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China Academy of Social Sciences used to be the Department of Philosophy and Social Sciences of China Academy of Sciences. My husband and wife belong to the same department; Mo is in the College of Literature, and I am in the College of Foreign Languages. 1969, the intellectuals in this department are receiving "re-education" from "workers and PLA propaganda team". All the staff live in the office "collectively" first, with six or seven people to ninety people in one room. Every morning, they practice doing exercises. In the afternoon and after dinner, they study in three units. After a period of time, the elderly and infirm can go home to live, and the study time is gradually reduced to two units: morning and afternoon. We both moved back home, but we don't expect to live together for long. In a few days, we should be transferred to the cadre school. The location of cadre schools is gradually becoming clear in the legend, but the date of decentralization can only be guessed and can only wait.

We both line up to buy food in the canteen of our unit every day. It takes half an hour to queue up; It's too late to go home and cook by yourself. Later, the propaganda team of the workers' army slackened a little, and we often dated at the same hotel at noon. There is no good food in the restaurant, so wait; But when they wait together, they can talk. On the 3rd of that year 1 1 month, I was waiting for the bus at the bus stop in front of our department, and I saw Mo Cunza coming out of the crowd. He came and stood beside me and whispered, "I'll tell you something important later." You can't guess anything from his face.

When we got on the bus, he told me, "I'm leaving on the 1 1 this month. I am the advance team. "

Although I wait for the departure date every day, I hear the news, but there seems to be a burning thunder overhead. In a few days, it will be the 60th birthday of Silent Memory. We agreed that they would have a birthday party to celebrate. When we reach our seventieth birthday, it may not be our turn. But there are only a few days left, and he can't wait for this birthday. He has to go to school.

"Why do you want to go ahead?"

"Because of you. Others have to take their families or settle down before leaving; I can give you my family. "

The cadre school is located in Luoshan, Henan Province, and will leave on 1 1 month 17.

We went to the predetermined snack bar and ordered the most ready-made casserole chicken nuggets-chicken skin bones. I scooped some clear soup and soaked half a bowl of rice, but I still couldn't swallow it.

I only have one week to pack my bags, but I won't have a holiday until the last two days. I stayed at school for a few days and packed at home. This kind of decentralization is the so-called "even pot end"-that is, pulling down the house, as if it were ordered to never return. Useless things, clothes you don't wear, your precious books, notes, etc. , have to take away, there are a lot of luggage. At that time, our daughter Ayuan and her son-in-law Deyi were both working in the factory and could not be called back to help. When they go home on a rest day, they help pack their luggage and follow the example of others, tying the box tightly with thick ropes to prevent it from breaking or collapsing during the trip. Unfortunately, thick ropes can only protect heavy luggage such as wooden boxes and iron boxes; These wooden boxes and iron essence are not as durable as flesh and blood.

Suffering is called exercise; There is nothing to prepare except for exercise. If the clothes prepared are too old, I'm afraid I won't wear them; If it's too thick, I'm afraid it's difficult to wash. I haven't sewed for a long time, so I just made a blanket cover with a sewing machine and prepared to wash it for several years. I mended a pair of trousers and sat up like a globe full of latitude and longitude, as thick as a horn shell. Mochu appreciated it and said it was great. It's like carrying a seat with you. You can sit anywhere. He said, don't be too prepared, just wait for me to go down, and you can look after him. As for family reunion, when will A Yuan and Germany and Italy settle in the countryside and wait for them to meet them?

In a blink of an eye, it is the day when the first 1 1 advance team sets out. Yuan and I had to see each other off. There is not much carry-on luggage, so find a corner to rest and wait for the bus. In the waiting room, noisy people come and go; The leaders of the advance team are as busy as a bee, and they only hate that they are too busy and have too much carry-on luggage, and they only hate that there are few people. I have to put things down and help people with too much carry-on luggage. Silence, I watched him hot. Having worked for others, I can't help but admire the good fashion of the new society, and at the same time comfort each other by saying: kind and honest, Ayuan, we can rest assured with him.

As soon as we got someone else's luggage, Ayuan and I lined up to squeeze into the platform with several of his small bags. Squeeze into the train and find a carriage to settle down. The three of us got off the bus and stood around waiting for the train to start.

I remember once seeing passengers going abroad by sea boat boarding the ferry, and the people who saw them off threw many colored paper ribbons at the boat. The boat slowly sailed to the big ship, and the colorful paper tapes broke one by one, and the applause on the shore thundered. Some people also shed tears in cheers; A broken ribbon is like a broken parting. This farewell to ultra-leftwing cadres, the advance team on the bus and the relatives who got off the bus, if visible, are by no means colorful, nor can they be broken at once.

Mochu went to the car door and told us to go home. Do n't wait Far away, there is nothing to say. I think, let him see that there are still three people when we go back, so don't worry about it, so when the train leaves, he won't worry about him leaving alone when he sees us. We followed his advice and left without waiting for the bus. Looking back several times, the car didn't move, but it was still crowded with people. We went home silently; Yuan and ti yi also went back to the factory. They are in the same school but in different departments, and they don't work in the same factory.

After a day or two, the literature master informed me that those who go to school can bring their own beds, but they should be tied up with ropes and sent to the department immediately. The thick and hard rope should be tied and tied, and the key is at both ends of the rope; Don't tie a knot, press the rope end tightly under the rope. This requires at least two people to work together. I only have one day's deadline, so I have to ask for leave at home and tear down my small wooden bed. The left and right sides cannot be tied together, but should be tied separately; Besides, I still owe at least one hand, so I have to help with my teeth. I tied the end of the thick rope with a thin rope and bit it with my teeth. Then I tied a bed into three parts, each with a silent name written repeatedly. A small bed is divided into several parts, just like a family in a panic. I'm afraid that as soon as I leave home, I'll be separated from each other and never get together again. According to Mocun's letter, the reunion of the three parts in one place really hurt his search.

The Institute of Literature and another institute were the first to be decentralized. In the words of the army, it is not called "cable" but "company". On the day when the two companies set off, the school beat gongs and drums, and we all went to see them off after school. Decentralize personnel and come out to line up; As soon as the red flag opened, Lao Yuping and Jenny Yu led the way. Old people who are over 70 years old still queue up like school-age children and go to cadre schools. Can't bear to look at the heart, first withdraw; All the way back, I found that many people lacked the enthusiasm to say goodbye and went back to work. There is no expression on everyone's face.

We are waiting for the transformation of ultra-leftwing, and we are not in the mood to pay attention to what is sadness or hate, nor have the leisure to taste the "special" "taste". Some departments have left cadre schools, and those who have not left should step up their work. Sitting and studying all day, even "re-educating" our "worker master" is bored. There was a little "master" in his twenties and twenties who whispered, "I make steel in front of the furnace every day, and I don't feel tired; Now sitting all day, my ass hurts, my head hurts, and I feel weak. " Obviously, refining people is more troublesome than steelmaking; Sitting on the bench is also a hard job.

Refining people depends on manual labor. After we dug the bomb shelter, an underground building extending in all directions, we moved the books around. Tie, tie, carry, move from one building to another, and move from here to there; After moving books from my own unit, I moved books from other units. Once, we went to a dusty library for three years to move books, bookshelves, bookshelves and so on. Make room. As soon as someone went in, they choked on the dust and sneezed twenty times. Although I wore a mask, I came out covered in dust and coughed up black phlegm. I remember that the weather had changed from cold to warm. Heavy iron bookshelves, heavy bookcases, and heavy card cabinets-card drawers are full of cards, all of which are whipped by young people with their shoulders, and the close-fitting clothes are worn out, revealing meat. This surprised me again. Wearing the most is human flesh and blood!

The weak always take advantage; I only do trivial things, and when I have time, I will pack some packages and send them to the silent memory of the cadre school. Write a letter home when you have time; In a few words, off and on, all day long. How interesting it would be to reread these letters if they were kept! But more valuable letters have been destroyed, so why cherish them?

When they went down, they cleaned a dusty labor camp first. I slept on the grass bed that night and still felt hot. Suddenly there was a heavy snow, the ground was muddy and the weather suddenly became cold. 17, a large group of people came, eighty bachelors lived in one room and slept in several kang. A naughty boy followed his father down. Before going to bed, he often urinates around the kang and "fertilizes" the people on the kang. On the rest day, everyone goes to town to buy food: roast chicken and cooked turtle. I asked how silent storage tastes; He didn't taste it, so he quietly made some limerick and sent it to me.

Luoshan has no land to farm, and ultra-leftwing has nothing to do. More than a month later, the cadre school staff moved to Dongyue, Xixian County with a lot of boxes and objects. Xixian can be found on the map, but Dongyue can't be found. There are lonely people and poor people, and there is no fuel in the stove that makes a fire in winter. Many lesbians have frostbite on their faces. You have to squat down by the pond to wash clothes. I asked my local aunt to wash the new shirt, and it disappeared after washing. I am only worried that he will fall into the pond; If you can ask someone to wash it for you, it's worth losing some clothes.

People who are waiting to go to cadre schools in Beijing are of course concerned about the life of cadre schools and often ask me to tell them something. What everyone likes to hear is the story of Comrade He Qifang eating fish. The local fishing was exhausted, so the canteen improved the food and tried to stew fish. Comrade Qi Fang picked up his mug and bought one. But it tastes weird, and the more you eat it, the weirder it gets. He picked up the biggest piece and wanted to have a taste. When he looked at it, it turned out to be a medicated soap that had not been soaked, and it was put in a mouthwash cup without being removed. Everyone laughed with infinite sympathy. They also told me a joke. Tie Zhongshu and Ding XX, two first-class researchers, couldn't survive a boiler for a long time! I defended them: the boiler is located in the open air, and it is not easy to boil a boiler in a snowstorm. But a joke is still a joke.

During the Spring Festival, they began to build their own houses. Lesbians are also strong laborers who pull carts, take off blanks, make bricks and build houses. Mocun, Mr. Yu Pingbo and other "old, weak, sick and disabled" were exempted from military service and only did odd jobs. That was eight months after they went down, and our company was decentralized. By that time, they had moved into the new house they had built.

Our company left the cadre school on July 1970 12. Last time I sent Mocun away, I took a photo with Ayuan. Send me away this time, with only one yuan left; Germany and Italy committed suicide and died a month ago.

I have to admit that I am always "right-leaning", but he said that I really don't like those "leftists". When the May 16th Movement started in their university, several suspected "ultra-leftists" confessed that they were "organizers" and the list of "May 16th" was in his hand. At that time, Deyi had returned to school, and Ayuan was still working in the factory. They can't go home on the same day. Finally, when he left me, he said, "Mom, I can't be unkind to the masses or contradict the propaganda team;" But I can never make up a list to harm people, and I won't lie. "He lost his freedom when he got to school. The class struggle was in full swing, and Yuan and others who worked in the factory all returned to school. The leader of the propaganda team wins one in three units every day, forcing him to hand over the list. I committed suicide as soon as I got there.

Yuan put me on the train, and I urged her to go home first, so she didn't have to wait for the bus. She is not a fragile girl, so I should be able to reassure her. But I looked at her lonely back, sad in my heart and closed my eyes; When I close my eyes, I can see her cleaning up alone in our broken and messy home, and then open my eyes. Her back has disappeared from the window. I closed my eyes again and let the tears flow into my nose and stomach. The train started slowly and I left Beijing.

The silent memory of cadre schools is dark and thin, almost. It's strange that I knew it at first sight.

There is a outspoken doctor Huang in our cadre school. Mocun went to see a doctor and saw him writing Qian Zhongshu's name in the autograph book. He said angrily, "Nonsense! You what? Qian Zhongshu! I know Qian Zhongshu! " Asserting silently that he is Qian Zhongshu. Dr. Huang said, "I know Qian Zhongshu's lover." Mocun stood the test and gave her lover's name. Dr. Huang remains to be believed, but it doesn't matter whether it's true or not, so I won't argue anymore. I mentioned this to Dr. Huang afterwards, and she couldn't help laughing and said, "Why, it's totally different."

I don't remember what he looked like or what clothes he was wearing. I only saw a red envelope on his right chin. Although it is only the size of a hazelnut, its shape is sinister: the top is bright red and the bottom is dark yellow, obviously full of pus. I was surprised and said, "Oh, is this gangrene? You have to use hot compress. " But who will do the hot compress for him? I later saw mud handprints on their Red Cross first aid kit, gauze and cotton wool. Mo Cun said that he already had the same external rash, and the leader asked him to rest for a few days and let him change his profession and stop burning boilers. At present, he looks after tools during the day and patrols at night. Because I went to visit my relatives, his immediate superior specially gave him a half-day holiday. However, my platoon leader was very strict, and he only asked me to follow others around and told me to return to the team immediately. Silently sent me back to the team, and we broke up without saying a few words. Ayuan and I haven't told him about Ti Yi's death yet, so we haven't told him yet. A day or two later, he wrote that the bag was gangrenous and had five holes. Fortunately, after a few injections, it gradually recovered.

Although we are only an hour away, we all belong to different places. We should obey orders and discipline, and we can't just walk around. We often just exchange letters and visit relatives on rest days. Rest day is not Sunday; Taking a break every ten days is called big worship. If something happens, Da Zhou can cancel. But compared with Ayuan who is alone in Beijing, we are from the same place.

Remember the feeling of "small trend"

The poet in our vegetable garden class brought back a little yellow dog from the brick kiln. Poet's surname area. Occasionally, someone pronounced the surname "Qu" as "Ugly", so they named the puppy "Chou Xiao". The poet's revenge is wonderful: he didn't name the puppy Xiaoxiang, but wanted it to be tied with A Xiang and called it A Ju. But the "small trend" is smoother than the "a trend", so it is called away. Fortunately, people outside the vegetable garden don't know that "Small Trend" turned out to be a "community".

We put away the remaining broken bricks and built a small nest for Chou Xiao in the south of the shack, with straw in the nest; This nest is cold and hard. There was a canal in the vegetable field, which fell in at the beginning. When the weather was still warm, one foot once fell into the water, and the shoes and socks were wet all day, which was very uncomfortable. You see, Xiao Zhi is covered in mud and shivering with cold. I feel sorry for him. If the straw piled up around the shack is straw, you can grab it and wipe it. The straw is too hard to use. We had to put it in the sun. The sun is just a "fresh water sun", without much heat, but with a cold wind.

Although Zhu Xiao is a dog in the hinterland of Henan Province, there is always some breast milk that his mother can eat. We have nothing to feed it, so we have to take some bits and pieces of sweet potato heads and dried steamed bread from the kitchen to soak and feed it. There is a very correct old gentleman in our tea garden class. He saw the white-flour steamed bread (although it was sporadic leftovers) being fed to the dog and severely reprimanded the monitor: "Do you think the fellow villagers ate it? You feed the dog with white flour! " We are all ashamed. From now on, we only dare to feed the sweet potato pieces saved in our mouths to Zhu Xiao. In fact, steamed bread and sweet potato are not dog food. So the small trend is weak and weak, and the old does not grow.

On one occasion, A Xiang twisted his face and whispered in my ear, "Let me tell you something"; After that, I smiled shyly. Then she told me, "Xiao Chi-do you know? -in the toilet-stealing-stealing dung to eat! ! "

I can't help laughing. I said, "Look at your air, I thought you were stealing vegetables there!" " "

A Xiang is very worried: "I am used to eating, what should I do?" Dirty! "

I said, which dog in the village doesn't eat shit! When my daughter just went to the countryside, she took a big shit on the pit mat with the little baby on the kang; She was so anxious that she wiped it with a lot of toilet paper. Aunt came and complained that she had collapsed the toilet paper-and feces. Aunt shouted "Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo" and ran to a dog. She went to the kang and licked it for a while, licking the kang mat even the doll's ass, without washing or wiping it. Every morning, when she hears the barking of the neighbor's dog, she knows that the dolls are feeding the dog.

I didn't know why pigs are unclean animals until I got to the countryside. Because pigs and dogs have the same hobbies. However, pigs are less polite than dogs. They are greedy and have no sense of humor. They will knock down people who are squatting. The dog sits far away and waits, then wags its tail and enjoys it. We live in the village, not only know the dogs in the village, but also raise them.

If pigs and dogs are unclean animals, are vegetables clean plants? Where do vegetables grow? Vegetarian gentlemen probably ignored it.

I told A Xiang that we have two old sayings, which are "Never change after repeated education" and "A leopard cannot change his spots". One is: "You can change, dogs don't eat shit." One is: "You're just a dog cursing on a dung can!" " Zhou Xiao is not a foreign dog and has never eaten canned dog food made in the west. It is inferior to other dogs; It is said that the leftovers from their kitchen can be fed to their dogs, so their dogs are fattened. The leftovers in our kitchen can only be fed to pigs, because pigs are part of production. A small tendency to steal food, just to solve their own survival problems.

Every time Mocun comes to our garden, he always brings some furry crusts or ribs to feed Zhou Xiao. Chu Xiao jumped up to welcome him as soon as he saw him. Once, Mocun brought two rotten eggs-I don't know who threw them away. He threw it at the small trend with a bang, and the small trend even ate and licked, leaving no eggshells left. When I look at the garden alone, Xiao Zhi always waits for silence with me. Seeing Mocun running from the north of the brick kiln, he stepped forward, jumped up and down, screamed and wagged his tail desperately, which was not enough to express his joy, so he spared him a roll. As soon as I finished, I rolled, got up and wagged my tail, and then rolled on the spot. Mochu has probably never received such a warm welcome in his life. He couldn't walk any further, so I shouted to get out of the way and the three of us came to the vegetable field together.

One of my colleagues often tells me about his precious grandson. It is said that his three-year-old grandson greeted his grandfather home, cheered and rolled on the ground. He couldn't stop laughing when he finished. I think the child is cute, too, but I dare not compare his grandson with Zhou Xiao. But I often think: Are dogs human? Or are people like dogs? Or little dolls, whether people or dogs, have similarities?

I am eager to follow my acquaintances. Before our company moved to the "central point", every time A Xiang and I went back to the company for dinner, Xiao Zhi would follow. At that time, it was just a puppy, equivalent to a toddler, walking and rolling with touching love. We are afraid that it will get tired of walking and won't let it follow. We always put it in the kennel and block it with bricks. One night, on the way back to Lian, we suddenly found ourselves sneaking behind. It turned out that it had broken out of its nest. It was raining that day, and the road was difficult to walk. We scolded him, but he ignored us. It rolled and rolled until it reached the mat shed in our kitchen and canteen. People love it and pity it, and each saves something from his mouth to feed it. Zhou Xiao had a full meal and followed the vegetable garden monitor back to the vegetable field. This is its first trip.

When I was alone in the vegetable garden, I went to Mocun for dinner for the first time. I can't keep Zhu Xiao in the kennel, so I have to lock him in the cabin. Once I walked past a brick kiln. When I turned around, I suddenly saw Zhu Xiao following me secretly from a distance. It obviously emerged from the straw wall of the hut. I told it to stop, and it stood still. But as soon as I got to the silent dormitory, it came with its feet; I jumped for joy at the sight of silence. Roommates love dolls and dogs and try to feed them with their own food. Zhu Xiao had another hearty meal.

Chou Xiao first just welcomed Momo to the vegetable garden, and then followed him, but he only returned to the stream. Once Mocun walked a long way and found that Xiaochi was still behind. Afraid of being tired from walking, he arrested the puppy and sent it back to the vegetable garden. He told me to hold it tightly and then left in a hurry. Who knows that he got the mail back that day, and Zhu Xiaozheng was waiting outside the dormitory, jumping and welcoming. It called a silent storage and came back to the vegetable garden to accompany me.

After our whole company moved to the "central point", Cheng Xiao still lived on the leftovers brought back by our monitor from the canteen, which was very inconvenient. So after a while, Zhou Xiao also moved to the "central point". Close to the kitchen, there is always endless food; But it lost contact with the old vegetable field. I go back to my dormitory very late every day and I don't know where its nest is. Many people in your company like dogs; But some people think that dogs are just bourgeois ladies' playthings. So I am indifferent to small trends and never caress them. Zhu Xiao somehow found the door where I lived a long time ago. When I come back to my house at night, I often get told, "Your little friend has been looking for you several times." I feel that he is considerate of each other, and I don't think I can repay him. I often leave some bones and things like that for him to show some meaning. From now on, I go to the vegetable garden every morning, and it wants to follow. I stopped drinking it. Once I even picked up the mud and threw it away. It stopped and just looked at me from a distance. One day, it was raining lightly, and I was sitting alone in my shack when I suddenly heard a beep. Zhu Xiao jumped on the car door, wagged his tail and screamed happily, and then came down next to me. It found the way from the "central point" to the vegetable garden!

I go to a quiet place to eat and walk back and forth on the road after dinner. It will take at least half an hour. Afraid that the vegetable garden will be left unattended, I often buy food at the canteen under the slope of "Tiger Mountain". It's only six or seven minutes away from the vegetable garden. Chu Xiao is a guest, so I have to invite him to dinner. I usually eat half a meal, but I bought a normal one that day and ate it with Xiao Zhi. Although it is not far from the canteen to the vegetable garden, it is very cold all the way. Holding a rice bowl in both hands can't stop the cold. Food is always cold, so you must chew it slowly and heat it with the heater in your mouth. Where can Zhou Xiao feed it after I finish eating? He just kept jumping around begging for food. I have to raise my rice bowl with one hand, pour a spoonful of rice and garlic into my mouth, and then pour another spoonful on paper for Zhou Xiao; Or it will lick my spoon. We shared dinner in this way, and then I washed the dishes and spoons, packed my things and hurried back to the "central point" with a little hurry.

But Zhu Xiao can't protect me, but I must protect it. Because it has changed from a doll dog to a little girl dog in just two or three months. "Tiger Mountain" is piled with wood and other things, and there is a fierce dog named "Tiger". There is also a greyhound who is not weak. They all admire the small trend. Small and small, instinctively afraid of them. Every time he comes to the vegetable garden to accompany me, he needs my care on his way home and drinks both big dogs. We have to walk a long way along the river. I walk on the high embankment, walk by the river, walk on the slope, and I can hide. Cross this bridge and walk to the other side of the river, and Chu Xiao will be calm.

Luckily, I know those two big dogs-I know them on purpose. Once I ate dinner too slowly and locked the cabin. It was completely dark. As soon as I stepped onto West Street, I heard "Woohoo ……". I saw a pair of shining eyes in front of me, and then I saw a big black dog, with his back hunched and his back turned to me. It's a tiger, the fiercest dog in school. When I live in my hometown, I sometimes get lost when I go back to my village at night. When I step on my foot, the dogs in the village will bark immediately and run around at night. You have to stand still and drink "dog!" In the voice of your hometown. It is said that dogs in the village have no separate names. They will gradually recede. "Tiger" didn't scream, but jumped forward, which really scared me. But out of habit, I stood and drank "tiger!" It didn't pounce on me, only "woo woo woo ...". Growling and sniffing at my feet, then slowly backing away. When you meet a "tiger" when you buy food, you will always call it and give it something to eat. Greyhound: I forgot its name. It is an accomplice of the tiger. I always say hello when I see them, remembering the teaching I heard since I was a child: I can't lack dogs. I may not have shown them how weak I am.

After we moved to the "central point", we took turns patrolling the night show every night. The connection mode is different. Our company is divided into four groups in one night, each group has two hours. The first one is from ten to twelve, and the last one is from four to six in the morning. Both classes take care of the old, the weak and the sick, because it is better to stay up late or get up early than to get up in the middle of the night to interrupt sleep. Each class is patrolled by two people, and only the first class is one person. It is said that this period of time is relatively safe, and the most frequent time for theft is around three or four in the morning. Everyone is not very enthusiastic about a night patrol alone. I am willing to stay up late and covet this class. No one will argue with me. I put on a long and big public leather coat and brought a flashlight. After lights out at ten o'clock, I visited the dormitory. The scope of the visit is very wide: from North Street to the square where the cadre school shows movies, along the new vegetable garden and pigsty, and then back. After turning off the lights for more than ten minutes, there was no sound around. A person is spinning in the dark, and time passes slowly. But sometimes I'm not alone. I often "cheer" and jump up to accompany me on tour for several weeks.

Zhu Xiao accompanied me on the night patrol, which reminded me of the kitten Huahua who took me home every night during the "three evils" in Tsinghua. I am a coward; Don't ask if there are ghosts. I'm afraid of ghosts anyway. Don't say it's dark at night, even in a brightly lit place, you will suddenly be afraid to walk from the East Room to the Westinghouse. But in the "three evils", the whole person has changed, and suddenly he is no longer afraid of ghosts. The department meets every night until eleven o'clock, and I walk back to the dormitory in the southeast corner from the northwest corner of Tsinghua alone. There are several places on the road that I have been particularly afraid of. You will feel cold when you walk alone during the day or when you are accompanied at dusk. I'm not afraid during the "three evils". At that time, Mocun was seconded to work in the city, and Ayuan went to school in the city and stayed at school. The maid at home has fallen asleep for a long time, and spends only half the night in the bushes waiting for me to return. It also gently "blare", like a small trend, jumped at my feet. I put my two front feet gently around my ankles-if I am still timid, I will be scared by it-and then jumped a mile forward, came back to meet me, and jumped forward again, without sitting at the door and looking up at me, taking out my key to open the door until I got home. Small trends are more tame than flowers, and they only follow closely under their feet. It accompanied me, but I was thinking about the old things caused by flowers. We haven't kept cats since we lost them when we moved. If you remember the Buddhist commandment of "don't stay for three nights, sleep under a mulberry tree", you shouldn't go easy on a public puppy. But Zhu Xiao seems to have decided that I am the master-maybe I just can't leave it.

Once, someone from our company went to Xincai by bike. Cheng Xiao followed the car and went straight to Xincai. That comrade likes dogs, so he specially bought a bowl of noodles for Chu Xiao to eat. Then put it in the car pocket and take it home. But Zheng Xiao was exhausted, lying dying, motionless and not screaming. Everyone thought it was going to die. When I came back from the vegetable garden, someone said to me, "Your child is dying. Go and have a look. " I ran after him. I called little Rush. He recognized the sound and jumped up at once, barking and wagging his tail. Everyone said confidently, "All right! All right! Small and lively! " Zhu Xiao didn't know that so many people cared about it.

I bought a dog in the kitchen during the Spring Festival and cooked dog meat because it was cheaper than pork. Some villagers love dogs and are reluctant to sell them to others. Some are willing to sell, but they can't bear to kill. Some people are willing to kill themselves and sell them. What we bought in the kitchen was killed. According to northerners, dog meat should be cooked with hard wood until it is half rotten and dipped in onion paste-I wonder if it is the kind that Lu eats? In our kitchen, according to A Xiang's suggestion, we use thick oil-red sauce and add more onions and ginger to burn it red. I went back to Lian for dinner that day, bought a braised dog meat and invited others to try it. The meat is tender, not too thin, similar to the lean meat of pigs. According to everyone, Chou Xiao refused to eat dog meat, whether it was raw or cooked. According to the poets in this area, Xiaoqu went to the street to eat dog meat, dug a hole in the mud and cut the meat. I don't believe the poet's words and question him again and again. He insisted that he had taken the dog meat. But I created it anyway. This is the creation of the poet.

Suddenly came the news that the cadre school was going to move, and the leader said that all the dogs kept by the company were not allowed to be taken away. Before we moved, a group of PLA people had been stationed in the "central point". A Xiang and I introduced them with a little inclination, saying that we could not take them away and ask them to take care of them. The PLA soldiers said: "Don't worry, we will feed it; Many of us like small animals. " A Xiang and I told him that the puppy's name was "Chou Xiao" and even called it "Chou Xiao" several times, so that the PLA would know what to call it.

The day we moved, it was too noisy. No one has seen Zhu Xiao. Maybe he went to play with his partner. After we moved to Minggang, someone went to the "Central Point" to deal with some unfinished business and came back to relay what the people there said: "Your puppy refused to eat, ran back and forth, ran and barked, looking everywhere." Is Zhu Xiao looking for me? Looking for silent storage? Looking for everyone in our company who cares about it? Some of us regret not learning from each other, and simply violate discipline and bring dogs to Minggang. However, the dogs brought to Minggang were driven away after all.

Silence and I think of Xiao Zhi and often say, "What's wrong with Xiao Zhi?"

Mocun said, "Maybe someone has eaten it and turned it into a pile of dung."

I said, "Give it to someone. Maybe become an old bitch, pick some shit to eat and feed one.

A litter of puppies ... "