The years of red flags

Chapter 25 On The Road

Looking at Jiang Hua's inexplicable smile, Zhong Yuemin was puzzled by Zhang Er's monk, he could only make up his mind, maybe he was happy because he successfully evacuated and was not caught.

When the two came to the vegetable market, they just smelled a scent of noodles, and their stomachs were growling, and they forgot to eat at noon.

So the two began to eat fried noodles with peace of mind. At this time, people from the Revolutionary Committee of the HD Library began to patrol.

Opening the door of the library, four or five people walked swaggeringly, and the last woman suddenly said: "Why do I feel that there are fewer books on some bookshelves?"

"Isn't someone stealing the book?"

Several people began to check, and the woman said again: "There are so few books, this row of bookshelves are full of medical books, but I put them up with my own hands, at least one-fifth is missing."

"Wan Duzi, hurry up and see if the thief is still there?"

Several people searched inside and outside the library, but did not find the thief.

Finally, in the corner, several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and the woman asked, "Why don't you report it to the leader!"

The leader of the patrol scolded: "Report what a fart, patrolling and guarding are our responsibilities, and in the end the trouble has to fall on us."

The woman asked, "What if the book is gone?"

"Cold salad, the leaders here don't know the situation here, so if you lose it, just throw it away. The big guys are tight-lipped. As long as we don't tell it, everything will remain the same."

"it is good."

"no problem."

Seeing that everyone else agreed, the woman was also afraid of losing her job, so she also agreed.

Jiang Hua and Zhong Yuemin came here in fear, and finally, under the ulterior treatment of these people, all traces were erased.

Zhong Yuemin wiped his mouth and praised sincerely: "This noodles with fried sauce is really delicious."

As soon as this was mentioned, Jiang Hua got angry and cursed angrily: "Fuck off, people are all noodles with sauce, good guy, let you just mix noodles with sauce, I made you more than half of the fried sauce, you Not afraid to die."

Zhong Yuemin said without shame: "A small bowl of dry fried pork belly and shiitake mushrooms must be so heavy to taste."

The two picked up the bike and went home, just pushing it without riding it, as a way to digest food.

After returning home, Zhong Yuemin lay on the sofa, with his arms resting on his forehead, and suddenly said: "When I was in the library, I didn't feel nervous at all, but now I feel a little scared."

"Knowing that fear is a good thing. Those who are fearless will eventually lose their sense of awe. Without a sense of awe, that is terrible."

Jiang Hua exchanged Zhong Yuemin's book from his satchel, and was about to take out a book and hand it over.

"This book is very suitable for you to read, but because it is suitable for you to read, it is a banned book and extremely toxic."

"On the way." Zhong Yuemin asked in confusion: "The title of the book is weird, what is it about?"

"It tells about the life attitude of hippies, tells about the spiritual beliefs of some people who despise authority under the background of the Cold War, and tells about a personality pursuit that is incompatible with orthodox society."

Zhong Yuemin became interested, and this attitude towards life was very attractive to him, even though he didn't know what a hippie was, because the flower growers at that time were relatively closed, and they would not let this kind of poisonous weed-like thinking slip in at all.

Jiang Hua's statement aroused Zhong Yuemin's interest, and he slowly opened the pages of the book, and Zhong Yuemin was attracted in without two pages.

Jiang Hua went back to his bedroom and began to write and draw, while Zhong Yuemin was concentrating on reading a book outside. It was late at night, and occasionally there were a few barking dogs, but it couldn't break the peace of the world.

The desk lamp in the bedroom has been off for a long time, but the light in the living room has not been turned off, and the sound of flipping books can be heard intermittently.

Waking up early in the morning, Jiang Hua got dressed, and saw Zhong Yuemin lying on his back on the sofa, staring absently at the roof.

Jiang Hua waved his hands in front of his eyes a few times, Zhong Yuemin said blankly, "Don't touch me, I've been reading all night, the shock is a bit big, let me calm down."

Jiang Hua also ignored him, and went to the yard to start morning exercises. Zhong Yuemin was woken up by the sound of punching. He sat up and watched Jiang Hua practice the basic free fighting moves one by one with great interest.

When Jiang Hua was drenched in sweat, Zhong Yuemin asked: "Why does this kind of free thinking appear in an ugly capitalist country, and this free and easy way of life is so f*ckingly suitable for me."

While wiping his body with cold water, Jiang Hua said: "It's a pity that it is contrary to the traditional humanistic and moral concepts of our flower growers. Every trend of thought is not born for no reason, and must be rooted in a certain cultural and historical background. This kind of hippie Thoughts were born under the background of the Ugly Country and the Cold War. The reason why they despise authority and talk about philosophy and literature is that they are confused about the future and hope to find their own spirit through the collision of ideas. Belief."

"Then why do I admire this attitude so much again?"

"Because you are also confused, I can't be sure whether you will be on the road for a lifetime or for a while, it depends on when you can find your own value."

Zhong Yuemin looked at the muscular Jiang Hua, thought for a while and asked, "Aren't you confused?"

"I am full of confidence in the future. Why am I confused? Maybe I don't know what I should do, but I am sure that the florists will have a good future and will achieve a great revival."

Zhong Yuemin laughed, and said self-deprecatingly, "I really don't know where your confidence comes from, why don't I have it?"

"You and my father, Comrade Zhong Shanyue, were young people who participated in the revolution and were never lost in the most difficult times, so you have to learn from him and learn what is called an optimistic revolutionary spirit."

"You mean, I'm pessimistic."

Jiang Hua simply shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe your laughing and scolding is a mask to cover up your pessimism. Although I recommend this book to you, I actually think it's not desirable."

Zhong Yuemin said with a smile, "You said this book is suitable for me, and you recommended it to me, and then told me that this book is not recommended. You hope your brother will go astray."

"The ancient flower growers also had this kind of confusion. During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, in a time of great strife, people of insight could not see the hope of peace in the world. They traveled the world in the same way, and their thoughts collided with each other, so there was a hundred schools of thought. But only There’s no hippie, independent attitude.”

Zhong Yuemin asked curiously, "Why didn't our ancestors do this?"

Jiang Hua said proudly, "The realm is different. Our ancestors took the world as their own responsibility. In addition to thinking, they would also do it, and actively use their own thoughts to save the world."

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(End of this chapter)