It has been seven days since Li Siming was detained in the small dark room of the regiment headquarters in these seven days, and there are several pitiful people who are "complained with the same illness" in the same room.

During these seven days, Li Siming had a high fever and was talking nonsense. During these seven days, he seemed to have been forgotten. Fortunately, he was carefully taken care of by the people in the room, otherwise it was still unknown whether he could survive. Li Siming was lying in the quilt, awake and unconscious. After the seventh day, he could finally move, but the wound on his back had become a hard shell and was stuck to his underwear. He had to moisten it with hot water to take it off carefully. With a little force, it would be like a knife cutting on his back.

Li Siming used the only small mirror in the room and looked at his back. It was as colorful as a map of China, with yellow pus flowing.

"This life is as hard as a cockroach!" Li Siming said mockingly.

The snow stopped, stopped and fell, endlessly. On the eighth night of Li Siming's "visiting" in the small dark room of the regiment headquarters, Xu Dashuai, Zhang Hua, Zeng Zhi and Monkey, after they got off work, braved a blizzard from the construction site more than ten miles away, braved the blizzard to visit him. He begged for him before he was allowed to visit. As soon as he met, several people hugged their heads and cried. Looking at the faces of the four people who were red from the snowy night, Li Siming smiled tragically: "All of them are big men, why are you crying!"

"Aming, how are you doing now? Does your wound still hurt? This is the medicine I bought for treatment, and I will apply it for you." Zhang Hua took it out of his pocket and asked to help Li Siming cure his wound without saying anything. Looking at Li Siming's colorful back, Zhang Hua's tears couldn't stop flowing down.

"Damn, I will report to my superiors tomorrow. If the Corps is not good, I will go to Beijing and Zhongnanhai, and I will seek justice." Zeng Zhi cursed.

"Zeng Zhi, calm down. Not only can you do this, but you have also put yourself in." Xu Dashui's words are not unreasonable. In an era when black and white are inverted and justice and evil are inseparable, any act of disobeying the instructions of superiors may bring about a disaster.

"This is not OK, that is not OK, it is not OK, it still makes people unable to survive. I don't believe that there is no clear reason in this world." This time, the monkey was also sent to repair water conservancy because he refused to expose Li Siming's counter-revolutionary behavior. He was no longer the passionate educated youth who wrote a blood letter to be rooted in the frontier to fight against revisionism and anti-Sovietism. His passion has long been wiped out.

"Maybe...maybe there." Shuai Xu was not sure. The political movements that had been higher and higher in recent years and the hardships of his miserable life made him doubt the beliefs he had once been passionate about. Like many of his peers, he was confused and could not see where the direction was. The cruel reality also shattered the "utopian" ideal that he once admired.

"Don't worry about me, as long as I'm not sentenced to death, there will be hope." Li Siming comforted. In fact, he was also very scared and had never lamented the value of life as he did today.

"Aming, I'll buy it for you if you want to eat." Zeng Zhi said with concern. Before he finished speaking, Zhang Hua jumped up and punched Zeng Zhi in the face: "What to eat? Aming is not a death sentence, so you don't need your 'good intention'." Zeng Zhi's kind words reminded Zhang Hua of the "last meal" of the death row prisoner.

Shuai Xu and Monkey quickly grabbed Zhang Hua. Zeng Zhi realized that his words had caused him to misunderstand. He did not care about the wronged punch and kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, Aming, I didn't do it on purpose."

Li Siming waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Instead, he said to Zhang Hua, "Brother, I'll ask you at home. You can hide it as long as you can. It doesn't matter how much suffering I suffer, and I can't bear to make my parents worry about me."

"Aming, don't worry, I will remember the uncle and aunt." Zhang Hua agreed.

"Aming, I heard that the public trial meeting of the entire group will be held tomorrow. You must be careful and not take it on your shoulders, and strive to be lenient. Good brother, don't worry, we will keep writing materials to defend you." Shuai Xu patted Li Siming's shoulder.

The four of them left reluctantly. Seeing the few disappearing in the snowy night, Li Siming thought to himself, when will he see you again?

"How many good brothers do you have! We have been here for so many days, but none of us have visited us yet." A "friend" sighed.

"Yes, good brother!" Li Siming murmured to himself.

The next day, snowflakes were floating intermittently in the sky. All the battalions and companies of the regiments rushed to the regiment headquarters square, where the public trial meeting of counter-revolutionaries of the 57th Regiment was held here today. Quotes were posted on the rostrum and the walls around them:

"If you don't hit anything, it won't fall. It's the same as sweeping the floor. The broom will not run away by itself unless it is dusted."

"Revolution is not embroidery, not treating guests to dinner, so gentle, respectful, frugal; revolution is violence, violence by one class overthrows another."

"Eliminate a little, feel more comfortable; eliminate a little, feel more comfortable; eliminate a little, feel completely comfortable."

"Smash their dog's heads! Bump it on the ground and step on another foot. Let him never turn over!"

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At 9 o'clock in the morning, in the majestic "Oriental Red" music, the public trial meeting of the counter-revolutionaries of the 57th Regiment of Daxing Island officially began. A leader sent by the Revolutionary Committee of the Division Headquarters was wearing a bloated military coat, which made his already fat body look rounder, which looked like the image of "Wu Dalang". As usual, he read a large number of quotes loudly before entering the topic:

"Comrades, today we gather, either to watch literary performances or to sing operas. Today we brave the wind and snow, to see the Qing class enemies hidden in our revolutionary ranks. They look honest and loyal on the surface, and they are extremely loyal on the surface, and are loyal on the surface, and are loyal on the surface, and are secretly engaged in the anti-people and oppose the great leaders. These people are resident insects hidden on the people's united front, and they have defiled our red position. The eyes of the people are sharp, and under the guidance of the great revolutionary helmsman and the great flag bearer, all the harming and evil elements are nowhere to escape. Today, when we gather here, we must recognize their true faces and draw a clear line with them. Chairman Mao taught us: Fighting with others is endless. If you don't fight, you will cultivate; if you don't fight, you will change. So we will criticize them today, fight deeply and see blood!"

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Li Siming and seven other people were taken to the rostrum. Each of them had a whiteboard hanging on their necks, with names and crimes written on them. As expected, every criminal offender was "extremely sinful" or "outrageous"!

"Wu Dalang" announced the crimes of these eight people and the evidence was conclusive. Then he raised his fists and made an oath:

"Educated youth comrades, can we allow those capitalist roaders, monsters and monsters to defile our sacred revolutionary positions? Can we allow those counter-revolutionaries to destroy the fruits of our socialist labor?"

Thousands of educated youth held up the Red Book in their hands and stood like forests and shouted in unison: "No!"

"Wu Dalang" continued to ask: "What should we do?"

There was another shout in unison on the playground: "Smash their dog's heads! Bump them to the ground and step on another foot. Let him never turn over!"

The other seven were either in absent or ashamed or walking corpse, at the mercy of the people, with one person on the left and right. They grabbed the arm with one hand and pressed the neck with the other hand, bent the waist of the sinner into an Arabic numeral "7". Otherwise, they would be resisting and fighting against the people's democratic dictatorship. The momentum was huge, and everyone was like a rash Zhang Fei, as if they had a great revenge to kill their father. They stared with eyes and tears in their eyes and shouted, and some even pinched the snow ball and smashed it on the stage. Some people couldn't help but jumped onto the stage to grab the sinner's hair, and accidentally pulled off a handful of hair.

Li Siming was twisted by the two of them, but the two of them were obviously too weak to subdue them. The few people next to them rushed up to help, but they still couldn't do it. How could this work? How could the dictatorship be so rampant? A wooden stick hit him with a head-on squinting. As he pulled, the wound on Li Siming's back was torn open again, and it hurt like a knife. He stubbornly thrust his chest, dodging the attacking wooden stick, and his forehead quickly bleeded, and his bloody face was quite scary.

"You can't bend over, let alone kneel down!" Li Siming still raised his face stubbornly, with blood flowing from behind his face. Under the temperature of minus 30 degrees Celsius, it quickly froze into a layer of bright red ice. Body and mental exhaustion were exhausted and bleeding too much. In the cold weather, Li Siming finally fainted. At the moment of fainting, he vaguely saw the angry scene of Zhang Hua and others, and the painful scene of Yang Yue and Xu Li holding their heads.

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"Li Siming, male, Han nationality, member of the Communist Youth League, educated youth of the 5th Battalion, 57th Regiment, 6th Division of the Heilongjiang Production and Construction Corps. The main crimes were revealed by the masses. First, since 1972, he has repeatedly destroyed the great call of the great leader "going to the countryside", sang reactionary songs, spread negative thoughts, smeared*, individuals pursue material enjoyment, yearn for bourgeois life, and had a very bad influence; second, when he was the leader of the vegetable squad, he used his position to speculate and enrich his personal pockets, dig out the socialist corners, and took the capitalist path; third, he was dissatisfied with the leadership and disciplined, and publicly beat revolutionary cadres in full view of the public; fourth, what is more serious is that he questioned the great glorious and invincible "people's war thought" of the great leader, attempting to divide and disintegrate the people's army, and sang together with the Soviet revisionists and the United States, acting as a lackey of foreign anti-China forces, and was extremely evil.

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To sum up, the crime was conclusive, the counter-revolutionary crime was established, and the sentence was sentenced to twenty-five years of interim."
Chapter completed!