By the time Chen Zikun opened the door, the people had already walked away, and a mimeographed notice was posted on the door of No. 17 Hubu Street, and the name was filled in by hand, which showed that Chen Zikun was not the only one to participate in tomorrow's criticism meeting.

"Dad, you must not go." Chen Jiao was frightened.

Chen Zikun smiled faintly: "Go, you must go, I want to see how capable these grandsons are." ”

On the morning of the next day, the gymnasium in the provincial capital was overcrowded, and the Red Guard organizations from various schools and units gathered together to hold an inspiring meeting of 10,000 people.

The gymnasium was already full, and there were a group of old people standing on the stage, with an average age of over sixty-five years old, each with a heavy iron sign hanging around their necks, and a high papier-mâché hat on their heads, like old ghosts running out of the Yama Palace.

Slogans and slogans were posted everywhere in the venue, a statue of Chairman Mao was hung above the rostrum, and thousands of people sang revolutionary songs together, and the atmosphere was very warm.

In the song of the helmsman sailing on the sea, a group of female Red Guards walked up in a neat line, a water of green military uniforms, red armbands, red treasure books, thin little brute waist tied with an armed belt, black cloth shoes stepping on the right step, the little face was full of piety and solemnity, while walking, shouting the slogan: "The revolution is not guilty, the rebellion is justified!" "The footsteps sound on the floor.

The song slowly stopped, and the eyes of the audience focused on these heroic female Red Guards, a boy wearing highly myopic glasses held an accordion in the corner of the stage and played "On the Golden Mountain of Beijing", and the female Red Guards danced the Zhongzi dance in the music.

The girls sometimes raised their hands to show their love for the great leader, sometimes they stood lunges to show that they would always follow the great teacher, sometimes they pointed their fingers at the ground to smash the bourgeois reactionaries completely, and sometimes they clenched their fists to show that they would carry the revolution to the end.

Finally, the female Red Guards ended the dance in a classic style, followed by a handsome boy holding a red flag and jumping out, waving a large flag and hunting, the movements were extremely chic, full of proletarian pride and ambition.

The girls' eyes lit up, because this boy was none other than the No. 1 of all the Red Guards in the provincial capital, the commander of the Red General Division, Chen Zhong!

After Shuangxi was shot, Chen Zhong's brothers entered the orphanage, and the organization arranged for Chen Zhong to give many national tours, and he was used to seeing big scenes, and he learned a lot of things, and then the propaganda was reduced, and he was useless, and his academic performance fell again, seeing that he could not be admitted to university, the opportunity suddenly came, and the unprecedented Cultural Revolution began, compared to other students, Chen Zhong had a more keen sense of smell for political events, he was not the first person in Jiangdong to form the Red Guard organization, but he was the most successful person, after integration, Dozens of Red Guard combat teams in the provincial capital formed an alliance, and Chen Zhong served as the commander of the Red General Division, and even those college students had to listen to his orders.

Chen Zhong is tall with his father, one meter seventy-five, other people's adolescence can't eat enough, he is not tall, but because of the identity of a little hero, he is full of food, strong and strong, he is a sports student in the school, sprinting, long jumping, throwing shot put is a good hand, Zhou Zheng, who looks like a student, and has the aura of righteousness to destroy relatives, many girls who are just starting to fall in love with him have a crush on him, and he is definitely a man of the year in the school.

A red flag dance jumped down, Chen Zhong's face was not red, his heart was not beating or panting, he went backstage and threw the red flag to his comrades, took the tea jar handed over by his assistant Wang Xiaofei, and drank a big sip of cold white water.

Wang Xiaofei, the former high-ranking squadron leader, is now Chen Zhong's revolutionary follower, and he praised: "The commander-in-chief personally came to the stage to warm up, and the effect was surprisingly good!" The emotions of the revolutionary masses were aroused, and many fighters were slapped red. ”

Chen Zhong said lightly: "Xiaofei, have you all the targets for criticism?" ”

Wang Xiaofei said: "There is still one left." ”

Chen Zhong frowned: "Who is so arrogant, dare not come." ”

"Chan Tsz Kun."

"It's him, the number one reactionary." Chen Zhong sneered.

"Commander-in-Chief, why don't we start first?" Wang Xiaofei suggested.

"No, Chen Zikun must be indispensable in this criticism conference, otherwise it will be completely meaningless, and others will say that we only shoot flies and don't fight tigers." Chen Zhong insisted.

"Okay, I'll send someone to mention him."

"No, I'll go personally, you take the lead, and let the band play a few more revolutionary songs."

Suddenly, Wang Xiaofei's eyes widened, and he pointed to the entrance of the gymnasium and said, "He's here!" ”

……

Chen Zikun walked into the gymnasium, he walked very firmly, very steady, the 67-year-old man's waist was as straight as a javelin, and the spirit of looking at the world was not like being on the stage of criticism, but like giving a speech at the university.

Today, there are young students inside and outside the gymnasium, and this scene is somewhat similar to the scene when Chen Zikun gave a speech at Jiangdong University after the March 18 tragedy forty years ago, except that he was a high-spirited young overseer with thousands of tigers standing behind him, and now he is an old man, unarmed, and there is no one behind him.

As Chen Zikun walked into the venue, the noisy gymnasium slowly quieted down, thousands of pairs of eyes moved with his steps, and the old man, who had been retired for many years, was still there.

Chen Zikun came to the stage and slowly looked at the surrounding layout, the stadium was covered with red slogans more than ten meters long, this battle was similar to the 1936 Berlin Olympics, slogans, slogans, totems, are excellent propaganda tools that can make young people adrenaline secret.

Eight high-wattage iodine-tungsten lamps shone from all directions, and the stage was bright, and the targets of criticism were already in place, because the establishment was protected by the soldiers, and the Red General Division only caught some historical and rightist elements, and the people on the stage were all old acquaintances of Chen Zikun.

Yan Su, Chen Shou, Gai Longquan, Wang Sanliu, Zeng Jiao, Lin Wenlong, and some staff members who followed him back then.

These people, who stomped their feet and stomped Jiangdong three earthquakes, have become prisoners today, sweating and trembling under the spotlight, because of fear, because of pain, because the iron sign on their necks is too heavy.

None of them even dared to look up at Chan.

"Which one is your leader?" Chan said.

Chen Zhong appeared on the stage with two subordinates, he was wearing a washed white military uniform, an armed belt around his waist, and a military coat on his shoulders, extremely majestic, looking at Chen Zikun condescendingly.

This face Chen Zikun is too familiar, Chen Zhong looks like a seventeen-year-old Shuangxi poured out of a mold, when Shuangxi was still a small bandit in the Kushui Well pole, he was saved by the young Jiangbei Protector, and since then he has been loyal for decades.

Chen Zhong was very angry, because his limelight was robbed by Chen Zikun, he broke off and shouted: "Chen Zikun! You still haven't confessed and confessed to the people! ”

Did this roar bring Chen Zikun back to reality from memory, the young man on the stage was not double happiness, but his wolf-hearted rebel Chen Zhong!

Chen Zikun raised his head slightly, looked at this young man who was enough to be his grandson, and said: "You are seventeen this year, you were only so big when you were born, with yellow hair, your name is still given by me, so that you are loyal to the nation and the country." ”

"Shut up, don't be close to our Commander-in-Chief Chen!" Wang Xiaofei pointed at Chen Zikun's nose and shouted.

Chen Zikun smiled dumbly and said, "Commander-in-Chief Chen, who?" Chen Zhong? Have you ever shot or killed someone? How many soldiers did you bring? How many battles have you fought? Do you dare to call yourself the commander-in-chief when you have all your hair! ”

At first, his tone was very calm, but later it became more and more harsh, and it was simply an angry reprimand.

Chen Zhong's face was blue and white for a while, he felt that although he was standing tall, he was still much shorter than Chen Zikun in the audience, and shouted angrily: "Chen Zikun, you don't rely on the old and sell the old, the older you are, the more reactionary you are, the older you are, the more cunning you are, come on, bring him up!" ”

The two Red Guards jumped down to grab Chen Zikun's arm, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, who was unable to eat enough due to natural disasters during adolescence, and was very poorly developed, as thin as bean sprouts, less than 1.7 meters tall, standing behind Chen Zikun, like a straw dog standing next to a lion.

Chen Zikun said: "Don't charge, I will leave by myself." After that, he went straight to the stage, stood at the front, and swept his eyes over the old subordinates one by one, these old men who were in their old age avoided his gaze and did not dare to look at each other.

A Red Guard took an iron sign that had been prepared long ago, with the words "History***, Speculator, Warlord Leader" written on it in black paint, and also made a cross with red paint.

Chen Zikun looked at it contemptuously and said, "I'm old, and I can't hang up the iron brand." ”

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy was wearing a plus-size military uniform, looking very funny, but the expression on his face was extremely serious, and he shouted in the voice of a male duck who was still in the voice change period: "Then you hang it up, if you don't hang it, it's the current ***!" ”

Chen Zikun said: "Whether I am guilty or not, it is determined by the organization and the court, what kind of institution are you?" This is called abusive lynching. ”

The young man said: "Tell you, we are Chairman Mao's good soldiers, General Secretary of the Red Army!" I warn you, hang up the sign immediately, or you will bear all the consequences! ”

Chen Zikun still wanted to tease him, but suddenly Chen Shou on the side said in a low voice: "Hang it up, it's early." ”

The longer Chen Zikun delays, the more they suffer, it is better to end the criticism as soon as possible, let these children have a good time, and go home to eat and rest.

Helpless, Chen Zikun had to hang up the iron sign by himself, the brand is very heavy, hanging on his neck with an iron wire, if he didn't wear a thick cotton jacket in winter, he could strangle the neck bleeding, hanging the brand, his head involuntarily drooped down, but Chen Zikun still stood upright, he was originally tall, standing in the middle of a group of people who bowed their heads and confessed their crimes, like standing out from the crowd, not like the history of being criticized, but like the indomitable revolutionary pioneer in the reactionary court.

A girl with pigtails walked up to the stage, her sleeves rolled up, revealing her white and slender arms, knocked on the microphone, there was a whistling electromagnetic sound, the girl adjusted the distance, fed twice, and then said in a straight voice: "Comrades-in-arms, comrades, the 10,000-person criticism meeting starts now!" ”

Chen Zikun recognized that this girl was Yan Su's little granddaughter Yan Xiaodong.