I felt as if I had touched the lava in the other party's veins.
Perhaps, I would like to stay here longer and write down their thoughts and activities. I can't stay a day other than doing this. The environment on Mafang Street, including the eerie atmosphere, the smell of garbage and corpses on that street, was suffocating. Even if it was just a minute longer, I just wanted to vomit. My biggest fear is not living alone.
"Actually, I am most afraid of going around in circles on the big playground. ”
Maybe it's impossible to get out in this life. Not even a single grass grows, but it is really a maze of primeval forests. We are locked up in the courtyard, and these people are attached to some kind of demonic nature on their bodies, just like the ghosts that everyone often says hit the wall. The people who used to be in the second gate post are even more incredible, mainly the stinky shit of the former regime, the old staff, the old officers, the bandits, the spies, the Huidaomen and the prostitutes of the past. I heard others say that the old woman with scarred eyes was the first movie star in old Shanghai, and she regained her identity and obeyed the orders of Mao Renfeng. I've heard that some people in Mafang Street may have participated in the Communist-led guerrillas in the northern pang.
Perhaps it is their own boasting, but I am more convinced that the vast majority of those locked up within the walls are enemies of the republic. Wang Peng nodded in agreement, he said that anyone would be crazy enough to lock up their siblings, comrades-in-arms, unless they have different aspirations and disagree.
He said, "Like the old ghost in the library. ”
"Do you believe that the kid you saw snatching glass marbles on Mafang Street has a political background? His father also came from the rain of bullets. ”
"The result of transformation is to make people like this. ”
Another day, I took off my shoes and sat down on the little iron bed of Dink. Wang Peng stretched out half of his head from the top bunk, showing half of his face, and the two of us started a new round of quarrels. He looked like an Angry Bird every time. Of course, Wang Peng did regret it in front of me, and he sincerely apologized. I heard Guo Wang say that Wang Peng planned to run away and go to Zheng Lasheng for advice, which was also when he was most depressed.
Guo Wang said: "He dismissed his thoughts without taking action. ”
Everyone believes that Wang Peng has a thief's heart but not a thief's guts, and he is bluffing at best. After surviving the initial panic, he decided that he had more reason than anyone else to stay in the courtyard. He would go to the library every day to find a newspaper to read.
He said, "If I don't look one day, I'll be blind and deaf." He went to the conference room every night to watch "News Network" and praised Xue Fei and Du Xian.
We did read from the newspapers that in the Beipan River valley, on the plateau of the Wumeng Mountains, there was indeed a complex armed force that was routed by the bandit suppression forces in June 1951, and about 3,000 people were detained, and many more wore hats to work and live. There are five people left on our farm now. What is the concept of the ratio of tens of thousands of people to five? Wang Peng pondered for a long time and was reluctant to answer.
Time passed, the smoke of war dissipated, and a long time passed, and wait, wait, wait, and the rest of the people all disappeared.
Dust to dust, their figures finally settled in the afterglow of the setting sun. It's a pity that people can only live for a short period of more than ten years, and how I get out of the second gate post is how to get out.
"During this time, and I'm going to live a very healthy life. ”
Classmates ridiculed Wang Peng: "One day I will rehabilitate you." ”
In fact, there are many people in our courtyard, as if they no longer knew him overnight. Wang Peng is not pretending, I already knew that he was indeed a madman. Zhong Zheng's tone was ill-intentioned and said: "We are crazy people who produce and sell their own courtyards. "I do have a strange feeling about them, and they are really very different from anyone in the courtyard. I have never been particularly happy outside the Ermen Gang, and I was carried away, but I was not overly sad. There is absolutely no way I can feel that the end of the world is coming. To tell you the truth, my personality is just like that, easy-going, generous, optimistic, humble, ordinary, and I don't think they go to extremes at every turn. I always naively held on to hope and used the courtyard as a kindergarten.
For me, the labor camp is just a tumultuous station on the journey of life. I even knew that it wouldn't be long before I was going to get on the next train, the driver honked, and I was going to an unknown distance. Let's hope everyone doesn't linger at the station for too long, even though the script we hold in our hands is fundamentally different.
At this time, I happened to realize that Wang Peng or Zhong Zheng were actually different from most of the students in the courtyard. Including Xie Zhengxiong, Shi Wei, Yang Ou, and Tian Minghe. "They don't go to any green trains at this little station. Wang Peng and Zhong Zheng hope that the beautiful Kuaike will not be able to stand in the future, and the fact cannot be stopped in the gallop.
"They don't like other cars. Qu Hua said.
"Zhong Zheng and Wang Peng are like this. I muttered.
In Wang Peng's eyes, writers may be synonymous with soft eggs, but Zhong Zheng's views are actually different. Ding Ke Harmonic has the clearest understanding of me, he said that I may be the worst among the good people, and I am the best among the bad people. In the courtyard, I was like a different, rusty, and strange machine, which was not very eye-catching in the public and in the corners. Living in that group of people who don't know a basket of small insects, I have to write more than a dozen pages and tens of thousands of words every day. The little black house is like a bandit's den.
"The paper you've written is almost half a foot thick. Dinkharmonic said.
"No one was going to read it. I smiled wryly.
曲华说：“桦哥是白鹿养在了猪圈。 ”
“你才是猪！”钟征骂一句。
I know that Mr. Xia Zi, including the library, is not going to read either.
"He lacks a good mood. I said bitterly.
Luo Gan had a different opinion: "Why are you locked up in this case? Bai Hua, you shouldn't belong to the people in this circle." "At the same time, I am a little expecting that the madman Wang Peng will become my only reader of the courtyard. He has pursuits.
In fact, everyone understands that his pursuit is unrealistic. ”
Chapter IV
It all started at the end of February of the new calendar year in 1985, when the Longkou Labor Camp was about to open. I have put an end to the aqueduct construction site for the time being, and I have to take it back to my teaching work. Although there were still two days to go before leaving school, Captain Zhou received a phone call from the leaders of the labor camp informing him that he was afraid that the higher-level leaders would come to inspect and guide the running of the school and conduct research on the specific situation. Which superior will come, the person from the administrative office on the phone didn't say. All the teachers returned to the teaching and research department, and I usually felt very lonely next door to the radio room, but now it suddenly became lively, and I even felt a little uncomfortable for a while. The teachers are actually quieter than me and the big shifter, and it's a feeling to be noisy and yelling. Everyone bent over and hooked their heads as usual, including walking, and the whole body was light and fluttering. Director Zhou suddenly came for a while, and hurriedly left to go to the brigade headquarters above. His lips were pursed tightly, and he wore a uniform, as if the thin old man had mastered all the secrets of the labor camp. Director Zhou was reluctant to reveal even half of the superfluous words. The three class teachers also seized the time to work with our teachers, but in fact, it was pure nonsense. The students had all been brought back from the construction site, and I didn't feel the need to inform those who had nothing to do with the start of the school year. Han Jingting said that there are many people.
"Affecting the normal repair of the canal, that's the big deal. ”
Classes are held on March 1 step by step, and the whole society is the same. The head teacher said that there was something wrong with bringing the classmates back, and as far as I know, he didn't sign to take the people out at all. They hurriedly opened the doors of each classroom and sent their classmates to clean up. More students took the time to wash and scrub to welcome the new semester. In fact, the water has not yet been connected, and it is not enough to eat all the time by transporting water by tractor, and it is impossible for everyone to waste it. If it doesn't rain heavily, they can't wash their clothes and the mud on their bodies, and half of them only have one piece of clothing, no matter how dirty they are. If he can't find pants and clothes to change, he will have to find a stand-in. Of course, this kind of thing is not something that our teachers can control, and the head teacher is probably not qualified enough. In Han Jingting's words, he must not let his superiors see that the classroom is full of people screaming flowers. He didn't say Hanako, as if he wasn't used to it.
Zhou Yuanzhang said at the early roll call that it is necessary for the leaders and guests to see at a glance the overall mental outlook of the teachers and students of our re-education through labor school, and that the teaching work is impressive, and it is not allowed to disgrace the Mabuhe re-education through labor camp. Xiao Lianggan held a stack of new textbooks in his hand and prepared to take them into the courtyard. He couldn't help but raise an arm and pick at the millet pimples on his face with his fingernails.
"You're not afraid of scars?" Shi Xueping asked.
Half of his sharp buttocks rested diagonally on the edge of the three-drawer table in front of Teacher Gu Meihua, and speaking loudly was equivalent to complaining. Liang Bing repeatedly stressed that he would rather take the students to work on the construction site, and that it would be a crime to let him sit in the classroom and doze off for hours on end. It sounded as if he had been locked up and lost his freedom. And Liang Gan said this very seriously, and as soon as he entered the gate, he blushed with a blue face, like someone who sent him money. I sensed that he was clearly contrary to the excitement on the captain's face, and deliberately sang the opposite scene. Therefore, no teacher in the department dared to answer casually. At the same time, I also know that Xiao Lianggan has always had clear grievances, and he didn't deliberately target innocent teachers at all. At the end of the day, we're afraid of finding ourselves bored. I'm wondering if I'll have another grand opening ceremony like in the summer. I remembered the colorful slogans plastered all over the walls of the courtyard, but Director Zhou made no other arrangements. I discussed it with four teachers, but it was actually a guess. Gu Meihua was probably sick during the holidays, and her energy was still a little lacking until now. As Xiaoliang's head teacher, he naturally couldn't answer such a major question as the opening ceremony, and Han Jingting said flatteringly that he was ready to write. He said that he would do it when he had an order, and his tone seemed to be ready to go, and he was about to go to the battlefield immediately.
I answered, but the couplets posted during the Spring Festival did not change color at all, and they can still be used. These words are more or less taboo in the courtyard, and I am not as sensitive as the teachers.
Liang Gan grumbled and yawned, it seemed that he really didn't have a good rest. If it weren't for him, Han Jingting would have changed his tone and lowered his voice and said to everyone, people who know Liang Gan don't think, don't know, they will mistakenly think that he used to smoke a lot. When Liang Gan finished complaining and was about to leave, he let out a dumb fart, and we judged that the dish eaten by the cadre's young man must be fried meat with onions. Gu Meihua picked up a notebook and gently stirred it in front of his nose.
"I have a cold and my nose is not breathing. Liu Nanzheng said.
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