It's been four and a half years since I came out with the old man. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Uncle Du is right, our master-apprentice relationship may really only be three years, but in fact it is less than three years, and in six or seven years, Master and Uncle Du were taken away by a group of people wearing red armbands.

I didn't go to their criticism meeting, and the crowd shouted "Down with all cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods" Master and Uncle Du hung a wooden plaque on their chests, and they didn't say a word. Where it ended up being taken, no one knows.

They have been fighting demons and monsters all their lives, but they have never fought anyone living in this world! That era, drowned them out.

It has been said that that era was like a melting pot, and the young people of that era were the most complex steel smelted.

In '65, Master and Uncle Du took me and left home, ignoring my crying, and took me to Beijing on a green train for a long time.

On August 18 of the same year, I met the great man and the boundless crowd in Tiananmen Square. I heard that the group later wore red armbands and shouted "Rebellion is justified".

Master and Uncle Du often sat in the courtyard with teacups in their hands, and Master said, "Shanghai and Wuhan have been in chaos, and I heard that many people died in martial arts!" ”

Uncle Du sighed, "When you are so wise today, how can you ...... How could it be ......"

My master hurriedly signaled Uncle Du to silence him, and after a long time, he said, "There is a master who once gave a hexagram to the Son of Heaven, Taizu is old, and the first three white hairs can't be picked, and one is a wrong decision. ”

Many years later, I learned that one of my elder brothers had come to Beijing despite the opposition of his family, and was one of the tens of thousands who had been received by Chairman Mao. He died in a martial arts battle in Shanghai.

In those two years, many people committed suicide.

Master is a capable person, and even transferred to Beijing with my hukou, where I was in the second year of junior high school.

Master and Uncle Du don't know where to go, in the whole Beijing, in the entire courtyard, there are only two and a half people left, one is me, the other is Ma Zhijian, I call him Ma Zi. He is one year older than me, the third year of junior high school, and is Uncle Du's apprentice.

The things in the courtyard have already been copied cleanly. Before being taken away, Master left me the small coffin and the things that had been forced into my head over the years, and Master sighed and said, "It's only thirty percent." Uncle Du left Ma Zi the three copper coins and a book that I couldn't read.

At that time, the school was already closed, and Ma Zi and I lived on the fifty yuan a month sent by the master.

In December last year, that great man said: "It is very necessary for young intellectuals to go to the countryside and receive re-education from the poor and middle peasants!" ”

A vigorous queue cut began. At that time, young people had two choices, "go to the countryside and go to a remote mountain village!" Or be a soldier. ”

For children like me and Ma Zi, we can't pass the political trial. Other people's children, the aunt of the Revolutionary Committee came to the door three times a day to persuade and say. But Ma Zi and I, no one cares. We can't escape.

Ma Zi was the third day of the Lunar New Year in Beijing. Just after the Chinese New Year, someone told us to pack our things and get ready to leave.

I'm only in my second year of junior high school, so I could have been a year late. However, I knew that I couldn't escape, and the horse was going to leave again, so I consciously signed up.

The director of the registration office said with a flowering face, "Cheng Cheng Cheng, this kid has a high ideological consciousness!" ”

Ma Zi and I have only one request, and that is to divide us together. The man even said it was fine.

What I didn't expect was that as soon as our voice fell, there was a voice over there, "Dude, too, with you!" ”

Ma Zi and I turned around, hey, who else could it be if it wasn't a yellow label. This yellow label is a child of the military compound, the roots are Miao Hong, and the authentic red is three generations. His father was a lieutenant general, but unfortunately, because of a historical issue, he was taken away by the organization for review. It hasn't been released yet.

Huang Biao and Ma Zi are from the same term, and the children of this military compound have a good time with our brothers and have a good temper.

Seeing us look at him, Huang Biao copied his pocket, and the army green bag on his chest swayed, "Why, the brothers are not welcome!" ”

"Haha, of course welcome, let's go where the country needs us! Brothers, let's go! ”

In the evening, the three twelve or thirteen-year-old children, who had no relatives, were all drunk to pieces.

People like us can't tell us clearly, some people went to the poor pimple in northern Shaanxi, some went to Huaibei to open up wasteland and grow grain, some went to Heilongjiang, and some went to develop Hainan.

The three of us were assigned to a place called Gong Niutun in the northeast. What is that pimple? Hell knows.

On the second day of February, Erlong raised his head, it was supposed to be the day to cut his hair and eat fried beans, but Ma Zi and Huang Biao and I, carrying the futon on our backs, were stuffed into the green train early in the morning.

In front of the train, the adults hugged the children and cried, wiping away their tears, but we could only stare dryly, who hugged whom?

Huang Biao, a person who may have developed a temper in the compound of the military region, shouted through the car window, "What are you yelling, what are you yelling!" Beijing gentlemen are not afraid of heaven and earth, and they are carrying their luggage to the world! It's not a shame to cry like a! ”

was shouted by him, not to mention, the cry was really quiet. Someone said proudly with tears in his eyes, "Dude is right, what are you afraid of!" Get in! ”

"Yes, get in the car! Get in! The voices of men and women reverberated throughout the station.

Even if you don't know where to go, just walk.

The people on the train are big and small, the older one is seventeen or eighteen years old, and it is the third class of high school, and the younger one, heh, I'm afraid there are really few younger than me.

Half an hour, the train played its flute and started. The carriage is so crowded that it can squeeze people out of the dung. Ma Zi and Huang Biao and I each held our own hands, for fear of being squeezed apart.

At night, people start to get off the train, and the compartment is a little more spacious.

After a day of tossing, I was a little hungry, so I took out three baked cakes from my backpack and handed one to each person. The three of them nibbled on the biscuits, looked out the window, and none of them said a word.

"Old Seven!" Ma Zi grabbed the baked cake and fed it to his mouth little by little, and the black mole on his face flickered in the moonlight.

"Hmm!" I looked up at him.

"It's fine!" He smiled at me.

"Brothers, you say, can we come back if we go! A good life in Beijing awaits you! Huang Biao took a sip of water from the military kettle and handed it to the two of us.

"A good life has to wait for your father's historical problem to be solved!" I can't learn his Beijing film, with my Henan accent.

"Alas! Once the strong man is gone, he will never return! Pity me, the eldest young master, will face the loess with his back to the sky from now on and take root in the countryside! Huang Biao sighed, and said with some worry, "I heard that people in the countryside can't eat enough, our brother three, but one can eat one race!" ”

Gotcha, this kid is worried about this.

With a clang, the train stopped again, and another group of people went down. There was a place to sit in the car, and the three of them were close together and fell asleep.