies from destroying our plan, and we must also be wary of her engaging in class revenge or escaping." "Where is she so fucking sick to escape to take revenge on whom?" The big snot sniffed.

The political commissar glared at him: "The first team is on duty tonight, and the second team will escort them tomorrow." "The person on duty at night has to go home to get the quilt?" "Take the quilt and bring the quotations." The government commissioned the glasses. "Why do you bring the fucking quotations?" Big Snot asked while drinking soup. "Without the supreme directive, can we unify our thinking, unify our fighting spirit, and be invincible?" The political commissar suddenly increased his tone, and sprayed all the saliva and the rice that was not swallowed cleanly on our dining table. He didn't take the jar to continue either. "We must...stand firm...to defeat those who oppose the...line!" The Commissar paused as if waiting for an applause. The "landlord woman" suddenly coughed "cough cough cough" "cough cough cough cough" non-stop, we all looked at her, she finally "stuck" spit a mouthful of phlegm in the jar, ended the "cough", humming softly pant. "You have to be honest, don't talk nonsense!" The political commissar gave the "landlord's wife" a look, then gave a snotty look, and went to line up for his old lady to buy Chinese cabbage. The "landlord woman" hummed and nodded. The political commissar left early, but she was still nodding. "You are too courageous, how dare you say fucking quotations?" "Did I say it? Didn't I fucking say the fucking quotes?" Big Snot sniffed while drinking the soup, not knowing whether it was snot or soup that came out. "-Haha brown back is delicious." Xiao Ting stuffed two steamed buns into his mouth and kept silent. As soon as he spoke, steamed stuffed buns popped out of his mouth. "What did you say?" Everyone stared at her until she gasped for breath and showed her black teeth after she finished chewing and swallowing the buns in her mouth, and then heard her say: "You fucking talked a lot, the face of the political commissar is like a footcloth when you are so angry!" ." "Go to the fucking Nine, we can knock him down in no time." "Come on, none of us can reach it, and anyone can knock us down." The one who spoke was Wazi. Since she was ridiculed and cried in public for wanting to be the ambassador's wife, she swore to be a dung collector, and now she is Want to be a ballet dancer, wear a pair of exercise shoes all year round.She had finished eating and was taking off her shoes to adjust a tangle of rotten wool stuffed in the toe area, which kept her toes from hurting when she walked on tiptoe.All she cares about now is how to walk on tiptoe. No one knew why she said that, so no one picked up the conversation. The radio vans on the street came and went.Our ears go up and down and up and down.People are walking around. The "landlord wife" is still nodding. Go home and hug the quilt. "If you jump into the well, you will be in a panic before you drown." We were on duty at night and we were still discussing how to commit suicide without pain. The "landlord wife" was locked in a hut across the corridor. "But if you inhale the water, you will die immediately." "If you can swim you will never be able to absorb water." "That's even more terrifying. You can't get up and you can't die." "Oh! It's so hard." "Do you still remember the story of the Communist Party member I told in class? If I was caught, I would rather commit suicide than be tortured." "I don't understand why people commit suicide?" "If you don't commit suicide, you will suffer more." "The teacher said that sometimes you have to commit suicide in order to keep it secret." "Better than being beaten." "It's scary, though." "My mother and the others used to take lessons on how to kill themselves, in order to make them underground." "I want to take this class too." "what?" "I always talk about suicide. If one day I need it, I don't know what to do. If I can't kill myself at that time, I will be punished for nothing." "What about hanging?" "Maybe soon?" "Come on, the kids in our yard always like to hang themselves by hanging themselves. They put the rope around their chins and kick off the chair. The hoop just slipped from his chin to his neck, and he really nearly hanged! Thankfully he put his foot on the heater next to him and he was all right." "That kind of death, after death, the eyeballs protrude and the tongue sticks out, like a ghost." "My grandma said it was suffocating, and it must have been very uncomfortable before death." "I don't want to be like that when I die." "Take sleeping pills." "I heard that you will vomit if you eat it, and if you put it in your mouth one by one, wouldn't you be more afraid if you put it in?" "But it's the quietest, and it's not ugly." "I think the pistol is faster, just grab it with a bang and you're done." "What if you can't make it right?" "······" "Let me tell you a fucking story." The big-nosed monkey was wrapped in cotton and sat on the ground with its back against the heater. "There used to be a guy who broke the fucking law, and the judge gave him the fucking death sentence. Instead of killing him, he had to fucking drain his blood, so he fucked a few people and put his Eyes are fucking covered first, then stick a needle into a fucking vein and draw the fucking blood out, there's a bucket at the end, let him listen to his fucking blood flowing from the fucking needle to him In the fucking bucket, he'll just have to fucking listen, tick, tick, tick..." "Ouch!" The girls shrank under the quilt in fright. "Don't make trouble!" the boys shouted from the opposite side.This is a big classroom, half of which is occupied by male and female students, with tables and chairs forming a wall in the middle. "He just kept listening. At the beginning, the blood fucking fell into the bucket, and then it became a fucking tick. When it was all, it proved that it was empty. When it was ticking, it was empty." Doesn’t it mean that the barrel is full? The more he listens, the paler his face becomes, and finally his body turns cold. After doing it, his grandma will fart. Wait until he fucking dies to look at the barrel, It's all fucking water, no blood at all!" "why?" "He was frightened to death. The judge covered his eyes on purpose to let him listen. He thought it was his blood, silly hat! In fact, the judge asked someone to drip water into the bucket, and the needle didn't exist at all. Drawing his fucking blood, it's called fucking psychology." "Ah---" "I want to go to the toilet, but I dare not go." Xiao Ting said. "About toilets, have you heard the stories about public toilets?" Someone started again. "Please, don't talk about it now." Xiao Ting said. "You have to go to the toilet, there is a grimace that will smile at you!" "Oh!" Xiao Ting pulled the cotton monkey's hat over his head. "It is said that one day, a woman went to the public restroom..." I also want to go to the bathroom, so I took Xiaoting's hand and ran out of the classroom quickly, so as not to listen again. The window of the toilet is always open, the cold air pours in, and the light bulbs flicker on and off. After squatting down, stories about the big black hand come to my mind.The story said that the big black hands often protruded from behind the toilet tank. We talked loudly, never daring to stop in the toilet, and ran out with our trousers in hand, tying them while walking in the corridor. Passing by the "landlord's wife" room, the lights inside were dark, there was no sound, and a lock was hung on the outside door. In order to protect the property of the commune, Liu Wenxue...pepper?Or sweet potato? ...Killed by the landlord...how did he do it? Huh---, a gust of cold wind came in from the toilet window and chased us behind our buttocks.Both of us shivered and pushed open the door of the classroom, got in, and quickly shut the possibility of being killed. "As a result, all the women who went to the public toilet were killed in the latrine." The story in the classroom just ended. "Have you heard the story of cannibalism?" Another one is about to start. Nobody kills us, we kill ourselves. "Turn off the lights and talk about it!" "No, open!" "There was a man who got up at night to swim, and woke up in the morning with blood all over his mouth." "I know, he ate dead human flesh at night!" "Is there blood after death?" "Fresh." "Is human meat delicious?" "I heard it's sour." "Look!" I screamed suddenly, "Someone is laughing at us outside the window!" After being silent for a while, they started to scare each other again, and finally they were not afraid of anything anymore, and fell asleep. In the morning, there was real blood flowing in from outside the classroom. When we opened the door, the blood flowed from the opposite room.Big Nose hurriedly took out the key to open the lock, and pushed open the door. The "landlord wife" was lying in a pool of blood and panting heavily.His neck was cut open with a knife, and when he gasped for breath, big bubbles came out of his neck.The whole room smelled of blood. The boys called the school workers and carried her to the hospital. The workers found a blade on the ground and said that she had cut her own neck. "The throat tube almost broke, wouldn't it be dead if it was broken? She didn't have the energy to break it, and such a small blade didn't break the throat tube after messing around in her neck!" "Suicide is not easy , you have to know how to do it. The old lady is miserable and she is bleeding." The workers kept talking. This is called suicide.Apparently she didn't take that class, so she only killed half of herself.She was still a short distance from death, and she still had to use that broken neck to breathe, but she didn't even have to pant, the breath went directly through the broken neck.She has to watch her blood bubbling as it flows, smell her blood, feel the pain, and wait for someone willing or able to sew up that broken neck, no matter whether she lives or dies, this is called "suicidal suicide", no matter whether she lives or dies, it is called "" Contempt for the shit pile of human beings", there is no place to die, if she survives... survives... survives...······ "If you revive someone who wants to die, she will hate you." Wazi said. "How do you know?" I asked. "It's in the book." She looked at her toes. I am sick.