The Heartless Mage Chapter 166: Night party

On weekdays in the compound of the Revolutionary Committee, although Wuxin often knew Chen Daguang's official prestige, but because Chen Daguang was still a young man after all, he couldn't help being casual in private, especially Wuxin did not pay attention to etiquette, so he still realized Less than Chen Daguang's power. When he left the county and went to the countryside, Wuxin opened his eyes and realized that Chen Daguang really had a high status like a local emperor. Chen Daguang took a Soviet Gaz 69 jeep, driving lightly and fast on the asphalt road, followed by several large trucks, fully loaded with his subordinates. Not long after they left the city, they arrived at the nearest Pig Mouth Commune. Zhuzui Commune, whose real name is Zhuzui Town, is next to Zhutou Mountain. Because Pig Head Mountain has long been a mining area, the Zhuzui Commune has been blessed and prosperous. When Chen Daguang got off the jeep, he was surrounded by commune cadres and advanced commune members. While walking slowly, enjoying the enthusiastic compliments from all directions, Chen Daguang was airy, thinking that the Cultural Revolution was really good. If there was no Cultural Revolution, he graduated last summer and is now at most a middle school as a PE teacher. Compared with the director of the county revolutionary committee, there is no comparison between physical education teachers.

The commune kills pigs and sheep and entertains people from the county. Chen Daguang knew that his knowledge was poor and he couldn't speak beautiful words, so he was cautious in his words and deeds, and maintained his unfathomable and lofty image. Others did not have his concerns, and they walked around with great interest, enjoying the inauthentic rural scenery of the town. Wuxin took Su Taoman around the town and said casually, "The change is really big. It turns out that there is only one serious street in the town."

Su Tao looked at him curiously: "How do you know?"

Inadvertently put both hands in his pockets: "Listen to what others have to say."

Bai Liuli stuck out her round head from the gap of her schoolbag, but she didn't see any good scenery. He spit out a letter quickly, because he had eaten too much recently and couldn't move, so he lazily retracted his schoolbag.

Wuxin took Su Tao on the way home, thinking of Crescent Moon. If Crescent Moon lived to this day, she would be an old lady. Time can dry a person alive, as if a dry and old hand stroked his head and face, making him dazed under the sun.

Su Tao sniffed, pulled his sleeve and asked, "Do you smell the fragrance?"

Wuxin took a breath: "I smell it, it's really fragrant."

The food in the commune is very good. Chen Daguang, Zhu Jianhong and others eat small stoves accompanied by commune officials. The small stove is exquisite, the large stove is not bad, and the pots of stewed meat are brought to the table. Before moving the chopsticks, everyone stood up in unison, holding the red book and shouting in unison: "I wish the great leader Chairman Mao a long life! Long life is boundless! Long life is boundless!"

With the repetition of the words "Longevity without borders", the red treasure book in the hands of everyone waved diagonally upward three times. Then he continued to shout: "I wish Deputy Commander Lin good health! Good health! Good health!"

After the congratulations, the people in the cafeteria sang the song "The East is Red". After singing the last sentence, the sound of the dining hall tables and chairs rang out, and the chopsticks shot straight at the pork like arrows. Wuxin and Su Tao didn't even want the staple food, they chose pork belly to chew on, and they ate a mouthful of oil.

The program after dinner is a big party for the revolutionary masses. After a long day of excitement, it was another sumptuous dinner. Chen Daguang had to go down to the production brigade for inspection tomorrow, so he stayed overnight in Zhuzui Commune. Logically speaking, the cadres in the county should be assigned to live in the homes of the common people, but Wuxin brought a half-old girl who never left, and it was not suitable for them to live there, so Chen Daguang was considerate and asked him to live with him in the commune. Live in the compound.

Wuxin and Su Tao got a spacious room to live in. The room was built with a half-heated kang, and the two of them were finally able to sleep wide for a night. But before the two people squeezed together, it always seemed like a last resort, and it was quite natural; now they are lying comfortably side by side, like a couple, but it makes people think more deeply.

After the two washed up, Wuxin and Su Tao lay upside down, each covered with a new quilt. The new quilt is not big, and Su Tao's cover is just right, but if she doesn't care about it, she can't care about it, either showing her shoulders or showing her feet. Su Tao couldn't fall asleep for a while, she opened her eyes and looked out the window, her unintentional toes poking out at the edge of her field of vision. Bai Liuli crawled up and down on the quilt, finally arching her head into the crevice of her neck, obediently not moving.

Lying on the kang without any sound, Su Tao fell asleep, but he was still awake, and the old people and the old things flashed in his heart like a revolving light. Just when he was in a trance, he subconsciously tilted his head to look at the door, and saw a ghost floating in front of the closed door.

This ghost is described as miserable. Someone knocked half of his head into a pulp before his death, and one eyeball was squeezed out of the eye socket and hung on his face. . Wuxin immediately half closed his eyes, wanting to see what the other party wanted. And the miserable ghost floated to the edge of the kang tentatively, reaching out to push him, but unfortunately his strength was weak, and one hand was just a phantom, unable to move even a gust of wind.

The ghost seemed to be in a hurry and began to call: "Hey, wake up, wake up! I know you can see us, you open your eyes!"

Intentionally pretending to be deaf and mute, motionless.

The tragic ghost turned around in a circle and drifted out through the wall. But after a while, he came back with four accomplices. The four accomplices are all dressed in similar fashion to him, some of them are fairly clean, and some of them are impersonal. Wuxin squinted his eyes and listened to them chattering in the room, discussing how to wake him up. After some discussion, the four ghosts stood in a row, the miserable ghost stood in front of the people, raised his hands and beat the beat: "The sky and the earth are big - prepare - sing!"

The four ghosts uttered their voices together and started a small chorus: "The heaven and the earth are not as great as the party's kindness, the father and mother are not as good as Chairman Mao's, thousands of good things are not as good as socialism, the rivers are as deep as the oceans are not as deep as class friendship..."

At the end of the song, the miserable ghost looked back at the kang: "Why hasn't he woken up yet?"

The five ghosts are really limited in their abilities. They can't even hold a needle. They stand in front of the kang and are anxious. In desperation, they danced another loyalty dance in the room and sang the Internationale five times. Wuxin was so upset by their quarrel that he had to open his eyes and look at them. And when they saw Wuxin finally woke up, they immediately pointed to the door together, as if to let him go.

Without a word, Wuxin made a mouth and asked, "What are you doing?"

The ghost replied: "Someone is looking for you."

Inadvertently asked: "Who?"

The five ghosts shook their heads together: "I don't know."

Wushen thought for a while, then reached out and squeezed the tip of Bai Liuli's tail and shook it. Bai Liuli slowly curled her body and turned her head back, without saying anything, she just winked at him, and raised one eyebrow to the five ghosts underground. Bai Liuli understood, and slowly fell down again.

Wuxin put on his clothes and trousers, fastened his shoelaces, and quietly went out with the five ghosts. There were militiamen standing guard at the gate, and he was afraid of being questioned, so he jumped over the wall. The five ghosts went straight through the wall and led him out of the town sneakily. After they were all gone, the leading tragic ghost discovered the problem: "Why are there two missing?"

The ghosts looked at each other, and then looked at Wuxin together. Wuxin asked with interest: "What are you looking at? It's just that two ghosts are missing. Maybe they have just been reincarnated! To be honest, who asked you to come to me?"

The remaining three ghosts showed a bit of pity: "Comrade, we really don't know. He lives in a cave, and we haven't seen his face."

Wuxin sneered: "Nonsense! Do you have to go through the door if you want to see someone?"

Three Ghosts immediately assured: "We're not talking nonsense. We can't get in where he's staying!"

Inadvertently saw that the three of them, no matter whether they were human or ghosts, were probably first-class muddleheads, so I stopped talking nonsense and moved on. At the same time, Bai Liuli, who stayed in the room, swallowed two poor ghosts who were walking slowly. After getting out of the snake body and standing in the room, he looked at the little **** the kang with a relaxed heart, and then looked at the big moon outside the window.

Wuxin dashed for an hour in the dark and entered the pig head mountain mining area next to the town. The mines were all busy making revolutions, and production had long since stopped. The three ghosts dutifully led him through a desolate factory area, and finally stopped in front of a hill, and they stopped moving.

Xiaoshanbao is a rocky mountain. Two large iron gates are hidden in the dark holes below. There is a faint light in the cracks of the doors. It can be seen that there should be a warehouse or an air-raid shelter in the mountain. Unintentionally abandoning the three ghosts, he walked forward. When he reached the iron gate, the iron gate opened automatically.

A heavily armed youth stuck his head out and looked at Wuxin sharply. When Wuxin looked inward, he saw a dim yellow light bulb hanging in the air. In the limited circle of light under the light bulb, there is a simple kang table with food and drinks. The little Ding Mao sat on the floor behind the table, holding a cigarette in one hand and a wine glass in the other, and nodded to him with a smile.

WuXin didn't wait for anyone to let him go, so he automatically bypassed the young man and walked to the table. Ding Mao put down the wine glass, tilted his head and took a cigarette, and then raised his hand and made a downward motion: "Sit." Then he picked up the wine glass and took another sip with relish.

Wuxin saw his stamina and drinking, and suddenly didn't know where to start. Bending down and sitting cross-legged on the concrete floor, he asked without thinking, "Are you... okay?"

Little Dingmao took a deep breath, and then let out a long exhale: "I'm okay. The twilight is dark and I look relaxed, and the clouds fly over still calmly. Do you think I'm never calm?"

Wuxin glanced at the desktop: "I don't know if you never take it easy, but I think you are good at eating."

Little Dingmao laughed, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case at the corner of the table and continued: "I heard that Ma Xiuhong is dead?"

Wuxin nodded, then looked up at him: "Little Ding Mao, who are you?"

Little Ding Mao took a chopstick and put the cold dish into his mouth, chewing and answering: "I am Xiao Ding Mao."

Wu Xin pressed the edge of the table: "I'm asking about the past, not the present."

Little Ding Mao took a sip of wine and took another cigarette: "I used to be Xiao Ding Mao."

Wuxin stood up while holding the table, turned to the door: "I went back to sleep."

Little Dingmao laughed: "Come back, we have something to talk about, what are you anxious about? Could it be that you and Chen Daguang have mixed up feelings, and now I look very upset?"

Wuxin turned around and came back: "You don't have a word of truth, how can we talk?"

Little Ding Mao took out a bottle of liquor from behind and shook it at Wuxin: "It's a long story, sit down for me. Maotai, do you want a few drinks?"

Wuxin frowned and looked at the little Ding Mao. Seeing that he was full of gossip, he suddenly wanted to beat him up.