readx; Cong Jing went home for a week and didn't see her father. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info rebels said to her: See Cong Jixin? No door, the trumpet is closed! To tell you the truth, the number of bureau-level cadres is a serious problem and his attitude is the worst. I advise your family members to draw a line with him and expose his "three antis" crimes!

In the past week, my mother heard even worse news: my father didn't know what he had written in the quotation book, and he had a new charge of "rebellion", and he would be sentenced to life if he was not shot! The family sat around and cried from midnight to dawn.

The father fell from heaven to hell all of a sudden, and the daughter was powerless to rescue, and the more Cong Jing thought about it, the more sad she felt in her heart. Fortunately, he didn't come back a few days earlier, and begged his father to transfer work for "Liu", otherwise, as his mother said, he would have to kill his father!

Yanagi, where are you? You know I'm going home, why didn't you come with a letter? I take all the responsibility for our affairs, and you should be innocent and safe. Are you afraid of the obscenity of those people, pessimistic and desperate to leave me, and hide in the mountains to cultivate yourself and be alone? In this meeting, didn't you say that the days on the mountain were as pleasant as a fairy?

No, no way! "Liu" loves me very much, and he will never fail me. He must be in a very bad situation! His mother revealed that he might be in re-education through labor that day, but she didn't dare to ask who she listened to, why? But today's situation is difficult to say, and there is no excuse for the crime that you want to add, and what happened to my father is not proof!

It seems that he was really sent to re-education through labor and lost his personal freedom, which is the only plausible reason why he did not write to him. Liu, I've hurt you! These guys representing the "Order" are too vicious. Even if we are not allowed to get married, we should not lose our conscience and harm you!

The two most important men in his life were in a desperate situation, and Cong Jing's spirit almost collapsed.

I didn't want to eat recently, but I was found by my mother vomiting the night before, and I was shocked and asked what was wrong? First time or do you vomit often? Is menstruation normal? She was irritable and asked: Nausea and vomiting are digestive matters, what does it have to do with menstruation? The mother said angrily: You are a doctor, I am a doctor? Come with me to the hospital tomorrow for a check-up!

Yesterday I went to the hospital with my mother. The father fell, and the mother naturally followed the bad luck, and the charm of the director's wife disappeared without a trace. Her mother followed along the wall with her head down, and few people greeted her, and even if she did, she only nodded and did not do anything. In the past, the titles of "Aunt Chang", "Sister Chang" and "Chang Nurse Chief", who were refreshing and cheerful, full of stammering and respect, could not be heard.

Internal medicine, blood tests, ultrasounds, and finally the doctor told her that the diagnosis was "ovarian cyst" and that it needed to be surgically removed. What puzzled Cong Jing was that after every check, her mother always told her to go first, and did not let her communicate with the doctor, which seemed mysterious. Could it be that this ovarian cyst is incurable?

The mother was so preoccupied that her face became even more ugly when she returned home. Don't tell anyone about her surgery, it's not good for girls to have this kind of surgery. I have arranged everything, I will be admitted to the hospital tomorrow afternoon, live in a single room, and have the right to be the head nurse! I asked Dr. Sun to do it for you, he has a lot of practice in this area, and there will be no problems.

After her husband's accident, the rebels dismantled the phone at home. Chang Xiulan crossed two intersections, went to the post office to hang up a long distance for Wu Bande, told him that Cong Jing would be hospitalized for surgery tomorrow, renew her vacation for two months, and ask for a telegraphic transfer of 300 yuan for hospitalization.

Wu Bande was quite surprised: Surgery? Ovarian cysts? You can't get pregnant, right?

Chang Xiulan was speechless for a while, and opened her mouth to deny "no, no, no" but there was no follow-up. After waking up in the middle of the night, he sighed: As parents, we are worried about our children!

The operation is imminent, Cong Jing misses Jiang Lesheng even more, and at this moment, she hopes that her sweetheart will guard the bedside! She suddenly remembered that she should write a letter to Lehua's sister, so that he would receive it. So I decided to write a letter as soon as the stitches were removed.

The operation began at 5 p.m., and all departments of the hospital have been off work one after another. Under the shadowless lamp, three people are busy and busy: Dr. Sun, who wears glasses, is the chief surgeon, his mother is his assistant and anesthesiothesis, and a little nurse who has not been working for a long time is down. The three of them were holding large masks, and they couldn't see their expressions clearly.

Cong Jing was locally anesthetized, lying on the operating table with a white cloth on her body, revealing a belly that was about to be cut off from her lower abdomen, just like a fish about to be slaughtered on a chopping board.

Her mother comforted her not to be nervous and blindfolded her with a towel with a strong smell of disinfectant water.

The surgery went well. Dr. Sun is really experienced, and the moment the lower abdomen is cut, it is as if a fingernail has cut a bar on the belly. Then in the process of rummaging, removing and suturing, the internal organs of the abdominal cavity were dragged around, and the belly was pierced in and out like the soles of spikes, and there was no sharp pain as the heart-rending lung as imagined, only some touch of micro-wood. The tension came from the sound of knives, scissors, forceps and the operating disc clashing, as well as the heavy breathing of the surgeon.

At the end of the operation, the mother and Dr. Sun washed their hands and changed their clothes, and the little nurse rang the bell and called for the nurse to push the patient back to the ward. Cong Jing suddenly wanted to see, what kind of thing was taken out by disemboweling and disemboweling? How big a cyst is tossing her so uncomfortable?

The little nurse brought a rectangular white enamel plate, and in a faint pool of blood, there was a three-inch oval lump of flesh, like a small animal that had been stripped of its fur. Take a closer look with your eyes wide open, oh my! The pimple has a head and a face, a big head takes up half of the volume, and the fingers and toes have been separated, and it is clearly a formed male fetus! The fetus's eyelids are tightly closed, one calf is twitching, and it seems that it is still naughty kicking in the mother's womb! -- Dr. Sun plans to soak it in formalin and make a 14-week fetal specimen.

Cong Jing's eyes bulged violently, and she screamed hysterically: Child! My baby!

She cried like crazy, kicked and kicked her feet up and down, the sheets slid to the ground, the freshly stitched knife was propped open, the blood flowed endlessly, and the bandages were quickly dyed red, and the white sheets under her body were red and the washbasin was large, and her face became sallow.

The little nurse was stunned, and held her feet and screamed: Knife edge! Can't move, knife edge!

Swindle! Give me back my child! Swindle! Give me back my child! She repeated it no less than ten times, her voice growing hoarse and faint as the struggle decreased.

Chang Xiulan kept a calm face, stuffed an ether cotton ball into her nostrils, and picked up the sheet to cover her. Dr. Sun injected another diazepam injection, and Cong Jing gradually quieted down, and finally fell asleep. Re-sutured, bandaged, due to excessive blood loss, emergency transfusion of 300 ml of "O" type blood, until midnight.

It was September 1, 1966, which coincided with Cong Jing's 21st birthday.

The northwest wind is blowing, the leaves are flying all over the sky, and the autumn is coming.

Ten days later, Jiang Lehua went to work in the morning, and saw a letter with "details" on the desk, and opened it to see that it was written by Cong Jing to Lesheng. She wept while watching, and after lunch, she asked Lemei to deliver the letter to the seventh branch.

Jiang Lesheng was filling the sack with grain in the yard, but he didn't expect Le Mei to suddenly come to the front. I haven't seen my sister grow a lot taller for a few months, and her scattered bangs are stuck to her forehead with sweat.

As soon as he heard Cong Jing's letter, Jiang Lesheng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he was so excited that he almost fainted. He led Lemei to a corner of the courtyard, took out a piece of paper from the envelope with trembling hands, put it into his finger and pulled it out again, it was empty. Unfold the crumpled paper, and the familiar pen body jumps into view. Unlike past letters, the handwriting is sloppy, and the preface is scribbled in many places. There are a few obvious tear stains on the letterhead, and I don't know if the writer of the letter is dripped or by the person who wrote the letter.

Lesheng, the willow I miss day and night, are you okay?

If you can read this letter, it means that you are free, I am very relieved but angry that you have not written to me for so long, and it is like evaporating from the world!

I don't understand, what kind of rules did we break and end up like this?

My dad is locked up, and if he can't get it, he's going to kill his head. The decades of revolution became counter-revolution. I wanted to come back and beg him to save us, but now he has no one to save himself!

Those scoundrels told me to turn back, saying that it was none of my business to expose you. I said that I loved Jiang Lesheng until I died. They scolded me for not repenting and adding mistakes to mistakes, and my face was like pig's liver, which was so funny!

I had surgery on my birthday. They tricked me into having an ovarian cyst, but what I pulled out was a fetus with a head and a face, and its lower legs were moving. Lesheng, that's a gift from God! Killed alive.

On that day twenty-one years ago, Brother Liu Zhu and I were born in the world together. Twenty-one years later, the three-month-old little life was killed. Oh, my God!

When I woke up from my coma, my mother knelt down in front of her bed and begged me to forgive her. Say it's for my good!

I went to Brother Liu Zhu's grave. One day I die, I will be buried here. I came with him and lived with him in heaven, and there was no sorrow in heaven.

Damn doctor says I'm schizophrenic and fart! Everywhere I went, there was a bunch of kids chasing me, singing and dancing.

Grandma is the most pitiful. A seventy-year-old lady watched over me day and night, afraid that I would die.

Liu, you are not allowed to cry when I die one day, you have to be strong. I can't marry you in this life, but I can't marry you in the next life.

The letter was stopped, without a signature, and the year, month, and day were not written. The postmark shows the date of September 18.

Jiang Lesheng read it twice, silently folded it and put it into the envelope, and two lines of tears solidified on his cheeks. He took out a small cloth bag he had sewn, pulled out a piece of old newspaper strips cut two fingers wide, pinched a pinch of "purse incense" cigarette powder and rolled it into a trumpet tube, scratched it on fire, lit it and took two puffs.

My sister asked in surprise: Brother, have you learned to smoke?

Jiang Lesheng wiped away his tears and said sadly: My heart is uncomfortable. He asked Lemei: What did the third sister say when she read the letter?

My sister said that she said that it was not that the family could not enter the door. Blame you for being disobedient, not hitting the south wall and not looking back.

The sky was cloudy and dark, and a few rain stars were sprinkled with large snowflakes. He put on the padded jacket brought by Lemei and said to Lao Wei: I sent my sister back from Xiaogushan, and Secretary Tong asked me to say it for me.

The brother and sister talked as they walked. Lemei said that the third sister didn't dare to tell her mother about you, saying that your job had changed, so let her send her the letter here in the future. The second brother wrote to say that since he had approached the county people's committee, his mother had not been tied up and beaten again. Thankfully, you sent fifteen dollars, and the broken thumb was connected, so we can rest assured. Jiang Lesheng had a sour nose, thinking to himself, mother, that money was not sent by your son, and the girl who honors you is now suffering misfortune!

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the windward side of the telephone pole was covered with a layer of wet slush. Seeing his sister's figure gradually disappear, he sent the gods to climb the small lonely mountain that was inaccessible. In the middle of the rocks, the hazelwood trees are covered with fluffy hazelnuts, which are the wintering food of wild boars, foxes and rabbits. The broad-leaved trees on the top of the mountain were bare, and a few yellow leaves fluttered in the wind, like the stump teeth in the mouth of an old man. Two crows croaked overhead, calling the children to hurry back to their nests.

It's another week since the postmark date of the letter, where are you at this moment? Is it crazy to live, or did you go to find Brother Liu Zhu who came to the world with you?

The road of life has come to an end. Jiang Lesheng was discouraged, and instead of living in humiliation, it was better to die generously.

He took out the envelope in his pocket, and stared at Cong Jing's sideburns and photos in a daze: the essence is clean and clean, and the sacred cannot be defiled!

He struck a match, and the affectionate picture and beautiful sideburns were ignited, convulsed and rolled in pain in the flames, and slowly turned to ashes. A wisp of burnt green smoke blended into the snowflakes.

He searched everywhere and finally chose a quercus tree with a side branch growing two meters above the ground.

He brought a stone and put it under the tree, stood up and untied the rope from his waist, and threw one end in his hand and the other upward. The first time it was blown off by the wind was unsuccessful, and when it was thrown again, the rope drooped down from the side branches.

He tied the two ends of the rope together into a rope sleeve, and stretched it with his hands to make it strong. In the past few days, it has been windy to work in the yard, and a rope tied around the waist is good to keep out the cold, which has come in handy now.

With his back to the trunk of the tree, he stood on tiptoe and held the round rope with his hands, trying to stick his head in but not high enough. I also found a small stone to stack on top of it, and tried it on it. He shouted in the direction of the snowy black water: Red Lotus, wait for me! With his eyes closed, his feet kicked hard, and the stones and bones under his feet rolled down the mountain.

The branch on the head shook, and it snapped with a "gaba"! It turned out that it had a hole in its roots. People often say that ants still steal life, which insect sympathizes with the weak and lets Jiang Lesheng pick up a life!

Jiang Lesheng fell heavily to the ground, slowly removed the rope sleeve on his neck, and repeatedly kneaded the strangled part with his hands. He took out his cigarette pocket, rolled a horn and lit it, and said to himself: God, you don't want me to die?

A crimson oak leaf fell silently at his feet, like a big chicken claw, and like a burning torch. The snowflakes are overwhelming, and the sky is releasing its compassion and returning a white world to the world.

He calculated: I died silently in the barren mountains and mountains, and the wild boars tore and chewed in the middle of the night to feast on it, and when it came to a broken quilt inside the kang mat outside at dawn, I rolled the leftover skeleton and pulled the "Peninsula Garden" to bury it. I am like a fallen branch under my feet, "scattered into mud and dust." No, the lonely plum blossoms in Lu You's pen, even if they turn into mud and dust, they are still fragrant, but I want to commit suicide and infamy for fear of sin, and become a stinking human shit pile for 10,000 years!

No! I can't die without knowing it! Back then, Xu Yuanshao hit him desperately in front of him, and afterwards reflected that the senseless impulse was not a feat, it was ignorance and naivety, why did he repeat the same mistake today? I want to live, to defend my rights and dignity as human beings!

He thought of his mother who had been sick and bedridden for a long time, his two younger brothers who failed to stand on their own, and even more remembered that six years ago, the third sister rescued him in a desperate situation and escaped from Xu Qihu's clutches。。。。。。 If nothing else, just rush to be a son's responsibility and brotherhood, and live tenaciously!

He picked up the broken branch and stared at the hollowed hole, feeling grateful

He stood up on the branches, like a wounded beast, shaking his head and neck and shaking his body, and fluffy snow powder fell to the ground. His eyes are bloodshot red, are they tears? Is it blood? Or a jet of flame?

At the foot of the mountain, the swarthy houses of the Seven Branches are lit up. There is a mournful singing voice floating from the loudspeaker: Look up at the Big Dipper/Miss the chairman in my heart/When I am lost, I think you have a direction/I miss you in the dark night/I think you have strength/When I win, I think you have a clear heart。。。。。。