Chapter 29 Chapter 71

Liu Shaoqi was in a semi-comatose state all day long. Since the publication of the Communique of the Twelfth Plenary Session of the Eighth Central Committee of the Communist Party of China last year, he knew that he was completely hopeless in politics. People are spiritual animals. Once the spirit breaks down, life will quickly decay. . It was autumn, and the air in the room seemed to be getting thinner and thinner. In a trance, he knew that he was lying on the bed with a feeding tube inserted in his nostrils. This cold and numb feeling told him from time to time, His life was on the verge of death.An intravenous syringe was stuck in his arm, and the feeling of numbness and suffocation kept telling him that the last bit of life was struggling to maintain.When bursts of thick phlegm poured into his throat, oppression and pain were the most direct. He struggled with his weakened body like a drowning man.The sputum aspirator was inserted into the mouth, and there was a sound of sucking. The mouth seemed to be less blocked. The suction head of the sputum aspirator was still scanning the mouth, and the sound of liquid and gas rushing into the straw was heard.The medical staff's movements were a little rough, and the straw scratched the mouth and tongue with a trace of pain. This kind of pain was bearable in comparison, at least it showed that life still existed.There were two or three medical staff in white hats and coats, with faces that could not be said to be kind or unkind.For him, a "traitor, traitor, scab," and "China's largest capitalist roader," all medical humanitarianism can be cancelled.As early as one or two years ago, some medical staff gave him injections while insulting him. The injections were rough and heavy, and the severe pain caused by the extremely violent injections once made his buttocks feel like they were being torn apart.

The people around him seemed to be muttering about something, he allowed his life to float on the bed weakly, and the suffocated and numb feeling of the nasal feeding tube was still giving him the feeling of sustaining life dizzily.Probably the activities in the surrounding environment caught his attention. He opened his eyes and looked at what happened around him dimly.A female nurse pressed a newspaper against the wall, then dipped a cotton swab into a bottle of purple syrup held by another medical staff, and wrote a large line of words on the newspaper, and they held the newspaper in front of his eyes , he swept his eyes and saw these big purple characters clearly: "The central government has decided to transfer you to another place." He pretended not to respond, turned his head to the right, and the newspaper moved to the right, blocking the His gaze, he turned his face to the left again, he didn't see this line of writing, he didn't want to read it.

There was another soft murmur in the room. A man bent down to him, with a thick rectangular face, big protruding eyes, and a slightly fat chin. Liu Shaoqi knew what he wanted to say to him. the head of the guard.He closed his eyes, and the honest voice of the head of the guard rang in his ears. He was reading the line in the newspaper: "The central government has decided to transfer you to another place." The voice seemed to comfort him, showing that the central government cared about him very much. He closed his eyes and didn't make any gestures, he already knew roughly what kind of arrangements would be made for him.He is powerless to resist this arrangement, but medically he needs his weakened life to cooperate with this arrangement to complete the transfer.

The transfer of him began in the gloomy autumn light, which was somewhat like the transfer of the wounded in the past war years.He just let himself lie down, knowing that his life was slowly decaying.Long-term diabetes and the torment of various diseases have already made him lose the ability to take care of himself. No one washes his body or changes his clothes. Soaking in his unnumbed feelings.He could see the overwhelming distaste on the faces of the paramedics every time they came to the bedside to perform necessary medical procedures, and if possible, they would finish their care as quickly as possible so that they could leave in a hurry.Now, he let them be dealt with insensibly.His stinky clothes were removed one by one, his body was wrapped in a white sheet, then wrapped in a quilt, and another sheet was wrapped outside the quilt, as if lying in an American soldier's sleeping bag.After stripping off the smelly clothes, lying in this relatively clean package, he felt a little refreshed, and the crisp sheets also made him feel dirty and sticky all over his body.He knew that he had already completely lost the qualification to make the request. If Wang Guangmei could be by his side, she would definitely wipe and wash her whole body, and then put on clean underwear. Even if she died, she would die with dignity and comfort. .

He was carried on a stretcher and carried into an ambulance. Several familiar faces appeared sternly beside him. It was the personnel from the "Liu Shaoqi Task Force" who were monitoring everything. There were one or two nurses and himself in the ambulance. The original Chief of Guards.After running for a long time, he was carried out of the ambulance. He turned his eyes slightly and saw clearly that this was the airport.He was carried into the back cabin of the plane that had been waiting for a long time, and the plane took off quickly, his body floating leisurely like going to heaven.The flight was a bit like a dream.

I remember that when I was very young, I once took a boat. The boat was small, the river was very wide, it was dark, and there were few lights on the other side. After the boat sailed, he felt that the sky, the river and the lights on the bank were spinning in the dark night. In the trance spinning, he seemed to fall asleep, and the spinning night scene became an unforgettable dream in his life.At this moment, he closed his eyes, and felt that the world in the darkness was spinning like a dream.The plane landed, and the shock and turbulence of landing woke him up somewhat from the spinning dream, and he was carried off the plane.The airport at night was dark, decorated with deserted, magical and weird lights. When he was carried forward, the scene in the dark night rotated beautifully again. It would be very comfortable to walk all the way, and the air outside was very fresh.However, he was quickly carried into an ambulance, and he heard the people who followed him from Beijing talking to the people here, and then the ambulance drove out of the airport roaring.Probably the chief guard lay beside his ear and whispered to him: "This is Kaifeng, Henan."

When he was carried out of the ambulance again, he saw himself being carried into a square yard.The so-called courtyard is surrounded by three-story buildings on all sides, enclosing a dark and closed space like a prison.In the dim street lights, he seemed to see a dense grid.He closed his eyes, and the grid of lights swirled confusingly in front of his eyes. He fell into a huge spider web like a poor little flying insect.He has been "handed over" and all the people from Beijing have disappeared, and some new faces have appeared again.Seeing many soldiers active in the yard, he was carried into one of the four small buildings by strict guards, turned a few corners, and entered a set of dark rooms on the first floor. Was put on the bed in the back room.He thought ignorantly that this was actually not transferring the wounded during the war, but transferring an important enemy prisoner.Thinking of this "enemy prisoner" being seriously ill and causing so much trouble for the transfer, he somewhat gave a self-deprecating smile, and that smile was like a faint dawn in the world of wandering souls, illuminating the dark horizon.The land surrounded by the horizon is also dark. I only know vaguely that there are thousands of mountains and mountains up and down. I also know that I have trekked through thousands of mountains and mountains. Now I can’t see clearly. The land is dark, but the sky is brighter. Dazzling.Mao Zedong stood tall in the sky wearing a gray-blue Eighth Route Army cap, which is a "unique" image.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and the room was very dark. He could hardly see the sky outside the window. The thick curtains were closed all day long, but the pale fluorescent lamp above his head was on day and night, illuminating his innocent life.He felt that his life juice was gradually being drained, and his body was getting drier and lighter, like a piece of dried tree gradually losing its elasticity, and his limbs and body were getting stiffer and stiffer.He couldn't help but think of a carpenter's words. He saw a carpenter making doors and windows for the cave in Yan'an. While planing the wood, the carpenter said that the wood must be baked before making doors and windows furniture. He was standing in the sun with his hands behind his back. , and asked with a smile: "Why?" The carpenter pointed to a small tree beside him and said, "Wood has temper even if it is not baked." Then, he stood up, bent the small tree with his hand, and let go, the small tree It bounced back again, and the carpenter said: "This is the nature of the tree." The carpenter picked up a piece of wood that was planing in his hand and said, "This piece of wood has been baked, and if it loses its nature, it will not bend. If you try to bend it, it will break." At that time, he realized that temper is the sign of life, a living tree has temper, but a dead wood that has been roasted has no temper.Now, I am being roasted, my body is gradually losing its temper, and one day I will ascend to the kingdom of heaven lightly.

He knows that he is heading towards death, but he no longer has the confidence to stop this trend, just like he has no confidence to stop the political tide that brought him down. The sense of responsibility in life just makes him try to remember what day it is every day . November 1969 began, and the house became colder. According to the national heating regulations, there will be heating only after November 15.Whether his life can last until November 15th, he doesn't think much at the moment, he just observes his last life silently.He knew that he began to feel cold all over his body, and then he felt hot all over again, and then he fell into a semi-comatose state with the combination of cold and heat. He heard the medical staff say in his ear after taking his temperature: "39 degrees Celsius 7... 39 degrees Celsius 8... 40 degrees Celsius..." He floated dizzily in the heat, and the real feeling is that this high fever fainting state is actually very blissful, it is somewhat like being sunburnt on a warm boat. Basking and floating, it's more or less like lying in the white clouds and being basked and floating by the sun.He also discovered at this time that death is not very scary. When a person is really close to death, he will feel that it is a relaxing destination.I've been running all my life, and I'm really tired from running, and I can't hold on any longer. It might be a relief to lie down on the death bed and confess myself.I have talked about liberation all my life, but in the end I found that death is the most complete liberation.

In the hot dizziness, I heard people around me saying: "It seems to be pneumonia." I heard someone say: "It can't be completely confirmed." I heard someone say: "Should I be sent to the hospital?" And I heard someone say : "Not allowed to be sent to the hospital." After a pause, I heard someone say: "For the condition in front of me, try to treat it as much as possible." .He knew that his body was still having a high fever, and he also vaguely knew that it was already late at night on November 11, 1969, and his life was making its final performance.Life is often very persistent, always struggling to survive, even at this time, still doing consuming persistence.He knew that his body had a high fever of over 40 degrees Celsius, and he vaguely heard the nurse saying, "The pupils have lost their light response."

He knew that he was gasping for breath with his mouth open, and several medical staff in the room were helplessly busy, and he was very soberly observing the final evolution of his life.It was 6:40 am on November 12th, and the medical staff had to issue a critical illness notice.He couldn't help smiling sarcastically. The notification was not too late, but it was already very late. Five minutes later, the soul was further liberated, and it gently floated away from the body, causing the heart to stop beating. "He" decided not to bear any pain in his body, and ended all his activities in this world.When "he" was floating on the ceiling watching the scene of his own death, he felt kindly grateful to the medical staff who guarded him, because "he" had heard them say: "People are critically ill, Can his relatives come to see him for the last time?" "He" also saw that all the people present, including one or two more responsible people, looked at each other, and did not dare to make any decisions. Regarding this "extra large prisoner of war", they Only the power of custody. "He" is still floating in mid-air, "he" is watching the final result of his body, after all, "he" has lived in this body for seventy-one years, farewell forever, it is inevitable to have a little nostalgia.This body has been dried long ago, lost its temper, and lay there dry. "He" saw his body being carried to the eaves of the corridor outside the building, and several people came over with cameras and took pictures. The death of the number one war criminal.It should be the early morning of November 13th. "He" saw the head of the guard who had followed him for decades appear with a gloomy face. The head of the guard squatted down after listening to a group of people briefing him on the situation.His body had already been covered with a white sheet, and the chief guard lifted the white sheet to reveal his head. His white hair was too long, his beard was too long, and his eyes, mouth, and nose were deformed. Looking at this suffering "He" is full of compassion for his own body.The past seventy-one years have been so persistent and hard work.I saw the head of the guard cut his white hair short with scissors, shaved his beard gently with a razor, and gently pinched his mouth, nose and eyes with his hands.His face was already cold, and "he" could feel the moisture and warmth of the fat fingers of the head of the guard."He" couldn't help but be a little moved that his body could still be touched by a life with kindness before leaving this world.Although "he" is floating in the air at this moment, and has already transcended the world below, however, the inextricable attachment has not been completely cut off.Seeing his body was covered with clean clothes and wearing a pair of leather shoes on his feet. The clothes were not his own, but the leather shoes were worn by him. Seeing his body lying straight on the stretcher, "he" lived for himself satisfied with the final performance. It was now 12 o'clock in the middle of the night on November 14, 1969, and he finally didn't make it to the heating day. "He" saw his body was tightly wrapped from head to toe in a white sheet, and then was carried away in a jeep, and "he" hovered in the air, following the jeep like a helicopter .Kaifeng is dark in the cold winter, and the sparse and deserted street lights illuminate the bumpy and running jeep. "He" was very dissatisfied to see that because the jeep was too small, his two feet were exposed outside the compartment. With the bumps of the car, his two feet were shaking stiffly, as if they were a piece of stem that had completely lost his temper. timber.It was midnight on November 15th. In theory, all cities in northern China could start lighting fires to keep warm at this moment, but he was pulled into a special place for lighting fires to keep warm: the cremation ground.I don't know when the sky began to drizzle, and there were scattered snowflakes in the rain. This may be Tiandi's condolences for the death of the President of the Republic.When he hovered in the rainy and snowy world, he felt that the mourning of nature was actually more tragic than the mourning of the world. The vast North China Plain was shrouded in rain, snow and darkness, and the crematorium was also in darkness, with only a few lights shining brightly in the darkness.Dozens of soldiers sealed off the crematorium, and some people sprayed disinfectant with a sprayer. When the jeep drove into the cremation, all the people in the cremation were wearing masks and gloves, as if facing an enemy. "He" overlooked everything in front of him, and couldn't help showing a tolerant smile. "He" knew that the crematorium had been notified to urgently cremate a patient with the most dangerous severe infection. Everyone cherished life, and everyone was afraid of infection. "He" watched his hard body being pushed into the cremation furnace. When the iron door of the cremation furnace was closed, "he" saw the raging flames inside through the iron wall. Knowing that his body had turned into ashes, "he" felt a sense of relief hanging in the air, as if a kite pulled by a string had finally broken and could float away freely with the wind.In the boundless cold darkness, "he" glanced at the ashes left after his body was cremated from afar. They were packed into a very ordinary urn.Naturally, no one claimed the urn, and it was temporarily stored in the cremation ground. "He" circled and looked down, and filled in the following lines on the "Certificate of Storage": "Curned ashes number: 123; name of applicant: Liu Yuan; and Deceased relationship: father and son; dead person's name: Liu Weihuang; age: 71; sex: male." Liu Yuan was a living son of "him", so Liu Weihuang is naturally an alternate name for "him".In fact, whether Liu Weihuang or Liu Shaoqi is good, they are all symbols. Now that life is over, what is there to be particular about symbols? "He" is like a free kite, floating high in the air, overlooking the dark world of rain and snow.For this world, "he" has already detached, but he still has a trace of inseparable attachment to his wife and children.Because of this nostalgia, he will hover for a period of time before going to heaven to watch the changes in this world.