It was a time when many people kept silent, and it was a name that could be harmonized as long as it was put into writing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoYang Qi clearly remembers that when Teacher Yang was in elementary school, one day she inadvertently used the word "big-character poster" in her composition class, and then she was called to the office by the Chinese teacher to give a serious education. The Chinese teacher said that "big-character poster" is a word for "that era", and it is better not to use it now.

Look, just a common word that touches the edge is already secretive.

And all the silence and all the secrecy is because it is a civil strife involving political factors.

The 10-year Cultural Revolution and the 10-year catastrophe are also known as the 10-year turmoil. It was an age of chaos, an age of fanaticism, an era in which as long as the banner of "collective" was raised and the name of "revolution" was raised, and it was possible to do whatever it wanted, to be lawless, to completely override individual freedom and individual will.

That is the sharpest mockery of "collectivism", the so-called collective kidnapping the law, kidnapping morality, kidnapping humanity, kidnapping interests, kidnapping the whole society. If the whole collective goes crazy, then the so-called "inevitable and absolute superiority" of collectivism will become a big joke.

The 10-year Cultural Revolution was a big joke, but the joke wasn't funny. Talent, science, culture, tradition, the whole of New China has suffered incalculable losses. How many people of insight were trapped in the cowshed, how many valuable ancient books were burned, how many cultural relics and relics were smashed and destroyed, and how many scientific achievements were denounced as garbage.

The family and the country are all over the world, and we will not mention macro major events here, but only start with the smallest family. The family tragedies caused during the Cultural Revolution are simply innumerable. The most chilling thing is not what to suffer and what sins, but a large-scale act called "drawing a line".

Draw a clear line between husband and wife, between brothers, between childhood sweethearts, and between teachers and disciples -- not only must they draw a clear line, but they must also "destroy their relatives in a righteous way"! During the criticism, those "*** elements" who were rushed to a high platform to be "judged" were to be beaten. And in order to show that the line is indeed drawn, those who draw the line are often the first to stand up and submit to the crime, the first to pick up a stone and throw it at it.

The more intimate they used to be, the more crazy and frothing they became. The more intimate it used to be, the more it was smashed hard, smashed hard, and hit a dead hand.

A line of indifference, madness, ignorance, and bloodshed has thus drawn in the history of New China. From 1966, ten years were drawn in one go. And this thick blank is dragged for a long time, splashing vividly, and even today there is still a lingering sound.

And in the world of memories that are extending and changing, between grandpa and grandma, they have been asked to draw a clear line.

The reason is simple, grandma's "ingredients" are not good.

She was classified as a "landlord".

In fact, she has no more land than others, no better food and drink than others, and her life is just as hard and simple. She counted her ancestors for eight generations and never had a single landlord, who was a complete poor middle peasant - but in that era, regardless of this, everything was collectively decided.

As soon as the red flag of the revolution waved, the ghosts, snakes, and gods appeared one after another. The thick-eyed and big-eyed revolutionary guards pinched their fingers and counted, and those who could criticize and fight were all finished, but the revolutionary work could not be stopped, and the revolutionary flame could not be extinguished.

Who asked you to marry from a distant place, there is no way to confirm and confirm the ingredients. Say that you are you, are you too, can you still go back to your hometown to prove it, any defense is useless and dying struggle. Your painting style is different, you are the landlord's wife, you are the ****, you are the worst crime, you, just, deserve, die!

The confession of the bad guys was signed for me, and the handprints were firmly pressed on me!

The chair was moved to the production team, the table was taken to the branch secretary, and the kettle was taken away by myself. Chairman Mao said that it is advisable to chase after the poor bravely, not to sell the name and learn from the overlord, the revolution must be completely reformed, and nothing can be left!

The *** grain here has been confiscated for me! The *** books over there have been burned for me! I don't know if my mother doesn't search for it, but she still raises flowers? This is a big capitalist ***, all of them have been smashed, smashed, and burned!

Crying? Do you still dare to cry? Why are you crying? Ah? Is it because of those *** materials that have been destroyed and confiscated? It seems that you are unrepentant, and you really have to be properly reformed and transformed. Come on, first pull this landlord's wife out and tie it up, don't even think about unraveling it without copying Chairman Mao's quotations a hundred times!

Yo, there are two female dolls here? These female dolls, in terms of composition, are also landlords, right-ahh

-- Su Muhua's memory of this period of time is chaotic and clear. I want to deny it, ignore it, forget it, like a nightmare. But it's like an unforgettable scar, so hot that there's no way to ignore it.

Among the "young revolutionary generals", there are many hairy children who really go to the top as soon as their brains are hot for the revolutionary ideals, but more of them are wrapped up in some unruly people-ruffians, lawless gangsters, gangsters, and hooligans who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic. When the production team was working, they didn't see their efforts, and when the world was in chaos, they immediately jumped out energetically to stir up the wind and rain.

There is no shortage of such people at any time.

Yang Qi was about to explode, and she watched as those "young revolutionary generals" kicked in the door like bandits, shouting, and imposing a sudden and unwarranted disaster on the heads of the mother and daughter. In the world of memory, even if she is a means, she is useless. Time is like a tape, everything has been burned. And the only thing Yang Qi could do was to watch, listen, and witness all the suffering that this family had suffered that she did not know.

No, maybe there was one more thing she could do, and that was to write down every ruffian's face deeply.

These people think that they can get through everything with the phrase "that is the tragedy of the times" and "everything is the fault of the times"? They think that after a long time, the evil they have done will not be held accountable? How can it be so easy!

Yang Qi gritted his teeth and gurgled his teeth, and fire could erupt from his eyes. As soon as he withdrew from the world of memories, the widow immediately sent someone to find out these eight grandsons. At the ends of the earth, no one who is not dead can't run!

Don't you like to tie up people? Lao Tzu wants to tie up your feet one by one, drag you upside down and run the whole ten laps on the racecourse, and I won't have the surname Yang for one meter less! Don't you like to copy books? Lao Tzu wants to hang you up and soak in ice water, punish you for copying four books, five classics, and 500 times, and give me all the wrong copying of every word.

You amateur dogs are better than me?!

Yang Qi is angry here, and the grandfather in his memory has returned to his hometown. Yang Qi's fiery temper is inherited from her mother, and her mother's fiery temper is inherited from her grandfather. He has been in the army all year round, and he can only come back every three or five times, and every time he goes home, it is a great joy, but this time he came back and shocked the whole village. Yang Qi is out of options, so she can only find the account afterwards. But at that time, my grandfather was a fierce man who took revenge on the spot and fought desperately on the spot.

As soon as they heard that Grandpa had returned home, the young revolutionary generals blocked Grandpa at the entrance of the village, shouting for him to draw a line with the landlord's wife. Grandpa didn't know why at first, but after thinking about it, he turned his face on the spot. pushed everyone away and rushed home to see that the wife and daughter at home were miserable, with a swollen nose and bruised eyes. Yang Qi watched her grandfather's face suddenly turn red, like a bundle of **** explosives that exploded.

Grandpa turned around and walked out, but grandma jumped up and grabbed him. Grandma had a submissive temperament, which was typical of rural women at that time. But grandpa was very anxious, pulled grandma's hand, and then went to the production team with high spirits. He turned over and entered the warehouse of the production team, carried a hammer on his shoulder and a kitchen knife pinned to his waist, and then went to the compound in a menacing manner.

In the onlookers of countless villagers, Grandpa kicked open the door of the compound with a kick, and did not speak, his eyes were red and he rushed in with a hammer. After thinking about the rest of the matter, my mother and aunt didn't see it in person, so I couldn't see what happened in the compound in the world of memory. But panicked shouts, angry shouts, and screams of "Kill, kill, kill, soldier!" resounded throughout the village.

Someone rolled out of the compound with blood on his head, and someone rushed in with a guy screaming. Someone frantically ran over and tried to grab the mother and daughter as hostages, but there were still good people among the villagers, and the villagers who couldn't see it glared and scolded and blocked those ruffians back.

In the last scene, the grandfather walked out of the compound with the guy who led the way to the house to find trouble. Grandpa grabbed his hair and tore his scalp like dragging a chicken and duck to be slaughtered, and grabbed him all the way from the compound to the village head of the mill. The leader struggled and howled on the ground all the way, but where was Grandpa's opponent.

Bang, grandpa got up and stepped on him on the grinding table, like kicking a death row prisoner to the guillotine.

Well, Grandpa raised the kitchen knife high, and blood dripped from the blade, dripping on the leader's cheeks, making him scream and panic. In this humble expression of constantly begging for mercy and swearing, where is there a trace of lofty righteousness.

"Wynne!!" Grandma screamed.

Click, the knife slashed down.

"Ahh......h

In the end, the leader did not die, and Grandpa's murderous knife was finally deflected, slashing at the stone slab and chopping off one of his ears. (To be continued.) )