When Chen Zikun opened the door, the person had already walked away. A mimeographed notice was posted on the door of No. 17, Hubu Street. The name was filled in by hand. It can be seen that Chen Zikun is not the only one to attend tomorrow's criticism and controversy conference.

"Dad, you must not go." Chen Jiao was frightened.

Chen Zikun smiled faintly: "Go, you must go, I want to see how capable these grandchildren are."

The next morning, the provincial gymnasium was crowded with people. Red Guards from various schools and units gathered together to hold an exciting meeting of criticism and struggle for ten thousand people.

The gymnasium was already full, and there were a group of old men standing on the stage, with an average age of over 65 years old. Each of them had a heavy iron sign hanging around their necks and a high paper hat on their heads, just like an old ghost running out of the Hall of Yama. Behind them were the majestic Red Guards, with their hips on their faces, and they were arrogant,

Slogans were posted everywhere in the venue, and there were slogans hanging high above the rostrum. Thousands of people sang revolutionary songs together. The atmosphere was very warm.

Amid the songs of the helmsman sailing in the sea, a group of female Red Guards walked up in an orderly line. Yishui's green military uniform, red armband, red books, thin small waists, armed belts, black cloth shoes, strolling in a straight face, full of piety and solemnity, while walking in a straight line, shouting slogans: "Revolution is not guilty, rebellion is justified." The sound of the mountain trampling on the floor,

The song slowly stopped, and the audience's eyes were focused on these heroic female Red Guards. A boy wearing a high myopia glasses held an accordion and played "On the Kings Mountain in Beijing" in the corner of the stage. The female Red Guards danced the loyal dance to the music.

The loyal dance is simple and easy to learn, and the movements imitate mechanical movements. As long as you know how to do radio exercises, you will do it. The female students sometimes hold their hands high to show their love for the great leader, sometimes stand out lunges to indicate that they will always follow the great mentor, sometimes point fingers to the ground to indicate that they will completely smash the bourgeois reactionaries, sometimes clench their fists to indicate that they will carry out the revolution to the end.

Finally, the female Red Guards ended their dance in classic style, followed by a handsome boy jumping out with a red flag in his hand, waving the flag and making a sound, with extremely chic and full of proletarian ambitions.

The girls all looked shining because this boy was no one else, but the No. 1 Red Guards in the provincial capital, the commander of the Red Chief Office, Chen Zhong,

After Shuangxi was executed, the Chen Zhong brothers entered the orphanage. The organization arranged for Chen Zhong to give many national speeches. He was used to the big scenes and learned a lot. Later, the publicity efforts were reduced, so he was useless. His academic performance was lost. He was unable to go to college. The opportunity suddenly came. The unprecedented Cultural Revolution began. Compared with other students, Chen Zhong had a more keen sense of political events. He was not the first person in Jiangdong to form a Red Guard organization, but he was the most successful person. After integration, dozens of Red Guard combat teams in the provincial capital formed an alliance, and Chen Zhong served as the commander of the Red Command. Even those college students had to obey his orders.

Chen Zhong is as tall as his father, and is 1.75 meters tall. Others can't eat enough to eat during their adolescence. However, because of his identity as a little hero, he is full and strong. He is a sports student in the school. He is good at running, jumping and throwing shot puts in the long run. Zhou Zheng, who looks like a child, is also a halo of killing his relatives for justice. Many girls who are in love have a crush on him. They are definitely a sensation in the school.

A red flag dance jumped down, Chen Zhong's face was not red, his heart was not beaten, he was not angry, and he went into the backstage to throw the red flag to his comrades, took the tea jar handed over by his assistant Wang Xiaofei, and took a big mouthful of coolness.

Wang Xiaofei, the former squadron leader, is now Chen Zhong's revolutionary follower. He praised: "The commander-in-chief personally went to the stage to warm up the field, and the effect was surprisingly good. The emotions of the revolutionary masses were mobilized, and many soldiers slapped their hands red."

Chen Zhong said lightly: "Xiaofei, are there any targets of criticism and controversy?"

Wang Xiaofei said: "It's still one short."

Chen Zhong frowned: "Who is so arrogant? How dare you not come?"

"Chen Zikun."

"It's him, this number one reactionary." Chen Zhong sneered,

"Commander-in-Chief, why don't we start first." Wang Xiaofei suggested,

"No, this criticism and fight must be indispensable to Chen Zikun, otherwise it will completely lose its meaning. Others will say that we only slapped flies and not hit tigers." Chen Zhong insisted,

"Okay, I'll send someone to mention him."

"No, I'll go in person, you'll be in charge of the conductor and let the band play a few more revolutionary songs."

Suddenly, Wang Xiaofei's eyes widened, and he pointed to the entrance of the gymnasium and said, "He is here."

...

Chen Zikun walked into the gymnasium. He walked very firmly and steadily. The 67-year-old man's waist was already straight like a javelin. His arrogance did not look like he was on the stage of criticism, but like he was giving a speech in college.

Today, there are young students inside and outside the gymnasium. This scene is somewhat similar to when Chen Zikun gave a speech at Jiangdong University after the March 18th Massacre forty years ago. The difference is that he was a young general in high spirits, with thousands of tigers standing behind him. Now he is an old man in his seventies, unarmed, and there is no one behind him.

As Chen Zikun entered the venue, the noisy gymnasium slowly calmed down, and thousands of pairs of eyes moved with his pace. The old man who had retired for many years was still powerful.

Chen Zikun came to the audience and slowly watched the arrangement around him. The gymnasium was hung with red slogans worth more than ten meters long. This scene was similar to the 1936 Berlin Olympics. Slogans, slogans, and totems were all excellent publicity tools that could secrete adrenaline in young people.

Eight high wattage iodine tungsten lamps shone from all directions, and the stage was bright and the targets of criticism had already been in place. Because the ruling faction was protected by soldiers, the Red General Office only captured some historical counter-revolutionaries and rightists. The people on the stage were all old acquaintances of Chen Zikun.

Yan Su, Chen Shou, Gai Longquan, Wang Sanliu, Zeng Jiao, Lin Wenlong, and some staff members who followed him back then,

These people were all figures who stomped their feet and shook Jiangdong and three times back then, but today they became prisoners, sweating profusely under the spotlight, trembling because of fear, pain, and because the iron sign on their necks was too heavy.

No one of them even dared to look up at Chen Zikun.

"Who is your leader?" Chen Zikun said,

Chen Zhong appeared on the stage with two subordinates. He was wearing a washed white military uniform, armed belt, and a military coat on his shoulders. He was extremely majestic and looked down at Chen Zikun from a high place.

Chen Zikun is so familiar with this face. Chen Zhong looks like the same mold as Shuangxi, who was seventeen years old. Shuangxi was a small bandit in the pole of the bitter well. He was saved by the young Jiangbei Guardian. From then on, he was loyal to him for decades.

Chen Zhong was very angry because his limelight was snatched by Chen Zikun. He shouted: "Chen Zikun, you haven't confessed your confession and confessed to the people."

Does this roar bring Chen Zikun back to reality from memory? The young man on the stage is not double joy, but his tragic son Chen Zhong,

Chen Zikun raised his head slightly, looked at the young man who was enough to be his grandson, and said, "You are seventeen years old this year. You were so big when you were born, with yellow hair. I gave you your name to make you loyal to the nation and the country."

"Shut up, don't get close to our Commander-in-Chief Chen." Wang Xiaofei pointed at Chen Zikun's nose and shouted.

Chen Zikun laughed in silence and said, "Commander-in-Chief Chen, who, Chen Zhong, have you fired a gun, killed people, led a few soldiers, fought a few battles, have you ripped your hair together, and dared to call yourself the commander-in-chief."

At first, his tone was still very calm, but later he became more and more severe, and he was simply scolding him.

Chen Zhong's face turned pale. He felt that although he was standing tall, he was still much shorter than Chen Zikun in the audience. He shouted loudly in anger: "Chen Zikun, don't rely on your seniority. The older you are, the more reactionary you become, the more cunning you become. Come on, take him up."

The two Red Guards were ready to jump down to grab Chen Zikun's arm. A 17 or 18-year-old boy, who was puberty and had no food to eat during his puberty. He developed very poorly. He was as thin as bean sprouts, less than 1.7 meters tall. He stood behind Chen Zikun, like a savage grass dog standing beside the lion.

Chen Zikun said, "No need to bet, I will leave myself." After that, he went straight to the stage, stood in front, and glanced at the old subordinates one by one. These old men in their twilight years avoided his gaze and did not dare to look at each other.

A Red Guard took the iron sign that had been prepared long ago and wrote the words "Historical Counter-Revolutionary, Speculator, Warlord Head" in black paint, and made a fork with red paint.

Chen Zikun looked at it contemptuously and said, "I'm old and can't hang the iron sign."

The 15 or 16-year-old boy was wearing a large-size military uniform and looked very funny, but the expression on his face was extremely serious. He shouted in the voice changer of a male duck voice: "If you hang it, just hang it. If you don't hang it, you will be in the current counter-revolution."

Chen Zikun said: "Whether I am guilty is determined by the organization and the court decides. What kind of organization are you? This is called abuse of lynching."

The young man said, "Tell you that we are good soldiers of the **, the Red Chief Executive, I warn you to hang up the sign immediately, otherwise you will bear all the consequences."

Chen Zikun wanted to tease him, but suddenly Chen Shou, who was beside him, whispered: "Hang it, it's too early to finish."

The old subordinates all had iron signs hanging and were suffering. The longer Chen Zikun delayed, the more they suffered. It would be better to end the criticism and fight as soon as possible so that these children could enjoy themselves and go home for dinner and rest.

Helplessly, Chen Zikun had to hang an iron sign himself. The sign was very heavy, and he hung it around his neck with an iron wire. If it weren't for the thick cotton jacket in winter, he could bleed his neck. If he hadn't been wearing a thick cotton jacket in winter, his head would have sagged involuntarily. But Chen Zikun was still standing upright. He was tall and stood among a group of people who bowed their heads and confessed their guilt. He stood out like a crane standing among the crowd, not like a historical counter-revolutionary who was criticized and confronted, but like an indomitable revolutionary pioneer in the court of the reactionary.

A girl with braids walked onto the stage, her sleeves were rolled up, revealing her white and slender arms, and she tapped her into the microphone, and a whistle and electromagnetic sound. The girl adjusted the distance, and she whistled twice, and then said in a straight voice: "Comrades, comrades, the criticism meeting of ten thousand people has begun now."

Chen Zikun recognized that this girl was Yan Su's little granddaughter Yan Xiaodong.
Chapter completed!