Chapter 92 Chapter Twenty Nine

spring is coming! The weather turned from warm to cold, in the gloomy clouds, and the sun shines from the shade from time to time. In the beautiful forest in the western suburbs of Hangzhou, tea buds began to sprout again. A group of people walked slowly among the tea mountains.It can be seen that this is a team of old and young families. An old man is walking in the front supported by his juniors.The mountain road is rugged and undulating. These people fell into the depths of the tea garden for a while, and half of their bodies emerged for a while, like a small boat, plowing a thin voyage among the waves of tea.

This is Hang Jiahe's 76th spring and also his 76th Ching Ming Festival.At the moment, it is still unclear whether this spring belongs to their Hang family—relatives who have not been reunited together for more than ten years miraculously gathered on the morning of Qingming Festival in 1976. Not all the free men arrived, and Little Brown, who returned from Yunnan, was not able to arrive in time.At this moment, the broken Hang De Cha and Hang Ji Cao walked together, and he asked quietly: "Auntie, did he tell you that he would come here?" Ji Cao shook his head and said: "Where is the time to say it, quarrel with me as soon as we meet, let him go if he has no conscience!"

Hang Decha narrowed his eyes and looked at the sky, and said, "I'm a little worried. There are slogans everywhere on the streets of Hangzhou these two days. I don't know what's going on in Yunnan?" Hang Yingshuang, who rushed to Hangzhou from Shaoxing a few days ago, looked at her elder brother and said, "I mourn Premier Zhou, the whole country is the same." After Zi Defang Aiguang's accident, Brown was arrested and interrogated for a period of time, but he was released after he did not find any new materials.As soon as he was released from prison, he returned to Yunnan. Several daughters of Xiaobangdian were waiting for him to choose.This time he returned to Hangzhou City because of the relocation of his ancestral grave, and his mother sent grass to pick him up at the train station.Arriving in Hangzhou late at night, he was stopped by someone at the station. It is unbelievable to say that he was stopped by a lunatic woman.The lunatic woman in ragged clothes hummed "North wind blows, snowflakes drift" while dancing ballet on the platform, attracting a large group of people. Son, where is your big spring? Where did your big spring go?The crazy woman roared, pointed at the other party and asked sharply: Who are you, dare to speak to Minister Zhao like that?The iron fist of the dictatorship of the proletariat will not let you go!

While speaking, her eyes shot into the crowd, hooking Brown like a hook.Brown shivered, lowered his head and asked his mother, "Mom, do you think she is Zhao Zhengzheng, isn't she?" Ji Cao sneered and said, "She also has today!" They had heard about Zhao Zhengzheng's madness a long time ago, and they even applauded a little at the time, it's not an exaggeration for God to punish her to go crazy.But seeing her current miserable situation with my own eyes, sending grass is still uncomfortable, thinking that I should keep my head down and let myself go, but Zhao Zhengzheng's eyes have been fixed on Brown, with an ecstasy in his eyes, she yelled : "Dachun, Dachun, you are finally back! The Eighth Route Army is back, Huang Shiren, just wait - you want to force me to death, and you will blind your eye sockets -" she suddenly sang, and threw herself straight at Brown: "Dachun, Dachun, I've been waiting so hard for you—"

Surprised by this move, Brown turned his head and ran, and the people next to him laughed and made way to see the lunatic chasing after her.Brown quickly jumped back into the car and said to the flight attendant, "Why don't you send her back? It's pitiful for her to be here alone." Crazy, how many times have you been in and out of the mental hospital, now even the people in their family don't bother to take care of her, how can people outside take care of her?" Brown and Ji Cao had to find another small door to slip out quietly.When he walked to the square outside, Brown stopped, hesitating to say something, and Jicao opened his mouth first, saying, "Do you want to take care of that Zhao Zhengzheng?"

Brown quickly said: "Mom, how can you say this? She can go to prison, she can go to the hospital, she can go to a meeting to criticize, but a woman shouldn't go crazy at night." "It's not an exaggeration to shoot her!" Ji Cao cursed fiercely when he remembered De Fangai. Brown thought for a while and said, "But she shouldn't go crazy at the train station at night. Mom, you say a word, and you promise me to send her back, and I will send her back." "What if I don't agree?" Brown thought for a while and said, "Then I have to send her back too!"

Ji Cao had nothing else to say, she yelled angrily in a low voice: "Go by yourself, I won't go anyway!" She waved her hand and walked forward on her own, thinking that her son would follow her Well, I didn't expect to look back and see that my son was gone.The mother and son had just met, and broke up unhappy. Ten-year-old Yesheng was bouncing down the path. She heard the conversation between her fathers with her ears pointed, and then said in her own thoughts: "I have seen Premier Zhou. Aunt Pan, do you think that Premier Zhou is Isn't it the coax we've all seen? It's beautiful!" She admired, although not so solemn, but sincere.

"You're so young, remember?" Hang Jicao said, "Our Yesheng really has a good memory. How old was she at that time, in 1972, she was only six years old, and she just came back from the island. They set up a table. On that day, Premier Zhou accompanied Nixon to the building outside the building for dinner, and he also ate Longjing shrimp. Many people saw them. At that time, Premier Zhou was not sick." "Dad, have you seen Premier Zhou?" Yaoyao asked.He spoke a voice that was changing, and the voice sounded very strange, making Yesheng want to laugh when he heard it.

While avoiding the tea branches, Fang Yue said: "Premier Zhou didn't see me, but I saw the Secretary of State Kissinger of the United States. I went shopping at Jiefang Road Department Store that day and saw him there too. Shopping, guess what he is buying?" Yingshuang said decisively, "He's buying tea!" Fang Yue was surprised, he didn't pretend, he stared at her and asked, "How do you know, he is really buying tea, canned premium Longjing tea, I saw it with my own eyes." Yingshuang was a little restless, and she hurried back as soon as the Qingming Festival was over.This time in Hangzhou, she has her special mission.

During the march, only the three men in front hadn't said a word, Hang Han, Wangyou and Hang Jiahe who were supporting each other.Time seems to have successfully transformed them, making them more and more similar to the oldest man in the family, Hang Jiahe.At this moment, they are walking cautiously among the tea bushes, looking at each other quietly, and looking ahead from time to time, the ancestral grave is about to arrive. The ancestral tomb has long been a symbol of family history, and people who died later are no longer buried here.The protruding Qingjia in the mountains in the western suburbs of Hangzhou is gradually disappearing with time.But since it is still an ancestral tomb, passers-by always go around a little bit, and the tea canopy has not been pruned, and grows big and dense around them, almost covering them.This time, the city took a unified action to remove all the burial graves in this area and turn them all into tea gardens.In early summer, all the ancestral tombs of the Hang family will be moved to Nanshan.This year's Qingming Festival will be the last visit to the grave for the whole family to Jilongshan.It was this big move that brought the Hang family back to the western suburbs of Hangzhou.

The bones of these ancestors in the Hang family's ancestral tomb could have been buried in the tea garden in Lijilong Mountain, so it would be much simpler.This is also a regrouped cemetery, even Su Manshu's tomb was relocated here.There is an open space in front of it, which is the tomb of the martyrs of 1911, which was just moved from the West Lake a few years ago. There are Tao Chengzhang's, Xu Xihu's, Chen Boping's, and Ma Zonghan's.The names of these people were so popular in the past, but now they are accompanied by tea, and no one cares about them.Hang Jiahe felt that this was very good. An era was buried in the tea garden, which is a very good destination.But he still decided to move the ancestral graves to today's Nanshan Cemetery. The cemeteries of Ye Zi, Jiaping, Defang, Aiguang, and Bai Ye have already been arranged there, and he himself will die there. The dead were separated from them again.Strangely enough, he doesn't believe in God, but he values ​​the ritual of death.He doesn't believe that there is really another world, but he imagines that world when he is alive, and finds a home for himself in that world. His eyes are not working, but he can see everything here.With his severed finger, he slowly and affectionately pointed at those tea canopies one by one: this is from his father Hang Tianzui, this is from his mother Xiaocha, this is from his eldest mother Shen Lvai, this is It belonged to his sister Jiacao... He pointed out the place where Huang Jiaofeng was buried very accurately.A Yingshuang plant was planted there, which was flourishing and in its prime. I don't know which one of the juniors asked rashly: Are they all here?Hang Jia and his lips trembled, his face was pale, he was stunned for a while, and then walked to the slope opposite the creek next to him, his thin body rubbed the tea canopy with rattling noises.Wangyou hurried up to support Jiahe.They walked to the tea garden on the hillside together. He looked around and recognized the big tea canopy. He stood under the big tea canopy for a while.The blurry eyes flashed past events: did they see the big water tank that was buried in the grave together, or the big fish from Yuquan that Jia Cao hugged?He shook his head vigorously, not knowing whether he wanted to bury these heartbreaking memories in his heart grave or shake them out of his chest.A bitter taste rose from his mouth, more and more gossamer in front of his eyes, thicker and thicker, golden lights danced in front of him, and he heard bursts of metallic sounds in his ears.Unable to stand up in the April spring breeze, he subconsciously pulled out a handful of fresh tea leaves and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them. Among the grown-up men and women of the Hang family, only Ji Cao learned about the fate of her half-brother, a traitor, through vague rumors from her predecessors, but she never asked her elder brother Jiahe.Whenever they went to the grave and came down from the mountain, and passed the tea garden at the foot of the mountain, the elder brother Jiahe always slowed down a bit. He never set his sights on the tea garden, which was a kind of deliberate refusal. Now, only he, Hang Jia, and one person know the family secret.The man named Wu Sheng was also dead.Wu Sheng found Hang Jiahe in the first spring after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War.He was old and dizzy, so he brought a bone box, and the two of them buried it beside the tea plantation at the foot of the mountain here.Wu Sheng didn't blame Jiahe for this arrangement, he knew why this bone box was not worthy of entering the ancestral grave on the mountain.Many people in the family have completely forgotten about this person, and the younger ones have never even heard of him—he is a traitor, an enemy, and a relative.He is not worthy to enter the Hang family's ancestral grave, but he did not let his corpse die in the wilderness after all.This is a deadlock in family history, which cannot be spoken, heard or seen.Can the traumatic pain brought by all the memories stop here? The other members of the family sat down in front of the ancestral grave and waited.Only Yesheng was standing, looking at Wangyou from a distance, she just saw this grandfather yesterday, for some reason she was curious and scared.At this moment, she nervously asked Yaoyao in a low voice: "You live with Grandpa Wangyou, don't you?" Yaoyao nodded. It was the first time he returned to Hangzhou after that adventure. His little counter-revolutionary incident had long been over, but the sixteen-year-old boy was still very careful, and he had always been reticent. Only with Xiao Yesheng We chatted all the way.He told her what is three-branch nine-leaf clover, what is Schisandra chinensis, what is magnolia, what is Polygonum multiflorum, the fruit of nandina is not red until autumn, and saxifrage can cure body itching and earache.Aescin grows on the top of a high mountain. If you can climb up, you can see it. It is a precious herb.It is even more difficult to find single flower orchids, only West Tianmu Mountain and Ningbo have them.Have you been to West Tianmu Mountain?Have you seen the big tree there?A large tree gathered together is as beautiful as it wants to be. Grandpa said that this is a wild ginkgo family with five generations living under the same roof.There are also big trees on it that can't be hugged by a few people. The mountains are getting higher and higher, and the trees are getting bigger and bigger. The trees no longer look like trees. They grow into the sky like giants, making people feel that people and the sky are very different. Very close. Yesheng couldn't breathe, but she still didn't call him Yaoyao according to his seniority. He should be Yesheng's cousin, but Yesheng only called him Yaoyao, "He's so young, why should I call him Yaoyao?" Uncle!" the little girl said coquettishly. At this moment, she stared at the snow-white adult among the green tea bushes not far away, and continued to ask: "He is so snow-white, do you panic about him at night?" Yaoyao shook her head and said, "Uncle Wangyou is the best person in the world, I sleep with him foot to foot every night." Hang Yao is unwilling to tell Yesheng the scene when he saw Uncle Wangyou for the first time: he emerged from the mountains and forests in the deepening twilight: the wind was blowing, his clothes fluttered, and he looked like a heavenly man.Walking up to him, I saw that he was covered in white, with a strange expression on his face.Before this, he had never seen such a white person in Hangyao.His white eyelashes are long and his cheeks are pink.Hang Yao instinctively hugged his grandfather, but his grandfather turned him over to face Uncle Wangyou, and said to him: "He is my cousin." He spent eight years with his cousin like this, and now he can completely say that his cousin is closer than his biological father. "My father is the best in the whole world, I hope my aunt is the second best, and myself the third." Ye Sheng said suddenly, what she said made those people who were waiting quietly laugh. "Then you will definitely like your grandpa Wangyou." "why?" "My father said that Uncle Wangyou and your father have the same temper, and they both followed Jia and grandpa." "Why? Then who did I follow? And you, who did you follow?" Ye Sheng kept shaking Yaoyao's legs. Yaoyao couldn't say anything for a while, so he just stood there and said: "Let me think, let me think." Hang Decha pulled his daughter over and said, "Little girl, don't talk so much." Yingshuang patted her head and said, "She can really ask, she's a reporter." Hang Decha said as if giving a special explanation for Yingshuang: "I understand the meaning of my uncle's words. Although everyone in our Hang family has a personality, they are basically divided into two categories. One is to pay attention to One is spiritual, delicate, sad, and artistic; the other is strong, brave, romantic and blind, ideal and fanatical." "Like Grandpa Jiahe and Grandpa Jiaping, and also like you and Second Brother." Yingshuang added.Except for her, no one dared to mention it in front of the eldest brother.There was something about her that Hang Decha was not familiar with in the past.The vicissitudes of life have left a mark on her eyebrows, and her previous silly look has been swept away now.Her collagen-resistant eyes became powerful and bright, and today, there is still a kind of uncontrollable hope and excitement in her eyes.At the age of sixteen, she resolutely dropped out of school and followed Li Pingshui back to the tea town of Pingshui, where she worked and became a rural primary school teacher a few years later.She and Li Pingshui are not yet married, six years have passed, and she is still waiting for a certain change of fate, she is more and more like her second brother who has passed away. "Father, tell me quickly, who did I follow, who did I follow." Yesheng was still calling.She is very lively, and she has a kind of eagerness that no girls in the Hang family don't have.Her hair was curly, and she was dressed in a foreign style.Hang Pan raised her and spoiled her a bit. Decha noticed the small Yaoyao that looked lonely.Yaoyao finished elementary school in Anji, East Tianmu Mountain.Anji is a place where bamboo grows, there is Taihu Lake next to it, and there is a river called Dongshouxi, but he and Uncle Wangyou live in Aolli in the deep mountains.In people's eyes, forest guard Lin Wangyou is a mysterious and indifferent fringe figure.The forest guard takes the children to school and walks five miles of mountain road every day.Holding a stick in his hand, he beat the grass along the road to frighten the snakes. The dew soaked their sandals and their trouser legs.The mountain people here regard Yaoyao as the adopted son of his cousin, and they treat him very well.There is a lot of sympathy accumulated in this young man. This young man seems to have a very special mountain atmosphere, but it is different from the rustic atmosphere.At this moment, he is holding a lump of mud under his body in his hand, and is subconsciously pinching it. He is handsome, with a pointed chin and sharp fingers. Fang Yue said with some pride: "I have gone to see what is fired in the kiln. Sooner or later, he will surpass me." It turned out that Yaoyao had been helping his cousin burn the clay kiln while studying.My cousin often burns some simple folk pottery products, most of which are just dishes and the like, and barters with the people in the mountains, but most of the time he gives them away.He is a conscientious forester. He raises pigs and bees at home. Pumpkins climb on the tiled roof. Mushrooms grow on the wooden shelf behind the house. The broken bamboo slices receive spring water from the back of the mountain, day and night. Overflowing in the vat at the door.After Yaoyao came, he became even busier. They only sat together quietly while waiting to leave the kiln.At that time, my cousin's white eyelashes drooped quietly, and the firelight reflected on his face, giving off a serene light full of coolness. Wangyou seemed to have seen his own destiny long ago, so he not only learned how to control himself, but also learned how to control it.This disposition of his was also successfully transferred to Yaoyao.Therefore, despite his father's boast, Yaoyao still looked at the tea garden quietly and did not speak. His father reminded him in time: "Can you show your brother Cha the incomprehensible ancient prose?" Then he turned to Decha and explained, "You know Yaoyao is learning how to make purple sand pots. , Yesterday he took a passage for me to translate, it was in "Pot Mirror". I poured the toilet for so many years, but it was really bad, so I asked him to copy it and bring it to you. Did you bring it? ?” He turned and asked his son again. Yaoyao pressed his pocket, looked at Decha, Decha patted him on the head, and said, "I'll give it a try." Only then did Yaoyao take out the piece of paper from his pocket, and carefully handed it to his elder brother. It turned out that Wangyou went on a business trip to Changxing, a neighboring county, the year before last. When he came back, he brought a pair of purple clay pots and a book about purple clay pots to Yaoyao, and said that he bought them for him on the streets of Changxing.Because it is easy to make tea with this kind of pot, it will not spoil overnight, and the appearance will look better when it is kept. It is cold to warm hands, and it is not hot in hot weather. It can also be stewed on a warm fire. The price is cheap, so I brought it back. But what Yaoyao saw was far more than that.He held the square pot and couldn't put it down.It's hard to tell where this first feeling comes from.It is the artistic feeling of people who grew up in the mountains, just like the feelings of people by the rivers and water. The feelings of the people in the mountains towards the soil and rocks, and the feeling of the solidified material are very intuitive. The book called "Hujian" brought back at the same time was obtained at the home of an acquaintance, and the acquaintance copied it when he was copying from a big family in the past. I can't read it.There are six essentials for pot tasting: verve, shape, color, interest, literary heart and practicality. He found his father and explained it anyway.There was a paragraph of text in it that he couldn't understand, and he didn't know how many white characters were skipped.Ask Uncle Wangyou, he also shook his head, saying that he can tell him about a tree, but he can't tell about a pot, so he should ask his grandfather. In September of that year, after graduating from Hangyao Primary School, he no longer went directly to middle school. His cousin brought him to a pot-making farm in the countryside of Changxing, and his pot-making career began from then on. Changxing is separated from Yixing, the capital of pottery, by a county. Although one is Zhejiang and the other is Suzhou, they are adjacent to each other. He often goes there to learn pottery crafts.It is said that the reason why Yixing became the pottery capital is in the final analysis related to the unique purple sand soil here.Ni Changxing also has this quality.Although Changxing people have a saying in history that "thousand households smoke stoves and ten thousand households", they mainly produce large vats.It doesn't take long to actually produce purple clay teapots.Fortunately, Hang Kiln learned the craft in Changxing.Based on there, I often run to Yixing.At that time, Gu Jingzhou, Jiang Rong and others at the master level were still unlucky, so it was easy to see.Someone quietly asked them for advice, which made them secretly relieved, and the young Hang Yao also learned a lot. The adults taught him a craft. The original intention was to let him have a bowl of rice to eat in the future, so that he could support the elderly and sick at home.Little did they know that sympathy and love were the pair of door knockers of art. The boy opened the door with them, and walked in, his hands covered with purple sand mud.His artistic life began. He has never had the opportunity to copy the passage from "The Pot Mirror" to his grandfather.As soon as I arrived yesterday, I asked my grandfather, but my grandfather said, ask your elder brother, he is working in the reference room now, and he has read a lot of books.Yaoyao specially brought it today, but I was too embarrassed to show it to my elder brother.He thought ancestor worship was a very solemn process, and his eldest brother would not care about his small request. He did not expect that the relationship between life and death is so harmonious, and he can still seek knowledge in the cemetery. It is really difficult for ordinary people to translate this text: If Ruofu's mud color changes, it becomes cloudy and positive at first glance.Grapes suddenly turn purple, tangerines turn pale yellow in a flash; the tender green is in the new tung tree, the emerald green is dripping in the dawn, the yellow is in the sunflower dew, and the fragrance of golden tickets is wafting in the dark.Or yellow and white piles of sand, knotted with sad pears, can be sucked.Or the green is firm in the bone, and the juice is painted to give birth to light.The kiln change of the price of the rose is not a name for the same color.Like iron, like stone, Hu Yu?Hu Jin?Prepare five texts in one vessel, and have a hundred beauties in three stops.Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a bell and a cauldron.Observing it by force, it is brighter than the floating elite.How can Sui Zhuzhi be compared with Zhao Bi and called precious? Decha pondered for a while, and just about to ask who brought the pen, Yingshuang put the pen and a piece of paper into his hands.Almost without thinking, he began to translate: Speaking of the change of mud color, some are gloomy and some are bright.Some are purple like grapes, some are yellow and gloomy like oranges; some are green like new tung trees, and some are green like gems.Some are like sunflowers with dew in the sun, with the faint fragrance of jade millet floating; Some are like gold flakes sprinkled on mud sand, like delicious pears that make people drool;It seems to be iron, it seems to be stone, is it jade?Or gold?Complete harmony comes together, and complete beauty evens the whole body.Looking from a distance, it is as dense as a bell and tripod in the store; near the ground, it is as brilliant as a strange jade floating in the elite.What a beautiful wheel, no treasure in the world can match it. It can be said that Hang Decha was made in one go, and Hang Yingshuang was dumbfounded, and said: "The complete harmony is in one body, and the complete beauty is evenly distributed in the whole body——Brother, it's thanks to you that you can find it out." Decha shook his hand to prevent Yingshuang from continuing to praise him, and said: "Where is this? I have translated it a long time ago. It has something to do with tea. The literature that belongs to the category of tea sets is Wu Meiding's "Yangxian Tea". Pot Fu?" He asked Yaoyao. The juvenile pot maker stammered yes, he was very excited, and told his elder brother his limited knowledge of teapots incoherently.Even if we appreciate it during the Frost Festival, Yaoyao still can't understand what it means to "complete harmony in one body, and complete beauty evenly integrates the whole body".These truths only began to be understood after he made pots for many years.He can only express his enthusiasm for art based on his limited knowledge. He said that there are many photos of real objects in his "Pot Mirror", including those of Gongchun, Chen Mingyuan, Shi Dabin, and Mansheng pots.He even knew that the first person who carved letters on the body of the pot was called Chen San fool.Finally, he finally asked excitedly: Brother, we also have a Mansheng pot at home, right?Dad told me this is an heirloom in our family, when will I be able to see it? " Decha looked at the two children sitting in front of him, each of them put a hand on his knee.He thought, in fact, the blood relationship can also be created through the day after tomorrow. Yaoyao and Yesheng have no blood relationship with the Hang family, but now who would say that they are not our Hang family?Their gestures, expressions, and even their appearance are becoming more and more like the Hang family. While thinking this way, he folded the piece of paper with the ancient Chinese translation inwards, and was about to hand it to Yaoyao. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he subconsciously put the paper mold into his palm, then looked at Yingshuang with an expression Seriously ask, "Where did this come from?" "They all went out from Hangzhou." Yingshuang was slightly taken aback, then said frankly.Apparently, the elder brother has seen the "Prime Minister's Last Words" on the back of the paper. To get tea, Yaoyao took Yesheng to the tea garden in front to play, and then asked Yingshuang sternly again: "Didn't you just want me to see this thing? Now I will ask you again, where did this come from?" ?" Yingshuang was a little surprised by Decha's expression, and she told him that when she was in Shaoxing, she had received this leaflet from Dong Dujiang and the others.Now she finally couldn't hold back the excitement in her heart, she asked her elder brother, can he judge the authenticity of this suicide note? Decha stood up, left the ancestral grave, and walked towards the bamboo forest in front, Yingshuang couldn't tell what he was thinking, she followed behind him without saying a word.In the past few years, she has rarely seen her eldest brother, and it is hard to imagine whether there will be any changes in the eldest brother who returned from exile. Decha said in a tone that was not much different from just now, if she really wanted to hear his true thoughts, he could say that he had already seen this suicide note, and according to his analysis, it was almost the same. written by others.Yingshuang immediately objected to this answer, obviously she too hoped that this was a real last word.She emphasized that the authenticity of this suicide note is obvious, and judging from the evaluation of people in the suicide note, it is also in line with Premier Zhou's usual style. Decha stood still; looking at the silent Chuncha, don't turn your head and ask: "What do you think of Premier Zhou's style?" Yingshuang was immediately stopped by her eldest brother.But she was no longer that slender, timid and nervous girl. After thinking about it, she asked, "Then what do you think is Premier Zhou's style?" Decha seems to be stopped by this girl.He squinted his eyes and looked at Chun Lan in front of him. After a while, he pointed to the tea bushes that were sprouting new buds and said, "I can't tell, but if you use tea as a metaphor, it probably won't be too far away. " Until now, he still didn't want to tell Yingshuang his true thoughts.Because in his opinion, Premier Zhou was first and foremost a statesman, and Zhou Enlai had neither children nor personal property, and did not even leave ashes after his death. This thorough materialist would never rely on his last words after death. He couldn't bear to say this to the girl in front of him, but he didn't want her to get involved too deeply, so he kept silent.However, to Hang Yingshuang, using tea as a metaphor for Zhou Enlai was indeed an opinion she had never heard before.The suffering did not wear down the sharp mind of the eldest brother, he is still a person with independent opinions, but the conversation at this moment made her discover the distance between her and the eldest brother.The question may not be whether the will is true or not, but whether you want it to be true or a forgery. "Even if it's really a political rumor, I don't think it's a big deal. Everyone is spreading rumors. The army, the factory, the countryside, and I'm just one of them." She said frankly to her elder brother. "At some major turning points in history, public opinion has always been ahead. France has the School of Enlightenment, and China has the May Fourth Movement. Don't think that the current situation only creates heroes, and the current situation also creates public opinion. On the contrary, public opinion recreates the current situation, interacts, and reshapes History." When they talked like this, they had already traveled a long way, and the rich green of the tea plantation was rendered layer by layer. "This is the birthplace of Yesheng." He suddenly changed the topic and said. His tone was so calm that Yingshuang thought that Decha had been here many times, or that his painful heart had tended to ease and turned into a long-lasting pain.But the sensitive girl immediately realized that this was not the case. She heard him say: "This is the first time I've come here since Bai Ye left. I don't have the courage to come without your company." It bulged out.He stood for a while, then walked back suddenly and quickly, and said as he walked, "After so many years, I still think that only Bai Ye is my bosom friend, and only she can understand. When I say the martyrs of history, I mean What. We have not mentioned Mr. Yang Zhen for many years, if he is alive today, if your second brother and Aiguang are still alive—” His voice trembled again, “I know you want to be with me now Second brother lives like that, I know you are no longer that little girl who can only make tea... "He was silent again, he was sorry for what was lost forever," but I still want to say that the nature of our Hang people who drink tea is suitable for construction, for making up and resolving, and what we are currently encountering is a age of destruction.The destruction even includes my name, my own persecutor. " Yingshuang couldn't fully understand what he said, but she was moved by his words. She tried to interrupt his train of thought several times, but failed. From a distance, they saw the family members in front of the ancestor's grave waving to them, and they were getting tea. Picking up his pace, he said, "How did this happen? Why did it happen? When is this going to end? I pin my hopes on you. You are relatively young and free. If I say that now you My mission is to read, understand, accumulate, and, most importantly, to preserve myself, to be a witness to history, to be the successor of our Hang family tea people, is there anything wrong with me?" The elder brother's gushing words made Yingshuang's eyes filled with tears, and she held his hand. Just now she hardly thought about telling him about it, but now she suddenly realized that it was very important.It turned out that when she came back from Dong Dujiang, who was already a soldier, and Sun Huazheng, who was a worker, last night, she brought back a batch of suicide note leaflets printed and distributed by them, and a small mimeograph machine.Sun Huazheng said that he seems to have been under surveillance these days, and Dong Dujiang is a soldier, everything is in broad daylight, and there is no place to hide. "Where did you hide them?" Yingshuang blushed, and replied: "I first went to the basement under the rockery, where the second brother and the others printed the leaflets, and it was almost the same as before. I hid them behind the briquettes basket. I wanted to take them with me when I went to the street this afternoon. Up." "I'll take care of that." "How can it be done? At least the two of us have to deal with it together." Decha stopped again, they will soon go back to the family team, there are many things that cannot be said in front of them, his big and thin palm that looks like a grandfather pressed Yingshuang's shoulder, he said : "It's not a big deal, I can handle it well. As for you, of course you can't go home. After visiting the grave, you go with Uncle Wangyou. Don't worry, everything will pass. You have to listen to me , follow Uncle Wangyou, he saved Fang Yue and Yaoyao, follow him to the mountains, you will be safe. Well, we can't discuss this matter anymore, this is the end." Yingshuang still wanted to argue, and Decha pointed to the old Hang family men not far away, and said, "Little sister, look at the white hair on your father's head, look at grandpa, look at those graves. The old tea and the new tea..." Yingshuang heard her elder brother's voice trembling, and she saw the tears in his eyes.The eldest brother went to the island for labor reform that year, and he was also smiling, but now he is in tears... They walked hurriedly towards the ancestral grave, Yesheng kept calling them, incense candles had been placed in front of the grave, and Qingming dumplings were placed for offering.This folk custom, which has been interrupted for almost ten years, has finally moved from indoors to outdoors.The difference from other families is that the Hang family has a special way of worshiping ancestors. The cups of fragrant tea for the sacrifice have already been brewed. The Hang family knelt down amidst the fragrance of tea. Yao Yao and Ye Sheng also knelt down with them. end In this way, another day came after a long night. It is still the kind of day that is like twilight—but it is the twilight of spring, and then there will be darker nights, and there will be countless small white flowers to resist the blackness, and countless fine lights in the depth of filial piety. Intertwined in the darkness, intertwined with the sighs of the deeply disturbed old man; the woman weeps, the young man raises his eyebrows and draws his sword out of its sheath, and the two wriggling ghostly shadows in the secret room.Then, the people in the mountains heard a loud voice, the heaven and the earth were bells and drums, gods and men were waves, Kyushu was vast, and the tea forest was like waves and clouds... The old man Hang Jiahe was walking on the street, leaning on a cane, and seemed to be wandering aimlessly.There were so many people on the street that even the sidewalks were almost packed.The weather turned warm and cold, and a golden sun occasionally shot out from the gloomy clouds. He saw many people holding signs and shouting slogans and walking towards the city center. The campaign he and Jiaping participated in.Some people even distributed leaflets. One leaflet floated on him like a beautiful butterfly. His eyesight was very bad, but he still read the titles:... Last Words... He carefully folded it up and put it in his underwear pocket. He wanted to go home and take a good look at it with a magnifying glass.A crowd was coming in his direction, and he stood still, letting the crowd flow past him. Almost all the juniors who returned from sweeping graves in the mountains stood by his side.Only grandson Hang Decha took his daughter Yesheng home first.Before leaving, grandson and Uncle Wangyou whispered for a long time, and then Wangyou and Yingshuang left together.The grandson also asked other members of the family to accompany him to his aunt Jicao's house to wait for 4wt Lang.这些细节嘉和都听在耳里，他心里明白，但一言不发，他知道，又有什么事情要发生了。 一条长龙似的大幅标语，像挡箭牌一样地横在路上，汽车也不得不小心翼翼地绕过他们，有时车头挨在"怀念"上，有时又挨在"杰出的共"上，标语太长，手握标语的人们一字儿排开，还弯了好几个弯，排成了三大行，迎霜眼尖，突然指着第二排叫道："你们看那不是布朗表叔！" 小布朗肯定也已经看到家人了，他得意地拍拍自己的胸膛，又跷跷大拇指，仿佛这件天大的事情已经包在他身上了。他的头上和许多人一样扎了一块白布，上面写了一些什么他没有在意。把赵争争安顿好出来，已经是今天早上了，他一上街就进人了人的洪流，看见家里的人，他使劲地招手，意思是让他们全进来。 这时，一辆囚车呼啸着从杭嘉和身边驶过，老人的心一紧，囚车气势汹汹地朝前冲，但前面的人越来越多，杭家人几乎都拥了上去，只有盼儿紧紧地挽着父亲的手，靠在一株大树下。杭汉他们回头朝他看看，他挥了挥手，意思是让他们自己活动去，他不要紧，他能把自己照顾好。 囚车被游行队伍挡住了，车上那个戴眼镜的男人，贪婪地把眼睛贴在国窗上，他好几次看到了那个把手捂在胸前的老人，他被一个中年妇女扶着，慢慢地走着，不时地没人人海，但又及时地浮出来，有时还抬起头，以他特有的那种神情，面向天空，唤着空气。看到老人那期待的神情，戴着手铐的男人，脸上就露出不知是欣慰还是痛苦的神情。 尽管得茶作了比较精细的安排，他还是晚了一步，带着夜生走向羊坝头那杭家的老宅时，翁采茶领着的搜查小组已经搜出了迎霜藏在地下室的传单与油印机，此时正在巷口的公共电话亭里给吴坤打电话，让他赶快过来。吴坤接了采茶的电话大吃一惊，说："你在省里管的是农业这个口子，公安这一块你插什么手？" "还不是为了你！"采茶一边观察着外面的动静一边轻声说，"从杭家搜出了东西，这不是明摆着给你机会！" 正在独自喝闷酒的吴坤恨不得顺手就给采茶一耳光，他不明白，翁采茶为什么那么恨他们杭家人，这可真是有点无缘无故的恨了。短短四五年间，采茶的地位就升到他上面，根据分析，她甚至有可能当下一届的中央委员。老造反派吴坤却时运不济，他从林彪事件中摆脱出来后，却一直没有能够东山再起。翁采茶替他分析原因，说他是栽在他们抗家人手上了。因为在让杭得茶回来的问题上，他表现得过于热情，结果杭得茶是回来了，他却失去了上峰的信任。 吴坤知道事情并不像采茶说的那样，政治斗争，在他们这帮人中，越来越演变为猪狗般的权力之争。他不屑为了一个委员去鸡斗鸭斗，越来越看不起那些粗鲁的破脚梗。他内心深处非常鄙夷那个"老娘"，文革初期他曾看到过一些她的出身背景资料，不过也就是一个土地主的女儿，上海滩上的三流小明星。他对那个专写社论的笔杆子也很不以为然，酒至七分时想，"什么一座座火山爆发，一顶顶皇冠落地"，整一个东北二人转，他的文章我吴坤照样写出来。这群人当中，只有那个戴眼镜的军师他尚有几分佩服。 他更加看不起采茶，但也越来越不能与采茶抗衡。采茶依旧读破句，念白字儿，顽强地扫盲，越来越丑，但官越做越大，口气也越来越自信。现在她命令他，问他："你来不来？" "不来！"吴坤愤怒地一下子搁掉了电话，他心里一片乱麻，知道大事不好，谁要是搅到总理遗言案中去，十有八九是要掉脑袋的了。女儿！这个字眼立刻就跳出来了。他紧张地掂量，要不要和他们杭家联系一下。正要出门，翁采茶已经出现在他面前，一把把他推进房间，厉声喝道；"吴坤，我不管你是不是老酒又烧糊涂了，你跟我马上走！你今天要是不跟我走，你就永世不得翻身！" 吴坤拍案怒起，一把推开翁采茶，大骂一声："放屁，你是个什么东西，敢跟我这么说话！" 奇怪的是采茶没有跟着发火，停顿了一下，才温和地说："小吴，跟我走吧，这一次该是你打翻身仗了。想一想，你已经有多久没坐过主席台了？" 这是多么低级趣味又是多么赤裸裸，但又是多么准确、生动、形象，多么一语中的：是的，你已经有多久没有坐过主席台了？而那种呼啸的群众场面，那种一呼百应、地动山摇的着了魔似的感觉，是多么令人欲仙欲死啊！ 有多少普通的人，甚至愚蠢的人，都无法摆脱这样的致命的诱惑——你看，我眼前的这个柴火丫头，这个曾经话不成句的蠢女人，她多么流利地道出了权力的快感啊！ 可是你知道你在冒什么险吗？水可以载舟，也可以覆舟，我们真的就这样一条道走到黑了吗？你从来就没有想过，有一天，我们会上历史的审判台吗？ 什么，你说什么？我们上历史的审判台？翁采茶茫然地摇摇头：没想过，从来没想过！再说想也没用，反正也退不回去了。你要是现在不跟我去，你完蛋，我也得完蛋。你想想，这些年来，要不是我顶着，你还能坐在这个位置上吗？你真的肯跟杭得茶换个个儿，去背那个纤吗？ 吴坤呆住了，他那么聪明一个人，却发现聪明不过采茶的愚蠢。翁采茶已经看出了他的心理演变，加重了语气，说："这都不是你说的吗，皇帝丞相什么的莫非就是天生的，这不都是你告诉我的吗？" 采茶上前，抱住了他，把她的脸贴在他的胸口，对他说："别害怕，有我跟你在一起呢。你看，我不是听了你的话，连孩子都不要了吗？我不是早就跟你说过，不能同年同月同日生，但愿同年同月同日死吗！我们无牵无挂，我会陪着你一条道走到底的！" 他按住胸口，他的心在痛，他知道那是良心在痛，是他又要从恶时的一次良心的警告。但这样的警告从来也没有真正起过作用，因此他痛恨他的残存的良心。他拼命地捶打着胸口，想把那种痛苦打回去——他一边摇摇晃晃地套着风衣，一边问：他本来是要走进那富丽堂皇的宫殿的，为什么结果他却走进了～间茅草房呢？ 夜生不明白发生了什么，上坟归来，刚到巷口，来彩妈妈就向她招手，对她耳语，说："快叫你爸爸跑！"话音未落，得茶已经来到她们身边。看着来彩的神色，他顿时明白了一切，因此吐了口长气。刚才他让寄草姑婆和盼姑姑把爷爷接到她们那里去坐一会儿，就是怕万一家里发生了什么不测让他们再受打击。他托来彩管着夜生，对她说："爸爸要出门去了，可能要去很长时间，不要紧，家里还有很多人呢，他们一会儿就会回来的。" 正在那么说着的时候，一个披着件大衣服的男人走了过来，手里还拿着一本厚厚的书。夜生想，这个人怎么跑到我们家里呢？ 那个人和爸爸说话的时候，却几乎一直盯着她，这使她很不自在。然后她听到他说："没想到吧。" 她又听到爸爸说："倒是想到了，这种时候你哪里闲得下来，却是没想到你亲自来了。捕快之举，你也有兴趣？" 那人笑了，夜生记住了他的话，她听到他说："我刚才去过你的花木深房，和过去一样，你的茶具图还在墙上。我还注意到了一幅茶砖壁挂，右下角有她的字……白夜……还有，你看，这部《资本论）｝，我记得那是杨真先生留下的。那上面写着什么，我上一次没有看出来，我以为是我不认识的什么英语单词，刚才我突然明白了，那是拼音字母：风雨如晦，鸡鸣不已。"他看着夜生，蹲了下来，把书交给她，朝她抽搐着脸说："这书没问题，你留着吧。" 得茶突然闪过了一个不相干的念头，他想起了那个大风雪天，在医院里，隔着窗帘，寄草姑婆朝杨真先生对天指了指，他们会意的神情一直放在得茶心上。许多次他想问姑婆，那是什么意思，最后都重新咽进肚子里。他知道，有些话是永远也不能问的，但是现在他有些遗憾了。 夜生看看爸爸，见爸爸没反对，就把那部《资本论》接受下来，抱在怀里。 吴坤说："东西从你家抄出来，不等于你是祸首，如果你和此事无关，你可以上诉。" "上诉什么？" "我当然不相信你会是政治谣言的传播者。"吴坤铁青着脸，暗示他。 "当今天下，谁还和此事无关？" 吴坤愣住了。夜生紧紧地抱着爸爸的腿，恐惧地看着吴坤。得茶轻轻地摸着女儿的馨发，他说话的口气几乎就如叹息："你啊，走得实在太远了……" 他那谴责中的痛心，只有吴坤一个人听得出来，他的眼眶一热，就大叫起来："走得太远的是你！"如果他不是这样气势汹汹地大叫，他对他自己就失去控制力了。 "就像你永远出乎我的意料之外一样，我也永远出乎你的意料之外啊！"得茶的微微驼着的脊梁挺了一挺，人突然就高大了一截。他很淡地一笑，是的，即便如此之淡的笑容，他也已经很久没有过了。 现在，囚车终于从人群中冲了过去，那幅巨大巨长的标语被冲开了，人群挤在囚车后面，愤怒地呼喊着，挥着拳头，就像是密密麻麻铺天盖地漫山遍野的新茶。布朗、迎霜，还有其他的杭家人，他们从各个方向走来，云集在此，又都被这巨大的洪流冲散了，裹挟进去了，他们互相招呼着，搀扶着，横拽着标语的队伍又往前进发了…… 七十六岁的老人抬起头来，一缕阳光漫射在他的脸上，正是那种茶叶最喜欢的、来自于阳崖阴林的温和的光。他嗅到了四月的空气中那特有的茶香，他一边被人群推动着，不由自主地往前走着，一边仿佛看见了这个时候的茶山——…… 天空蔚蓝，眼前浓翠；一道道绿色瀑布，从崖间山坡跌落下来，南峰北峰的青翠绿毯，仿佛刚刚用水洗过；新芽如雀舌，齐刷刷地伸向天空；自由的鸟儿在天空飞翔，欢快的洞水下水草在绿袖长舞；粉蝶在茶园间翩翩起飞，蜜蜂发出了春天的特有的懒洋洋的嗡叫；新生的藤萝绕着古老的大树悄悄攀缘，姑娘们在山间歌唱： 溪水青青溪水长， 溪水两岸好风光， 哥哥呀，上皈下饭插秧忙， 妹妹呀，东山西山采茶忙， 他想，今天可真是采茶的好日子啊……