Looking up at the stars in 1946

He was held in Qisi Prison for three days, and was released on the fourth day.The guards of the cell were once ruined by a small landlord, and they were responsible for the hatred of the country and the family. When they saw Qi Si, they would gnash their teeth, wishing to stab them twice with the knife in their hands.In three days, the guards gave me two meals, two steamed buns that were so hard that my teeth were hard.Without water, Qi Si's throat was so dry that he almost smoked after eating two steamed buns.

Several militiamen carried gun boxes on their backs, tied their hands with ropes and strung them together, like a rope with more than two dozen knots.A militiaman pulled one end of the rope and shouted: "Go!" More than two dozen prisoners were led away like livestock.

The cell was gloomy and damp. When I went out, I realized that it was only the beginning of September, and the sun at noon was still very warm.

A group of people walked slowly on the main road in Yuanmaotun.There are dumb villagers on both sides of the road, some are curious, some are disgusted, some are surprised, and some are indifferent.Qi Si scanned the faces one by one, but he didn't see any family members, nor Han Yan.He licked his parted lips and looked down as he walked.

I don't know who took the lead, and suddenly threw a rotten cabbage at them.The crowd became agitated, and after a while, rotten vegetable leaves, mud, twigs, small stones, and other rags greeted them.

The road ahead died, and the crowd surrounded them.

Countless sticks were lifted up, like trees.The stick fell on the arms, legs, shoulders, back, head, and wrists. Anyway, I couldn't run away, and I couldn't avoid it. The whole person was a living target.

The crowd was in disarray, pushing forward one by one with sticks in hand. Those without sticks just beat with hands, bit with teeth, scratched with nails, screaming, pain, wailing, and cursing, all mixed together.

The leading militiamen are still loudly telling about the crimes of these landlords, tyrants and traitors, who deducted the wages of long-term workers, who occupied the tenants' wives and daughters, who colluded with the Japanese, how many people were deceived, how many people were killed, and so on.

The common people were furious when they heard the crowd, and someone shouted loudly: "If you don't kill them, everyone will stay here today, and you won't go back to eat."

"Yes! Kill them!" "Kill him!"

"Can't stay!"

"Murder for life!"

Qi Si was slapped on the face several times, spat out a mouthful of blood, and thought to himself, could this be the reason for the confession today?

Seeing that the crowd was out of control, the escorting militiamen hurriedly came forward to maintain order, but it was too late, and two or three old landlords had already been beaten to death.Among them was Guo Dashan.Qi Si couldn't recognize him at first glance, his face was covered with blood, and he didn't know until he was missing when counting people.

A group of people were crushed and staggered back.

The sun has set.The blood-colored sunset shone on them, casting long shadows.I don’t know what started, but there was a depressing cry slowly from the team. It’s like a song mourning the sunset. The swaying figure is a good dance step. It is the melody of elegy, the pull of night.

When approaching the village palace, two more people fell down in the team.The militiaman quickly untied the rope from the dead man's hands and dragged him away, leaving a dead silence.

The cell door opened.

A dozen people walked in slowly.The crying had stopped, and that thing was useless except to make himself look worse.Some people began to curse their parents, asking why they hoarded so much land, making him a landlord; Beg the militiamen to let him out, he can donate everything in the house.

Qi Si sneered, and slowly squatted down against the wall, his whole body was in severe pain, and his bones seemed to be falling apart.After the scuffle in the afternoon, the clothes I wore earlier were already terribly dirty, the collar was torn, and the blood was mixed with stains. It looked almost like a beggar.

After living for 42 years, this is the first time I live in such a mess.Qi Si wanted to touch his face, but his hands kept shaking and he couldn't lift them up at all.Qi Si tried several times, and finally covered his face with his palm.Tears flowed from his hands.

What a fucking fuck.

It was Han Xiaomei who told Han Yan that Qi Si and his party were beaten to death and then dragged back.At that time, he was helping Papa Han's pumpkin to set up a shelf in the yard, and Papa Han happened to go to relieve himself, and Xiaomei Han quietly told Han Yan about Qi Si and the others being pulled out for a parade.

Han Yan's heart tightened, his hands were loose, and the whole shelf fell down.Han Xiaomei was taken aback, and hurriedly helped her elder brother up the shelf.

Han Xiaomei asked softly, "Brother, do you want to see him?"

Han Yan glanced at the militiamen standing guard at the door, shook his head, and said, "I won't go."

The next night, when Han Ye went home for dinner, Han Yan called his brother aside and asked him what was the attitude of the people in the working group and the peasant association, and why they were suddenly pulled out for a parade.

Han Ye asked back: "They have been riding on the heads of the common people for decades, can't they be pulled out to relieve everyone's anger and revenge?"

Han Yan was silent for a while, then stared into Han Ye's eyes and asked, "What are you going to do to let Si Ye go?"

"I'm not in charge of this matter, you have to ask the peasant association." Han Ye said.

Han Yan said: "Ah Ye, you have to rely on your conscience. It was the fourth master who brought you back to Wang Yuandao back then!"

"I didn't rush to ask him to protect me!" Han Ye became angry when he heard that, "You know that because he took me away at that time, the organization almost suspected that I was with him, so I set up How much credit it takes to erase this stain!"

Han Yan laughed angrily at his younger brother's words, and said, "Okay, this matter has nothing to do with you, it's the fourth master meddling with rats!" After speaking, Han Yan turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait, brother, where are you going?" Han Ye grabbed Han Yan's hand and asked.

"Go to the people from the peasant association and ask them to release him."

"No! I've already patted my chest at the Peasant Association to ensure that you have separated from Qi Si. If you go to beg for mercy, won't I slap you in the face?"

"It's your business to slap your face, it has nothing to do with me." Han Yan said as he shook off Han Ye's hand.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Han saw the two brothers chattering aside, thought they were fighting, and ran over quickly.

"Mother, tell me about big brother, he actually wants to go to the peasant association to intercede with Qi Si!"

"Ayan, you can't do this!" Mrs. Han took Han Yan's arm and said earnestly, "You are not in the same way as him at all, and you will hurt yourself if you continue to entangle with him!"

Han Yan felt very uncomfortable, and said: "Mother, you know how Qi Si has treated me and our family for so many years. If I really just watch him die like this, then my conscience is really wrong. Got a dog!"

"But what can you do if you go?" Han Yanniang felt terrified when she thought of the beating in the afternoon, and said, "Ayan, you don't understand, this is no longer a matter of fourth master's right or wrong. want his life."

However, despite Mrs. Han's persuasive persuasion, Han Yan finally made up his mind to ask the people from the peasant association.At first, Han Ye stopped his brother from leaving, but later he thought it would be better to block him, so he promised his brother to take him to the farmers' association tomorrow.

The peasant association is now set up in the Qijia compound.Han Yan was still in a daze when he entered the door. In just a few days, he has changed from a host to a guest.

Han Ye took Han Yan outside the house of the director of the peasant association before leaving.

Han Yan entered the room, stared at the people sitting on the table for a long time, only to realize that the so-called director of the peasant association was Maizi who had carried the big work with him in the Qi family compound back then!But Maizi is no longer called Maizi. He is called Li Dahai, and he is a member of the Communist Party.

Li Dahai was also a little surprised when he saw Han Yan, but he didn't hide it, he simply admitted that he was Maizi, and even talked about the old days with Han Yan affectionately.

Han Yan knew the truth. When Maizi was working in the Qi family compound, Lao Li took good care of him.Now that Qi Si is in trouble, why should he help?

Han Yan tentatively asked Li Dahai, what will be the final result of the Qi Si incident?Li Dahai laughed aloud, he really couldn't say anything about it, it depends on what the common people think.Han Yan asked if there was any way to make up for the crime.Li Dahai rolled his eyes and said, "It depends on how much sincerity you have."

Han Yan said, "A lot."

Li Dahai glanced at him and asked, "How much is a lot?"

Han Yan reported a number, and Li Dahai's eyes widened when he heard it.Hey, the money I found when I copied the flag house a few days ago was not as much as this.Tsk tsk, it seems that this boy Han is really interested in Qi Yixiu, he dares to use such a large sum of money to make money.

Li Dahai said: "This is not a small sum, Brother Han, you just don't lie to Brother Li."

Han Yan said: "As long as you can guarantee to release Qi Si, I will not lose you a single point."

Li Dahai smiled and said, "Brother Han, you can't say that. I haven't seen the money, so many things are difficult to handle."

Han Yan thought for a while and said, "I can give you the money first, but you have to let me meet Xia Qisi first."

Li Dahai nodded, and called a militiaman in, telling him to take Han Yan to see Qi Si.

Han Yan thought of the four people in Qi who loved cleanliness, would rather not eat or drink, and had to change their clothes. If they were buried like this today, the clothes on their bodies might not be able to be seen long ago.So I said, "Not now, I have to go home and get some clothes."

Li Dahai nodded and said, "Yes." He waved his hand and asked the militiamen to lead Han Yan away.