At the beginning of the lanterns, there were no electric lights on Huashan Mountain.
Only the candles brought by volunteers gave off a little light in the drizzle.
The two close friends reunited after a long separation.
Although they had thousands of words, they could only turn into tears.
"Follow me."
Xiao Lang held Gong Zijun's hand tightly.
"If it's not troublesome, can you bring a few more people?"
Gong Zijun said.
Sitting in the shed were an old couple, a woman holding a child, and a half-year-old boy.
They must also be refugees fleeing from Hong Kong and have experienced hardships. friendship.
These people all looked at Xiao Lang with pitiful eyes full of hope, fearing that he would disagree.
Xiao Lang nodded vigorously: "Of course, we are all compatriots."
Looking back at his wife, Meiying also smiled and nodded.
While waiting for Sqeenze to buy food and water, Xiao Lang asked about the illegal immigration that night.
Gong Zijun said that it rained heavily and everyone was trapped in Wutong Mountain.
They encountered border guards and many people were beaten to death.
He managed to escape but injured one of his legs. , braved the heavy rain and crawled across the border, and was rescued by farmers in the New Territories.
Because he was lame and could not find a job, his life was very difficult.
Fortunately, these few people helped him survive until now.
As he spoke, he pointed to a few people in the shed, his eyes filled with gratitude.
Xiao Lang bowed to the end: "Thank you, thank you."
After a while, Sqeenze and others came, carrying boxes of soda, mineral water, and bags of bread, which were distributed free of charge to the refugees on the mountain.
The lights were dim at the foot of the mountain, and private cars were arriving one after another, and a large number of Hong Kong people brought food.
Drinking water is provided to help compatriots in the mainland.
Among these volunteers are college students with big buns and tight jeans, old women from the New Territories wearing Chinese trousers, well-dressed wealthy businessmen, and most of them ordinary Hong Kong people.
Most of the refugees on Huashan Mountain are from Guangdong.
There are relatives, classmates, and friends in Hong Kong.
Each of them can contact at least ten Hong Kong people.
This means that there are 300,000 Hong Kong people paying attention to the Huashan refugee incident, accounting for one-tenth of the total population of Hong Kong.
These data were told to Xiao Lang by Sqeenze, who is studying law at the University of Hong Kong and is also the leader of a Christian voluntary organization.
The refugees received soda and bread, orange soda and Coca-Cola in glass bottles, and soft and sweet bread.
They were all good things that could not be bought in the mainland with money, and even the cadres could not eat them.
The adults were reluctant to eat them, so they saved them for their children.
Seeing these children who had smuggled in with their parents at the age of five or six, living in shacks filled with flies and garbage, eating bread and drinking soda and choking and burping, some young volunteers turned their backs and wiped the corners of their eyes with their sleeves. .
It was said that the police would take action at night and forcibly deport them.
Without further ado, Xiao Lang immediately took Gong Zijun and others down the mountain and got into the car.
The car was small and extremely crowded with so many people.
The half-grown boy had to hide in the trunk.
As the car moved forward, the police blocked the way.
Xiao Lang took out a wad of banknotes and prepared to pay a bribe, but the patrolman said: "There are ghost guys on duty at the checkpoint ahead.
If you can't pass, take another way."
"Thank you."
Xiao Lang glanced gratefully, turned around and took another road.
Longshan was surrounded by military police and all roads were blocked.
However, this blockade was in vain.
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The police turned a blind eye and allowed the refugees to wander.
They left under the cover of the Hong Kong people.
As expected, there were no police officers on this road.
There were only a few ordinary patrol officers in raincoats who came to check under the leadership of Sha Zhan.
They didn't care when they saw cars approaching and waved their hands to let them pass.
Suddenly two bright car lights came over, and a Land Rover off-road vehicle stopped in front.
Four policemen got out of the car.
The leader had a flower on his shoulder, wearing a shiny calfskin armed belt, and those who only wore canvas.
The policeman with s belt is different.
He is an assistant-level police officer.
The police officer signaled the vehicle to stop.
This time, Xiao Lang was much calmer.
He put a few big bills in the license plate and waited.
The assistant came over and knocked on the window: "I'm inspecting, please check the license plate."
Xiao Lang handed over the license plate calmly, and the assistant saw the banknotes inside.
A pair of stern eyes under the brim of his hat stared at Xiao Lang, making him stand on edge.
The assistant raised his flashlight and shined it into the car.
He was dressed in rags and was in shock.
He must be a refugee.
Xiao Lang's hand was on the door handle, ready to push the door open and knock down the assistant, allowing the refugees to escape.
"Who?"
the assistant asked.
"They are my relatives."
Xiao Lang replied dryly.
What is incredible is that the assistant took back the flashlight and returned the license plate and the banknotes inside to Xiao Lang: "Sir, thank you for your cooperation.
You can go."
"Thank you."
Xiao Lang said from the bottom of his heart.
The assistant saluted and said something intriguing: "I am also Chinese."
Continuing to drive forward, I found a large number of cars on the road coming from the direction of Hong Kong and Kowloon, all with double flashes.
The New Territories are suburban areas for Hong Kong and Kowloon.
People in the city will not go to the countryside on a large scale at this time.
Yes, Xiao Lang suddenly understood that these cars were going to the refugees.
He parked the car on the side of the road without turning off the engine, got out of the car and said to his wife: "Aying, you send them back first, I have something to do."
Meiying said: "Why don't we go back together and talk tomorrow."
Xiao Lang frowned and said, "Men do things, women keep quiet."
Meiying could only say: "Then be careful."
He moved over to take over the driving seat.
Xiao Lang greeted Gong Zijun in the back seat and was about to leave.
Meiying took out her ID card and handed it over: "Here, it may be useful."
Xiao Lang took the ID card and strode back to the foot of Huashan Mountain.
He saw a commotion on the mountain.
A large number of refugees poured down, trying to escape.
Suddenly, sirens blared, and hundreds of soldiers wearing English-style bowls and steel helmets Anti-riot team members with rattan batons rushed to stop them.
In front of the tight rattan array, the refugees had nowhere to escape.
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They all knelt down and begged the police to let them live.
An incredible scene occurred.
The police did not wave their batons to beat the refugees, but dropped their shields to help the refugees.
Some police officers even hugged the refugees and cried bitterly.
Many refugees took the opportunity to flee.
The cars on the roadside opened their doors to welcome the refugees to get on the bus and take them to Kowloon for free.
It wasn't until a senior British inspector arrived with a team that the gap was blocked.
Xiao Lang took the opportunity to go up the mountain and worked with student volunteers to help the elderly and frail refugees go down the mountain.
Although there were dense police at the foot of the mountain, there were loopholes like fishing nets.
As long as they didn't run into the ghost police officer, they would definitely be able to slip out.
There are also a large number of Hong Kong people outside the security circle who provide their identity documents and let people on the mountain pretend to be theirs.
Anyway, lost identity cards can be replaced, but for the refugees on the mountain, it is a way of life.
When Xiao Lang was escorting the four refugees down the mountain, he saw a radio station's broadcast truck parked on the roadside.
Hosts from various radio stations in Hong Kong came to the foot of Huashan Mountain to broadcast live.
Suddenly, a red signal flare rose into the sky, and thousands of military police began to take action.
Flashlights were everywhere, and dogs were barking everywhere.
There were also Weskers helicopters of the British Army stationed in Hong Kong roaring in the sky, and bright beams of light were shooting everywhere.
People There was a lot of noise and chaos.
The female radio host held a microphone and introduced the action in a rapid-fire manner: "It is reported that the police chief has issued a strict order, and those who do not take action will be punished as disobedient.
Police officers from various units began to search the mountain.
An insider broke the news that there were about 30,000 people on the mountain. refugees, and more than 100,000 Hong Kong citizens rushed to Huashan from all over the country tonight.”
Under the personal supervision of the British Police Commissioner, the police finally took complete control of Huashan.
Amidst howling ghosts and howls, the refugees were dragged down the mountain and put on trucks that had been prepared.
The black police truck was covered with an awning, and the compartment was surrounded by barbed wire.
There were policemen with guns underneath.
The citizens stayed away and watched helplessly as the refugees sat in the truck and cried.
Everything was over, and Xiao Lang knew that there was nothing he could do.
He put the last few refugees into the car and walked back alone in the night, with the dim street lights stretching his back.
The Rover car stopped beside her, and Meiying stuck her head out: "I searched for you all over, and finally found you."
Xiao Lang got in the car and closed his eyes tiredly: "Are they all settled?"
"The arrangements have been made.
Your friends will live at home, and those few people will be placed in the workers' dormitories."
"very good."
The car drove back and passed through Mong Kok, only to find that all the bars, nightclubs, casinos, and saunas had turned off their lights and closed their doors.
In the past, there was a lot of entertainment and neon lights, but tonight it was a deserted street.
Xiao Lang understood that this was a silent protest by the underworld society against the British Hong Kong authorities' repatriation of refugees.
After returning to the warm home, Meiying immediately went to the kitchen to watch the soup.
Gong Zijun had already taken a bath, changed into clean clothes, and was in much better spirits.
"Old Gong, I know you have a lot to say, but you are in urgent need of rest now.
Let's talk about it tomorrow if you have anything else to say."
Xiao Lang sent Gong Zijun to the guest room to rest.
When he returned to the living room, Meiying brought pork knuckle and soybean soup and said, "You My friend, I made some soup, it’s very filling, let him drink it too.”
Xiao Lang said: "He went to bed first."
Meiying said: "Then I'll leave some for him to drink tomorrow."
Xiao Lang said: "Meiying, I have to go to Huashan tomorrow."
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Meiying nodded: "I'll accompany you."
At dawn the next day, Xiao Lang drove to Huashan again.
Tens of thousands of people had gathered on both sides of the road at the foot of the mountain.
The police set up a blockade to prevent anyone from crossing the line.
At around eight o'clock, the last hiding refugee was found by a police dog.
He was escorted down the mountain to a police car, and the Police Commissioner gave the order to set off for the New Territories Port.
The convoy started slowly, and the cries were loud from truck to truck.
Suddenly, a group of young people rushed to the road in front of the crowd.
The leader was Sqeenze from the University of Hong Kong.
They blocked the car and lay under the wheels.
The trucks were forced to stop one after another, and the crowd burst out shouting: "Quickly!"
Jump out of the car and run.”
The refugees woke up from a dream and hurriedly jumped out of the car to escape.
There were only two police guards in each car.
They were unable to stop them and were unwilling to stop them.
A large number of refugees jumped out of the trucks and rushed into the crowd on the roadside.
They were immediately covered and escorted away.
The police chased them everywhere with sirens blowing, but very few were caught.
A blue flag of the British Hong Kong government was flying high on a nearby building.
It was fluttering in the wind.
Everyone knew that this was the colonial flag and a symbol of humiliation.
But under this flag, Xiao Lang understood for the first time.
The meaning of the word "compatriot"
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