(xvii)

Zhong Shan was eating lunch when he heard the clanging of bicycles outside the door. My father, who usually didn't come home for lunch, was wondering, when my father broke into the house in a hurry, pulled his mother aside in a panting, and muttered a few words in his mother's ear, and my mother was stunned at first, and then lowered her eyelashes.

My father pushed the door open like a gust of wind and left, and the sound of bicycles faded away.

Zhong Shan continued to eat. After a while, I suddenly heard someone shouting outside the door: "Is it Zhong Shulin's house?" ”

The mother answered and walked out the door. Led in were two men in public security uniforms, wearing majestic hats and grim faces, which did not look like an attitude towards revolutionary comrades. Zhong Shan's first thought was that his father had made a mistake, the police had come to arrest him, and his heart was pounding faster, and he forgot to swallow the steamed bun in his mouth for a long time.

"Did your husband sleep at home last night?" The word "sleep" was deliberately bitten very hard, and the mother involuntarily shivered slightly and nodded slowly.

"Be realistic, your answer will be used as evidence, and you can't lie to the organization." The tone of the policeman's speech was still heavy, and every word was like a hammer, which smashed Zhong Shan's heart and trembled all at once.

"I'm back!" The mother's voice was surprisingly loud.

Zhong Shan knew that his mother was lying, he didn't expect his mother to tell the lie so confidently and calmly, his mother often taught him that good children should not lie, and often scared him with the story of "the wolf came" when he was a child. A few years later, he often wondered what kind of humiliation and resentment, or panic, did his mother endure at that time to say these three words?!

In the middle of the night last night, Zou Jingzhi's husband Ma Hongguang came home from work, he opened the door as usual, turned on the electric light, and felt very strange to see that the bed was empty and there was no trace of his wife. Life broke the rules, he couldn't sleep for a while, so he used his eyes to look around the house, and suddenly saw a small silver key on the kang cabinet, he knew that it was the key that his wife used to lock his small wooden box, and he also knew that the wooden box contained his wife's diary, but it was the petty bourgeoisie of intellectuals, and his wife didn't want him to see it, and he didn't bother to think about it. Extremely bored tonight, he suddenly became curious, opened the box with a small key, and picked up the red plastic diary on the top. He flipped through the diary page by page, and some of the words he didn't understand well. It records the first time they met after being introduced by the master, and she said that he seemed honest and responsible, and maybe he was a person who could be entrusted with his life. He couldn't help but grin. Soon they came and went, and it developed to the stage of talking about marriage. He knew all this, but he felt that things were not as tortuous and complicated as she described. She had great expectations for marriage, saying that the combination of intellectuals and the working class would surely create a dazzling spark of revolution. When he saw this, his body became a little hot. Later, she began to feel dissatisfied with him a little bit, saying that he was very dirty, not much culture, a rude man, and when he came back in the middle of the night, he thought about such a little thing, which annoyed people to death, and she regretted her wrong choice, one by one, the storyline is different, but the emotions are the same. He looked at it, and his heart began to get irritated. Flipping back, the red-faced worker's eldest brother lit the fire of anger, there are more than a dozen articles, all of which are written that after she went to work in the Cultural Bureau, she flew into the forest like a bird in a cage, and there happened to be a deputy director named Zhong Shulin in the Cultural Bureau, and the diary was full of praise for this deputy director Zhong, saying that he was handsome, versatile, and thoughtful, like a heavy history book, which made her never get tired of reading, and shamelessly said that she would rather be a moth to a fire and burn her own life for him.

was angry enough, Ma Hongguang still fell asleep, worked for most of the night, and with the toss just now, he was already tired. When I woke up, the sun was already shining in the cabin, the hour hand pointed to 10 o'clock, and my wife still did not return. Ma Hongguang came to the police station angrily to report the case, with the diary that recorded her shameless inner confessions.

The police officers at the police station had experience, reported to their superiors, and after obtaining permission, they decided not to go to the Cultural Affairs Bureau to fight the snakes, but to clear the perimeter, and the first thing to do was to understand Zhong Shulin's movements last night, and they felt that it was possible to catch a big fish this time.

One of Zhong Shulin's comrades-in-arms, who was the deputy director of the Political Department of the Public Security Bureau, listened to the report from the police station below, and did not care whether it was a violation of confidentiality regulations, but only thought about the safety of his old comrades-in-arms, especially his honor, and hurriedly called Zhong Shulin's office