Chapter 6 Blood

It is said that my friend ×× was tortured until he was in a bad shape, and after the interrogation was over, he was dragged back to the prison by several people.On the other hand, although he was so vicious, he still didn't get many useful confessions, as if the time had come to make the investigators helpless.At the same time, the news that the top cadre ××× has made a compromise with ×× has been confirmed, so one day I was allowed to get a chance to visit him in a hospital of ××. Because I heard people talk about it before, and everyone who had a slight suspicion suffered a lot. Before I went to the hospital, the look of my friend was completely imitating the death row prisoner I saw at another time. of.My mind was dominated by grief and indignation that didn't help me. At about five o'clock in the afternoon, I went to the gate of the military hospital and handed over the special note given to me by the deputy commander to the registration office.The middle-aged man was joking with a fat secretary inside, and the faces of both of them were very round.He turned his head and looked at me for a while, as if he didn't quite believe that I had this right, and with his official air, he moved his eyes from me to the note of the deputy commander.

"Comrade, do you want to watch ×××?" He said this, but it didn't seem like he was talking to me at all. I didn't answer, because he couldn't doubt that the note was fake anyway. "Can you write a name in the book?" Although he said this, his tone was like an order, "Write a name up." Still silent, I picked up the pen in front of me and wrote as ordered. I signed it, thinking that this should lead me to my friend's residence. Who knew that this man was so careful, and he looked at my signature for a while.He was still grinning at the old joke, not on my business at all, and soon he was on to another business, because someone came to someone with a note again.

As for the other comrade, he still asked for that person's signature, although the charter note was written very clearly.Probably the other comrade also thought that this was a formality, so he had to follow it. Just like me, he wrote his name behind my line, and put down the pen when he finished writing. When we arrived, we were waiting in the same way, standing in front of the counter, and the clerk turned his face inside, listening to the unfinished jokes of a round-faced clerk who had put down his pen and was telling jokes. The comrade couldn't bear it any longer before I was about to speak, he said, "Comrade, what are you doing?"

This man, using me as a shield, turned his head and said, "This comrade will come first." "What are you doing?" "What do you think I do? Your military uniform can't be scary in this place." "Comrade, what are you talking about? Are you doing your duty like this?" "..." This man appraised the young man in military uniform with his eyes, smiled maliciously, and praised me with a mocking air of "good character, good character", but he came to greet me. "Comrade, this is a formality, you should understand." "Understood," I said.

He thought I was a businessman, or a comrade who came from a business group, and it was too easy to deal with bureaucracy. He deliberately pretended to be soft but not hard, and expressed that he ignored the later comrade and was willing to get things done for me first. .While he was sending the note to the clerk, the clerk looked at the note for a while, then moved the typewriter on the table, rattled, and typed out a piece of paper.Thank God, I actually got this piece of paper from this comrade, and I can go upstairs to the sick room. But when he reached the stairs, he was stopped again.One of the nurses said no. Before I heard the reason clearly, I was chased downstairs by her momentum.I saw the nurse, who was about thirty years old, with a freckled oval face, which made me suspect that if she hadn't been kissed rudely by an armed comrade just now, she would never have such an unhappy look.I couldn't go up, so I retreated to the registration office and sat down on the bench.

Borrowing the reflection from the corridor, I saw the place between the walls of the hospital that was pierced by a gun half a year ago. Although the new plaster was filled, the cracked holes could not be seen, but I could still get it from my imagination. Where is the situation. It is said that the westward retreat of the XX Army was based on this building. Five machine guns on the fourth floor were aimed at the XX main road and fired.Needless to say, where I was sitting, there might have been some dead bodies crawling, and the comrades of the Seventh Division who were the first to enter the door here were also a few people who were killed in front of the door by hand bombs.

These are things of the past.All blood, all terror, is over.Because I sat there and saw the young nurses in white clothes walking past me, they all seemed to be very beautiful, much more beautiful than the lesbians doing political work I saw in Hankou at another time.And it is only recently that I have the mood to notice the beautiful figures of these women, but half a year ago, I was completely crazy, as if there is no room for such a distinction between beauty and ugliness in my heart.Seeing these women, I feel that these are youth, and pondering my recent disillusionment, I have indeed found evidence of the success of the so-called revolution in some things.

I just looked at those places where new traces could not be avoided despite being filled, and smiled, forgetting that I was visiting a friend, and forgetting other disputes. Suddenly there was a loud quarrel at the registration office, and I remembered the comrade who looked like a military school student who came with me to find someone.Needless to say, on the one hand, the idleness of "you are busy and I am not busy" and on the other hand, the gnashing of teeth in the "damn thing" quarreled.Naturally, these things would not have been seen before the success of the revolution.Because the unity at that time had a reason to eliminate the growth of this energy, it is different now.No matter how you say it is different now, I heard the noise.I stood up and went to the registration office to see.

I had to make a turn to go to the registration office, and I had to go through a short corridor. What a pity, out of my expectation, these two people twisted each other across a low wooden platform for some reason.Not only is it twisted like this, but it looks like it has been kneaded and beaten. Two or three people in the courtyard can't break up the enemy, and the anxious and chaotic situation can be seen. The guy at the registration office, who looked like an old comrade, was grabbing the collar of the armed comrade with one hand, and his jaw was being pressed against by the powerful fist of the young comrade, unable to move.As soon as I came, for some reason, the two of them let go at the same time.About I ran out of the dark, they thought I was the dean.

I see these people have nothing to say. But the armed comrades were bleeding from their hands, and I saw this bloody hand.It was as if I had hurt my teeth when I punched it, because I saw the comrade at the registration office who looked like the shopkeeper, spitting red foam.There was no bleeding, and it probably helped that the side was sweating. When they realized that I was not the dean, it seemed impossible to do anything, so they quarreled with each other loudly, and the persuading person also muttered loudly.I am naturally well aware of the origin of the bloodshed of this war.Even though he clearly saw the blood of the revolutionary comrades, he still had nothing to say, because it was reasonable to see who won the battle.They quarreled and disagreed with each other about the reasons, and when they saw that the people around them were not judges and didn't want to understand such things as "reasons", they began to insult each other more naively.The guy at the registration office, who probably should have suffered a little when the two scuffled, scolded each other, so he wouldn't let the armed comrades take advantage of it.If it weren't for a foreigner and a Chinese who looked like a dean running down the stairs, I would probably still have heard a lot of allusions and wild words that are not easy to listen to.On the side of the dean is the military minister, and these two people will be served immediately to the military headquarters.

After watching the bleeding scene, I ran upstairs and saw my friend XX in a single ward.After three months of breaking up, XX hardly recognizes who I am, and I hardly recognize him. Beside the hospital bed, I held his outstretched and trembling thin hand. We looked at each other, and each of us was surprised by each other's downfall. Even though I had thought of my friend's haggardness as a death row prisoner, I couldn't help but look sad. "How did it become like this?" "And you don't look like you anymore." While talking, my friend ×× just smiled wryly. My friend didn’t fully know about the recent XX compromise, but thought that he was tortured until he had no clue. In order to prove that he had no plan for the riots in Province C, some comrades were released to live in this hospital to recuperate.My friend didn't know the details of my release from prison until I heard about my conspiracy to send XX, and how I compromised because of K's trouble. With tears in his eyes, the friend said, "In the future, you think..." "after……" "I think I'm done. I'll go to Japan to wish you well." "Aren't your feet bad?" Hearing about feet, my friend seemed to remember the wounds below his legs, and he asked me to throw off the thin blanket that was covering me.I was about to take the blanket away when the nurse who had stayed outside the door as if she had been ordered to listen in on our conversation came in and shook her hand at me. I asked her, "Is Comrade XX okay?" "It's almost over, a little bit, and I can be discharged from the hospital in ten days." The nurse who said this seemed to be guarding us and no longer left the room.I asked my friend about ××'s situation in prison, but my friend only saw the nurse and did not answer.I know that I should be careful when I speak, so I will not speak for the time being. When I arrived, I told my friend about the bloodshed downstairs.My friend also seemed to be very interested in this matter, and listened very attentively. It seemed that we hadn't seen each other for three months, and we only needed to talk about other people's things that were close to jokes, as a request for the deputy commander to write a special note to the hospital. reason.I understand this truth, so I don't talk about other things, just bet with my friends to guess how the military department will handle this matter.The friend said, "The thing must be that both of them were sent to the hospital first, and then sent to the hospital after their injuries were cured..." This made the nurse who had the responsibility of being a detective laugh. When I returned to my residence from my friend’s ward, I turned around in front of the bustling street where the world was already peaceful, and under the gas light that turned from white to green, I looked at the young comrades in arms, with brand-new horsesleeves with shining metal thorns. I was walking slowly beside the new asphalt road with my leather boots leggy, because I was holding the waists of the white-faced women in gorgeous dresses who were walking side by side, and my hands were not free. feel.I can't think of how my friend endured all the tortures in this new era because he was committed to the revolution and was assassinated by others. I just think about the little bloody incident downstairs in the hospital that is close to a comedy. No matter how you explain it, you can't comfort yourself with nostalgia for a good time in the past as a comparison with what you see now.The revolution has stopped at a stage, and what we see at this stage will be these and everything close to them, and we cannot hope for anything else. "The human elephant is really outdated..." Although I was always accused of being radical and unstable by everyone, when I returned to my residence, I thought that it was impossible for me to justify this non-outdated reason in a certain sense, so I did not shy away from thinking like an outdated person. , but the excitement and honesty of ordinary comrades in the era of the Northern Expedition, as well as the glory of personality.While reading a book, I saw that "it is blood that spurts out of the blood vessels." The blood seen in the hospital during the day seems to be still in front of my eyes. I think Lu Xun is just one of the idiots. Don't talk nonsense.