01 The special death of a special person - A-001

The sound of a car's horn woke Guo Sanri from his contemplation. Through the screen of the monitor, he saw a black Buick van parked in front of the gate. This is a very modern cemetery, only a few kilometers away from the public funeral home in the city, so the price of the cemetery is naturally not cheap, since it is expensive, the hardware conditions must naturally keep up. The people who do this business still have some conscience, you say it is because of feudal superstition, because of the kindness in the depths of people's hearts, anyway, the boss of this business, in addition to making money, still talks about morality. Otherwise, it would be too normal for Guo Sanri, a young man, to come over and give him a three-month probationary period first, and his salary will be paid according to the minimum security standard. But although people felt that Guo Sanri, this kid, was a little strange, and added additional conditions to the contract that were beneficial to him, he still signed it according to normal treatment, which is already a very conscientious boss.

Guo Sanri carried the walkie-talkie, sorted out his white shirt, came to the gate, and asked the group for the relevant documents of the cemetery, and asked them to follow in after a thing similar to the real estate certificate. Normally, the family members are all in the past, Guo Sanri only needs to check the documents and let the family members in, as if the property staff will not take you into the house. But Guo Sanri's cemetery is a little special, one is that the area is too large, this is the second phase, but it only occupies a corner of the entire plan. The second is that the second phase has just been applied, the pavement is new, and the first phase belongs to the pilot development, the area is not large, and it has already been allocated to all aspects, even if there is unused, it has already been reserved, and the new family members are generally purchased at a high price for the second phase of commercial use, and it is easy to go wrong if no one takes it. Guo Sanri asked them to park their cars in the parking lot next to the gate, and led the group up to the road planted with pines and cypresses on both sides. The section of this road that is straight to the gate is not very long, and it is built on the top of the mountain, with some twists and turns, and it takes about ten minutes to walk the whole way to the second phase of the first garden. Guo Sanri walked with the group, and an older middle-aged man followed him with a black jar in his hand. Behind this man, a middle-aged woman a few years younger, also held an identical jar in her hand. Although Guo Sanri has not been doing this for a long time, he has also heard that traditional Chinese culture pays attention to reunion, and even if the person is gone, it is usually buried together by husband and wife. But what made him feel strange was that there was only one photo of these two jars, and an old man with kind eyes, short gray hair, and a serious expression was lonely on it. If you can't even get a photo in this era, it's a bit too much, not to mention that if two people are really buried together, the relationship is not ordinary, how can there be only one person's photo, not even a group photo. Thinking of this, Guo Sanri's curiosity couldn't be suppressed, and he couldn't help but open the conversation. "Sir, watch your step—you are holding your ......" "Oh, father!" "He's alone?" "Uh-huh,......" ...... Obviously, this sad middle-aged man's mood is not too low, Guo Sanri actually learned about the bizarre life of this old man under the rhythm of this question and answer.

02 The Special Death of a Special Person - A-001 (2)

The old man's name is Ji Puzhi, born in 1920 before the liberation, and holding his ashes in front is his eldest son, named Ji Sichun. The middle-aged woman in the back was his youngest daughter Ji Siyu. When the old man Ji Fuzhi was young, he was originally a businessman, and he also accumulated a certain amount of savings, so he did not have any troubles in life. Before 1945, he came into contact with the Chinese underground party, and his enthusiasm was stimulated, and he decided to donate all his net worth overnight, and joined the party's underground organization wholeheartedly.

When the whole country was liberated in 1949, he was sent to Taiwan due to work needs to continue to collect intelligence on the enemy. The three of his companions were all Kuomintang officers, and he held a lower position, and when he was outside, he was under the orders of another comrade, "Wu Chiren." In this way, the three comrades formed a simple relationship between their superiors and subordinates on the surface, which was also to facilitate communication and work. Not long ago, it was precisely because of the inadequacy of intelligence that the mainland mobilized a division of naval forces to launch an attack on Jindao, but the results were not ideal, and they did not take Jindao and suffered heavy losses. It may be precisely because of this eagerness to get results that the work of the three people was negligent. Wu Chiren got into a verbal altercation with a local ruffian when he went out to pick up a newspaper one morning and was invited into the police station. When he first entered, the police were very polite to him and told him to fill in a few friends as contacts before he could go out, but after he wrote out the names and contact information of his two colleagues, the police immediately sent someone to arrest him. It turned out that the whole thing was a trap designed by Taiwan's special department, and another colleague was unfortunately arrested. The old man Ji Puzhi was spared because he went to other places to transfer information and was about to leave Taiwan, but unfortunately although the information was sent, the procedures for leaving Taiwan were not obtained, which means that the old man may not be able to go back. To make matters worse, the communication of this small island is unusually developed, and two of his colleagues are arrested for gathering intelligence, and his personal information quickly spreads throughout the island. Years of business acumen helped him make a decision, cities are designated not to go, no matter how big or small, as long as it is a densely populated town, he can't go, so where else can he go? At this time, a figure suddenly flashed in his mind, a pair of honest father and daughter. It was when the Kuomintang had just secretly withdrawn into Taiwan, and the father and daughter followed them to the dock as laborers, but they were not qualified to get on the boat, and the Kuomintang wanted to send the father and daughter away after paying the completion money. But at that time, money did not mean anything to the father and daughter. The fear of the future makes them like people who have fallen into the sea, and the only thing that makes sense to them is a floating board, and this floating board in front of them is this boat. If they can't go up, then what's the use of asking for money? The two women rushed to the boat like crazy, and were blocked back by the soldier's **. The girl fell to the ground, her shabby short clothes did not wrap her body well, her plump breasts rose and fell through the neckline with her breathing, but there was no expression on her equally pale face, and her eyes were frighteningly large, looking vacantly ahead. All this happened to be seen by the old man Ji Puzhi who boarded the ship at that time, when he was still a young officer of the national army, according to the regulations of his age and rank, he could bring his family, but at that time he only went to Taiwan by himself. Meeting this father and daughter was as if they had been arranged for him in the dark. So he stepped forward and reprimanded the soldiers, and took the father and daughter aboard. After arriving in Taiwan, due to life and work, he settled his father and daughter in a comfortable mountain courtyard nearby. Usually, if it's okay, he only asks people to send money and some necessary daily necessities on time, and every time the delivery address is in a nearby town, and the old man takes his daughter to pick it up by himself, so it seems that this place is undoubtedly the only place he can go to now.

03 The Special Death of a Special Person - A-001 (3)

Taking advantage of the night, Ji Puzhi dragged his legs to the door of this small courtyard and slammed the courtyard door a few times. After a while, I heard movement inside, and the old man may have fallen asleep with his daughter and came out to open the door in his clothes. When he first saw that it was Ji Puzhi, the old man hugged him excitedly, said happily how he remembered to come to see them, and called out to his daughter, "Nannan" to see who is coming. Why do you need to scream, the girl listened to the voice of Brother Ji, she had already put on a single coat, and ran out while buttoning it, under the moonlight, the girl's snow-white chest was particularly conspicuous, and slowly disappeared into the night as the buttons were tied up. Ji Puzhi shook his head for a moment, and immediately pulled the old man into the courtyard, and the loud words of the people at night could be heard far away in the mountains. Fortunately, the father and daughter live in a bit of a remote place, and they are basically isolated from the outside world. After Ji Puzhi entered the house, the old man pulled his daughter out and wanted to get him some food, this day's rush, so far it is really not a drop of water, since the old man said so, Ji Puzhi was not polite anymore, and sat in the living room to rest. In a quarter of an hour or so, two or three home-cooked meals were served. After the girl entered the house, she sat opposite Ji Puzhi, her head was always lowered, and she didn't look up at his big brother Ji with the corner of her clothes, nor did she speak, although Ji Puzhi felt that this girl was a little strange today, but she didn't think much about it, after all, this time was too busy, and it was normal to be a little rusty. After eating a bowl of rice, he raised his hand and put a small glass of liquor in his mouth, and as soon as he swallowed it, he felt dizzy on the top of his head, shaking around, and his eyes slowly turned black, and Nizi, who was sitting opposite, looked up at him, and his eyes became so hollow again, as if there was only air opposite her, and he didn't seem to exist. Ji Puzhi slowly slid to the ground, and the last image in his eyes was an honest-looking old man holding an arm-thick stick. A salty taste flowed into his mouth, probably his own blood, and he forgot that he had only himself on this island.

When Ji Puzhi was sober again, he was already locked up in the prison of the police station. Dressed in white prison clothes, his hands and feet were cuffed, he sat on an iron chair, but he was long unconscious of all this. There seemed to be a vague figure in front of him, and everything else around him was like a white light without form, including himself melting into the white light and disappearing. The figure seemed to be shouting something, waving his hands excitedly, but the voice that came into Ji Puzhi's ears was so distant and vague that he couldn't even tell what he was talking about, he was tired, he shook his head and said softly: "Do you know, I'm saving you." The surroundings fell silent for a moment, objects gradually became clearer, and the white light slowly receded. He saw a uniformed policeman sitting across from him with a stack of papers on the table, looked at him like a monster, signed something, dropped his pen and walked out, as if two different creatures had chosen to give up after a brief encounter with each other and found that they could not communicate at all. Ji Puzhi was the only one left in the empty cell, and the policeman wrote a line that read, "On the morning of September 4, 1959, the execution was executed!" ”

04 A Special Death of a Special Person - A-001 (4)

On this side of the strait, Ji Sichun is over half a hundred years old, and he has asked his mother a question since he can remember, that is, where is his father and what is he doing? At first, my mother's answer was that my father was doing something very important, and that he would come back when the whole country was liberated. Later, my mother wouldn't let my siblings ask this question. But as adults, the siblings never gave up looking for their father. They all work in the local ** department. After 2000, the central government lifted the ban on a batch of materials, which contained a list of a group of underground party members who worked in Taiwan that year, and the brother and sister worked hard to find their father's name on this list, and went to Taiwan to find their father's grave in person. At that time, my father's ashes were buried in a collective cemetery with the ashes of more than 100 local people in Taiwan. There is a line engraved on his father's tombstone, which is said to have been engraved at his request when he was dying, and for some reason, the executioners at that time actually fulfilled his request. The line reads, "I want to sleep here and wait for all liberation." The brother and sister were also very moved after seeing it, in order not to violate the old father's wishes, but also to let the father's soul return to their homeland and enjoy the worship of their children and grandchildren, they divided their father's ashes into two, first brought back to their hometown for burial, and then sent half back to Taiwan, which is why she and her sister held an altar before.

Guo Sanri stood next to him, quietly watching the Taoist priest finish the ritual, and the brother and sister left in the car with half of the old man's ashes, and there was an indescribable feeling in their hearts. Because of admiring the nobility of the old man, or feeling sorry for the old man for betraying the father and daughter, or admiring the brother and sister for decades of unremitting search for the old father,......, people's hearts are unpredictable, are people really the same? What is the standard between good and bad? If so, how? What can one person do? …… With too many questions, Guo Sanri returned to his residence. That night he slept very soundly, and he fell asleep early in bed, and in his dreams he felt as if someone was talking to him, and this person went back and forth with only one sentence, "Did he do the right thing?" Guo Sanri was very confused, he didn't know what he meant, let alone who he was talking about, and he couldn't even see what the person asking looked like.

Conclusion: It is not difficult for people to know that they are stupid, but it is difficult to know that the world is unknown;

A person consciously applies his own ideas to others, others who want to understand should also understand, and others who think they think should also think, but no, for example, the world can be better, and everyone will be better, but not everyone understands and understands, so it becomes impossible;

The higher manifestation of human stupidity is disguise, such as not acknowledging the nature of stupidity, interpreting it as "the human heart", "human nature", and "the complexity of reality...... It's all stupid, isn't it? Of course, I also know that because of stupidity, it is also stupid to want to put aside this stupidity, so you have to use its method to communicate with such a society, it will get angry but it is easier to forget, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that you tune to the same frequency as it, describe your point, line, and surface on the same frequency, and then what you say will be understood by this society;