As soon as he heard this, my father subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the two people lying in the middle of the room, and his whole body was excited, the two people were gone, and then looked at his side and Wang Sihe's side, one was lying next to one person, and my father immediately understood that the two people who were lying in this room were dead people, and these two turtle grandchildren who lacked virtue and smoked took advantage of the two of them to fall asleep and carried the two dead people to their side.

My father covered a few pillars of light shining on his face and stood up from the ground, and at this time Wang Sihe also stood up from the ground, and his face was also illuminated by several pillars of light, because he couldn't figure out the situation, neither of them dared to have a seizure.

After a moment of stalemate, the pillar of light moved from my father's face to the ground, and by the time my father had recovered from the bright light, he was already surrounded by a group of people. My father glanced at the group, and there were men and women, big and small. At this moment, this group of people is nothing, and my father is surprised that those dazzling pillars of light are actually in the hands of several of them!

"What do you want to do!" Wang Sihe also relieved himself at this time, and roared like an angry lion, he and my father are not the kind of people who are timid and afraid of things, just now they were just frightened by those few beams that don't know what they are.

Wang Sihe's voice went down, but the group of people laughed again, with a bit of mockery in the laughter, and one of the twenty-year-old boys said tepidly: "What do you say we want to do?" ”

The boy stood at the front of the crowd, looking like the leader of the group, listening to the voice, speaking Mandarin, not the people there.

When my father was in school, the teacher also taught some Mandarin. Of course, those Mandarin in the past are not the same as now, and everything that sounds dirty can drop scum, if you want to know what those Mandarin were like in the past, go and watch the old movies "Tunnel Warfare" and "Mine Warfare" to understand.

My father and Wang Sihe looked at the boy without speaking, the boy looked at my father, then at Wang Sihe, and asked suspiciously, "The two of you came from the Erqi faction?" ”

My father and Wang Sihe glanced at each other, and when they turned their eyes, my father looked directly at the boy and replied unceremoniously: "What's wrong with the two of us, we are still rebelling and making revolutions, and we are all paper tigers in front of us!" ”

When the boy heard my father's words, his face showed a hint of surprise, and he looked at the two boys beside him, and said, "Look at the people of the Erqi faction, you all learn a little in the future!" The two boys hurriedly nodded.

The boy looked my father and Wang Sihe up and down, and suddenly shouted: "It's endless fun to fight with the sky!" ”

When my father heard it, this is to say a quote to *, if this is not right, or the reaction is a little slower, then it will be a big deal, my father didn't even think about it, and shouted casually: "Fighting with the ground is endless!" ”

Wang Sihe hurriedly shouted: "It's endless fun to fight with people!" ”

When the boy heard this, he nodded with satisfaction, and then his tone was much more polite, and said: "We are from the Red Star Sect, and this school is our headquarters, and we welcome two comrades from the 27th Sect to join us in victory." As soon as the boy's voice fell, a group of people applauded.

What's wrong with this!

Before my father and Wang Sihe could react, the boy waved his hand like a national leader, and the applause immediately stopped, and the boy asked my father and me in a calm tone, "Why did you two sleep in the morgue, why don't you just come to us?" ”

My father's eyes flashed and he said, "It's not getting late, we don't want to disturb others." My father's voice fell, and Wang Sihe answered, "* said, the heart of the rising sun to do the revolution, the vast world refining the heart, the world is big, the revolution is the biggest, those of us who do the revolution, sleep the same!" ”

The boy nodded, and seemed to appreciate Wang Sihe's words very much, and the boy said: "What this comrade said is good, but my father and mother, comrades are the closest, we can't treat our comrades badly when we do revolution, we can't let you sleep on the ground." As he spoke, he turned his head to a little girl next to him and said, "Xiaoru, arrange two beds for these two comrades......"

When my father heard this, he followed the boy's eyes and looked at the girl named Xiaoru. This girl looked about the same age as my father, maybe even a little younger than my father, dressed in a green military uniform, with a big smooth braid on her chest, like a city man, fair-skinned, handsome-looking, and very well-behaved with big eyes.

The others carried the two horrible bodies back to the middle of the house, and the man named Xiaoru took my father out of the room. The little girl had not taken a few steps in front of her, then she turned around sharply and asked my father and me, "How does it feel to sleep with a dead man?" ”

My father didn't speak, Wang Sihe snorted coldly, and said, "You won't try it, lie down between the two dead people, and make sure you know what it's like." ”

The little girl slammed her mouth, turned around and led the way, and my father asked behind her, "You carried the two corpses to us, right?" ”

The little girl giggled, and after laughing, she said: "One of our comrades got up to pee, passed by the morgue and saw two more 'corpses' inside, and was scared at first, but then found that the two corpses could still move......" The little girl said this, and chuckled again.

My father and Wang Sihe glanced at each other, and they could guess what they did next, without the little girl.

The little girl laughed for a long time, and when she was done, she was probably afraid that she would laugh again, so she changed the subject and asked my father, "By the way, you two haven't eaten yet, have you?" ”

The two of them nodded at the same time, and for a day, the two of them relied on the few baked cakes given by the little girl to maintain, because the baked cakes had been dried, and when they swallowed, their throats hurt like razor blades, and they really wanted to eat something soft at this time.

"Then come with me." The little girl saw my father nodding in acquiescence, and as she spoke, she took my father and Wang Sihe to a very inconspicuous little house.

The little girl asked my father to wait with Wang Sihe for a while, she walked to the door by herself, and suddenly made a move that my father still remembers, and her well-behaved appearance is extremely incommensurate, the little girl raised her foot, kicked the door open, and kicked hard, her mouth roared like a dominatrix: "Stinky old nine, open the door quickly!" ”

After a few kicks, an old voice came from the small house, "Come on, come on......" followed by a click, and the electric light in the small house came on.

After the door opened, an old man with gray hair and a slight hunchback appeared at the door, and under the backlight, my father felt that this old man was full of indescribable sadness and vicissitudes.

The little girl did not enter the house, but said to the old man as if she had an order: "Order two bowls of noodles and boil a few eggs for these two new comrades!" ”

"Hey......" The old man said like an old minion, and while agreeing, he bowed at the little girl again and again.

As soon as the little girl turned around, she changed into a different person, and said to my father and Wang Sihe with a smile: "Let's go, come back to dinner later, I'll take you to find two beds first......"

After walking a few steps, my father glanced back and saw the old man on crutches, limping towards the big house opposite the small house. ”

The little girl glanced at Wang Sihe and replied lightly: "The vice principal of our school ......"

My father's heart shook suddenly, from the little girl in front of him, my father seemed to see Lei Feng's brother's words: treat "comrades" as warm as spring; Treat the "enemy" as cruelly as a harsh winter......

What a crazy time!

The little girl took my father and the two of them to find two beds in a big house, and the things on the beds were all made now, the new quilt and the new mattress, which felt better than the bed my father slept on at home.

Before leaving, the little girl told my father and her father that they could rest for a while and go directly to the cafeteria when the meal was ready.

There are more than two beds in this big house, but there is no one on those beds, and there are only two big houses in my father and Wang Sihe. My father and Wang Sihe didn't rest, because of such a fuss, the two of them didn't feel sleepy at all.

Walking out of the room, the two of them went straight to the cafeteria, and the big house opposite the small house where the old man lived before should be the cafeteria, because the electric light in the big house was on at this time.

When I walked into the cafeteria, there were seven or eight small tables and stools, which seemed to have been desks in the past, but now they have become dining tables. In the corner of the cafeteria, there is a large coal-burning stove, and the old man is hunched over on the stove. My father walked over with Wang Sihe, and the old man turned his head to look at my father twice, lowered his head, and continued to work again.

My father looked the old man up and down, and the old man was dressed in a torn cotton jacket with many openings on it, and a child's mouth was like a black cotton sleeve. The old man's face was bruised like a whip, and the lame leg was tied with a splint, which looked like he had been lame, and the whole man looked very pitiful.

My father couldn't help but ask the old man, "Uncle, are you the principal here?" ”

When the old man heard this, he trembled all over, and his mouth began to say, "I am guilty, I deserve to die...... I'm guilty, I'm damned......"

My father and Wang Sihe glanced at each other, and both of them felt very uncomfortable, so they found a table next to the stove and sat down.

After a while, the rice was ready, the soup noodles, no boiled eggs, only two poached eggs in each bowl. The old man asked, "Is there anything else?" If it's okay, I'll go back. ”

My father got up from his stool and asked, "Who are those two dead people in the morgue, I smell them all, why don't you bury them?" ”

The old man trembled again when he heard this, and timidly looked at my father and then at Wang Sihe, probably seeing that my father had no malicious intentions with Wang Sihe, and whispered: "That's the principal and a teacher of our school, who didn't stop, hanged himself a few nights ago, and didn't let him be buried, saying that this is a typical child." As he spoke, tears welled up in the old man's eyes.

The old man raised his hand and wiped his eyes, and walked away on crutches, leaving only my father with two limping backs.

Soup noodles and poached eggs, in the eyes of my father at that time, they were simply delicacies from the mountains and seas, but that time, they didn't eat the slightest taste......

Early the next morning, the boy who had spoken to my father yesterday came to him. The boy smiled and introduced himself that his name was Zhou Jianhong (pseudonym), and then asked my father what their names were, and my father hurriedly said: "My name is Jia Fuqian, from Henan, several generations of poor peasants." ”

When Wang Sihe heard this, he immediately understood, and hurriedly said: "My name is Jia Fukun, we are brothers, this is my brother." ”

Jia Fuqian, Jia Fukun, two brothers, there are indeed people, they are from the same village as my father, and there were several young people in the village who followed a man and a man to Beijing, including two of them, to be exact, these two brothers were several years older than my father and Wang Sihe, and my father and Wang Sihe took their names at this time. (Jia Fuqian, Jia Fukun, are pseudonyms, Jia Fuqian has been dead for many years, Jia Fukun is still alive, why use a pseudonym, I have a hard time, because there are too many words, I will explain in detail in the small yellow box below.) ）

This boy named Zhou Jianhong came to my father and the two of them because he had something to discuss with the two of them.

However, in my father's next experience, he really fulfilled that sentence: Fighting with the sky is endless, fighting with the earth is endless, and fighting with people is endless......