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A group of red armbands stood there, silent for a long time.

The leading male student said: "This counter-revolutionary has a tough mouth, but no matter how tough, is it stronger than the iron fist of our revolution? Today, we are going to smash all the ghosts and monsters here!" Holding a hammer, he struck He Yulou's right hand While walking, "Young revolutionary generals, what do you think?!"

"Yes!" The other red armbands were encouraged, and their fighting spirit was high.

"Wait a minute—" Wen Yuean closed her eyes, and two lines of tears rolled down her cheeks again.

The male student turned his head, looked at Wen Yuean, and raised the hammer: "Wait a minute? What are you waiting for? Do you want to try this with your hand?"

He Yulou roared: "Wen Yuean, shut up."

Wen Yuean's fingers were trembling, and her slender body was curled up in the wheelchair.

"Your surname is Wen? This surname is better than He." The male student nodded, "So you are not from their He family, are you?" He threw an ax on Wen Yuean's wheelchair, pressing him down Then he leaned forward and half coaxed and half threatened in Wen Yuean's ear, "As long as you draw a line with these bourgeoisie and expose them, you are still a good person! Now is a good opportunity, you go first Smash that criminal product of the bourgeoisie. It's up to you whether you want to change your mind!"

Wen Yuean looked at He Yulou's left hand and the little finger stuck to the ground, and said softly to the red armbands beside him: "Please let me go."

Everyone made way for him.

Wen Yue'an looked at He Yulou's bloody face for a long time, tears kept streaming down her eyes.

It took him a long time to turn his head away, turn the wheelchair and head towards the piano.

He Yulou didn't believe that Wen Yuean would smash the piano: "Wen Yuean!"

A red armband kicked He Yulou: "Shut your mouth!"

He Yulou coughed violently for a while, raised his head with difficulty to look at Wen Yuean's back, and continued: "The He family... Family training..."

The red armband kept kicking He Yulou's ribs, but couldn't stop him from speaking.

Wen Yuean picked up the axe, and He Yulou closed his eyes in despair.

Wen Yuean stared at the piano.

Time like a revolving lantern flows in front of this piano.

"Look, I picked a candy from the moon."

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"Hey, don't I play the piano very well?"

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"I'm older than you, what's wrong with you calling me brother?"

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"Call someone."

"There will be a next time only if you call."

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"I can still eat for another day."

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"You shouldn't have stopped me."

"If my father was here, he wouldn't just sit idly by."

"Wen Yue'an, you're not like our He family."

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"Give Senior Brother a chance to serve you, okay?"

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"I was wrong. You belong to our family. I don't want to talk nonsense. You are not allowed to say anything."

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"Competition again today? How about I call you Senior Brother if you win?"

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"lifetime."

"……Can."

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"Guess what I did in his room last night?"

"sleep."

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"Don't do things my dad didn't do... Don't admit things my dad didn't admit..."

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"Our He family, even if everything is gone, at least there is still... a bit of grandeur, ten inches without breaking a bone."

Wen Yuean turned her head.

"stop fighting!"

He looked at He Yulou who was coughing up blood, his eyes froze with countless words, but the only thing he could say was: "Senior brother, you too... stop talking, it's useless... after all, I'm not from the He family , my surname is Wen."

He Yulou looked at Wen Yue'an in disbelief, coughing more violently, it seemed to be more painful than before.

After Wen Yuean finished speaking, it seemed that she had exhausted her whole body. After a long time, she turned her head slowly, turned her back to He Yulou, looked down at the black and white piano keys, and said silently: "So, everything I, Wen Yuean does, will be It has nothing to do with the He family. The He family is innocent and clean for all generations. Senior brother, I leave you with awe-inspiring aura and unbreakable bones. Qin is also alive."

"Boom-"

It was the sound of an ax falling to the ground.

He Yulou opened his eyes suddenly.

The leading male student said: "Wen Yue'an, don't you want to change your mind? Pick up the ax and smash it!"

"That's right! Smash it!" The red armbands waved their fists and shouted in unison.

"It's not like this." Wen Yue'an gently stroked the keys, dazedly, even looking a little sick, "Everyone listen to me..." He tried his best to organize his words, speaking like those young revolutionary generals, "Chairman Mao used the seized U.S. military pens, Vice Chairman Lin also used a captured Japanese army coat, you say, can Chairman Mao make mistakes? Can Vice Chairman Lin make mistakes?"

In fact, Wen Yue'an had only vaguely heard similar stories, and couldn't remember whose fault it was, so he put it on the chairman's head. When he said this, he tried his best to restrain his voice that was about to tremble, and tried to make himself look calm. And confident.He knew that this place was more than 1000 kilometers away from Beijing, and the gang of red armbands could not verify the truth of what he said.

No one spoke for a while, and Wen Yuean dared to ask back: "Don't you even know about Chairman Mao and Vice Chairman Lin?"

"Uh..." A female student hurriedly defended as if she had been slandered, "How could you not know! I study the deeds of leaders every day, of course I know!"

Wen Yuean looked at the others: "What about you?"

The other red armbands rushed to answer: "Of course I know!"

Xu Shi answered too hastily, and the faces of the red armbands flushed.

Wen Yuean asked again: "Then you say, will Chairman Mao make mistakes? Will Vice Chairman Lin make mistakes?"

The leading male student stared wide-eyed, and said sternly, "Of course not!"

Wen Yuean nodded: "So, we have to learn from them."

The male student said: "What the hell are you going to say, don't try to delay!"

Wen Yuean straightened her back and waved her arms like the red armbands, but unfortunately she did something nondescript: "I don't. Chairman Mao and Vice Chairman Lin can use imperialist things to build the cause of communism, so can we. I Yes, I can..." There was something in his chest, preventing him from saying the next thing.

But he forcefully pressed down the thing, as if forcing himself to swallow a dagger, cutting his internal organs to pieces.

"I can—" Wen Yue'an pulled out a smile, "play the hymn of the proletariat on the bourgeois piano!"

Wen Yuean raised his hand and played "Sailing the Sea Depends on the Helmsman". When the passionate and majestic prelude sounded, he actually sang along with the music, singing as cheerfully and loudly as he heard the parade outside at home every day:

"Sea sailing depends on the helmsman

Everything grows by the sun

Rain dew moisturizes the seedlings

The revolution relies on Mao Zedong Thought"

He Yulou suddenly remembered that this seemed to be the first time Wen Yuean sang in front of him. For so many years, he seemed to have never really known Wen Yuean.

He closed his eyes, unwilling to admit that the person sitting in front of the piano at this time is the eternal Yuean in his heart.

Wen Yue'an was like a lunatic, playing and singing at the same time, with an exaggerated, stereotyped, big smile for performing on stage, but tears flowed all over her face.

Wen Yuean finished playing, and just as a red armband was about to speak, Wen Yuean slapped the armrest of the wheelchair heavily: "You guys!" He looked up at the red armbands, with tears on his face, smiled, and spoke in a stern voice Geology asked, "Why don't you sing along! Are you unhappy when you think of the leader? Are you not moved? Why don't you sing the praises of the leader together? One by one, do you still want to smash the piano that sings the praises of the leader? Do you want to oppose the leader?" ?"

The red armband that was about to speak was suddenly stunned, unable to speak a word.

Wen Yue'an looked around at the faces that didn't know what to say, and said word by word: "Praise the leader, regardless of day or night, tonight, we will sing together. Whoever stops first is a counter-revolutionary!"

After Wen Yuean finished speaking, he looked down at his arm, and he felt that a bright red armband seemed to grow on it.

He closed his eyes and bounced again.

After the prelude, everyone started to sing, and no one dared not to sing along.

"Sea sailing depends on the helmsman

Everything grows by the sun

Rain dew moisturizes the seedlings

The revolution depends on Mao Zedong Thought

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Mao Zedong Thought is the sun that never sets"

Loud and festive singing floated up.

The singing sound drifted over Wen Yuean's tearful face, over red armbands and heroic faces, over smashed furniture, over Gu Jiapei's bald head, over He Yulou's tightly closed , I don't want to look more into Wen Yuean's eyes.

The singing sound floated out of the living room, into the closet of Gu Jiapei's bedroom, and in front of the simple tablet of He Shenping written in Wei Kai.

The singing sound floated into the yard, over the overturned chessboard, scattered chess pieces, above the spilled ink, broken pens, and burnt books and piano scores.

The singing drifted farther and farther, drifting across every household, and echoing in the sky of the entire city.

Wen Yuean played from dark to dawn, and from dawn to noon, and sang those red armbands until her throat was hoarse and she was drowsy, and she no longer had the energy to criticize anyone.

Finally, those who rushed into He's house in a hurry left exhausted. Before leaving, they tried their best to shout slogans at the top of their voices, saying that the hymn was in their hearts, never stopped, and would never stop.