Wang Ling was changed to the milk name "Fourth Brother" since he was born, and later he really had a younger sister, but this sister was forced to stay by her side because the old man Wang and his wife couldn't bear to have no grandchildren to hug, but her fate was not as good as her fourth brother.

Wang Ling grew up in Shaoxing during his childhood, his maternal grandparents were literati, and his great-grandparents were well-known local private school teachers, and his family education was extremely strict. The inner hall is full of ancestors dressed in Qing Dynasty official uniforms, the home furnishings are all exquisite, grandfather does not leave the hand all day long, I heard that the teapot was given by an emperor of the Qing Dynasty, and the name is engraved at the bottom. Wang Ling's mother's surname is Hu, Gu Yuehu, living in the edge of the Lanting not far from the "Orchid Pavilion Preface" left by the sage Wang Xizhi of the wild cursive script, it only takes about ten minutes to walk from Hu's house to the Lanting, and the home is an antique old house, full of yellowed thread-bound books everywhere.

His maternal grandfather followed the revolution when he was young, and later returned to Shaoxing because of family matters, and became the head of the local education department during the Republic of China. Later, because he did not agree with Chiang Kai-shek's political ideas, he resigned and returned to his old house, devoted himself to calligraphy and writing, and wrote well with a brush. After the liberation, the Hu family was a little lonely, the reason was nothing more than the errands that great-grandfather had done and their family's very eye-catching old mansion, this somewhat "luxurious" house was donated to the government by his great-grandfather, and he only left a few remote huts to live in, and donated all the family property saved by his ancestors, and only took those books and the teapot with him when he left.

This Wang Lingda grew up in such an environment, although the Hu family is poor, but has a very strict family education. From the time he began to learn to speak, he learned the "Three Character Classic", and when he had a little memory, he began to recite the "Four Books and Five Classics", and every day he followed his grandfather in addition to doing homework, he also had to write an hour's calligraphy, and he was never allowed to do anything out of the ordinary before completing his homework. The so-called out of line, the top of the sky is to go to the street to find friends to go crazy a few times, but in the eyes of other children belongs to the innocent memory he can't enjoy, it can be said that before the age of ten, the world of Wang Ling is simple and boring.

When he was five years old, the old man Wang died, and the following year, the old lady followed. At that time, private workshops were not allowed, so Wang Ji incense stopped for a while. Later, because the people really had needs, the local government re-established Wang Ji's plate, and Wang Xiu and his wife became workers from a "capitalist", because indeed Wang Ji's recipe needed to be prepared by Wang's descendants personally. At that time, it was called being a new person, and the old house that was originally in Children's Lane was also divided into four or five and became a public house, and Wang Xiu and his wife got two of them, and their lives were tight.

It would be a kind of happiness if such a life could go on forever, at least now Wang Xiu and his wife have both children and daughters, and they have once again served the jobs of the socialist working class, as well as the provincial and urban hukou that most people envied at that time.

Wang Ling lived in Shaoxing until he was 12 years old, where he learned a skill in addition to reading and writing: swimming.

Shaoxing is also a place with dense rivers, one of the biggest local ornaments is the black felt hat, Ming Zhang Dai's "Night Sailing Boat" contains: "The Qin and Han dynasties began to follow the Qiang people as the felt hat. In other words, since the Qin and Han dynasties, people who sailed here have begun to wear this kind of hat. Wang Ling has an uncle, less than ten years older than him, every summer when he will follow his uncle down the river, at this time the old man Hu will not object, he knows how to study to combine work and rest, and Wang Ling has shown amazing water at that time, especially diving, and his average child is very powerful for a minute, but Wang Ling can do three minutes without water at the age of ten, the carp in the river is slippery and sticky, and the strength is great, Wang Ling can catch it with his empty hands, so in his childhood, going down the river is about the happiest memory.

In the blink of an eye, it was the early summer of 1968, when Mr. Hu passed away, and Wang Ling was already a seventeen-year-old boy. Because he received education since he was a child, it was good to study the royal tomb, but the times had changed at that time. Wang Lingkong had good grades but no books to read, the school was busy posting big-character posters all day long, marching on the streets, engaging in criticism, teachers were knocked down, the Red Guards began to walk into the streets with red treasure books in their hands, those former teachers became the targets of their criticism, and anything that had anything to do with the feudal capital repair component would make these red imps so excited that they couldn't sleep all night.

The Wang family is now completely working class, and it is said that there is nothing wrong with such an ingredient, but some people have suggested that there is an old coffin of Huanghuali in the Wang family, saying that this is a typical feudal ideology. How can you socialist people keep the coffin of feudal society? It's clear that I still miss the era of pigtails!

That day, as soon as Wang Ling came back from street sports, he found that there were already three circles of people outside the door of his house, and Wang Xiu and his wife were tied up with flowers, and their heads were so low that they were about to hang down to their chests. The Red Guards waved the red flag in their hands, and after a shout, they swarmed into the old house of the Wang family, the coffin is a symbol of Wang Ji's incense, and it is also a family heirloom of the Wang family, and the old man Wang was not willing to use it when he passed away. Before it was changed to a state-owned enterprise, the coffin was hidden by Wang Xiu, disassembled into several boards, wrapped in brown paper and put on the roof of the latrine.

Such a simple hiding obviously can't escape the eyes of the Red Guards, those boards were all wrapped out and piled up on the street, facing the "stolen goods", Wang Xiu and his wife flatly denied it, but the Red Guards called the carpenter. The leprosy-headed carpenter picked up the hammer and restored the coffin without much effort, the shiny paint did not show the age at all, and the faint fragrance made people think that it was a work of art at all. The dysentery head foamed at the crowd and introduced his masterpiece, and he concluded that the age of this coffin was in the Ming Dynasty, and only in the Ming Dynasty would there be such a large volume of Huanghuali.

Wang Xiu and his wife's faces were as dead as ashes, and they caught a glimpse of the son in army green clothes in the crowd, and shook his head vigorously at him. Wang Ling knew that he also had an eight-year-old sister Wang Nan, this was Wang Xiu's old daughter, and the baby was very good, and the little girl didn't know why they wanted to arrest their parents, but they just cried and opened their mouths to bite the "bad guys" who captured their parents.

That man was the son of a famous rebel in Children's Alley, two years older than Wang Ling, his face was full of acne and pimples, he grabbed Wang Nan angrily and shouted: "Take this successor of feudalism away too!" ”

"You're going to arrest the kid too?" "You can't catch a child!" The onlookers were all old neighbors who had lived for decades, and they couldn't do anything about Wang Xiu and his wife, but they also didn't agree to the rebels just taking away a seven or eight-year-old girl.

Where does the child know so much, she only knows that her family has been bullied, and she was dragged in her hand with a vicious pimple face, and she bit down on his wrist when she saw the opportunity, and the blood did not come out in an instant. The pimple face has been rampant for many years, where has he ever suffered this kind of suffering, and he was slapped down by a little girl, who was angry, and poor little Wang Nan's thin body fell out like an upside-down kite.

At this time, Wang Ling finally couldn't sit still, he pushed away the crowd and stood up and waved his fist at the pimple face, this punch smashed the smashed eye, and immediately the pimple face covered his face and fell to the ground, where did Wang Ling relieve his hatred, picked up a stone scattered on the ground and went up to smash it according to the pimple face, the guy was so painful that he howled like killing a pig: "Help!" Kill! ”

Wang Xiu and his wife watched their son frantically retaliate, and people like them, who had already experienced the ordeal, understood what the consequences of Wang Ling were, so they both began to shout to stop their son. But Wang Ling's eyes were already red at this time, where was he willing to stop, and the pimple face was already covered with blood, and then the remaining Red Guards reacted, rushed up, and then waved their fists like raindrops fell on Wang Ling's body......

Wang Ling was arrested, and his pimple-faced father was the deputy director of the Street Revolutionary Committee, and he wore a pair of glasses and looked very gentle. In the hospital, the head of the pimple face was wrapped in blood-soaked bandages, one eye could not be opened until this moment, and he cried to his father with a swollen mouth: "Dad, you want to avenge me!" Kill that bastard surnamed Wang for me! ”

People who have not experienced that era will not understand how big an "official" a deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee was at that time, and it is no exaggeration to say that he has too many people's political careers in his hands, even life and death. Dressed in a tunic suit, he stroked his gold-rimmed glasses and leaned over, whispered a few words beside his son, and then left with a gloomy face, and the mongrel who remained in the hospital bed actually grinned and showed an extremely obscene smile: "Wang Ling, you just wait to die!" ”

Wang Xiu and his wife were first asked to write materials and confess their guilt, and the incandescent lamp with a hundred lights hung in front of the eyelids of the two of them, and the person who took the light couldn't close their eyes at all, and they had the means to torture you. And Wang Ling, who was separated by a wall, also had to face such an interrogation after being beaten and bruised and swollen, and it was the deputy director who personally interrogated. Wang Ling insisted that he was not wrong, but it was useless, in that hut he was subjected to inhuman torture, hitting his armpit sockets with electric batons, which would not leave any scars, but could make you worse than dead.

Hearing the screams of their son next door, Wang Xiu and his wife decided to take all the blame, and they added everything they could think of, and even the extra piece of meat they once beat in the cafeteria was depicted as a symbol of greed. In the end, I don't know what agreement was reached between them, Wang Xiu and his wife offered compensation, and the deputy director stroked his gold-wire glasses and left satisfied, but Wang Ling woke up again and found that he had been left on the street outside. That night, the deputy director entered the already devastated Wang family again, and someone saw him leave with a wooden box in his hand, not big, only Wang Ling knew what the box meant, it was the gold ingot that their Wang family had worked hard for several generations! Wang Xiu hid him in a manure pit and hung him on the edge of the squatting pit with hemp rope, wrapped in canvas oiled paper, and now it no longer belongs to the Wang family, and this is only in exchange for the freedom of the two Wang Ling sisters and brothers.