Chapter 70 Chapter VII

It seems that the wandering in childhood is just a rehearsal of tonight's exile, or that tonight's exile is a review of childhood wandering. In the summer of 1966, Hangfang joined the ranks of homeless people who had suddenly skyrocketed.Under the night, he walked alone in a hidden way, the streets were full of people, and the sound of killing was loud.He seemed to be walking in the wilderness.Looking at the front, there is no relative, and there is no relative at the back. How many times has he been exiled by fate? In the past, he rarely went back to Hangzhou, but the few times he came back, the small room in the unit was still reserved for him. After all, he was still a regular employee of the unit, and besides, he still made contributions to the country.A few years ago, a young man was assigned to the unit. He didn't have a house, so he lived with him temporarily.Occasionally he went back, if he stayed for a few more days, the young man's complexion would be ugly.That's all, when I went back, I found that the door lock had been changed, and called the young man, his eyes were almost angry.A girl came at night, and the two of them chattered non-stop, and Fang Yue came back late and they didn't leave.Fang Yue had no choice but to say sorry, first lay down and slept with his head on his back, and when he woke up, the young man was throwing and beating, and of course all the things he threw were his things, which made him feel embarrassed.He could not tell him: Comrade, this is my bed, my bookshelf, my box, my house, you have been staying in my room for a long time, and it is me who should beat you.However, today when he was parading through the streets, he found that the young man with the red armband on his arm was obviously one of the rebels. If he went back overnight, he would still have his good fruit to eat!

At least tonight is absolutely impossible to go back. Where else can I go?After coming out of Uncle Jiaping, he didn't intend to go back to Yangbatou.He considered himself to be a disaster star, and he was unlucky to be hit by someone. The exclamation he had to let out just now really shocked him.I can't say I was wronged, but I just found that my actual status in the eyes of others has reached this point, and he feels ashamed. He raised his head to look at the sky, the moon was dizzy, the clouds were thick and stuffy, it was hard to tell if there would be rain.He has no other ideas, the most important thing is to deal with tonight first.

The rightist Hang Fangyue didn't dare to walk on the street. It was too bright there, and all "genuine grasshoppers" would be exposed in broad daylight.He specifically looked for those alleys and walked along the dense slum-like residential area by the middle river.Speaking of this river, eight hundred years ago, it was also a prosperous area. Emperor Zhao Gou and minister Qin Hui lived by the river.Now it's all over, Wang Xietang's Qianyan, ordinary people's homes, a piece of old ruined buildings, dark, and only one street lamp is far away. At first, he thought it would not be difficult to find a place to sleep - sure enough, he found a "bed" in front of the door of a hut in a remote place. It was a parked rickshaw, and apparently the owner had already rested.

Hang Fang Yue didn't think any more, and got in.He was not very tall, and he shrunk the seat that could fit two people, so he settled down.Soon he fell asleep, and had a dream. In the dream, he fell hard and hit his head on the ground, causing him to cry out in pain. When he opened his eyes, he was sure enough that he had landed on the ground.He did fall a somersault, he was lifted from behind by the owner of the car and fell out of the car. The owner of the car said: "What kind of person is so bold, I went to the latrine, and you got into my car and slept. The more Fang thought about it, he thought Meimei slept and had a dream, and it turned out that it was only time to go to the latrine, what a sleepless night.As soon as he had an idea, he followed the man and said, "I'm waiting for you to pull me, go to the city to read big-character posters!"

As soon as the man heard it, his tone changed, and he said, "Big-character posters, I know where the most are. The entrance of the department store on Jiefang Street, and the walls on both sides of the gate of the Medical University are densely packed. They bombarded the provincial party committee." A puller.What do you know on weekdays? Now talking about the secretary of the provincial party committee is like talking about the neighbor next door. Fang Yue finally knows that this time is really different from 1957. A city is also a vast ocean of people's war.So he wanted to sneak away quickly, and if he continued to pull it off, he would have to reveal his secrets, saying: "I will also go to the latrine, come as soon as I go, you wait for me." Then, he slipped away in the direction of the cart puller's finger.

After running for a while in the dark night, he entered a long and narrow alley, convinced that he would not be chased, so he slowed down and took a closer look. It was Dataer Alley.Dataer Lane, next to it is Hang No. 7 Middle School, his middle school alma mater.On the day he was in middle school, his adoptive father Jiahe personally delivered it.After the report was over, the adoptive father walked through this alley and told him that this was Dai Wangshu's rainy alley with an oil-paper umbrella, and the rainy alley of a Jiangnan girl with lilac-like sorrow... From then on, he knew Dai Wangshu.But so what if you know, the rainy alley of lilacs leads to love, the rainy alley of vagabonds leads to wandering, he was so dazed thinking about the sad poet of the past, walking forward dazedly, a drop of water fell on the bridge of his nose , is it dew, or rain?Fang Yue suddenly thought: If Dai Wangshu is still alive and still living here, then the lilac-like sad girl must be a female student from the alma mater Hang No. 7 Middle School next door, and she must not be worried, maybe she is going to the room right now Jiewa is at the poet's home!So what will Dai Wangshu do?Poetry is definitely impossible to write, there are only two ways out: either vomit blood, or hang yourself!In 1957, among their group of rightists, several people died in this way.

Fang Yue was thinking wildly, and stung into another alley.The alley is not long, with a narrow line and narrow sky, and high gables on both sides.He seemed to have reached a dead end, but he turned the corner and saw the listing of Qingyin Lane Primary School.This time he woke up: that was Qingyin Lane where Wang Wenshao used to live.Fortunately, Wang Wenshao, an old slick Liuliqiu, the last prime minister of this feudal dynasty died in 1908. If he lived to this day, he would not have been skinned and eaten alive.Maybe before anyone came to pick up the skin, he was scared to death first.Fang Yue is like a bereaved dog, wandering alone in the winding alleys of Hangzhou, thinking about the past at the beginning of the century, but he doesn't know what is going on.Finally, my eyes lit up: the road is endless, there is a building under construction on the side of the road, it is empty at night, and I just got into it to sleep.

This time he couldn't fall asleep, he was lying on the damp ground, there was earth air rising, and something hard was touching his waist, looking up to the sky, there were twinkling stars flickering in the dark clouds.Fang Yue had a sudden thought: Is it because the dark clouds cannot cover the sun, moon and stars, or will the sun, moon and stars be covered by dark clouds after all?He also asked Wangyou this question before.Wangyou is a person with Buddha-nature and wisdom roots, and his words are often sharp, saying: "It depends on whether your heart is toward the dark clouds or toward the three lights." Thinking of this, he focused on guarding his dantian and focused on the stars.Unexpectedly, it was also Bai Xiang. After a while, the stars were completely covered by dark clouds, and then there was lightning, drawing many ice cracks in the air, like porcelain pieces after kiln transformation, rumbling thunder and pattering rain Just got down.

Once it rained, Fang Yue couldn't stay here anymore, so Fang Yue had to get up again, and walked out along the alley, startled, thinking, isn't this the alley where Aunt Jicao lives?I heard that Little Brown is back, but he hasn't seen him yet.I also thought, Aunt Jicao is probably in danger, so I might as well go and have a look, even if I take a secret look, it is also a concern. Hang Fangyue saw what he least wanted to see.The yard was brightly lit, and people came and went.Fang Yue searched carefully, but he didn't see the mother and son, so he went up in a hurry, and saw that the house was in a mess like a rebellion, even the floor was pried up, and it was thrown here and there, wet and faint, in the yard. .He asked the people watching what they were doing digging the floor, and someone next to him gave him a blank look and said, "You don't even know about this when searching for enemy stations?"

"This family will have enemy stations?" "I can't dig out anything!" "Why didn't I see the enemy tower?" "It's so easy to find, what do you need the rebels for?" "So, where did this family go?" "Who knows, it won't end well anyway!" Fang Yue heard the sweat dripping from his forehead, and walked away silently, his throat was suffocated, and he squatted under the electric pole and pretended to vomit, the rain slapped on his back, his mind went blank, thinking: Now what should I do? Where are you going? The owner of this family is spending time on the West Lake at this moment.

It turned out that during the day when Fang had to take someone to raid her home, Jicao was not idle, and she was picked out by the people in the unit and fought. Others have always called Nurse Ji Caohang, but in fact she has never worked as a nurse since her husband was arrested.During this period, she did various chores and even worked as a babysitter.It wasn't until the Great Leap Forward in 1958 that she and a group of housewives organized such a small street factory, pasting paper boxes and sticking feather dusters.She can also be regarded as the veteran of the factory, because she refused to divorce her husband, so she can't be the factory manager, but she is still the deputy factory manager. In fact, she often has to come forward to make decisions in the factory. . Jicao's nature is so stubborn, it's hard to understand.She was born slender and tall, very delicate, and she has been crying a lot these years, she looks very weak, people who don't know her think she is easy to bully, but they didn't expect that what she said while crying could be heard by others Choke to death.This time she went to Shiliping, and some people said that she was in contact with the counter-revolutionaries and wanted to fight the reactionary arrogance in the factory.You think that their small street factory is a hodgepodge, and people compare and compare, most of them are evenly matched, and whoever fights whoever.After a long time of selection, a cross-eyed man named Ah Shui was introduced, who was originally a porter in the factory.Because he often pulls a rickshaw outside, he can be regarded as a person who has experienced the revolutionary situation. He feels itchy in his heart, and always thinks that he can also rebel and seize this little power like a sesame mung bean in the factory. He volunteered to host the criticism meeting, and acted first, and grabbed a big seal in the factory first.He didn't have any pockets on his clothes, and he was afraid that the big seal would be stolen elsewhere, so he had nothing to do, so he came up with a bad idea, hanging the big seal on the waistband of his trousers, and hanging it under his crotch.He was originally a clown-like character, running across the pier in the old society, with green dragons tattooed on his arms, a pair of black beads "fighting" a little too much, a "pumpkin handle" dangling from his crotch, and he was already standing Ji Cao, who was about to fight on the stage, was still in tears, and now he pointed at the man's crotch and laughed hahaha.1. The revolutionary masses standing under the stage were not very conscious and had a good personal relationship with Nurse Hang. Seeing Master Ah Shui eating like this, they couldn't help laughing along with them.Ah Shui was furious, holding a feather duster in his hand, pointing to the east and west, ordering the crowd to read their mouths.It's a pity that he is cross-eyed again. When he points east, people think he points west. When he points west, people think he points east. A farce is performed in a small venue. Seeing that the meeting could not be held if it continued like this, he slammed the drop on the table and shouted with all his strength: The criticism meeting is now starting—Guoer, Guoer, come up! The one named Guo'er is a middle-aged blind man, and he is Laicai's husband.He rolled his eyes without pupils, and walked forward accurately with a walking pole in his hand, holding a little red book in one hand and pressing it against his chest. pompous.There is no need for others to tell where you are, it is not far or near, just stand in front of the table, lean the horse pole against the table, stretch your hands, and call out: "tea!" Immediately, someone brought him a big tea mug, he took it, sang and sang, wiped his mouth, and said, "What do you want to hear?" The people in the audience shouted one after another: ,!Others called: "Remember Bethune", "Remember Bethune"!Someone hit the cannon again: "Yugong Yishan)} It sounds very good, last time I heard Guoer read the whole book.Guo'er listened to it with a smile, then shook her hand impatiently, and said, "I like it so much, I just read all the old three articles!" The people in the audience gave a loud bang, and then clapped their hands. Guo'er laughed and said, "Bai Niannian, is there such a good thing?" Then he laughed again, and someone threw coins at him, and one of them was thrown accurately. into his T-shirt.While trembling, Guo'er touched the back of the buttocks, and then the front of the crotch, and said with a smile: "Why did you slip to the front, why did you slip to the front." The people below saw it and laughed so hard Leaning forward and back together, including Ji Cao who was standing on the stage ready to fight, they also laughed together.Several women rushed up to fuck Guo'er, and laughed while reading, "What is Article 7 of the "Three Great Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention"?" Wow, you violated Article 7, what should you do? Everyone said, do you want to read rice cakes to him?" The people below, blind and dumb, all booed together, wanting to read rice cakes to Guoer, that is, four Picking up her feet and throwing them to the ground, Guo'er was so frightened that she cried out, "I'm a woman, I'm a woman, please don't tease me, okay?" Ji Cao has long been used to these nasty jokes that would never be heard in the Hang family's compound before, and she also knows why Guo'er said that today and they made such a fuss.These weak people under her have their weak ways to deal with this era of strong beams. Ah Shui also crossed his eyes and smiled, seeing that the general direction of the class struggle was about to be shifted. Then he woke up, knocked on the table quickly, Guoer coughed a few times, and finally started: "Our Communist Party and the Eighth Route Army and New Fourth Army led by the Communist Party are revolutionary teams. Our team completely serves the people and works for the interests of the people..." Straight to the point, this section is not memorized, but sung; and it's not the kind of song composed by Jie Fu, this section is sung with the tune of Yue opera, which is popular in Wushan and Yueshui. As soon as Guoer opened his mouth, the old women clapped their hands and said: Xu Pai! Just like Xu Yulan's Jia Baoyu!" Another old woman retorted: "I heard it is Fan Ruijuan's Liang Shanbo." "You're deaf, it's Xu Yulan's Jia Baoyu!" "Don't want a good one, even Fan Ruijuan's Liang Shanbo can't hear it!" "Jia Baoyu!" "Liang Shan is afraid!" "Jia Baoyu!" "Liang Shanbo!" "Stop arguing, it's time for Zhang Side to carry charcoal." Someone gave them a slap angrily, then they stopped, held their breath and listened intently. Guoer's "Old Three" is really well performed.The voice is like cracking silk, that's all right, it's rare to speak a pure Shaoxing dialect, which can be described as powerful, well-proportioned, ups and downs, cadences, coupled with movements and expressions, just like Hangzhou Xiaoluoshu, saying "old three articles" It became a big show.As soon as Guoer's Zhang Side appeared on the stage, people could not wait to go to the mountains to carry charcoal immediately; when it came to Bethune, he was selfless and dedicated to benefiting others, and traveled thousands of miles to China to devote himself to the Chinese people's war of resistance against Japan. Rushing all the way to the train station, buying a ticket and rushing to Vietnam to fight the US imperialists; Kicking a horse pole ten feet away, his legs were on the table. With fists in both hands, he picked up the feather duster that Ah Shui dropped on the table, and held it up high. That old Yugong became Wu Song, a tiger-fighting hero. With a heroic spirit, he soared straight into the sky.Everyone in the factory, big and small, on and off the stage, was dumbfounded and stunned.Ji Cao stood aside, and she couldn't help but think of her reading ancient prose with her father when she was a child. When she read Zhang Dai's "Tao An Meng Yi·Liu Jingting Storytelling", her father often read aloud: "...its descriptions and portrayals are not a hair of a person, but they find it again." Cut it clean, and don't whine. The sound of ridicule is like a giant bell. When it reaches the joints, it screams, and the house collapses. Wu Song went to the shop to drink, but there was no one in the shop. When he roared, the empty vats and porcelain in the shop were filled with urns. There is a sound..." After reading this, my father couldn't help admiring. I don't know whether Liu Jingting's book is good or Zhang Dai's writing is good.At this moment, Jicao watched Guo'er talking big books, and couldn't help but think, don't look at Guo'er is a blind man, seeking a wife is still a former whore, if he lives in Zhang Dai's hands, maybe he is also Liu Jingting. Just as he was thinking so wildly, the "Old Three Chapters" had finished, and Guo'er's mouth was frothy, and Ji Cao hurriedly handed him the tea in the big teapot on the stage.He gulped and drank again, everyone was dumbfounded, after much deliberation, no one could act out Chairman Mao's words like this, the lingering lingering lingering lingering sound, and the taste of meat in March is unknown.On the other hand, although Ji Cao stood in front of the stage, he applauded sincerely and said, "Guo'er is truly a talent!" Only then did Ah Shui realize that the prelude was over and the main drama should begin.Cross-eyed fluttered for a while, and shouted: "Give the capital roader Hang Zicao to list!" Guo'er heard this, exaggeratedly spewed out a mouthful of tea, put her hands on her chest, and said, "Oh, Mom, I'm going down!" Everyone laughed again. No one helped our Master Ah Shui, so we had to do everything by ourselves.Ah Shui pulled out a cardboard sign from the back of the chair, on which it was written crookedly: KMT smelly woman Hang Jicao, with a red cross on it stylishly, as if the person with this name was about to be pulled out shot. When Ji Cao saw the sign, he immediately broke away from the farce just now, and couldn't help but feel grief and indignation.She thought of Luo Li and the scene when she discussed divorce with him in Shiliping.She watched him sign the divorce agreement, and they cried a lot, Luo Li, I came all the way to Burma to marry you, is it just for this day! She snatched the hard card, tore it into several pieces, and threw it on Ah Shui's head, yelling: "You bastard! You dare, I see you dare!" Ah Shui thought it was okay, walking around outside these days to carry out revolutionary tandems, had he ever seen any of those ghosts and snakes who dared to tear off the signboard?He also yelled "I see you dare", and rushed forward to fight Hang Jicao, a capitalist roader, Tui Zhencao.But Ji Cao is not a submissive person, she screamed, her hair fell down, she tore down the cowshed, and jumped up desperately.This made Ah Shui really angry. He is not a person with no political qualities. He also belonged to the Qinghong Gang in the old society. He still has green dragons tattooed on his arms. Let me show you how powerful he is!While struggling, he yelled out of breath: "Chunguang, you still don't fuck me!" As soon as the words fell, a young man carrying a dung spoon rushed into the venue.This man was mentally ill, and every spring he would pinch some bruises from the arms of some young girls in the factory. People from Hangzhou said he was a flower madman.Chunguang was taken in to the factory to boil water, and she still sent grass to send her kindness, which really reflected the superiority of socialism.But he didn't understand that at all, and he did what he was told to do.Ah Shui made arrangements for him before the meeting, and he rushed out as soon as he gave an order. The dung spoon in his hand contained neither dung nor boiling water, but a spoonful of asphalt specially used for pouring asphalt roads.With a loud roar, he threw the dung ladle horizontally, all the people on the stage screamed, and Ah Shui screamed the most.He didn't wear much clothes, and he was fighting with Jicao, so a lot of it was burnt on his back, and the extra splash was poured on Jicao's head.Ji Cao's hair was thick, and although his skin and flesh were scalded, he didn't suffer much, but the asphalt part stuck to his hair and formed a cake, which couldn't be pulled off no matter what. Little Brown did not catch up with this farce of the Cultural Revolution by the small townspeople in Hangzhou.He had a rest that day, but his mother asked him to stay at home, in case the work-in-law in the residential area came to seize the house while there was no one in his house.Unexpectedly, Guo'er felt the way and reported to him.Guo'er is invisible and exaggerated, out of breath, and almost dies when he speaks, can little Brown be in a hurry?He rushed to the hospital without closing the door, fortunately it was a false alarm, so Ah Shui became the real rescue target.Jicao had a premonition, and waved his hand to let Brown go home, but Brown refused, and stayed with his mother to finish the medicine, and pushed her back with a bicycle.Unexpectedly, in just a short while, the old worker's daughter-in-law had already brought the rebels to pry the floor of their house.Little Brown quit. He picked up a wooden stick and tried to go up, but was stopped by the grass.Little Brown jumped and called, "Mom, I beat them to death, and I will carry you to Yunnan!" Ji Cao dragged his son out of the alley and said, "Your father still wants to come to your wedding." At this moment, the stars are thin and the wind is tight, and the moon is in the sky. When Hang Fangyue is hesitating in the ancient deep alleys of Hangzhou, Jicao and Brown, mother and son, are licking their wounds on the wooden chair under the big camphor tree by the Sixth Park of West Lake. Behind them is a huge stone lion statue, a statue of a warrior, and behind them is the lakeside road.There are rebellions everywhere, only the West Lake is still as gentle as ever in the dark night.Heartbroken for his mother, Brown told her to lie down on a bench with her head in his lap.The wind on the lake was very hot, and so was Little Brown's knees. Little Brown could feel his mother's weak body trembling. He gently stroked his mother's cut and bruised body, and said, "Mom, you must rest assured that I am your son, and I will be here with you." Ji Cao sighed and said, "I don't know how your father is doing now?" "I think Dad might be better in there," Brown replied thoughtfully. The mother agreed with her son's words: "At least it won't be like what we are doing now, beaten half to death, poured asphalt on the head, pried the floor bare, and kicked out of the house, lying by the West Lake, watching the lightning in the sky, and being exposed to heavy rain." When she said this, there was a thunder, and the rain fell.Little Brown jumped up lightly.Said: "Mom, I won't let you get in the rain." He lifted his mother up, then jumped into a covered boat on the bank, held hands, and helped his mother onto the boat . Little Brown's original intention was to jump into the boat temporarily to hide from the rain, but unexpectedly, the cable of the boat was not fastened to the shore, and as soon as he got on the boat, he left the lake immediately after eating enough.In addition, it rained heavily, and all the people on the shore ran away, and the boat was swimming freely on the lake, but no one came to take care of them. At the beginning, Jicao was a little flustered, but his son cried out, "Great, let's let this boat continue to swing until we reach Jinsha Harbor, and then we will go ashore to Longjing, and we will go to Sister Pan's place. There are scissors over there, and I'll trim your hair." "You can really think, and then?" "Let's talk later." Little Brown replied, "If I get married soon, you can move to Wengjiashan with me, and we can pick tea together. That's a very happy thing." "Is there such a good thing? Cross-eyed will let me go "He has to lie on the bed for at least half a month." Ji Cao lay on the armchair of the small boat, gritted his teeth and said, "What a vicious cross-eyed man, I took him in back then!" Little Brown's answer this time was a little bit happier: "Mom, there is still a pot of hot water and two teacups here. Sniff, there are everything here, there is also a bag of olives, and half a bag of mountain slices. What's-haha, there's half a loaf of bread here." It is estimated that these things are left by customers during the day.Little Brown stuffed all these things in front of his mother's eyes without any explanation, but he walked to the bow of the boat, facing the storm and wind above his head.Ji Caoqiu got up, and saw his son with his back facing her and his legs spread apart, his hair was messed up by the wind and stood on end.From the angle of looking up, he looks very tall.At this time, there was thunder and lightning, strong winds, their small boat was bumping on the lake, the lake was enlarged countless times under the lightning, the West Lake instantly became a vast ocean, a place without the other side.Fear and pain made her withdraw her body quickly.The heavy rain fell, and the lightning illuminated the spire of Baoji Pagoda and the broken bridge at Baidikou from time to time.Ji Cao leaned on the chair and drank tea, ate the half piece of bread mouthful, watched his son get back into the cabin excitedly, and said, "Mom, I urinated on the West Lake." Ji Cao said: "West Lake is not a place to pee." Brown said, "I know, but I just want to pee on West Lake." Ji Cao looked at the silhouette of his son in the dark, sighed, lay down, and fell asleep in a while caught. Hang Fangyue, the adoptive son of the Hang family, faced the sudden storm with the same wisdom but in different ways.He jumped on the tram from Gongding Bridge to Nanxing Bridge.Found the most corner spot on the last row of trams.He was half asleep and half awake in a daze, jumping up and down from the north end of Hangzhou City to the west end, hitting back and forth several times.It wasn't until a conductor came over to him and asked him seriously: "Serving the people, how many times have you taken the train?" did he wake up in fright, took out a handful of tickets and said, "I bought a ticket." The conductor ignored his answer at all, and raised his voice sternly and stubbornly: "I said serve the people, what about your ears?" Fang Yue asked me, not knowing how to answer.On the contrary, an old man next to him was enthusiastic, pushed him and said, "Hurry up and say that rebellion is justified!" Fang Yue finally understood, and quickly shouted: "Rebellion is justified!" It was all funny, and the old man said: "You country people, your ideological consciousness is not that high." The conductor also laughed, and said: "Why did you say a word again? I asked you how many times you took the bus. Do you remember?" Can't get up?" Hang Fangyue quickly put on a pitiful face, and said in Mandarin from southern Zhejiang: "I came from Longquan, it was raining heavily, and I couldn't recognize the way for a while, so I had to take shelter from the rain in the tram. I don't know how long I sat." It's time for a train." The conductor said: "It's really a birthday, look, it's sunny early." She finally spoke normally Hangzhou slang that Fang Yue could understand.Fang Yue looked up and saw that he was going to Gonggao Bridge again, and said quickly, "I'll get off now, I'll get off right away." The conductor also said, "You're honest, I won't hold you accountable." The old man also said : "Yes, yes, we are all from all corners of the country, and we have come together for a common revolutionary goal." After saying that, he jumped out of the car with Fang Yue, and then said softly: "You guy is considered a You're lucky, ghosts and snakes have been caught in the carriage every day these days." Fang Yue broke out in a cold sweat when he heard it, shrank his head, didn't dare to say a word, thanked him, and walked in the opposite direction to the old man. He looked at his watch, it was already midnight.In the Gongyuanqiao area, the workers of Hangyimian and Hangsilian have already left work for middle shifts, and those who get off work night shifts have also gone to work.The surroundings are so dark, and a street lamp above the darkness highlights the desolation of the world; and the trash can under the street lamp, and a dog looking for food next to the trash can further accentuate the desolation of night travelers .What kind of night walker is this? In him, can you still see every bit of a romantic talent from the Academy of Fine Arts?The only thing he can think about now is where to shrink to sleep, where is there a place for Fang Yue in the vast world? Walking forward in a daze, he suddenly smelled a strong stench, and a big river, black and silent, lay in front of him.It's the Grand Canal, and I smell the familiar smell again.Fang Yue cheered up a little bit, at least, the stench of the Grand Canal accepted him.There are also arched high bridges, tall stone bridges, arching their bodies in the dark, silently spanning the canal.He wobbled onto the bridge, stood at the head of the bridge, and looked at the water.In the distance, there are also tug-chug tugboats approaching.How easy it is to die, just one jump down! Fang Yue looked up to the sky. After a heavy rain, the night sky was washed, and the crescent moon hung in the sky again.Fang Yue turned his head subconsciously, there was no relative behind him, not even brother Wangyou.He thought of his white figure, and his worried eyes when he sent him out of the mountain.He begged his brother over and over again to go back to the hometown where he was born: Come to the West Lake, come to the bustling city outside the mountains.Wangyou just shook his head, he said he likes the mountains, he is used to living under the white tea tree.Fang Yue couldn't understand his brother at that time. He thought that Wangyou lived in seclusion in the mountains because he couldn't get rid of the inferiority complex of a disabled person.He said, "Brother, come back to the city with me, and I will support you." Wangyou smiled and said, "Yueer, who will support whom?" It didn't take many years for brother Wangyou to say it right.After he became a rightist, he was able to receive money from Wangyou every month.My savior, you are still saving me after decades.I miss you, I can't live without you.Desperation made him bow his head, and he searched for the shadows of his relatives in the dark river.No, no one will emerge from such murky waters.We Hang people are clean, we cannot live in turbidity. During college, Fang Yue came here to write life stories and draw sketches. At that time, he knew that there are actually three kinds of water in Hangzhou: West Lake water, Qiantang River water and Grand Canal water.People choose water to live, so there are three kinds of people in Hangzhou: those who belong to the West Lake, those who belong to the Qiantang River, and those who belong to the Grand Canal.One is elegant, one is brave, and the other is humble, Fang Yue trembled. Someone patted him from behind and asked in a shrill voice, "Hey, what are you doing here?" Fang Yue trembled, turned around, recognized her for a long time, and finally recognized that she was Laicai who was in charge of the phone in Yangbatou. He suddenly patted his head and said, "I still owe you the phone bill, so I'll give it to you. Here you go." Laicai shook her shoulders and said, "You're still clear-headed. I thought you were going to commit suicide by jumping into the river." Fang Yue just remembered and asked her what she was doing here.Laicai said: "I am from here. The rock under your feet is the place where my father brought me here. If I don't come here, where should I go?" It turned out that Laicai's adoptive father was a fish seller in Gonggaoqiao. He picked up her baby girl at the head of the bridge once when he was going to the morning market, raised her up and then sold it.Despite this, Laicai still misses the kindness of her adoptive father.When the adoptive father died, his house was inherited as a matter of course.After twelve o'clock at night, she stopped calling, and she would come back sometimes to have a look, and rush back early the next morning.Unexpectedly, I saw the rightist Hang Fangyue here.She had been staring behind him for a while, thinking he was going to kill himself.Seeing that he didn't intend to die, I felt relieved, but I couldn't forget the old habit. I slapped Fang Yue's shoulder with a slender hand and said, "Oh, you scared me to death. You are going to die. How can I talk to you tomorrow?" Dad said go. Let me tell you, it’s better to die than to live. I came back from there in 1962. When I was a spy, I took off my shoes and socks, and my feet were bare in June. I came to this bridge to pull coal trucks. That pain, blisters on the soles of my feet, really made me go crazy. Later I asked me if a blind man would marry or not, and I thought to myself, what kind of blind man will marry the dead, so let’s talk about living first. You see, I’m not surviving now Is it?" She looked around herself with self-pity, and said, "Fang Yue, don't think that I have said this to many people, I only said it to you, because I am afraid that you will seek death again if I leave .I save a life and build a seven-level pagoda—goodbye!" She beckoned to Fang Yue again, twisted her slender waist and big buttocks, and got off the bridge.Fang Yue was so stupid that he hadn't recovered yet, the squeaky voice came back again, this time he told him her address in Gonggaoqiao, and said: "When will you come to my place to play, don't think that your Hang family There is good tea, and I also have good tea here!" Then he disappeared on the big stone bridge in the middle of the night with a twist. Fang Yue was stunned, and stroked the shoulder that had been patted by Laicai. The woman's palm was warm and smooth. He felt a kind of poignant happiness, and a kind of courage to live spontaneously.He patted the railing with his palm, it was cold and hard, completely different from a woman's feeling.The stinky water of the Grand Canal gleamed brightly and brightly, spreading thickly under his body, stretching to a place far away that could not be seen.In such a short moment, Hang Fangyue corrected his thoughts.He thought, the Grand Canal is not really humble, the Grand Canal leads to all living ways.Hang Fangyue decided to be a conscious pariah.He had already found a place where the untouchables slept, under the bridge, next to the canal, it was too smelly for the patrol to go there. The next morning, Longjing Elementary School in the tea township in the western suburbs of Hangzhou was fairly quiet.The school has not yet started for the summer vacation, and a few young teachers who want to make revolution have gone to the city to carry out activities. Although the rebellion in the countryside is also fierce, as a cultural revolution, it is always slower than in the city when it starts. After a few more visits, I ran to Yanxia Cave and smashed some stone statues of Bodhisattvas.There is a lot of Longjing tea, but not much of the four old teas. Yesterday I wasted a day, but today I let go of a yard. Even so, Hang Pan, a teacher at Longjing Primary School, was still terrified. He could no longer go to church, and he dared not go to the city again.Most of the pastors in Sicheng Church and Jesus Church were shocked. In the eyes of pagans, there is no God. They threw the Bible into the toilet or burned it—these lost lambs, these O Judas controlled by Satan. God is in Hang Pan's heart.She had almost the entire Bible by heart, and as she prayed, she took off her little crucifix from her neck, where she had hung it for decades, and now she was going to put it there and bring it home In the Mansheng pot in the mountains.壶里还放了那只古老的怀表，那是当年小掘一郎在湖上自杀前交给她的，她从来没有动过它，甚至连看也没有再看一眼。现在她拿起它来，看到了"江海湖侠赵寄客"七个字，眼睛就立刻闭了起来，头别转了过去。这几十年她就是以这样一种姿态面对生活的，这一次也准备这样。她想把壶送到胡公庙去保存，当年接待过父亲的老师父还活着呢，他们经常走动的。 在杭布朗眼里，盼姐姐是一个非常古怪的女人。她比母亲要瘦小得多，眼睫毛特别地长，还喜欢不停地眨眼睛，一眨，两只眼睛就成了毛茸茸的两团。她讲话的时候不停地夹着不知从哪里来的句子，因为不时地画十字，她看上去显得特别的手忙脚乱。寄草母子的突然到来显然使她措手不及。她哆哆喷嚏地让他们进来，又让寄草对着镜子坐下，在她脖子下面围上一块毛巾，说是要先把她头上的那些柏油去掉。但她手里拿着一把剪刀，上帝长上帝短地念叨了半天，也不知从何下手。最后还是寄草自己等不及了，接过剪刀说："自己来吧，我看上帝在这里也用不上。" 两个人就一声不响坐在一旁，看寄草自己处理臭柏油。寄草是大刀阔斧的，几剪刀下去，脚下就摊开了一地的粘着柏油的青丝。布朗捡起一缕，叫道："妈妈，你有白头发了！" 寄草说："早就白不过来了，这种日子，能不白发吗？" "我给你上山采何首乌去。盼姐姐，你们这里有何首乌吗？" "那得先看你盼姐姐这里能不能收留我们。" 盼儿就急切地眨起眼睛来，脸上就只看到那两团毛茸茸，说："主啊——除非我死了……" 寄草放下了剪刀，严肃地看着盼儿，说："定个规矩，从现在开始，杭家人谁也别说死。日本佬手里都没死呢，共产党能让人随便死吗？" 说完这话，她就让儿子再取一面镜子来，放到她脑后，她就反背过手来给自己剪发。一会儿，剪完了，满意地看看前后，说："人倒是显得年轻了。" 她让布朗到门口自来水龙头去打水，她要好好洗一下头，把斗鸡眼的晦气洗洗掉。布朗走出门外，却发现自来水龙头前站着一个叫花子一样的男人。他汗臭熏天，朝他笑着，还露出一口白牙，结结巴巴地问："为、人民、民、服务，你是谁？" "你是谁？"布朗反问。 那人轻轻笑了起来，说："你、应该、应该说造反有理，然后再说，我是布朗。" 狮峰山下老龙井胡公庙内，老师父以茶待客。这里早已不是香火鼎盛之处了，老师父抱得一个养子，从此也过起俗家生活。只是龙井茶人心善，并不多去打搅他们。胡公虽在杭州名气不大，但在浙中一带，可是以大帝称之的，永康方岩，他的香火旺盛得很呢。只是香火到胡公的葬身之地却已经断了脉，一年到头，竟然也没几个人来拜访，庭前那两株宋梅，也就只管自己纷纷地且开且落，反倒让那从前庙里的师父还能过上几天清静日子。盼儿把抗家几个不速之客一起请到了这里，也是心想这里人少，造反派一时也不会抄到这里来。谁知一到庙门才发现情况不妙，胡公庙的一进院子已经被人扒了大门，显然已经被人破过了四旧。师父一见他们就合掌念阿弥陀佛，说："你们可是来巧了，昨日还有一批红卫兵来造反，把大门也砸了，我跪在地上，求他们不要再往里砸。真是菩萨保佑，小将们竟然退了，只把那里面老龙井的龙头给砸了，你们来看看，你们来看看，阿弥陀佛，总算门前的那十八棵御茶保住了。" 胡公庙前那块三角地带上的十八棵御茶，已经被挖得七零八落，不成样子了。布朗不知那御茶的来历，说："什么御茶，皇帝的茶吗？皇帝种的吗？皇帝能种茶吗？" 茶倒不是皇帝种的，但也不能说和皇帝一点也挨不上边，红卫兵来破这里茶的四旧，也不是没有一点革命道理。原来乾隆六下江南到杭州，倒是有四次来过这西湖茶区——骑马来到了狮子峰下的胡公庙前时，于石桥边勒缓下马，在溪边那块三角茶地采了茶叶，夹在书中，一骑红尘，差人送往京城，请皇太后品尝。因茶被书给夹扁了，从此龙井茶形扁；因乾隆亲手采过胡公庙前的茶，所以被封为十八棵御茶。 寄草刚刚活过一口气，就说："哪里就真的是乾隆手里封的茶，不过是后人借了皇帝之名来抬高茶的地位罢了。若说它们都是封资修，那么中国人只好从此闭口不喝茶了。" 见大家都没情绪响应她，又对垂头丧气的方越说："别臭烘烘地站着说话，赶快到后面老龙井把自己冲一冲。" 那老龙井就在胡公庙后面，一渝深潭，生着年深日久的绿苔，伏其前，一股寒气扑面而来。明代张岱曾有记载，说此地的水是如何的好，泉眼上方还刻有老龙井三字，早已被杂草盖了，经师父指点，众人才看出来的，师父说，听说这三个字还是苏东坡写的。 那只龙头已经身首异处，从山岩上细细流下的泉水不再从龙嘴里流出，而是直接淌人潭中。 杭盼这才捧着那曼生壶过来，对师父说："我想把这把壶埋在老龙井旁边。" 老师父看看壶，说："曼生壶啊，真是可惜。" "总比让人砸了好。"寄草也小心捧过壶来，细心摸着，"这把壶还是我义父当年送给父亲的呢，他自己是宁为玉碎不为瓦全的，地下见了这把壶，怕不是要倒过来说，宁为瓦全不为玉碎呢。" 方越却突然难得地来了一句机锋，说："本来就是瓦嘛，泥中来，泥中去，倒也是物有所归。" 寄草却说："被你那么一说，你也不必去试制什么官窑了，制出来，还不是等着被毁被埋。" 方越听到这里，突然心里一阵悲哀，没有了说话的兴趣。原来他们这个组，自攻克了龙泉青瓷这个课题之后，就开始把目标定在了南宋官窑上。南宋官窑，堪称陶瓷史上的世界级宝贝，南宋之后便神秘地消亡了，至今出土的，还不足三位数。方越他们一群高智商的工程师技术员，花了那么些年，也没把它的配方找出来。可一旦要毁它，眼嘟一声就够了。现在想来，历史上也不知道有多少次这样的毁灭，最美的东西总是最容易被毁灭的吧。他心里的荒诞感像一个无底洞，不知要把他的灵魂带到何方。为了不让自己陷人在这种向下坠的情绪中，他拿起铲子工作，就在老龙井旁，挖了一个很深的洞，把用木板箱装好的曼生壶轻轻地放了进去，埋上土之后，又在那上面移种了一株新茶。在做这一些的时候，他们中没有人再说过一句话。