Previously, he was a member of the Political Bureau of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, secretary of the Secretariat, vice premier of the State Council, director of the General Political Department of the People's Liberation Army... Suddenly one day he fell down, like a mountain pouring into the sea, suddenly raising a huge billow. However, he didn't say a word, and he lay silently on the white bedside. For more than 1,500 days, he didn't move, and his life was like a series of rest symbols that he forgot to draw... It was a day in autumn, exactly ten years from today.

Last night, at the invitation of his fourth daughter, Xiaohong, the chief went to the Jianguomen Restaurant in the east for a meal.On the way back, he was very happy, and told the accompanying administrator Xiao Chen and the security staff officer Xiao Gao that he didn't want to go back to live in Yuquan Mountain tonight, he wanted to go back to his own house in Houhai. It is also convenient to enter the city from Houhai.said the Chief. That's right, the Houhai mentioned by the chief is the Beihai Houluo lake in Beijing, which is separated from Zhongnanhai by a bridge.After decades of working in and out of Zhongnanhai, living in Houhai is of course convenient.The old house was damaged due to the broken wall base caused by the Tangshan earthquake in 1976. The State Council Affairs Bureau proposed to repair the house of the chief.Helpless, the chief's family had to temporarily move to live in Yuquan Mountain.

Inconvenient, although the conditions at Yuquan Mountain are good, and many central leaders live there, but the chief is used to living in the city, near Zhongnanhai.This habit started in the era of Mao Zedong. At that time, Mao Zedong often called for meetings in the middle of the night. Living in Houhai and entering Zhongnanhai was always convenient even if he was called to the meeting in the middle of the night. Most senior leaders in China lived around Beihai. Among them, it has a lot to do with Mao Zedong's "midnight phone calls" when he was alive. The house under renovation has not been fully completed, and the chief, the administrator, and the security staff stepped on the dust when they entered.

It's okay, let's go, let's go!As soon as the chief entered his room, he "boomed" the security staff to leave, and then "boomed" the administrator Xiao Chen, who had given him a massage for a while, to leave. Haha, back again!When you come back, you can calm down and do something!The chief lay on his back on the bed, his eyes staring at the ceiling, with a gratified smile on his face: after his thirties, all his life, except for eating and sleeping, was work—eating and sleeping were also for work; before his thirties, That was all the time, except for eating and sleeping and fighting, hey, at that time, there were often fighting while eating and sleeping!

When the chief minister was the vice premier of the State Council, a foreign president learned that one of his arms was lost in a fierce battle during the 25,000-mile long march. He asked very respectfully: Mr. Vice Premier, what is your hobby in your life? The chief smiled and said: My hobbies are working and fighting. The President asked again: Besides work and fighting? The chief straightened his back and said: In addition to working and fighting, it is still working and fighting. Haha, it's work!It's fighting! The chief's eyes gradually showed familiar and friendly pictures, including Mao Zedong, Zhou Enlai, Deng Xiaoping, and the old chiefs He Long and Peng Dehuai...

"Come on—!" A loud killing sound suddenly sounded in the chief's ear. What's the matter?The troops launched a counterattack again?At the head of the bed, his whole body trembled, his hands involuntarily grabbed the bed rails, and he sat up with a "chuckle". "Guards! Where are the guards?" He looked around and called out several times, but there was no one there, only darkness... Damn please!The enemy is approaching!Where have all our people gone? He stood up unsteadily from the bed, um, why can't he stand on his feet?Shouldn't it!In his memory flashed a picture of him as the captain of the Red Army Red Guard.Really!Why are you wobbling in your twenties?Is it because they are afraid of the 200,000 "Bald Jiang" army that encircled and suppressed the Soviet area?no no! "Comrades, go—!" Suddenly, the chief took a stride, but he suddenly realized that his eyes were darkened, and his whole body fell heavily on the ground. There was a sharp pain in his head first, and then Then it became numb... He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his forehead: it was sticky and bloody red.Is it the red leaves of Xiangshan?No, it's on the battlefield now, how can there be red leaves in Xiangshan?

"He suffered a gunshot wound to the head. Hurry up and send him down!" was the voice of Zeng Shan, a comrade-in-arms and chairman of the Soviet Government of Jiangxi Province. He was rushed to a farmer's home. "My God, this Red Army brother's head seems to be open, why is there so much blood?" The farmer was frightened, and hurriedly called a Chinese medicine doctor for trauma. The doctor of Chinese medicine came, and when he saw him lying on the wooden bed, he was so frightened that he wanted to run away. "You can't go!" The farmer was also a Soviet cadre, and he put a gun against the waist of the Chinese medicine doctor: "If this hero dies, I will take your life!"

The Chinese medicine practitioner had no choice but to bandage it briefly, and then said: "Brother Hongjun is seriously injured, and I have no medicine to treat the injury!" The farmer shook the gun in his hand again, and shouted: "Our mountain is full of herbs, don't you know how to use local materials?" Really!The Chinese medicine practitioner put down the medicine box and ran up the mountain.After a while, he was sweating profusely and carried back a pile of various grasses. While slaughtering with a knife, he felt that the slaughter was not enough, so he put it in his mouth and chewed it "zabazaba".After chewing, find a clean cloth, apply the chewed herbal medicine on the head of "Brother Red Army", then wave his hand and say to the farmer standing behind him: "Get on your grass quickly!" Pick a pumpkin from the house and peel off the flesh inside!"

"What is it for?" asked the farmer. "What are you talking about? Didn't you want to save the Red Army brother?" This time it was the turn of the Chinese medicine doctor to get angry. The farmer didn't dare to say anything anymore, and ran to the upper room in the yard to pick a big pumpkin, then peeled off the flesh inside according to the Chinese medicine doctor's instructions, and sent it to the Chinese medicine doctor.Seeing that the Chinese medicine practitioner turned his palm over, he put a bowl-sized pumpkin shell on the head of "Brother Red Army" and said, "Say, it's done!"

"Okay? Is this cured?" the farmer asked with wide-eyed eyes. "Yes. Wait for the injury!" After the Chinese doctor finished speaking, he picked up the medicine box and left... Pumpkin pulp really heals a gunshot wound! At this moment, the chief fell to the ground.He touched his forehead, and it hurt so badly, did the enemy's bullet shatter my skull again?No, I have to move forward even if it is broken!go on! He wants to get up off the ground.The right hand that was pressed under the body couldn't move, so he had to twist his body and stand up with his left arm. "Ouch!" The chief yelled in pain. It turned out that his left arm didn't exert any strength, and his whole body fell to the ground again, on the newly laid tile floor.

what happened?Where is my left arm?At the moment when he fell down again, he touched his right hand with his right hand: Why is the right hand gone? He yelled: Where is my left arm?Ah, why is my left arm gone? "Political commissar, political commissar, your left arm was, was knocked off by the enemy's machine gun..." He saw the head of the regiment, Ben Xing, crying bitterly beside him. He asked strangely: "What's the matter with you? Why are you crying?" The head of the regiment, Ben Xing, held the left arm that had been beaten by the enemy, and said with trembling lips, "Political commissar, you were beaten like this by the enemy just now to save me. Huh...I'm sorry for you." political commissar!" He became angry: "What's there to cry about? We are He Long's team! Defeating the enemy is victory! Do you know?" He passed out before he finished speaking. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a few familiar people: Ah, it's Commander He Long, Political Commissar Ren Bishi, Deputy Political Commissar Guan Xiangying, and they are here! He Long held him down with his hand: "Don't move, don't move."Then he bent down, looked at the bloody left arm, and said, "This time on the Long March, you have to be carried by someone else."And try to keep your arms. As soon as he heard it, he became anxious: Boss He, how can I walk the Long March on a stretcher?I want to fight! He Long said solemnly: This is an order. Political commissar Ren Bishi came over to comfort him and said: "The front is over the snowy mountains and grasslands, and you have to fight the enemy. You must protect your body before you can walk through the snowy mountains and grasslands, and then join the battle again."The comrades of the Red Eighteenth Regiment are waiting for you to return to the team as soon as possible! He nodded understandingly. The team started again.He dragged his unhealed limbs back to the Eighteenth Red Regiment and the Second Red Front Army led by He Long. The Red Second Front Army is advancing towards the snow-capped mountains and grasslands.This is a most heroic and arduous journey.The enemy pursued in the rear, and the Red Army's team marched on the grass and snow-capped mountains with thin air and changeable weather.Under such difficult conditions, how many good fighters and commanders fell halfway because they couldn't stand the hardships.He was seriously injured, and it was even more difficult to imagine how he walked through this arduous road. "Let me come down! Come down!" Looking at one after another of his comrades who fell into the swamp and died, he rolled down from the stretcher anxiously and insisted on walking by himself. The guards hurriedly chased him and said, "It is an order from Commander He and the central leadership to put you on a stretcher." He became angry: "What the fuck order? I am a disabled person after I die. How can you die for me in this barren mountain and wilderness? Who will complete the revolution?" Left arm dripping with blood, walking forward... Ouch!The wound flared up and he rolled in the grass in pain.But the enemy was chasing from behind again, and they were getting tighter and tighter. "Get ready to fight!" He dipped his left arm in the ice water—there were no painkillers on the Long March, and cold water was his best painkiller. "Come on!" His left arm had just been pulled out of the ice water, and the pistol held in his right hand was already raised high. Another brutal hand-to-hand fight ended.The doctors and guards carried him to the Kachu River in the depths of the grassland and opened the wound on his left arm to see: God, maggots were sucking his black, dry, red, swollen and rotten arm and Bones...the doctor had to carefully remove the maggots with tweezers, and then wash the wound with cold water. It was more than two months of marching and fighting on the grass.When the team arrived in Gannan, at the end of a battle, He Long, Ren Bishi and other leaders came to Aijiang's side. He Long asked with concern: There is still a long way to go, and the battle is fierce. What do you think? He said: I couldn't keep my left hand, and the pain was unbearable.Just saw it off. He Long was silent for a long time after hearing this, and then he called Ren Bishi aside, and the two muttered a few words, and then he said to him when he came back: "Since you have also made up your mind, I will notify the Minister of Health of the Second Red Front Army and ask him to give it to him personally." If you have an operation, we will do our best to dispatch some medicines to ensure the success of the operation. Ren Bishi held him who had been the captain of his own guard, and said affectionately: Comrades are waiting for you to recover as soon as possible. If you saw off one hand, you still have another hand! He nodded and said to the two front army leaders: I gave my life to the party, what is an arm? The operation was performed at the home of a resident of a small town along the way.During the Long March, the Red Army was seriously short of clothing and medicine, and the health department of the front army didn't even have a saw for surgery.I had no choice but to find a hacksaw blade for sawing wood from a watch shop in the county seat, and a saw bow from a repair shop. These were all the equipment needed for the operation. There was no disinfectant, so the Minister of Health scrubbed the saw with straw ash, and then borrowed a steamer from the bun shop to steam the saw and the cloth used for dressing. The operation began in a house full of dust and smoke. …A few hours later, when he woke up, he habitually touched his left hand with his right hand. It was empty, and he knew that he would never have that left arm again. He Long later asked him how did the operation feel?He said: I felt like I had a good night's sleep. From being injured on March 12 to sawing his limb on September 20 this year, he spent a full 192 days and nights dragging a broken arm. Those were the most difficult 192 days on the Long March! ... The chief who fell to the ground remembered that his left arm was thrown on the Long March.Shhh—what an inconvenience to lose an arm.Can you stop working and fighting?No, never!Even after a hundred years, we still have to work and fight! The chief struggled to support the ground with his right arm, and put his feet against the legs of the bed, moving slowly and little by little to support himself.He wants to move forward, go to work and fight, his brain is "buzzing" like it was shocked by the artillery fire on the battlefield yesterday, and his head seems to be full of water... Go, one step, two steps, ten Steps, twenty steps... He tripped over something again, staggered forward and leaned forward. With the last of his strength, he pushed open a door.He thought it should be another castle where the enemy lived alone, but when he found his guard staff lying there, he asked strangely, "Why are you sleeping here?" Staff Officer Gao was shocked: What's the matter with you, Chief?Staff Officer Gao saw that something was wrong with the chief, jumped up from the bed, and immediately woke up the nurses living in the yard.The two quickly helped the chief into his room, but at this time the chief's pupils had dilated, and his whole body was limp like cotton wool... "Dad! Dad, wake up!" The third daughter, Xiaohong, was the first relative to walk to his father after he fell down.When she flew home from the Jianguomen Hotel, the ambulance from the 301 Hospital had already followed her. "Hurry up, do a cardiac pacemaker!" At that moment, the chief's staff were all in a hurry. The administrator, Chen Xuexian, was sweating profusely at the moment.He also ran from home after Staff Officer Gao made a call. "Don't delay for a minute! Send 301!" He said, holding Xiaohong in his arms, lifting the pacemaker, and jumping into the ambulance with the doctors and chief staff around him. Beihai, Ping'an Lane, Chang'an Avenue... The ambulance roared in the milky morning light, waking up the sleeping nearby citizens along the way. "What's the matter, Chief?" The experts from the 301 Hospital were already waiting at the entrance of the hospital. When they saw the ambulance approaching, their first words were anxious inquiries. "No way! The pupils are dilated, hurry to the emergency room!" The chief expert on duty rolled the eyelids of the chief and quickly ordered the doctors and nurses who were carrying the stretcher. "There has been a severe hemorrhage in the brain! Perform a craniotomy immediately!" As soon as Chen Xuexian heard the expert's words, he stretched out his hand and snatched a pair of scissors from the nurse without any hesitation. With a few "swish swish" strokes, the hair on the chief's head was twisted. Normally, Chen Xuexian wouldn't dare to do such a move, but at this moment he is a tiger's son.There is only one thing in his mind: saving the chief's life is the most important thing! "Chief, I have made you feel wronged! You can scold Xiao Chen when you wake up!" Chen Xuexian murmured regretfully while weeping. Resentment!Chen Xuexian blamed himself and the chief for being careless for just one day for more than 20 years!Last night, when he was eating at the same table with his chief, the chief made a movement, and he and the chief's daughter Xiaohong looked at each other: the chief actually put a piece of meat into the wine glass, and then put it in his mouth. "Chief, don't you...you think the smell is not right?" Chen Xuexian asked softly at that time, he wanted to observe the abrupt action of the chief. "No. No! The taste is pretty good." The chief seemed to have nothing happened, just picking up vegetables and eating. Because of this, Chen Xuexian and Xiaohong looked at each other again, and the doubts left in their eyes gradually disappeared with the excitement of the chief's appetite. The chief is rarely in a good mood. He was going back to Xishan after dinner, but the chief asked whether the house in Beihai has been renovated. I will go back tonight after the decoration is completed! Yo, this house is almost finished!Xiao Chen, I will be staying here tonight.You can call Aunt Liu later and tell her.The chief laughed and hooted, stepping on the ground that was still full of sand and lime, habitually shaking the empty sleeve, and went straight to his room, looking left and right like a child Looking at the long-lost "old base", his eyes are full of freshness and joy. "It's getting late, you should go home too!" He folded his legs and said to Chen Xuexian who was giving him a massage. "It's still early, I'll make it for you for a while." Chen Xuexian squatted on the ground without getting up. The chief pulled him up: "It's too late, it's getting late, you can go back!" The chief never wanted to be wordy. Chen Xuexian stood up helplessly, put a few sleeping pills on the small table beside the bed as usual, and asked again: "Are you all right?" "It's okay! Let's go! Go back and see if your kid is gone!" With a smile on his face, the chief happily flicked the empty sleeve, and then laughed "hehehe" again: "When will you put your kid on the bed?" Bring us and our father and son to chat!" "Hey!" Chen Xuexian left the chief just like that, and he didn't feel that there was anything unusual about the chief.And he thought silently in his heart: This time the chief finally stopped running around the city. Chen Xuexian came home more than an hour earlier than usual, but fell asleep three hours later.I'm used to going to bed at that hour, but I can't fall asleep this morning. What's the matter!Chen Xuexian suddenly shivered in his dream: What noise?Yes, it's the phone ringing!Come on, there must be something urgent!He quickly jumped off the bed, grabbed the phone with a stride, and asked with a premonition, "What's the matter, Chief?" "The chief has an accident!" A phone call from Houhai not only alarmed Manager Chen, but also the chief's secretary and everyone in the family. After a while, in the corridor of the emergency room of the 301 Hospital, Secretary Lei and Secretary Yang of the chief came; the eldest daughter Yuanyuan, son Fang Fang, second daughter Xiaoxia, and fourth daughter Yangyang of the chief also came; his wife Liu Suge also came from Yuquan The mountains are coming... "Chief! Chief, wake up!" The staff around the chief called out over and over again. "Father, Dad, open your eyes! Look at us, you are here!" The voices of the children resounded upstairs and downstairs in the ward. Only the wife sat silently by the bed, kept stroking her husband's right hand, shed tears and was in a daze... Can you wake up this time?How nice it would be for you to wake up!When we woke up, we went home together, and went back to the renovated old house to live together. The chief's operation has been one day, two days, ten days, twenty days... The old lady, the children, and the staff repeated their calls and expectations for one day, two days, ten days, and twenty days, and then the chief's perception was always the same: with his eyes open, he didn't know anyone, and he didn't follow anyone. Talking, can't say a word, can't make a sound, and don't have a consciousness... Chief, what's the matter?The secretary and the guards were anxious. The lady clutched her husband's right hand all day, for fear that if she let go, she would lose her heart forever. The third daughter was originally a doctor in the 301 Hospital. She felt that it was her biggest sin not to wake up her father in the hospital where she worked. "Dad, what's the matter with you, Daddy? You talk! Please, just say a word, say a word, or nod your head or blink your eyes! Daddy, do you hear me? Daddy—" Xiaohong kept shouting like this.Shouted for one year, two years, three years, four years... Her father is still motionless, only breathing, only heartbeat, but no feeling, no consciousness, lying upright on the head of the bed, like a soldier who is fully concentrated before going to war—— The ground suddenly trembled. A voice with a strong Hunan accent echoed in the air.