Li Tie "Lover Yang Yuhuan"

One

One question that has plagued me for many years is whether it is appropriate to position Yang Yuhuan as my lover. A few years ago, when I first met Yang Yuhuan, she was already a divorced woman, she was only twenty-two years old at that time, and she still had an innocent girlish appearance and expression, such as a peach blossom face, such as when she smiled, her eyes and cheeks would immediately combine a kind of shameful demeanor quite tacitly. As you imagine, Yang Yuhuan is definitely a woman who is easy to make men think differently.

Yang Yuhuan, who had been divorced, had a brief marriage history of less than half a year, and there were several theories about the reasons for her divorce at the time, among which the most popular version in the factory was that when she was less than three months old, she had the audacity to travel to Hangzhou with another young man for a week. You know, Hangzhou is a place rich in love, and there are many classic loves in full bloom in the flowers and plants on the shores of West Lake. It should be easy to imagine what kind of story Yang Yuhuan and a young man's trip to West Lake will produce, or what kind of flowers will bloom on the shore of West Lake.

In this extraordinary week, the people who knew about it worked their brains and made a lot of reasonable reasoning and imagination, and everyone's imagination was a green leaf, and the collective wisdom made the branches of this great tree flourish. In that warm and cold spring, many people participated in the story that happened in that strange and distant city, and the story was full of the unique atmosphere of lovers meeting, and a pair of young men and women were kneaded into various shapes that could be formed like a ball of hair. These shapes are constantly changing, encouraged by a simple yet uniform rhythm that moves strangely beyond the norm. People are amazed, despised and amazed and despised again. It was like suddenly seeing a poppy in full bloom.

The war began after Yang Yuhuan returned from Hangzhou. At first, only husband and wife joined the fight, but a few days later, many people joined the fight, including family and friends of Yang Yuhuan's husband. One by one, they all fought against Yang Yuhuan with anger and bravery that were not inferior to Yang Yuhuan's husband. It was supposed to be a one-sided war, and although the legend lacks some convincing details, I can still imagine some of the scenes that might have been possible at the time. For example, Yang Yuhuan was surrounded by everyone in the middle, and countless tongues that came to denounce were like a flame burning above her head, Yang Yuhuan trembled, and there was not much fear in the pupils illuminated by the firelight, which was really a strange phenomenon, and I was at a loss for what I imagined.

This was the first version I heard when I first started in the factory, and it can be said that I first knew the story of Yang Yuhuan before I knew him. This story helped me form my initial impression of Yang Yuhuan. I am in the same workshop as Yang Yuhuan, and I am also a lathe worker, and I haven't said a word to her for many days, but she is undoubtedly the person I pay the most attention to in this factory. This popular version is the most powerful basis for me to position her as a bad woman, and I despise her while unconsciously looking for her, for which I am very conflicted. Maybe men are such animals, they curse bad women like Yang Yuhuan while fantasizing about having some stories with them. At least I'm one of those men.

In my eyes, Yang Yuhuan's appearance is undoubtedly beautiful, she has a pair of golden eyes, fair and smooth skin like a baby, and an impeccable good figure. In 1974, the street was still a monotonous world, but the same color did not completely cover the colors belonging to Yang Yuhuan, and the fat clothes and pants could not hide her beautiful figure. The combination of rumors and beauty created her popularity in the factory, and it was only natural that I began to think about her that spring.

For quite a long time, I have been feeling sorry for Yang Yuhuan, and I think it is a pity that such a beautiful woman is willing to fall. Please note that I had no choice but to use the word depravity, and it was this word that gave me a sense of the sacredness of righteousness, and I told myself that I should try to save this woman.

Years later, the word salvation made me feel infinitely ashamed.

Although Yang Yuhuan and I are in the same workshop, there is no reason for too much contact. Our real acquaintance must have started with an accident, it was one night, I worked overtime, and it was midnight after I finished my work, and I dragged my tired body home. When I walked to the path outside the tree-covered factory, a sound like a fight came faintly from behind the tree trunk on the side of the road, and I turned my face to see a man and a woman behind the mottled trunk of the tree, the man seemed to be trying to force the crime, and the woman was struggling to resist. I watched and quickened my pace, I was not a nosyman, let alone a man of courage, I wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible, but a flash of light changed my plans. The light may have come from a speeding car in the distance, but it made me see the struggling woman clearly for a split second. I stopped as if I had been electrocuted, and then a wave of courage passed through my body like an electric current, and it was so powerful that it made me shoot at the man at the speed of an arrow in desperation.

Save, the word I thought of in that moment with unmistakable accuracy.

I scuffled with the man. My sudden attack caught the man off guard, and I quickly gained the upper hand, my fist striking him with a chopping wood-like sound. I punched him and scolded him for being a hooligan, and then punching and scolding him again, and the sound of chopping wood and the word hooligan alternated, full of rhythm. The stunned woman was stunned for a long time, and when I threatened to turn this man over to the police, she yelled as if she had just woken up from a dream.

She said, don't do this, we're working on the object.

Her words were obviously an ironic dissolution to my act of righteousness, and my combat effectiveness suddenly faded. The man relieved himself and punched me viciously, this punch hit my left eye socket, and many Venus flashed in front of my eyes, and my vision was instantly covered by these Venus. I had no intention of fighting, so I fled in a hurry.

You must have guessed that this woman is Yang Yuhuan. My salvation of her began in such a messy and comical form.

But no matter what, Yang Yuhuan and I still got acquainted. Abnormal beginnings often lead to an unexpected ending, I can't say whether the ending between me and her was unexpected or not, but many of the things she brought me, such as love, impulsiveness, sensuality, disappointment, resentment, introspection, nervousness, etc., did swim in the river of my life like an indispensable fish.

The most convincing and shocking version of the reasons for Yang Yuhuan's divorce was told to me by herself. It was a spring afternoon not long after our first acquaintance, and the location was our family's earthquake shed, the kind of simple house that could be found everywhere in the mid-to-late seventies of the last century. We leaned side by side on my not-so-sturdy little wooden bed, the yard was silent, and the sounds outside the window were almost blown away by the spring hurricane, except for the occasional whisper from the neighbors. Yang Yuhuan's left shoulder was next to mine, and our four legs stretched forward in parallel, all in front of us were the pink shadows of light shining through the curtains. Those days were the days when my relationship with Yang Yuhuan was closest to that of a lover. You can make any logical and reasonable assumptions about this time, and although the results of the speculations are most likely to be different from the facts, it does not matter, but the important thing is that you can use this to open a door through which you can see a lonely woman who may be called a pioneer in some ways.

Yang Yuhuan said that the excuse for our divorce is personality discord, but the real reason for our divorce is sexual disharmony.

Yang Yuhuan's words surprised me in 1974, you know, it was the era of personality avoidance, and even though our relationship was to the point where we could have sex, it was still very uncomfortable to say that. My face turned red all of a sudden, and a certain part of my body underwent an unspeakable change.

Yang Yuhuan went on to say, I was originally a pile of Yu Chai who was content with calm, it was he who ignited me, at first I was forced to burn, but when my passion really flew in the flames, he cruelly extinguished the fire. He reached the finish line almost instantaneously, and I was just getting started. Can you understand that? It's definitely an unbearable torture for me.

Yang Yuhuan's expression was also an unbearable torture for me, I felt my lips suddenly thirsty, and my throat whimpered, not knowing what to say.

Yang Yuhuan said, I really want it, and I want it heartily.

At times like these, there's no reason why I shouldn't make a difference. I flipped Yang Yuhuan over on the bed, a little impatient and a little scrambling. You know, it's the first time I've done this kind of thing, and I'm like a kid looking for a home in the dark, bumping and turning and just can't find the door. Then the door was found, but I fell like a mess of mud, and I couldn't knock on the door anyway.

On that spring afternoon, Yang Yuhuan and I made all kinds of efforts, but they never made me stand up from the muddy state. I looked at the fresh sunshine and Yang Yuhuan's body, which was fresher than the sunshine, and I was extremely depressed.

Are you sick? Yang Yuhuan asked at the end. I was so sad that I couldn't say anything.

Two

For some time before my wife and I got married, I had doubts about myself. It wasn't until my wedding night that I realized that my worries were unnecessary, and that not only was I not sick, but I was also strong and elite, and my grades were top-notch. This can't help but remind me of Yang Yuhuan and that spring afternoon that made me ashamed. That afternoon was like the shadow of something everywhere, and it maintained a kind of detached relationship with my life.

I only had one skin-to-skin contact with Yang Yuhuan, and after the sexual attempt, Yang Yuhuan ignored me. I asked her out many times, but she politely declined for various reasons. I should understand this outcome, that a discordant sex life can make her choose to divorce, so how can she accept a sexually impotent man again? For me, the air of 1974 was filled with a rout.

Yang Yuhuan and I are both apprentices, my master is a man surnamed Hao, and Yang Yuhuan's master is a middle-aged woman surnamed Fang. Master Hao and Master Fang are both well-known technical leaders in the workshop, they have their own strengths, Master Hao is the first on the 30 lathe, and Master Fang is the world on the 20 lathe. When encountering technical problems, the two of them will learn from each other's strengths and communicate with each other. At this time, I had the opportunity to contact Yang Yuhuan.

When Master Fang was looking for Master Hao, he called Yang Yuhuan to come and shout, and when Master Hao wanted to find Master Fang, he called me over. Our two microphones follow the same trajectory, but it's hard to collide sometimes. At first, we didn't talk to anyone, and when the road rescue happened, I deliberately avoided her. But her attitude towards me has changed significantly, and once she took the initiative to stop me and actually said that she wanted to talk to me.

I looked at her a little nervously, unable to guess what she was going to talk to me about.

Why did you hit my boyfriend that night?

I—I thought he was a bad guy who was going to force himself to play a hooligan with you. I said with a purple face. So you rushed up desperately? Yang Yuhuan asked again.

Yes, in spite of everything. I say.

Yang Yuhuan suddenly grabbed my hand, which surprised me. The fact that a girl in 1974 took the initiative to grab the hand of a boy who had nothing to do with him was indeed a remarkable thing. My head was blown up like a balloon, and I wanted to shake off her hand immediately, but the bad thing was that my hand shook as soon as I touched hers. A stream of heat surged back and forth in my body with an unstoppable momentum, and my hands were obviously no longer listening to my command, and I took advantage of the situation, and my hands were incorrigibly clenched together.

You really have me in your heart. Yang Yuhuan groaned. We're okay. Yang Yuhuan said again.

What about him?, I said.

Blown. Yang Yuhuan said.

Yang Yuhuan lowered her head, her head almost against my chest, and I just had to reach out and hold her in my arms. But I was so nervous and timid, I saw some cold steel material around me cast a growing shadow on us, and I lowered my head, and I was in tears when I faced the first woman in my life.

We were in a relationship until the first failed lovemaking, but only two months later, we separated. I naturally developed a resentment towards Yang Yuhuan, I blamed her for valuing sex over righteousness, taking sex too seriously, and at the same time I painfully had to attribute Yang Yuhuan to the ranks of bad women. I became more and more convinced of the rumors about her that were circulating in the factory. ．

Let her go the right way!" Master Fang said to me.

As far as I know, Master Fang is the second person besides me who cares about Yang Yuhuan the most. Master Fang was a warm-hearted woman with a high political consciousness, and she was also the branch committee of the party branch of the workshop at that time. She told me that she had spoken to Ms. Yang several times in the hope of pulling her back from the brink of danger. But every time Yang Yuhuan showed an aversion to this kind of conversation, she frowned and squinted her eyes and asked Master Fang, why don't I go the right way? Master Fang was so angry that she choked her neck, and she really didn't know how to answer Yang Yuhuan for a while.

It was in this situation that Master Fang came to talk to me individually, and we stood under a large poplar tree outside the workshop, from which we could see many views of the factory yard, such as the tall factory building, the trucks passing through the yard, and the workers hurrying by in their work clothes. I even saw Yang Yuhuan poke his head out of the workshop, look this way with a strange expression, and then disappear.

With such a young girl, there is no reason for us to abandon her. Master Fang said.

I saw that Master Fang's work clothes were covered with dust and some fine iron filings, and her hair was meticulously coiled in her work cap, and some of the broken hair peeking out of the brim of the hat shone with that natural essence. Ten years ago, her husband was paraplegic due to a work-related injury, and Master Fang took care of her husband and children while working, and he never complained for ten years. I am full of respect for her, and at the same time, I am also infected by her care and love for Yang Yuhuan. A sense of purpose, encouraged by a common rhythm, rises among us like a flame.

Our faces were red with the flames.

Hold her, don't let her slide down. Master Fang said, do you know, there seems to be a constant change of men around her.

She's getting a partner. I say.

But I always felt that her relationship with those men was not like a normal relationship. Master Fang said.

What does that matter? I asked knowingly.

Let's not get into that yet. Master Fang stared at me and said, I am talking to you on behalf of the branch, I want to give you a task, you can not agree, but you must treat this matter solemnly.

What task?, I asked.

Stalking. Master Fang said, after work, you hide behind Yang Yuhuan, keep an eye on her, and see what kind of person she is dealing with.

Isn't that good?, I hesitated.

I also know it's not good, but in order to save Yang Yuhuan, we have to do it. Master Fang said.

Thus we formed an alliance in the name of salvation. In fact, before this, I was also unconsciously paying attention to Yang Yuhuan, and after accepting the task, I just turned the unconscious into conscious, and the unplanned into planned. I began to take the initiative, and I used the shadows, crowds, or nights to spy on and outflank Yang Yuhuan's private life. I kept moving my nose like a police dog, searching for the smell of Yang Yuhuan. Sometimes I feel like I'm doing something sacred, and I'm compassionate and determined to drag this slippery woman up, and sometimes I feel despicable, and I follow Yang Yuhuan like a shadow, hiding in the shadows like a pervert watching people's every move.

In fact, I only followed it for a few days, and I discovered many secrets belonging to Yang Yuhuan. For example, her family affairs, during my short relationship with Yang Yuhuan, I did not go to Yang Yuhuan's house once, not because I didn't want to go, but because Yang Yuhuan didn't want me to go at all. My knowledge of her family was limited to a few casual statements about hers, saying that her parents were ordinary workers and that her family life was simple and simple. Through follow-up research, I found out that this is not the case, her family composition is on the high side, and her parents are cultural people who have read a lot of books. I can't figure out whether there is any inevitable connection between such a family background and her behavior, but I always feel that educated parents should educate sensible children. But what about Yang Yuhuan? The results of the peep made me feel very sad.

It happened when I tracked it up to the fourth day. It was one night, at first I was hiding in the crowd, but Yang Yuhuan in front of me picked up the road with few people, and I followed and found that there were few people around. I had to distance myself from her so that she wouldn't find out. Walking further, I found that the buildings along the road had turned into trees, and there was no one around me. Yang Yuhuan in front of me walked faster and faster, as if he had used light skills, and I had to speed up my pace, and I almost stumbled. It wasn't until my forehead hit the leather-mottled trunk that I was forced to stop. While rubbing the green bag protruding from my forehead, I looked forward intently, and I found that Yang Yuhuan also stopped, she and a man walking towards her stood facing each other, and in a moment, the two of them hugged each other.

It was clearly a suburb, and the night was hazy, and the wind and trees combined to make the sound of a wooden bed being crushed. I was forced to hide behind the tree that had hit my forehead, watching as their hugging postures shifted, and I felt that a moment of crisis would happen, and a feeling of fear, jealousy, poured over my head like night.

The moonlight shrouded the man and woman in front of them like spotlights on the stage, and they performed like a pair of dancers, in a state of obsession and intoxication. You can imagine it, this kind of performance is definitely an unbearable thrill for me. I swooped down and threw a brick-sized rock at me. I saw them abruptly separate and stay still for a long time.

Three

Yang Yuhuan, you can't ruin yourself like this! I said word by word, my voice became harder and harder, and I tried my best to express my heartfelt words in the form of heartache.

Why did I ruin myself?" Yang Yuhuan asked in an impatient tone. Isn't it ruining yourself to just be casual with a man?, I said.

How can I be casually with a man?" Yang Yuhuan continued to ask rhetorically.

Last night, in the suburbs, I had to present the evidence and the inventory.

You threw that stone, right? Yang Yuhuan's eyes suddenly widened, and she said angrily, You are following me? despicable!

If you don't fall, how can I follow you? I don't let go of it, I want to save you, I want to pull you back from the edge of the cliff.

A trace of contemptuous laughter oozed from the corner of Yang Yuhuan's mouth. It's a cliff. I excitedly said that it was really dangerous to stop any longer. It's also dangerous to fall in love?

The problem is that you change people too often. I hesitated, but I still said the next words, I said, premarital sex is not good, although you are a divorced woman, but you are young after all.

Didn't we have a failed sexual act? Why didn't you say it badly at that time?" Yang Yuhuan said in a provocative tone.

I choked, and after a while I said almost in a tone of pleading, actually, I really like you, and if we both get along, I'm sure there will be a happy outcome. But you?、Just because I failed once, you abandoned me. Isn't there no love between a man and a woman except sex?

But I think that without sex, love has no support. Yang Yuhuan said in a soft voice that love and sex are inseparable as a whole, and without one of the two, it is incomplete. What's wrong with me pursuing a complete love?

It's your fault that you change people so often. I said angrily.

I change people frequently just to be cautious, who is suitable for me, who is likely to become my husband in the end. Yang Yuhuan said.

Slut!" I scolded.

After scolding, I pulled my legs and left, leaving Yang Yuhuan alone in a shadow in the depths of the factory yard, like a small tree surrounded by steel materials.

I walked angrily on the wooded path in the factory yard, and the sunlight fell on me through the leaves, which made me feel a sense of danger. You know, if it were changed today, Yang Yuhuan's views might not be anything. But it was 1974, and I was both surprised and alarmed by Yang Yuhuan in 1974. I realized the seriousness of the problem and felt it was necessary to report the situation to Master Fang as soon as possible.

That afternoon, I called Master Fang out of the workshop. When I called Master Fang, Yang Yuhuan glanced at me with a very disdainful look, and his expression seemed to say, you report, I'm not afraid, see what you can do to me!

I called Master Fang to the big poplar tree, and I unconsciously looked over there before I spoke. My gaze fell on the glass window next to Master Fang's machine, and although the sunlight shone very brightly on the glass, I could still see a beautiful and sad face, and the expression of that face was strange and stiff.

What the hell is the matter with you?" Master Fang urged me.

I withdrew my gaze from the glass window, and to tell the truth, I told Master Fang about Yang Yuhuan's behavior and opinions. I saw Master Fang's face becoming difficult to look at little by little. Although Master Fang is over forty years old, she is still quite charming, and no matter how you look at her, she is not the kind of ugly woman. If a person's life is made up of a photograph, I dare say that this photograph of Master Fang at this time is undoubtedly the ugliest one I have ever seen. Master Fang's brows were tightly locked, and the wrinkles strengthened by the locking eyebrows rippled like water waves around the two corners of her eyes, forming two exaggerated swirls, and the sudden shaking of facial muscles made her facial features change shape. I was stunned by Master Fang's appearance, and I didn't know what to do for a while.

After a long while, Master Fang muttered and said, "She, how can she be like this?" I echoed, I also feel very sorry that she has developed like this.

Master Fang said, is it still possible to save it?

I hastened to say, of course, she should be a not bad girl in nature.

Master Fang stared at me for a while and said, this matter should be reported to Director Qiu. Looking at the back of Master Fang leaving, my mind fell into chaos for a while. I looked at the glass window again, and I didn't know what it was like.

I returned to the workshop uneasy, and Master Hao, who was working, turned his head to look at me with a suspicious look, which made me feel very uncomfortable. Apprentices do not have specific production tasks, and the opportunity to actually operate on the lathe can only depend on the mood of the master. I didn't want to be idle, so I said to Master Hao, this batch of workpieces is simple, let me come, right? Master Hao gave me the lathe, lit a cigarette and retired.

I know that Master Hao would like me to come to work, so that he can have time to talk to some of the female workers. Master Hao is a well-known womanizer in the workshop, and he is ashamed and always likes to make some lewd jokes with female workers. Once, I saw him approaching Master Fang, who was working, and asked people with a hippie smile, where is the axle? Master Fang glanced at him and didn't say anything. I have seen Master Hao ask this sentence more than once when he approached the female worker, if the female worker who was asked answered was the axle, Master Hao would continue to say, you female workers are suitable for playing axle cheerleading rods, and those drilling and pounding work must be done by our male workers. If the female worker doesn't know what to do, he will say why can't we female workers drill holes. Master Hao will say, that's not good, our country is not allowed to do that. When Master Hao said this, he couldn't hide the smug look on his face, and his laughter would turn into an evil smile. There seems to be nothing wrong with Master Hao's words literally, but after a careful taste, the evil smell comes out. This is actually a form of entertainment for Master Hao.

But Master Hao's reputation in the workshop is not as bad as Yang Yuhuan's, Master Hao's derailment is only lip service, and he has no real scandal for people to spread.

Master Hao went to find the woman with a cigarette in his mouth, and I began to work. The rust crackled and fell, reminiscent of the wind in the woods, and I felt as if someone had been stripped of a layer of clothing with each layer of workpiece. The workpiece kept turning, and the clothes were stripped off layer by layer, and I suddenly saw a vivid and terrible body on the rotating workpiece, and that person was none other than Yang Yuhuan. I was stunned for a moment when I heard a snapping sound, and the knife holder hit the flying workpiece.

Master Hao put aside the female workers who were joking together and rushed back at a fast speed. He jerked me away and stopped the lathe with agility. He threw the scrapped workpiece on the ground and said to me in a huff, "What do you want?"

I can't answer.

I find that your emotions are not quite right these days, do you have something on your mind?" Master Hao asked again.

No. I replied very simply, of course I couldn't tell him about the task that Master Fang had given me.

Master Hao squinted his eyes and walked around me, and then said with a sneer, I think you seem to be a little interesting with Yang Yuhuan?

Don't guess, Master Hao. I yelled in disgust.

It is said that men are not bad and women are not loved, in my opinion, women are not bad and men are not loved. Master Hao said.

Say no more!" I yelled.

It seems that you are really emotionally attached to her. Master Hao said.

Four

For Yang Yuhuan, the party branch decided to set up a help and education group. Director Qiu took a puff of cigarette and said, The group is composed of three people, I am the team leader, and the other two members are you and Master Fang.

I sat in Director Qiu's office with mixed feelings, and I was grateful for Director Qiu's trust in me, but at the same time nervous and worried. I'm worried that Yang Yuhuan will have a bigger misunderstanding with me because of this, so Yang Yuhuan and I may be completely out of play.

We must be mentally prepared for the difficulties we may encounter. Director Qiu continued. We will keep you informed as soon as we have new information. Master Fang, who was sitting on the side, said to me, "The work we do is sacred, you have to let go of your hands and feet and work boldly." After all, saving people is the first thing.

I nodded, nervousness and worry gradually overwhelmed by the rising sense of sacredness. I knew I had no choice but to do so.

Let's come up with a rescue plan. Director Qiu stood up from behind his desk and paced back and forth in the room like a thinker. Director Qiu is the director of the workshop, and at the same time serves as the secretary of the party branch in the workshop. He is also a lathe worker, and it is said that Master Fang and Master Hao were originally apprentices from him, which shows how high his technical level has become. Master Fang almost admired him and obeyed his words, and no one else in the workshop seemed to dare not listen to him. The technical problems are not difficult for Director Qiu, but the problem of transforming a bad woman makes him very troubled.

Director Qiu's office is very large, and because it is renovated from a warehouse, it seems a little empty, and people talk with a buzzing echo. The slanting sunlight blew in the dust of the room, and the sound of machinery coming through the walls sounded like a woman whimpering. At that time, I had reasoned that although Yang Yuhuan had already walked on a dangerous road, she should still be regarded as a lucky woman.

Should we start with Director Qiu's words when the phone rang suddenly. After receiving the phone, I found that Director Qiu's face had changed, and he told the other master that Yang Yuhuan's matter would be discussed later, and now I have received an important production task, which is also a political task, and I want to go to the factory to get a shaft sleeve.

Master Fang and I were both puzzled, and we couldn't figure out how a bushing could have anything to do with politics. Director Qiu left in a hurry, and Master Fang and I could only go back to the workshop.

Due to my mistake last time, Master Hao easily didn't dare to let me work on the machine, so most of the time I was in a state of having nothing to do. I stood behind Master Hao and looked around, and all the scenery in the workshop became the target of my time. I felt very uncomfortable with the strange sounds of machine tools like battered human bodies, and the moving workers in cookie-cutter overalls were like sadists, excited and cruel to persecute the machines. I suddenly have a grudge against these people. I don't know why I feel this weird feeling, but maybe you know, in the shadows of great steel, suspicion, jealousy, irritability, and even perverts can come to you.

A woman's scream broke through the sound of steel and resounded very abruptly in the workshop. The eyes of everyone in the workshop were attracted by this sound, and I followed the sound and found that it was Yang Yuhuan who screamed. At first, I thought she had been injured by a machine and had an accident, but when I looked closely, I realized that her flesh and skin were not injured, but her soul seemed to be hurt. She was in a fight posture and was arguing with Master Fang. Yang Yuhuan's voice was extremely high, as if she intended to let the whole workshop hear. In fact, even if her voice is lower, people can still sort out their quarrels from the noise of the huge machines, because in people's sense organs, what they like always takes precedence over other things. I seemed to see all the people in the workshop pricking up their ears and listening intently.

Yang Yuhuan shouted, they all said that I was shameless, but I didn't expect you to be more shameless than me. Master Fang said, why am I shameless?

Yang Yuhuan said, "Are you the one who sent someone to follow and spy on me?" I really don't understand, how can you be so interested in other people's private lives?

Master Fang said, I'm here for your good.

Yang Yuhuan said, that's a good thing to say! I've just had a few more boyfriends, and I see that you are anxious and angry.

Master Fang said, we have to be anxious to treat the disease and save people. Yang Yuhuan said, what is my disease?

Master Fang said that the style of life is sick.

Yang Yuhuan said, I have a life style disease, but I am very sick, unlike some people, my own man is not good, so I am angry that others have men.

Master Fang's face turned red all of a sudden.

Master Fang's husband is a paraplegic and of course can't live a normal married life. Yang Yuhuan's words hit the nail on the head, and it stabbed Master Fang's sore spot at once, a little cruel and a little crazy. We all know Master Fang's character, how her husband is crippled for many years, she has been loyal to her duties and has never caused any scandals. Yang Yuhuan's words were actually tantamount to public anger, and many pairs of eyes spewed angry fire.

Yang Yuhuan was still there, she continued, a woman forty is the age of a wolf like a tiger, who is uncomfortable who knows, Master Fang, I advise you to divorce, and then find a useful man, it is not in vain to be a woman.

Your Master Fang can't say a word.

Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore and rushed forward to help Master Fang. I saw at least a dozen people surrounding Yang Yuhuan, their voices and fingers covering Yang Yuhuan, but Yang Yuhuan's voice seemed to be sharper, it desperately penetrated the cover, forming a fireball above her head, and the whole workshop seemed to be illuminated by it.

A few years later, I asked Yang Yuhuan how he felt at that time. Yang Yuhuan told me that I felt very depressed at that time, and the social environment, workshop environment, and even the family environment were not good for me. Everyone looked at me with a special look, I wasn't stupid, I could read their gaze. There was contempt, disgust, and a little jealousy in the woman's gaze, and the man's gaze seemed more complicated, with beams of light slanting through, both contempt and envy, both curse and obscenity. This environment is almost breathless, and I have never been able to understand, why are you doing this to me?

I say, because you're an alien.

Yang Yuhuan said, I just did what I wanted to do, I really don't know what I did wrong. To put it bluntly, I just wanted to find a man who liked sex and was normal, but because of that, people put a lewd hat on me. The most infuriating thing is you men, you all have an attitude of contempt for me in the public, but when you go to a place where there is no one, you try in every possible way to get close to me, and even take advantage of me.

I blurted out that I am not like this.

Yang Yuhuan said, let's not talk about you first, let me give you an example, there is a man who has told me a lot of high-sounding truths in front of everyone, and on a dark and windy night, he actually dragged me into a room where no one stayed. I was working overtime that day, and on my way back to the lounge to pick up my things, he flashed out of the room like a ghost and reached out and pulled me in. I asked him what he wanted, and he said baby I miss you, let's be happy together. I shook my hand and gave him a slap in the face. He covered his cheeks and said, "What are you pretending to be serious, don't you like men the most?" I ran out of the hut, tears like the water of a canal that opened the floodgates. From then on, I looked down on you and hated you. I didn't want to suffocate myself to death, I didn't want to be bullied by others all the time, so I decided to take the initiative. I planned and searched for a long time, and finally locked on Master Fang. Capture the thief and capture the king first, and attack her with Master Fang's shortcomings, just to let everyone take a look, and I am not easy to mess with.

If you do this, the other master's master is too cruel. I said, Master Fang really wants to save you.

Do I really need to be saved?, Yang Yuhuan asked.

I was speechless. It was at this time that I became skeptical about this question, which I had never suspected. Perhaps, just when we are trying to save others in every possible way, it is actually ourselves who need to be saved.

Five

At the staff meeting in the workshop, Director Qiu mentioned the extremely important shaft sleeve. Director Qiu blushed, as if he had drunk a lot of wine. But we all know that Director Qiu doesn't know how to drink, and his flushed face proves that Director Qiu is very excited at this time.

Director Qiu said that the party committee of the factory gave us a task in the workshop, although it is a production task, but we must complete it as a political task.

Could it be that someone in Sihanoukville inserted a throat in silence.

Director Qiu glanced at the man and said, he was right, this shaft sleeve was indeed obtained from France through Prince Sihanouk's connections.

Before the meeting, I heard some rumors about this shaft sleeve, which was urgently needed for the first domestic large-scale generator set in the mainland at that time, and the mainland could not produce this kind of shaft sleeve at that time, and the mainland had no trade relations with the countries that could produce this kind of bushing. Therefore, the importance of this axle sleeve is naturally apparent.

The problem is that the inner diameter of this sleeve is 10 centimeters smaller than the size we need. We have to have a car when we are young, and this is the task entrusted to us.

Director Qiu swept everyone with very bright eyes. Everyone also met Director Qiu's gaze with very bright eyes, but soon everyone looked away, and everyone turned their heads and ears, discussing who this task could be handed over. At the end of the day, whoever is entrusted with this task will feel glorious.

I'll do the work. Someone in the crowd shouted.

I turned my head to look and found that it was Master Hao who was shouting. You know, Master Hao took the initiative to ask for his reasons, Master Hao is a master in the three-zero bed, and the volume of this axle sleeve is large, which is suitable for drying in the three-zero bed. If this task is given to Master Hao, others will not have any opinions.

But Director Qiu shook his head, he lit a cigarette, and said in a deep voice, this job is too important, I can't be the master of who to hand it over, and it must be decided by the party branch of the workshop. Meeting.

Several branch committees followed Director Qiu to his office, while others returned to work in front of their machines. Master Hao looked disappointed, muttering as if he was scolding. To be honest, I am also a little disappointed, if this work is assigned to Master Hao, as his apprentice, I will naturally participate in this important work. For a man, both curiosity and vanity should be essential.

On this unquiet morning, the sound of machines in the workshop sounded at least half an hour late. People are still talking about it in twos and threes. I deliberately observed Yang Yuhuan, and I found that she was the only one standing by the lathe, looking very lonely. Since she had just quarreled with Master Fang yesterday, and everyone's sympathy was on Master Fang's side, her lonely situation was not an accident.

In fact, it didn't take too long for a few branch committees to come back. You know, their return means that the mission has a home. Everyone's eyes are on these few people. The first to lose his breath was Master Hao, and before he could wait for a bag of cigarettes, he leaned over to Master Fang with a shy smile.

Who did you give this job to?" Master Hao asked, poking his head out. You'll know when the time comes. Master Fang said coldly. This shouldn't be a secret, right?

Master Fang ignored Master Hao, and she started to work.

Master Hao was bored, he shook his head and just wanted to leave, but when his eyes hit Yang Yuhuan's body, he didn't leave. He came to Yang Yuhuan with a smile and asked without words, Xiao Yang, who do you say this job should be assigned to?

Do you want me to say Yang Yuhuan deliberately lengthened his voice, this job is the most suitable for you to leave to Master Hao.

Do you still know me!!" Master Hao smirked.

Yang Yuhuan also laughed, they seemed to be deliberately in the Qi Fang Master. For their actions, many people in the workshop glared angrily. But the two of them didn't seem to realize it, and laughed and laughed for a while.

The decision of the party branch was announced by Director Qiu at the end of the day. This task was not handed over to Master Hao, nor was it handed over to Master Fang, but was completed by Director Qiu himself. Such a decision surprised me at first, but after thinking about it, I was relieved, after all, Director Qiu was also a lathe worker, and it was even more reassuring that such an important job was handed over to no one and not to himself.

I was even more surprised by a decision that Director Qiu subsequently announced. Director Qiu said that in order to better accomplish this task, the party branch specially selected two assistants for me, who are Lao Hao's apprentice and Lao Fang's apprentice.

I looked at Yang Yuhuan with wide eyes, and Yang Yuhuan also looked at me with wide eyes. In fact, it was not just the two of us who were surprised, almost all of the eyes in the workshop widened, and they didn't understand why this was happening.

You know, the focus of everyone's surprise is not on me, but on Yang Yuhuan. There's nothing wrong with choosing me as an assistant, I'm a reassuring person in everyone's eyes. What surprised everyone was why the party branch chose Yang Yuhuan, who was criticized a lot, and was it reassuring for her to participate in such an important task?

After Director Qiu left the workshop, Master Fang called me outside. Still under the big poplar tree, Master Fang put his mouth close to my ear and said, I recommended you to Director Qiu.

What about Yang Yuhuan? I asked suspiciously. Also I recommend. Master Fang said. This was definitely even more surprising news, and I couldn't figure out why Master Fang did this.

Master Fang said that at first, Director Qiu and the other branch committee members didn't understand either, but in the end I convinced them because I had my reasons.

What is the reason?, I blurted out.

Save. Master Fang said that in order to save Yang Yuhuan, we had to take a risk. In the usual way, it would be very difficult for us to make her repent. I think we can take advantage of this opportunity to do important work, let Yang Yuhuan participate in this work, and use our trust to inspire her, if she still has a conscience, she will be moved, and she will change her past.

Master Fang said very emotionally, and it should be me who is even more emotional. Looking at Master Fang's sincere face, a kind of respect couldn't help but arise spontaneously.

However, after all, this task is too important, and I am not sure whether Yang Yuhuan can withstand the test. Master Fang said, therefore, your task is more important, you not only have to assist Director Qiu to do a good job, but also pay more attention to Yang Yuhuan, not only to move people with emotion, but also to have the necessary supervision. I know what to do, Master Fang, you can rest assured. I say.

Six

A French bushing was delivered to a small room in the corner of the workshop, a room of less than 20 square meters with two lathes, one of the 20 type and the other of the 30 type, which showed the unique identity of the two lathes. They are the best lathes in the shop and are only used when turning delicate and important workpieces.

The sunlight sprinkled a large amount of light in the room, and because the lathe had just been oiled by Director Qiu, there was a choking smell in the air. That morning, Yang Yuhuan and I walked into this room together. Director Qiu didn't say anything more to us, he stuck the axle sleeve on the lathe and started to work.

In fact, there is nothing special about the whole work process, because it is slow to turn and sharpen, and time passes very slowly. Director Qiu sat on a wooden bench next to the lathe, looking at the rotating shaft sleeve while spitting smoke rings into the air, and Yang Yuhuan's job and I were to obey Director Qiu's call at any time. I seem to be very self-conscious, and I will take the initiative to do what I need to do, such as adding some coolant to the turning tool at the right time, picking up some iron filings, etc. Yang Yuhuan looked a little sluggish, I paid attention to her expression, she was obviously a little unprepared to participate in this work, when she had nothing to do, her arms shook back and forth, as if she didn't know where to put it. I wanted to say something to her. But with Director Qiu present, I was worried and didn't know where to speak.

The axle sleeve rotates leisurely, and it doesn't take long for the car to lose about ten centimeters of thickness, and most of the time is spent on the finishing program. To be honest, on this unusual working day, I didn't pay too much attention to the unusually important axle sleeve, and most of my attention was actually on Yang Yuhuan. Although Yang Yuhuan still ignored me, her expression towards me had changed significantly, from tough to soft. She paid more attention to the axle sleeve than I did, and she acted like she was on the wrong bus, surprised and helpless by the unexpected scenery that appeared outside the window.

I paid attention to Yang Yuhuan, half out of responsibility and half out of instinct, at first I only observed her demeanor and demeanor, but later, my attention was focused on her body. My gaze slid down her neck, slipping in from the neckline of her overalls, an invisible lubricant that seemed to work with me, making me slide smoothly. It was as if I had seen two not plump but solid fruits, which I had touched but had not been able to pick. Continue to slide, slide past a flat river, and then go deep into the hinterland. My breath was short, and something was running down my chest like water. I knew that the place that had failed me had arrived, and the thought of it led to a ebb of desire, and a sense of frustration repelled me.

Objectively speaking, Yang Yuhuan's body is not the best stage for a woman at this time, although she has been married, she still looks thin. But it was such a body, and there was a dangerous blood gushing in it, which seemed to be a gas that roamed around her, and it was impossible to know when it might explode. I tried to drive away distractions and try to reorient my emotions to a sacred position.

When noon arrived soon, Director Qiu stopped the lathe and said to Yang Yuhuan and me, I'll go out to eat first, and you will go out to eat when I come back. Remember, I'm not coming back, and neither of you is going to leave here.

As soon as Director Qiu left, the two of us felt a little more relaxed. I moved my arms, leaned over to the lathe and looked at the axle sleeve, then turned around and smiled at Yang Yuhuan. Yang Yuhuan didn't smile, she twisted her head, avoiding my gaze.

You know who recommended you, right? Of course I do. Yang Yuhuan said.

Master Fang still trusts you. I say.

I don't have much interest in that!" Yang Yuhuan muttered.

Whether you are interested or not is one thing, and whether Master Fang recommends you or not is another. I said with some excitement, do you know how many people are looking at Master Fang, looking at you?

My Yang Yuhuan's words were blocked by a series of footsteps, I thought it was Director Qiu coming back from dinner, I pushed open the door, and it was not Director Qiu who came in, but Master Hao.

Why don't you go to dinner?" Master Hao said with a grin. If Director Qiu doesn't come back, we won't leave. I say. Master Hao shook his head, then walked to the lathe and bent down to look at the axle sleeve. I wanted to lean over to see what he thought of the axle sleeve, but Yang Yuhuan took the first step, and she stood behind Master Hao and accompanied him to look at the axle for a minute.

After that, Master Hao and Yang Yuhuan talked a few words and left. Not long after, Director Qiu also returned. I went out to eat with Yang Yuhuan.

The bushing was completed that afternoon, and I had the pleasure of witnessing the quality inspection process. The quality inspector in the workshop is the part-time master Fang, who is holding a large caliper for quality inspection, and behind her is Director Qiu and several branch committees. We all know that this caliper is the best one in the workshop, and it is not usually used, and it is only used for quality inspection of important workpieces. You may not know that this is not an ordinary caliper, it has measured the volume of workpieces in the bucket, and those workpieces are transported to all fronts of the motherland without fail. Although it has been in service for many years, it has not been rusted. Master Fang put this unusual caliper next to the same unusual bushing, and the caliper and shaft sleeve were dull and shining brightly.

The first to use this ruler to measure the inner diameter of the shaft sleeve is Master Fang, she picked up the caliper when her face was serious, she said I started to measure, but everyone did not see her immediately measured, she alternately faded her sleeves with both hands, and then wiped the caliper with an oilcloth and wiped it. It didn't seem necessary for her to do these movements, but they gave her a ceremonial solemnity.

In full view of everyone, Master Fang finally finished measuring the shaft sleeve. When everyone's eyes converged on her face, they were all taken aback, and her face suddenly seemed to be drained of blood, and it was as white as a piece of paper.

The inner diameter of the bushing is five millimeters more than that of the car. Master Fang muttered.

Master Fang's words were shocking, and everyone present was stunned and panicked. You know, with Director Qiu's technical level and the simplicity of this kind of work, it is simply impossible to have an extra five millimeters in the car. But the impossible happened, and there was nothing to be done. Next, many people used this caliper to measure the axle sleeve, and they confirmed Master Fang's measurement, and the inner diameter of the axle sleeve was indeed five millimeters more than the car. This means that the bushing will be scrapped.

That night, Director Qiu was taken away by the staff of the factory's security department. Yang Yuhuan and I also began to undergo endless investigations.

Seven

Talk and speculation filled the workshop like the noise of the machines, and people came up with all sorts of reasons and reasons to explain the accident. They talk to each other, and they say everything. Because Yang Yuhuan and I are related to this matter, people look at us a little specially. I paid close attention to Yang Yuhuan, she seemed to be very calm, doing some small work alone, her face was not ashamed or afraid in the sunlight pouring in from the window. And I was nervous, you know, in 1974, it was as serious as it was, and I had no reason not to be nervous or afraid

Master Hao beside me seemed a little gloating, and he said to me in an almost provocative tone, sometimes, good things are not necessarily good things, and bad things are not necessarily bad things. Like me, although I haven't been reused, I'm okay!

I despised Master Hao's attitude, so I snorted with my nose and ignored him.

Master Hao said to himself, with Director Qiu's technical level, there should never be such a mistake, is it intentional sabotage?

I glared at him fiercely, and I thought this guy was very hateful.

Master Hao said to himself again, I know Director Qiu, he is not that kind of person!

The people from the factory security department approached me and Yang Yuhuan one after another, but in the process of talking to us, they did not find any valuable clues. The problem came after Master Fang talked to me. Master Fang came to talk to me on behalf of the party branch of the workshop, and the location was still under the big poplar tree outside the workshop. Master Fang's face was very unsightly, probably because she didn't sleep well, and her eyes were covered with a layer of blue and purple.

You really didn't leave Director Qiu during the car work?Master Fang asked.

Except when eating. I say.

What about Yang Yuhuan? Master Fang asked again. The two of us have been together all the time. I say. Has anyone else been here?' Master Fang asked. Master Hao came once at noon. I say.

I found that Master Fang's eyes suddenly lit up, and the blue and purple circles under the reflection of a pair of suddenly bright eyes faded and turned white.

What did he do when he entered the house?, Master Fang said in a low voice.

He just looked at the sleeve and did nothing else. I say. Have you been staring at his hand?" said Master Fang.

Not really. I thought about it and said, for a minute, Yang Yuhuan's body blocked my view, but Yang Yuhuan could see his hand.

This was the end of the conversation, Master Fang hurried to the security department to report, and I went back to the workshop to continue working. I stood behind Master Hao and kept thinking about it, trying to think about some details of Master Hao after he entered the house, although he didn't have any unusual behavior, one thing was certain, that is, the smile on his face. It was definitely not his usual playful laugh, but a very serious or sinister laugh. You know, there was always a hidden class enemy in the movies I could see at that time, like the bad guy in "War Flood" who said that he was happy when it rained for 7749 days, like the bad guy who secretly pulled the electric switch in "Entrepreneurship", and so on. By analogy, could the class enemy hidden around us be this Master Hao? This kind of assumption makes me feel creepy.

Things continue to go in a bad direction. The next day, Master Hao was quarantined. The security department came to me again and asked me to prove that Master Hao had indeed been to that private room, and I proved it. As for what he did, I had no way of knowing because Yang Yuhuan's body blocked my view at that moment.

They looked for Yang Yuhuan again. Two hours later, Yang Yuhuan returned from the security department, her face was solemn and she didn't say a word. Later, Master Fang told me that no matter how others did Yang Yuhuan's work, she just gritted her teeth and said nothing to prove that Master Hao had done sabotage. The guy from the security section asked, "So can you prove that he didn't destroy?" and she said without hesitation, "Yes, I can prove that he didn't destroy."

Yang Yuhuan's attitude is in stark contrast to that of most people.

No matter what the truth of the matter is, Yang Yuhuan was able to do so at this time, and he had actually chosen a path to isolate himself. Master Fang once said to me bitterly that she was really incorrigible.

After that, Master Fang gave up the idea of saving Yang Yuhuan, although they were still masters and apprentices, and sometimes they couldn't even say a word for a day.

You know, there's a completely laughable outcome to this. There were two shaft sleeves imported through Prince Sihanoukville, one of which was scrapped and had to be used. When the spare shaft sleeve arrived in the workshop, everyone stayed away, and the scene of taking the initiative to fight did not happen again.

The size of this shaft sleeve is only the same as that, and of course it also needs to be processed, but who will do it? Although Director Qiu was released after Master Hao was quarantined, he was obviously inconvenient to go into battle. Sent to others, who rejected it with all sorts of excuses. In the end, the party branch of the workshop collectively decided that the axle sleeve would be handed over to Master Fang himself.

Master Fang went into battle with the big caliper for quality inspection, and I was the only assistant. When I walked into that private room again, I almost felt a sense of fear. Master Fang also seemed to be nervous, staring at the rotating shaft sleeve with good eyes when he was working, and stopped from time to time to measure. When the work was finished, she didn't straighten up for a long time.

In this quality inspection, many people used the ruler to measure the axle sleeve, and after the measurement, everyone nodded unanimously to indicate that they were qualified. The axle sleeve that Master Fang drove through was quickly sent away. Then a strange thing happened, this axle sleeve that matched the size could not fit into the axle, and the axle sleeve that did not meet the size that Director Qiu had driven was tightly attached to the axle.

This incident confused everyone present.

The next day, Master Hao was released. That's when we realized the outcome of the matter, and it turned out that the mistake was with the big caliper. Who would have believed that a ruler that had measured countless precision workpieces without fail, could make such a big mistake.

Eight

Although this result cleared up the suspicions for Master Hao and Director Qiu, it did not bring any good luck to Yang Yuhuan, who was hurt by this. It is from then on that Yang Yuhuan stepped into the core of a tragedy step by step.

Not long after, there were rumors in the factory that Yang Yuhuan and Master Hao hooked up.

Such news is like rain all day, and in a moment it can drench every corner it can cover.

Such rumors did not particularly shock me, and Yang Yuhuan's frequent derailments had numbed my mind.

A few years later, Yang Yuhuan talked to me about it. Loneliness, she says, is the most terrible thing that can make your mind a barren place. In those days, almost no one spoke to me in the workshop, and in my eyes, it seemed that I was the only one left in the rumbling workshop. I know that it wasn't Master Fang who hurt me, not you sanctimonious hypocrites, but myself. It's my desire for truth that hurts me, it's my need for perfect love, or perfect sex, that hurts me. Despite the appearance that I didn't care, my successful cover-up actually made the wound more painful. At this moment, Master Hao walked over to me.

Since I did not commit perjury, Master Hao was very grateful to me, and he expressed his gratitude to me in a maverick way. When you people were giggling together in the workshop, when you were cruelly isolating me in your form, Master Hao extended a helping hand to me with his eyes. His gaze was full of gratitude, warmth, and something ambiguous. To be honest, I don't really like Master Hao, and he's twenty years older than me. But I accepted these hands in solitude and helplessness, and let their caress float over my cheeks, body and mind from different angles. More precisely, it was his bravery that moved me.

I will never forget the time when you were talking about something around Master Fang, and none of you paid attention to me, and you all made a gesture of drawing a line with me, but at this moment, Master Hao walked past you people and walked towards me. He accosted me in your astonished eyes and told me jokes that were not funny, but exciting. I tried my best to cooperate with him, and my voice was as loud as possible, although my voice could not suppress yours, my voice existed after all, and it proved my worthlessness and fearlessness with the momentum of confrontation. My feelings for Master Hao were suddenly sublimated at that time. We fell in love, and in your parlance, we committed adultery. Of course, I know that Master Hao is a family man, but the psychology of confrontation with you has prevailed over morality and reason, and I know that I can no longer take care of too much. I need covering, I need someone to warm my cold body, I need the watery grass to touch and the impact of the water. Whenever we're together, I shout presumptuously, cover me, cover me. Under his cover, I forgot about the pain of the wound.

In the late autumn of 1974, I couldn't understand Yang Yuhuan's lonely and restless heart. Like the public, I see Yang Yuhuan as a depraved woman. This confirmation had pained me, and I had liked her after all. But reality was like a porcelain vase in my hand, it slid to the ground, shards scattered, and I knew I couldn't restore it.

One day, Master Fang called me under the big poplar tree again. The leaves on his head made strange noises, as if they were plotting something, and as if they were looking at them in a panic. The factory yard was very quiet, and the sound of the machine coming from the workshop was much lighter by the late autumn wind, and it seemed weak. Due to the cold weather, Master Fang and I kept stomping our feet on the spot while talking.

You have to answer me a question truthfully. Master Fang said, do you still have that kind of affection for Yang Yuhuan?

I was speechless.

You don't have to explain, I can see that you liked Yang Yuhuan very much at first, and it wasn't your fault. Master Fang said, but now the situation is different, you can also see, Yang Yuhuan has developed to the point of adultery with a married woman. I know that she is taking the initiative to find you now, and you will not want her again. But I still have to ask you, do you still have feelings for her?

Without. I replied very simply. Really not?" Master Fang asked again.

Not really. I say.

Master Fang pondered for a moment and said, whether you have it or not, I have to warn you to have a correct attitude, to take into account the overall situation, and to put the interests of the people first. Okay, now I can tell you, the organization has decided to give you a task to follow Yang Yuhuan again.

Why?, I blurted out.

Since she is incorrigible, let's use her as a warning to everyone. Master Fang said, your task is to find out her details.

From this day on, I followed Yang Yuhuan again. On the street or in the alley, in the sun or in the moonlight, I looked mysterious, and step by step I approached Yang Yuhuan's private life again. In fact, it didn't take much effort, and in just a few days, I found out a place that Yang Yuhuan often went to, which was not a room in a private house or a hotel, but a warehouse in the factory that had been abandoned for many years.

It was a night full of uncertainties, and at the door of Yang Yuhuan's house, I finally waited for her to appear in the changing lights and shadows. Yang Yuhuan came out of the house, her demeanor seemed to be very calm, and she looked sneaky about me hiding in the corner. Through the light I found that she seemed to have a new change, although her face was still as beautiful as before, but that innocent and shy expression was gone, there was not a single muscle or line on her face that could reveal the secrets of her heart, you looked at the past, you can only see yourself full of doubts. The moment she walked past me, I suddenly felt a sense of confusion.

I followed her with a gloomy look on my face, and walked down the street into the factory. In the night, the familiar factory became blurry and unfamiliar. When Yang Yuhuan approached the idle warehouse, her expression was as if she had arrived at her own home. She knocked lightly on the door, which was opened inside, and she walked in lightly. Then the door closed again. A hand reached out from the broken part of the door and locked it with a lock.

I approached the door with great mixed feelings, and the sound of men and women loving each other soon came from inside, and I shivered like a yin wind. That sound was like a stick to me, and when it sounded, I was mercilessly stabbed in the heart, and when it sounded again, my heart was stabbed again. The sound continued, and my heart was full of holes and scars. My heart ached, my eyes were moist, and at this time, I realized that I still loved Yang Yuhuan. I made a shock pose, but my sanity held me back. I admonished myself to be calm, to take care of the bigger picture, and not to let my feelings sabotage the collective action. I curbed my impulses in my own way. After that, every time there was a sound inside, I said something in my heart, this sound was made by me, and another sound inside said another word in my heart, and this sound was when I made the inside gradually quieted down, and I had collapsed to the ground.

Nine

According to what I detected, the leaders of the workshop made a plan to catch the traitor. There were only four or five people who participated in the development of the plan, but it was barely a bag of cigarettes, and the plan was like a winged elf that flew all over the workshop at once.

Everyone rushed to tell each other, and the elated expressions passed from one face to the other, and the workshop was soon enveloped in an exuberant mood. It seems that there are only two people who don't know it, Yang Yuhuan and Master Hao, who are drunk with the wine they brew, and love makes them numb and mentally retarded.

On that sunny afternoon, Yang Yuhuan and Master Hao walked into the warehouse almost in full view. To them, those of us who kept a close eye on them seemed to be wearing cloaks of invisibility, and they walked intently past us, into secret places that everyone knew. As soon as their figures disappeared in the workshop, everyone was immediately excited and eager to try.

Catching an adulterer was definitely a very tempting word in the late autumn of 1974. This word has a supernormal motivation among a group of people suffering from entertainment deficiency, and their faces radiate an impatient light as if they were going to see a wonderful theatrical performance. Some people even shouted loudly, "Let's go, catch the traitor!" The common temptation made this voice quickly get a response, catch the traitor! This voice grew stronger and stronger, it was uniform, and the slogan resounded throughout the workshop.

A team of traitors set off from the workshop, and I was the guide at the front, followed by Director Qiu and Master Fang, and the others lined up in a row. We walked out of the workshop and walked on the avenue of the factory, our hair and clothes blown up by the autumn wind, making a hunting sound like a flag. This team is getting bigger and bigger, and the people in the other workshops can't help but join this team when they hear that they are going to catch the traitor. People were elated and excited as if they were celebrating a holiday. When the wooden door was smashed open by a powerful team, I seemed to hear the sound of a jade artifact falling to the ground, and the fragments of the jade opened up quickly like a splash, and in the splash, I saw Yang Yuhuan's terrified face. Their flesh appeared naked in front of the people, the noisy people suddenly quieted down, the scene in front of them was somewhat disappointing, the two living bodies were like shaved pigs at the moment, facing us on all sides, not at all as fragrant and exciting as people expected.

You know, how serious it was at the time. A few days later, Master Hao and Yang Yuhuan were both punished, and they were both transferred out of the workshop. Master Hao was arranged to feed the pigs in the factory canteen, and Yang Yuhuan was arranged to work as a waiter in the factory guest house.

People have no opinion about Master Hao feeding the pigs, and they all think that people like Master Hao who have life style problems should be with the pigs. There is a lot of talk about the arrangement of Yang Yuhuan, everyone said how could she be arranged in the guest house, wouldn't it be more convenient for her to mess around in the guest house?

Someone said to me privately that this must be an arrangement by a certain factory leader with ulterior motives. My mind is in turmoil, and I can't speculate anymore.

Later, I got married. I buried my head in sex, trying to forget about that heartbreaking Yang Yuhuan in waves of pleasure. But my efforts failed, and instead of forgetting her, some details about her became clearer. I think of my wife's body as soon as I touch her body, and I think of her cry when I hear her cry, and her voice is not made by pleasure, but by pain. I closed my eyes, and a wave of despair poured out. You know, after being transferred to the factory, Yang Yuhuan has indeed become more incorrigible, and there are endless scandals about her. She broke up with Master Hao, and it is said that the rape scared him out of his sexual function. But there are more and more men who have a relationship with her, and she is constantly expanding her territory by taking the rooms recruited by the factory as a position. She became a true lover of the masses. The names of those adulterers are like strings of sugar gourds, which are chewed around by people after tea and dinner. Of course, the most painful thing about this is me, once I mentioned Yang Yuhuan to Master Fang without words, I said that it was a mistake for us to give up on her?

I can't tell. Master Fang said that she looked very tired.

A few years later, Yang Yuhuan talked to me about this problem. She said it bluntly, she said that I was deliberately having sex with these men, and that I was trying to use the pleasure of the flesh to forget the pain of my soul. It's okay to say I'm seducing them, but what woman doesn't want to seduce a man subconsciously? You have to admit that you men prefer to seduce women, especially bad women like me. You are scolding us in public, and you are secretly beating our minds. If you want to say bad, you men are even worse.

After listening to Yang Yuhuan's words, I was powerless to refute and embarrassed.

You may not know that on a dark and windy night, I also went to Yang Yuhuan's duty room in the factory. I went with the creed that others had made me gain. When I opened the door, Yang Yuhuan was already lying down, and I couldn't wait to rush to the bed, but I was soon slapped by Yang Yuhuan. I covered my hot cheeks and said, "Why can't I do it?" Yes, others can, but you can't. Yang Yuhuan shouted angrily, you shameless thing, get out of my way!

Ten

You know, I'm not a man who is shameless to the extreme. Since then, I haven't gone to Yang Yuhuan again. Although we were in the same factory, and although I could still hear all kinds of rumors about her, I was determined and sensible to keep my emotions to myself. Many years have passed, and my last memory of Yang Yuhuan is when she wore her hair loose and told me to roll away. Her voice was sharp and hoarse, like a lightning bolt in a cloudy day in an unlit room, and in this fleeting light I saw my ugliness in her eyes.

I was transferred out of that factory in the early 80s of the last century, and the news about Yang Yuhuan was interrupted with my departure. The world has changed dramatically. Cities, factories, people, and the scale of morality have changed. In my mind, Yang Yuhuan has gradually changed from a slut to a woman with advanced consciousness. There is nothing wrong with the shaft sleeve, there is nothing wrong with the operation, it is the ruler that is wrong. Every time I think of Yang Yuhuan, I feel a kind of helplessness and sadness.

By chance, I got close to Yang Yuhuan again. One day, I went to a department store to pick out a dress, and when spring arrived, I was going to buy a dress for the change of season. I walked around the forest of clothes, and I was a little at a loss for what to do with the different kinds of plants, and I looked at any of the clothes that were good, but when I looked closely, none of them seemed to suit me. It was at this time that the sound of the wind blowing like leaves attracted me. I turned my head and saw a chubby saleswoman struggling with a brush to brush a dark blue men's garment, which seemed to be stained and the salesperson was trying to brush off some marks. The dark blue hue suddenly touched something in my subconscious, and I stumbled over to it and decided to try it on.

This color is perfect for a man your age. The salesperson said as she helped me put on the dress.

I walked to the dressing mirror, which was not far away, and I saw that the man in the mirror had become old-fashioned and eccentric under this dark-toned garment, and I had doubts about the choice I had just made. I only looked at it for a moment and took it off in front of the mirror.

I walked back and returned the clothes to the salesperson and said I didn't want them.

Don't be afraid, it's not going to work. The salesperson's face darkened suddenly. Why?, I asked, confused.

Look at this, this has been stretched out by you. As he spoke, the salesman spread out the garment and pointed to the part of the sleeve on the left side that connected to the body for me to see, and sure enough, I saw a tear that was more than three inches long. I frowned, and I couldn't remember the slightest tear when I tried on clothes.

I didn't make it. I argued.

But who can prove that you didn't do it?" the salesman shouted incessantly.

I was quickly surrounded by some people watching the excitement, I was angry and frustrated, and I really had a feeling of indescribability in the face of such a woman. Just then, another woman rushed to the front, and she shouted at the fat salesman, "I can prove that he did not make the cut in this dress."

What proof do you have?' said the fat salesman.

I was staring at him as he tried on clothes. The woman said. You—you're nosy!" said the fat salesman angrily.

I turned my face away, gratefully looking at the rescuer. You must have guessed it, my eyes widened after reading it, I never thought that I would see Yang Yuhuan again in this way.

I shuddered, and I didn't know what to say.

More than 20 years have passed, and Yang Yuhuan's voice doesn't seem to have changed, it is still high and crisp, but her appearance looks old. Her skin is saggy, the corners of her eyes and forehead are visibly wrinkled, and although she is not fat, she seems to be a little more ugly than fat. I tried my best to find the heart-warming combination of expressions on her face, and I almost forgot about the perilous situation around her.

The salesman knew he was wrong, and he didn't bother with me anymore. Yang Yuhuan took the opportunity to pull me out of the crowd and came to a place with relatively few customers.

I recognized you a long time ago. Yang Yuhuan said, I didn't want to talk to you, but when you encounter this situation, I can't help but stand up.

Thank you. I said, you are still the same as before, there is no sand in your eyes.

Yang Yuhuan smiled bitterly and didn't make a stubble. Then we chatted a little bit about family life, and Yang Yuhuan told me that she had long since stopped working in that factory, and now she was in business on her own, and this mall had a clothing counter that she rented. As for the family, she was divorced again, and now she lives on her own, and has a daughter who is in college.

Thinking of the past, I lowered my head and said in a deep voice, I am ashamed, I know that I used the wrong ruler for you in the past.

That may not be your fault. Yang Yuhuan said.

It's not my fault, and whose fault is it?" I murmured.

Whoever it's fault, it's all over. Yang Yuhuan said.

The lights in the mall seem to be brighter than the sun, and the mirrors everywhere are full of deformed selves. I took my eyes off Yang Yuhuan's face, I deliberately looked at Yang Yuhuan in the mirror next to me, but Yang Yuhuan in the mirror happened to also look at me, the two eyes collided, and I seemed to hear a broken sound. I quickly lowered my head, feeling a pang of sadness in my heart.

When I was about to break up, I asked for Yang Yuhuan's phone number.

I had insomnia that night, and I inevitably remembered Yang Yuhuan. You know, if the past era was unfair to Yang Yuhuan, then the current era of reform and opening up should be very suitable for Yang Yuhuan.

That's when an idea came to me. I got out of bed, crept around my wife's body and tiptoed out of bed.

I went to the study and dialed Yang Yuhuan's phone number.

I would like to introduce you to a man. I said that he was in good condition in every way. Is it?," Yang Yuhuan said.

Yes. I said, if you're interested in meeting up, we can make an appointment.

Perhaps, now only you will care about me in this way. Yang Yuhuan smiled bitterly on the phone.

You're welcome. I say.

Then we set the time and place. After dropping the phone, I quietly climbed into bed again. You don't know, the man I introduced to Yang Yuhuan is actually myself, I want to test whether Yang Yuhuan will dare to hate and love like in 1974.

Of course, I'm just tempting, and whether she dares or not, I won't have anything to do with her again. Thinking of this, I laughed silently in the dark. But the laugh lines had not completely receded from my face, another thought came to my mind, and in the face of today's Yang Yuhuan, I suddenly felt that I had used the wrong ruler again. I rolled over hard, and Simmons Mattress screamed, making a sound similar to a woman's sigh.

(Youth Literature, No. 5, 2004)