Heiwa has been in prison for less than a month, and no one has come to visit, which is forbidden. He was interrogated only twice, and he was charged with three crimes: first, the bandit leader mutilated the masses; 2. Encirclement and suppression of the Red Thirty-sixth Army; 3. Killing ** people. Heiwa confessed to all the crimes of being a second thumb in the bandit cottage, and only reminded the people's judge: "I learned to be a good person later?" Regarding the crime of exterminating the Red 36th Army, Heiwa made a full defense, it was done by the thumb leader, only injured a sentry on the roof, and then distributed silver dollars and tobacco to other Red Army soldiers as coils out of the mountain, and took the political commissar Lu Zhaopeng up the mountain to cure the gunshot wound...... The young people's judge laughed disdainfully without listening to Heiwa's defense, ridiculing Lu Zhaoqian's life and his name, and arranging the credit was as bizarre as making up the story, which was too immodest. As for the killing of the ** member Chen Shewa, Heiwa was furious: "That's not a ** member, it's a traitor to the guerrillas!" He secretly insulted the women in the mountains in the Qinling guerrillas, and after the incident, he fled out of the mountains in fear of being punished, and found my disciples. He didn't know that I was an old friend of Tailor Han, the political commissar of the Qinling guerrillas, and when I asked the political commissar Han if he wanted this member, the political commissar Han said, 'If people have defected to you, you can send them away.' I'll let my men smash him!" Only in this case did the judge listen carefully to his argument and said, "We will look into it again." ”

When Heiwa returned to the number, she remembered one more thing, knowing that the scope of the punishment of the traitor Chen Shewa was very small, and a few days later, only Bai Xiaowen asked him when the regiment headquarters held a meeting. Thinking of this, Heiwa suddenly doubted in her heart, could this crime be provided by Bai Xiaowen? But he couldn't confront him, and he couldn't be sure that Bai Xiaowen was not the only one who knew about it.

The second trial was still another review of those three counts, and this time Heiwa vehemently and resolutely rejected the second and third counts, and only partially admitted to the banditry listed in the first. He unequivocally stated to the judge: "The uprising of the Zishui County Security Corps was planned by Lu Zhaopeng and initiated and carried out by me, and the entire process from the proposal of the uprising to the victory of the uprising was led by me; Among the seven or eight counties closest to the city around Xi'an, Zishui County is the only one that has not successfully staged an uprising with a knife or a gun, and I have never dared to say that I have contributed to the revolution. As for the crimes listed in Articles 2 and 3, they are completely misunderstood......"

Heiwa's plea actually accelerated the conclusion of his case. Three days later, the third interrogation in succession only fulfilled a simple procedure to announce the results of the trial, and all three counts were fully evidenced, and Heiwa's defense became a ridiculous denial. Heiwa was dumbfounded when he heard the death sentence announced, and the judge asked him what else he had to say, and he shook his head. After being escorted back to prison, Heiwa was given a different house, with only a hole in the airtight wall that could fit into a medium-sized yellow bowl, and shackles made of cast iron were smashed into her ankles. Two days later, his wife, Gao Yufeng, came to visit with her only son, the only person he had seen since he had been imprisoned for more than 20 days. He could only see most of his wife's face through the hole where he was stepping out of the rice bowl, his face was full of tears and snot, and her mouth could not speak, but it opened and closed, closed and opened, like the mouth of a catfish fished out of the water and thrown on the beach. Heiwa said, "You're going to find Zhaopeng." You can't find it, but if you die, let your son find it. Gao Yufeng cried out at this time, and then hugged his son up. He saw his son's little face embedded in the hole and called out "Daddy". Heiwa turned around suddenly, and he couldn't bear to see the eyebrows that looked like himself, and he fell down like a tree trunk that had been sawn off by Qi Root.

When Bai Jiaxuan heard the news of Heiwa's imprisonment, he panicked. The next day, the rooster got up and went down to Bailuyuan with a blanket on his back. When he stepped on the wooden plank bridge on the Zishui River with his waist bent and cautiously, someone recognized him as the father of the first magistrate of Zishui County after the liberation, and respectfully stretched out his hands to help him cross the bridge. Bai Jiaxuan waved his cane, opened the pair of supporting hands, and stepped onto the creaking single-plank bridge without raising his head. When he walked into his son Bai Xiaowen's office, he raised his head, his face was full of murder, and his language was straight to the point: "I am willing to guarantee Heiwa!" Bai Xiaowen was stunned for a moment, and then smiled with relief. He removed the thick thread woven "Bai Kee" blanket from his father's shoulder, helped his father to sit down on the chair, and poured down a cup of tea. This was the first time he received his father in the county seat since he became the county magistrate, and he felt very happy. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, when the county town celebrated the first Lantern Festival in New China with traditional fireworks, he invited his father, younger brother and sister-in-law to the county seat to watch, but his father did not come, and he also forbade his younger brother and sister-in-law. Bai Jiaxuan pinched the teacup and repeated: "I will guarantee the black baby today." Bai Xiaowen laughed: "The new government doesn't look at people's face, and those who should be sentenced will be sentenced, and those who should not be sentenced will not be wronged, what old saying you said about which dynasty and which generation!" Bai Jiaxuan was disgusted by his son's laughter and indifferent attitude: "Didn't Heiwa get involved with you?" Can't you let him be the county magistrate, and can't you let him go back to the original to farm and work on the crops?" Bai Xiaowen's face changed suddenly: "Dad! You don't dare to talk nonsense anymore, you don't understand the new policies of the people's government. You talk nonsense and violate the policy. The cadres in the house went in and out, busily reporting to the county magistrate Bai for instructions. Bai Jiaxuan still couldn't help but say: "This black baby has learned well." If a person learns well, he should tolerate it. Bai Xiaowen said to his father: "You go to my dormitory to rest first, and I will accompany you after work, Dad!"

The rally to suppress Heiwa was the largest in the living memory of the villagers in Bailu Plain. The time is chosen on the second day of the second lunar month, when the dragon raises its head, and the traditional ancient meeting day in Bailu Town. The news was sent out from the Zishui County People's Government as early as three days ago, and was conveyed to various villages through the newly established Bailu Township People's Government. In accordance with the instructions of the county government, several cadres of the township government ran around the clock in the villages, informing them that all men, women, and children were not allowed to move freely, and that they were to go to meetings without permission, and that they should be summoned by village cadres and militia captains to line up to go there. The villagers had never marched in formation, either crowded into a tower or broken in a sequence. The militiamen, with red sleeves on their arms, pushed and shoved, pushing the men and women who were standing and squatting in a writhing way to where they should stand. Many villages have not yet prepared a red flag, so they still hold out the lace dragon flag used to send incense to Sanguan Temple in previous years, but the dragon graphic is torn off and the name of the village is pasted. The venue was set up in the open field between the south side of Bailu Town and the primary school, and the teams from each village settled down in the area demarcated by the gray line. When a group of heavily armed PLA soldiers escorted three condemned prisoners onto a makeshift stage, the entire venue was flooded, and all previous efforts to put order in order were in vain.

When Heiwa was escorted to the stage, he learned that Yue Weishan and Tian Fuxian were also executed with him. When he was unshackled and pushed out of the cell with only one hole, he thought about the end of life. Then he was tied his arms again, pushed into a trailer carriage, and was escorted by four PLA troops on the road in the middle of the night. When the carriage drove up Bailuyuan, the sky was slightly dawning. Based on his feelings, he accurately judged that he was back in place, and couldn't help but say, "It's a blessing to let me lie down on my place!" He stood at the entrance of the stage, lowered his head slightly, his chest was depressed, and he turned around and said to Bai Xiaowen, who was sitting in the middle of the rostrum, "I can't be shot all the way with them, please execute me alone, I only ask you for this one thing!" No one paid any attention to him. He was twisted by the escorted warriors. Heiwa bowed her head deeply.

County Magistrate Bai Xiaowen delivered a speech. Four representatives from all walks of life made indictment speeches. Finally, the death sentence and the order for immediate execution were pronounced by a military court.

Bai Jiaxuan uncharacteristically participated in this huge rally. He has never lacked enthusiasm and curiosity about such lively events, and would rather lose his clothes and stomp on the ginning machine in sweat than squeeze into the human den to watch the monkey selling strong pills performance, even if it is a murderous occasion that has not been encountered for decades. When the arsonist was shot by the Zhen Song Army, he did not go; When Tian Fuxian shot Lu Zhaopeng outside the west wall of the primary school, he didn't go; This time, he participated in the rally to suppress the counter-revolution, Yue Wei, Yamada Fuxian, and Luheiwa. The intention of choosing the location of this major event in Bailuyuan is very obvious, and two of the three criminals who were suppressed were from the plains, and only Yue Weishan was a foreigner; The county magistrate Bai, who presided over this major event, is also the original master. Bai Jiaxuan followed at the end of the queue in Bailu Village, because his back was too hunched, and his movements were slow to catch up. He walked into the venue with his hands behind his back, still standing at the back of the queue, and saw his son Xiaowen sitting in the middle of the high platform from a distance, and suddenly remembered the scene of finding the white deer elf in the slow slope on that snowy morning. In the chaos of the PLA soldiers escorting the condemned prisoner to the stage, he surged with tremendous strength, and suddenly squeezed to the front of the stage, and at first glance saw Heiwa's burnt and chapped lips and bloodshot eyes. The moment Heiwa saw him, she lowered her head, and clear tears fell down one by one. Bai Jiaxuan didn't look at it anymore, turned around and walked away. He didn't look at what kind of faces Tian Fuxian and Yue Weishan were standing in a row with Heiwa, he had nothing to do with these two people. Bai Jiaxuan withdrew from the human nest, and heard the voice of Lu Zilin calling out from the stage, and the nine security chiefs of Bailuyuan were sent to fight to receive education. He left the venue with his hands behind his back and walked into Bailu Town, which was closed and closed, as if he had a rope tied to his ankle, and I don't know if the end of the rope was in Heiwa's hand or Xiaowen's hand? He staggered, walked and stopped, rubbed to the door of Mr. Leng's Chinese medicine hall, heard a string of gunshots, and fell on the threshold as soon as it was dark.

When Bai Jiaxuan woke up, he found that he was lying on his kang, and he was very surprised to see the faces of many relatives. He soon noticed that the faces of these people looked very awkward, so he touched his face with his hand, only to realize that his left eye was blindfolded, and the awkward feeling was the result of looking at people with one eye. Bai Xiaowen leaned down and called "Dad". Bai Jiaxuan opened his right eye and asked what happened? Xiaowen just comforted him to calm down and recuperate, don't ask yet. Bai Jiaxuan turned his head sideways and saw Mr. Leng sitting on the chair: "Are you also hiding from your brother?" Mr. Leng said: "Brother, your illness is 'blinded by blood and qi'. You complain that I am ruthless. Bai Jiaxuan still couldn't fully understand: "You speak thoroughly." Only then did Mr. Leng tell him that when he fell on the threshold of the Chinese medicine hall, his fingers were pinched and he couldn't break them, his legs couldn't bend back like two hard sticks, and the eyeball of his left eye bulged out like a bell, which was completely a bag of blood. He had only one case of this disease in his life, and it was contracted by an old widow in Sangzhi Village, Nanyuan. She was widowed for half a lifetime, and pulled her two sons to adulthood, and when the brothers separated from each other, they broke their heads and bloodshed for their property, broke their arms and legs, and the old widow was so angry that she fell to the ground blindfolded. When Mr. Leng was invited, it was too late, and the blood bubbles on his eyeballs, which were as thin as cicada's wings, had already burst, and blood was gushing out of the holes until the old widow died. Mr. Leng said, "I didn't have time to consult anyone before I moved the knife. I'm afraid that the blood blisters will burst, so I can't get rid of it. Bai Jiaxuan touched the strip of cloth covering his left eye, and smiled indifferently: "You should have let it break in the first place!" Everyone comforted Bai Jiaxuan one after another. Bai Xiaowen reminded Mr. Leng in a low voice: "Uncle, this matter will be said again in the future, and I am afraid that it will not have a good impact if it spreads." ”

A month later, Bai Jiaxuan reappeared in the village alley of Bailu Village, with a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose. It was an ancestral pair of crystal stone glasses, with two hard brass legs, and a black ribbon was worn over the top of the head to prevent them from falling and breaking. Bai Jiaxuan didn't feel the strong and awe-inspiring momentum in the past, but felt that it was completely unnecessary, especially as the father of the county magistrate Bai, he should show a great humility in the township, which was the final result of his repeated reflection in the month when he lay on the kang to recuperate his eye injury. The slightly brown lenses protect the good eye on the right, and also cover the blindness of the left eyeball that was gouged out by Mr. Leng's knife, and the left eye has sunken into an ugly pothole. His complexion was moist and soft, the skin on his face and all his organs were no longer tense, and all of them showed the peace and detachment of a man of insight in the world, and the sudden increase in gray hair and his glasses added to the philosopher's bearing. He himself was on crutches in one hand, and he pulled the ox to the original slope to put green, and stood on the slope for a long time to stare at the peaks of the South Mountain in the twilight in the distance.

Bai Jiaxuan led the cow home, and stopped when he saw Lu Zilin on the side of the road outside the village. On a knee-high plateau, Lu Zilin lay on the wheat field that had returned to green, using a discarded sickle blade to dig out the tuber rhizome of the goat grandmother in the grass. His cotton coat and trousers were broken and sewn everywhere, strands of dirty cotton sleeves hung from him, his gray hair was like discarded pieces of tattered felt, his ears and neck were scratched, his face was smeared with muces, snot and ash, and his hands were completely crow's claws. He crawled on the ground and twisted his waist and legs, digging out a tender goat from the grass with all his might, picking it up and rubbing it, stuffing it into his mouth along with the dirt, the skin and flesh on his whole cheek moved happily with the sweet chewing of his mouth, and the corners of his mouth were covered with dirt and the white juice of the goat. Lu Zilin raised his head and stared at Bai Jiaxuan, then hurriedly lowered his head, covered a piece of goat's grandmother's stem with his left arm, and muttered: "If you want to eat it, you can find it yourself, this is what I found, I will take it all!" Bai Jiaxuan leaned forward and asked, "Zilin, you really don't recognize me?" Lu Zilin didn't raise his head, but was busy digging: "Recognize and recognize, I don't have anyone in the original!" Hurry up and herd your cows, I'm busy!" When Bai Jiaxuan judged that this person had indeed lost all his life memories, he stopped talking.

Lu Zilin was escorted to the stage by the militia to fight, and when he saw Yue Weishan, Tian Fuxian, and Lu Heiwa, who were about to be executed, he felt that the loaded bullet would graze his ears and shoot into the heads of the three people. The difference between the tips of the ears and the head is only half an inch. When he saw Bai Xiaowen, who was presiding over this suppression of the counter-revolutionary rally, he shouted in his heart: "Grandpa Tian, the Lu family still can't get the Bai family!" When he and the other nine security chiefs slipped in a row and stood in front of the crowded villagers, they listened to one person after another jumping on the stage to accuse Yue, Tian and Heiwa of their crimes, and the audience was louder than the slogans demanding the execution of these three people. Lu Zilin felt overwhelmed, his legs were weak several times and he almost fell to his knees. Suddenly, there was a bang in my head, as if the heavy weight on my shoulders had been unloaded by someone, and my body was as light as paper ashes. The people crowded in front of Lu Zilin smelled a stench, and some people laughed in surprise and shouted: "Lu Zilin is so scared that he has a crotch of his pants!" Many people covered their noses and mouths, but they competed to see Lu Zilin. The feces and urine flowed down the trunks of the cotton pants, poured into the shoes and socks, and overflowed to the ground under their feet, and the stench quickly spread to the venue. After the militia found out, they asked Bai Xiaowen for advice, and when they got permission, they pushed Lu Zilin out of the venue.

Mr. Leng's Chinese medicine and acupuncture could not do anything against Lu Zilin, and he was tied to a tree by his family and poured bowl after bowl of decoction, still urinating and peeing in his crotch. His spiritual life had come to an end, and there was not a single trace of spiritual life that continued to be delayed. The woman, Lu He, no longer gave him a change of clothes and pants, but only stuffed him with a bowl of rice or a bun during the meal, and pushed him out the back door, and the new and urine on his body were enough to suffocate everyone. At night he curled up with the yellow dog, often grabbing leftovers from the dog's food bowl and stuffing them into his mouth.

Bai Jiaxuan watched Lu Zilin dig out a large piece of wet soil, and threw a bunch of severed goat grandmother vines, and suddenly remembered that Lu Zilin's slow slope land was used as a cover to make a cemetery, and the county magistrate of his son Xiaowen may be the result of the shade of this feng shui treasure land. He leaned down, holding his cane in both hands, staring into Lu Zilin's eyes and said, "Zilin, I can't stand you." I will do this unseemly thing for the rest of my life, and I will pay off your debts and make up for your heart in the next life. Lu Zilin handed a fresh goat grandmother to him: "Give it to you, you can eat, let's be good!" Bai Jiaxuan shook his head lightly, and couldn't help but shed tears when he turned around.

After the fourth month of the lunar calendar, the temperature rises sharply, and Lu Zilin often runs around the village naked. Lu He locked him in the firewood house for half a year. Every night, he howled, cried, and sang, and the people of the village were accustomed to it. On the night when the first cold wave hit Bailuyuan after winter, Lu Zilin's howl was heard in the first half of the night, but he was quiet in the second half of the night. At dawn, his woman, Lu Heshi, found that he had stiffened, and the feces and urine in the cotton pants he had just put on had turned into yellow wax and ice cubes......

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