Chapter 68 chapter Five

Tea expert Kang Han returned to China by plane from Bamako, the capital of Mali, and stayed in Beijing for a day.Perhaps because of jet lag, he hadn't recovered from a sort of trance. Hang Han went there in the third year after Mali became independent in the early 1960s—the black brothers wanted to drink tea grown on their own land, and their wish was supported by the Chinese people, the hometown of tea.The tea, where it was grown, was named 49-60, apparently in connection with the national holidays of the two countries. No. 49-60 grows very well, the cuttings can grow one meter a year, and there are milky white camellias hanging from the branches every month.As a Chinese scholar who specializes in tea cultivation, Hang Han enjoys extra honor and love in that lazy and hospitable tropical country.

When you look back at the east, it is as far away as a dream, and China is as legendary as Marco Polo.The tea gardens in the interior of West Africa are so large and quiet that you can't imagine the real meaning of "the four seas are churning, the clouds and water are furious, and the five continents are shaking with wind and thunder".Hang Han is not a person who indulges in speculation. There is a couplet hanging in his room: make friends with horses, cattle, sheep, chickens and dogs, and work hard on rice, sorghum, wheat and millet.It was presented by Mr. Zhuang Wanfang, a professor of tea science, before he went abroad. He said it was his motto when he aspired to learn agricultural tea in his early years. Hang Han also took this pragmatic spirit as his motto.

Therefore, what the middle-aged Hang Han heard about the domestic situation through various channels is nothing but a question that is both disturbing and speculative.Hang Han vaguely thought of the previous "movements" in the past ten years. In foreign countries, the sharpness of these two words was blunted by the distance. It takes atmosphere to restore feeling.At this moment, Hang Han is standing in front of Tiananmen Square, which is impossible to enter.In midsummer and August, the red flags are flying, and the sound of the crowd is like howling.Everyone was shouting, using a set of words that had never been used in previous movements.Apart from hearing "Long live" and "Down" clearly, Hang Han didn't understand much else.He couldn't help but think of a pair of sons and daughters in Hangzhou, and he couldn't tell whether they were among them—he had been in West Africa for several years, and in the last few months, he was very homesick.But right now he is standing in the capital Beijing, standing in Tiananmen Square where the red waves have finally receded, the sun is setting, and the lights are just beginning to come on. Shoes, but for a while I couldn't find myself as a Chinese.

This feeling of not being able to feel it, continued from Beijing to Shanghai, and from Shanghai to Hangzhou, until he squeezed out all the buttons of his shirt, fell out of the window of the train carriage, and finally stood on the platform. Although he temporarily sent all the things he brought back from abroad to his friends in Beijing, the train was still crowded with no place to sit all day and all night.He was extremely tired, but his wife Huang Jiaofeng did not come to pick him up. He had already been mentally prepared for this.Although they have a pair of children, in Hang Han's mind, he is always the father of three children.He treats Jiaofeng as his eldest daughter.She always makes mistakes, without his care, the life of this chubby woman, like her short-sighted eyes, is getting better and better day by day.Hang Han missed his family members excitedly, and walked across half of Jiefang Street from Chengzhan Station.Although the streets were full of "Long live" and "Down with" and various parades, it did not affect Ji Hansi's eager mood. He walked along Zhongshan Road, and in a vegetable market near Yangbatou, he found Half-barrel eels in the market.Hang Han's heart became hot, the feeling of Chinese people, the feeling of Hangzhou people, came back at once.

Weighed three local large rice field eels, and according to the old rules, the salesperson of Hang Hanqing scalded them and took them home.He remembered that there was an old teahouse next to the vegetable market, and there was ready-made boiling water on the tiger stove.Hang Han lives with his uncle, and knows that his uncle likes to eat fried shredded eel, but none of the whole family knows how to kill it. In the past, when Hang Han bought eel, he killed it there and brought it home. It has become a habit over the years. Hang Han didn't know how many rules his ancestors had broken this time, including scalding and killing rice field eels.The female salesperson is a young woman who was very impatient when she was selling eels just now.People with lower grades than her in the vegetable market all rebelled and marched, leaving her here alone to catch these greasy rice field eels felt unbalanced.I wanted to vent my anger, but I hated that there was no chance, and the opportunity came to me.She witnessed Hang Han for a moment, poked the back wall with her thumb, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "You show me Lingqing, what age is it, and you want our revolutionary masses to kill rice field eels? Didn't check anything I’ll sell it to you, it’s already cheap. Listen carefully, revolution is not about treating guests to dinner, making fuss, painting and embroidery—it’s not killing rice field eels!”

Hang Han was taken aback at first, holding the eels in his hand in a daze for a while, and then became a little angry.Hangzhou, a small place out of Su, women should be like Xi Shi, how can they poke their fingers, I, I, look like Qinghong Gang!Hang Han grew up being gentle, courteous, respectful and thrifty since he was a child. He has stayed abroad for a long time, and he is also an authority on tea science. Others treat him as a character. He has never listened to people talking like this.Although the Chinese who aid Africa are inseparable from political studies, they have never developed to memorize quotations every day, so they are ignorant and ignorant. They don't know that the "revolution is not a dinner party" just now is the mantra of today's rebellion.I was at a loss for words, stunned for a moment, and then responded softly: "You lesbian, what do you mean by talking like that?"

Unexpectedly, the woman stepped on the pole and went to the room, and the weighing pan was thrown loudly: "You, you, you are a rebel, how dare you say what Chairman Mao means! Arrest you to the rebel headquarters!" Reverse now!Hang Han blinked his eyes fiercely, only to realize that the counter-revolutionary is the current counter-revolutionary.This time, Hang Han was really stunned - after buying a few eels, he became an active counter-revolutionary.Just not knowing what to do, someone came to persuade him, pushing and saying: "Okay, it seems that the revolutionary masses can't keep up with the rapid development of the revolutionary situation, go back to fight selfishness and criticize repairs, and don't be ruthless." Fighting selfishness and distracting thoughts, you have to wear a high hat and parade around the streets with ghosts and monsters."

Hang Han recognized him, and it was Master Zhou who opened the teahouse who pulled him. He used to work as a waiter in Wangzhuang.He was puzzled and said as he walked: "What's wrong with this lesbian? Why do you hate me so much? Treat comrades with the warmth of spring. Before I went abroad in 1964, people all over the country were learning from Lei Feng. Everyone was smiling when they met." yes." Master Zhou pulled him to the tiger stove at the corner, and said: "Mr. Hang, don't say a word. If it weren't for the little uncle who asked me to pull you out today, maybe a high hat has already been worn." On your head, the gong is beating and paraded through the streets."

At this point, Xiaozhuo stood up behind the old Eight Immortals table next to the tiger stove, kicked the bench away, and said, "I have bad eyesight, so I didn't know it was a Haner. But it sounds like a man. Pie, it must be us against our family." Seeing that he was a young uncle, although he was a little older, but in good spirits, Hang Han said anxiously: "I was afraid that you would come to the city too, but thanks to you, you brought me here. I have been abroad for a few years, and my family Everything is out of the question." Xiaozhuo Bo looked around with his fingers and said, "Don't mention that you have been abroad for a few years, and you can't even catch up with the person I lean on at the door of my house every day."

Master Zhou hurriedly made tea for the two of them, waved his hands and said in a low voice, "You can't control your mouth even if you pinch it, be careful not to be heard by the Red Guards, arrest and parade in the street!" "I was an old party member in 1927. When I was in the revolution, the grandpas of these hairy kids didn't know where to wear crotch pants. I was afraid that these little hozens were hairy ashes!" "A handful of you are the old revolutionaries of 1927. I don't have your glorious history to brag about on Tuesday. Don't just brush your ass and leave when the time comes, and I won't be able to keep my tiger stove going."

When Hang Han saw that Master Zhou said that while scalding rice eels for him in front of the tiger stove, he felt very sorry, so he said: "No, no, when the public-private partnership was established, we lost the joint operation of Wangyou Tea House. Remember At that time, you also wanted to get along, but there was no place to get along, so that's why you stayed." "Mr. Hang, you really don't know what's going on in the world today! I've already seen that this tail of capitalism has been cut off for so many years, and this time it really can't be kept." Having said that on Tuesday, Hang Han was a little concerned, so he looked up at the tiger stove carefully.The surface of the tiger stove is flat, and a large pot is buried below, and two small pots are built inside. From a distance, the small pot looks like a tiger's eye, and the big pot looks like a tiger's mouth. The chimney leading to the roof looks like a ghost. A tiger tail.There are a few Eight Immortals tables next to it, with several benches, which can be regarded as a teahouse.Hang Han can still remember a couplet pasted next to the tiger stove: the shape of the stove is like a tiger, and the water is like a dragon.Now this couplet has been replaced with a new one: In order to have the ambition of sacrifice, dare to ask the sun and the moon to change into a new sky. Although the tail of capitalism can be cut as soon as it is said, it has not been cut at this moment, and the tail is still full of spectators.In the past, tea guests sat with each other and talked about everything. Hangzhou people call it big talk.This big head talk also includes revolution.But in the past, talking about revolution in teahouses was mostly elegant. Unlike today, apart from revolution, there are no other topics to discuss in teahouses.While drinking tea, Hang Han waited for Tuesday and She She to help him clean up the rice field eels, while listening to people's comments on the current situation, a tea guest said: "There is a woman in our street who lives alone with a son. She is also beautiful. She also has a good temper. The Red Guards went to her house yesterday and said it was a Taiwan spy. I went to see it, hey, that’s called digging three feet! I pried the floor and said they wanted to check the transmitter. " "Did you find out?" Everyone asked anxiously. "If it's so easy to check, are you still called a Taiwan spy?" He spoke disdainfully, "That woman is also tough. The Red Guards pulled out the belt and didn't pull out the transmitter. I think it's almost like a tiger stool. It's a pity that it's not the White Mansion. Zhazidong, that woman is not Sister Jiang. The last few young generals were also anxious, saying that she had a granite head and was unable to open her mind, so she poured a head of boiling water..." Hearing this, everyone couldn't help shouting softly, saying: "It's thanks to these young generals who figured it out!" The tea guest stood up, shaking the little colored flags in his hands, and said, "Everyone, remember that this bowl of tea won't last for a few more days. Maybe the Red Guards will come and pour the boiling water on the tea table soon." What kind of people do you think we are with our legs on the ground and our teacups held up? All of them are feudalist capitalist revisionism. If you want to be knocked down and step on another foot, you will not be able to stand up for ten thousand years." With that said, he walked away.Hang Han felt uneasy, and wanted to ask which street the man was from, but he opened his mouth, but didn't speak.Everything that happened in front of him made him puzzled and frightened.He has a bad omen that a tall building is about to step on the ground.Now he has completely forgotten about Africa—it’s unbelievable, he has only been away there for two days, and he is already unable to judge whether the green tea garden in the black Africa is reality or a dream. A bell rang not far above his head, it was the familiar bell, the bell of the YMCA, it was the symbol of his bravery and fearlessness in his Hang Han youth.However, at this moment, he was holding a bunch of killed eels in his hand, but he was at a loss.He looked east and west, his feet didn't know where to move.He misses all his relatives in Hangzhou, and he wants to go to Yangbatou, but also wants to turn his head to Jiefang Street, where his biological father Hang Jiaping and his precious son live.My father is a member of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, and maybe I can get a little inside information about the situation from him. Then the slogans and gongs sounded again, but when they saw a group of people, they rushed over in a mighty manner.The leading young general, dressed in army green, was walking backwards, shouting, with bushy black hair, and a lot of sweat stains on his back.Because he kept waving his hands, the hem of the clothes tied by the belt rose up and twisted into a ball around his waist.The circle of the parade was surrounded by ropes, and there were monsters and ghosts tied in front of them, with big signs and tall hats, all of them in strange shapes, terrifying and strange, like prisoners being escorted to the execution ground in a costume play, I just knocked on the pot to clear the way.In the back, it seems to have opened a mobile clothing store.Two people lined up, carrying bamboo poles for drying clothes, one end after the other. The bamboo poles were covered with colorful clothes, including mink fur coats, satin cheongsams, and high-end woolen suits.The crowd crowded into a pile at once, Hang Han was surrounded by them, his ears buzzed as he watched, and the sweat from his eyebrows dripped into his eyes.For some reason, he looked at these things strangely familiar. A small group of people whispered to him beside him: "Look, look, it's really easy for people to revolutionize nowadays. They copy the clothes from other people's houses and show them everywhere, and there is no Kuomintang Chiang Kai-shek to chase them down. What kind of a man is he?" ? Back then we called head-to-head—" While wiping his sweat, Hang Han said, "Uncle Xiaozhuo, go up and take a closer look. Next to that gray woolen coat, there is a girl walking with something like a hot pot. Let me see how she looks like it." Our family's Yingshuang—" Xiaozhuo looked back and said, "Who else could it be if it's not Yingshuang? Look at the thing she's holding in her hand. Take a closer look. Didn't you buy it when you went to the Soviet Union to make tea? You If Dad likes it, you can give it to him." "Could it be that this samovar has also become the Four Olds?" Hang Han still couldn't believe his eyes.There is another level of disbelief that he didn't say it - his daughter Yingshuang, who was as timid as her mother, dared to hold a tea drink - that thing was not light - walking on the street crowded with fighting spirits. The small group stomped their feet and sighed and said: "You man, you man, you just brought this thing back that year, and I said that this kind of foreign product is meaningless. The things used by the Soviet revisionists Khrushchev, you take them What are you using it for? Isn’t it using water to cause trouble!” Saying so, he burrowed into the crowd and went to find Yingshuang. The samovar in Hang Yingshuang's hand is called "Shamavat" in Russian, and it is made of copper.That year, Mr. Zhuang Wanfang, a professor of the Tea Science Department of Zhejiang Agricultural University, led foreign students, first of all from two Soviet students.Hang Han heard about the samovar from them for the first time, and went home to ask his father who had been to the Soviet Union for advice, and his father praised the samovar that permeated the Russian style.Later, he visited the Soviet Union as a member of the Chinese tea delegation, and he brought back one specially after traveling thousands of miles and gave it to his father.Unexpectedly, today, under the scorching sun in August, his daughter would hold it out for public display.His face was hot and sweat was pouring down like rain, but his back felt cool to his chest. At this time, his daughter had appeared in front of him. In 1956, Hang Han and his colleagues had just bred an excellent tea tree variety of small tree species, which was named Yingshuang because new buds still germinated after the fall of frost.Back in Hangzhou, his wife gave birth to a girl in the hospital and was waiting for him to name her. He looked at the girl's chubby face and said, "Let's call her Yingshuang." Yingshuang was a lot taller than three years ago, chubby, like her mother, but her face was nervous, she couldn't see the joy when she saw her father, she just opened her eyes wide and said, "It's my brother who asked me to come." Yes, my brother called me!" "Where's your brother?" Yingshuang pointed to the leader of the Red Guards who had jumped away and shouted slogans, but Hang Han really didn't recognize him at all. "You copied grandpa's house?" Hang Han's voice changed.Only then did he come to his senses, no wonder he was so familiar with these overcoats and cheongsams. Yingshuang lowered her head, and after a while, she raised her head to look at her father again, her gaze was hollow yet firm.Then that's it, it's a good thing that this pair of children did.As soon as he hugged the samovar, he walked back, Yingshuang followed behind his father, almost crying, sobbing, "Mom has entered the cowshed." Hang Han stopped and looked into his daughter's eyes.There are strange wrinkles on the daughter's forehead.The daughter looked at him as if she were a stranger, and she asked in a low voice, "Dad, are you a spy?" "I? As the daughter walked forward, she said, "Mom has entered the cowshed, and I will explain your problems. The rebels have already come to our house: you are a Japanese spy, and grandpa is a Kuomintang. We want to draw a line with you!" She As if waking up suddenly, he stopped abruptly, snatched the samovar from his father's arms, and said softly but firmly: "I am a child that can be educated well. There is a theory of ingredients, not only the theory of ingredients, everything It's all about performance." It's not like what a twelve-year-old like her would say.She turned back and left before Hang Han had time to grab her fat arm.While wiping the sweat from his face—he couldn't tell whether it was hot sweat or cold sweat—he asked, "Do you want to draw a line with me?" " He could hear it himself, his voice trembling. The daughter frowned and gave him a deep look. It seemed that this question had puzzled her for many days.She shook her head while walking backwards, the big samovar was held in her arms, chubby as if holding a child.She just shook her head, turned around, and trotted away.Looking from behind, she really looks like a waddling duck.Hang Han didn't understand what the daughter's head shaking meant; he also didn't understand the words that suddenly popped up that he had never heard of before: five black categories, ghosts and snakes, proletarian headquarters... He was in a daze. Xi, not only do not know what time it is today, but also where it is today.He wanted to open his mouth, but suddenly found that he had a language barrier, and his mother tongue had undergone tremendous changes. He could no longer use phrases and phrases such as "treat comrades with warmth like spring" to communicate with people. When Hang Han arrived at Yangbatou, it was nearly dusk, and the daytime excitement on the street came to an end. The young generals went back to the camp to replenish food and grass. Hang Han also turned into the old yard of his uncle Jiahe's house. On the lid of the trash bin at the gate of the compound, Hang Han saw a pair of white high-heeled leather shoes leaking out of the pile of newspapers. They looked very modern and looked familiar.He remembered, it was Jiaofeng's shoes, which had been kept at home for many years, and no one would wear them again.He picked it up conveniently, his eyes were hot, as if they still had the body temperature of the banana wind.He was still holding the string of eels in his other hand, and after a long time, it was a bit stinky.With a quick throw, he made the rice field eel change into leather shoes. Without thinking about it, he walked into the yard with his shoes on, walked through the alley and courtyard that had long since lost their original appearance, and arrived at the door of the house.Seeing that the door was closed tightly, he tapped on it with his thin high-heeled shoes.A head protruded from the door, it was Pan'er who lived and taught in Longjing Mountain.When he saw the high-heeled shoes in his hand, his thin eyes widened in shock, and he cried out, "Why are you back again!" The second monk Zhang Han couldn't figure it out, and saw his mother Ye Zi pulled Hang Han in with a scull, took the pair of shoes, and asked with lingering fear: "Has anyone seen the shoes in your hand?" Hang Han said: "I didn't pay attention, it seems..." "—Anyone saw it?" Ye Zi asked.The way she made such a fuss was very funny, Hang Han shook his hands and said, "You are too much like a soldier, such a big mass movement, who cares about a pair of high-heeled leather shoes in your hands." Saying so, he walked into his room.The room was turned upside down, as if the Japanese devils had swept it up, and he was stunned and dumbfounded.Looking back, Uncle Jiahe was standing at the door.Mother Ye Zi cried and said, "They copied it yesterday." Hang Han asked dryly: "Is Jiaofeng taken away from here?" Jiahe said: "Don't worry, don't worry, they just searched and didn't make a big deal. I just came from her, and they said that the faculty and staff organized the study class together. There are still many people who have been taken away. Jiaofeng Just make things clear for yourself." Hang Han didn't even sit down, so he was about to walk out and said, "I'll go and clarify now." He touched Kawa's thin chest.Ye Zi grabbed his sleeve and said, "You can go tomorrow." Hang Han looked into the eyes of the two old men and knew that they were right to hold him.He can't show his face at all now.As soon as he shows up, he will be caught by those people. Jiahe stayed up almost in the middle of the night, since those uninvited guests came here yesterday, he started to tidy up the things at home. As far as the softness of the Hang family is concerned, it can be said that it has almost disappeared in the past few decades.Compared with the boys in the tea house decades ago, their lives are no different. Jiahe feels very at ease.It wasn't until the rebels took away Jiaofeng from here yesterday that they realized that there are still so many four old things that need to be broken. Neighbors are destroying things in full swing, the yard is scorched and smoked, paper dust is flying all over the sky, it looks like a black snow has fallen.Ye Zi kept stomping her feet lightly, and turned a little angry at Jiahe: Why don't you burn!Why don't you burn it!But Hang Jiahe was not a person who acted rashly, he looked at Ye Zi, and said a very stern sentence: "It's not the Japanese who entered the city!" Ye Zi was stunned, and tears flowed out.Jiahe's heart softened immediately, he hugged Ye Zi, pressed against her face, and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Ye Zi looked at her husband and said, "I'm not afraid, I'm worried." Jiahe patted Ye Zi's shoulder , Said: "I will come when I go, and I will do things when I come back." Ye Zi said: "I am really worried." Jiahe sighed and said: "Don't worry, what kind of things have we not gone through?" Jiahe wants to go to Chen Yihuai's house. He teaches in a middle school, and the market should be more sensitive than him. Chen Yihuai lived in Shiwukui Lane not far from his home. Before he reached the living room of his home, he heard the sound of paper scrolls rattling inside.When I entered the door, I saw that the tables, stools, and calligraphy and paintings of famous people were everywhere.Chen Yihuai, the fat man, was already so busy that he was sweating in the early morning of this early summer.He closed the door, turned on the fluorescent lamp, held a reading glasses in his hand, and threw himself here and there, reluctant to part with these treasures that he had treasured all his life.Seeing Jiahe, he held up a literati landscape painting and said, "Jiahe, I got this painting from Suzhou last month, and said it was an authentic work by Wen Weiming. It doesn't look like an imitation to me. I wanted you to come and have a look, but the two little ancestors urged me to burn it to death. It burned in the middle of the night yesterday, take a look at those things—" He kicked the broken washbasin under the mahogany table, and the dismantled scroll heads in it were stuffed in a haphazard manner, like an ashtray full of cigarette butts.After hearing her husband's complaints, Mrs. Chen's family was so frightened that she lay down on the door to watch, and complained in a low voice: "Be gentle, be careful that people will hear you." As soon as the voice fell here, the door slammed. The two juniors of the Chen family——Jiahe both recognized them. They had hugged them since they were young. He knocked on the door proudly.Grandpa and grandpa yelled loudly, Chen Yihuai looked at his old friend and said helplessly: "Here we come, the broken four old ones are here!" As he said that, he went to open the door. Although his heart was in a mess, he still had a smile on his face and said: "Your grandma and grandma and I have prepared for the night, and we are all here." The two young generals had their hips akimbo, and when they saw Jiahe, they acted as if they hadn't seen them, and they didn't even nod their heads, as if they had become unattainable overnight, they just kicked the pile of old papers and said, "Are they all here?" ?" "It's all here, it's all here, if you don't believe me, go check it out yourself." Mrs. Chen replied quickly.Seeing Jiahe's silence, he hurriedly explained, "The Red Guards in Yihuai School said that if they want to come home and copy the Four Olds, let us deal with it ourselves for the sake of our grandchildren. Yes, it's easy for the two children to go back to school." Chen Yihuai shook off the ancient painting, walked into the yard, heard a clatter, tore off the scroll, threw it to the two children, and said, "Burn it." Hearing the hissing sound, Jiahe's heart skipped a beat, and he pressed his hands on his chest, unable to speak for a moment.I poked my head out and saw the two little ancestors squatting, each with a knife, splitting the bulging scrolls, and shouting loudly, saying: "Split all of them for firewood, use waste, all of them Burn it!" Mrs. Chen stood beside her, shaking her feet, nodding her head, and said repeatedly: "Burn it all, burn it all!" Hang Jiahe had come here to seek support, but seeing the situation here, it turned out that the mud bodhisattva could not protect himself from crossing the river, so he didn't want to say anything, nodded, just said "you are busy, you are busy", and walked out .As soon as they reached the door, Yihuai rushed up, grabbed Jiahe and asked, "Jiahe, tell me, how long will this movement last? Will it be the same as in 1957?" Chen Yihuai almost became a rightist in 1957, and he still has lingering fears when he mentions the past. Jiahe couldn't answer Chen Yihuai's question.He has gone through vicissitudes in his life, but he still has never seen such a thing.He only had a hunch, just as those Red Guards shouted, that this was an unprecedented movement.Where it will go, and where it will bring the fate of each of us, no one knows. I was relatively speechless, and I only heard Mrs. Chen calling at the entrance of the alley: "Yi Huai, Yi Huai, the young revolutionary general has come to our house!" The two disabled hands suddenly tightened, and Chen Yihuai said nervously: "It is the students from our school who came to ransack the house. I knew they were going to come, I knew they were going to come, luckily they burned some of them yesterday." Jiahe had no choice but to say: "Students of the girls' middle school, girls, no matter how much you make trouble, you can't let them go. You can let them go. The Japanese are all here." This sentence was obviously a great comfort to Chen Yihuai, he let go of his hand and said, "I will come to you again after this time passes, and you should be careful." The two said goodbye.The fat man didn't dare to walk slowly, and ran back, yelling "Here, here..." Jiahe stood there, watching his figure disappear at the turn of the alley. When Jiahe returned home, he discovered that the four old things are not so easy to eradicate.Over the years, even though he lived in a humble house and had no desires, he still inevitably left some clues of the Four Olds. The first thing to bear the brunt was Jiaofeng's pair of high-heeled leather shoes. When Ye Zi was fishing under the bed with a stick, she just wanted to check if there was anything hidden under the bed, but unexpectedly, she found a pair of leather shoes.When she took out the pair of shoes, she still couldn't decide whether they were considered the Four Olds or not.Holding it in her hand, she asked Pan'er, who had just come down the mountain, and said, "Look, can the rebels fit the heels of these shoes?" Pan'er took it over and looked at it. She was shocked and turned pale with fright. She crossed herself and called out softly, "Lord, aren't these the leather shoes that Aunt Huang brought back from England that year? Jiao Feng's feet are fat, and he thinks they are too high. I haven’t worn it. At that time, they said they would give it to me. I am a teacher, and I am a teacher, how could I want this, I didn’t expect you to keep putting it under the bed.” "According to what you say, these shoes are four old?" The two timid women stared at each other, feeling the growing fear in each other's hearts, and then uttered a voice almost at the same time: "Throw it away." !" Ye Zi handed the pair of high-heeled leather shoes to Pan'er, and Pan'er walked to the door, opened the door and looked at it for a while, then turned around and said: "I don't come here often, now I go out with a pair of leather shoes, people will stare at me." Yes." Saying so, he handed the leather shoes to Ye Zi. Ye Zi thought for a while, wrapped her shoes in an old newspaper, and went out. Within two minutes, she ran back with her leather shoes in shock, and said, "No, there is a criticism meeting at the door. Lao Cai at the Lane Ration Station said he was a reactionary officer, so he couldn’t throw these shoes out.” "When you came back, was there anyone following you?" Pan'er asked again. Ye Zi was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat, she threw the leather shoes under the bed and said, "I don't know, I didn't dare to look behind." Jiahe thought for a while, then clenched his thin big palm into a fist, and said, "Oh, it's just a pair of high-heeled leather shoes. If you smash it, you'll be done." Then he squatted down and wiped the pair of shoes with a broom handle. He took out the leather shoes and said, "Bring the knife." The Hang family didn't even dare to kill chickens.In the past, such things were done by servants.In the future, there will be no servants, and there will always be a small group of people who will follow along to help, and then neighbors and friends will help, so apart from a kitchen knife, there is no sharp weapon at home.At this moment, Ye Zi took the kitchen knife from the kitchen, Jia He took it, and slashed at the high heel on the spot.Ye Zi shouted repeatedly: "Be careful of your fingers, be careful of your fingers." Suddenly thinking of Jiahe cutting off his own fingers, he immediately stopped his voice. They all underestimated the pair of high heels imported from England.No matter how Jiahe chopped it, the heel of the shoe was as stable as Mount Tai, not moving at all.Ye Zi became anxious and said "You are wrong, I will do it", took the knife and continued to chop.It didn't matter if the knife went down, the high-heeled shoe simply rebounded, jumped onto the chest of drawers, smashed a teacup, and fell to the ground again.Pan'er couldn't help screaming and said: "It's terrible, don't smash the statue of the great man. A first-grade student in our school was arrested by the police yesterday, saying that he used the statue of the great man as toilet paper." Jiahe also broke out in a cold sweat.He wasn't worried about the portrait of the great man. There were two terrible things on the chest of drawers, both of which were taken from the deep room of flowers and trees: one was the priceless pot of grace, and the other was the Tianmu lamp.Fortunately, these two treasures were still there, so he stretched out his hand again and said, "Let me do it." Pan'er took the knife, and while drawing the cross and chanting about God, while avoiding the blade, she said in a trembling voice, "I'll try it, I'll try it!" Seeing this pair of damn high heels, under the blows of several members of the Hang family, they have been hacked beyond recognition, and the gray heel blank under the white leather is also exposed, but the connection between the heel and the upper, But still surprisingly unbreakable.Jiahe sat on the edge of the bed helplessly, staring at the pair of high-heeled shoes that were pressed to the ground and resisted.He killed a duck once in his life, and the force was so strong that the head of the duck was broken, and the duck would not fall down when it was hung on the neck.With the amputated head and neck, the duck frantically ran around the yard, and finally ran in front of his eyes, looked at him with despairing eyes like a human, and after a long time, fell headlong to die.At this moment, he suddenly had a strange idea - if this pair of leather shoes had eyes, what kind of eyes would it look at them with? He didn't want to treat the high heels like this again.He felt that if he cut it down like this again, the heels of these shoes would open a pair of desperate eyes like a decapitated duck.He silently took the pair of shoes wrapped in newspaper and sent them to the trash can at the door.The dustbin was very dirty, and he stretched out his hands several times, but he couldn't put down the pair of white beautiful shoes.In the end, he closed his eyes, let go of his hand and threw it like a cliff, put it on the lid of the box, turned around and came back. Unexpectedly, after only one meal, the pair of leather shoes came back tenaciously. Jiahe heaved a long sigh and said, "Looks like things are the same as people, each has its own destiny. Let it go." After he said this, he looked at Ye Zi, the old couple, they all understood up.She took out a cardboard box, put the leather shoes in, and pushed them under the bed again.The few people present breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly. Over the past few decades, the Hang family has been cautious and independent, which is why they have maintained a sense of calm.Jiahe is old, and all the stormy things no longer suit his heart that has exhausted his passion. He turned around and took the Mansheng jug, and said to Pan'er, "You gave me this jug in the first place. After thinking about it, I decided to take it out of the meditation room and return it to you." Pan'er's face suddenly turned red.She had lived alone in Longjing Mountain for twenty years because of her lung disease, and she didn't want to go down the mountain again after her illness recovered.The air there is good, and she is raised in the tea garden. She was a substitute teacher at first, and then became a full-time teacher after a long time, so she stayed there with peace of mind.She didn't expect that her father asked her to go down the mountain this time because of this pot.After a moment of silence, trying to say something, my throat was blocked.Jiahe also shook his hand, not letting her speak, but said to Hang Han and the others: "There are few people on the mountain, and this thing is fragile, so she should save it for peace of mind." Jiahe pointed to that day's eye lamp again and said: "There is also this rabbit hair lamp. It was stolen. I think it may not be the fourth old. When Fang Yue comes back, give it to him. Fang Yue is dry and burnt." In the kiln industry, I am at ease if I accept this. After dividing these few things, the only thing I want to hide now is Xiang Shengmo’s "Qinquan Tu". Don’t say it is the Four Olds, even if it is Eight old, ten old, and hundred old, I can't destroy it." Everyone in the Hang family knew the preciousness of this painting: Zhang, the son of Zhang, was beaten to death by the Japanese when he was helping Jiahe in a teahouse. Before he died, he did not forget to tell Jiahe the whereabouts of the painting. , He said these words, and everyone did not think it was strange.I just don't know where this painting can be hidden at a time like this. But Jiahe said that he had already thought about it and sent him to Decha's school.Put it in his place, nothing will happen. "Other things, whether you bring them with you when you are born or not, you can take whatever you want." 他的那只断了一根手指的手掌，在空中轻轻地划过了一条弧线，杭汉看得心都惊起来了。 这就是少少许胜多多许，万千话语，尽在不言中了。屋里小，家具就显多，摆得一屋子黑压压的，又兼黄昏未开灯，外面的沸腾声仿佛就远了。一家老小默默地围在一起，茶饭无心，闷声不语，只想那么久久地呆下去。 猛听到外面一个尖嗓子叫了起来："杭家门里——"叶子吓得跳了起来，才听到下一句——"电话——" 两老就争着要出去接电话，一开门，来彩就挤进门来，压着嗓子耳语："杭先生抗师母，清河坊游街，我看到你们家方越戴着高帽子也在里面呢！" 一家人顿时就被冷冻在这个消息里了。 来彩顾不上杭家人的表情，一边说："别告诉人家是我通报你们的。"一边开了门走，在门外还没忘记喊："革命群众都记牢，我们羊坝头从现在开始不叫羊坝头，叫硬骨头巷了！革命群众都记牢……"