Chapter 12 Chapter 10 The Saxophone Lost in the Countryside

When Zhu Bitao entered Quliu Village, it was raining.His whole body was soaked by the rain.Rain slid off the lenses of his glasses.He saw the confused and dilapidated Quliu Village. He met a villager wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat. He asked: "My fellow, where is the brigade headed?" The villagers looked at the lonely Zhu Bitao and thought, why is this man's face so pale?The villagers asked: "Are you a foreigner?" Zhu Bitao nodded.The villagers said: "Come with me." Zhu Bitao followed the villagers, and he saw the villagers' dark calves with blue veins exposed under the rolled-up trousers, and the villagers' big feet squeaked on the wet village road.

The villagers led Zhu Bitao to the entrance of the Li Family Ancestral Hall, pointed inside, and said to Zhu Bitao, "It's here, go in by yourself." Zhu Bitao looked at the Li Family Ancestral Hall and hesitated for a moment. Seeing his hesitation, the villagers went in.The villagers came out after a while, followed by a young man holding an oil-paper umbrella and wearing a washed-up military uniform. The villagers walked up to Zhu Bitao and said to him, "Let me tell you, this is Wang Songguo, the clerk of the brigade. If you have anything to do, just ask him, and he will take care of it."

Wang Songguo said, "Come in." In the ancestral hall, several brigade cadres were playing poker around one place. The secretary led Zhu Bitao to a man who looked like a leader, and whispered something in his ear.The leader-like person glanced at Zhu Bitao out of the corner of his eye.Zhu Bitao felt quite cold and shivered. The clerk stood in front of the leader, watching the leader play cards intently. Zhu Bitao was left out in the cold. He stood there and waited for the leader's fate.There are still drops of water on his glasses, and the leader in his eyes is very blurred.

It was not easy for the leader to finish playing the cards. It seemed that he had won this game, and his face was filled with joy.He turned his face and asked Wang Songguo, "What did you just say?" The secretary said a few words in a low voice. The leader stood up, walked in front of Zhu Bitao, looked up and down the wet Zhu Bitao, and said, "Are you the rightist Zhu Bitao from the provincial capital?" Zhu Bitao looked straight at the leader and said without arrogance or humility: "Yes." "Okay, if you come here, you will be safe. The higher-ups have already explained that you must be reformed." The leader said, "Clerk, you take him to the second production team and ask them to find him an empty house to live in first." Let's go. It's raining today, so we won't hold his criticism meeting, let's talk about it when the weather clears up."

The clerk nodded, "OK." "Let's go!" the document said to Zhu Bitao. Zhu Bitao walked out of the ancestral hall together with the document.The leader loudly said to their backs: "Clerk, find someone to help him build a stove, and prepare oil, salt, firewood and rice for him!" Zhu Bitao's heart trembled. The rain has been falling, and the whole Quliu Village is filled with a smell of decay and decay. It has been raining for several days.Heizi heard people say that there is only one way to stop the rain when it keeps raining like this, and that is to take a bamboo hat and burn it in the rain.He always wanted to take out the bamboo hats at home and burn them, but he didn't dare. His mother would teach him a lesson, because a bamboo hat costs several cents.

Heizi's body has grown very fast this year, and he has grown taller by accident, and his Adam's apple has also changed, and his voice has changed into a duck's voice, but he is still so thin. Heizi put on his coir raincoat, picked up a bucket and went to the river to fetch water. After carrying his own water, he also helped Chimao Granny carry water. After the dumb uncle died, he took over the work of the dumb uncle during his lifetime.Before he could walk out of the village, he ran into Wang Chunhong who was running from the rain. "Wang Chunhong, why don't you even wear a bamboo hat, the rain will get you sick." Heizi said to him.

Wang Chunhong stood in front of Heizi, "It's okay, I'm used to it, when did you see me wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat? My health is very good!" To prove that he was in good health, he even patted his chest hard! Heizi said, "Be careful, no matter how good your body is, it's not made of steel." Wang Chunhong said: "Did you know that we have a big rightist here." Heizi asked, "Who did you hear that from?" Wang Chunhong said: "I don't need to listen to anyone. I saw it with my own eyes. I lived in the old cowshed where the production team kept sundries not far from my house."

Heizi said, "The old house is leaky and the walls are broken, can people still live in it?" Wang Chunhong said, "It was arranged by the branch secretary of the brigade." Heizi said, "Take me to have a look after I finish picking water." Wang Chunhong said: "Okay, I will wait for you at home." Heizi said, "Okay, I'll call you then." After picking the water, Heizi came to Wang Chunhong's house.Wang Chunhong was already waiting for him at home.Heizi yelled outside, and Wang Chunhong ran out.Wang Chunhong's mother said: "Chunhong, come back early for dinner." Wang Chunhong agreed with a "hey".

They came to the old cowshed. The old cowshed is actually the mud hut where the orphan Wang Qixiang lived.After Wang Qixiang's death, the mud house was used by the production team as a cattle shed, because the walls of the mud house had several cracks and the roof leaked. The production team leader was afraid that the wall would collapse suddenly and kill the cattle. It was a precious thing, so it was later changed into a utility room for stacking threshing machines and other farm tools. "Can people live in this kind of house?" Heizi muttered. They saw the scene inside through the dilapidated door of the mud house.There are two threshing machines stacked in one corner of the room, and a small bed in the other corner.Zhu Bitao is using an enamel washbasin to catch the rainwater.The rainwater fell on the washbasin and made a pleasant sound.Zhu Bitao was reading a very thick book, and he was mumbling, saying things Heizi and the others couldn't understand.Zhu Bitao's hair is combed into a small mound, which looks pretty.He was wearing a gray khaki tunic with a pen in the upper pocket of the tunic.

Heizi was surprised by Zhu Bitao's concentration on reading in the mud hut.They also saw a strange thing, which seemed to be made of metal, and gave off a kind of light all over.They don't know what that is.Many years later, Heizi realized that it was the Western instrument saxophone. Before long, Heizi became fascinated by the sound emanating from that strange thing. As soon as the sky cleared, the voice of the secretary Wang Songguo came from the radio in Quliu Village: "The members of the community are listening, the members of the community are listening. Everyone, go to the playground of the middle school to hold a criticism meeting."

"There will be another criticism meeting." Heizi said, he knew that once the criticism meeting was held, the school would be closed. Sure enough, just in the middle of the class, the teacher said that the class is over here, and everyone gathered on the playground to participate in the criticism meeting. People from Quliu Village flocked to the playground of the middle school.People had to come, and if anyone didn't show up, work points would be deducted.In those days, holding criticism meetings was a common occurrence, and everyone was used to it.After people came to the scene laughing and joking, Zhu Bitao, a rightist, was put on the school's earthen platform. Zhu Bitao wore a tall paper hat with the words: "Reactionary Rightist Zhu Bitao". Zhu Bitao's hands were tied behind his back. A heavy wooden sign was hung on his chest, and the wooden sign read: "Down with the rightist Zhu Bitao". The brigade secretary Qiu Huomu presided over the criticism meeting. Qiu Huomu shouted the slogan: "Long live Chairman Mao!" There was a flood of shouts at the venue: "Long live Chairman Mao!" Qiu Huomu shouted again: "Carry out the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution to the end!" There was a flood of shouts at the venue: "Carry the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution to the end!" ... Finish calling the slogan.Zhu Bitao of Qiu Huomu's team scolded: "Zhu Bitao, do you plead guilty!" Zhu Bitao said: "I plead guilty, I plead guilty!" Qiu Huomu said loudly: "Rightist Zhu Bitao, confess your counter-revolutionary crimes!" Zhu Bitao said: "I confess, I confess frankly!" Someone in the crowd said loudly: "Speak louder, we can't hear you." Zhu Bitao's voice suddenly rose, and his voice startled the people in Quliu Village. The voice of this rightist was so loud and pleasant, and it was exactly the same as the voice of the male news announcer of the Central People's Broadcasting Station.I saw Zhu Bitao raised his head, his spectacle lenses shone dazzlingly under the reflection of the sun, and he said in a tone like an announcer: "My name is Zhu Bitao, and I was born in a landlord family. , graduated from Peking University. After graduating from university, I went to study in Russia. After liberation, I worked as an interpreter at the Beijing Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I usually did not pay attention to ideological construction, mixed with Soviet revisionists, and did many things that were sorry for the motherland, the people, and the party. The leader later sent me to work in a factory in the provincial capital. Unexpectedly, I failed to live up to the expectations of the people. I did not work hard in the factory, communicated with foreign countries, and wrote letters to the Soviet revisionist. I am also willing to step on ten thousand feet on my body. I must change my mind, learn from the broad masses of the people, and accept re-education from the broad masses of the people..." Zhu Bitao talked for more than half an hour. The people in Quliu Village seemed to have listened to a beautiful speech, but they were not listening to his confession at all.Clerk Wang Songguo's eyes went straight.In fact, the masses have never heard such standard Mandarin on the spot. As soon as Zhu Bitao's words fell, someone clapped their hands. This applause is bad. Qiu Huo stood up abruptly, his eyes wide open, and he yelled, "Who is applauding! Who is applauding the counter-revolutionary rightists! Where are the militiamen, arrest those who applaud and criticize them!" The militiamen searched around the crowd but couldn't find anyone applauding. Qiu Huomu was furious. He pointed the finger at Zhu Bitao, this rightist is quite cunning.He originally thought that it would be fine to criticize and parade in the streets, but he didn't expect to get applause, and he couldn't hold back his face.If this matter got to the commune, he would not be dismissed from his post, and he might even be investigated and criticized.Thinking of this, his scalp felt a little numb. He wants to escalate the criticism meeting. Qiu Huomu said loudly, "Is Zhu Bitao's confession thorough?" The crowd said one after another: "Not thorough!" Everyone is afraid of being arrested and criticized.What justice, what axioms, they don't care so much, and they don't bother to distinguish. When Heizi heard the crowd's "incompleteness", he groaned in his heart, Zhu Bitao was finished.Sure enough, Qiu Huomu ordered Zhu Bitao to be hung on a big eucalyptus tree beside the earthen platform. "It's too high, lower it a bit," Qiu Huomu said. The militia battalion commander lowered Zhu Bitao a little. Qiu Huomu said: "The members of the commune educate and educate this unrepentant rightist!" As soon as he finished speaking, several young men jumped over and beat Zhu Bitao like punching a sandbag. They said, "Don't let you plead guilty! Don't plead guilty!" Zhu Bitao said, "Everyone, don't fight." A young man asked him, "Why?" Zhu Bitao said: "Take off my glasses and put them aside, you guys can fight again." "No!" said the young man, punching him in the chest.Zhu Bitao's face was contorted from the beating, and he gritted his teeth to prevent himself from screaming in pain. At this time, Wang Songguo, the clerk, went over and took off Zhu Bitao's glasses. Zhu Bitao glanced gratefully at Wang Songguo, the clerk. Those young people seemed to have picked up a big deal, and the beating became more and more severe. Zhu Bitao was dangling in mid-air, and he finally couldn't help screaming out. People watched the scene in silence. Heizi's heart was trembling. The secretary whispered in the secretary's ear: "Secretary Qiu, do you still remember the incident where the law enforcement team of poor and lower-middle peasants killed people? Secretary, you have to be careful!" The party secretary Qiu Huomu immediately came to his senses, and immediately said loudly: "Want to fight, not fight!" The crowd also broke out like a wave of voices: "Want to fight, not fight!" Heizi also raised his arms, and said loudly, "Want to fight, not fight!" The young men stopped beating. Zhu Bitao was released.The militiamen escorted Zhu Bitao to fight.The crowd followed behind, chanting slogans.Heizi and his classmates were also inside, following to fight Zhu Bitao. It was late at night, and the clerk Wang Songguo got into Zhu Bitao's mud hut, and he went to deliver glasses to Zhu Bitao.Since then, Wang Songguo, the clerk, often sneaked into Zhu Bitao's hut, and he never came out for a long time. Zhu Bitao went out to work with the members of the production team.When he was working, he was alone on the side, isolated from the members of the commune, like a plague god.In Quliu Village, except for Wang Songguo, the clerk, who often made excuses or secretly contacted him late at night, no one got close to him, and everyone avoided him. The mother said to Heizi: "You must never go to the house of the rightists, do you understand?" Heizi nodded. How much he wanted to contact Zhu Bitao.Zhu Bitao's body reveals the breath of another world.That was the world that Heizi yearned for, the place he had fantasized for a long time that he would grow wings to fly.There is still a sense of mystery about Zhu Bitao. In the early morning, Heizi came to read on the embankment again. Zhu Bitao walked out of the village, walked up the embankment, walked down the embankment again, and came to the wild river beach, holding that strange looking thing in his hand. Zhu Bitao stood on the wild river beach. The wind blew his hair up. Heizi heard a voice, which poured into his heart like a stream of clear water.Zhu Bitao played the saxophone on the grassy river beach, and Zhu Bitao played the song "The East is Red". Heizi was very excited, it turned out that that weird looking thing could make such a beautiful sound.Heizi was obsessed and intoxicated. His heart was carried away by the sound of the music. He believes that there is a place that will brighten his heart and keep him away from the miserable Quliu Village and the bubble of sadness. He stared at the man playing music on the wild river beach. He listened obsessively to the melodious and loud music. Qiu Lingdi, a widow in Quliu Village, has her eyes fixed on Zhu Bitao, an elegant and free-spirited intellectual. Every time Zhu Bitao returns to the small mud hut after swimming, he combs his hair in front of the mirror.Every day when Zhu Bitao came back from work, he would comb his hair in front of the mirror.His hair is always neatly combed.He has a special smell about him.When Qiu Lingdi saw Zhu Bitao, her heart would tremble inexplicably. The noble temperament of Zhu Bitao fascinated her. In the middle of the night, she lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep. She thought about Zhu Bitao's hair, those wise eyes, his white face, his long hands and long legs, and the radiance from his body. The aroma of the biscuits.Her heart is rippling with boundless spring water. Is Zhu Bitao a god or a ghost? She couldn't figure it out, she only wanted Zhu Bitao. She thought, as long as she slept with Zhu Bitao, she would be willing to give him five buckets of rice.What did five buckets of rice mean in that era?It means the continuous continuation of life, and it means a treasure that cannot be valued by money. When the middle-aged widow Qiu Lingdi was dreaming of Zhu Bitao, a middle-aged devolved rightist, she heard the sound of someone entering her room.She sat up from the bed in a jerk, and asked in a low voice, "Who?" "It's me, Lingdi." The man threw himself on the bed salivating, and pressed her under him before he could take off his clothes.That was Qiu Lingdi's old lover, the old headhunter. The old headhunter was very rude and couldn't wait to strip Qiu Lingdi's clothes off.Qiu Lingdi said: "Old dog, you hurt me, you can't fucking take it easy!" The old headhunter said out of breath: "Bitch, what are you pretending to be? You like me to be heavier, the thicker the better! When I'm useless, you'll blame me if you want me! You're a bitch, I have to tease you hard, so that you are comfortable!" Qiu Lingdi was furious, she wanted to push the old headhunter away, but the strong man was too strong and pressed tightly, she couldn't push him at all, so she just lay there and let him go. Qiu Lingdi was knocked dizzy by the old headhunter in the dark, and after a while, she groaned. She tightly wrapped her hands around the old headhunter's neck, and licked his ear over and over again. She suddenly had an idea in her mind - the man in her body was Zhu Bitao. She called Zhu Bitao's name over and over again in her heart. The old headhunter finally went limp, Qiu Lingdi woke up from the hallucination, feeling helpless and melancholy.After all, the old headhunter is not Zhu Bitao, he is an old dog, a smelly old dog. Qiu Lingdi scolded viciously: "Old headhunter, you are a dead dog!" The old headhunter smiled in the dark. One evening, the commune members called it a day. Zhu Bitao walked at the back carrying a hoe.Qiu Lingdi also slowed down. Zhu Bitao avoided her. These days, Zhu Bitao found that Qiu Lingdi was always teasing him with her fiery eyes.Seeing Qiu Lingdi slow down, Zhu Bitao slowed down himself.Seeing him slow down, Qiu Lingdi walked even slower. The members have all gone away, and they are still walking in the back stage. After a while, Qiu Lingdi saw that there was no one else, so she simply stood there waiting for Zhu Bitao.Zhu Bitao also stopped in his tracks.Qiu Lingdi turned around and said to the right wing: "You right wing, why don't you leave, lest I eat you?" Zhu Bitao smiled, revealing a row of neat and white teeth. Qiu Lingdi's heart skipped a beat. Her voice softened, "Rightists, come here, let's go together, I don't dislike you, I'm not afraid, let them classify me as a rightist too, it doesn't matter if I fight with you." Zhu Bitao was a little moved by Qiu Lingdi's hot and bold words.In Quliu Village, Zhu Bitao firmly believed that no woman dared to talk to him like this. He walked over. They walked tandem with less than two steps apart. If the field ridges were not narrow, Qiu Lingdi would definitely have walked side by side with him.But even so, Qiu Lingdi was already very satisfied.There was a burst of ecstasy in her heart, as if her wish was about to come true. "Rightist, do you have a wife in the city?" Qiu Lingdi asked naked. Zhu Bitao said, "Yes, the child is ten years old." Qiu Lingdi asked again: "Do you miss her?" Zhu Bitao said: "Think about it, why don't you think about it, people's hearts are made of flesh." Qiu Lingdi suddenly whispered, "Do you want to do that kind of thing?" Zhu Bitao didn't answer him. He blushed. Widow Qiu said, "If you want, come to my house at night, and I'll be waiting for you." After finishing speaking, Qiu Lingdi walked away in short steps. Because she was about to reach the entrance of the village, Qiu Lingdi didn't want people to see her walking with a big rightist. Zhu Bitao looked at her back and stood there in a daze, thoughtful. It was late at night, Qiu Lingdi pricked up her ears to listen to the movement outside.Suddenly, there was a noise, and she hurried out of the door to the middle of the yard, but there was no one there.After a while, she heard cat meowing from the roof.She cursed: "Damn cat!" She went back into the house. After thinking about it, she walked into the kitchen, took out two eggs from a clay pot, put them in the pot, lit the fire and started to cook. The eggs are cooked, but Zhu Bitao hasn't come yet. The eggs had cooled down, but Zhu Bitao still didn't come. She was restless. She wrapped the two eggs in a small handkerchief, blew out the light and slipped out the door. The countryside under the misty moonlight is vast, and there is a faint fragrance floating in the night, which is the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching soon. She touched the door of Zhu Bitao's small mud hut. The oil lamp was still on inside, and it was quiet.Through the crack of the door, Qiu Lingdi saw Zhu Bitao wearing a vest and looking at a book as thick as a brick. She thought that he must be afraid to go to her house, maybe he was waiting for her in the little mud hut.She pushed the door and it was locked tightly.She made a noise when she pushed the door, Zhu Bitao asked, "Who is outside the door?" Qiu Lingdi whispered, "The rightists, it's me!" "Who are you?" Zhu Bitao was calm and calm. devil!Qiu Lingdi scolded in her heart, and she said, "Rightists, I'm Qiu Lingdi, open the door quickly." Zhu Bitao was still calm and calm, "It's so late, let's talk about what's going on tomorrow, you go back." Prudish!Qiu Lingdi cursed again in her heart, and she said again: "Rightist, open the door quickly, I really need to find you urgently, please, Rightist, open the door quickly!" She was distraught. Zhu Bitao stood up, walked to the door, and opened it. She closed the door as soon as she entered, and before she could put the latch on, she threw herself into the arms of the rightist Zhu Bitao, groped on him, and breathed in the smell of biscuits emanating from his body. "You...what are you doing?" Zhu Bitao pushed away the crazy Qiu Lingdi, and the two eggs she was holding fell to the ground. Qiu Lingdi was burning with desire, her face was flushed and her chest heaved. She rushed over again, hugged Zhu Bitao tightly, and spit out a series of vague but very strong words: "Rightists, I... my heart, I... I... want... want... Sleeping with...sleeping with you..." Zhu Bitao felt sick for a while. He pushed Qiu Lingdi away hard, and roared: "Get out of here! Who do you think I am! I don't want your cheap sympathy and charity!" Qiu Lingdi woke up! She yelled, "You don't know what's good and what's wrong. You don't want my old lady to send it to your door. You're such a dead rightist!" Zhu Bitao was shaking with anger. Qiu Lingdi changed her face again, "Damn rightist, let me tell you, if you sleep with me tonight, that's all. If you don't sleep with me, I'll never end with you." Zhu Bitao said coldly, "What do you want?" Qiu Lingdi sneered: "I yelled loudly, saying that you tricked me into your room to rape me! You can figure it out, there are only two ways." Zhu Bitao said, "Get out! Get out of here!" Qiu Lingdi really yelled: "The rightists are raping people—" Before she finished shouting, a person came in from the door, and he rushed forward to cover her stinky mouth, the person said: "Qiu Lingdi, others are afraid of you playing tricks, but I am not afraid of you, you old shoe, lawless, If you dare to seduce the rightists, ask the battalion commander of the militia to tie you up and hang you from a tree and starve you for three days and three nights, and you won’t be able to scream anything fucking!" That person was Wang Songguo, the clerk of the brigade. Seeing that something was wrong, Qiu Lingdi quickly slipped away. "Song Guo, thank you for helping me out." "Mr. Zhu, I have wronged you." "It's nothing, I've experienced all kinds of storms, what do I care about? Didn't I say that this kind of life won't last long. Come, learn, don't waste time." "Ugh!" Wang Songguo picked up the two eggs wrapped in the handkerchief from the ground, opened it, and handed it to Zhu Bitao: "Mr. Zhu, eat it. If you don't want to eat it for nothing, it will be delivered to your door." Zhu Bitao smiled, "Yes, if you don't eat it, you don't eat it for nothing." Heizi was fascinated by Zhu Bitao's saxophone, and he also called Wang Chunhong and Li Yuanxin to the river embankment to listen to the soul-cleaning sound in the morning breeze. The three teenagers sat on the embankment, watching Zhu Bitao play engrossedly, with yearning and intoxication in their eyes. In the sparkling music, Heizi fantasized that he had grown wings and flew into the distance.Under the guidance of music, Heizi's soul is looking for a place to live. On the day of Mid-Autumn Festival, the countryside is immersed in a festive atmosphere.That day, people did not see Zhu Bitao's slender figure swaying leisurely and lonely in the countryside. The people in the village heard the sound of music. A piece of music I've heard. The beautiful and moving music attracted Heizi and the others. They sat at the door of the small mud hut and listened to the piece that Zhu Bitao played repeatedly. It was a long time before Heizi realized that it was "Ode to Joy". In the miserable life in Quliu Village, the "Ode to Joy" played by the saxophone has a special flavor. Just like that, Zhu Bitao played the saxophone all day and all night in the hut. Late at night. Clerk Wang Songguo walked into Zhu Bitao's small mud hut with a jug of wine and a pot of braised pork. He saw a black and white photo on the small table in front of Zhu Bitao, which showed Zhu Bitao, a beautiful woman in a Lenin costume, and a very handsome child. Zhu Bitao ignored Wang Songguo. In this moonlit night, Zhu Bitao's eyes glistened with tears, and he played "Ode to Joy" over and over again.The clerk Wang Songguo sat quietly beside him, listening to his playing. Until dawn. The jug of wine and the plate of braised pork remained untouched. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, it began to rain continuously. Every time Heizi passed by Zhu Bitao's small mud hut, he worried that the mud hut would collapse, but he couldn't do anything about it.He wanted to do something, but couldn't, his strength was really weak.He found that the cracks in the mud wall were getting bigger every day.Several times he mustered up the courage to go to Zhu Bitao's door, wanting to go in and tell him, but in the end he couldn't go in. At night, it rained heavily. Heizi fell asleep in the sound of the pattering rain. Heizi heard the "Ode to Joy" played by the saxophone, and he grew wings again, and under the guidance of "Ode to Joy", he flew to a sunny land.On a high hill, Zhu Bitao waved to him, and he flew towards Zhu Bitao.Zhu Bitao was wearing a white Zhongshan suit, the lenses were polished sharply, his crystal eyes could be seen, and there was a yellow halo on Zhu Bitao's head.Heizi stretched out his hand to Zhu Bitao, and suddenly, Zhu Bitao disappeared. Heizi was alone on a high hill, desperately calling Zhu Bitao's name. The sunlight disappeared, and the darkness overflowed endlessly, devouring the sunspots, and there was a loud bang.Heizi woke up from the dream. Yes, Zhu Bitao's hut collapsed, and he was buried underneath and never got up again. At dawn, many people came to the pile of ruins. They hurriedly scraped away the soil and beams, and dug out Zhu Bitao's body from inside.Strangely, Heizi didn't see the saxophone. Later, Heizi, Wang Chunhong and Li Yuanxin searched the ruins many times, but they still couldn't find the saxophone. Wang Songguo buried Zhu Bitao. He took all the books he dug out from the ruins home, dried them page by page, and bound them again.Later, he and Heizi were admitted to university together.He told Heizi a secret. Zhu Bitao came to Quliu Village during the rainy season in spring and died during the rainy season in autumn. During this time, Bitao Zhu taught him a lot of knowledge, including Russian.Under the guidance of Zhu Bitao, a rightist, this untimely junior high school student finally embarked on the road to college.Regardless of his future fate, Wang Songguo has at least become an intellectual.