Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is early May 1966.

This morning, Cen Xinrui walked into the classroom of his class after breakfast as usual to review his homework. Although he was the best student in his class, he still didn't dare to take the high school entrance examination lightly.

There are already early starters in the classroom. As soon as he looked at the thin back, Cen Xinrui knew that she was Wen Lijuan, the daughter of Tan Zhujun, the head teacher and math teacher of her class. To say, this Wen Lijuan is self-motivated and has a good temper, but Cen Xinrui doesn't want to have a little more contact with her. The reason for this lies in her mother, although Cen Xinrui knows that she is her and her mother is her mother.

Cen Xinrui came to his seat and opened the physics workbook. Just as he was writing the first exercise on scratch paper, the school horn sounded, and first habitually played a song of Shanmei, the protagonist of the opera "Red Coral", and then a loud voice came out—

The Central Committee decided to revoke the "Outline of the Report of the Five-member Group of the Cultural Revolution on the Current Academic Discussions" approved on February 12, 1966, abolish the original "Five-member Group of the Cultural Revolution" and its administrative organs, and re-establish the Cultural Revolution Group under the *****. The outline of the report of the so-called "five-member group" is fundamentally erroneous, runs counter to the line of socialist cultural revolution put forward by the Central Committee and Comrade Mao Zedong, and violates the guiding principles of the 10th Plenary Session of the Eighth CPC Central Committee in 1962 on the issue of classes and class struggle in socialist society. This outline defied the Cultural Revolution led and launched by Comrade Mao Zedong himself, and to Comrade Mao Zedong's instructions on criticizing Wu Han at the Central Work Conference (i.e., at a ***** meeting of the Central Committee attended by responsible comrades of various Central Bureaus) from September to October 1965.

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The words were written in a righteous and strict manner, the broadcaster recited impassionedly, and in that commanding and unstoppable aura, the campus of more than 2,000 people was silent, and all the teachers and students heard only the sound of the radio and their own heartbeat echoing between classrooms, playgrounds, and dormitories.

Sporting again?

Hearing the sound of the radio resounding across the campus, Cen Xinrui's mind immediately swept through this consciousness, and the pen in his hand involuntarily stopped writing. At that moment, he became worried, not only because his normal learning was likely to be disrupted or even interrupted, but also because his father's situation and his own future were difficult to predict and grasp. From an early age, he knew that due to his family background and overseas connections, his father would not be able to escape the impact of the movement, and this made his political situation significantly worse than that of his classmates who were born in workers and poor middle peasant families. For example, although his academic performance has always been in the top three in the class and his popularity is good, he can't be a "three-good student", even if his classmates choose him, he will eventually be crossed off the list by Teacher Tan Zhujun; as for joining the Communist Youth League, don't even think about it. Neither the teacher nor the classmates have ever talked to him about related matters, while at the same time, some students are often encouraged to write applications and be invited to participate in various activities organized by the class league branch, even if their performance in all aspects is not better than his.

To say that to be politically marginalized, as a teenager who is about to turn sixteen, has no ideas at all, that is impossible. But Cen Xinrui knows that this is fate, and he can only bear it silently. Fortunately, he is not the only one in this situation, but also Shao Yishan, Que Rendong, and Ma Ping, who live in Yahou Street. And he also has his own strengths, which is learning. Every midterm and final, he can always be at the top of the exams in various subjects, but he is very unpleasant to see that Mr. Tan Zhujun wants to find some faults, and he can't deduct any paper scores. The excellent academic performance soothed his wounded soul a lot. Every time he sees the three words "Cen Xinrui" at the top of the ranking list, his heart is always full of happiness and pride.

"Cen Xinrui - oh, Wen Lijuan is also here, you don't need to review your homework, the school notified all teachers and students to go to the auditorium to listen to the working group convey the instructions of the superiors, and the teacher asked us to gather downstairs quickly. The radio rang for more than half an hour, and finally ended, and after a period of silence, Lin Shaoping, the class leader, hurriedly walked to the door of the classroom and shouted at him.

"It's coming. Cen Xinrui agreed, stuffed the exercise book and exercise book into his schoolbag, but when he put it in, he couldn't help but glance at the exercise that had just started.

When I went downstairs, I found that the team in the class had left early. When he and Wen Lijuan arrived at the auditorium, it was already crowded with people. It took him a while to find his class, and of course, this attracted Tan Zhujun's dissatisfied eyes. Maybe she saw that her daughter had just come, and she endured it without having a seizure. Cen Xinrui raised his eyes, and on the rostrum, the principal and deputy leaders of the Siqing Working Group and the school leaders were all sitting in a precarious position, so serious that they could not see the importance of the content of the meeting at a glance. Fortunately, there were not many meeting procedures, mainly the speech of the leader of the working group, and the center of the speech was that the teachers and students of the whole school should respond to the call of the central government to actively participate in the "cultural revolution" and carry out the activity of "breaking the four old and establishing the four new". After the speech of the leader of the working group, Secretary Xia of the school's temporary party branch announced the arrangement of the activity, and Cen Xinrui's third grade and second grade of high school were sent to Yahou Street in the county town, on the grounds that there are contiguous ancient buildings of the Ming and Qing dynasties, which is the place where the "four olds" are preserved the most.

Hearing Secretary Xia's announcement on the stage, Cen Xinrui in the audience felt a little puzzled: Isn't Yahou Street just a residential area, and what are the old ideas, old cultures, old customs, and old habits that are very different from those of other places, and which need so many students from No. 1 Middle School to break the law in a big way? Besides, the ideology, culture, customs, and habits are either installed in people's heads or embodied in their behavior, so how can they break the law? However, if he doesn't understand it, he won't say anything to anyone. Although he had not personally experienced political movements, he still remembered his father's admonition: Speak less, especially about politics, and know that nine times out of ten those who were branded as rightists in 1957 were because they liked to talk, especially when they said things that were out of place.

The next morning, the students took action under the leadership of the party member teacher. They pulled up banners with the words "Break the Four Olds and Establish the Four New" and "Resolutely Carry Out the Cultural Revolution to the End," held up the slogans and small flags issued by the grades, and rode several large trucks rented by the school from the Qingjiang Machine Tool Factory to Lichuan County, which was more than 30 miles away. It's just that when they walked to the entrance of this block, they involuntarily slowed down, and some people even stopped: the ancient archway standing majestically in front of them, the vigorous and verdant trees on the edge of the archway, the blue brick compound standing in the laneway behind the archway, and the glossy granite pavement that was trampled by pedestrians, were presented in front of them, and they were so simple and quiet, solemn and solemn, as if to tell people that it was easy not to be desecrated, let alone violated.

There were more and more people at the entrance of the laneway, but no one squeaked. Due to the abrupt cessation of the hustle and bustle, the scene was quiet. Looking at the tall torii and the neat alleyway behind it, the students didn't know what to do for a while.

"Let's go, what are you doing here?" Just then, a hoarse and thick roar burst out of the ranks. Those who are familiar with this voice know that the roarer is Qu Jinbai, a middle school student who lives in Yahou Street.

Listening to the roars, the students suddenly woke up: Aren't they now on the battlefield of the Cultural Revolution? Aren't they facing the location of the Four Olds that are bound to be destroyed? Since the mission is on our shoulders and the heavy responsibility is on our shoulders, what is there to hesitate about? Is it because this street seems to have some scruples and stop moving forward? Therefore, inspired by Qu Jinbai's roar, they let out a burst of shouts. In the shouting, the whole team flooded towards the Pingchang in front of the neighborhood committee, that is, the center of Yahou Street.

The calm of Yahou Street was suddenly shattered. In the face of the sudden arrival of the brigade of students, especially listening to their slogans, the unprepared residents were greatly puzzled and full of doubts. But their cautious wait-and-see and hesitation did not affect the young generals who came here to launch the cultural revolution. I saw a few students involuntarily move a table of eight immortals from a resident's home, put it in the courtyard in front of the neighborhood committee, and then helped a middle-aged teacher to stand up.

What is he trying to promote? Looking at the dark green tin horn in the middle-aged teacher's hand, the residents of Yahou Street gathered around after watching for a while.

Sure enough, the energetic middle-aged teacher preached loudly to the audience-

"Comrades, fathers and fellow villagers: We are the revolutionary teachers and students of Lichuan No. 1 Middle School, in response to the call of the Party Central Committee and the extensive and in-depth development of the Cultural Revolution, and went to Yahou Street to break the four old and establish the four new.

What are the four olds and what are the four new? The four olds are old ideas, old cultures, old customs, and old habits, and the four new are new ideas, new cultures, new customs, and new habits. We are here to break four old ones and erect four new ones.

The four olds are everywhere, and the four news must be erected everywhere, so why do we have to come to Yahou Street alone? Because this is the base camp of the four olds. Folks, look at what you live in, use, even say and think, which place has no traces of the old, no more than other places? Not to mention anything else, the name of Yahou Street alone is old, so old that it can't be more old. Who built Yahou Street, it belongs to the working people, to whom it belongs, and to the working people. For whom it should exist, it should exist for the revolution. Therefore, it should be called People's Street and Revolution Street. But now, just because it is behind the old yamen, it is called Yahou Street, and it has been called for hundreds of years, isn't this ridiculous? It is really tolerable, which is unbearable! It is precisely for this reason that from today onwards, we will turn this history upside down again. We can no longer call it Yahou Street, but call it Renmin Street. Our four old and four new ones start here. ”

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Listening to the middle-aged teacher's impassioned speech, the residents of Yahou Street were either puzzled or puzzled: Isn't it just the name of a street, and how can there be so much exquisiteness? Could it be that the old ones are bad, bad, and even reactionary, and they must be destroyed? If that is the case, can the houses and lanes of Yahou Street still remain? In Lichuan City, the Confucian Temple, the city wall, the Yuxian Tower on the city wall, and the Shuiyue Forest not far from the Yuxian Tower, don't they all have to be demolished and silted up? Could it be that the Cultural Revolution did these things?

But the residents did not expect that there were things that they could not understand and accept. As soon as the middle-aged teacher's simple speech ended, the students who were burned with passion immediately took action. They first shouted impassioned slogans, and then began the actual smashing operation. Everywhere it went, everything that was a little older was destroyed, from plaques to door couplets, from books to utensils, it can be said that all of them were spared, and even the stone horse in front of the house and the carvings on the door were smashed if they could be smashed, and those that could not be smashed had to be splashed with ink. Even the former residence of Jiang Lixiong, the founder of the Xinhai Revolution, who was listed as a key cultural relics protection unit by the Provincial People's Committee, ignored the dissuasion of the staff, broke in to vent, and smashed a lot of glass windows.

This is really unseen and unheard of! In the face of these young people who have not yet escaped their childishness and are imposing, the residents are greatly flustered and frightened, and the bold ones are very disgusted and dissatisfied. Qiao Daxing, especially from the Housing Management Committee, was not only shocked, but also heartbroken: What kind of place is Yahou Street? This is the place where he has been doing repair work since he graduated from architecture school, and it is a place where his knowledge and ability can play a role. Over the years, I have not only realized its value, but also sprinkled a lot of sweat on it. Not only that, but he also lived here, married and had children. To be honest, he couldn't figure out why these students were doing this, let alone what these hairy young men relied on to do so. From the moment these guys started to mess around, he wanted to oppose and block it, but when he saw that the cadres of the neighborhood committee, the town, and even the county who rushed to hear the news stood there in a daze, not only did not make a move, but on the contrary, they were very cowardly, so he hesitated, and could only endure the unhappiness in his heart, and watched these almost crazy young people blowing around like a whirlwind. It's just that when the latter rushed in and out of the courtyards and houses of many residents, tearing and beating their beloved ancient books and cherished magnets at will, they still couldn't help it. He rushed forward, arguing and reasoning with the students along with the residents whose homes had been raided, completely oblivious to the serious consequences of doing so.

But Qiao Daxing didn't expect that the forest was big and there were all kinds of birds. Just when most of the residents were disgusted and annoyed by the students' behavior, Zhou Bajin, Qin Deli and Wei Wuliu, who rushed to hear the news, showed a different attitude. They first gloated at the excitement, and then boldly stepped forward to talk—

"I said, students, although you have worked hard, you have not completely done the right thing. ”

"What do you say, not in the right place?" the students were puzzled and even dissatisfied.

"Yes, if you do it right, why don't you go to the place with the most 'four olds'?"

"Where is the place with the most 'four olds'?" Hearing Zhou Bajin say this, the hot-headed student immediately asked.

"Where else, isn't it Li Xiaobai, who was dismissed from public office, and the capitalist surnamed Shang of the Federation of Industry and Commerce?" Zhou Bajin had a look of "you don't know this" on his face.

"Yes, one of them has a lot of imperialist foreign goods, and the other has a lot of old feudal antiques, both of which should be destroyed. Qin Deli and Wei Wuliu echoed on the side.

"Where do they live?" the students asked anxiously.

"I know, I'll take you. As soon as Zhou Bajin saw that the students wanted to act, he immediately volunteered, "Everyone is responsible for breaking the four old and establishing the four new." ”。

"Let's go!"

Seeing that there were residents in Yahou Street supporting their actions, the students' emotions rose again. After a burst of clamour, the brigade roared away.

Looking at the classmates who were roaring towards his location like a swarm of bees, Cen Xinrui hesitated: Uncle Shang lives next door to his house, and the two families have not only always lived in harmony, but also treated him like a sister, can he go to his house to rummage through boxes and cabinets? Although Li Xiaobai is not very familiar with him, he has no grievances with him, and he can't be ruthless for no reason, right?

Just as he was hesitant and hesitant, a thin figure quietly appeared beside him. Looking back, I found that it was Hao Zhiguo, the elder brother of Xiao Hao Zhijia, a middle-aged man who returned to his hometown from Guangdong to recuperate due to severe nervous breakdown.

"You came with them?" Hao Zhiguo looked at the team of students who were far away, and asked Cen Xinrui.

Cen Xinrui wanted to say no, but his honest nature still made him blurt out "yes".

"Then why don't you follow?" Hao Zhiguo turned his head to look at him.

"This-" Cen Xinrui was speechless.

"Fortunately, I didn't go completely crazy. Hao Zhiguo stared at him for a while and said softly. Then he walked away hesitantly, and left a sentence before leaving: "Little brother, remember, don't be like Chu Lan and Qu Jinbai, they will have a day of retribution." ”

Hao Zhiguo appeared beside Xinrui faintly, and walked away quietly, but his few words deeply touched Cen Xinrui. The scene that had just happened was immediately presented in front of his eyes-

On this day's action, according to the arrangement of the leading teacher, Cen Xinrui, Chu Lan, Qu Jinbai and others were divided into a group. He originally thought that the homes of these two people were in Yahou Street, and their behavior would be more or less leisurely, but who knew that their ruthlessness was not inferior to others at all, but on the contrary, it was even better. When the group walked to the Catholic church on the side of Yahou Street, Chu Lan and Qu Jinbai rushed in without saying anything. Not only did they shout at the students to knock down the statue of Jesus and overturn the benches in the church for believers to listen to, but they also dragged two elderly mothers into the sun and taught them a hard lesson.

"Say, why do you believe in Catholicism, don't you know that it is superstition?" Chu Lan, a seventeen-year-old sophomore in high school, asked aloud in the face of the frightened grandmother. Her white face flushed with excitement, and her plump breasts bulged.

"Is it only superstitious, but also reactionary!" Listening to Chu Lan's questioning, Qu Jinbai, who was muscular and always proud of others with his worker's background, shouted from the side. He waved a small banner with the slogan issued by the school, and almost poked Mama several times.

"Yes, reactionary, Catholicism helping imperialism poison and bully the Chinese people is simply reactionary!" Hearing Qu Jinbai's help, Chu Lan was even more indignant, "When you become nuns, you are acting for imperialism." ”

In the face of the sudden questioning and reprimanding of the boys and girls, the two old grandmothers were at a loss. In the midst of the horror, they wanted to distinguish something, but they didn't know how to tell it, so they could only lower their eyelids, draw a cross on their chests, and silently say "Amen" in their mouths.

"You're still praying for your bullshit God!" Seeing this scene, Qu Jinbai was very annoyed, he waved his fists violently and shouted loudly: "Do you want to criticize you to be honest?"

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Chu Lan, what is this doing? Thinking about this, Cen Xinrui was a little confused about this girl who was two grades higher than herself. Qu Jinbai is like that, everyone knows that he is a bad student who doesn't like to study and often bullies his classmates, but what about her? In his mind, she, like Jia Ling, has always been loved by everyone, not only is she beautiful, but also can read, and often has essays that are read by Teacher Tan Zhujun as a model essay in class, especially because she was raised by Jiang's mother after the death of her own mother, and she was influenced by the latter, she is very sensible, and she has almost never seen her quarrel with others. But almost overnight, it completely changed. Doesn't she know that the two grandmothers in front of her are from a bitter background and treat people kindly, and no one in Yahou Street has ever said that they are not? Why is this, just for the sake of the "cultural revolution" called for on the radio? What would Jiang's mother, especially her dead mother-in-law, think if she wants to behave like this today?

The action of "breaking the old and establishing the new" is still ongoing, and the shouts of the students are also reaching the ears from time to time. Faced with all kinds of fierce scenes that he had never seen before, Cen Xinrui was very puzzled. Just when he couldn't figure out his mind for a while, a shadow floated in front of him. He raised his head and found that it was Lin Hongying, who lived in the same compound as Li Xiaobai. Like him, she also holds a small banner with a slogan in her hand.

"Hey, the classmates are gone, why are you standing here alone, what are you thinking?"

Lin Hongying also came with Cen Xinrui. When entering the street, I was in a hurry, and it was convenient in the public toilet, so I fell behind the team. After graduating from primary school, she also entered a middle school, because she was placed in another class, so the contact between the two was much less than before, but because they lived in the same Yahou Street, and the compound was opposite the compound, Lin Hongying never felt that she had any difficulties in communicating with Cen Xinrui, and she was straight as soon as she opened her mouth.

Facing this girl with a slender figure and a good face, especially looking at her charming eyes, Cen Xinrui didn't know how to answer for a while. He and she have been classmates since kindergarten and have been together until middle school. In his impression, she and him are just ordinary classmates, except for school, they don't have any friendship. Not only that, but he also warned himself that it was better to have less association with her. Because she is too wild, she not only spreads nets to catch birds, climbs trees and catches cicadas like boys, but also dares to fight with them, and when she can't win, she cries and splashes, which makes many boys love and fear her. I want to play with her, I'm afraid that she will ridicule herself, ignore her, and can't let go of her beauty. I thought that this was the end of things, but one day when I was in the fifth grade, I don't know why, she actually did it with him.

"Why do you speak ill of me behind your back?" On the way home from school, the arrogant Lin Hongying crossed her waist and stood in front of Cen Xinrui, ignoring the residents of the neighborhood who were walking in the alleyway.

I said bad things about you behind my back? Being stopped and questioned for no reason seemed to Cen Xinrui, a good boy recognized by the residents of Yahou Street, as a good boy, it was really unbelievable and unpleasant. So he said coldly, "What did I say about you? Who heard me?"

"That word is too dirty, I'm embarrassed to learn it," Lin Hongying's face flushed, "Anyway, someone said it to me." ”

"Then you call that person and confront him face to face, okay?" Cen Xinrui felt that this was a bit unreasonable: "someone said to me", and she couldn't figure it out.

"This-" Lin Hongying hesitated, she couldn't say that Ma Ping said this, if this was the case, not only would Ma Ping hate her to death, but it would be difficult for someone to pass on her in the future.

"No," Cen Xinrui snorted as he looked at her. He didn't want to entangle with her, so he bypassed her and walked in the direction of his home. didn't expect that as soon as he took a step, Lin Hongying grabbed the strap of his schoolbag-

"Why, if you don't make it clear, do you want to slip away?"

"What do you want to make clear? You're sick!" Cen Xinrui was really angry this time. He broke Lin Hongying's hand that was gripping the strap of the schoolbag and shook it away.

"Why, do you dare to do it?" At home, Lin Hongying has always been a princess held by her parents in the palm of her hand, and outside, no boy dares to disobey her will, but Cen Xinrui didn't take her seriously, which made her feel very shameless. When she was angry, she didn't care about anything, grabbed Cen Xinrui's clothes, pulled them open, and shouted vigorously: "I'll teach you to do it, I'll teach you to do it!"

This guy is simply a scoundrel! Seeing this, Cen Xinrui was very annoyed. Although he was taught by his grandmother to "good men don't fight with women" since he was a child, he also remembered what his brother pragmatically said, "Although you can't take the initiative to provoke, you can't go against the grain, and if he doesn't listen to the advice, then you must resolutely fight back", so he took advantage of the other party's time to pull off his schoolbag, hugged the other party's waist, stumbled and fell it to the granite ground.

"Let go of me, you bastard!" Before she could figure out what was going on, she was thrown to the ground, Lin Hongying felt very humiliated, she wanted to break up, but she was pressed by Cen Xinrui and couldn't move.

Seeing that the other party's hands were firmly pressed to the ground by himself, Cen Xinrui was a little happy. But this was only a matter of a moment, because he found that Lin Hongying stopped moving after struggling under him for a few moments, and the eyes that looked at him gradually lost their annoyed look, replaced by an ambiguous meaning that he couldn't tell.

What's wrong with her? Seeing Lin Hongying's subtle changes, Cen Xinrui suddenly felt a little weak and even panicked. He didn't dare to look at Lin Hongying's face that turned from white to red, let alone meet the obvious "color" in her eyes, but let go of the hands that were pressing her wrists in a panic, got up from her soft body, and ran away with her schoolbag.

It's strange to say. Since that fight, when she met him again, Lin Hongying was like a different person, not only did she have to talk to him about everything, her voice was soft, and she always looked at him with a kind of affectionate eyes, without even blinking her eyes. Especially as long as she saw him sitting on the threshold of her yard reading a book, she had to pretend to read a book together, close to him, and she didn't care if someone on the side looked at him with strange eyes.

Squeezed by Lin Hongying's already plump breasts, Cen Xinrui felt very uncomfortable. Is she trying to seduce me? Thinking of this, Cen Xinrui was a little scared. He felt that although she was good-looking and articulate, she did not like to read and had a frivolous personality. He knew early on that whether at school or in Yahou Street, there were people who said behind her back that this girl was not serious, and she was coquettish at a young age, like her mother.

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Thinking of these past events, Cen Xinrui once again felt that it was superfluous to say anything to the crazy girl in front of him. He turned his head and walked towards Hao Zhi's house on his own. He thought that it would not be possible to go to Uncle Shang's house to "break the four olds", and if he did not talk about his own emotions, he would not be able to get over it, even if his parents knew about it, they would blame him, and being with Lin Hongying was not something he was willing to do. In this case, then go to the house of his friend Hao Zhi's house to hide from the wind, and by the way, look at his collection of books, even comic books. Zhijia's father used to open a book and paper shop, and there were many books in the house. The only hope at this moment is that their family will not be copied by their classmates, although his family is divided into small businesses, but I heard Jiang's mother say that it is just a unity object.

Seeing that Cen Xinrui didn't like to take care of himself and walked away, Lin Hongying felt very bored. But she just can't let go of this kid. This is not only because he reads well, but also because he is handsome, and she just loves handsome guys. Especially the fight when she was in elementary school, and he pressed her to the ground, which made her have a strange feeling, and she has never forgotten it. She didn't expect that he was usually civil, but he was very angry and powerful, and his strength was not small. That kind of strong posture is completely manly. She felt that if she was looking for a man in the future, she should look for this.

Cen Xinrui gradually walked away. Looking at his back, Lin Hongying hesitated. Just when she couldn't decide whether to continue to follow this kid, the grandmother of the Ruan family, who lived in the same compound, hurriedly walked over, and her face was clearly flustered and angry.

"Grandma Ruan, what's wrong?" Seeing this, Lin Hongying hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"Don't you know?" the grandmother of the Ruan family asked, a little surprised, "Didn't you students from No. 1 Middle School come to raid the house? Just now, several students had an argument with Li Xiaobai's aunt, and they all started to move!"

"Do it, who will do it?" Hearing this, Lin Hongying was shocked, because before coming to Yahou Street, the party member teacher who led the team had explained the discipline and warned all the students who participated in the action not to take the things of the confiscated objects privately, let alone have physical conflicts with them, even if they couldn't avoid it, they should try to maintain restraint.

"Who else, isn't it Qu Jinbai, who has been restless and self-conscious since he was a child and likes to cause trouble?" Grandma Ruan said angrily, "It's good now, just to prevent people from stealing things, he actually broke Aunt Li Xiaobai's head!"

"Broken head?" Hearing this, Lin Hongying was even more startled, "Then you're now-"

"I went to the neighborhood committee and asked Director Min what to do. A small man, just to be stopped from stealing other people's things, actually beat his grandmother's generation to the point that his face was covered in blood, and this is still worth it, isn't this called a violation of human rights?" It can be seen that Grandma Ruan is not only dissatisfied with the behavior of the teachers and students of No. 1 Middle School who came to Yahou Street to "break the four old and establish the four new" at this moment, but is a little angry.

Seeing Grandma Ruan hurriedly walking toward the neighborhood committee, and constantly saying "create evil," Lin Hongying hesitated a little: The neighbor's house was in trouble, and she didn't help solve it, and she didn't even look at it, and it seemed that she couldn't say anything; but if she really wanted to go to the scene, what could she do? It must be known that although Li Xiaobai did not wear a hat, after all, she was expelled from her work after the "Four Cleanups," not to mention that she was either an object of the party's dependence or an object of unity, and she was a little reluctant. If you sympathize with him, you will definitely be told by your classmates that your position is unstable. Although he has a good background, he is still incomparable with Grandma Ruan. She is from a hard background, and her son is in the army and is the deputy battalion commander, so no one dares to do anything to her.

Lin Hongying thought about it a lot. But when she raised her head, she found that Cen Xinrui had stopped, and although she looked at it, it seemed to mean that he had heard Grandma Ruan's conversation with her, and it was up to her to see what she did.

Let's take a look and relieve it if it can help alleviate it. Finding that Cen Xinrui seemed to be watching herself, Lin Hongying made a decision. She knew that he was kind-hearted and couldn't see Qu Jinbai's tyrannical behavior, but because of his identity, he couldn't do anything, and he couldn't wait for others to take action. In this case, let's do it yourself, if nothing else, at least let him see what kind of person he is and whether he is worth associating. She let go of her steps and ran towards the compound where she lived.

Lin Hongying didn't guess wrong, Grandma Ruan's words Cen Xinrui also heard it, and compared to Lin Hongying, his reaction was stronger, and he even had a feeling of sadness for the rabbit and the fox, although he was intellectually unwilling to regard his family as Li Xiaobai. What should I do, do you want to go and see it too? He hesitated. After thinking about it, I finally dispelled this idea. He felt that although he was very disgusted with the behavior of Qu Jinbai and others, there was nothing he could do. If we stop it hastily, not only will it not solve the problem, but on the contrary, it will cause a fire and cause an undeserved trouble in vain.

Seeing Lin Hongying's back in a hurry, Cen Xinrui suddenly felt very weak and even very pitiful. With his understanding of Lin Hongying, he knows what she will do if she goes, but he is himself, although he is usually not very optimistic about her, but he can't stand up like her at the critical moment, and he is ashamed enough.