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In 1905, heavy snowfall in Moscow, which lasted for several days. One by one, snowflakes flew from the gray sky and fell lightly like fireflies to the earth, silently covering the forests, covering the fields, covering the rivers and villages. Standing on the hill and looking out, the entire city of Moscow is completely white. There was some frost on the road because of the snow. After dark, the houses and villages along the road, with occasional lights, blend into the snowy night, and the houses appear even smaller, like square kennels.

It was almost time for lunch, Ouranoyan, wearing a fur top hat and a light green military coat, felt his head and body heat up, he wore a pair of black rubber boots, and walked out one foot deep and shallow on the campus of Moscow University, the road ahead was uneven. However, Uranoyan was in a good mood, and after the Bolsheviks took control of Moscow, he was appointed by Korentai as secretary of the Komsomol Committee of Moscow University, and his classmates and teachers, who had previously looked down on him because his father was a shoemaker, called him "Comrade Uranoyan".

Comrade Ouranoyan went to meet Olya in a bakery outside the university, and Olya said on the phone, "There is something important to talk about." The two made an appointment to meet there at noon. Ouranoyan remembered the day in the woods, swinging with Olya, a crude primitive swing with an ordinary plank hanging from a wire rope.

Olya sat down on the plank, laughed, and shouted to Ouranoyan, "Do yourself a favor, shake it hard." ”

Olia is particularly delicate, with long light yellow hair, neatly combed, slender eyebrows, a small nose and mouth, two bright big eyes, full of innocent childishness, and the small dimples on her face are charming.

Ulanoyan took off his hat and touched the back of his head. He smiled at her and thought to himself that this was such a lovely little girl. He stepped forward, pulled the swing high, and let it go. Olya shouted excitedly.

At this moment a fierce wind blew, and the wire of the swing became entangled, almost hitting the pillar, and Uranoyan hurriedly ran forward. Pulling the swing down, Olya leaned back, her hat falling to the ground.

Ouranoyan looked at Olya's smiling face and couldn't help but kiss it.

Instead of dodging, Olya closed her eyes. At that moment, Ouranoyan felt as if time had stopped. The forest was silent, the world was silent, Olya's big watery eyes shone strangely, and Ouranoyan sniffed the freshness of her hair and skin, her unrestrained body, as if she wanted to fly freely into the sky. At that moment, it seemed as if the world was only the sound of the two of them breathing heavily. It doesn't matter what kind of revolution, what the ideal, what the meaning of life is, etc.

Uranoyan went to see Olya and brought with him a simple framed sketch that he had studied painting after he had arrived at university, and that he had drawn himself with a picture of a girl. Tie a pair of ponytails, the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, the small dimples are full of the innocence peculiar to a girl, and there is a chain on the slender neck, and the chain hangs a small cross, hanging on her chest, in her arms. Holding a white curly-haired dog, the dog was wearing a small flower jacket, shrugged his head, and listless. But the two black and shiny black eyes are lovely. This is Olanoyan's ideal girl, Olya.

Turning two streets, Ouranoyan arrived at the bakery, which was filled with the smell of wheat, but unfortunately there were not many customers. Olya arrived early and sat in a corner with a table in front of her. Olya was wearing a gray horn-buttoned coat that day, with a floral silk scarf around her slender neck, and some tear stains at the corners of her eyes, trembling all over.

Uranoyan felt a faint feeling that something was wrong in his heart, walked over, and asked, "Olya, when you called me in the morning, you were very panicked, what happened?" ”

When Olya saw Ouranoyan, she sobbed and said, "My parents, they were arrested. None of them were taken away during the Tsarist period, but yesterday a gang of robbers broke into my house and took them away. “

Uranoyan said: "Robbers? Hold your horses. Slowly, what the hell is going on. “

Olya said, "The bandits said they were Chekas. My father, because when talking to a friend, said that the Cheka killed people without trial, which was not in accordance with the law. My mother, the daughter of a factory owner, was charged. I don't know what to do right now. Do you know where they are held? ”

Ouranoyan shook his head and said, "I've also heard that the Cheka people are arresting people all over Moscow. I'll go back and inquire. ”

Olya said, "You can help me go to the prison and see if they are still alive?" I've heard that the average prisoner is shot the next day. ”

Ulanoyan nodded and said, "I'll go back and ask right away." “

The Shaolin abbot's door after the 80s, the towering door, surrounded by many barbed wire fences. It is surrounded by a high wall, and every few meters, there is a lookout tower, half a section above the wall. There were Cheka guards standing guard in the tower.

The birch trees near the prison stood straight and bare, and when the wind blew, the yellow leaves and dust on the ground flew in the air. The sentries guarding the gates were dressed in new uniforms, with spears on their shoulders, their eyes bloodshot and wary of class enemies. As soon as Ouranoyan approached, the sentry reached out to stop him. Uranoyan pulled out the letter of introduction from his bag.

Ulanoyan was greeted by a fat uncle with a waist as thick as a bucket, he used to be a chef in a restaurant, so the meat on his face was thick, his chin was round, and his eyes were barely visible. The guy read Uranoyan's letter of introduction, and his eyes shot a scathing look of disdain, as if he were a labor prisoner who had just been released from prison. Follow him through the sealed hallway, turning a few iron gates, and Ouranoyan reached the door of the inner prison cell.

It was a big green cage, looking inside, the prison cell inside looked like a student dormitory, with upper and lower beds, and the quilts were neatly folded, like tofu blocks. The prison cell looked dark, damp, and musty. Dozens of people were locked in each cell, with only tiny glass windows. The hallway has a lime-white wall above, a green paint underneath, and a red paint at the bottom that has half peeled off, revealing the lime inside.

The male prison officer lit a cigarette and proudly showed off to Uranoyan, the prisoners in the prison are not allowed to turn off the lights when they sleep, and they have to report when they eat and go to the toilet.

Ouranoyan said, "So the people here don't have the dignity of being human? ”

The obese male prison guard spat a mouthful of thick phlegm, green and faint, disgusting. He said, "These people are all counter-revolutionaries, murderers, 'qiangjian' criminals, and some of them have syphilis and various skin diseases. If I let anyone lick up what I just vomited on the ground, they'll have to rush for it. Here, they all have a common name, called counter-revolutionary criminals, indicated by a code name. He flipped through the roster in his hand, and Olya's father's code name was 18527.

The obese male prison guard gave Ulanoyan several hints, hoping that Ulanoyan would come up with something to honor him, but unfortunately after waiting for a long time, Ulanoyan didn't say anything.

After about an hour, Uranoyan finally saw 18527, sitting on the other end of the phone, his coarse gray prison uniform and trousers, his head had been shaved and his eyes were sunken, except for the occasional turning of his eyes. The big one of 1.8 meters is as thin as a thin bamboo pole, as if it is about to fall when the wind blows.

Ulanoyan and Olya's father seemed very restrained when they met, he could never have imagined that the two would meet on such an occasion. Ouranoyan sat there, not knowing what to say.

Olya's father spoke first and asked, "Are you?" “

Uranoyan replied, "I am... Olya's friend. “

When Olya's father heard Olya's name, his eyes lit up, and his lips quirmed and asked, "Olya, is she okay?" “

"Don't worry, she's fine," Uranoyan said. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian) to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m.qidian to read. )9