Zhong Zheng was sitting in the window seat at that time, and he could hear all the conversations between Cao Gan and the young prison guards on the farm clearly. Later, he watched the battery lamp in Xiao Han's hand until it completely disappeared in the darkness in the distance. He said emotionally that the iron curtain was closed, and the lights were extinguished. Zhong Zheng sat in the car, in fact, he could see farther than the people standing on the road under the car. When the light disappeared completely, Zhong Zheng's heart did twitch, he knew that if there was no light on that mountain road, in fact, he would not be able to walk at all, let alone that the young man would have to run forward. At this moment, the fugitive began to hum in a long, low voice, as if he was muttering something. Zhong Zheng immediately thought vigorously, the battery lamp must not be broken, now it is a life-saving thing! Pray for the Bodhisattva's blessing, the boy must not fall, the battery lamp really can't be broken, and he can't plant himself off the cliff. In this kind of ghost-headed knife place, human life is so cheap, so fragile that it is like a small withered leaf in late autumn! Zhong Zheng prayed that the boy would not encounter any monsters, especially wild boars or something. Zhong Zheng originally studied clinical medicine, but he only blamed himself for not completing his studies, otherwise he could have helped a little. He never believed in ghosts and gods, luck, and even didn't burn incense when he entered the temple, but now he is superstitious.
There must have been someone else in the prison cart praying equally silently.
"Sympathize with each other. Zhong Zheng said.
"People are good!" I admitted, nodding my head.
Zhong Zheng believes that most of the students in the prison car must have thought the same way at that time. As long as they are awake, most of them have been staring at the cigarette butt like a light without blinking, all of them frowning, because they are too nervous, they are sweating in their palms, and they don't dare to breathe. I'm afraid that if I disturb it a little, the lights will go out. God, it turns out that they actually have a very fragile and very kind side to this kind of goods.
When Zhong Zheng was in the detention center, he broke the jar at every turn, so that Ai was annoyed and ashamed. He had thought that he would not be able to sympathize with anyone from now on, but now he seemed to be wrong. Human nature is good at the beginning, maybe everyone's essence is not bad, sometimes it is just impulsive.
Of course, there are actually quite numb people in the prison car, and as soon as the car stops, they fall asleep, snoring, and don't care about everything, anyway, it's none of their business. "Isn't it useful to this kind of idleness?" Zhong Zheng guessed that he might be justified.
An hour later, they quickly filled the gap. Wang Gan said expressionlessly, the car can be driven over now, master, you drive slowly. The cadet, who was clearly obese, stood in the most dangerous area and pretended to be a traffic police officer to prevent the prisoner car from sliding past. He waved a tree branch in his right hand, replacing the baton of the traffic police, and blowing an iron whistle while commanding solemnly. He took off the whistle with his left hand and shouted, "Stay inside, master, please lean as far as you can to the rock." Get behind the wheel!"
The prisoner car finally drove slowly through that very dangerous section of more than 20 meters, but fortunately the wheels did not sink in. It's a hard gravel road again. The driver stopped the car and waited for the city guards to get into the car. The young prison guards and trainees at the farm had to wait until the next day to reinforce the small stretch of road. They probably won't go back tonight, and they'll stay in a place under the concave rock next to the ravine to keep out the rain. It is estimated that they had finished dinner, and someone was shouting about the iron whistle and shouting for the roll call.
Zhong Zheng whispered, "Oh, they're going to eat." ”
The driver sounded the siren again, and Zhong Zheng estimated that he probably wanted everyone in the prisoner car to raise their spirits. The guy who was sleeping soundly was taken aback, maybe he was dreaming, and he showed that he wanted to run. It is estimated that the wrist is on the handcuffed iron chair, which is connected to the prisoner car, but the feet are not moving, and the body is stiff. He woke up like that, and a line of saliva flowed down his chest, as if he had wet his chest and clothes. The student sitting next to him laughed loudly. At the beginning, the people sitting in the front row didn't understand the reason why everyone suddenly laughed happily, and when they saw others laughing, they were stupid to laugh with their classmates. Arrogant and domineering sirens, the voice distorted in the night wind and became hoarse. Like a young beast hissing, it also cried, and immediately filled the ear piercings of everyone in the car, and kept beating the ear drums repeatedly. Buzzingly. Their necks were stiff, their bones turned to pig iron, and their cheeks were cold. Thundered. Horn horn horn. Da-da-da-da. Bang bang. Squeak squeak. Quack, quack, quack. Puff puff. Coo-coo. Boom. If the people in the prison car suddenly can't hear it, they will feel an inexplicable emptiness. It is because of this oppression, emptiness and loneliness that they feel extremely lost. Therefore, it will bring a long period of fear, so that Zhong Zheng and they can no longer breathe. After a lot of hardship, the destination has finally arrived. There is a small street. Everyone's vision suddenly felt broadened, and those places near and far lit up a white, golden, orange-red, like a beating bean, like a paper lantern.
In the field department, the office building is actually a small white brick building. It's not as grand as it seems. There was a large playground in front of the steps, and the searchlights shone as if it were daytime. As soon as the exhausted prisoner car stopped, two sturdy young men who looked like cadets immediately ran over. Carrying a stretcher, they climbed into the car first to get the seriously wounded fugitive down Cloak Hill. He didn't keep screaming in pain like before, and everyone forgot about his existence for a moment. It is also unknown whether the fugitive was asleep, in a state of shock, or if he was already dead. Zhong Zheng suddenly remembered that he had not heard his voice since the prisoner cart drove into the black rumbling forest.
The men carried stretchers and ran slowly towards a grove of trees. At this time, a group of uniformed prison guards surrounded the city, shook hands with the prison guards and gave a military salute. One of them said to him, "You have to work hard for another hour and a half to get to the dragon's mouth." The two are Captain Zhou and Instructor Hao of the Second Brigade. I should have known it earlier. He said that he knew and recognized that he had dealt with him many times. Instructor Hao said, "We have prepared the meal early, and you just have to wait for the hot meal to arrive home." Three dishes and one soup!" "Yes. ”
Instructor Hao smiled: "Lao Cao, you also came by chance, a pig died yesterday." Your luck is really good, then get in the car and go on the same road, my old arms and legs, wait for Captain Zhou and a few of their young people to ride a three-wheeled motorcycle to lead the way in front. Instructor Hao climbed into Zhong Zheng's modified prisoner car, but at that time, the new students of Zhou, Wu, Zheng and Wang sat in the car and did not know his identity. The prisoner cart immediately went to Longkou.
In late spring of the following year, the weather was hot and windy. In the afternoon, the wind was too strong, and the eaves were prickly and shivering. At that time, there happened to be a few people standing underneath, and more than a dozen tiles fell directly from the cold, almost not hurting anyone. Each gray tile broke into seven or eight petals on the concrete floor, blooming all over the ground, and the people standing at the foot of the nearby eaves were scared out of sweat. I heard Zhong Zheng say that Gu Hongbing, the deputy of the brigade, happened to be present, and everyone was stunned. As a result, many people wonder if they will call someone to do it, which is equivalent to revenge for murder. It is very likely that the cadres will think the same way, and they are not willing to startle the snake, or they are afraid of losing face even more. There is no evidence, so you can only pretend that there is no such thing. This incident also reminded the brigade leader that the trusses and rafters were too old, and in some places they were definitely rotting early. Therefore, the carpentry workshop was immediately arranged, and a batch of new rafters and trusses were processed for overhaul. I chose some people to go up to the house to pick up the tiles, especially the auditorium outside the second gate, I remember, there seemed to be as many as seven places where there were rain leaks. When I was still living in the small dark room behind the radio room, I used to stand by the gate of the gutter behind the auditorium and pee, and there were still long gray and black water stains on the left hand wall of the place. It was raining heavily, and after a while, the rain was running down the walls. The water in the small beach is bright and shining.
As a result, there are more leaking places in the courtyard, including classrooms, meeting rooms and toilets, especially toilets, which almost can't hide from the rain. The squadron office is slightly better.
I even heard that Ms. Han Jingting was suffering from tuberculosis and kept coughing and vomiting blood. I went into the gate to visit him, but he was a little upset. It's also my fault, I shouldn't have said this kind of thing directly, he's afraid it's taboo. I'm even more worried about the wind and rain in the city, if you want to say that the old slippery head who has accompanied the execution ground five times is afraid of death, I really don't believe it. I remembered a home remedy, which I had spent winter vacation at my grandfather's house many years ago, and I heard my grandfather talk about it himself, and he used it for others. My grandfather was not a barefoot doctor in the town, and he had to be responsible for treating people. My grandfather said that although it can't be cured, it can be relieved and make the breath more comfortable. It doesn't matter whether Teacher Han Jingting is happy or not, blames me or not, or asks Liu Nanzheng for a blank piece of paper, he writes it on the paper and hands it to him. I mean, the cough is not so bad, and when you are old, it is better to vomit less blood. He had many age spots on the bridge of his nose and cheekbones, and his cheeks were gray. The corners of Han Jingting's mouth were stiff, it was one thing to say that he had a cold, which one didn't cough when he coughed? His expression was still lukewarm to anyone, and I pretended not to see it.
That home remedy is not harmful to people, even if it can't cure the disease, it will definitely not kill people. In fact, it is to use wild sweet potato vine and white and stewed carp for a long time. Sweet potato vine is bitter, sweet and flat, which can clear away heat and dampness, strengthen the spleen and replenish the middle. Both of these things are everywhere and are easy to dig up on the slopes of the hill near the brigade. Liu Nanzheng and I persuaded Han Jingting that there was no harm in eating it anyway. During this time, Mr. Han coughed violently again, and his chest rose and fell heavily, but this time I bent down to see with my own eyes that there was no bleeding.
I thought he was a little convinced, so he took his leave and walked out of the department. I turned my head and saw them squatting and standing, picking tiles on the roof for rafters, and the flower stands and long aisles were littered with wolves, as if they had been caught in fire. It was very lively, and a classmate named Luo Fei even sat on the roof and sang loudly. Yang Sheng and Zhang Hui stood on the stairs and raised their hands to hand the tiles...... Several new batches of students came to the courtyard. I'm afraid that if I don't meet it, I will be stoned to death by throwing tiles, and I don't dare to chat and affect everyone's high-altitude work, for fear of being distracted. I went straight out of the gate, climbed the slope and turned on my right hand, and returned to the brigade warehouse. Sitting at the three-draw table and thinking about Ding Ke Harmony, the relationship between the two of us is delicate now. He's hiding something from me!
"You won't get lost, friend. I said.
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