Chapter 79 Chapter Sixteen

Such gloomy, humid and cold weather can only be found in the south of the Yangtze River.The snow came prepared, first there was endless light rain, like the tears of a complaining woman, and then the north wind began to freeze slowly and thicken, as if forming thin ice, condensing into glass peaks falling from the sky, hanging in mid-air.After that, snow hailstones began to beat down sparsely. In the early morning, Ye Zi, the hostess of the Hang family, quietly got up and started her day's work.This Japanese woman who used to be like a silk man has long since evolved from a young grandmother to an aging housewife in Hangzhou.She was not tall in the first place, but when she got older, she really became a pretty little old woman from Jiangnan, China.Although she hasn't worn a kimono for most of her life, she still keeps the small steps that Japanese women take when they wear a kimono.Her movements are becoming more and more like her small steps, small and small, sneezing, any small matter, in her hands, will be broken down into a lot of things.This is a bit like the Japanese tea ceremony she learned since she was a child. The tea is only tasted once, but there are more than a thousand movements.

Like her neighbors, in order to save coal, she gets up every morning to light the coal stove.The coal stoves are all delivered at the gate, facing the street.Everything needs a ticket now, and briquettes are no exception.Ye Zi's life is counted, and if he can save a briquette, he can be regarded as a good family manager. In the gloomy sky, there is a strange and dangerous whiteness, which is the kind of light that has an ominous omen.The snow hailstones hit the coal stove, making a sharp and fine noise.There was a heavy snowfall not long ago, and then the weather warmed up for a few days.It was New Year's Eve, and it should be snowing again, but the festive atmosphere of the New Year was gone.It is said that the lunar calendar year is abolished across the country.Not letting people celebrate the New Year is something that Ye Zi, who has lived in China for most of her life, has never encountered.This can be considered a new thing, Ye Zi secretly feels that she is a foreigner, she doesn't understand all these things that happened suddenly in this country.This is really an incredible thing, she is not afraid of death, she even survived the most difficult days during the Japanese Occupation, and she is amazingly calm in the face of those sudden disasters.But these long days of latent anxiety and ominous events surrounding her have gradually worn down her will.

Jiahe quietly came to her side, he came out to carry the coal stove for Ye Zi.The coal stove hadn't been turned on yet, flames and smoke were rising from the top of the torch, Ye Zi suddenly pointed at it with the cattail fan in his hand, and asked, "Hey, look, does it look like the tall hat you wear when parading?" Jiahe looked at the torch in surprise. He suddenly remembered Fang Yue who was dragged to swim across the street. He shook his head angrily and answered, thank you for thinking it out.While saying that, she put the umbrella over Ye Zi's head.The snow was falling heavily, and flakes began to flutter in the air.Ye Zi put her hands in her sleeves, stared at the flames on the torch and said, "It's okay for those who go to work to go to work, but if the students don't go to work, why doesn't anyone come to say hello except Yingshuang?"

Jiahe said: "It's not that you don't know if you have to let him go. How can he sit on his oily ass? Maybe he went to pick up Jiaping, and I don't know if he can get him back." Ye Zi was even more depressed, and said: "It's the same for getting tea. What are you busy with? He is not a middle school student, and he has never been involved. Why has there been no news for more than a month. He lives in Hangzhou City. There is always a Let’s take a personal picture, what do you think?” Jiahe thought, it's better not to say anything to Ye Zi, how could she figure it out, what role does Decha play now?She will be scared to death.

Although Chinese New Year is not like Chinese New Year for a family, Ye Zi decided to create a Chinese New Year atmosphere.After eating Paofan, Yingshuang was about to change into new clothes, and she was going to beat eggs to make egg dumplings.Yesterday I queued for a whole day, and finally bought a catty of eggs and two catties of meat. Yingshuang thought of her mother and cried a lot at night, but it was much better when she got up in the morning, ate gnocchi and put on new clothes.Since the incident of the reactionary slogan, she has been playing truant at home, anyway, the school is in a mess and does not start classes.Now when Grandma was changing her new smock, she remembered it and asked, "Grandma, is Uncle Brown coming today?"

Ye Zi said, "Why do you ask this?" "Second brother has a fight with him." Yingshuang used a ridiculous word, "with a woman." "That's nonsense." Ye Zi talked to Ying Shuang in pure Hangzhou dialect. After all, it was a woman, and this kind of topic was naturally interesting.Yingshuang was able to hear from grandma's words that she didn't blame her, so she became even more excited, and said: "Uncle Brown was very good with that Xie Aiguang a while ago. Xie Aiguang is the classmate of the second brother. The second brother As soon as she came back, she made friends with her second brother. Uncle Brown has no one to take care of, so he had to come to see me, and took me to Tianzhu several times."

Jiahe tapped Yingshuang's head with a brush, and said, "What are you talking about! You're so young, you're the same as Dibao grandma!" "Dibao grandma" is a disrespectful name Hangzhou people have for those who specialize in spreading gossip, but Jiahe's tone to Yingshuang is not strict, and Yingshuang is not afraid of grandpa, and he goes on to say, "I won't lie to you." Yes, grandpa, we really went to Tianzhu several times, and Uncle Brown took me there on his rest day. We also saw many thousand-year-old tortoises. They all turned upside down, belly up, ouch, I won’t talk about it, I Stop talking."

Yingshuang seemed to have thought of something, suddenly her face turned pale, she didn't turn her head away, and let her grandma change her clothes without saying a word.The two elders looked at each other, knowing what the little girl thought of again.Jiahe suddenly said, "Go, go to the big brother's house and take out the inkstone for grandpa. You can do it right now and grind the ink. Grandpa wants to write Spring Festival couplets." Yingshuang forced a smile, it was the smile of a considerate adult, which showed that she fully understood why the grandfather wanted her to fight, but she did not violate the adult's kindness.As soon as she left with the key, Ye Zi asked her husband in a low voice, "Why is the turtle's belly turned upside down, I can't even understand it."

But Jiahe understood it as soon as he heard it.It turns out that Shangtianzhu, like many temples in China, has a release pool in front of the temple.In the previous dynasties of Shangtianzhu, it was a place full of incense, and there were naturally many good men and women who came to the release pond to release animals.When Jiahe was young, he followed his grandmother to Shangtianzhu to let the turtle go.Before releasing the animals, the age is usually engraved on the shell of the tortoise, and sometimes a bronze medal is strung on it to prove when the animals were released by whom.That tortoise really deserves the "thousand year". Jiahe once saw a tortoise from the Qianlong era in Tianzhu Temple with his own eyes.How many dynasties have lived, the Japanese have not been robbed, and now they are all dead.The solution is the simplest. Now that the monks in the temple have been expelled, no one dares to control the rebellion of the rebels, so the rebels have come up with weird tricks.Don't talk about shitting and urinating in the Daxiong Palace, fishing in the release pond is also annoying, so just put a wire down, and the fish, shrimp, snails, spiders and millennium turtles in the pond will all be killed.What can the Buddhists do with these people?They also said that there are eighteen levels of hell, but there is no such thing as electrocution among the thirty-six punishments.Jiahe has always been a person who hides secrets. When he hears these things, he will take them to his stomach and never tell adults or children.Hearing that Brown took Yingshuang to this kind of place without telling him, he couldn't help but get angry, thinking that when Brown came, he should tell him well, so that Yingshuang wouldn't be irritated again.

"I don't know when Pan'er will arrive. Normally, at this time, she should go down the mountain." After worrying about her grandson, Ye Zi began to worry about her daughter. "It's snowing today, it's hard to say. It may be later, so don't worry about it." The two old men were gossiping, Yingshuang had already fetched the large square inkstone, it was his son Hang Yi's relic, the Venus style Shiyunxingyueyue inkstone.Ye Zi cracked the eggs and said, "Is this year's Spring Festival couplets still written?" Jiahe said, "Don't you want to make egg dumplings too?"

"Then do you still write like last year?" Ye Zi stared at him.Jiahe smiled lightly and said, "What did I write last year?" "You can't remember what you wrote last year? Didn't Yihuai still argue with you—" Ye Zi paused suddenly, it turned out that she also leaked words sometimes.Jiahe shrank his eyes, closed his eyes, and opened them again. Yingshuang, who was rubbing ink at the table over there, turned into Chen Yihuai. The fat man was still smiling, his right hand was retracted, and he was pressing the inkstone with his wrist. However, he rubbed the ink with his left hand, and said with a smile: "You write, you write, I want to see what kind of strength your Suiliang script has this year." Chen Yi is fond of calligraphy, but he knows that Jiahe always prefers Zhuhe's characters.Jiahe is different from Chen Yihuai. Chen Yihuai is a calligrapher in the city of Hangzhou. When he walks in the streets and alleys, it is often his signature.Jiahe is a tea merchant, and he only talks about the quality of the tea business, so he never reveals in front of others that he also likes to write.In the past, it was a rich family, and no one knew what he wrote when he closed the door.The strange thing is that the Wangyoulou mansion that Yangbatou entered five times later has become an authentic courtyard, and the neighbors still don't know that he can write.Although they lived with him, most of them kept him at a respectful distance. Even if someone knew about it, they didn't dare to bother him. When they got to Ye Zi, they blocked him and said, "Mr. Da can't write, he just practiced Qigong." Yes. The grandson was puzzled by how much tea he got, and asked: "Grandpa, I see that you have to post for a while every day. Your pig body is really the essence. Why don't you want to write for others?" Jiahe said: "One person only does one's own business. It is Mr. Chen's business to write for others, not mine. People can write with such muscles and bones with their left hands. Why should I use them?" Decha pondered for a long time , suddenly realized, alas, grandpa is still teaching him to be a man.Even if you have all kinds of talents, don't take the lead everywhere, do something and don't do something, giving up is not wise to protect yourself, but also a piece of jade pot ice heart for everyone, relatives and friends. But Jiahe didn’t write nothing, he always discarded something, for example, the painting “Tea Qiu Ming)} he gave to Decha was written by himself.Decha likes it very much. I called a friend of Xichiyinshe to be a bitch. I can't bear to hang it in his deep room with flowers and trees. I just take it out during the Qingming tea tasting time to have a look at it. Usually, in the dead of night, I take it out for myself. . "Tea Hill Ming" is not long, it was originally an article written by Du Luo, a famous poet in the early Qing Dynasty.This Du Luo is also a tea fanatic. After he cooks tea every day, he "clears up the tea dregs and puts them in a clean place. At the end of the year, they gather and seal them, which are called tea hills."I also specially wrote this "Tea Hill Ming": "My relationship with tea is also the friendship between life and death. Sex also has fate, and life also has sex. There are cold and heat in the sky, and dangers in the earth. The world is always changing, and the encounter is smooth. Reverse. The gap between the streams and the hunger and fullness. My good tea does not change its degree. The clear spring is alive with fire, and I will never let it go. Counting all the expenses of the guests, tea accounts for half of it. There is no shortage of food and no shortage of tea. " Jiahe said to Decha: "You are engaged in tea research. I have some bits and pieces of these things. I will copy them for you when I see them. If you are a bitch in this article, you will be a bitch. Don't do that again. How many calligraphers from ancient times to the present, and how many can be handed down?" In addition to copying these materials, I also write Spring Festival couplets every New Year's Eve.He is doing his part in this matter, Chen Yihuai can only help him at this time, while grinding the ink, Fatty Chen complained: "You, you, you, you really know your mind. It's just me, Chen Yihuai. You can see your attitude at the critical moment, don't you think so? After all, you still don't recognize my face, you still recognize your own body." Every time at this time, Jiahe smiled slyly and replied: "Yan Zhenqing is certainly the governor of Huzhou, after all, unlike Ronghe River, he can be regarded as a Hangzhou native." Even at this time, he was unwilling to be in front of his old friends Admittedly, he actually prefers his own words. _ Jiahe likes Zhuti, of course not because of fellowship.Zhu Suiliang has won the true biography of the king's head, but Jiahe's favorite is his regular script in his later years. He learns from Wang Youjun and can be unique, and retains a strong official script color. , rigorous and charming, that subtlety can only be understood but not expressed in words.All of these, Jiahe's disposition, are shown in the characters of various styles. It is also Aiwujiwuba, and even Cuo Suiliang's fate has become the content of Jiahe's sigh.Zhu Suiliang opposed Gaozong's making Wu Zetian the queen. When he arrived, he threw his order in front of the emperor, kowtowed and bled, and kept saying that he would return to the field. Gaozong almost killed him.Later, when Wu Zetian came to power, Suiliang was demoted again and again, and was actually demoted to today's Vietnam. A generation of masters died thousands of miles away like this.Jiahe likes this kind of personality. Although he is not violent, he never takes a step back. Driven secretly by this temperament, he wrote a couplet last year: The dust in front of the door is three thousand feet, and it does not reach the tea bowl of the smoker.For this reason, he almost got into an argument with Chen Yihuai.When Chen Yihuai saw that he had written such a picture, he didn't bother to say that his handwriting was more precise, he just said: "What are you, it's not Wen Weiming's poem, it's not a pair either. " "I have never believed in what is right and wrong. My late father knew that the law was impossible. Do you still remember the pair at the Wangyou Tea House? Who is suffering for tea, and it is as sweet as nourishment? This is not a pair ? But the above two poems." Chen Yihuai nodded and admitted that Hang's method was helpless, but he still asked with lingering fear: "Are you really planning to stick it on the door?" Jiahe said again: "Why, I still have to stick to Xiangyang's family, Chun Changzai, or listen to someone and go with someone!" His words were simply reactionary remarks, which scared Ye Zi and Chen Yihuai who were present like thunder, their faces were earthy, and they closed the door with a sound of "swelling" like the wind, pointed at Jiahe, stomped their feet and beat their chests, and said, "What are you talking about?" , aren't you afraid that someone will report on you?" Jiahe threw the brush away, pointed at them and said, "Who reported? Is it you, or you?" After saying this, the two people were stunned.Only then did Jiahe go to the door and opened it to let the sunlight in, saying, "It's true that the vegetation on Bagong Mountain is full of soldiers." Those two were still staring at him blankly, he also sighed, and said softly: "If I don't believe in you, I believe in myself, would I say that? Look at when I said this in front of the juniors." If there are people in the neighbors, when will they say such things. I, Hang Jiahe, am not a human being? I have said such a sentence all year round, and I can’t say it? You also want to let me out!" Even though he said this, he still dropped the picture and replaced it with another picture with only eight words: people are as light as chrysanthemums, and spirits are as clear as tea.Then he said, "What do you think of this picture?" Chen Yihuai nodded and said, "It's a good match to put this picture on your door. Put it on my door. When students come to pay New Year's greetings, they have to think, why is Teacher Chen so unrevolutionary?" Jiahe just laughed and said, "Fatty Chen, you still have to find ways to scold me. Forget it, if there is no revolution, there will be no revolution. Please post it for me." This pair of couplets was pasted on the door for half a year, and it was not until the Four Olds were swept away in June that Ye Zi hurriedly swept it away.Now I want to post Spring Festival couplets, how should I write them?What to write?Chen Yihuai's bright laughter disappeared forever, and was smashed to death by his students with a samovar; La, Bian Fumao, Tianxianglou, Fang Yuhe, all abolished as the Four Olds, their names are gone, so what is the use of those signboards with names written on them?Jiahe silently looked at Yingshuang who was grinding the ink, while melting Wang Yipin's Yanghaohu brush with warm boiled water, thinking, if Decha is here, maybe he can make me a couplet.But will he come back?Can he still think that his relatives are waiting for him? On the eve of the Spring Festival in D67, the wind and rain were dark, bending the bamboo forest in the outskirts of Hangzhou. The revolution was going on like a fire, and Wu Kun was also working day and night on the "exposing, criticizing and investigating" of Jiangnan University. To this day, he and Hangzhou Disagreement between tea has become an irreconcilable life-and-death class struggle. Not long ago, there was a serious conflict between the Hangzhou faction and the Wu faction of Jiangnan University. The cause began with the criticism of Yang Zhen, and the criticism of Yang Zhen began with the Hangzhou faction's exposing of Wu Kun.The big-character posters were overwhelming overnight, and Wu Kun suddenly became synonymous with chameleons and little reptiles, and a revolutionary object with serious political problems.Zhao Zhengzheng stomped his feet angrily, and said, "Hangdecha bastard, he deliberately doesn't let you celebrate the New Year!" Of course Wu Kun was more calm than Zhao Zhengzheng, but he still felt a little guilty.While putting on his coat, he explained: "No one should act rashly without me." Zhao Zhengzheng grabbed him and asked, "Where are you going?" Wu Kun broke her hand and said, "Don't worry, I'll go find you." Someone to look for." Zhao Zhengzheng rushed forward and grabbed his coat collar, and said, "Go find Dad, I'll go with you!" Wu Kun got angry when he heard these two words, and he hated Zhao Zheng Competing to mention her "father", although he knew that these two words were indeed very important.He smiled hypocritically and said, "You don't have to worry about me, I can handle this by myself." Zhao Zhengzheng still grabbed his coat collar and did not let go, her fanaticism was really annoying, but he still couldn't He comforted her with discord and said over and over again: "Thank you, revolutionaries can stand any test, thank you for your revolutionary friendship..." And the revolutionary comrade Zhao Zhengzheng looked at him affectionately, and he could learn from her The sparkling eyes see something other than revolution, and that thing is very strong, no less than revolution.But the brighter that thing was, the more he wanted to talk about revolution with her: Robespierre, Fauche, the death of Marat...Only his revolutionary water could quench the lust in her eyes.He found that he was afraid of her, but why should he be afraid of her? Thinking about it now, he still has to admit that he and Zhao Zhengzheng were pretty good at first, even though he had heard about the samovar incident at that time, but he didn’t think it was a murderous act, he attributed it to the revolution of course.In the dead of night, they talked about the revolution for a while, and he began to tell his troubles, troubles in the field of his emotions.He knew that this trick was the most effective, and there was no young girl who would not be hooked.Besides, he had already drunk a little wine at this time, but he could still think that he had to use this rare opportunity to report his embarrassing position to the higher authorities. He didn't want to affect his political future because of Bai Ye and her biological father.It's within that narrative that things change.It should be said that the brief revolution made him quickly cross the river of women.Physically speaking, women are no longer novelties to him.The feeling of revolutionary plus is very strange, quite exciting, and irresistible.And deep down, he knew that it was vulgar and boring.So, we asked ourselves, it was his fault in the first place.Because he shot affectionate eyes at her frequently, then stood up and walked to her side, and then left her again, pulling her far and near for a while like a pimp, he had a sudden thought, please She sang Shaoxing opera "Sixteen Articles" and asked her to dance the ballet "The White-haired Girl".These are Zhao Zhengzheng's forte.She became excited, but she was embarrassed at first, and then she sang and danced, kicked her legs high, and performed difficult moves such as double flying swallows and kicking Zijinguan upside down, she couldn't stop.When I jumped to the red-headed rope, God helped me, and suddenly the light bulb went out.It was dark inside the house, and the night was long outside.Who knows what happened, they danced on the bed.The bed was small and the dance was not over.In the darkness, Wu Kun heard the girl's terrible panting, and her almost hysterical writhing.It cheered him up, and it was only the wind that everything was ready.At this moment, alas, at this moment, at this critical moment, the girl cried out!You can't call it what you call it, but you still want to call it... long live... Wu Kun was stunned for a moment, not believing his ears, but he soon heard the second, third and countless sounds... Long live, long live, long live... It's over, everything is over, psychological weakness and physical weakness appear at the same time, cold sweat on the back, and the whole body is paralyzed.He can't tell anyone about this matter, not even to the person involved, not even to himself.And he didn't understand himself, why he couldn't do it when he called Long Live. Does this mean that he doesn't like Long Live?He thinks he likes Long Live, but the problem is that when he thinks of this word, he will become weak. Like class struggle, it does not depend on people's will.So does Zhao Zhengzheng know this?He thought she would never know.She was hyper, agitated, and perhaps innocent.She stared at him with secret, wild passion written in her greedy eyes.She became more and more irritable, and he heard that she continued to beat people and became a famous female beater.Once he witnessed her slapping people hard once, so he talked to her about wanting to fight with words, not to fight with violence.She said, it is necessary to attack with words and defend with martial arts.He can't say no to her.She could say it all.When he talks about the British Revolution, she talks about the French Revolution; when he talks about revisionism, she talks about Bernstein; when he talks about Bakunin, she talks about Kowski.Her memory is amazing, the kind of morbid memory.If it wasn't for exercise, she'd probably be one of those weird scientists.In short, Wu Kun has discovered that getting rid of this Zhao Zhengzheng is by no means easier than pursuing Bai Ye.What's more, he can't offend Zhao Zhengzheng's father. He is deeply involved, and there are many things that are closely related to each other, and we share weal and woe.Does he really want to be entangled with such a woman for life?For a split second he flashed the question mark, his head hurt so much that his hair stood on end. Wu Kun is Zhao Zhengzheng's first love.She loves his spirit as well as his body.She will never understand what happened to her all her life-for a revolutionary, it is just a remnant, but for Zhao Zhengzheng, a beautiful girl who can dance, it is a knot of youth, and she fights it out with all her heart. Passion made her inspired like a lightning strike, and she naturally thought: Why Wu Kun didn't dare to touch that Yang Zhen, did he have a hidden heart for his father-in-law?No!She had never seen a person who was so determined to the revolution, he was just inconvenient to start.But it is inconvenient for him to start, so I will, why can't I drag Yang Zhen to the middle school to criticize?Let him touch the soul a few times, and he'll know how his granite head is opening up.Although she is young, she has seen many respected people kneeling in front of Chairman Mao's portrait and weeping bitterly.Are these old guys who have experienced the hail of bullets so weak in their knees?No, if you don't touch the flesh beforehand, how can you touch the soul afterwards?Wu Kun's fault lies in his kindness and softness. Until now, he hasn't waved his hand once during the movement.This time let me exercise revolutionary power on his behalf. Thinking of this, she hastily returned to school, gathered a group of comrades in arms, and rushed straight to Tianzhu. Among those guarding Yang Zhen on duty in Shangtianzhu was Weng Caicha, another female comrade-in-arms of Wu Kun.Although Wu Kun chased Bai Ye very hard, but he was lucky outside of Bai Ye.The two women expressed different but equally passionate feelings for him.For Weng Caicha, it was a total dedication of body and soul. She no longer shared the bed with Li Pingshui, and lived in their rebel headquarters most of the time.Whenever Wu Kun wanted her, she would pounce on her, and often cried in Wu Kun's arms, saying: "Divorce, I want a divorce, I don't want to live with this kind of person anymore." The movement, coupled with her big face covered with snot and tears like a silver plate, made Wu Kun close his eyes after one glance, and then simply turn off the light.He might as well touch the black eyes and see nothing—he raised his face, paying attention not to let his body get wet with the woman's face.The woman is a silly woman, so excited that she doesn't know the north, south, east, and west.In any case, her body was still a bit earthy, and he didn't feel disadvantaged when digging on it.He is also more at ease when Yang Zhen is handed over to her to guard.Picking tea is said to be one, unlike Zhao Zhengzheng, you say one, she can toss to ten. But this time, he really made a mistake. He really didn't expect that Zhao Zhengzheng would rush to Shangtianzhu to pick up Yang Zhen himself. He jumped up and down in a hurry to pick tea, and kept saying no, no, no, Yang Zhen was going to Beijing. , the center will come in handy.Zhao Zhengzheng squinted contemptuously at the poor and lower-middle peasant Ah Xiang, and said, "What do you know, do what you are told to do, and don't interfere with other things!" He escorted Yang Zhen to the school like lightning. The school had already organized a crowd, and the slogans were loud, and Yang Zhen was dragged and dragged onto the stage.It was a very cold winter, and Yang Zhen was wearing a gray wool coat, which was brought back from the Soviet Union when he was engaged in foreign affairs activities, and it looked like it was still about 70% or 80% new.As soon as he stood still, a Red Guard went up with a bucket of paste, looked at Yang Zhen's body as if looking at a big-character poster shed, brushed it twice, and skillfully painted the wet paste on the front of his coat. chest and back.Then there were two more swipes, the chest and back were like suspenders, and two big slogans were pasted, the front was "Yang Zhen is a big running dog", and the latter was "Down with Yang Zhen and dig out the backstage". Yang Zhen was obviously agitated by the group of young people vying for him just now, so he recovered a little bit.He is different from others. According to Hangzhou people, he is the kind of guy with one head and one brain. Another difference is that he was put under house arrest when the movement started.Although there are times when they are pulled out, he has never experienced large-scale criticism like a storm, and he only acts according to his own ideas.The audience was chanting slogans, but without thinking, he suddenly struck out with both hands forward and backward, and he tore off the two slogans, stepped forward a few steps, and placed the slogans on the rostrum in front of Zhao Zhengzheng.He said: "It's okay to criticize me, but don't engage in personal attacks. Yang Zhen, I am not a dog, and Yang Zhen, I have no backer." Zhao Zhengzheng was taken aback, and everyone opened their mouths in shock. The commotion in the venue suddenly stopped, and everyone stared at this old guy.Seeing that the old guy took the initiative to walk to the corner of the stage to stop, he added another sentence: "Let's start!" Like martial arts masters, the two male students jumped from the stage to the stage at once, trying to grab Yang Zhen's hands, but Zhao Zhengzheng blocked them.She didn't say a word, as if she didn't need to move her mouth at all, she just waved her hand, and the young general who was carrying the paste bucket just now went up and did it exactly the same as before.People near the stage saw the old guy moving his mouth, and they called out: "What did he say? What reactionary speech did he say?" The stupid and stupid said: "He said you were wasting your time, and doing so is not in line with the spirit of the Central Committee. ." So I was silent, I don't know whether it was confusion, shock or bewilderment, because the criticism meeting has been held until now, and such a thing has never been encountered before.In a few moments, there was a thunder on the ground, and no one knew who shouted: "Fight!" The deadlock was broken immediately, and the mountains and seas responded with lightning and thunder: "Fight...Fight...Fight..." I don't know how many people rushed to the stage. Anyway, the people who were criticized have disappeared, and the stage is full of thugs.They beat Yang Zhen so fiercely that Yang Zhen's figure was immediately buried in a group of lively youthful bodies.They jumped up and down on the stage, making sea noises, and clenched their fists, as if Yang Zhen was a sandbag and they were practicing martial arts.A group of yellow military uniforms swarmed here for a while, and swarmed there for a while, making a noise like a big wave in a rough sea.Zhao Zhengzheng suddenly realized that this was not going to work, and she shouted into the microphone: "Comrades, keep alive, keep alive, still useful, keep alive!" The audience immediately reminded each other: "Keep alive, keep alive!" It's useful, it's useful, it's useful!" Those people withdrew their fists and jumped off the stage like dumplings, and Yang Zhen reappeared.He was knocked down to the ground, blood flowed all over his body, and his head was bright red.People continue to shout slogans, until now, the real criticism can not be regarded as the beginning, this is just a show of authority.He struggled to get up, staggering several times, like a slaughtered animal.The people in the audience, from shouting to silence, watched him crawl silently, like watching a thrilling movie.He finally stopped, raised his head and looked at the audience, who could clearly see how two streams of nosebleeds gushed out from his face and flowed to his chest. It was the third time that the person carrying the bucket of mush came to the stage, and this time, even he himself was a little embarrassed.The way he walked was a bit awkward, and someone below was already laughing at him, which made him really embarrassed.This is also something he has never encountered since he started carrying a bucket of mud. To put up a slogan for a bull ghost, he has to post it three times, which can only show his incompetence and his self-esteem has been hurt.At first he didn't feel much about Yang Zhen, just an ordinary old bull ghost, but now it's different, he has a personal grudge against him!As soon as his brain got hot, he suddenly became ruthless, dumped a bucket of sticky chucks on Yang Zhen's body, then took out a large roll of slogans, and threw seven or eight strips on Yang Zhen's body, covering his head completely. Stop, the white slogan tape hangs down, Yang Zhen looks like Bai Wuchang.This unexpected effect obviously made the young people very happy. People couldn't help applauding, and Zhao Zhengzheng took the lead.The atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and now, the stubborn old guy just now turned into a clown. Someone suddenly shouted: "Blood! Blood!" The huge venue was silent again, and everyone saw blood.It didn't spew out, but seeped out quickly from behind the white slogan attached to the head.Immediately, people saw a bright red blood-colored flower.The blood dripped down along the slogan, dripping into a blood path, splashing into a strange pattern, as if the blood was glowing! The person with the bloody flower on his head, the person buried in the slogan suddenly burst into laughter in the silence: "Hahahahaha——" He looked up and laughed hoarsely, he laughed so earth-shatteringly, so desperately, it finally turned into a cry.He laughed so hard that the blood-soaked slogan suddenly cracked at the top, revealing a cracked mouth, and he laughed again, white teeth spurting out in his laughter. Under the stage, there was an echo suddenly, it was a terrified scream, first one, then one piece.The timid girls finally couldn't hold it anymore and started to run out shouting.Zhao Zhengzheng was also frightened. For the first time, this Yang Zhen was beyond her experience in criticizing and fighting. When the laughter was pushed to the extreme again, all the slogans on Yang Zhen's body suddenly fell off, and they fell heavily at Yang Zhen's feet like a bloody coat.The blood man opened his eyes, his eyelashes were covered with blood beads, he stared blankly at the venue, and finally fell down slowly and heavily. When Wu Kun rushed to Zhao Zhengzheng's place, Yang Zhen hadn't been taken to the hospital yet. He was lying alone on the stage with a pool of blood on his body.A group of young men were discussing whether to let the unrepentant granite head die or send it to the rescue.Wu Kun rushed to the scene, saw Yang Zhen's appearance, and without a word, he was slapped in the face when he walked in front of Zhao Zhengzheng.This slap stunned all the middle school students present. Zhao Zhengzheng trembled and couldn't say a word.As soon as Wu Kun waved his hand, the ambulance took Yang Zhen to the hospital. Yang Zhen was still in the emergency room for rescue, but the alarm came again, and the Hang faction had already surrounded the hospital.Before Wu Kun walked out of the hospital, he was blocked in the corridor by Hang Decha.The two of them glared at each other and refused to give in. After a few minutes of stalemate on the stairs, Hang Decha rushed up suddenly, bumped Wu Kun hard, brushed against him, and went straight to the emergency room. Seeing Yang Zhen who was beyond recognition, Hang Decha made up his mind to take him back.These days, because of Yang Zhen, he has not slept well.He was thinking and negotiating every day to rescue Mr. Yang Zhen from Shangtianzhu.But the other party was closely guarded, and Brown had gone to reconnaissance several times.One day he managed to get Yingshuang to throw a discarded toothpaste case through the window of that room, and their secret documents were inside the toothpaste case.After a while, the toothpaste case was thrown out again, and Brown took it home and gave it to Decha.After seeing it, Decha said: "We must hurry up and rescue Mr. Yang Zhen, otherwise he will be transferred soon." Brown said: "I found that there were only two people guarding the outer room during the meal. Don't we Can you find a way to get those two people to go away?" Decha asked him what kind of tricks he had, and Brown said, "It's not easy. There is a beautiful poisonous mushroom in Tianzhu Mountain. I can pick it and give it to them. Let them use it as a gift." After eating the food, they will be unconscious within ten minutes. At night, Mr. Yang Zhen can just walk out by himself, and we will pick him up in a car outside, and nothing will happen." "Will it poison people to death?" Decha asked with a livid face. "Look at what you said, it doesn't poison people to death, so is it called poisonous mushroom?" Brown asked. 得茶立刻严厉阻止了布朗的这个漏洞百出的荒唐举动，真是亏他想得出来，可他们还能有什么好办法呢？下下策才是强抢，得茶后悔自己迟了一步，看着杨真先生此刻昏迷不醒的样子，他想：我还是不够狠，我还是让吴坤先狠了一步J 有那么三四天时间，医院简直就成了一个造反总部，杭派和吴派的人对峙在其中，等着杨真的伤情结果。第四天他终于脱离危险了，杭得茶和吴坤都吐了一口气。杨真恢复得还算快，从他的眼神中可以看出，他头脑依然清晰，耳朵也能听得到，他只是还没有说过一句话罢了。 这一次杭得茶主动把吴坤堵在医院的后门，他面孔铁青，开门见山说："吴坤，你这一次是放也得放，不放也得放，不带回杨真先生，我会和你决战到底。" 吴坤想了想，说："好吧，杨真已经能说话了，也听得懂别人说话的意思，你自己跟他去谈吧，他愿意跟你去，我绝不阻拦。" 杭得茶转身要走，被吴坤一把拉住，他几乎换上了一种苦口婆心的语调，对得茶说："杭得茶，我可以实话告诉你，你这么做，一点现实意义也没有。我不知道这是不是白夜的意思，我看你们两人在青天白日里做大梦这点上，真是一丘之貉。你挖我的脚底板也好，贴我的大字报也好，对杨真有什么意义呢？难道我会莫名其妙地死抓住个杨真不放？他怎么说也还是我的岳父，不是你的岳父吧？难道我就一点恻隐之心都没有？我他妈的对你都把话说到这个份上了，你还要我怎么说？" 得茶讨厌吴坤说话的神情，他仿佛很痛苦，但那痛苦里是夹着很深的炫耀感，夹杂着对权力的根深蒂固的崇拜。他在暗示他，他深请权力的内幕，他对权力的介人与认识，远远要比人们多得多。但得茶偏偏要弱化它："说得那么耸人听闻，无非是上面盯着要他的证词。" "无非是！你还要什么样的压力，啊？" "你想做的事情我照样可以做。有就是有，没有就是没有，共产党不是最讲实事求是吗？" "真照你那么说，北京就不会来人押他了。"吴坤闷闷地说，"要不是赵争争这一次横插一杠，杨真已经在北京了。" 听了这话，得茶也有些发愣，说："你把你岳父看守得可真好啊，这回你又要为革命立新功了。" 不知道为什么，听了这样刻毒的话，吴坤也没有发火，对这样的刺激他仿佛已经疲倦了，只是说："我跟你已经没活好说了，你反正永远也不可能懂。" 直到现在，他还没有和杨真真正交谈过一次，但他能预感到杨真是一种什么样的人。他心里头是敬佩这种人的，他相信他不会无中生有，所以他是历史的祭品。历史当然属于强者，杨真这样的人只是历史的清风，掠过也就罢了，不管他们曾经怎么地艰苦卓绝。他挥挥手请得茶自便，他知道，杨真是绝不会让自己扮演一个导火线式的人物的。 杨真的样子让得茶流泪，但不能真的流出来。他和他在一起的时候，喉咙口一直又湿又成。杨真先生的情况，他严格地向家里人保密，该是他来挑起担子了。他坐在杨真先生的床头，杨真先生的肿成一条缝的眼圈今天退下去了许多，他一直躺着，听得茶诉说他的打算：我要把你弄回去，由我们这一派接管。放心，你在我这里，只会是一个名义上的牛鬼。至于他们要你交代的什么问题，有什么说什么，没什么就不说。难道定中国最大走资派的罪，真的还需要你这样的人的什么证词？我不相信，我看是吴坤在故弄玄虚，是他在捞政治稻草。你怎么看这个问题？不，你不用说话，我能明白你的意思。你不表态？你是不是觉得我不应该揽到这样的事情里去？可是我不能再沉默，我不能眼看着你们受苦受难，我自己却逍遥自在。先生，我没有机会与你交流，但我可以告诉你，我发现了自己身上的那种政治热情，我不知道这是从哪里来的，我过去从未感觉到它的力量。一开始完全是被迫接受它的，让它进驻到我的心里让我非常难受，可是我现在开始习惯于它的存在了。你知道这些日子我想起了什么？我想起我的父亲，听说他从前一向是个自由散漫的人。个人是怎么样转向集体的，你们有过脱胎换骨的过程吗？我现在就有这种感觉，这让我非常难受，同时又有一种牺牲的神圣感。What happened to you?你说什么，你让我打开窗帘？好的，我现在就打，我现在就给你打开，你想看什么？ 杭得茶打开窗帘的时候，自己先愣住了，纷纷扬扬的大雪下来了，窗外站着一个包着头巾的女人，手里撑着一把雨伞，那是他的姑婆杭寄草。得条要打开窗子，寄草拼命摇手，意思是说外面冷，别开窗。杭得茶连忙过来，扶起杨真先生，他看到他那鼻青脸肿面目全非的脸上露出了笑容。他还看到对面窗外的寄草姑婆也笑了，她的脸贴在窗玻璃上，鼻子压得扁扁的，样子很古怪。雪下得越来越大，一会儿就遮盖了伞面，寄草姑婆一个劲地做手势，让杨真躺下。杨真摇着头，死死地盯着寄草，他还是在微笑，一直就在微笑。但他没有说一句话。得茶真是觉得奇怪，窗帘拉着，杨真先生是凭什么知道寄草姑婆站在外面的？是凭心灵感应吗？这是神秘主义的理论，是四旧、迷信，但至少现在那是事实。他只好再一次走到窗前，告诉寄草姑婆，快回家吧，这里不让人进去，外面又那么冷，快回家吧。寄草微笑着摇头，眼泪和雪花飘在了一起。但她终于还是离开了，告别时手朝天上指了指，杨真仿佛会意，笑得更甚，露出了他那被打掉了几颗大牙的牙床。他的样子非常陌生，他的笑容令人心碎，让得茶想到了那个与他有着血缘关系的女人。他不忍再看，走到窗前，他看到寄草姑婆那蹈锡远去的背影，在医院的大门口一闪，就不见了。 半个多月后将近年关，有关押杨真去京的指令再次下达。这一次杨真开口了，他把吴坤叫来，告诉他，他要回上天竺去，他会在那里尽量回忆他所知道的一切。从未有过的狂喜和失望同时袭击了吴坤，他激动地甚至讨好地对杨真说："你放心，我会对你的晚年负责的，革命无罪，反戈一击有功。这些话我早就想跟你说，其实我很敬佩你，如果你不是坚持资产阶级反动路线立场，你的性格是很让我欣赏的。说实话我也不愿意你去北京，你一到那里，什么情况都可能发生。我是说，那种精神上的东西……"吴坤看着他的脸色，突然觉得自己的话多了，小心翼翼地问："要不要你自己跟得茶说一下？他总说要来抢你，你知道，这会酿成大规模武斗，要死人的。" 正当天空又开始飘起大雪，而杭嘉和在羊坝头自家窗口的桌前为1967年春节的对联踌躇之时，杭得茶和吴坤亲自送杨真回了上天竺。吴坤答应，绝不让类似的毒打事件再发生，而杭得茶也默认了现实，不再提要抢杨真回去的要求。为了表示诚意，吴坤当场打发掉那几个看样子很凶蛮的看守，然后叫来采茶，让采茶领着几个人"照顾"杨真春节期间的生活，还把杨真安排在楼上，说楼上暖和一些。吴坤也非常关心杨真的纸够不够，还关心笔墨等琐事，旁敲侧击地问："要你回答的问题都清楚了吗？还要不要我再给你提示一下？" 杨真摇摇头，他的眼神告诉他，他什么都明白了。这眼神让吴坤失落，那里面不再有架骛不驯的骨气了。个人永远是渺小的，他想，并为个人的渺小而悲哀。 杭得茶并没有那种失落的感觉，他不相信吴坤的诚意。他觉得自己已经开始变得和吴坤一样狡猾了。因此他一直守在杨真的身边，帮他张罗伙食和被褥，直到离开杨真下山，杭得茶才松了一口气。杨真一直把得茶送到山门口，奇怪的是他送了一本书给得茶，英语版的《资本论》，三十年代的版本。看着吴坤不安的样子，杭得茶说："怎么样，是不是还得再检查一下？"吴坤就硬着头皮让手下人拿过来，来来回回地翻，除了扉页上写着一行字母之外，到底还是什么也没翻出来。吴坤记忆极好，他记下了那行字母：Fellgyll Rll Hill Ji Miflg BuYi，一时没看懂，想了想说："这里的东西，最好还是都别带出去。"得茶皱了皱眉，对杨真说："我会来看你的。"此时雪越来越大了，杨真向得茶握手告别的时候，脸上露出的微笑，让得茶想起了医院里他向寄草姑婆的微笑，那是很坦然的，让人放心的，但又是令人心惊的——它是那么样地令人心碎，以至于看上去，那告别甚至有一点儿像永别了…… 龙井山中的杭盼，是那天下午终于决定不再等车，从山中徒步向城里走去的。她撑着一把橘黄色的油布雨伞，伞上缀满了一层雪花。她眼前也是密密麻麻的大雪片，天地间一片大白，什么都被遮住了。 从山里出来的时候，她还不时地听到竹子被压断的声音。喀呼，喀呼，然后膨的一声，竹子折断了，压在别的树上，反弹出一簇簇的雪花，抛到山路上，抛到走在山路上的行人们那一把把的伞面上，再籁籁籁地往下掉，在行人的眼前，撤出一小片粉尘。有时，她也走过一大片一大片的茶园，它们像是蘸着白颜料画出来的一道道臃肿的粗线，几乎就看不到绿色的叶子和茶蓬了，只看到它们躲在雪花被子下的隐约的曲线，像那些伊斯兰教规下的披长袍的妇女。 偶尔，她还会在雪路上看到一丝丝的鲜红的色泽，当她定睛细看的时候，它们又消失了。这时她就会站定，略有些不安地环视周围，有一次她甚至蹲了下来，她觉得这些造这不断的红色，真的很像是鲜血。然而没过多久，大地又开始一片雪白。她不知道有谁与她擦肩而过，也不知道谁留下了这些印记，仿佛这也是神的圣迹，但她还不能理喻。 少许的惶恐之后，杭盼又恢复了平静。多少年来，杭盼已经熟悉了这样的孤寂。那些只有自己知道的曾经创伤剧痛的夜晚，已经不会再来光顾她了。有多少人惋惜她的美丽的容颜，多少人被她以往岁月的经历倾倒，多少人为她不动心的圣女般的意志困惑，如今青年已经过去，连中年也快要过去了，这一切都已经过去，她开始老了。 当周围没有人时，她轻轻地唱起了赞美诗： 仰看天空浩大无穷，万千天体错杂纵横， 合成整个光明系统，共宣上主创造奇功。 清辉如雪温柔的月，轻轻向着静寂的地， 重新自述平生故事，赞美造她的主上帝。 她很少去想她自己的事情，思念主，向主祈祷，这是她目前唯一要做的事情。期待主的降临，神迹降临，期待主拯救他的羔羊。还有就是爱，无尽的爱，因为爱就是主。要守住爱，这是最根本的，守住了才能施爱，这是信仰，秘而不宣在心里，杭盼因为它而活到今天。 她深一脚浅一脚地走进城市，绕过清河坊走向中山中路时，她看到前面有一个女子没有撑伞，却在雪中散步，背着一个大包，两只手插在口袋里，像一个漫不经心的少年。雪那么大，把白天也罩成了黄昏，在这样的日子出游是大有深意的。她走过她身边，把伞凑了过去。 伞下的那个姑娘并不感到惊讶，她淡淡地看了看帮助她的人，她面色惨白，几乎和白雪一样自，她的眼睛漆黑幽暗。她拿出一张纸，问她认不认识这个地址。杭盼惊讶地看了看她，轻轻地取下她背着的包，说："跟我来吧……"