Author: 1988 piss Cai

This article was done by netizens from the Wushuang Post Bar in order to commemorate the lost readers. Although the ending of this version is very different from the real ending, the writing style is very good and can be regarded as another ending. We also wish Big Head rest in peace here.

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At the end of June 1971, in Zhongnanhai, Beijing, the gray-haired Premier Zhou had already locked himself in the office for a whole day, and the water had not entered. Outside the door, the confidential secretary and the security personnel were waiting anxiously. The room was filled with smoke, and cigarette butts were filled with dark gray ashtray. Premier Zhou stared at the world map on the wall, and the past was like smoke, and scenes surged into his heart: a young man lost his father, went to Tianjin, participated in sports, and went to Paris. Premier Zhou closed his eyes and thought, then turned around, End wiped the cigarette butts, stalked to the door, and said to the confidential secretary outside the door: "All itinerary arrangements will be cancelled tomorrow, and I will meet alone.

At Jiangbei Salt Lake Farm, the former King of Jiangdong Chen Zikun and his wife squeezed into a shed less than 20 square meters. They worked hard during the day and cooperated with criticism at night. The struggles of several consecutive years did not drag him down. He was strong and followed him. The breeze blew the hills. Old Chen was still energetic and strong. The intellectuals who transformed together in the farm often joked with him: "Liang Po is old, can he still eat?" Old Chen always nodded with a smile on his face.

The house in summer was particularly hot, and even the red soldiers on the farm went down the river to catch shrimps. The cicadas were chirping tirelessly. Old Chen leaned under the big poplar trees, smoking his jade cigarette puff pot while listening to the young people next to him reading old newspapers with interest: China and Vietnam defeated American imperialism and its lackeys; the central group called on the people of the whole country to continue to carry out the Cultural Revolution in depth; Sino-US table tennis friendly matches, etc.

"Old Chen, the director of the farm's revolutionary committee asked you to go to the office and said that you had something urgent to do. I saw that many soldiers came. Please be careful." The young man was naked and panting.

"It's okay, I haven't seen any situation before. A few new recruits?" Chen Zikun stood up carelessly and pounded the cigarette puddle, inserted it diagonally around his waist, and walked towards the farm office calmly. The young man behind him stood up with thumbs up. Everyone said that the glorious past that Mr. Chen told them must be true.

When he arrived at the office door, Chen Zikun knocked on the door politely. The farm director hurriedly opened the door from inside and respectfully invited Chen Zikun into the room. Seeing the smile on the farm director's face was even better than the past, the orange peel was piled up. Chen Lao was very calm, "This is Mr. Chen, this is the comrade of the People's Liberation Army who came to pick you up to the provincial capital. This is the leader." "Luo Xiaolou, I know." Chen Zikun interrupted the director and stretched out his right hand at the same time, but Luo Xiaolou did not shake hands with him, but solemnly saluted: "

Deputy Minister Chen, Hello, I am Luo Xiaolou, the commander of the Jiangdong Military Sub-district. I am ordered by the Party Central Committee to pick you up to Beijing. I hope you can pack up your things and go to the provincial capital with us. There is a special military aircraft specially prepared for you there." Chen Zikun listened quietly, his face was as calm as an ancient well. He knew that this was a state secret, and he couldn't ask anything now. So he took it calmly, "Please wait a moment. I will prepare a few items of change of clothes, and then say goodbye to my family for 10 minutes."

Chen Zikun took the small bag that Xia Xiaoqing had sorted for him, looked at his wife with silver hair and her farm friend, and smiled vicissitudes: "I have been following me over the years. I've been suffering. I'm not sure when I will see you again. Everyone should take care of each other." Just as he was about to turn around and leave, an old man with disheveled hair pushed away the crowd, leaned forward with a crutch, limped up, and said something to Chen Zikun in a vague way. Old Chen looked closely and found that he was Hu Banxian, an old friend who lived next door. He was beaten to this look by the Red Guards alone. He felt regretful to think about it. Hu Banxian saw that Old Chen didn't understand, so he simply shook Chen's hand and grinned.

Saying goodbye to everyone, Mr. Chen was escorted by a guard company and headed straight for the provincial capital in an open jeep. On the road, the fields and farms were deserted, with red flags and slogans everywhere, and groups of rebels and Red Guards marched along the dirt road like a city.

Before boarding the plane of the Jiangdong Military Sub-district, Chen Zikun held Commander Luo's hand: "I'll ask you for everything about family affairs." "Don't worry, Minister Chen, after sending you, I will arrange personnel to do it immediately, and ensure that all your family members must be waiting for you to come back." Luo Xiaolou and others raised their hands to salute, watching Chen Zikun's special plane disappear among the blue sky and white clouds.

In the former Beitai Municipal Government, the current Revolutionary Committee Office, and the office of the Director of the Revolutionary Committee on the top floor of the fifth floor, Yang Shugen was walking back and forth excitedly. They started to become the first rebel to enter Beitai City after snatching power in Nantai County and creating a capitalist-roader rebellion. It took less than a year to become the first rebel to enter Beitai City. Looking at Beitai, the Nantai Gang has completely controlled the municipal government school in this important town in Jiangbei, and has divided and won over the scattered Red Guards and rebel groups in Beitai. Now Yang Shugen is already the director of the Revolutionary Committee of Beitai City, the leader of the rebels, and the leader of the revolutionary guards under the leadership.

Yang Shugen suddenly stopped, put out the cigarette butts, looked at the small proportion map of Jiangdong Province on the wall, grabbed the fruit knife in the fruit plate on the coffee table with his right hand, and inserted it on the red five-star marked as the provincial capital. Zheng Zeru, Xu Tingge and others have become a thing of the past. Now it should be his era of Yang Shugen turned around and looked at his personal secretary Ruan Mingchuan: "The day after tomorrow, oh no, tomorrow we will integrate the team, collect dry food and transportation tools, and work together to take the provincial capital in a few days, I will

Let them know that I am the king of Jiangdong. You go and inform Nie Wenfu and others, tell him that the capitalist-roaders and the ruling factions will be dragged to the Huai River tonight, and the Dharma will be rectified on the spot, leaving no one." Yang Shugen's eyes were bloodshot, and he waved his right arm and roared loudly. Ruan Mingchuan nodded and said yes, took notes, and then led the door out. Yang Shugen turned around, pulled off the map on the wall, and tore it into pieces bit by bit, venting the depression and dissatisfaction he had accumulated over the years. Suddenly, he

In his eyes, he saw a letter in the pile of documents on the table. It was placed there when Ruan Mingchuan came in. He was a little curious, threw away the half-torn map, walked over and picked up the envelope, tore off the painted paper, and shook the letter open and looked at it quickly. It was Chen Yan's pleading letter. This bourgeois lady who was always high and didn't even look at him directly, actually begged to let her sister and brother go for such a day.

.And said that as long as Yang Shugen agrees, she can do anything. Yang Shugen greedily sniffs the fragrance on the letter paper. In a trance, it seems that he has returned to the green years of teaching and training in the provincial capital. At that time, he thought about it day and night, spending countless rolls of toilet paper and billions of descendants for her. Unexpectedly, he finally got what he wanted today. Thinking of Chen Yan's lotus feet, long legs, bee waist and buttocks, fragrant skin of jade neck, pink face and blue hair, Yang Shugen couldn't help but drool.

He walked to the door in fear and opened the door, asked his confidant to find Chen Yan, and then took her to his office. Their ladies understood it and ran away.

After packing up his desk, Yang Shugen went downstairs to take a special car to the canteen for a full-fill Manhan banquet. Then he went to Huaqingchi to take a comfortable bath. He took a few good men's suits and a few knitted underwear in the supply and marketing department store, and then he excitedly went home.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Yan arrived as promised. After closing the door and locking it, she stood in front of Yang Shugen and looked around. She had already made up her mind. After Yang Shugen put her relatives, she picked up the fruit knife on the table and died together with Yang Shugen, the white-eyed wolf. Looking at Chen Yan, who was still charming, Yang Shugen's breathing gradually became rapid. She pressed the half-drawn cigarette on the tablecloth, subconsciously loosened her belt, trembled the Adam's apple, and swallowed a dry mouthful of saliva.

Many years ago, he had the heart to think about how to fall in love, but now he only knows how to fall in love. Yang Shugen walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and pulled up the curtains. He did not notice the abnormal movements of the rebels downstairs. He picked up Chen Yan, who was in tears, and threw him heavily on the sofa. He pulled off his bow tie and cleaned up all of him in a few seconds. He was about to jump onto the door. Yang Shugen just started to take a stance. Before he could move, the messy footsteps sounded in the corridor.

After being knocked away, Ruan Mingchuan fell to the ground with blood on his face. Nie Wenfu, who was closely following him, kicked Yang Shugen on the wall three meters away, and let the People's Liberation Army soldiers behind him come in. "Company Commander Wan, this scumbag with a stubborn but is Yang Shugen. He is harming people everywhere under the banner of the rebels." Yang Shugen wanted to get up to defend himself. Nie Wenfu did not allow him to stand up, and an iron stick was on his head, and red and white splashed the wall. The last sentence Yang Shugen heard before his death was "Don't worry, you're here

Over there, I will take care of your wife and children for you." Company Commander Wan ignored the rebels beside him and punched and kicked the dead Yang Shugen. He walked to Chen Yan quickly, pulled a blanket and covered her, and said softly: "Miss Chen, I am Wan Xiaofei. Do you still remember the one from Shanghai. I am now following Commander Luo and Company Commander Gan, and I am ordered to save you." After that, he picked up Chen Yan, and quickly walked downstairs and got up the car under the protection of the soldiers, and galloped towards Chen Bei's family at Gaotupo.

In Zhongnanhai, Beijing, Premier Zhou has expressed his intentions and the Chairman to the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs who was promoted on the front line. Seeing the Chairman and Prime Minister for a while, Chen Zikun nodded solemnly. He expressed his willingness to help the country, help the Party and the people get out of the predicament, improve Sino-US relations, and accompany the Prime Minister to secretly meet Kissinger and curb the Soviet Union's great power and hegemony policies.

"Brother Kunwu, if you need it, are you really willing to go to the old age and share the worries of the country?" Premier Zhou asked the last question, looking at the old man in front of him a little confused, because he had never seen anyone except the chairman have such persistence.

"Yes, because I am Chinese, I love my motherland and people. The most important thing is that my blood is not cold." Chen Zikun stood up, his words were straight and powerful.

On the afternoon of July 9, 1971, Kissinger secretly arrived in Beijing from Islamabad and held 17-hour talks with Prime Minister Zhou in a hotel. Here, Chen Zikun met his old friend, Ms. Stanley, the former heroic Times Weekly reporter, and has now become a well-behaved diplomatic official. From Stanley, Chen Zikun knew that it was under her insistent request that Kissinger proposed to Prime Minister Zhou to join Chen Zikun on the list of Chinese talks. After reaching a series of secret agreements in succession, Kissinger admired the diplomat named Chen around the Prime Minister. Before leaving, he invited Chen Zikun: "Dear Chen, we hope to see you and your family in Washington, and I hope you can help both countries get out of the current predicament together." Chen Zikun looked at the Prime Minister. After listening to the commentary, the Prime Minister nodded in agreement.

The Americans left in a hurry. Chen Zikun stayed in Beijing for his last two weeks in China. During this period, he went to Shifuma Street, Baoqing's house, and the overpass. Before leaving, he told Baoqing that an old man surnamed Hu would come to their house in a few weeks and hoped that Baoqing would take good care of him. Baoqing naturally agreed.

When boarding the plane in Xiyuan, Chen Zikun, except for gifts and luggage and the accompanying staff, kicked a small box of soil from Beijing Ditan in his arms. The plane flew directly to Shanghai. Except for Chen Bei's family and Liu Ting, everyone else was waiting for him in a warehouse on the Bund. There was also a newcomer in the crowd, Chen Yan's boyfriend Wan Xiaofei, who is Chen Zikun's personal bodyguard.

Ma Chunhua's death touched Chen Bei very much. The sorrow is no greater than the death of his heart. Now Chen Bei just wants to raise his son to be buried with Ma Chunhua after his death. There are thousands of reasons why Liu Ting didn't come, but Chen Zikun knew that the lack of name and no distinction was his biggest debt to her. Chen Zikun looked up at the starry sky, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to greet everyone to set off.

They took an old destroyer from the East China Sea Fleet to sea. They transferred to a US merchant ship on the deep and turbulent high seas, then arrived at the US military base in Okinawa for a short rest, then transferred to Guam, where they followed the aircraft carrier formation of the US Pacific Fleet and returned to Hawaii. The vast Pacific Ocean was endless. Chen Zikun stood in the lounge, looking at the huge aircraft carrier formation behind him through the porthole, feeling deeply moved. When will we have such a powerful sea fortress?

After arriving in Hawaii, with the help of the CIA, Chen Zikun and his group took a special plane to Washington. After completing a series of diplomatic affairs and relocating their family, Chen Zikun took Jianbing to New York in a special car, where Chen's friends were waiting for him.

In Brooklyn, New York, the usual mafia leader party hall, today there were guests full of guests, all of whom were silver-haired old men. Chen Zikun got off the car and gave his old Pacino friend a bear hug at the gate. The two laughed loudly. Li Yaoting next to him leaned on a civilized stick and slowly came forward: "Da Kunzi, I am Xiao Shunzi, do you still have an impression of it, haha."

Chen Zikun raised his head and walked steadily inside. On the long table, sitting on both sides were all his old friends and relatives, Yao Yilei, Yan Qingyu, Xiao Lang, Gong Zijun and others on the left, Ms. Stanley on the right, West Point Military Academy and men from the Pacino family, unexpectedly, there was a graceful lady sitting on the left, either by the master seat, or by Ms. Soong Mei-ling. An elderly man on the right, near the master seat.

The outline should be Ergui, who was wearing the Lenin medal on his chest and a serious red-collar businessman. Chen Zikun agreed to everyone and said shyly that he was poor and had not prepared any gifts for everyone. Ergui stretched out his dry right hand and made a move to Chen Zikun, then took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Chen Zikun's hand. When he opened it, he saw that it was the equity letter of Siberia Mineral Company. The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

After the greetings, we sat down and started the seat, and everyone talked happily. Looking back on the past, we couldn't be sad. We met half a cup of red wine, and we were all laughing at the old days.

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Postscript: Nixon's visit to China in 1972 opened a new chapter in Sino-US relations. In the same year, Chen Zikun was once again on the cover of Times magazine in the United States, with four big characters under the cover of the Chinese Sage Wushuang.

Chen Bei became ill due to long-term malnutrition and overwork. He died in Gaotupo's family in the winter of 1978. Later, Liu Ting raised Chen Guang to adulthood. In order to thank the Liu family for raising him, Chen Guang changed his surname to Liu. Liu Guang got married and had children. In order to commemorate his grandfather who was far away in a foreign country, he chose one of the names of himself and his grandfather for his son, and named him Liu Ziguang.

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