I don’t know if God or the devil is playing such a big joke with us, the total number of cattle and snakes hosted by the Academy of Fine Arts plus the Artists Association, “Big Dipper” or “Earth Fury”, add up to exactly one hundred single eight of the good men of the Water Margin in the Liang Shan Mountains. This is documented, you can’t help but believe.
From the secretary of the party committee, deputy secretary, party committee members, to professors, associate professors, lecturers, and imaginary people, plus one or two embezzlers, have become cattle, ghosts and snakes. The long hutong of the Department of Printmaking of the Academy of Fine Arts was blocked at both ends and fitted with wooden gates, a born prison one.
“Hold on, old man!”
Mr. Bitter Zen when a good man, plus the bottom of the practice, what insult can not overwhelm him, what burden he can also pick up. 70-year-old man, a hand raised, hundreds of pounds of a railway car of garbage dumped into the garbage pit at once. It was as if nothing had happened.
But Mr. Dye can not. He had never experienced so much turmoil, so vicious persecution. A large Family waiting for him to take care of, he is indeed a “bookish” person, and did not provoke anyone. Like Mr. Bitter Zen and I love to write and say some witty things. Mr. Kechen never, but also can not escape this “fate”.
I have a student, he looks like a grain of stinky peanuts, pants never wear bad, hanging on the two thin legs like wetting the old ding zero jangling, but extremely vicious and brutal, not moving to use the belt to whip us. We were smacked on our bodies, but we laughed in our hearts: “Such a cheap bastard, in normal days, one hand can hang him in the tree!”
It was this kind of Zhongshan wolves that made Mr. Kechen, who had not experienced fear and fraud, lose his soul. He had been suffering from High blood pressure for many years. When he was ordered to stand up and say something, even his arms and mouth were trembling, not to mention the words he was asked to say.
My heart went out to him and I called out to him, “Hang in there, old man! Fear is the same, must not fall down!” But out of my mouth, I didn’t dare to say anything. I also have a wife and children waiting for me at Home!
In the cowshed, every day one person took turns to go to the big kitchen to cook for everyone. The cows and snakes were not allowed to eat good Food, but the rice and buns were the same. The steamed buns were two taels each, and those who ate three taels were given one and a half. That half steamed bun by the man on duty will be a two-two steamed bun broken into two halves. This is something that Li Keran has not been able to do, his shaky hands always break a steamed bun into a large and small, and the difference is huge, which of course was scolded again. For the first Time in my Life, I heard a student scold him to such a high level: “You can’t even say a word in human language, even a stupid donkey can break a steamed bun better than you! You’re a loser!”
Two or three days later, on the occasion of work attendance, Mr. Kechen asked me if I could use a broken saw blade to make him a knife for cutting steamed buns, because he knew that I had the opportunity to participate in a job of repairing broken washbasins and broken foreign iron pots. The workers at the college were very close to me.
I agreed to do so. That afternoon, Mr. Kechen had a small knife with a beautiful bamboo handle made of a saw blade in his hand. Many years later, he laughed and talked about it with me, but I was sad to hear it.
Mr. Wu Zuoren’s wallet still has a “ear scoop” that I made for him back then, and it is already pale yellow and old, which is a souvenir of our “classmates” back then.
At the end of the “Cultural Revolution“, Li Keran and Xu Xingzhi were designated as honorable families and went to rural Hubei forever to settle down and take root. The old painters, with their faces impassive and carrying a revolutionary-smelling bag over their shoulders, stood in a line and raised their right hands in front of the plaster statue of the great leader Chairman Mao, swearing to the effect that they would never return to Beijing and how to ……
Parting emotions at that time is equal to dust. The life and death is still so, parting what is a thing? Self-Destiny showdown is imminent, and who can judge the better and worse end?
“I was so angry and I cried so much”
“I was also uncomfortable during the Cultural Revolution. Every day, I walked about three miles from Can’er Hutong by the train station to school. I greedily enjoyed this free walk early in the morning. It was already autumn, the sky was so blue, and the sidewalk of Chang’an Street was full of fallen leaves under the tall poplar trees, golden and crispy, with the sound of falling leaves step by step. When I came to the entrance of the college, I took out the horse manure paper sign made of “cow ghosts and snake gods” from my bag and hung it around my neck, with my head down, I walked into the cowshed.
“At the end of the Cultural Revolution, the entire staff of the Academy was sent to work on the military farms in Magian County, Hebei Province, and given to the PLA for training and management, and the printmaking department was one of the classes, under the control of the company commander and platoon leader. The three years of labor under that shallow and childish management left nothing but humorous after-effects.
After we got up at dawn and ate breakfast, we picked up farming tools and lined up to walk south to our destination, and then lined up to walk back at dusk carrying what we had to carry. Wheat, rice, tomatoes, radishes, cabbage, onions, the management of seeds and harvest, round trip every day 32 miles. The old ones are Liu Kaiqu, Li Hua, Li Bitchen, Wang Manshuo, Hu Barbarian, Permanent Man …… are rolled up in the queue singing along: we walk on the road, vigorous and fighting spirit …… are more than 70, high one foot low one foot hobbling, stretching the neck with heart to match the pace. Looking at the potholes of the road, this kind of mournful Education, really solve the Cheng Tuo’s problem.
In the spare time of farming, I often together with Yang Xianjian, exchange some interesting news about the “company” leaders or other classes. His favorite people are also my favorite people, such as the Institute group of Zhu Dan, Wu Jia Feng, Wang Shucun and sculpture department group of Qian Shaowu, in the seam of life and labor, we find opportunities to get together, exchange, share the home sent candy snacks and good tea, ridicule ridicule a certain someone in the class is not something.
One day, I heard that Qian Shaowu was aggrieved in the class, I and first let then to his class to visit, I still do not understand where we two to this bold and actually have this free. See Qian Shaowu from afar, they called him out, three people came to three or two miles away from the harvest of crops on the clearing, and then three people to the sky hailed with the company director, with the platoon leader’s mother to do close friends.
To the last year of the three years, the management is loose, those leaders of the troops first lost the freshness, but also out a little beyond the conventional bold things, but still barely survived the time. First let and I also bold, actually climbed to the house from time to time on the flat roof singing. So he sang so many so good songs! In my mind at once from the enthusiast to raise him to a professional level, he expressed the folk songs of northern Shaanxi so delicate, so transparent, is I never expected.
I remember the “Cultural Revolution” when the two factions of the Academy of Arts and Sciences fought each other, someone found a large and old eight-bearded old man’s photo, insisting that it was Yang Xianjian expatriate father in Korea, angry Yang Xianjian died, but also laughed at me to death.
The company sent me and the first let to pull the radish, about a day’s round trip, back on the road, looking around at no one, I said, tell you a big thing, you have to keep it a secret! He said yes.
I said: this thing the whole country and the world know, if you say it now first, we both play the end! He stopped laughing, he said what big deal is so serious?
“You swear to promise, I’ll tell you, or else, just pretend I didn’t mention it.” He was curious: I promise, you tell me! So I told him that Lin Biao’s whole family defected and fell to their deaths in Wendur Khan, Mongolia! He threw down the car, leaning against the roadside green poplar tree, eyes on the sky, three or two minutes before saying, you said nothing, I did not listen to anything. On the way he never spoke again, turned in, back to the dormitory, he also did not speak.
This incident, how could I know it first? The day before yesterday a letter came from home in Beijing, reading, “Alin wants to go chicken, the whole family gua straight!” I didn’t understand what it meant at all. Who is Ah Lin? “I know what it means, and I know what it means, too. The two sentences written in Cantonese, the A Lin go chicken and I have what to do? I can’t say that there are no friends surnamed Lin, but I really can’t think of anyone among my acquaintances. After two or three days of wondering, it happened that Li Keran’s youngest son Li Geng came to visit his family and told me secretly the whole process of Lin Biao’s defection, and that the so-called Ah Lin turned out to be Lin Biao.
“So many years after the Cultural Revolution, you can’t help but say that the Cultural Revolution is a very interesting drama. Unfortunately, the ticket price is too expensive, that is how much time, life, blood, tears ……
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