The factory has set up a technical team, which is responsible for the design and manufacture of agricultural small trucks. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 In this group, Du Zihui is responsible for coordinating manpower, materials and equipment, Li Yongshui is responsible for production, processing and testing, and Wu Wenhan is responsible for the design and technical implementation of the car.

After more than 30 years, Li Yongshui recalled those days, and still couldn't hide the excitement in his heart. The passionate tunes and unpretentious lyrics do not pale in the slightest because of the passage of time. Indeed, for a whole year and a half, the three of them almost ate and lived together, classmates, no public holidays, experiments during the day, discussions at night, after Li Yongshui and Du Zihui slept, Wu Wenhan still had to draw drawings, and the three of them were united as one person.

When the first farm truck was assembled by them, after the tears of joy, there was a deep friendship between the three people. They drank happily once, this was also the first time Wu Wenhan drank baijiu, in less than ten minutes, less than two taels of wine, he had already fallen asleep.

Immediately afterwards, they started from scratch and made the first automobile production line in New China, although it was simple, but it greatly improved production efficiency. Then, there were four-ton agricultural trucks and six-ton trucks, and for six or seven years, they continued to climb the seemingly impossible peaks, and overlooked the rivers and mountains again and again as successful people.

During this period, Wu Wenhan had the opportunity to transfer back to the school to continue to be his teacher, and the superior leaders also approached him alone to ask for his opinion. But Wu Wenhan is very determined to choose to stay and continue to spend his youth in the car factory, and he still has many ideas and creations that have not been realized.

In the early sixties, Du Zihui was promoted to the director of the third automobile factory, and in less than three years, he was transferred to the mechanical department, and his career was bright. Li Yongshui's knowledge level is lower, and he has always been the director of the assembly workshop of the factory, while Wu Wenhan is the chief engineer of the factory, and he has never changed since.

But by '65, the political environment had changed dramatically, and the red storm had begun to sweep through every corner of China. Du Zihui, who has a certain degree of political sensitivity, has begun to be impacted, and he feels that among the three, he and Li Yongshui have better backgrounds and should be easier to pass in the movement, but Wu Wenhan has a complex background, people don't care about politics, and they are bookish and love to say the wrong thing, so they can easily become the target of impact.

Du Zihui privately used his interpersonal resources and did a lot of work, wanting to transfer Wu Wenhan to subordinate military enterprises, and those enterprises should be less affected by the rebels. But on the one hand, it was a mistake, and on the other hand, Wu Wenhan was reluctant to put down the work he was doing, and he did not cooperate, and the matter of transferring work was over. But Du Zihui, who was no longer in the factory, knew that the rebels had already targeted Wu Wenhan.

The winter of '65 was the last time the three of them got together and gathered in Wu Wenhan's dormitory. This gathering, maybe it is the depression of the political atmosphere, maybe it is Wu Wenhan's intuition and premonition, in short, he is not like Wu Wenhan, who Du Zihui and Li Yongshui are familiar with. Wu Wenhan usually doesn't drink, but that day, he drank almost half a catty of liquor, sang almost all the songs he could sing, and said to Li Yongshui with a smile: "I only learned that wine is such a good thing today, but it's a pity that a lot of the days are wasted." ”

Du Zihui took advantage of Wu Wenhan's drunkenness and enlightened him that once he was imprisoned by the rebels and criticized for fighting, he must not carry it hard, he couldn't bear it, and the ending would not be any different. Confess your guilt, suffer less, lock up the cowshed for a few years, maybe there will be a chance to come out, and stay in the green mountains without worrying about no firewood.

But Wu Wenhan just shook his head, didn't speak, like a drunken man, yelled at the sky a few times sadly, and then picked up a roll of design drawings from the workbench, stuffed it into Du Zihui's hand, and told him that no matter what happened to him in the future, Du Zihui must find a way to build the truck on this drawing. At that time, an ominous premonition came to Du Zihui's heart.

In the new year, the No. 3 Automobile Factory was occupied by the rebels and the Red Guards, the factory was suspended, and the criticism would not stop, and the object of criticism was mainly Wu Wenhan. His family background was turned out, and the capitalists in Shanghai were poisoned. His experience of studying and working in the United States was defined as spy training, and even his party membership was characterized as spy infiltration.

Every day, Wu Wenhan was tied with his hands behind his back, put on a pointed hat, and hung a sign of several kilograms around his neck early in the morning, and dragged out to parade on the street. This was followed by a day-long interrogation and criticism. But Wu Wenhan did not admit any of the charges listed by the rebels, no matter how they beat and humiliated, Wu Wenhan just did not say a word, his eyes were wide open, and he resisted silently. Of course, this was met with more beatings, belts, sticks, chairs, steel pipes, wrenches, and tools from the car factory were no longer used in production, but became torture instruments in the criticism meetings.

Li Yongshui didn't dare to look any further, but he couldn't do anything about what happened to Wu Wenhan. He looked for Du Zihui, but Du Zihui at that time was also unable to protect himself, and the two could only face each other silently, shaking their heads and sighing. It didn't take long for Du Zihui to be sent to Beijing and left Beijing.

The criticism of Wu Wenhan lasted for two months, and Li Yongshui only secretly ran into the workshop where Wu Wenhan was imprisoned every night, bribed the guards, and sent Wu Wenhan some food, and it was at this time that Wu Wenhan's gray eyes would glow with some brilliance, but all his strength was used to curse the rebels. Li Yongshui found that Wu Wenhan was beaten to multiple fractures all over his body, and he could not get up without treatment, and the only thing that could relieve him from pain was alcohol. Initially, Wu Wenhan drank a bottle of liquor in two or three days, and then he asked for a bottle every day.

At that time, liquor was a rare thing, and people's stomachs could not be filled, so how could there be surplus grain to make wine? Li Yongshui had no choice but to go door-to-door to find acquaintances to borrow it, and then there was no liquor, so he found some wine, rice wine, and beer, and even diluted the disinfectant alcohol and brought it to Wu Wenhan.

Wu Wenhan's stubborn attitude surprised the rebels, and the criticism meeting became boring, and the number of times gradually decreased, but Wu Wenhan was still locked in a small warehouse in the workshop.

In the spring of '66, when Li Yongshui was still looking for wine for Wu Wenhan, he suddenly heard that Wu Wenhan took advantage of the absence of the guards to open the door of the warehouse at night and escaped. At dawn, the rebels found that the person was gone, but thinking that Wu Wenhan was beaten to a human shape, it was very inconvenient to walk, and he must not be able to run far, so they arranged a large number of people to look around.

Finally, he found Wu Wenhan next to a dry well at the nearby Wuhuan Brewery, and Wu Wenhan almost crawled here that night, and when he saw that there was no place to hide, he jumped into the well. The well was so deep that it was impossible to see the situation below from above, and the rebels could not go down to investigate the well, so they simply dumped muck into the well, saying that Wu Wenhan committed suicide in fear of crime.

Li Yongshui went to the well to take a look, threw the last wine he found into the well, and wept bitterly. Wu Wenhan's unjust death had a great impact on him, and Li Yongshui hardly went out for a long time, but two or three months later, he was also sent to Inner Mongolia for labor reform because of Wu Wenhan's involvement with Du Zihui. That's almost five years.

Speaking of this, Li Yongshui paused, took a roll of yellowed old drawings from the chair behind him, and handed it to Da Jiang. Oe took the drawing and slowly unfolded it. "This scroll of drawings was left by Wu Wenhan back then, and Du Zihui put it here before he left, but unfortunately after so many years, I don't have the ability to turn it into a real car. Li Yongshui sighed and drained the wine in the wine glass in front of him.

The doors and windows of the small restaurant are blocked by Chef Zeng, and the lighting is just a small dim lamp overhead, and there are more than a dozen pages of drawings in this volume, all of which are neatly drawn with a fountain pen, and there are many small characters and formulas densely written around it. Oe is not good at drawings, but he can vaguely identify the chassis, the body, and the dashboard. Xiao Lei raised his eyes to look at Li Yongshui and asked, "Uncle Li, is Wu Wenhan's story over?"

"It's over, if it's over, how can it be called the story of the god of wine?" Li Yongshui didn't care about Da Jiang and Xiao Lei, who were looking at the drawings, poured another cup for himself, touched the cup with Du Zihui, drank it all, and continued to talk.

In the early 70s, Li Yongshui implemented the policy, and the No. 3 automobile factory also resumed production, and Li Yongshui returned to the factory. But these years of devolved life have made him develop a habit. As long as he sees wine, he will find a way to buy it back and save it. During the holidays, I would drink two cups, but there would be three cups on the table, even if those two cups had never been touched.

In the autumn of '71, Li Yongshui moved into the courtyard where he now lives, and at that time he had already heard about the fact that nearby residents often lost alcohol. But one cloudy night, Li Yongshui was awakened by a strange sound at home. He suddenly noticed a man standing in front of his windowsill.

This person looks at it suddenly, and it may be difficult to draw into the range of people. It was covered with long brownish-red hair, red hair all over his cheeks, and although he wore a work uniform full of holes, wisps of hair appeared from each hole. Its back is slightly hunched, and one hand is holding the corner of the table. Its eyes couldn't see any emotion, so it stared at Li Yongshui in distraction.

What surprised Li Yongshui the most was his own reaction. According to common sense, anyone who wakes up in the middle of the night and sees a half-human, half-ghost thing in the house, motionless and staring at himself, will be frightened. But at that time, my heart was very strange, and I didn't have a little fear, as if I was very familiar with this guy covered in hair, and this thing didn't mean to hurt him.

Gradually, Li Yongshui felt that this hairy guy was very similar to Wu Wenhan in figure and demeanor. If it weren't for these hairs, it would have been that impassioned youth. Could it be that Wu Wenhan, who threw himself into the well that year, did not die, but how could he become what he is now? The more Li Yongshui looked at it, the more he looked like it, and he couldn't help but tears coming down the corners of his eyes.

(The old maple turned into a feather man, and the rotten wheat turned into a butterfly, which is ruthless and affectionate.) The virtuous woman turned into a chaste stone, and the mountain worm turned into a lily, and she was affectionate and ruthless. It is the old earth, wood, gold and stone, all of which have the spirit of affection. Void is all-pervasive, God is all-pervasive, qi is all-different, and form is all-encompassing. Which is the other, which is me, which is the knowledgeable, which is the ignorant? all things, one thing, all gods, one god, the most important thing. --"The Book of Transformation")