【Double Xun】Know what is like

Chapter 9

At this point, the original rules of the farm have been completely broken, and Xun You and Xun Yu have nothing to do every day, spending most of their time hiding in their rooms and reading.The two looked at each other, and sometimes they saw the notes that the other party wrote down many years ago, which was even more interesting.

Once Xun Yu took out a book at the bottom of the desk, called Introduction to Mechanical Drawing, etc., and it was full of neat pictures.As soon as Xun You entered, he saw Xun Yu reading the book upside down.

Xun You smiled, walked behind him, and whispered into his ear, "Do you understand?"

Xun Yu was taken aback, and quickly closed the book. Looking back, he looked at him with a relaxed expression, and even spoiled him: "I don't understand, do you understand?"

"Naturally," Xun You leaned on the table with his arms crossed, and looked at him with a smile on his face, "I got an A+ in this course back then, and Universities used a bell-shaped distribution to give the grades. You don't know how difficult it is to get it."

"What is a bell-shaped distribution?"

"In this way," Xun You drew a curve in the air with his fingertips: "The density function is like a clock, and I am here."

He poked lightly at the top of the transparent curve with his fingertips, and the expression on his brows seemed to be the same as when he was very popular with the professor in class.It was so long ago that it seemed like a dream, and Xun You was not even sure whether he had ever experienced the golden sunshine in the suburbs of New Jersey.

He was looking down at the pictures he had drawn in a daze, when the labor camp cadres knocked heavily on the door: "Come out, get the tools!"

The yelling went all the way away, and they remembered that today is the first day of autumn harvest.The branches and leaves are yellow in the sand, so they have to put on a show.The autumn harvest that year was dismal, Captain Zhao managed to organize a few rounds, and the beans and wheat harvested were not comparable to the yield of ten acres of fertile soil in the south of the Yangtze River in a good year.

I don't know when, people on the farm began to show symptoms of edema one after another, and the most serious people could hardly even open their eyes.Their faces are bulging, like a layer of thin skin filled with water, and they can only look at people through two thin slits.

The head of the field asked the doctors from the commune health center next door to come to see them. Everyone stood at the door of the dormitory, looking at the female doctor who seemed to have come from a paradise.She was very young, neatly dressed, and even had her eyebrows painted. She carried a simple medicine box on her back and walked all over the path outside the dormitory door.The young doctor did not keep up with Wangwen Wenqie's tricks. She told the factory manager in front of them that this happened to several farms and could not be cured.

The field manager became anxious, pinched her arm and refused to let her go: "Why don't you prescribe some medicine!"

"What are you doing, don't talk about it..." The female doctor pulled away the field manager's hand vigorously, and turned to look at the people in front of her. All blue light.

Her tone gradually softened: "It really can't be cured. For this sake, stuttering is better than anything else."

The director was silent, and after a while he said: "Thanks for your hard work, comrade, let's go, I will drive you back."

After hearing this, everyone knew that there was nothing to hope for. Instead of going back to the room to lie down in a hurry, they stood at the door, thinking tenaciously about life and death.Suddenly, a thin shadow rushed out from a certain room door and stood in full view of everyone. He raised his voice tremblingly, and pointed his hands back and forth at them:

"I'm going to tell you something!

It is neither like your early shadow, stepping behind you,

It's not like that in the evening, standing up to meet you,

I want to show you..."

He bent down and picked up a handful of sand and flung it away in the wind, the flesh on his face smiled strangely, his voice was cadenced like a poet: "...fear, fear is all in a handful of dust..."

This performance is like some kind of mysterious religious ceremony, pointing out the country of their death in advance.The rumors of edema intensified, and people finally reached a consensus that the worse the edema, the closer the return date.

But the first person to die was a strong man who no one could have imagined. After all, the strong man had no swelling, and he should have been the last one to see Lord Yama.

The cause of the incident was that when he was screwing the screwdriver in the mechanical department, he said something extra: "Damn it, these people can really brag, and they lied about twelve times the autumn harvest. If there is so much food, why don't we divide it?" Give us to eat."

This sentence was reported in a small report, and the cadres of the reeducation through labor soon caught him out.The brawny man's criticism meeting lasted for three days, and no one thought that a man who was unable to work could hold a three-day non-stop criticism meeting energetically.

During those three days, many people harbored ulterior motives, the cadres simply became angry with embarrassment, and the rest were unspeakably jealous, because the strong men were almost the cheapest group of people.His body is stronger than many people. One is that he works in the machinery department and rarely participates in farming and land reclamation. The other is that he often goes out to repair objects and eats a lot of food outside.When others are hungry, he can always carry a few sweet potatoes and corn in his arms.

It's anyone's guess how many people will come and push before the wall comes down.

Xun You was frightened speechless by the successive revelations at the criticism meeting, while Xun Yu said to him in private: "Look, it's always like this. It's not about the widow, it's just about the inequality."

The brawny man is not Professor Feng, he is strong, straightforward, scolding mothers happily, and dares to go head-to-head with the cadres.The strong man was quickly turned into a "tumor" on the road of construction under dozens of mouths, or a "bad element who will never change".The cadres tied him up and threw him into the monitoring room. After being locked up for a few days, no one mentioned him.

The last time they saw the strong man was a few days later in the evening when the burial team came to carry the body.The body of the strong man was neatly stacked on a stretcher, tightly covered with a white cloth. The person walking in front suddenly tripped over a stone, and two purple-black arms fell out beside the stretcher.The seemingly thick arms hung limply on the ground, shaking regularly with the bumps of walking, but no one stepped forward to help.

No one dared.

This was the first death caused by the dereliction of duty of the reeducation through labor cadres. The strong man was quietly buried in the northern burial mound, and the cause of death was filled in "disease" on the material.

The roulette of death began to spin rapidly, making a majestic sound.

Perhaps it was the death of the strong man that frightened the cadres, and the farm organized them to go to the county to watch a revolutionary film for the first time.Many people brought their own little cash, thinking of supplementing food in the county town.

Steamed rice cakes were steamed in the commune restaurant that day, and the black iron urn was steaming sweetly, and the aroma of red dates and glutinous rice penetrated into the nose, everyone's eyes were itchy, but the price was more expensive than others, no one thought about it to buy.Only Professor Feng was eating, and he ate one bowl after another, and said to the pickpocket at the same table: "I, I have been thinking about steamed cakes this year, and I must have eaten enough today."

Seeing his belly swell, Captain Zhao stopped him: "Teacher Feng, that's enough, you can still eat it when you come out another day, don't ruin your stomach."

The steamer cake was placed in a porcelain bowl, and Professor Feng dug carefully with an iron spoon, not letting go of a single grain of rice, and the sound was very regular and eerie: "There is no other day, but there is no other day." , if the strong man hadn't died, we wouldn't have been able to get out... There can't always be dead people on the farm, right?"

There was no sound on the table, the draft was blowing, and there was a gloomy chill behind him. Only Professor Feng was smiling and satisfied.

The wheels on the return journey bumped against the rocks along the way, and Professor Feng was already sweating profusely. He bent over and twisted his body in his seat, and vomited when he returned to the dormitory.Sour-smelling brown vomit was dripping on the ground, and undigested jujube skins and sticky lumps of glutinous rice could even be vaguely seen.

Professor Feng's face gradually turned terribly pale, he vomited repeatedly, and moaned out of tune when he was resting.This farce lasted until the next day. Under the crisp and warm sunrise, he finally stopped struggling and slowly stopped breathing.

It was many years later that Xun You found out that the story of Professor Feng was a widely-known joke in other farms. Every hungry person used this joke to comfort himself. Look, if you eat enough, you will die.

Professor Feng died in late October. Until his death, the chrysanthemums under the southern slope were still green and green buds.On the night when the burial team came to collect the corpse, Xun Yu suddenly remembered what Professor Feng had told him before.When Professor Feng talked about his flowers and plants, he always smiled and looked very kind.

Chrysanthemums are full of arrogance, but everything has a return date, even if they stand in the cold, they can't survive the real winter.It was still closed at the beginning of November, probably because it was folded.The soil here is not good, so don't worry, I'll give you a few more flower seeds, and you can grow them next year.

Xun Yu thought drowsily, probably this clump of flowers is really broken, there can't grow a single flower here, and it can't grow a single plant of grass, it's just a vast and ruined Wan Liang.

In the early morning of the next day, Xun Yu drifted away the clouds and mist in a daze, his footsteps were vain as if he had been reckless in a dream. He saw the chrysanthemums under the south slope blooming beautifully overnight.Because of its flawless white color and petals shaped like dragon claws, Professor Feng called it "Jade Scale Holding Claw".

Each flower is as big as the mouth of a bowl, bustling almost in full swing, the slender flower stems cannot bear the weight of the flowers, and the flowers are like beauties nodding in front of them.Xun Yu gently held up one of the flowers in the middle, as if he was holding a ghostly and cold breath.