Winter 1966.

"Down with the counter-revolution!"

"Down with Chiang Kai-shek's lackeys!"

The cries of the red soldiers came and went. Wang Puchen tried to shrink himself in the noise, because of the cold, but also because of forbearance. With a high hat on his head and a sign hanging on his neck, Wang Puchen lowered his head and raised his eyes as much as possible, and circled around, seeing pillars covered with slogans and empty shrines.

It's a good place to defeat cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods. He thought.

"Three...... Clear...... Temple ......"

Wang Puchen turned his head to look at Xu Tieying, who was squatting beside him. His eyes were glazed and his voice was hoarse, not at all like the obedient and sleek appearance he had when he was in prison. He looked at Sun Chaozhong who was squatting beside Xu Tieying.

"It has always been fine, but after this summer, people have become demented." Sun Chaozhong's eyesight has not been smoothed out.

Wang Puchen wanted to ask for details, but he held back.

"Bring this reactionary element in!"

The stage has just ended a wave, and you will sing and I will appear. The people in the audience looked at the three people who were squatting in a ball, and asked the stage, "Which one?" ”

Sun Chaozhong was still in a humorous mood at this time: "Director first, please." ”

The butt of the gun smashed into his head. Xu Tieying staggered over the fallen hat and awkwardly climbed onto the stage.

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