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The wind is howling, blowing the five-star red flag inserted on the roof of the small building, the bright five-star red flag with a fiery red color, wantonly waving in the air, as if to dye this day fiery red, this is the years of burning passion. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In this city, the passion of revolution fills the whole city, people of different factions wantonly squander their sweat and saliva for their own ideals, and the red guards with red strips of cloth wrapped around their arms start criticism meetings from time to time, and arrest and criticize the 'reactionaries' one by one in the midst of saliva and scolding.

Ye Zhetai is such a person who was arrested.

He is a literati, a professor in a university, a highly respected scientific researcher, and has published many academic papers.

On the criticism stage, Ye Zhetai was pushed up calmly, he was not numb to this situation, some just treated it indifferently, for him, the high hat welded with steel bars on his head and the sign hanging on his chest were not worth his attention, as for the students below who criticized him, they were not even worthy of his response, and they didn't even have the idea of betrayal, although there were his students in it.

Soon, the students below began to criticize him, and then his critics whipped him with a belt because they couldn't tell him, intending to destroy his spirit by destroying his body.

After a beating, the students below continued to criticize him verbally, and when he retorted, or said that the students could not fight him with their mouths, the beating came.

After going back and forth a few times, the students below felt that there was no point in beating him up like this, so they beckoned him and dispersed, leaving him alone in a pool of blood, dying.

No, at the venue, there was another person, that was Ye Zhetai's daughter Ye Wenjie.

She watched her father being beaten, and she wanted to rush forward, but the two faculty members grabbed her, and when the faculty members let go, her own father also fell in a pool of blood, dying.

She looked at her father like this, looking at her distractedly, and her father Ye Zhetai also looked at his daughter with half-open eyes, and after the blood left from the skull stained his eyes, he looked at everything blood-red.

At this moment, a white light flashed, and a figure appeared out of thin air, like a god from the sky, and like an alien visiting the earth, his arrival made Ye Wenjie come back to his senses, and he cried with a wow.

"Don't cry."

As soon as Wan Qiangwen teleported, he saw a girl sitting on the ground crying, and immediately felt a little at a loss, he shouted again and again, "Don't cry, don't cry." ”

He walked over, bent down, and gently wiped tears from her face.

"Help my dad." Ye Wenjie grabbed Wan Qiangwen's arm, her eyes were full of longing, from the first time she saw Wan Qiangwen walk out of the white light, she had hope in her heart, maybe this person who didn't know if it was an alien or a fairy could save his father.

"Save him."

Wan Qiangwen turned his head and saw the person lying in a pool of blood, it was a man who was about to enter middle age, his not too strong body was stained red with blood, but he was not dead.

"He's your dad?"

"Hmm." Ye Wenjie nodded vigorously, "Can you save him?" ”

"I'll try."

Wan Qiangwen let go of Ye Wenjie's hand, immediately made a preliminary inspection of Ye Zhetai, and then shook his head, "I was injured in many places on my body, and my head was also injured, if I was in ......." ”

He closed his mouth and skipped the 'modern China' that should have been said," he said...... There is still salvation, but here ....... He looked at the buildings around him, and a feeling from the Cultural Revolution came to his face, "I can only use some medicine to give him first aid, and whether he can get better or not depends on his own luck." ”

Wan Qiangwen took out the medicine and bandages, applied them all over his body, wrapped them around him, and then carried him up, "Where is your home?" It's not for your dad. ”

"Oh, follow me."

Ye Wenjie immediately stood up and took Wan Qiangwen back to her staff dormitory in front, when she walked under the staff dormitory, she heard bursts of stupid laughter from her home on the second floor, and after being silent for a long time, she silently turned around and left, and walked in other directions.

Wan Qiangwen glanced up at the second floor, then followed behind Ye Wenjie, and put it aside for a long time before asking, "What's wrong?" ”

"My mom is at home."

"The woman?" Wan Qiangwen was taken aback, that stupid smile was obviously a little abnormal, it would actually be Ye Wenjie's mother.

"She was the one who reported my dad."

Ye Wenjie said lightly, and she walked to Ruan Wen's door.

Ruan Wen is her homeroom teacher and her closest friend, and during her two years of graduate studies in astrophysics, Ms. Ruan has always been her closest person besides her father, so she often goes to Ms. Ruan's house to play, and Ms. Ruan's home is also full of attraction for her.

Fine books, oil paintings and records, pianos, but that was in the past, because her teacher Nguyen was also criticized, before her father was criticized.

Pushing open the door, the neat house was displayed in front of Ye Wenjie's eyes, she invited Wan Qiangwen to come in, and put her father lying flat on a bed covered with broken cloth, while she sat on the swivel chair in front of the desk, looking at her father who closed his eyes peacefully.

"Will my dad get better?"

Wan Qiangwen pursed his mouth, not knowing how to say it, although he had treated Ye Wenjie's father urgently, and the medicine from modern China did work very well, but in the absence of follow-up treatment, the possibility of Ye Wenjie's father wanting to wake up was not very high, and even if he woke up, he would leave sequelae.

"Say it." There were no traces of tears on Ye Wenjie's face, she was very calm and numb, this expression should not have appeared on her, but they appeared, because of this desperate and crazy era.

"I can handle it."

Wan Qiangwen looked at Ye Wenjie, looking at the girl who was crying and begging him in front of him, his lips squirmed twice, and he carefully organized his words, "If there is follow-up treatment, there is a great possibility of getting better." ”

"So the chances of my dad getting better are low, isn't it?" Ye Wenjie was silent after speaking, her father was a reactionary academic authority, and even those former students were far away from him, who would dare to save him and give him good treatment conditions.

"There's always hope." Wan Qiangwen comforted Ye Wenjie, waited for Ye Wenjie's 'um', and then fell into a long and terrible silence. (To be continued.) )