Chapter 91 Chapter Twenty Eight
In the autumn of the first thousand nine hundred and seventy-one AD, Hang Decha, a hard labor prisoner on the East China Sea, spent his days on the beach as usual.That was the life he had seen in Repin's famous painting "The Volga Boatman," but over the years he had gotten used to it.
The environment of the shipbreaking yard where Decha is located is not bad. "There is a mountain in the south, named Buhengluoji, and there is a Bodhisattva named Guan Zizai." Decha saw this passage in a dilapidated "Huayan Sutra", Buhengluoji is the Sanskrit word for Putuo, which means little white flower in Chinese. It is also a famous Buddhist holy place in China dedicated to Guanyin Bodhisattva.
Since the revolution in 1966, almost no monks and nuns have been driven out of Haitian Buddhist Kingdom, one of the four famous mountains of Chinese Buddhism that flourished since the Tang Dynasty.Decha traveled all over this 12-square-kilometer island in his spare time. Those big temples called Puji, Fayu and Huiji, and those small nunneries in the past were frequented by Decha. place.Qianbu Jinsha and Chaoyin Ancient Cave are often lonely and uninhabited, so it happens that he hangs tea to visit.In the eyes of those who imprisoned him, as long as he did not leave the island, he was squatting in a big prison.From Hang Decha's point of view, as long as he can get out of the farce that he was deeply involved in, he will be considered out of the cage.
He has a tacit understanding with the scenery here, the sea, the beach, the dilapidated Buddhist gate, the sunset, and the fishing boats.When summer came, the storms gathered on the sea pushed the sky to extremely low, the black clouds turned black, and the world was like an upside-down pot bottom. He and his group trudged on the beach with ropes on their backs, dragging Dragging the dismembered parts from the broken ship moored by the sea.Their bodies were bent almost to the ground, their hands were hanging down, and the sweat dripped onto the little crabs wriggling under their feet.Suffering was strangled into his shoulders like a whip on his soul.When physical suffering reaches its extreme, it becomes one with mental suffering.When he was suffering to the extreme, occasionally he raised his head and looked at the embankment bordering the beach and the field. There was a long horizon and a high sky. Under the sky were two small dots, which were Aunt Pan and his daughter. nocturnal.They came to the seaside almost every day to look at him and give him the comfort of survival.
The child is already five years old, very cute, and has been raised by Hang Pan.She really wanted to give the child a name related to God, and even quietly named it Holy Child.But she dared not call her that publicly.The Jiuxi family who delivered the baby chattered with their neighbors and reported a large number of fashionable names: Weidong, Weibiao, Weiqing, Hongwei, Weihong, Wenge, Wenlei, it sounds like a royal guard Or the Imperial Forest Army.In the end, Decha settled the situation with one word, saying: "The child is born in the night, and it is born in the night, so let's call it Yesheng." Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and they couldn't say it was bad or good.Someone rashly asked the surname, and Decha looked at the other person in surprise, as if this was not a question at all, and said, "My child, of course I will take my surname."
The woman from the Hang family, who knew the details, was worried at first that Wu Kun would come and snatch her daughter back.No, not even a visit.People in Jiangnan University and the general society regard this matter as a rare love affair, and even those who are very disgusted with Wu Kun think that he has done a great job in this matter.It's true that Hang Decha was beaten down with a stick because of this, but who can be blamed for it? He even gave birth to an illegitimate child. It would be reasonable for Wu Kun not to kill Hang Decha with a single blow.
Decha is not a formal sentence by the public security organ, but actually a special form of mass dictatorship.After deciding to send her off to the island, Pan'er went through the retirement procedures without saying a word. Among the women in the Hang family, she was the only one who could accompany Decha to do hard labor.When a man suffers, it is also a time for a woman to stand up. This is a tradition handed down from the ancestors.This may be unimaginable to others, but to their women who are against the family, it is just as it should be.
Hang De Cha started another life.
Perhaps the dream of the ancient Gaoshi who went boating on the sea has been lurking in the depths of his consciousness. It was too far from his character, perhaps he had not been on the island long enough for the horrible side of solitary life to emerge.Of course, it was also possible that the seaside people were not bad to him, and some of them even had a certain degree of sympathy for him.Besides, his work really made it impossible for them to find fault.It is hard for people to imagine how such a thin university teacher wearing glasses can keep up with their pace.Decha hadn't even had a single illness. It seemed obvious that his back had slumped. He wasn't yet thirty, and his waist was already a little out of shape.
When resting, he also drank tea from a large tea mug just like the migrant workers who dismantled the ship.The tea is picked and fried by the local people, and it is also something that he has never tasted in Hangdecha before.On rest days, when Decha was walking in the mountains, I saw many tea canopies near the temples, and most of them were taller than the tea canopies on the mainland.He remembered that among the twelve sceneries of Putuo, there is also a special scene of "Tea Mountain Breeze and Dew".The migrant workers were in awe of him because they had heard of his great reputation before Hangdecha was exiled.They told him that what they were drinking now was Buddha tea, which they heard could cure lung abscess.This statement makes Decha feel fresh, tea can cure pullorum, and Decha has been seen in many historical records, but this is the first time he has heard that the tea here can cure lung abscess and bloody dysentery.For this reason, he wrote a letter back to ask his grandfather Jiahe for advice.
In his letter to his grandson to get tea, Grandpa Jiahe tried his best to write about Buddha tea in detail, which is his deepest love for his grandson.He's in his early seventies, but he's also against time, and he's waiting.He said to his grandson in that usual tone:
Mount Putuo is a new place for you, but it is no stranger to Grandpa and me.It's just that I haven't been to the island for many years. I don't know if the tea trees that were all over the mountain and temple still exist today?You said in your letter that the tea trees here grow very tall. I asked the tea monk in the mountain about this question, and he told me that the tea here is picked only once a year. , naturally "the wind blows an inch long overnight".I don’t know if it’s possible for you to take a look at the tea picking methods of the local people. When I went to the island, it was the time of Grain Rain, and I discovered that their picking methods are relatively extensive compared with Longjing tea. But extensiveness has its own advantages. In addition, Buddha tea also has a cleanness that Longjing does not have.In particular, the pot used to stir-fry tea needs to be rinsed every time it is fried, so the color of the finished tea is particularly emerald green.Furthermore, I don’t know if you have noticed the appearance of dry tea. I haven’t seen this Buddha tea for many years, but I still remember the appearance of Buddha tea back then. Therefore, some people call it "Phoenix Tea". Based on my grandfather's teachings on tea for decades, Yu Mou is the only one with this shape. I don't know if this method still exists today? …
After seeing the letter from my grandfather, I immediately compared it with dry tea when I got the tea, but it turned out to be some regular long-fried green tea, not phoenix-tail-shaped tea.An old man said, your grandfather’s statement is correct. The Buddhist tea was just like this, but it was all fried by monks. Most of the tea in the past was grown by monks.Now that the monk is gone, there will be no Buddha tea.
The correspondence between grandparents and grandchildren never involved family or state affairs, and it took a long time before I even told him about Defang and Aiguang's falling off a cliff.In this way, they gradually lost a lot of trouble under surveillance.Pan'er and Yesheng have freedom of movement, but they have not returned to the provincial capital once in several years.It is still sending grass to do the liaison work back and forth.After a period of recuperation, Hang Jiahe's eyes could still see light during the day. He often corresponded with his grandson, he dictated, sent cursive notes, and often he could answer two or three of his grandson's letters.
Even so, he still hadn't received a letter from his grandson for some time after Renqiu, which made him uneasy.Fortunately, Pan'er received a letter soon, and it turned out that the right hand that got tea was broken.Decha was injured because the taut steel fiber rope suddenly broke when he was pulling the fiber. The fiber rope flew into the air and bounced off separately. Arm, he was so painful that he passed out on the spot.
During the short recovery period, Hang Decha became inexplicably irritable, suffered from insomnia at night, and could not restrain his loss during the day.This kind of extreme soul spasm, he once had a violent attack after hearing that he had lost his siblings Defang and Aiguang forever.In those days, he even thought of being buried in the sea.Living is too painful, so more and more people seek death. This unbearable suffering has not subsided until now.At this moment, looking at the blue sea, he was anxious, as if something would happen in that autumn.It can be seen that the grassroots have lost their enthusiasm for those political vicissitudes in 1966. They have no time to face further and bigger things. I couldn't breathe.
She can only resist hope, and she is still devout, and now she prays to the Lord that Decha can take advantage of the injury to rest for a few days.The people on the island treated him well, and many thought that he would return to land sooner or later, and even those who were directly ordered to discipline him turned a blind eye to him.But after the National Day, Decha returned to the beach.His right hand is still in a bandage, but this does not prevent him from using his left shoulder to carry the fiber.Everyone advised him to do light work, and they would do his part for him.Decha didn't agree, he thought he was already well enough to go to work.
Everything seems to have not changed, still pulling the heavy rope, crawling forward on the sand, sweat still flowing on the ground, crabs and shrimps are still jumping on the beach.When the big ships were dismantled little by little, it seemed that his fate of Hangdecha was also being dismantled day by day.The sky is so high, the wind is so tight, the heart is so cold, the people on the beach are so small, and the prospect is so bleak.Looking from a distance, he saw a woman running towards him from the beach with a child in her arms. The child ran happily and called Dad. It was Pangu and her daughter Yesheng.The wind blows their hair, this is a picture he has experienced many times, all the helplessness, waiting, depression, despair, hope and comfort are all here.Sweat rained down from between his brows, and he wiped it away.Now his vision is not as blurred as before, but he is more uncomfortable than before. He seems to be shot, and he can't breathe. He stands there in a daze, and the pulling team immediately passes by him. The rope fell off the ground.He saw the man behind them.The daughter quickly ran to his side, and Hang Pan said to him in shock: "What should I do? What should I do if he comes?" The daughter also whispered to him in a panic: "Dad, the bad guys are here, and the bad guys are here to catch you." We're here!" Then he hugged Decha's neck.
The man finally stopped not far from them.They looked at each other, and Decha turned his eyes to the sea again.On the calm sea, several fishing boats were swimming slowly, but this person came, and a new turbulent wave would be set off again.
Wu Kun can almost be said to be one of the first people in Zhejiang to know about the September 13th Incident.He is not a soldier, and although he maintains a good relationship with this military group, he is not yet a member of that line. According to later people, he has not yet boarded that pirate ship, which can be said to be luck.Someone once raised a question, saying that he maintained an extraordinary relationship with Zhao Zhengzheng, but Zhao Zhengzheng's father was obviously a member of a small group who was on a pirate ship. Could he have nothing to do with his prospective son-in-law?Those who protect Wu Kun immediately retorted: This is the iron fact that Wu Kun resisted the small anti-Party clique and defended the correct line.As we all know, Zhao's father and his daughter Zhao Zhengzheng have been trying to bring Wu Kun into their sphere of influence for many years. Hushan pierced the enemy's chest like a steel knife, not only destroying the enemy, but also protecting himself.Now, he can finally tie the knot with his revolutionary partner who has been in love for many years, Comrade Weng Caicha, an outstanding representative of the poor and lower-middle peasants in our province. Listen, the festive firecrackers are another testament to Chairman Mao's revolutionary line. The cheers of the great victory are also a sincere admiration for the sublimation of this revolutionary friendship.
The party who wanted to knock Wu Kun down heard the wedding firecrackers, really had nothing to say, and secretly gritted their teeth: This fox is really getting more and more cunning!
Wu Kun in this situation is really sad and happy: the sad thing is that he has to live together with Weng Caicha, a woman he hates so much now; the happy thing is that he finally got rid of Zhao Zhengzheng—— In the Hang people's dialect, he was short of "one shaving", so he had to be tied with Zhao Zhengzheng.
Wu Kun and Zhao Zhengzheng were originally scheduled to get married on National Day that year. Although he still wanted to delay, Zhao Zhengzheng's father finally came out.He didn't want his daughter's lovesickness to continue, and he didn't want Zhao Zhengzheng to really make revolution in the vast world for the rest of his life.It's not that he doesn't know that his daughter is mentally abnormal. If he wants his daughter to come back and develop, he must first build a home to stabilize her political ability and mental state; in addition, Zhao's father is still satisfied with Wu Kun.The issue of successors is the most important issue for the family and the country.In this way, the veteran went out, one against two, and talked all afternoon, mainly about the revolution, and finally talked about feelings by the way.Wu Kun is such a smart person, he immediately understood it, he hesitated for a moment, and then hinted to Zhao's father that the initiative does not belong to him, but to Zhao Zhengzheng.Father Zhao was very satisfied with his answer, and immediately sent a telegram to Zhao Zhengzheng.Zhao Zhengzheng, who is far away in the sky, quickly completed all the procedures in Heilongjiang and returned, waiting every day to go to the legal registration with Wu Kun, but Wu Kun has been slow to do so.Zhao Zhengzheng was really anxious this time, but Wu Kun said lightly: "What's the rush, get married tomorrow, and there is still time to register today."
Wu Kun was not because he wanted to wait for Lin Biao's plane to explode in Undur Khan.He delayed going through the formalities because he really didn't want to marry this shrew who could beat the teacher to death with a samovar.Her face reflected that it would be a long-term civil war in the family, and he was fully prepared for this.
Why did he have to marry a woman he really didn't want to marry?This extremely intelligent man has no answer to this question.He only knows that he is not free, and that there is a hidden force that transcends the individual and is controlling him.But he was already halfway on the road that didn't lead to the village and the back of Badian. It was impossible to go back, and he would perish if he turned back. If others didn't agree, he didn't agree either.Then, we had to move forward.To move forward, you must first marry Zhao Zhengzheng, a neurotic wife.The dilemma made Wu Kun almost mentally ill.However, Shi Ji stretched out his hand at this unexpected moment and saved Wu Kun.
On the 20th, the future father-in-law was supposed to come back from Shanghai, but not only did he not come back, but there was no news from him at all.At the same time, those people in Hangzhou who were on the same boat as Zhao's father also began to disappear at the same time.Wu Kun, who has an excellent political sense, immediately found out the most confidential news through his eyes and ears.This explosive news almost stunned Wu Kun.He always thought that what could be called belief in himself was completely destroyed this time.The next thing he has to do is to do things on the operational level.There is no more action, just a lot of action.
On National Day, the wedding day of Wu Kun and Zhao Zhengzheng, Zhao Zhengzheng came to Wu Kun's residence disheveled.Holding a provincial newspaper of that day in her hand, she pointed to the huge portrait of China's No. 2 figure that continued to be published on it, and said, "Look, isn't he still there? Who said he was dead, ah! Who is here?" Spreading political rumors, who dares to conspire to persecute the successors who are included in the party constitution?" Her face was pale and her eyes were dull, and when Wu Kun announced that she could not marry her that night, she was suddenly fascinated by phlegm.In the next few days, her mental state became more and more out of whack, sometimes she pushed two pillows, sometimes hugged a quilt, sometimes danced the red-headed rope dance, and clamored to marry Wu Kun.The people around him didn't know Wu Kun's details, and they all looked at him coldly. There were already rumors that he would follow in the footsteps of his prospective father-in-law.
It was at this critical moment that Wu Kun found Weng Caicha who silently endured the suffering of his heart.Weng Caicha's political life is very clean. Her relationship with Wu Kun has been broken long ago, but her love for Wu Kun has continued unabated.It can be said that the re-creation process of her life was completely completed by Wu Kun.Without Wu Kun, there would be no her Weng Caicha today.Embracing Wu Kun is embracing today, embracing her own life.This kind of love has reached the point of complete blind worship, and love has also made her "wisdom", making her even invent and create, quietly replacing all the songs dedicated to Chairman Mao with Wu Kun's name, All of us have been replaced by me—it is enough to replace all our respect and love with my beloved, and all the songs dedicated to Chairman Mao have become love songs; my beloved Wu Kun, the red in my heart Sun, my beloved Wu Kun, the red sun in my heart, how many sweet words I want to tell you, how many passionate songs I want to sing to you...
Although she sings love songs day and night in her heart, like Zhao Zhengzheng, she has disheveled hair and a hoarse throat, which is getting farther and farther away from the essence of love—beauty.At this moment, Wu Kun, who loves women's beauty, saw her unbearable image again.Standing at the door, Wu Kun shook his whole body when he saw the hag's appearance.Seeing that he was about to collapse, Weng Caicha strode forward to hold him up. She burst into tears and cried out in pain: "Xiao Wu, I will help you!"I will help you through this!Only then did Wu Kun come to his senses. He silently, almost bravely looked at Caicha's face, gritted his teeth, stomped his feet and turned his face away, and squeezed out a voice between his teeth: Marry me!Before she could answer, he left alone with a pale expression on his face.
Things didn't end there.Zhao Zhengzheng, who was getting more and more confused, caught a little wind and made more trouble.One day he came home in the middle of the night, and when he opened the tent, he was shocked. Zhao Zhengzheng lay silently on his bed, staring at the top of the tent with his eyes wide open.Seeing Wu Kun, _ said with a smile: You are back, let me wait for the wedding night.
Wu Kun, who has decided to marry Weng Caicha, is living like a year these days, waiting for his superiors to draw a line for him, how can he tolerate Zhao Zhengzheng adding chaos again.This crazy woman didn't know that she and Wu Kun would be sent to the stage of history.It's really non-toxic and not a husband, Wu Kun yelled: "Tie her up and send her to Gudang!"
Everyone in Hangzhou knows that Gudang here refers to the Seventh People's Hospital, which is the location of the mental hospital!When he roared like that, the people below were still in a hurry. Zhao Zhengzheng was sent to a mental hospital, crying and foaming at the mouth.Zhao Zhengzheng is an only daughter, and there is a mother at home, who is crying day and night for her husband. Hearing that her daughter was tied up to a mental hospital by the treacherous "son-in-law", she didn't call the door to fight for her life.Wu Kun also had the spirit of "fearless", he greeted Zhao's mother frankly, invited her into the room, lowered his voice, and said, "I'll let you see, what are these?"After speaking, he took out a large stack of letters.When Zhao's mother saw it, she couldn't stand up anymore and almost passed out on the sofa. It turned out that someone had reported that Zhao Zhengzheng had smashed people to death with a samovar.Only then did Wu Kun tell her that these things were suppressed in the past because of Zhao's father. Now that the big tree falls, who will protect her?He, Wu Kun, is also a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, so he is powerless to protect her.Murder is punishable by death, and the lightest one will be sentenced to ten or twenty years. What do you think?How else can I marry her?After much deliberation, the best way is to send her to a mental hospital. It is not illegal for mental patients to kill people.Besides, we didn't mean to send a nice guy to a mental institution.She is indeed sick, who doesn't know that she is mentally disturbed, auntie, don't you really know?
Zhao's mother was immediately overwhelmed by Wu Kun's analysis. After much deliberation, she could only escape this test by sending Zheng Zheng to a mental hospital.Of course she also knew that Wu Kun took this opportunity to escape, but she didn't dare to say a word, she was afraid that if Wu Kun threw those letters out, her daughter would be completely finished.
The wedding of Wu Kun and Weng Caicha was held with almost no applause.Picking tea has invited all the important officials, she is now a figure.But none of these people arrived that day, but a large group of relatives from the countryside with bulging eyes and abalone teeth similar to Weng Caicha's. They quickly got into the theme of eating and drinking, speaking suburban dialect, drinking He and the hooves were in full swing.They also kept coming to the bridegroom's hall to persuade them to drink, and the words they said were rude and nasty, which made Wu Kun so desperate that he wanted to lift the wine table.He himself drank too much, and became more and more unsure about this straw-like marriage behavior: If marriage can't change anything, he, Wu Kun, will still go to the classroom, or he will still be beaten to the mud with a stick So why did he bother to get married?
No matter how stupid the tea picker was, he knew that Wu Kun was uneasy because of the absence of those important political officials, so he kept comforting Wu Kun, saying: "There will be many days these days, and they don't have time. Really, there is an impromptu meeting, or else There won't be less than one."
The wedding night made Cai Cha look a little gentle, Wu Kun felt pity for her, he thought, why should she insist on marrying him, a man who might go to prison tomorrow?She was really saving her life against him.Just as he was thinking that, a small group of drunk acid enzymes came over.He obviously drank too much, so he talked nonsense, holding up a wine glass and shouting: "Grandson-in-law, grandson-in-law, I raised this granddaughter with my own hands. There is a saying that I want to rely on the old to tell the old. Originally, I didn't want to say this." I will come to tell you. Now that you are my grandson-in-law, I want to tell you. You see, the Lin thief’s bones have fallen to his death, don’t you? I think you should hurry up and put the tea back. You are doing it like this What are you doing? Son-in-law, we owe them the Hangzhou family, please put back the tea!" Before he could say a word, he collapsed on the ground and burst into tears.
His drinking madness made Wu Kun's hands and feet cold, and disturbed the whole banquet.Weng Caicha was so angry that he couldn't speak, and shouted sharply: "Get this old man out of here!" The family members had never seen Caicha with such majesty. The "dead old man" was carried out by them, but they also escaped together, and the wedding ended.
Under the dim light, Caicha looked at Wu Kun who was sitting dejectedly on the head of the bed. He was nervous and distressed. He hugged his knees and knelt down, saying, "Wu Kun, I beg you to cheer up. I will fight you for life or death." You are together. Don't worry, although we cannot be born in the same year and the same month and the same day, I hope we can die in the same year and the same month and the same day..." In desperation, she also quoted the lines from the costume drama.Wu Kun let out a long sigh, thinking: After all, he is a countryman, and talking about love is also a taste of pickles.Thinking of this, he fell asleep on the inner bed.
Caicha was so frightened that he dared not make a sound, quietly took off his shoes, covered him with a thin quilt, turned off the light, and lay down next to him.Thinking of years of struggle, she finally became Mrs. Wu, and cried a lot.When I woke up in the morning, as soon as I touched my hand, I jumped out of bed in fright: Oh my god, the groom’s value is gone!
Now, the two rivals are back on the beach talking.Strictly speaking, this can only be regarded as a monologue by one person.They were all silent at first, Wu Kun handed Decha a cigarette, but Decha didn't pick it up, Wu Kun didn't force himself, lit it himself, and said: "I know you don't smoke, but for a while you seemed to be You smoke a lot. From my window I often see you smoking until midnight sometimes at night."
After three years, they have all undergone great changes.Decha was leaning against a rock, wearing work clothes like a white sleeved shirt, with a large belt around his waist, and the white bandages hanging on his hands were so black that they could not be distinguished from his clothes.His back was slightly arched, he was thinner than before, his hair was thick and messy, perhaps because of the sea breeze, he was so dark that his former acquaintances were taken aback when they saw him.That kind of black is going to be black to the bone, and the neck and ankles are still stained with mud and sand.His whole body was relaxed and reclined on the ground, almost like a dying beggar.In comparison, Wu Kun didn't know whether he was fat or a little swollen. He looked bigger than before, and also a lot whiter. He was just unshaven, and he didn't look as lean as before.The look in their eyes also changed.Decha became more and more calm, and you couldn't even tell whether it was numbness or calmness. His eyes offset all his downcastness.Wu Kun's eyes were bloodshot, and the bags under his eyes were black. Uncontrollable tiredness fell from his eyes, and the strong smell of tobacco and alcohol permeated between them.
While smoking a cigarette, Wu Kun told De Cha that he actually knew his situation very well, and his situation was often sent to the desks of dignitaries in the provincial capital. He didn't understand the state of reading Buddhist books, learning English, and talking about tea. He thought he was setting off a smoke screen, but Wu Kun knew in his heart that Hang Decha was the kind of person who would live like this, and he had his daughter and aunt to accompany him.
Daughter Yesheng seemed to hear the two adults talking about her, she ran over, leaned against her father affectionately, called her father, and secretly glanced at the man smoking a cigarette out of the corner of her eye.Her curly hair is completely inherited from Bai Ye, but her demeanor and facial features are very similar to the man sitting opposite.The five-year-old girl was as beautiful as an angel. Wu Kun looked at her, his heart ached, as if his soul was going to be sucked away by this little thing.He recognized it at a glance—it was his daughter!Indeed, it was his daughter!After drinking all night, his chest and head ached violently, the pain of a broken intestine.
The alcohol made his hands tremble, and he was about to reach out to hug his daughter, but she immediately moved away vigilantly.He frowned and asked, "Why is she so dark?"
Aunt Pan came and dragged Yesheng away. While calling her father goodbye, the little girl still didn't forget to glance at the man. Suddenly she pointed her finger and said, "Bad guy!" Her crooked little footprints.
Wu Kun laughed, and the needle-like feeling hit him one after another.Then he heard him say: "You don't want to come here just to see if my daughter is black or not."
It was at this time that Hang Decha heard about the Lin Biao incident for the first time.Wu Kun told him about the explosion about the deputy commander to the best of his knowledge.Looking at the calm sea glistening in the afternoon sun, he said: "Just wait, the papers will be delivered soon, and the people of the whole country will soon raise their hands to strike him down as they once wished him eternal health, like Defeating Liu Shaoqi in the past is exactly the same..."
Obviously at this point, he began to feel the difficulty of expressing.He knew that Hang Decha would be as shocked as he was when he first heard the news, but Hang Decha would not be willing to show any emotion in front of him.He knew that in Hang Decha's eyes, he was a real hypocrite and a bad person.To this day, he still believes that the relationship between him and him is unequal.When he saw him wriggling on the beach with a rope on his back from a distance, his eyes were hot and moist, which confirmed his premonition—the relationship between him and Hang Decha was far from over.
He started talking to himself, and Hang Decha found him drunk.But he was not so drunk that he couldn't speak, on the contrary, his thoughts became extremely active.He was holding a two-two small wine bottle in his hand, and he took a sip from time to time, while talking like before.He talked about some important events in history. Because of their importance, the reasons for their occurrence are quite complicated; because of their complexity, it takes time to understand and clarify them.The movement encountered by our generation can be called a major event in history. It needs time and space to complete—three years, five years, ten years, twenty years?who knows.It depends on the specific situation of some historical figures, and historical figures are often the signs of the beginning and end of historical events.When I studied Qin Hui, I had this kind of experience. Is Qin Hui really just a treacherous minister through the ages, as it is now concluded?Not that simple.He doesn't consider the general trend of the times or the interests of the country at all?Maybe in his position, he thinks that this is the only way to truly preserve the country.This is a very complicated issue, and it cannot be explained with a sentence of the will of the people.But when he and Zhao Gou died, things changed drastically.If it is possible for me to study historiography in the future, I must do such an article-"On the Key Role of Death in the Process of History".You see, once Lin Biao died, our understanding of this movement reached a certain depth.However, how can we go beyond this stage to understand the times?I mean, if our choices are proven wrong by history, how can it be our fault?
He stared at Decha sincerely and somewhat blankly, as if Decha was the old man of history, and he urgently needed some kind of explanation from him.It wasn't until this time that Decha stood up and walked towards the sea.It is impossible for him not to be excited, but he is still alert, he has lost the minimum trust in this person.It seems that he thinks that he is facing a catastrophe, and maybe the Lin Biao incident has already involved him.But what was he doing here?He felt nervous, did he come here for Yesheng?
Carrying a small wine bottle, he followed behind him, still scheming endlessly. He said that he saw through everything, that human nature is evil, and that Lin Biao has become China's second-in-command, and he is still not satisfied. In such a high-level There will be such a power struggle in China.There is nothing uglier than politics, and he, Wu Kun, was still fooled.What's next?He didn't know, maybe they should change each other, and he should be the one to carry the fiber!
The back-fiber team chanted chant from their side and walked over slowly.The weather at the seaside is subject to change.It was still a clear sky just now, suddenly an ominous dark cloud rose from the cape, it was flamboyantly trimmed with a strange gold border, and filled the entire sky in a short while.Seabirds flew about in the sea, uttering panicked cries.The world is dark, as if the end is coming, the dark clouds are tearing apart and merging rapidly in the sky, and the sea is turbulent, sinister and unpredictable.Guifan was struggling with the sea, trying to return before the storm, but they couldn't help themselves. They were bitten by the sea's big mouth, and only a little bit of the mast's head was exposed.Sometimes he spits out again, and at this time the hull of the boat is exposed to the side of the boat. People just breathed a sigh of relief, but the hull of the boat sank into the waves again.However, Guifan was not really swallowed up, they were making a final desperate fight!
The slender team didn't seem to notice that the storm was coming. They bent their waists deeply, and their bodies were almost level with the ground.Their chant echoed with the surging waves, and they reached their ears wave after wave:
A big boat sighs on nine sides——Hangyu
Wanli Yangnian is fun and fun——Hangyu
When encountering the south wind, turn to the north violently - Hang Yu
Ten Lives and Nine Lives - Hang Yu
Big drops of rain were like tears, pattering down, hitting the ragged De Cha and the well-dressed Wu Kun.Wu Kun instinctively ran back a few steps, trying to find a place to shelter from the rain, but when he turned around and saw Hang Decha standing in the old place looking at the sea, he walked back again.The heavy rain quickly watered the two of them into a water column.Wu Kun was holding the small wine bottle that never left his body. He obviously entered a state of excitement, waved his hands, and shouted loudly in confrontation: "I know how you think of me in your heart, I know how you see me in your eyes. , I fell completely after Bai Ye died, I didn't even dare to recognize my daughter, I actually accused my daughter of being your flesh and blood, I exchanged my non-existent green hat for a red tassel, what do you want to say I know it all. But there's one thing you can't deny, I know she's my daughter, my daughter!"
Hang Decha grabbed Wu Kun by the collar, he could bear anything, but he couldn't bear the saying that Ye Sheng was not his own flesh and blood.He saw the malicious pleasure in the eyes of the other party, and he heard the other party say: "You think you are the only one who is in pain, you don't know that I am in pain here every night!"
Decha gently withdrew his hand—no, he didn't want to confront such a soul, how low he had lowered his Hang Decha's soul, he never wanted to confront such a soul.He turned and left.吴坤拎着酒瓶，固执地跟在他后面，说："你得跟我说几句，你不能这样一声不吭地打发我走。我可以向你保证，我要是没事，这一趟我要是躲过去了，我第一件事情就是把你弄回去，我向你保证，我一定把你弄回去。我跟你说的是真话，你看我给你带来什么了，你看看这些。"他从兜里拿出几张旧报纸，雨点很快把报纸打湿了，"你看，这是我这次回老家专门为你收集的茶业大王唐季珊的消息。你看这里还有阮玲玉的相片，她给唐季珊做情人，人称茶叶皇后。我没想到我那个吴升爷爷把这些都从杭州给背回去了，要是留在杭州，那还不烧个鸡巴干净。"他粗鲁地笑了起来，但旋即收住，"这些东西对你以后一定会有用的。你那个茶叶博物馆，迟早会办起来，我在这里预言。你相不相信，啊，你相不相信？"
得茶默默地走了回去，雨大得发出了擂鼓般的声音，他取过吴坤手里的已经被雨浇湿的报纸，放进他的口袋。吴坤看着他，嘴一直也没有闲着："我要是落难了，你可不要忘了我。我想来想去，我周围那么些人中，只有你不会忘了我。"他痛哭起来，从昨天夜里到今天下午，他一直不停地喝酒，心被酒浇得火烧火燎。这场暴雨来得好啊！
然后，他就看见杭得茶朝那队拉纤的人群走去。他有些茫然地跟在他后面，一边说着，一边流着眼泪，但他没有能够挤到他们的队伍中去。他只看到得茶背起了那根属于他的纤绳，他那刚才仿佛被劳作压垮的身躯突然弹跳起来，力量神奇般地回到了他的身上。他和人群中那些人一样，把身体绷直，几乎和地面成一平行线，暴雨像鞭子一般抽到他的背上，他嘴里也发出了那种负重前进的人们才会发出的呻吟般的呼号声。
他有些惶恐，跟在得茶身边叫着："你不能这样，我的女儿还在你手里！是我的女儿，你不能～句话都不跟我说，你给我停下，你给我停下，停下！"
他歇斯底里地叫了起来，捶胸顿足，痛心疾首，他一点也不明白得茶为什么一句话也不跟他说——拉纤的队伍就这样从他眼前过去了，缓缓地越拉越远。他只听到他们的嘶哑的呻吟的声音：
一条大船九面波提——杭育
万里洋面好玩玩哩——杭育
碰到南风转北暴提——杭育
十条性命九条拼程——杭育