He staged a very perfect play, the fly in the ointment is that the big gold chain was alert and fled early, leaving only me and Ge Zhuang two unlucky people, and stupidly waiting for Professor Yang to bring the police to arrest people.

These grandsons are more treacherous than the other, with me and Ge Zhuang carrying this charge, the matter has been explained, maybe the police will not chase the big gold chain anymore!

Quante Niang's is a routine!

In the face of Ge Zhuang's incessant abuse, Professor Yang said to several policemen around him casually, "Comrade police, Sima Nan and Ge Zhuang are extremely evil, I apply for a severe sentence and a heavy sentence to prosecute them for the crime of smuggling national treasures!" ”

Several policemen said Professor Yang, please rest assured, the country has always dealt with heavy blows to the class enemies of fornicating with foreign criminals, and these two inverted boys, peanuts and rice are decided.

Hearing this, my heart was cold, and all my anger and fear turned into cold sweat on my face, and I glared at Professor Yang viciously, my eyes were about to burst, and blood shot out. I said you wait, even if you become a ghost, I won't let you go!

Professor Yang is very calm, indifferent to the bottom of the heart, he said I only believe in science, no matter what bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods are paper tigers, they will be broken when they are stabbed, so don't scare me with feudal superstition.

He then said to the policemen, "As you have seen, in addition to smuggling national treasures, I also have to charge them with a crime of threatening me and defaming my personal reputation." ”

My heart was as cold as iron, watching the police carry out Chen Yun and others, who were seriously injured and unconscious, escorted them on stretchers, and placed in an ambulance parked at the entrance of the village.

Jail!

Ge Zhuang and I worked desperately, almost exhausted our efforts to fight wits and courage with the enemy, and finally waited for our verdict, but it was such a result.

It's really ironic to think about it, I'm still too young, and the tuition this time is really a bit expensive.

I was disheartened during my stay in the detention center, during which time we were interrogated and asked to explain to me and Ge Zhuang.

I don't know what's going on over there, no matter how the other party asks me, I grit my teeth and don't say a word. In the end, the policeman in charge of the interrogation couldn't stand it, slapped me, pointed to the red marks on my face and shouted, saying that you don't think that if you don't have a confession, the country will not be able to cure your crime.

I asked him what he would be sentenced for? He sneered and said What do you think, there was a lame man who smuggled the Southern Song Dynasty vase in the first half of the year, and he has been killed!

A few days later, Ge Zhuang's parents came to visit the prison, and through the iron window, Ge Zhuang's father took off his shoes and threw them in, pointing at Ge Zhuang and scolding, "You turtle son, the present world newspaper, Lao Tzu is a revolutionary, a red life, and an army, you are a thief, the face of the Ge family has been lost by you, why didn't I throw you to the wall at the beginning!" ”

The old man is in his sixties (the veterans of the Anti-Japanese War started a family relatively late, and the old man is almost forty years old Ge Zhuang, and his daughter-in-law is also an organizational matchmaker, at that time, the veterans of the Anti-Japanese War are not afraid of singles, and the state will distribute them), and his blood pressure soared so much that he almost didn't faint.

Ge Zhuang was very afraid of him, buried his face in his chest, and didn't dare to say a word, the old man pulled down the belt, put his hand into the iron window, and let him pass a little!

I look at that posture, obviously I want to give Ge Zhuang a little fatherly love.

As soon as he got close to the iron fence, the old man whipped him hard with his belt, and the skin was open, and Ge Zhuang gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

His wife couldn't stand it, she felt sorry for her son's crime, and pushed the old man to cry, "No matter how bad your son is, it's also your own, why are you beating him?" There are still a few days to go before the trial, so why don't you think about it quickly and take a walk! ”

The old man's back molars are about to be crushed, and he said to find a barren relationship! Lao Tzu is engaged in revolution and life, his grandfather is a martyr on the battlefield of resistance against Japan, the Ge family has been young and white for generations, and they have all ruined this beast, let him die, this beast, the present world!

He scolded so much that he ran out of strength, leaned against the iron fence and gasped, his eyes were red, he wiped a few tears, and said that smuggling national treasures and cultural relics, do you know how big the crime is? How can you let me protect this turtle son!

The old man has a knife mouth, a tofu heart, he hates Ge Zhuang with iron and steel, he scolds fiercely, he is ruthless, and he fights hard, he still hurts this "old man" in his heart, he yelled at Ge Zhuang and his wife for a while, and only said after losing his temper, "Malegobi, let's go, take a plane to Beijing with Lao Tzu, don't you want to see Chairman Mao, let you see enough this time!" ”

It is said that an old chief of the military region was seriously injured on the battlefield, and he was desperately carried back by Ge Zhuang and his grandfather to pick up a life, and the two families often moved around and never broke contact.

I know in my heart that the old man definitely didn't go to Beijing this time to see Chairman Mao, but to find a relationship.

When the old couple left, Ge Zhuang, who had been silent, finally raised his head and said:

Old man, I can't stand you, my son is going to prison, such a big crime, I can't eat peanuts and rice, I can't be filial by your side. You don't want to save me, I don't blame you, I only have one request, I and the little pumpkin are brothers who are beaten by iron, if you want to save it, you can save it together, if he eats peanuts, I won't live, I will die in front of you!

The old man almost didn't blow up his lungs, and when he was halfway there, he turned back, and he laughed out loud in anger, saying that it was good...... My son has a future, and you can't protect yourself, and you still talk to Lao Tzu about the conditions and the righteousness of your buddies?

He rushed up and kicked through the iron fence, "You turtle son, I'll kill you now, anyway, if you go to the execution ground, you will die, I will personally strangle you, and I can save a bullet for the country!" ”

Ge Zhuang let him beat and scold, and it was that sentence over and over again, if the little pumpkin was shot, I wouldn't live!

This sentence saved my life.

On the day of the trial, the judge was about to strike a hammer to announce the death sentence for the two of us, when a big man in the county appeared in a hurry, robbed the court, and demanded that the trial be suspended.

Later, after many inquiries, I learned that it was an old chief of Beijing City, who personally called to inquire about this matter (the name is a bit scary, so I won't say it), he said that the case is still strange, and a female comrade in the scientific expedition team has woken up and wants to avenge us.

In a daze, Ge Zhuang and I were taken back to the detention center, where we spent days and more than two months with our fingers crossed, and were taken to court for the second time, and the charges were much lighter.

The judge dropped the hammer and finally convicted us of the crime of reselling cultural relics, Ge Zhuang for two years, and I was sentenced to three years!

Smuggling national treasures and reselling cultural relics may sound the same, but the nature is completely different. Ge Zhuang went to the northwest to drink sand, and I stayed in the southwest and entered the lumber yard of the labor camp.

Ge Zhuang wrote to me as soon as he was free, saying that he was hungry and missed Xiaoyizhuang, and missed me and the villagers of Niuzigou.

At that time, I was returning from the construction of the railway in southern Tibet, and I had returned to the lumber yard for labor reform, and it had been many months since I received the letter.

A large stack of letterheads, all of which were in the handwriting of the fat man Xiujuan (this dead fat man had studied secondary school, and he was also an intellectual in the nineties), I opened the letters, read them one by one, guarded the lumberyard at night, lit an oil lamp to reply to him, and wiped my tears while writing.

In his last letter to me, the fat man asked me why I didn't write back to him.

He said that the spring rain continued, everything recovered, and it was a good season to mate, and it should rain in the south, right? The rain continues, how are you doing? We are an iron-clad leather and life friendship, and we can't squat for a year, and the relationship will be rusty.

I wrote back to him, "The scorching yellow sand of the Great Northwest, if you can't catch grasshoppers in the fat man, you can catch gophers and snakes to roast and eat, I still have two years of hard life to endure here, and the bone marrow is about to melt, and I don't know when it will be a head."

The labor camp was in exile, building railways and digging mines, and the motherland was in a great situation, and where construction needed to be done, we were organized and arranged to go there. Fatty, you can't receive my reply, don't worry, I'm busy adding fuel to the construction of the motherland! ”

This is my last letter to Ge Zhuangtong.

Three years have passed, I can't tell how many places I have been, I carry a wall calendar with me, I will flip through it if I have nothing to do, and gradually I have lost communication with Ge Zhuang, thinking that I am lonely and have no relatives in the world, as the old saying goes, I miss my relatives every festival, but I don't even have anyone to visit the prison.

In the middle of the night, when I feel lonely, I will cover the quilt and cry for a while.

Three years have passed, and I have learned what forbearance is, actively earning performance in the number, and getting two opportunities to reduce my sentence, but I was released after only two and a half years of squatting.

After receiving hundreds of "allowances" from the organization and being released from prison, I only had a thin cotton coat on my body, and I shivered in the cold wind of the street corner, and I couldn't help but want to turn around and go back.

The world is weathered, and it is still warm in prison. But people won't let me, and I can't help it.

The southwest climate is not particularly cold, but the air humidity is high, and the cold wind can penetrate into people's bones, out of the number, I went to a department store, spent ten yuan to buy a set of winter cotton clothes to wear, slept in the bridge hole at night, picked up garbage during the day, and lived a three-month "blind stream" life.

In the past few years, the situation of the motherland has been very good, the economic development has taken off rapidly, and there are many people recruiting workers under the overpass, but as soon as they heard that I had been in prison, they all looked at me with strange eyes, and they didn't talk about recruitment.

I have a lot of strength, but I can't find a place to use it, I'm very depressed, the "bullet" is less and less, the barber shop has also increased in price, I have to cut my head for three yuan, I can't bear it, and I can't afford to buy shampoo, after a few months, with a dirty bird's nest shed, a stinky sweat, no one can afford me.

I never thought that I would see Chen Yun again, and it was she who made me end this blind life.

(End of this volume!) ）