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On August 23, 1966, this morning, Lao She also came to participate in the "Cultural Revolution". At noon, when he was about to go home, the driver of the car stopped working and stopped pulling him home. He didn't leave. At about three o'clock in the afternoon, a group of female Red Guards (mostly middle school students) came, all with two small brushes tied to their heads and wide belts tied around their waists.
As soon as they came, Comrade B, a Peking University student stationed in the Federation of Literary and Art Circles (at this time he seemed to have become the master of the fate of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles), beckoned everyone to the courtyard. The sun was scorching, and it was a particularly hot day. I had no choice but to walk from our "studying" hut to the courtyard. At this time, I saw that Xiao Jun had been pulled out, and the female student was holding the belt and jerking at Xiao Jun. Xiao Jun first stood upright, then was knocked to the ground.
Many of us (both from the Cultural Bureau and the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, because the two units are in the same compound) gathered around to watch. My heart tightened. I wanted to retreat, but there seemed to be some order not to let people go away. I was hesitating in a panic, when Luo Binji was also pulled over, next to Xiao Jun, and was also beaten with a belt on his head and face......
Then, an even more thrilling scene appeared: in the crowd of people standing in the compound, someone shouted "×× stand up!" So the shouted man hurriedly stood out of the crowd - to stand in the compound. Someone immediately hung a large wooden sign tied with iron wire around the neck of the person who was being pulled.
Then, shouting a person's name, one person stood up -- Zhao Dingxin, Tian Lan, Zhang Jichun, Jiang Feng, Duanmu Yuliang, Xiao Jun, Luo Binji, and some other people, there were probably twenty or thirty "capitalist roaders" and "bull ghosts and snake gods", standing in a large horizontal row from south to north, and all of them were wearing signs with their names written on them, such as "capitalist roaders", "traitors", "cow ghosts and snake gods", "reactionary authorities", and so on.
When the rebels shouted someone's name, my heart trembled; Calling another person, I trembled again—as if trembling for both the victim and my own fate. It's scary! In this large row of people, Lao She was later added - he was also shouted by his name. I was a little dumbfounded. - Oh my God! Can this old man stand it?......
In the afternoon of this day, the scorching sun was scorching, and the compound of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles was like a steamer. I was free to stand in the courtyard and find a shady place to stand. But those who were pulled out, all with their heads bowed and hanging signs, stood in the scorching sun in the courtyard, and I was stunned to think, I have a heart attack, if I am also pulled out and beaten; and then under the sun of poison; Most likely, I would have died on the spot. But fortunately, this time I was not picked, and Cao Ming was not picked either.
At about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, the people who were pulled out were all driven away in a big truck, and I heard that they had driven to Guozijian. There are a large number of costumes from various theater troupes in Beijing - python robes, jade belts, dragon and phoenix costumes. The young revolutionaries gathered these "four olds" here and set a fire to completely burn them down. I also heard that while burning the costumes, he beat these people who made and supported the "four olds" next to the fire.
I don't remember how others were beaten, but I remember that when Lao She (and other people) were pulled back to the compound of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles in a truck, he got out of the car and stood in the courtyard, and I saw a white handkerchief on his head, which was stained with blood. Seeing this scene, my heart trembled again......
At this time, it was about seven o'clock in the evening, and the Peking University student and the master of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles who entered the Federation of Literary and Art Circles still did not let everyone go, nor did he ask Lao She to leave. I don't know how long he's been there, has he eaten? Anyway, after dark, the electric lights were lit on the steps outside the building. Under the lamp, Lao She was brought out to fight - on the steps in front of the gate of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, several female students surrounded him, questioned him, and beat him twice with a belt from time to time. We were all forced to gather around the venue – at the time, I couldn't leave, I was standing next to it, my heart was on fire......
One of our writers even stood up on the spot and indignantly criticized Lao She for taking dollars. Lao She, the old man, was very stubborn, he pursed his lips, his eyes widened, and refuted the writer in a hoarse voice: "No! I haven't taken any dollars! "I stood by and watched all this, sad and scared, I couldn't say what it was like.
Anyway, I dragged my exhausted body home at 11 o'clock at night. As soon as I lay down in bed, I had a heart attack......
At that time, in order to protect Lao She, afraid that he would be damaged by the young generals, the leaders of the Revolutionary Committee took advantage of an opportunity - a junior general beat Lao She again, and when Lao She pulled the belt with his elbow, he didn't remember which leader of the Revolutionary Committee was, and immediately shouted: "Lao She is beating people!" No way! No way! Send him to the Public Security Bureau! The car sent Lao She away. He had just been rescued from the flames of the battlefield. This day and night on August 23 will be "forever recorded in history" in the minds of many comrades of the Beijing Federation of Literary and Art Circles - and will also live and die with my life!
After midnight, Lao She still didn't go home. His wife, Hu Jieqing, fidgeted like an ant on a hot pan. Many times I went outside the door, to the street outside the small alley where they lived. There was no familiar sound of a car to her. Why did this old man go to study in the "Cultural Revolution" and not see him go home by this time? She seemed to feel something wrong; But she didn't believe that anything would happen to her husband, the respected people's artist, Lao She, who had been actively participating in "sports" and "studying" since he came out of the hospital.
After a short while, Hu Jieqing ran out of the door, and hurried back to the house - she was afraid that a phone call would come and tell her about Lao She's whereabouts. Sure enough, after 1 o'clock in the middle of the night, the phone rang. It was someone from the Beijing Federation of Literary and Art Circles who called her and told her that Lao She was now in the police station at the Liubukou of West Chang'an Street, and asked Hu Jieqing to hurry up and pick him up and go home. Without saying anything else, the phone hung up.
Hu Jieqing was stunned. How could the painter have imagined that her husband would be detained in the police station? She couldn't figure out why the Federation of Literary and Art Circles didn't send a car to take him home? In the middle of the night, where did Hu Jieqing find a car to take Lao She home?
So, Sister Hu, who is in her 50s, resolutely walked alone into the lonely dark night and walked on the empty streets. She looked around, hoping to meet a means of transportation that could pull her to pick up Lao She-because not only did Lao She need transportation to go home, but she-Hu Jieqing heard that Lao She was detained in the police station, her square was messed up, her legs trembled, and she was already struggling. She wants to walk alone from the north end of Wangfujing Street to Liubukou near Xidan, isn't she afraid to walk to dawn?—— Lao She, she wants to see Lao She! The mood to see what was wrong with him was like a spark. But there was no one on the street, let alone a car. She staggered and ran to the south entrance of Wangfujing. (No, she had to walk west from here to the police station in Liubukou.) )
Coincidentally, when she walked outside the south entrance of Wangfujing, she met a tricycle, and the driver was an old man. Hu Jieqing grabbed a lifebuoy like a drowning person, she ran a few steps, called out to the coachman, grabbed the handlebar of the tricycle, and earnestly asked the tricycle driver to pull her to Liubukou to pick up a sick old man home. "It's so late, I'm going to collect the car and go home." The coachman has no intention of doing business anymore. Hu Jieqing begged the coachman: "You can do it!" My old gentleman suddenly fell ill and called the Liubukou Police Station to save him. Now we need to get him home - my family lives in the province of Uz. ”
Seeing Hu Jieqing's anxious look, the coachman was moved with compassion and asked slowly, "Is your old gentleman skeletal and boneless?" Pull two people, I'm too old to pedal! "Unsinkable, unsinkable! He's skinny like me. Okay, take us both home! You can ask for as much as you want. ”
In this way, Sister Hu came to the police station in Liubukou. Seeing Lao She's haggard and injured look, her heart was broken! The people from the police station didn't say anything and handed over Lao She to Hu Jieqing. Sister Hu helped Lao She to the gate of the police station, and the old couple didn't speak - at this moment, everyone was in a semi-comatose state, what else to say!
However, the car has become a problem again: the tricycle in Beijing is so small that it can only seat one person. Two people couldn't sit side by side. So, let Lao She sit on the main seat, and Hu Jieqing sat on the pedal where he put his feet. The coachman was panting and pedaling hard—and so long! It seems to be hundreds of miles away from Liubukou to Yuzi Mansion...... The coachman was struggling, and the old couple's hearts were bleeding......
When I finally got home, I'm afraid it's almost dawn. Lao She collapsed weakly on the bed to rest. Hu Jieqing stayed by his side. How she wanted to ask her husband what had happened to him that day. But Lao She didn't say much. Is he weak and powerless? Or is it angry? How could he have been insulted like this in his life? At this moment, his heart must be much more painful than flesh. What made him even more incomprehensible was that he, an upright writer, had committed what crime that he had been sent to the police station where thieves and criminals entered?
When dawn came, Lao She got up, didn't even eat breakfast, and said to his wife in a hoarse voice: "The Cultural Revolution - I still have to participate." I went to the unit. Seeing her husband's depressed and powerless expression, Hu Jieqing said worriedly, "Do you have to go?" Don't go, raise at home. ……” "No, I have to go!"
Lao She strode away. On weekdays, he has a sick leg and has a little difficulty moving, so he always has to hold a cane. Now, his leg seemed to be cured suddenly, and he walked away without looking back. Lao She never went home again.
In the evening of the same day, the Revolutionary Committee of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles received a phone call saying that Lao She's body had emerged in the Taiping Lake outside the Desheng Gate gap. ……
"A soldier may be killed, but not humiliated." In this way, the "Great Revolution" of the "Gang of Four" of our generation of writers, Mr. Lao She, buried his precious life that will always radiate brilliant brilliance.
Posthumously recorded in Zhuhai in April 1983
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