After the August 18 National Parade, Red Guards from all over the country returned to all directions, bringing the flame of the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution back to the white mountains and black waters, on both sides of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, and to every city and every corner of the country.

Zheng Jiefu didn't leave, he lived in a small courtyard in Xicheng District, which was the family area of senior cadres of the Ministry of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry, and the house was organizationally assigned to his father.

My father was more majestic than before, and in the hot summer, like most leading cadres, he wore a white short-sleeved shirt, silver-gray pants, ochre plastic sandals, and dark nylon socks, and rode in and out of a shiny Volga car, with a briefcase for the secretary to hold.

In the evening of that day, Zheng Zeru walked into his son's bedroom with his hands behind his back and asked him about his recent studies.

"You're only thirteen years old, you're still at the age of studying, **** is too early for you, you don't want to go back to Jiangdong, just stay in Beijing, I'll write to your mother." Zheng Zeru couldn't help but say something, and deprived his son of the power of revolution.

Jeff was still young, not yet in the rebellious period of his youth, although he was dissatisfied with his father's decision, he had to give in, and since then he has lived here in a simple place, and the thousands of books in his father's study are the ocean of knowledge he wanders in, but he can also sink his heart.

As everyone knows, the world has already been turned upside down outside, and a new round of "breaking the four olds" movement has begun on the land of China.

There is a large radio imported from the Soviet Union in his father's study, with a gold velvet and mahogany shell, which can listen to short waves.

"We cheer for the proletarian revolutionary and rebellious spirit of the young Red Guards in Beijing!" The golden monkey rose up with a thousand sticks, and Yuyu clarified thousands of miles. Using Mao Zedong Thought as a weapon, the young Red Guards are sweeping away the dust of all the old ideas, old cultures, old customs, and old habits of the exploiting class. If you don't have a broom, the dust won't run away on its own as usual. Thousands of Red Guards raised their iron brooms and, in just a few days, swept away many of these old customs and habits, which represented the ideology of the exploiting class. ”

Zheng Jiefu's thoughts flew to the distant Jiangdong, and if he was with his classmates, he would definitely have participated in this great movement to break the four olds, launching a thunderous general attack on the exploiting class.

Suddenly, the radio was turned off, and my father said in a cold voice: "You are not allowed to listen to the radio from today onwards, Dad has helped you find a tutor, you can concentrate on studying." ”

A young woman in her twenties stood behind her father, very intellectual and gentle, dressed in a white bragi, like a white lotus in a lotus pond under the moonlight.

"Teacher Meng Xiaolin is a faculty member of the College of Forestry and Animal Husbandry, and she is in charge of your cultural courses." Father said.

Teacher Meng stepped forward and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Mr. Jeff. ”

Zheng Jiefu woke up like a dream, shook hands with Teacher Meng, and he smelled the aroma of Teacher Meng, which smelled very good and refreshing.

The College of Forestry and Animal Husbandry is a college directly under the Ministry of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry, and it has recently broken the four olds, and the school has long been suspended, so my father asked Mr. Meng to tutor Zheng Jiefu in his homework, Meng Xiaolin is not very old, twenty-two years old, speaks authentic and good Mandarin, her Russian is very good, and the tongue curl pronunciation is very standard, and she is worthy of being a graduate of the College of Foreign Chinese.

During this time, little Jeff forgot about the revolution and politics, and his mind was full of Mr. Meng's graceful shadow, and he even had the courage to propose to his father that Meng Xiaolin should live at home, so that he could tutor himself sooner or later.

Zheng Zeru seriously criticized him, saying that Mr. Meng also has a personal life, so let the family live at home, isn't it the same as the bourgeois young master in the old society.

Zheng Jiefu accepted the criticism, he felt that his careful thoughts had been noticed by his father, and he couldn't help but be ashamed.

Meng Xiaolin still comes to Zheng Jiefu every day to help him with his homework, in addition to Chinese, mathematics and Russian, he also teaches him to play the guitar and sing Russian songs, Meng Xiaolin holds the guitar and sings the evening outside Moscow, the white calves under the skirt are folded, and the toes are crystal clear in the white plastic sandals.

"Teacher Meng, why are you only wearing one piece of clothing?" Zheng Jiefu hesitated again and again, but still raised this question, he couldn't figure out that Meng Xiaolin wore white bragi seven days a week, and she could still be spotless, could it be that she was really the incarnation of the White Lotus? Out of the mud without staining.

Meng Xiaolin leaned back with a smile, leaned over and pointed at Zheng Jiefu's forehead with her spring-like fingers and said, "Silly, my sister likes white dresses, there are seven of the same, change one every day, understand?" ”

In an instant, Zheng Jiefu saw the spring light that he shouldn't have seen, he was intoxicated, and his nose bleeded, Meng Xiaolin panicked, and quickly asked Zheng Jiefu to lie down, and stirred a cold towel to cover his forehead.

At this moment, Zheng Jiefu felt that happiness was about to overflow.

In the evening, my father came back in a special car, and Meng Xiaolin was about to go back, so she said hello to her father, "Hello Minister Zheng." Father, as usual, didn't even make eye contact with Meng Xiaolin, nodded lukewarmly, and said, "Go slowly." ”

After dinner, my father picked up his briefcase and said, "The ministry has a meeting in the evening, so don't run around at home." After saying that, I went out in the car.

Zheng Jiefu read a Russian book for an hour and fell asleep with a lot of thoughts.

That night, he saw Meng Xiaolin in his sleep, the two walked hand in hand by the lotus pond, the strange thing is that he grew up, a head taller than Teacher Meng, wearing a neat white shirt and gray trousers, the trouser line is straight, and the reflection in the water looks like a pair made in heaven.

Suddenly, Meng Xiaolin ran up, shouting as she ran: "Come and chase me." ”

Zheng Jiefu ran over and quickly caught up with Meng Xiaolin, and the two rolled on the green grass......

Suddenly, Zheng Jiefu woke up from a dream, felt that the crotch of his pants was very wet, unbuttoned his belt and saw that there was a white thing on the top of his pants, he felt extremely ashamed, fortunately the night was dark, no one found out, and hurriedly took off his pants and went to the bathroom to rinse.

Zheng Jiefu went out of the bathroom and wanted to go upstairs, but when his father entered the door, Zheng Zeru's face was not very good, and he said coldly: "Come here." ”

"Daddy, I'...... It was too hot, so I took a shower. Zheng Jiefu said.

"Well, it's autumn, be careful of catching a cold and go to bed early," Zheng Zeru said, stepping upstairs.

Suddenly, a familiar smell wafted into his nose, and Zheng Jiefu banged in his head, as if he had been struck by lightning, this is the unique fragrance of Mr. Meng's body, which has long been deeply imprinted in his mind, and it will never be wrong! How could there be a smell of Meng Xiaolin on his father!

Could it be ...... Fourteen-year-old Zheng Jiefu didn't dare to think about it, and that night, tossing and turning, sleepless all night.

The next day, Teacher Meng came to teach Zheng Jiefu on time, she was still happy like a bird, only occasionally retching, Meng Xiaolin likes to eat snacks, specially brought plum candy, and peeled one for Zheng Jiefu to eat.

Zheng Jiefu ate the sweet and sour plum candy, still frowning, he wanted to ask Teacher Meng, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only hold it in his heart.

Two days later, when the father returned home, he did not go directly into the study as usual, but sat on the sofa in the living room, called his son to him, and said earnestly: "Xiaojie, you should go back." ”

"Why? Didn't you say that I was left to study in Beijing? Zheng Jiefu panicked, and intuitively thought that his father wanted to separate himself from Teacher Meng.

Zheng Zeru said: "The situation has changed, Beijing is not a pure land, you should go back to Jiangdong first......"

The piercing doorbell rang, the nanny at home opened the courtyard door, and a group of young people wearing military uniforms and red armbands poured in, rolling up their sleeves and carrying artificial leather belts, and shouted for a handsome young man: "Where is Zheng Zeru?" ”

Zheng Zeru stood at the door: "I am Zheng Zeru, which school are you from?" And is there any organizational discipline? ”

The handsome young man said: "We are the Red Guards of the Forestry and Animal Husbandry Academy, today we are here to fight you, the largest capitalist authority in the Ministry of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry, on behalf of the Academy's Wanli Snow Combat Team, I inform you that you will come to the college auditorium in the afternoon to accept criticism, if you are late or do not arrive, all the consequences will be borne by you!" ”

After that, he waved his hand: "Comrades-in-arms, let's go and go to the next one." ”

The Red Guards came violently, walked violently, like a tornado blowing, Zheng Jiefu suddenly understood his father's painstaking efforts, Beijing is not only not a pure land, but also extremely unsafe.

In the afternoon, his father resolutely went to the Forestry and Animal Husbandry College to accept criticism, he had to go, because there was no one in the ministry to protect him, and he had become a loner.

Before leaving, Zheng Zeru told his son not to go out, but Zheng Jiefu still changed into the costume of a Red Guard, wore an armband, and secretly rushed to the Forestry and Animal Husbandry Academy.

The college is in Haidian, just by bus, as soon as he entered the school gate, Zheng Jiefu was infected by this revolutionary atmosphere, there were big-character posters everywhere, everywhere was by the tweeter lotus pond, a heroic female Red Guard stood on the platform made of desks, holding an iron horn and shouting: "Revisionist rule of the academy for 17 years, not now, but when!" We're going to be arrogant, we're going to be rude, we're going to knock them to the ground, and we're going to step on one foot again! ”

A large group of Red Guards below applauded.

Zheng Jiefu's eyes were attracted by a white lotus in the lotus pond, this white lotus is so much like Teacher Meng.

Suddenly, a student ran over and shouted: "Everyone go to the auditorium, criticize Zheng Zeru, the capitalist roader." ”

The students rushed over like a tide, and Jeff Zheng was also caught in it and entered the college auditorium.

In the auditorium, the iodine-tungsten lamp emitted a dazzling light, shining on the capitalist roaders on the stage, standing in the center was his father, his two arms were held down, his head was poked forward, and a big sign was hung around his neck, on which were big black characters: big hooligan, big capitalist roader, Zheng Zeru, and his name was also crossed with a red pen.

Zheng Jiefu was shocked to find that Meng Xiaolin was also on the stage, trembling with her head down, and there were two heroic female Red Guards standing behind her, her white bragi was splashed with ink, her jet-black hair was cut into a yin and yang head, half bald and half haired, and the sign on her chest read: Female hooligan, stinky **.

The auditorium was deafening, full of slogans to bring down so-and-so, Zheng Jiefu quietly withdrew, passing by the lotus pond to take a look, the white lotus had been broken away, and only the bare stems remained.