The work came to an end, and the night before he left, commune leaders came to He Biao to exchange views and offered to invite them to have a light meal as a token of their appreciation. He Biao said, I appreciate your kindness, and I can save the light meal. But the comrades in the commune insisted on giving a banquet and said they would pick them up tomorrow morning. Late at night, He Biao was lying on her desk, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He said to Zhang Zikuan: It has been more than ten years since the liberation of the capital, and the villagers in Macheng are still so poor. I'm really sorry for those comrades who died. How can I swallow this light meal? As soon as they discussed it, they decided to leave without saying goodbye.
At the first cock crow, He Biao woke Zhang Zikai, packed his bags and hurried on his way. Can come to the gate eloquently found that "Iron General" closed the door. Helpless, I had to climb over the wall. So Zhang Zikai first helped He Biao, who was nearly sixty years old, to the wall, and then he turned to the wall himself. Then, he pulled Comrade He Biao down from the wall. The two men patted each other on the dust and walked in the direction of the county. At this point, the east has just a touch of fish-belly white.
Not long ago, the old man Zhang Zikuan, who has passed away, showed the author a limerick he wrote for this purpose: "Borrow Lindian Middle School to disturb teachers and students; I am afraid of being entertained tomorrow and jumping off the wall at dawn. " Mr. Da Kang, a famous calligrapher in Beijing, once wrote a poem "Three Commandments in Memory of He Shuai" by He Biao. Word cloud: "The Qing Dynasty was divided into faithfulness, treachery, resentment and anger; Rong Yuan is full of lofty sentiments and brilliant achievements. " Comrade He Biao wrote this poem in the late spring of 1973. At that time, the Gang of Four was rampant, and Marshal He Long's unjust case had not been rehabilitated.
During the "Cultural Revolution", as an old subordinate of Marshal He Long, He Biao also fell into the unjust case of "February mutiny". Because of his honest and frank personality, he persevered and suffered a lot of mental and physical pain. Later, due to the intervention of Premier Zhou Enlai, he was able to end his reeducation-through-labor life in the mountainous areas of Jiangxi and return to Beijing with his wife for treatment.
1973 One day in the late spring, Marshal He Long's wife Xue Ming suddenly came to the humble home where He Biao and his wife lived, which surprised them. It turned out that Marshal He Long was in prison, and at that time his wife had separated, and Xue Ming was sent to a remote mountainous area in Guizhou. After Lin Biao died in an air crash, Xue ended his two-year "supervision" life and returned to Beijing. Looking at Xue Ming, who is sick and slow, and squeezing the bus all the way, Mr. and Mrs. He Biao are complaining. After the robbery, they met again, and they had endless words. During the conversation, He Biao learned that Marshal He Long had passed away on June 9, 1969. He Biao, who was engaged in the secret work of the Party during the Great Revolution, fought bloody battles under the command of He Long since the hard years of Honghu ... From the Long March to the northern Shaanxi, from the front line of the Jin-Sui War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression to the battlefield of the Northwest Liberation War, they forged a profound revolutionary friendship in the hard years of long-term revolutionary struggle. Hearing this old chief who has been following for many years, He Biao felt a knife and couldn't help crying.
Off Xue Ming, he wrote the poem mentioned earlier. From 1982 to 12, He Biao retired from the post of deputy director of the General Logistics Department and was elected as a member of the Central Advisory Committee. Military career, half-life fatigue and persecution during the Cultural Revolution made He Biao's rheumatoid disease more and more serious. He has been suffering from joint pain all over his body for years. In addition to participating in the activities of the Central Advisory Committee, he also devoted himself to the study of party history and military history and published more than 600,000 words of monographs and memoirs.
He Biao's only entertainment hobby is playing bridge with several retired old partners of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Card friends take turns sitting in the village and providing tea and food. But all the staff around know that Comrade He Biao has another hobby, that is, fishing. He Biao recalled in his later years: "I was born in Jiangling Water Town. By the time I was 0/3 years old, I was already a decent worker in my family. I have mastered all farm work, such as transplanting rice seedlings, plowing, hoeing, picking lotus roots and fishing. " So the staff around him advised him to go fishing and keep fit. At that time, fish ponds were scattered in the suburbs of Beijing, and fishing rods at home were ready-made. After several persuasion, the old man agreed.
1986 one day in late spring, He Biao and others came to a farm in the suburbs of Beijing to fish. The head of the garrison respected the old head who was nearly eighty years old and was very enthusiastic when he brought water and tea. This makes the old man very uneasy and thinks that he has delayed the work of others. On that day, the weather was bad and the wind was wrong, and the fish never took the bait. One morning, I didn't catch any fish! Near noon, He Biao got up to leave. The head of the garrison invited him to dinner, and specifically explained that there was no wine on the table, and the ingredients were produced by the soldiers themselves and were not bought from the market. Speaking of which, the old man said the guests were at home.
Back home after dinner, He Biao was surprised to find that the car brought back dozens of pounds of fresh fish! He called the little soldier who took care of him and asked why. The little soldier told him that the comrades in the army used their lunch break to salvage it from the fish pond. The little soldier also said: I didn't catch any fish, but I caught a little. No big deal. Hearing these words, He Biao was silent. Although I didn't criticize anyone, I could see that he was very upset. After a while, the old man said, "put away the fishing gear!" " I'm old, I don't fish anymore! "
In the following ten years, the old man never went fishing again. The small bundle of fishing rods leaned quietly against the corner of the storage room where sundries were piled up.
"Give old bones back to Wotian" is a sentence written by He Biao in his later years. Just like this poem, He Biao's ashes are scattered on the fertile soil in the west of Beijing. However, his excellent qualities of honesty, self-discipline and integrity are always cherished in the hearts of many people.