Film and television novel "The Past of the Republic (Thirty-one)" by Zhou Mason

thirty-one

For Liu Cunyi, the real test of life does not come from the battlefield full of blood and fire, but from the office of the organ without smoke of gunfire. When his comrade-in-arms Zhao Qingbo was heroically sacrificed in North Korea, Liu Cunyi was squatting in the coal ministry to pass the boring time. Full of bitterness in the office can not talk to others, can only wipe the window sweeping, look around for some hard work, back home and Sun Chenghui complained.

"Cheng Hui, can you tell me about it, can a comrade like me who has just been blinded squat in such a big organ?" That ghost place is really not where I stay! I can't read all the documents all day long, I can't finish the meetings, and I'm bored! ”

Liu Cunyi said: "I can't get used to it. People like me should go to war. Don't know what's going on organizationally? I wrote all the blood books, and my superiors just wouldn't let me go to North Korea and let me change careers. ”

Sun Chenghui said: "Didn't you say it when I talked to you organizationally?" You've been injured four times and you're not in good health..."

Liu Cunyi said: "Squatting down in the organ, my health will be even worse." ”

Sun Chenghui said, "Then do more things within your power." ”

Liu Cunyi was even angrier: "Say it!" I moped the floor, wiped the windows, swept the toilet, did everything, Secretary Jin did not say good things about me. Yesterday's meeting on democratic life actually raised a lot of my opinions, saying that I don't read books or newspapers, and my work ability is poor. ”

Sun Chenghui said, "Then why can't you read more books and read more newspapers?" You are the deputy secretary of the party committee of the organ, the leader, and the person who controls the policy. After thinking about it, he said, "Look at Zhao Qingbo, who still insisted on learning culture on the Korean battlefield..."

Liu Cunyi asked, "How do you know?" ”

Sun Chenghui hesitated for a moment and covered up: "You don't read the newspaper, the newspaper is published." ”

Liu Cunyi was furious: "No, I won't do it!" Reaching out to turn off the light, "Sleep, sleep!" ”

In the darkness, Liu Cunyi was still sighing and hissing, and his eyes were wide open and thinking.

Early the next morning, Sun Chenghui was preparing to send his son Liu Yuanchao to the nursery, but Liu Cunyi snatched Liu Yuanchao by the hand: "Son, follow me!" ”

Sun Chenghui asked, "What?" Cun Yi, you are not going to work today? ”

Liu Cunyi said with a big grin: "The wound hurts, I don't want to go to work!" After saying that, he raised his hands to aid the DPRK, "Son, grow up to fight!" It's good to fight, men should go to war, but don't sit in the organs..."

Sun Chenghui "hummed" a sound: "Cunyi, I see that you are thinking ill!" ”

Liu Cunyi's face tightened: "Cheng Hui, don't bother me, I'm not your student now!" ”

Sun Chenghui was very unhappy and threw up his hands and went out the door, sullenly and unhappily went to Hongguang Middle School.

Wu Tianqing, secretary of the school's party branch dressed in old military uniforms, sweated profusely at the school gate.

Sun Chenghui saw it as she walked past the school gate and took the initiative to greet Wu Tianqing: "Early, Secretary Wu!" ”

Wu Tianqing wiped the sweat on his forehead: "You are early, you are early, Teacher Sun." ”

Somehow, Sun Chenghui saw Liu Cunyi's shadow from the sweaty Wu Tianqing, and his heart was hot, so he grabbed the big broom in Wu Tianqing's hand and swept up the ground.

Wu Tianqing hurriedly went to grab the broom again: "Teacher Sun, you go quickly, don't miss the children's lessons." ”

Sun Chenghui smiled and said, "Secretary Wu, I can't miss it, I didn't have class in the morning." ”

Wu Tianqing had a lot of strength and grabbed the broom hard: "Then go to prepare for the lesson, this is not your business." ”

Sun Chenghui felt that Wu Tianqing was another Liu Cunyi, and sincerely said: "Secretary Wu, you are the leader, and this sweeping of the floor is not your duty!" ”

Wu Tianqing shouted in a thick throat, "Hey, what kind of leader am I?" Teacher Sun, didn't you listen to your brother-in-law, Vice Principal Tian Jianchuan? I, the secretary, can't do anything but sweep the floor and wipe the windows! ”

Sun Chenghui said angrily, "Vice Principal Tian is talking nonsense!" ”

Wu Tianqing found Zhiyin and shouted even more vigorously: "If you don't respect the leadership of the party and look down on the working people, such a person still wants to join the party?!" What a joke! Teacher Sun, you are a demobilized soldier, a backbone of the business, and you respect the organization and love labor, you should actively move closer to the organization. ”

Sun Chenghui nodded and said, "Secretary Wu, I have already written an application to join the party. ”

Wu Tianqing said one after another: "Good, good, in action, we must also be more active in moving closer to the party!" ”

When I arrived at the grade office, the office was still empty, and when Tian Jianchuan, the brother-in-law of the vice principal, came and talked to Sun Chenghui about the curriculum arrangement. After the talks, Sun Chenghui told Secretary Wu Tianqing about his dissatisfaction with Tian Jianchuan. Then she advised Tian Jianchuan: "Brother-in-law, I think you still have more respect for Secretary Wu Tianqing, and his heart is also bitter." ”

Tian Jianchuan did not take it seriously: "Wu Tianqing should not have come to our school to be the secretary of the party branch at all, the level of literacy, and the leader of the complete middle school, this thing itself is absurd, the layman leader is an insider!" ”

Sun Chenghui said: "But Secretary Wu is the leader of the party after all, and we should still respect it." ”

Tian Jianchuan said: "I don't want to respect him, but he is also too self-respecting, Tian Jianchuan said: "I don't want to respect him, but he is also too self-respecting, teaching him does not understand at all, and dare to talk nonsense." No, at the school meeting the day before yesterday, Principal Wang said that the mathematical results of the three classes of the junior high school went up in one semester, and they should praise the math group. Guess what Secretary Wu said? He said, what is a semester? In this semester, we fought from the northeast to Tianjin, and none of the three major battles exceeded one semester. Cheng Hui, where do you say this is? ”

Sun Chenghui sighed: "Secretary Wu must also have an adaptation process, brother-in-law, you can't be in a hurry." ”

Tian Jianchuan said: "This is not a matter of adaptation, such a secretary is not competent at all. ”

Sun Chenghui said: "Brother-in-law, I hope you can still support him more and help him more." After thinking about it, he said, "Brother-in-law, don't hide from you, as soon as I see Secretary Wu, I always think of Cunyi..."

It was also on this day that Liu Cunyi was cleaning up his room at home and washing and drying the bedding when he found a literacy textbook with Zhao Qingbo's name and a photo of Sun Chenghui under the mattress at the head of the bed.

In the afternoon, Liu Cunyi ran to the door of Hongguang Middle School for the first time to pick up Sun Chenghui, and on the way home, he asked in a rough voice: "Xiao Hui, you... Do you regret marrying me? ”

At that time, "3442 Highland" had been performed vigorously, and Sun Chenghui had already foreseen that an emotional storm was coming sooner or later, but still deliberately asked: "Cunyi, what do you mean by this?" ”

Liu Cunyi stopped at the side of the road and silently took out the photo and handed it to Sun Chenghui.

Sun Chenghui took the photo and said frankly: "Not only this photo, but also the literacy textbook." ”

Liu Cunyi nodded, "I know." ”

Sun Chenghui said, "Cun Yi, I never thought of hiding it from you." ”

Liu Cunyi nodded again.

In the thick twilight, the two continued to walk home with heavy steps.

Sun Chenghui knew that Liu Cunyi's mood at this time was very bitter. She could not adapt to her work in the organs and units, and like Wu Tianqing, she was not understood by comrades; now, because of the sacrifice of Zhao Qingbo, she had some misunderstandings. Thus, on the way from the red light to their home, his frustration, his nostalgia for the war years, was entirely understandable.

Sure enough, Liu Cunyi said with infinite emotion: "Now Zhao Qingbo has become a hero, but earlier he was really inferior to me." Cheng Hui, I don't believe you go and ask your sixth uncle, how did I fight? Qingbo is a ghost clever, hit Chen County that time, not I brought people to arrive in time for reinforcements, this guy seventy or eighty people are all magnificent. ”

Sun Chenghui asked, "It seems that he also saved you?" ”

Liu Cunyi said: "It was the time when the bun was sent, I could save him three times." ”

Sun Chenghui pushed Liu Cunyi: "Don't blow, you have been injured three times, but Commander Zhao has not been injured once." ”

Liu Cunyi sighed: "Now he doesn't even have the chance to be injured." Tears filled his eyes, "If I had also gone to North Korea, also in the 3442 highlands, maybe Zhao Qingbo would not have died." I was injured again, and I had to save him—my life was a mile, and Yama didn't take it. ”

Sun Chenghui was silent, and when he returned home, he handed the photo to Liu Cunyi together with a group photo: "Cunyi, you look at this photo, and then look at this group photo of us at the school gate, can you see something wrong?" ”

Liu Cunyi found that the photo was partially enlarged on the collective photo, and suddenly froze, asking: "Xiao Hui, so, this photo was not given to Qingbo by you?" ”

Sun Chenghui nodded with red eyes: "But he moved me." ”

Liu Cunyiquan understood, and only then did he sigh a long time: "How good it would be if I sacrificed on the 3442 high ground!" ”

Sun Chenghui went up and covered Liu Cunyi's mouth: "Cunyi, you... You don't talk nonsense! ”

Liu Cunyi pushed Sun Chenghui away: "Men should die on the battlefield!" ”

Sun Chenghui was angry: "The war will always end, including the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, and it is impossible to fight all the time -- Cun Yi, I ask you, if there is no war, what should men do?" Should I have been frowning and sighing all day long? ”

Liu Cunyi was also on fire, and his voice was very loud: "Then you can't throw me in the organ and get moldy!" ”

Yuanchao in the cradle was woken up and cried.

Sun Chenghui hurriedly picked up the child and said to Liu Cunyi: "Cunyi, I see, if you really don't want to be the deputy secretary of the party committee of this organ, you may wish to talk to the organization and change your job as soon as possible!" ”

Liu Cunyi said very suddenly: "Hey, Cheng Hui, is it okay to go back to my hometown in the countryside with me to farm?" ”

Sun Chenghui was stunned: "Cunyi, what are you kidding?!" ”

Liu Cunyi lay on the bed, looked up at the ceiling, and said with a look of fascination: "Cheng Hui, you have not been to our hometown, I don't know how good that place is." Don't look at the sandy land, the harvest is good. A sweet potato weighs five or six pounds, is sweet and sweet, and tastes like millet. The dates in the jujube garden are red and big, and the peanuts are even more so, they are full..."

Sun Chenghui thought about going to cook rice, and put the aid to Liu Cunyi's hand: "Don't say it, I'm going to cook rice." ”

Liu Cunyi followed Sun Chenghui into the kitchen: "Cheng Hui, you listen to me." I think so, anyway, if there is no war, we will go back to our hometown to live a good life, feed a cow, and take care of a few acres of land..."

While Sun Chenghui was busy with work, he coped: "You don't say, two acres of land and a cow, wife and children hot kiln head, this is a long time of organizational criticism, is the manifestation of the decline of revolutionary will." ”

Liu Cunyi was still fascinated: "Can't we say that, didn't our revolution start with fighting local tycoons and dividing up the land?" Now, when the local tycoons have finished fighting, Liu Cunyi is still fascinated: "Can't we say the same thing, didn't our revolution start with the fight against the local tycoons and divide the land?" Now that the local tycoons have finished fighting and the fields have been distributed to the peasants, it is time for us to go and plant the land. Cheng Hui you think, let's plant the land in two mouths, yuan chao will take his younger brothers and sisters to play in the field - aid to the dprk must have several younger brothers and sisters, the family is hot, not strong like mold here? You say yes or no? ”

Sun Chenghui simply ignored Liu Cunyi.

Liu Cunyi sighed and sadly carried his son back to the room.