Emmett's Epoch of Endeavor Chapter 13

The diary on August 31, 1966 ended like this: "Farewell, my diary. From tomorrow on I won't write a word!" Once I write it, it will "change the account of heaven". How dare I write it again. Maybe there will be another search in a few days, like the one at noon the day before yesterday. What should I do if I find out! When I was twenty-one, I became addicted to journaling and could never quit. After being labeled a rightist, I still write secretly to this day. Now, at the age of thirty-five, with a butterfly hanging from a cobweb, and life on the line, why should I write anymore? Just quit. After quitting for a few days, the tip of my pen felt itchy, so I wrote it down on the calendar paper I tore off each day, folded it into a pile, and hid it in my pocket. The stack of paper became thicker day by day, and my pocket became bloated. 

I was afraid of drawing attention to myself, so I had no choice but to copy it in a notebook. Little did he know that cutting through bamboo would always encounter knots. One night, he suddenly came to ransack his house, and his books were confiscated, which added to his "changing account." So I quit again, quitting was painful, painful and addictive, addicted and my house was ransacked, my house was raided and seized, and I quit again after being seized. After repeating this cycle for two or three times, I finally got used to it and the pen tip no longer itched. It wasn't until five years later, when Lin Biao was dead and the political situation became a little brighter, that I started writing a diary again. Little did I know that the criticism of Lin Piao and Confucius would be directed at me again, and my house would be ransacked again...

Having said that, let's look back. After He Jie was driven away by Director Zhang, there was no news. She must have been ill when she returned to Chengdu in the heavy rain that day, which is sad to think about. More than half a month later, one day when I was working on a big saw, I suddenly saw her running into the wood furniture shop with a smile on her face. I put down the saw, stepped out of the horse pole, and went to greet him. She handed over a piece of paper, and I felt happy and worried when I read it. She really moved her hukou from Chengdu.

That night, the couple loved each other very much. The next day, she went to the police station to handle the household registration transfer procedures and went to see Director Zhang. Director Zhang was a man of his word. Since he had said "then you can move here", he couldn't go back on his word. Although it was against his original intention, he had to approve it. What impressed me deeply and I still remember is that this director also found a job for He Jie and let her join the North Street Sewing Club. Later, my eldest brother beat me and called He Jie a "Sc*mbag". 

The dispute was brought to the police station. This director distinguished right from wrong, severely punished my eldest brother, and asked him to write a self-criticism and promise not to bully his brother and his wife again. Although He Jie had quarreled with this director before, and although this director clearly knew that I was a so-called dangerous person, he was still able to enforce the law impartially and did not make things difficult for anyone or step on anyone's sore feet. This director was poor and self-sufficient. After work, he went home to grow vegetables and raise pigs.