The air door was crowded with people, looking at torture room full of torture devices for a long time. The night wind blows with a bleak chill. In front of torture room, the phantom was in a commotion, and the shouts were endless ... By the air door, occasionally someone whispered uneasily.
"It's another midnight torture!"
"Xu Pengfei and Zhu Jie are here."
"Who is the night trial?" Behind Yu Xinjiang, a problem appeared.
"It's not Lao Xu, is it?" Liu Siyang interjected worriedly.
Xu Yunfeng stood by the iron gate in Room 8 of the building. Through the dim prison lamp, Yu Xinjiang can see his thoughtful face.
Yu Xinjiang can't help thinking about Jiang Jie. She has been tortured many times and is often in a coma. Shortly after mourning for Long Guanghua, Jie Jiang was taken to Zhazidong, and the number of tortures day and night was incalculable. As we all know, in order to defend the party's secrets, Jiang Jie endured much damage and won the respect of many comrades. After the hunger strike, the enemy was forced to accept the conditions and dared not persecute any more. Now he is torturing Jiang Jie in the slag hole. Obviously, this is the crazy revenge of the enemy! Jiang Jie suffered not only for the party, but also for everyone, which made everyone feel admired and painful.
"Owls and bears have gone to women's prisons!"
Yu Xinjiang was surprised, and his eyes immediately turned to the women's prison. In the dark night, the dim prison lights made him unable to see the distance clearly.
"who?" The anxious voice asked again.
Jiang Xueqin! '
"It's her! Look, Sister Jiang is out! "
"It's Sister Jiang again." Yu Xinjiang's heart is like a heavy lead block, sinking towards the bottomless abyss.
All the cells were embarrassed and silent for a while.
After a while, people heard the voice of interrogation: "Will you speak or not?" Will you say it or not? "
The spy let out a desperate scream, mingled with a terrible grin. Then, the scum hole fell into a dead silence again.
I can hear a solemn and fearless voice answering in silence: "I know the name and address of my superiors." I also know the names and addresses of subordinates ... these are the secrets of our party, and you can't get any materials from me! "
Jiang Jie's calm voice reminds people of the day when she was just put into the slag hole. She smiled in front of her comrades, looking determined and full of confidence in victory. Listening to her voice is like seeing her standing motionless in the torture room, facing the helpless enemy. However, Jiang Jie's calm voice did not relieve the comrades' painful worries.
Probably Jie Jiang's calm answer forced the enemy to reconsider the countermeasures, and the voice of interrogation suddenly stopped.
The anxious conversation of the comrades in Building 7 continues.
"Zhigao Pu is a traitor again!" Yu Xinjiang scolded 1 angrily. He asked again, "With Sister Jiang, has anyone been arrested in northern Sichuan?"
"No, just her."
"I heard that the Huaying Mountain column rescued Jie Jiang on the highway, but the insidious spy took Jie Jiang to Chongqing by boat the night before ..."
"Ah-"People painfully turn the feeling of regret into a sigh. There was another voice in the torture room. It was Xu Pengfei's demonic laughter.
"Are you a female * * * producer, also dare not uniform us? If you don't want to talk, fine, we'll talk for you. Come! "
Then, there was the howl of the bandits.
The night, in deep pain, anxiety and excitement, passed by minute by minute. The starlight is dim, and it is already the moment when the rooster announces the dawn.
On the bloodstained wall, Jiang Jie's reflection disappeared. Maybe she was released from the upside-down roof beam ... "Do you want to talk now?"
The shadow moved wildly.
"no!" The faint voice came, still so calm. "Fingers attached to the heart, think about it! Say or not? "
No one answered.
The hammer is held high. Thick black shadows were cast on the wall.
"Nail!"
People seem to see a rope tied tightly to her hand, and a bamboo stick aimed at her fingertips ... splashing blood ... "Would you say?"
No one answered.
"Don't say? Pull it out! Nail again! "
There is no sound in Jiang Jie. People feel the pain of being connected with each other, like a bamboo stick nailed to everyone's heart. ...
Another horrible splash!
"Spill her awake! Nail again! "
Xu Pengfei's desperate roar made people believe that what the enemy could not get in Lao Xu could not be obtained in Jiang Jie, a woman from party member. Although they know from the traitors that she worked as the district party secretary of Shaci, she may take a more responsible job after going to the countryside and know a lot of clues about the underground party that they are eager to know, but torture can't make Jiang Jie talk at all.
One, two! ..... The bamboo stick deeply tore the flesh and blood ... The left hand, right hand and two hands were nailed with thick bamboo sticks ... After a while, there was the sound of splashing water again ... Xu Pengfei's roar could not be heard. However, I can't hear Sister Jiang moaning. People clung to the door of ticket checking, motionless ... the door for people to get in and out was locked, the hole where the dog climbed out was open, and a voice shouted:
"Climb out and set you free!"
I long for freedom,
But I deeply know:
Human body,
How can you climb out of the dog hole? ..... Who is it? I sang a prison song at dawn. Facing the cold wind, Liu Siyang, who has been watching the air door for a long time, listened to the deep singing coming from downstairs, pondered and looked at the hillside in late autumn in the distance. The rising sun shone obliquely on the withered weeds on the hillside Several trees near and far have lost their leaves, leaving only a few bare branches. Only the machine guns on the wall, the bayonets flashing with cold light and the dense power grid are still the same ... Liu Siyang's heart is surging and his blood is churning.
He quickly returned to his bunk from the air door, gently took out a pen cut from a bamboo stick from the corner, dropped it on the floor, dipped it in ink mixed with cotton embers, and wrote another angry page in the book Poetry behind bars that he began to write as soon as he entered the concentration camp ... "Sister Jiang is back!" Yu Xinjiang came to the sign door, turned around and told everyone. A burst of footsteps, people rushed to the prison gate again.
The iron gate next to the high wall opened. The owl rushed in from outside the iron gate. He stood by the door, staring at a long row of cells, and shouted, "Don't look, don't look!" "
No one paid attention to this cruel beast, everyone stood on tiptoe and looked out through the gap in the signboard. I saw Jie Jiang dragged by two spies and came in from outside the iron gate. Jiang Jie, who was tortured all night, dragged his weak steps step by step in a coma; Blood dripped from her bloody fingertips.
People held their breath, the fire of hatred burned in their hearts, and tears in their eyes dripped with Jiang Jie's blood ... A sonorous and magnificent song first sounded from the iron gate in Room 8 of the building. Jiang Jie gradually woke up in the song. She listened quietly and slowly raised her bright eyes, as if looking for the place where the song came from. Eyes flashing, Jiang Jie seemed to find the trust and encouragement of Xu Yunfeng from the room on the eighth floor. A glimpse of a comrade-in-arms is better than the most eager comfort, better than any specific medicine, and a fierce excitement makes her move all over. Immediately, with the greatest efforts and strong will, she saved her last strength and wanted to stop. She staggered and finally stood firm. Head back, hair soaked in blood, behind the shoulder. People can see her face. Her face is bloodless and as white as a piece of paper. She tilted her head slightly and looked at the spy who supported her with hazy but undeniable eyes. As if on fire, she suddenly broke the spy with her arm, raised her head proudly, moved her stubborn legs and fell to the women's prison. "Ah-Sister Jiang!" Everyone couldn't help shouting.
However, Jie Jiang took only a few steps and fell down. Her disheveled hair covered her face, and the sky-blue cheongsam and red sweater were mixed with blood. ...
Several comrades rushed out of the women's prison, gently lifted Jiang Jie up and carried him into the women's prison ... The door of the women's prison was locked tightly with a click. "What's the matter? What's wrong? " The wind at the entrance upstairs and downstairs poked out the heads of comrades and asked each other anxiously. The sun shone through the sign door of the women's prison, and I saw a busy figure walking back and forth indoors.
"These animals! What Jiang Jie has been tortured into! " People grabbed the prison door angrily.
I don't know when, a small bucket of moldy rice was placed next to the air door. It's time for breakfast, but who is in the mood? Liu Siyang crawled on the floor, tears dripping on the paper. It was the first time he was so emotional that he wrote poems with blood and tears.
"how about it? Is there any news? "
"I heard that I fainted, and the comrades in the ladies' room were giving first aid ..."
In the cell upstairs and downstairs, the people watching at the sign gate asked each other.
An hour, two hours have passed. Yu Xinjiang stood in the middle of Room 7 of the building, excitedly reading a poem just written by Liu Siyang: hot iron is branded on the chest, bamboo sticks are nailed into every fingertip, and cold water is poured into the nostrils.
Current flows through the whole body ...
Man's will,
Made in the poisonous fire of hell.
As bright as gold,
As hard as gold.
Will burn the meat,
Can break bones and muscles.
An iron bar,
A wooden barbell,
I can't pry open my clenched lips.
That's the safety line for thousands of soldiers in Qian Qian!
Cutting the chest and abdomen with a bayonet will only dig out the hot and red heart.
It is the moment when people are worried about Jiang Jie's safety, and the people in the women's prison are even more uneasy.
Sun Mingxia washed away the blood on Jiang Jie's last finger with salt water and reached out to the people standing in front of the bed.
The person next to me handed me a cotton swab and a red medicine bottle. Sun Mingxia picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in mercurochrome, and carefully applied it to Jiang Jie's wound. But she found some broken bamboo filaments in the wound, so she had to put down the cotton swab, hold back her tears, poke the bloody wound with her nails, and carry out the bamboo filaments embedded in the meat. Jie Jiang, who fainted, seemed to feel the pain of this wound. Her fingers trembled and blood flowed from the wound. Sun Mingxia couldn't help but turn away, tears streaming down her face ... "Calm down ... Mingxia."
"Give me the mercurochrome." Another man took the medicine bottle in Sun Mingxia's hand; Give Sun Mingxia a cotton swab dipped in mercurochrome.
Jie Jiang is still lying in bed in a coma, breathing weakly, gritting his teeth, as if trying to hold back the feeling of pain and not letting himself cry; Her body trembled slightly when the cotton swab touched her deep wound. "Easy!" People are suffering from bouts of financial austerity. Sun Mingxia looked at Jiang-jie wang guiltily, gritted his teeth, pendency head, continue to apply mercurochrome. She couldn't help thinking that when she first met Jiang Jie in prison, Jiang Jie stared at her tears with her quiet and loyal eyes and whispered, "At the moment of being tested, we should use people's lives to maintain the purity of the party ..." Last night, when Jiang Jie was escorted out of prison by secret agents, Sun Mingxia rushed to the prison gate and shouted, "Jiang Jie! Sister Jiang! " Jiang Jie paused at the gate of the prison, then turned back and smiled at her calmly. How much strength that moment's smile gave her, the calm smile with infinite courage, she will never forget.
"Stone flower done? Quick! " Sun Mingxia asked softly after applying the mercurochrome.
"Done!" A small bowl of stone pollen, handed to the bed.
Sun Mingxia came to Stone Pollen, sprinkled it on Jiang Jie's wound, and then wrapped it gently on Jiang Jie's finger with cotton and cloth.
After the dressing, Sun Mingxia is ready to untie the cloth tape wrapped around Jiang Jie's arm in advance to help stop the bleeding.
"Slow down! Slow down! " People are deeply afraid that the cloth will loosen quickly, and the blood will impact the wound, which will make Jiang Jie feel pain.
"I know." Sun Mingxia nodded and slowly relaxed the cloth belt. People's eyes were focused on Jie Jiang's face. I saw her eyelashes blink; The corners of the mouth are inching. Pale face, seems to give me a blush. At this time, the slag hole was silent, and even the bell of the spy office could be heard.
The last piece of cloth is loose. Jiang Jie let out a cry, turned around and foamed at the mouth ... "What?" People in the women's prison screamed in a low voice. "When Jiang Jie was tortured, he bit his lip with his own teeth ..." After Sun Mingxia finished speaking, he shed tears again.
Everyone can't help but burst into tears and meditate: After repeated torture, Jiang Jie has suffered a lot of severe pain ... It was she, a woman from party member, who calmly announced in front of the enemy that victory will always belong to us.
"Tell the comrades in the men's room that Jie Jiang will wake up soon!" Sun Mingxia's hand loosened Jiang Jie's pulse and immediately covered her with a quilt.
"Add a pillow to make it higher." A weak man named Li Qingzhu was lying opposite, and she stood up with difficulty. The tiger stool broke her leg, which made it impossible for her to get along with Jiang Jie for a long time, and also shared some pain for her old comrades. "It's not good to raise it." Sun Mingxia thanked Li Qingzhu for her kindness and looked back at her with concern, as if to say, "Don't worry, lie down, lie down ..."
"Tomorrow, you go and have a rest and see how tired you are." Li Qingzhu called her again.
"Never mind, I'm not tired."
Who wants to leave? People stood stubbornly, waiting for Jiang Jie to wake up. "What makes Jiang Jie so strong?" Sun Mingxia, standing by the bed, calmed down and asked thoughtfully.
Who can answer this question? People naturally turned their heads to Li Qingzhu lying on his side.
"... Jiang Jie is an example to all of us. "Li Qingzhu in people's expectations, finally slowly set up the upper body, Kan Kan and talk. "I worked with her for a long time ... when she just learned to call' dad', her father died. Mother supports her family by borrowing, pawning and sewing chores. When she was seven years old, her mother heard that life in big cities was easier and took her to Chongqing. In that era when warlords were fighting and hungry everywhere, my mother was desperate and finally threw herself into the river without her newborn daughter. Jiang Jie, who is helpless, lives in an orphanage and often takes the bowl away from her like a meal. She holds a bubble of tears and never cries in front of people ... "Jiang Jie is less than nine years old and works as a child laborer in a cotton mill on the south bank. Two years ago, Jiang Jie was seriously ill and was driven out of the factory ... "
Li Qingzhu looked at her sister Wangjiang affectionately. She seemed to see the scene of studying and working with Jiang Jie ten years ago: in the depths of the bamboo forest where the sun was shining in the valley and the blue waves rippled beside the mountain stream, Jiang Jie gazed devoutly at the flag crossed by the shiny sickle and hammer on the bamboo branch ... A solemn and clear voice echoed in the valley for a long time: "I voluntarily joined the China Producers Party."
"1in the early spring of 947, the party decided to send a group of party member to support the rural armed struggle. Jiang Jie and her husband both applied, and the Party approved her husband's request that Comrade Song Toh Peng stay in Beijing. On that day, I also went to Chaotianmen Wharf with her to see Comrade Song Toh Peng off. " Shortly thereafter, Li Qingzhu himself was sent to the countryside, but unfortunately, he was arrested by the enemy on the way. "I heard that Comrade LaoPeng passed away. Does Sister Jiang know? " Sun Mingxia asked softly. "I know." Li Qingzhu's voice could not help but get a little excited. "Sister Jiang also saw ..."
"Where are the children in Jiang Jie?" Sun Mingxia suddenly asked with concern, "Did Sister Jiang tell you?"
"Children are raised by comrades-in-arms, and they will inherit our career when they grow up ..." Li Qingzhu replied, turning to Jiang Jie. At this moment, Jie Jiang is still in a coma, but his face is better than before.
It was already afternoon, and the comrades in the men's cell began to take turns to "keep watch". During this time, Lao Xu's advice spread all over the cell: he hoped that all comrades would learn from Jiang Jie's unyielding will and revolutionary integrity in the hard struggle ... So, taking advantage of the "fresh air", male comrades sent their letters of condolences and poems to Jiang Jie to the ladies' room-people saw that she alone took on the crazy revenge of the enemy against all her comrades, representing the unyielding will of all her comrades. At the same time, people see that even cruel punishment has lost its function, which makes the enemy stay further after the persecution fails. This is the victory of Sister Jiang and everyone!
Holding a stack of letters, Sun Mingxia stood by Jiang Jie's bed and said, "Quiet, please listen." The room was immediately quiet, and Sun Mingxia read aloud: ... You, Haiyan in the storm,
Welcome the darkness before dawn.
Fly! Fight!
Always facing the east,
Always face the party!
Room 4 in the building is dedicated to Jiang Jie.
"The following is" Ode to the Soul "written for Jie Jiang in Room 6 downstairs." Sun Mingxia continued to read aloud.
Sun Mingxia studies harder and harder, and everyone stares at her. "Ming Xia, what are you doing?" At this moment, Jie Jiang has woken up, turned around and called softly. Sun Mingxia looked back and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh, Sister Jiang is awake!" The whole room rushed to Jiang Jie's bedside and asked noisily, "Jiang Jie! Are you feeling better? What do you want? "
Jiang Jie opened his eyes and kept rolling. She smiled. "gargle!" Someone brought a bowl of water.
Sun Mingxia stood beside Jiang Jie's bed, helpless; It was a long time before she remembered that she had a letter in her hand. So she sat beside Jiang Jie's bed and said, "Jiang Jie, these are all letters written by comrades. I will read it to you. " Sun Mingxia picked up a letter, read it and said, "This is written by all the comrades in the second room downstairs."
"Two rooms downstairs? The prison where Comrade Ye Ting is held? "
Sister Jiang asked 1. When she saw Sun Mingxia nod, her face flashed with happiness. She asked softly, "What did they say?" Sun Mingxia read aloud:
"Dear Jiang Jie:
The torture of more than a month shows your loyalty to the revolution. We deeply know that all cruel punishments will only be effective for those cowards, the weak and the waverers; For a real * * * party member, it doesn't play any role.
When we were questioned, when we chewed two moldy rice, when we were awakened by the sound of bamboo sticks in the middle of the night and listened to the whistling wind in Gele Mountain, we thought of you, dear Jie Jiang!
We assure the party that we will never be weak in the face of the enemy, never waver, never surrender, and we will be as brave and strong as you ... "
"This is the third room in the building ... this is the seventh room downstairs."
Sun Mingxia read it to Jiang Jie letter by letter.
Jiang Jie shed tears of excitement while listening. After listening to several letters, she licked her broken lips with the tip of her tongue and said with tears, "The party is too good, the comrades are too good, and I am nothing." Jiang Jie said softly, "Our honor belongs to the Party! This kind of encouragement from comrades, this kind of fighting power, I should share with my comrades. " Jiang Jie was happy, not only because her comrades encouraged her, but also because she overcame the test of poison. When the enemy investigated guerrilla activities, she knew the whereabouts of the traitors, which also made her happy, because Chongqing underground party and rural guerrillas would never be betrayed by traitors again. Although the enemy was furious and eager to find clues about the party from her mouth, she thought that the security of the party was no longer threatened and that it was not very painful to endure torture.
Sun Mingxia picked up another letter and said, "This is written by the room in Building 7." She opened the envelope, opened the writing paper and looked at it. She said: "The comrades in Room 7 said that Comrade Xu Yunfeng asked them to say hello to you-Jiang Jie!"
"Xu Yunfeng ..." Jiang Jie's eyes glistened with tears, as if he saw the Ran Ran rising by the iron gate, solemnly inspiring his comrades with the song of fighting. "Comrade Xu Yunfeng, you are our role model. We should all learn from you and pay tribute to you! "
"Jiang Jie, you are so excited. Take a break. "
"The excited. What a strong party we have here, what a strong comrade! "
"Jiang Jie ..." Sun Mingxia looked at Jiang Jie, turned to the other side and asked softly. "What do you want?"
"Our children are moving. She's probably awake? "
"I really woke up. Look, what lovely eyes she has! " Li Qingzhu said, and picked up the beloved baby from the side, handed it to Sun Mingxia, and put her in front of Sister Jiang.
"Poor orphan, he lost his parents when he was born ..." He sighed in a low voice.
"You shouldn't be sad." Jiang Jie took the baby with bleeding hands and held it tightly in her arms. "The child is ours. We are all her parents. "
The babies sat in Jiang Jie's arms and smiled sweetly at her childish mouth. She put her little hand in her mouth and sucked at the saliva.
"Did father leave a name?" Jiang Jie asked his comrades around him. "No," Li Qingzhu, lying opposite, replied in a low voice. "She has just lived here for a few days. I only know that the couple are from Kunming, and she doesn't want to disclose the case. Before dying, I asked her name. " Li Qingzhu recalled that her voice rose gradually: "She just smiled. He said,' I'm party member.' "* * * was produced in party member ..." Tears in Jiang Jie's eyes fell on the round face of a nursing baby.
At this moment, Li Qingzhu took out a crumpled piece of paper from his side. It was left by the parents of the child. Sun Mingxia took it, opened it and gave it to Jiang Jie. Li Qingzhu went on to say: "This is a relic left by the child's father."
Jiang Jie nodded, eyes rested on the legible handwriting. Looking at it, a passion whirled in Jiang Jie's heart. She whispered: In order to avoid the suffering of the next generation, we are willing to-
I would like to sit in this prison!
…………
After chanting for several times, Jie Jiang looked up and said with a smile: "Now I understand why Lao Xu wants to give the child such a name ..."
"The flower of prison! Beautiful and kind. " Sun Mingxia interjected. "The flower of prison!" Jie Jiang's eyelashes sparkled with tears of joy. In spite of the pain, she held the baby and smiled happily.
Sister Jiang! A voice came from the prison gate. "The comrades in the men's cell have been waiting for you since last night. They are eager to know your news. "
Jiang Jie held the child in her arms, quietly thought for a moment, and then said to Sun Mingxia around her:
"I really appreciate the love of my comrades. Ming Xia, write me a reply. "
Jiang Jie dictated the reply word by word, while Sun Mingxia sat next to her, carefully recording her words.
..... At night, through the secret passage on the wall, the comrades in each cell of Zhazidong circulated the touching echo of Jiang Jie under the dim prison light. People sit quietly in the dark, but like in the sun, reciting the glorious words in Jiang Jie's letter:
Torture is too small a test!
Bamboo sticks are made of bamboo, and the will to produce party member is steel!