Not far away, there was a dry cicada singing in the hot tree. Liu Siyang held back his thirst and searched along the monotonous cicada chirp. His dull eyes swept the sentry box that tightly surrounded the cell. Outside the high wall, several bamboo forests have become bare, leaving only bamboo branches, and even a little green shadow can not be found.
The hills that have been dried up for a long time in the distance are like a fire, revealing earth-red rock formations, and the yellow thatch on the barren hills keeps shaking in front of us. The dull eyes returned to the neighborhood and moved around the dam blankly. On the high wall of the power grid, there are regular characters in regular script:
Youth is gone forever. think it over ...
Confirm here and now,
Don't be stubborn. ...
On another high wall, a black and dense word is meticulously written in official script: endless maze, turning back to the shore; Be quiet and patient, don't complain!
The machine guns and bayonets on the top of the wall flashed white light in the sun ... In front of his eyes, it was like the scene of the covered prison car this morning. Along the bumpy road, he was taken into the desolate and uninhabited restricted area and put him in this secret concentration camp. More than a month ago, when he was arrested, the story flashed clearly in his mind: that night, his fiancee Sun Mingxia came to see him from Chongqing University. In the middle of the night, they gently turned the spiral of the radio and held their breath to listen to the broadcast from the liberated areas. Through noisy interference, they also copied the exciting victory news played on the radio. Then, he revised two transcripts and carefully wrote them down with a brush. Tomorrow, this manuscript with clear handwriting can be sent to Comrade Li Jingyuan and become an important news printed in advance. After copying the manuscript, Sun Mingxia took the steel cauldron off the electric stove, poured out two cups of boiling milk, and took the drafts of two records to burn on the electric stove. In front of the shining window of the cold star, the two of them are eating a simple dinner with excitement and excitement, and their hearts are full of warmth. The hands of the watch are close to five o'clock. In two hours, it will be another day of fighting. Sun Mingxia is not tired at all. He is chatting with him about the recent situation in the school: after Huawei left, Sun Mingxia took over part of his work, and she and Cheng Yao are good friends. They had a great time working together ... just as they were having a heart-to-heart talk, there was a rush of footsteps on the stairs. Liu Siyang was surprised in the heart, and immediately stuffed the just-written "Forward" manuscript into the concealed gap of the desk and hid it ... It happened so suddenly that he didn't even have a hunch beforehand, and he and his fiancee Sun Mingxia were arrested at the same time.
It was not until he was interrogated that Liu Siyang realized that the traitor Zhigao Pu had betrayed him. The traitor didn't know that he was in charge of listening, so the enemy didn't ask him in this regard. Liu Siyang is determined to treat this matter as a secret that will never be exposed, and will never tell anyone again.
Liu Siyang still clearly remembers that the spy chief wearing a golden plum blossom collar had an argument with him-the spy chief sat high on the swivel chair of the sofa, fiddling with an exquisite American lighter in his hand, lighting it, closing it, and lighting it again ... Those sinister eyes squinted at his facial expression from time to time. When the spy chief opened his mouth, he was obviously full of ridicule and explicit dissatisfaction.
"Bourgeois born three young master, also became a * *? There is food, clothing and enjoyment at home. What politics do you engage in? "
What did you answer him at that time? By the way, that was a cold look at him.
"* * strategy, using the children of people with status to do propaganda and expand influence, young people are dissatisfied with reality, naive and ignorant, and it is human nature to be used ..."
"Who use me? No one can use me! Belief * * is my freedom! " He has never heard such unreasonable remarks, insulting the party and himself. This is intolerable. Of course, he had to protest loudly against the pretentious director. "Faith? Doctrine? It's all empty talk. Speaking of class, what class are you? Your eldest brother gave up his official position as a businessman and opened a Sichuan drugstore in Chongqing and Shanghai. Is his huge property bourgeois? Isn't your background, thought and style the object of * *' s "three investigations and three rectifications"? I have studied a lot of literature. * * In power, can Liu's wealth be preserved? Party member, who was born impure, was not kicked out by * *? There are many theories throughout the ages, and it is Jie Jun who knows the times. I advise you to study hard the Three People's Principles ... "
Liu Siyang still doesn't know why the spy said such things to him, let alone why he didn't suffer like other comrades. This reason is not only that his family sent gold bars, but more importantly, Xu Pengfei, as the spy chief, is hard for him to understand, and he doesn't believe that intellectuals with such rich background will become real * * people. So, he doesn't like dealing with other people, but after repeated consideration, he adopted a softening plan in every way. Liu Siyang, of course, didn't know, also didn't pay attention to these. He felt that there was no class affection between himself and the enemy.
"Class background can't decide everything. I have studied the Three People's Principles for a long time, not only the Three People's Principles, but also all bourgeois theories and doctrines, but I finally proved that Marxism–Leninism is the truth. "
"Why is Marxism–Leninism the truth?" The spy chief asked with interest.
"In college, I finished all kinds of political economy theories. Finally, I found this truth from materialist philosophy, Das Kapital and the law of human social development. Only the proletariat is the most promising revolutionary class, and only it can bring complete liberation and world harmony to all mankind! "
"Talk less about your materialistic philosophy. Do you want to go out or not? " In the spy's voice, there is still a clear sense of regret: "You are not an ignorant worker. What I ask of you now is simple. You don't need an interrogation at all. Your underground organization has been destroyed! You had a student movement in the sand magnetic area, right? Zhigao Pu told me who you are and who your fiancee is! Isn't he a member of * *? He has been in the party much longer than you! But he is a man who knows the times and is smarter than you! "
"Want me to be a traitor? Forget it! "
"hmm? You are asking for it. For your sake, I agree to put a notice of repentance and reform in the newspaper. "
"I'm not that mean!"
"Well, three young master! There are only two ways: one is to start over in the newspaper office and restore freedom; A long imprisonment will burn everything. "
Liu Siyang remembers that he refused the threat without hesitation and forced the enemy to ask a rather disappointing question: "Do you want to go to prison for life?"
"No, until the day you die!"
"well! I'd like to see how long you can be hard, you cartilaginous young master.
Within three months, don't you dare tell me to repent and turn over a new leaf! ""ask you? Forget it! "
In this way, the enemy's temptation to him ended and he was put in a dark and humid cell. When it was brought up again, it was already dark, as if it had crossed a meadow, met a tree, perhaps a garden with flowers and plants, and then entered a dark roadway. Several people walked side by side with him. I heard someone shouting in my ear, "Raise your gun!" Then, there were a few harsh gunshots, echoing in the depths of the roadway. He wants to see the world for the last time, but it is still dark and he can't see anything. In the dark, he and some people shouted slogans ... but the bullet didn't go through his chest, and it turned out to be a useless fake gun. When he was taken back to his cell, he was no longer alone, but was locked up with a young worker. The worker named Yu Xinjiang was also betrayed by Zhigao Pu. Since then, the two have become partners who share joys and sorrows, support each other and encourage each other. Until this morning, the prison car took him and Yu Xinjiang, who was seriously injured, into this secret concentration camp. I haven't seen Mingxia since I was arrested. Except for the night of the fake shoot, I heard her shouting slogans. I don't know where she is being held at the moment. Maybe, like herself, she was put in this concentration camp.
Liu Siyang poked his head out slightly from the air door, and his eyes were sore from the burning sun. He endured the heat of his throat and looked around, with rows of identical cells on both sides. He remembered that the room he and Yu Xinjiang closed was called Room 7 upstairs. There are twenty people living in this narrow cell with a width of ten steps and six or seven steps. It seems that they are all people who have long lost their freedom. I don't know if these people have their own comrades and party organizations. Downstairs, like upstairs, are the same long row of cells. Handfuls of generals locked the iron gate tightly and divided the concentration camp into countless small cells, so that he could not see more people or the downstairs. He could only see the nearby dam through the gap in the railing outside the iron gate. This is a small world, and all prisoners can take turns walking around in the "fresh air" every day.
The underground dam is empty, and there is no figure like charcoal fire in the scorching sun ... He is unfamiliar with the new concentration camp and maintains some excessive formality. For everything here, he would rather observe and understand it slowly from the side than approach people he doesn't know yet. Although he lives among many comrades, it makes him feel a little strange and lonely. At the moment, he didn't understand where this feeling came from. Is it the cautious attitude that has to be taken because of the change of environment, or is the isolated thought of intellectuals at work?