After the August 18th National Congress review, Red Guards from all over the country returned to all directions, bringing the prairie fire of the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution back to the white mountains and black waters, to both sides of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, to every city and every corner of the country.
Zheng Jeff didn't leave.
He moved into a small courtyard in Xicheng District.
This was an area for the families of senior cadres of the Ministry of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry.
The house was assigned to his father by the organization.
My father is more majestic than before.
In the hot summer, like most leading cadres, he wears a white short-sleeved shirt, silver-gray trousers, ocher plastic sandals, and dark nylon socks.
He comes and goes in a shiny Volga car with a briefcase.
Let the secretary hold it.
Whenever his father got out of the back door of the car pulled by the driver, Zheng Jeff was always impressed by this grace.
He dreamed that one day, he could become a senior party cadre like his father.
That evening, Zheng Zeru walked into his son's bedroom with his hands behind his back and asked him about his recent studies.
Zheng Jeff bluntly told him that he had been participating in political movements in the past few months and had not bothered to study.
"You are only thirteen years old, and you are still studying.
The political movement is too early for you.
Don't go back to Jiangdong.
Just stay in Beijing.
I will write to your mother."
Zheng Zeru deprived his son without any explanation.
Revolutionary power.
Jeff was still young and had not yet reached the teenage rebellious stage.
Although he was dissatisfied with his father's decision, he had to give in and live here in seclusion.
The thousands of books in his father's study were a sea of knowledge for him to swim in, so he could sink into it.
Make up your mind.
Little did they know that the world outside had already turned upside down, and a new round of "Destroying the Four Olds" movement had begun in China.
There is a large radio imported from the Soviet Union in his father's study.
It has a golden velvet cover and a mahogany casing.
It can listen to shortwave.
Zheng Jeff would turn it on to listen to music and news in his spare time while studying to relax his mood.
That day, when he turned on the radio and tuned it to the news station , a powerful female voice sounded: "We applaud the proletarian revolutionary rebellious spirit of the young Red Guards in Beijing.
The golden monkey rises up like a mighty stick, and Yuyu clarifies thousands of miles.
Using ideas as weapons, the young Red Guards are sweeping away all the old ideas, old culture, and old ideas of the exploiting classes. wind The dust of customs and old habits will not go away without a broom.
Thousands of Red Guards lifted up the iron brooms and wiped out many of these old habits that represented the ideology of the exploiting class in just a few days.
Customs and habits have come to be cleaned up.”
Zheng Jeff's thoughts flew to the distant Jiangdong.
If he were with his classmates, he would definitely have participated in this great movement to destroy the Four Olds and launch a thunderous general attack on the exploiting class.
Suddenly the radio was turned off, and my father said in a cold voice: "From today on, you are not allowed to listen to the radio.
Dad has found a tutor for you.
You should concentrate on your studies."
A young woman in her twenties stood behind her father.
She looked very intellectual and gentle.
She was dressed in white bragi, like a white lotus in a lotus pond under the moonlight.
"Teacher Meng Xiaolin is a teacher at Lin Mu College.
She is in charge of your cultural courses."
Father said.
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Teacher Meng stepped forward and stretched out his hand: "Hello, classmate Jeff."
Zheng Jeff woke up from a dream and shook hands with Teacher Meng.
He smelled the fragrant smell of Teacher Meng.
It smelled very good and refreshing.
Linmu College is a college directly under the Ministry of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry.
It has also been breaking down the Four Olds recently.
The school has been closed for a long time, so my father asked Teacher Meng to tutor Zheng Jeff with his homework.
Meng Xiaolin is young, 22 years old, and speaks authentic and pleasant Mandarin.
She My Russian is very good, and my retroflex pronunciation is very standard.
I am worthy of being a graduate of the School of Foreign Languages.
During this time, little Jeff forgot about the revolution and politics, and his mind was filled with the graceful image of Teacher Meng.
He even had the courage to propose to his father that he let Meng Xiaolin live at home so that he could tutor him sooner or later.
Zheng Zeru criticized him seriously, saying that Teacher Meng also had a personal life and allowed others to live at home, so he was no longer the same as the bourgeois young masters in the old society.
Zheng Jeff accepted the criticism.
He felt that his little thoughts had been noticed by his father, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Meng Xiaolin still comes to tutor Zheng Jeff every day.
In addition to Chinese, mathematics and Russian, she also teaches him how to play the guitar and sing Russian songs.
Meng Xiaolin holds the guitar and sings about the night outside Moscow.
Her fair calves under her skirt are folded, and in her white plastic sandals , toes are crystal clear.
"Teacher Meng, why do you only wear one piece of clothing?"
Jeff Zheng hesitated again and again and asked this question.
He couldn't understand that Meng Xiaolin wore white bragi seven days a week and could still be spotless.
Could it be that she was really the incarnation of the white lotus?
It emerges from the silt but remains unstained.
Meng Xiaolin laughed so hard that she leaned over and pointed at Zheng Jeff's forehead with her spring onion-like fingers and said, "Silly, my sister likes white dresses.
She has seven of the same ones.
She changes one every day.
Do you understand?"
In an instant, Jeff Zheng saw the spring scenery that he shouldn't have seen.
He was so intoxicated that his nosebleed started to flow.
Meng Xiaolin panicked and quickly asked Jeff Zheng to lie down, stirred up a cold towel and put it on his forehead.
At this moment, Zheng Jeff felt so happy that he was almost overflowing with happiness.
In the evening, her father came back in a special car.
Just as Meng Xiaolin was about to go back, she said hello to her father, "Hello, Minister Zheng."
As usual, her father didn't even make eye contact with Meng Xiaolin, and nodded lukewarmly.
Said: "Walk slowly."
After dinner, my father picked up his briefcase and said, "The ministry has a meeting tonight, so don't run around at home."
After that, he took the car out.
Jeff Zheng read a Russian book for an hour and fell asleep with his thoughts full of thoughts.
That night, he met Meng Xiaolin in his sleep.
The two were walking hand in hand by the lotus pond.
The strange thing was that he had grown up and was a head taller than Teacher Meng.
He was wearing a neat white shirt and gray trousers.
The reflection looks like a match made in heaven.
Suddenly Meng Xiaolin started running, shouting: "Come after me."
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Zheng Jeff ran over and quickly caught up with Meng Xiaolin.
The two were rolling on the green grass.
Suddenly, Zheng Jeff woke up from his dream and felt that his crotch was very wet.
He unbuttoned his belt and saw a piece of white stuff on the top of his pants.
He felt extremely ashamed.
Fortunately, it was already dark and no one noticed.
He hurriedly took off his pants and went to the bathroom to rinse.
When I was washing, I found that the courtyard door was open, two bright lamp posts came in, and my father's special car was back.
Zheng Jeff left the bathroom and wanted to go upstairs.
When his father came in, Zheng Zeru looked unhappy and said coldly: "Come here."
"Dad, I was too hot, so I took a shower to cool off."
Zheng Jeff said.
"Well, it's autumn, be careful to catch a cold and go to bed early," Zheng Zeru said, stepping upstairs.
Suddenly, a familiar smell floated into his nose, and there was a bang in Zheng Jeff's mind, as if he was struck by lightning.
This was the unique fragrance of Teacher Meng, and it had already been deeply imprinted in his mind.
He would never mistake what happened to his father.
It will smell like Meng Xiaolin Is it possible that fourteen-year-old Zheng Jeff didn't dare to think about it?
That night, he tossed and turned and had no sleep.
The next day, Teacher Meng came to teach Jeff Zheng on time.
She was still as happy as a little bird, but occasionally retched.
Meng Xiaolin liked snacks, so she specially brought plum candy and peeled one for Zheng Jeff to eat.
Zheng Jeff ate the sweet and sour plum candy, still frowning.
He really wanted to ask Teacher Meng, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only hold it in his heart.
Two days later, his father returned home.
He did not go directly to the study as usual.
Instead, he sat on the sofa in the living room, called his son to him, and said seriously: "Xiaojie, it's time for you to go back."
"Why didn't you say that I would be allowed to study in Beijing?"
Zheng Jeff panicked, intuitively thinking that his father wanted to separate himself from Teacher Meng.
Zheng Zeru said: "The situation has changed.
Beijing is no longer a pure land.
You should go back to Jiangdong first."
The harsh doorbell rang, and the nanny at home opened the courtyard door.
A group of young people wearing military uniforms and red armbands rushed in, with their sleeves rolled up and carrying artificial leather armed belts.
A handsome young man led by him shouted: "Where is Zheng Zeru?"
Zheng Zeru stood at the door: "I am Zheng Zeru, which school are you from and do you have any organizational discipline?"
The handsome young man said: "We are the Red Guards of Linmu College.
Today we have come to defeat you, the largest capitalist authority figure in the Ministry of Agriculture and Animal Husbandry.
On behalf of the college's Wanlixue Fighting Team, I inform you that you will go to the college auditorium in the afternoon to accept criticism.
If you are late or If not, you will be responsible for all the consequences.”
After saying that, he waved his hand: "Comrades, let's go to the next house."
The Red Guards came and left in a fierce manner, like a tornado passing by.
Zheng Jeff suddenly understood his father's painstaking efforts.
Not only was Beijing not a pure land, but it was also extremely unsafe.
In the afternoon, my father still resolutely went to Linmu College to accept the criticism.
He had to go because no one in the ministry could protect him and he was alone.
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Before leaving, Zheng Zeru told his son not to go out, but Zheng Jeff still put on Red Guard uniform and armband and secretly rushed to Lin Mu College.
The college is in Haidian, just a short bus ride away.
As soon as he entered the school, Jeff Zheng was infected by the revolutionary atmosphere.
There were big-character posters and loudspeakers everywhere.
Next to the lotus pond, a heroic female Red Guard stood on a platform made of desks, holding a tin trumpet in her hand and shouted: "Revisionism has ruled the college for seventeen years.
If we don't rebel now, we will be arrogant when the time comes." , just to be rough, just to knock them to the ground, and then put another foot on them."
A large group of Red Guards below applauded.
Zheng Jeff's eyes were attracted by a white lotus in the lotus pond.
This white lotus looked so much like Teacher Meng.
Suddenly a student rushed over and shouted: "Everyone, go to the auditorium quickly and criticize Zheng Zeru, the big capitalist roader."
The students rushed over like a tide, and Zheng Jeff was also dragged into the college auditorium.
In the auditorium, the iodine tungsten lamp emits a dazzling light, illuminating the capitalist roaders on the stage.
Standing in the center is my father.
His two arms are held up by someone, his head is stretched forward, and a A big sign with big black characters on it: Big hooligan, big capitalist roader, Zheng Zeru, with a cross drawn in red pen on his name.
Jeff Zheng suddenly discovered that Meng Xiaolin was also on the stage, her head lowered and trembling.
Behind her stood two heroic female Red Guards.
Her white bra was splashed with ink, and her black hair was cut into a yin and yang style. , half bald and half hairy, with a sign on her chest that read: Female hooligan, stinky.
The auditorium was deafening, filled with slogans to defeat someone.
Zheng Jeff quietly left the venue and took a look at the lotus pond.
The white lotus plant had been broken off, leaving only the bare stems
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