Chapter 16 2. The "big bully" was originally an old writer from the "Left League" period

Although the ten years of the Cultural Revolution was my ignorant childhood, and although my family was also involved a lot because my father was a small capitalist roader and my grandfather was a peddler for a while before liberation, when I disciplined myself, I often did so because of the above. A scene that happened that night (participating in throwing the "Old Bully" poetry collection in the channel) is full of guilt and guilt. One spring, more than 20 years after the incident, I, who had already lived in the capital for more than ten years, looked like returning to my hometown after a decent life, and went back to my hometown to visit my parents.One day, on the way home from a small town with my father, an old man who was quite familiar greeted my father and passed by. I asked my father who he was.

"He is Chen Yuepan, the former landlord of our brigade." My father said it casually, but I was surprised when I heard it. "Why is he still alive?" "Live well, and now he is still a member of the CPPCC!" I wrenched my fingers, and it must be almost thirty years. The old landlord I saw was at least sixty years old. How could it be possible that he is still alive after thirty years? ! That evening, I pestered my father, hoping that he would tell him what he knew about Chen Yuepan. "It's infuriating to mention it." "I didn't expect my father's heart to be brooding over this matter."

"Why not? Do you know why I was kicked out at the beginning of the Cultural Revolution? The most important thing is that my class line is not clear, and I am too close to the old landlord Chen Yuepan. How do those people know that the exploiting class is divided? There are also people who have made great contributions to our Communist Party and our revolution. We should seek truth from facts and not be too inhumane. For example, Chen Yuepan, when he was just liberated, he stated that he had done useful things for the Communist Party. The head of the production brigade investigated what he said, asked the elderly people, and also interviewed a leading comrade of the county party committee who was engaged in the struggle behind the enemy lines with Chen Yuepan. The revolution has made great contributions. During the Great Leap Forward period, our county mobilized to fight the Wangyu River Water Conservancy Project in the Taihu Lake Basin. He was over half a hundred years old at the time, but he followed us young men to fight at night and put forward many ideas for improving work efficiency. Rationalization suggestion. Just because I am the captain of the production team, I have praised such an old landlord many times at the member meeting. During the 'Siqing' movement and the 'Cultural Revolution' movement, some people said that I sang praises for the exploiting class, regardless of class The front line knocked me down and criticized me. After that, you have experienced it yourself. In short, the morals of the world are too unfair to some people!"

My father was strong and confident all his life, but since he was overthrown by the rebels, he no longer has this kind of temperament, and he has no confidence in anything.However, what shocked me the most was that my own many unfortunate fates would be connected with the old landlord Chen Yuepan!If it weren't for what my father said, I'm afraid I won't know the reason for the rest of my life. Chen Yuepan naturally didn't know that in this world, the fate of many people who had nothing to do with him was related to his ups and downs. "Dad, I really want to meet the old landlord." As soon as I finished speaking, I realized that it seemed inappropriate to call Chen Yuepan an old landlord.Because as early as the early 1980s, the party's decision had already eliminated class distinctions, and the rich and the corrupt and the right and the right have become history forever.So I asked my father, "What do you call Chen Yuepan now?"

"Let's call him Old Landlord." Father explained: "Chen Yuepan is a very cheerful old man. He himself said that he was angry when people called him Old Landlord in the past, but now he feels uncomfortable if others call him by his name. He said that he has been an old man all his life. Landlord, now that people no longer call him an old landlord, I feel a sense of loss in my heart. Because after the reform and opening up, the real landlords in the countryside are those who got rich first. He Chen Yuepan said that when I was wearing the high hat of a landlord, I was poor I can't get enough to eat, but now those people who are so rich want to take the hat of the old landlord without any trouble. I feel unbalanced. You say that he is... well, he is the only one Only then can we withstand such a toss.” There was a bit of admiration in the father’s words.

Must be an optimist with a unique personality.I decided to find Chen Yuepan to fulfill one of my wishes.Unexpectedly, the next morning, my father brought Chen Yuepan to my house. "Writer, haha... I can't believe that almost 70 years have passed, and I'm dealing with writers again!" An old man in an old padded jacket, with a walking stick but still very strong, walked over steadily and shook hands with me. . "Ah, Comrade Xiao He, I have heard that you are a great writer in Beijing. I have dreamed of being a great writer all my life, but my fate is so bad that I became a real 'writer - a person who works at home', haha Okay..." This was the first time I had a conversation with the old landlord, and what surprised me was that the old landlord was so humorous and cheerful!

He said to himself as if no one was around: "People in our area only know that I am a landlord, or that I am a landlord who made revolution for the Communist Party. In fact, everyone does not know that I was quite famous in the Jiangnan area in the 1920s and 1930s. Literati! If you don’t believe me, you can look through Shanghai’s Shenbao. The “Ajizi” who wrote an article on the same page as Mr. Lu Xun is my pen name, Chen! They don’t know it, Xiao He. The old man stroked his silver goatee, pointed proudly at my father standing next to me, and said to me repeatedly: "Your father and the others don't know, they don't know."

"Zuo Lian, Comrade Xiaohe, you must know the Left Lian, right? At that time, after I wrote an article attacking Chiang Kai-shek's Kuomintang in Shanghai under a pseudonym, the comrades of the Shanghai Left Lian talked to me several times and asked me to join the Left Lian. If it wasn't for the Changshu area The Anti-Japanese National Salvation Movement urgently asked me to go to the countryside to do underground work. I must be a member of the Left League. In that case, Xiao He, can your Chinese Writers Association also accept me as a member of the Chinese Writers Association? Alas, time has passed It’s so fast, I don’t know if there are any comrades from the Left League among the writers now...” The old man raised his eyes with drooping eyelids but still had some luster and looked at me, expecting a long-awaited answer.

"Yes, but very few." I answered the old man like this. In fact, I don't know if there are any old comrades from the Left League in the Chinese Writers Association. This time I took the initiative to stand up and shake his hand—I knew that I was shaking the hands of a pair of predecessors in the literary world and a century old man who had made special contributions to the Chinese revolution. "I want to know everything about you, and I can write it into my works one day soon..." I looked at him with admiration. "Is it worth it? I'm just an ordinary person, and I'm also an old landlord!" His eyes were half-believing, then expectant.

I nodded firmly to him, and answered him affirmatively: "I want to write a biography for ordinary people who have walked through the twentieth century, and you are always the most suitable one." He excitedly stood up that body that was more than half a century older than me, trembling his lips, and said: "Then I will tell you everything..."