Another deep dark night fell in Zhazidong Concentration Camp.
The wind door was crowded with people, looking for a long time at the torture chamber filled with torture instruments. The night wind blew with a desolate chill. In front of the torture chamber, the demonic shadows were turbulent and the shouts were endless... Beside the wind door, someone occasionally whispered uneasily.
"It's midnight torture again!"
"Xu Pengfei and Zhu Jie are here."
"Who is being interrogated at night?" came from behind Yu Xinjiang A question.
"Could it be Lao Xu?" Liu Siyang interrupted worriedly.
Xu Yunfeng stood beside the iron door of the eighth room of the building. Through the dim prison lights, Yu Xinjiang could see his pensive face.
Yu Xinjiang couldn't help but miss Miss Jiang with great worry, who had been tortured many times and often fell into a coma. Shortly after the memorial service for Long Guanghua, Sister Jiang was taken to Zhazi Cave and tortured day and night countless times. Everyone knows how much torture Sister Jiang endured and how much respect she gained from her comrades in order to protect the party's secrets. After the hunger strike, the enemy was forced to accept the conditions and no longer dared to continue the persecution. Now, they tortured Sister Jiang in Zhazi Cave. Obviously, this is the enemy's crazy revenge! Sister Jiang not only suffered for the party, but also for everyone, which made everyone admire but also very painful.
"The owl and the bear went to the women's prison!"
Yu Xinjiang was startled and immediately turned his eyes to the women's prison. In the dark night, the dim prison lights made it difficult for him to see in the distance.
"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 felt heavy The lead mass sank toward the bottomless abyss.
All the cells fell into awkward silence for a moment.
After a while, people heard the voice of interrogation: "Are you going to tell me? Are you going to tell me?"
The agent's desperate screams were heard, mixed with the terror. Smiling evilly. Then, Zhazidong fell into deathly silence again.
A solemn and fearless voice could be heard answering in the silence: "I know the names and addresses of superiors. I also know the names and addresses of subordinates... These are the secrets of our party, you guys Don’t expect to get any information from me!”
Sister Jiang’s calm and peaceful voice reminded people of the day she was first escorted into the Zhazi Cave, when she was smiling in front of her comrades, full of confidence in victory. The resolute expression. Listening to her voice, it was like seeing her standing motionless in the torture chamber, facing the helpless enemy. But Sister Jiang's calm voice could not relieve the comrades from their painful concerns.
Probably because of Sister Jiang's calm answer, the enemy had to reconsider their strategy, and the voice of interrogation suddenly stopped.
The anxious conversation among the comrades in Room 7 continued.
"It's the traitor Fuzhigao again!" Yu Xinjiang cursed angrily. He asked again: "Are there anyone else arrested in northern Sichuan along with Sister Jiang?"
"No, she is the only one."
"I heard that the Huayingshan column was on the highway Sister Jiang was rescued, but the insidious secret agents took Sister Jiang to Chongqing by boat the night before..."
"Hey——" People painfully turned their regret into a long sigh. Another sound came from the torture room, it was Xu Pengfei's vicious laughter.
"Excuse me, you are a female Communist Party, but you still can't subdue it? You don't want to talk, okay, let's help you open your mouth. Someone come!"
Then, pass There was a gangster's roar like a wolf howling.
The night passed moment by moment in deep pain, worry and excitement. The stars have dimmed, and it is already the time for the rooster to crow.
On the blood-stained wall, the figure of Sister Jiang disappeared. She was probably loosened from the roof beam that was hanging upside down... "Are you willing to talk now?"
The demonic shadow moved wildly.
"No!" came the weak voice, still so calm. "Finger to heart, think about it! Should you say it?"
There was no answer.
The hammer was raised high. Heavy black shadows cast across the walls.
"Nail!"
People seemed to see ropes tightly binding her hands, a bamboo stick pointed at her fingertips...blood splattered..."Say no words ?”
No answer.
"Don't tell me? Pull it out! Nail it again!"
Sister Jiang was silent. People felt heart-to-heart pain, like bamboo sticks nailed into everyone's heart...
There was another heart-stopping sound of splashing water!
"Throw her awake! Nail her again!"
Xu Pengfei's desperate roar makes people believe that what the enemy can't get from Lao Xu is in Sister Jiang - a The same cannot be obtained from female Communist Party members. Although they learned from the traitors that she had served as the secretary of the Shaci District Party Committee and might hold a more responsible job after going to the countryside, and learned many clues about the underground party that they were eager to know, the torture could not make Sister Jiang speak at all.
One, two! ...The bamboo sticks tore the flesh and blood deeply...The left hand, the right hand, and both hands were covered with long and thick bamboo sticks...The sound of splashing water came and went...Xu Pengfei's roar could no longer be heard.
However, I couldn't hear a single moan from Sister Jiang. People cuddled close to the sign door, motionless... The door for people to enter and exit was locked, and the hole for dogs to crawl out was open. A voice shouted:
"Climb out, give me You are free!"
I long for freedom,
but I know deeply:
How can the human body be free? Climbing out of a dog hole? …Who is it? Just after dawn, prison songs were sung. Facing the gusts of cold wind, Liu Siyang had been watching by the wind gate for a long time, listening to the deep singing coming from downstairs, thinking, and looking at the distant hillside in late autumn. The newly rising sun slanted down the withered and yellowed weeds on the hillside. Several trees near and far had fallen leaves, leaving only a few bare branches. Only the machine guns on the wall, the gleaming bayonets and the dense electric grid remained the same... Liu Siyang's heart was surging and his blood was tumbling.
He quickly returned to his bunk from the air door, gently took out a pen made from a bamboo stick from under the corner, leaned on the floor, and dipped it in ink mixed with cotton embers. , in the book "Poems Behind Bars" that he started writing as soon as he entered the concentration camp, he wrote another angry page... "Sister Jiang is back!" Yu Xinjiang, who was at the sign gate, turned around and told everyone. There was a sound of footsteps, and people rushed to the cell door again.
The iron door beside the high wall opened. The owl scurried in from outside the iron door. He stood by the door, staring at the long row of cells, and roared loudly: "Don't look, don't look!"
No one was there Paying no attention to this ferocious beast, everyone stood on tiptoes and looked out through the crack in the door. I saw Sister Jiang being dragged in through the iron gate by two agents. After being tortured all night long, Sister Jiang moved forward in a coma, dragging her feeble steps step by step; blood dripped drop by drop from the fingertips of her bloody hands.
People held their breath, the fire of hatred was burning in their hearts, and the tears in their eyes dripped down together with Sister Jiang's blood... A burst of high-pitched and majestic singing came from the end of the iron door of Room 8. Ring first. Sister Jiang gradually woke up in the singing. She listened quietly for a moment, then slowly raised her bright eyes, as if to find the place where the song came from. With a flash of eyes, Sister Jiang seemed to notice Xu Yunfeng's trusting and encouraging glances coming from the eighth room on the floor. The glance of her comrades was better than the most fervent comfort, better than any special medicine. A burst of intense excitement made her whole body move. She immediately used her best efforts and strong will to gather the last strength and wanted to stand still. She swayed and finally stood firm. His head was thrown back, and his blood-soaked hair fell behind his shoulders. People could see her face. Her face was bloodless and as white as a piece of paper. She turned her head slightly and looked at the agent who was supporting her with a dim but unforgettable look. As if being burned by fire, she suddenly threw away the agent with both arms, raised her head proudly, moved her stubborn legs, and staggered towards the women's prison. "Ha-Sister Jiang!" Everyone couldn't help shouting.
However, Sister Jiang only took a few steps and fell down. The disheveled hair covered her face, the sky blue cheongsam and the red woolen sweater, mixed with stains of blood...
Several comrades ran out of the women's prison and gently touched Sister Jiang. He was helped up by the ground and carried into the women's prison... There was a "click" and the door of the women's prison was locked tightly. "What's the matter? What's the matter?" The heads of the comrades were poked out from the wind door upstairs and downstairs, asking each other anxiously. Sunlight filtered through the locked door of the women's prison, and busy figures could be seen walking back and forth in the room.
"These beasts! How they tortured Sister Jiang!" People gripped the cell door angrily.
At some point, a small bucket of moldy rice was placed next to the damper. It's time for breakfast, but who wants to eat? Liu Siyang was lying on the floor, tears dripping down on the paper. It was the first time that he was so emotionally excited, writing poems with blood and tears.
"How is it? Is there any news?"
"I heard that he passed out and the comrades in the women's room are giving first aid..."
Upstairs and downstairs In the prison cell, the people watching by the gate asked each other.
One hour, two hours passed. Yu Xinjiang stood in the middle of the seventh room of the building, excitedly reading a poem that Liu Siyang had just written: hot iron was burned on the chest, bamboo sticks were nailed into each fingertip, cold water was poured into the nostrils,
Electric current passes through the whole body...
The human will,
is tempered in the poisonous fire of hell.
Bright as gold,
As hard as gold.
It can burn the skin and flesh,
it can break the bones and muscles.
Iron rod,
Wooden pole,
cannot pry open the biting lips.
That is the safety line for thousands of soldiers!
Use a bayonet to cut open the chest and abdomen. What will be dug out is only the hot and red heart and liver.
At the moment when everyone is worried about Sister Jiang’s safety, the people in the women’s prison are even more uneasy.
Sun Mingxia washed the blood on Sister Jiang's last finger with salt water and stretched out her hand to the people standing in front of the bed.
The person next to her handed over the cotton swab and red potion bottle. Sun Mingxia took a cotton swab, dipped it in red liquid, and applied it carefully on Sister Jiang's wound.
But she found that there were some broken bamboo strands left in the wound, so she had to put down the swab, with tears in her eyes, used her nails to open the bloody wound, and pulled out the bamboo strands embedded in the flesh one after another. Sister Jiang, who was in a coma, seemed to feel the pain of the wound. Her fingers were shaking, and blood was flowing out of the wound. Sun Mingxia couldn't help turning her head away, tears streaming down her face... "Calm down... Mingxia."
"Give me the red potion." Another person took the medicine bottle from Sun Mingxia's hand; Pass the cotton swabs dipped in red liquid to Sun Mingxia.
Sister Jiang was still lying unconscious on the bed, breathing weakly and clenching her teeth, as if she was trying to resist the painful feeling and prevent herself from screaming; when the cotton swab came into contact with her deep wound At this time, her body trembled slightly. "Take it easy!" People's hearts tightened in pain. Sun Mingxia looked at Sister Jiang apologetically, gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and continued to apply the red lotion. She couldn't help but remember that when she first met Sister Jiang in prison, Sister Jiang looked into her tearful eyes with her quiet and firm eyes and said softly: "At the moment of being tested, a person's life must be used for... Keep the party pure..." Last night, when Sister Jiang was escorted out by the secret agents, Sun Mingxia rushed to the prison door and shouted: "Sister Jiang! Sister Jiang!" Sister Jiang stopped at the door of the prison and turned back to her calmly. Smile slightly. That momentary smile had given her so much power. That calm smile containing infinite courage was something she would never forget.
"Is the stone flower done? Hurry!" Sun Mingxia asked softly when she was about to finish applying the red potion.
"It's done!" A small bowl of stone flower powder was handed to the bed.
Sun Mingxia took the powder of stone flowers and sprinkled it on Sister Jiang's wound, then gently wrapped cotton and cloth strips around Sister Jiang's fingers.
After the bandage was finished, Sun Mingxia was ready to untie the cloth bandage that had been wrapped around Sister Jiang's arm to help stop the bleeding.
"Slow down! Slow down!" People were afraid that if the bandage loosened too quickly, the blood would rush into the wound, causing Sister Jiang to feel pain.
"I know." Sun Mingxia nodded and slowly loosened the belt. All eyes were on Sister Jiang's face. I saw her eyelashes blinking and the corners of her mouth moving slightly. There seemed to be a trace of blush on his pale face. At this time, Zhazi Cave was so quiet that even the sound of the "tick-tock" of the hanging clock in the secret agent's office could be heard.
The last piece of cloth came loose. Sister Jiang let out a "ha--" and turned her head outwards, spitting blood from her mouth... "What?" The people in the women's cell all exclaimed in low voices in unison. "When Sister Jiang was being tortured, she bit her lip with her own teeth..." After Sun Mingxia finished speaking, she shed tears again.
Everyone could not help but burst into tears, pondering: I don’t know how much severe pain Sister Jiang has endured after being tortured again and again... It was she, a female Communist Party member, who calmly announced in front of the enemy: Victory is always ours.
"Tell the comrades in the men's room that Sister Jiang will wake up soon!" Sun Mingxia released her hand from Sister Jiang's pulse and immediately covered her with the quilt again.
"Add a pillow to increase your height." A weak person named Li Qingzhu was lying on the opposite side. She stood up with difficulty and said. The tiger bench broke her leg, so she could not stay with Sister Jiang for a long time and share some of the pain with her old comrade. "It's not good to raise it up." Sun Mingxia thanked Li Qingzhu for her kindness and looked back at her with a concerned expression, as if to say: "Don't worry, just lie down, lie down..."
"Mingxia, go take a rest, you're so tired." Li Qingzhu called her again.
"It doesn't matter, I'm not tired."
Who wants to leave? People stood stubbornly, waiting for Sister Jiang to wake up. "What makes Sister Jiang so strong?" Sun Mingxia, who was standing by the bed, calmed down and asked thoughtfully.
Who can answer such a question? People naturally turned their heads to Li Qingzhu, who was lying on his side.
"...Sister Jiang is a role model for all of us." Amid everyone's expectations, Li Qingzhu finally slowly raised her upper body and started talking. "I have worked with her for a long time... When she just learned to call 'Dad', her father died. Her mother supported the family by borrowing money, pawns, and doing needlework. When she was seven years old, her mother heard that It was easier to live in the city, so he took her to Chongqing. In that era of warlord fighting and starvation, the mother was desperate and finally abandoned her newborn daughter and committed suicide in the river. The helpless Sister Jiang lived in an orphanage. In the house, someone would often take the bowl away from her just as she was bringing her rice. She would burst into tears and never wanted to cry in front of others... "Sister Jiang was not yet nine years old, and she worked as a worker in a cotton mill in Nan'an. child labor. After working for two years, Sister Jiang got seriously ill and was kicked out of the factory..."
Li Qingzhu looked at Sister Jiang affectionately. She seemed to see her studying with Sister Jiang ten years ago again. Scene of work: In the depths of a bamboo forest beside a mountain stream with rippling blue waves in a valley full of sunlight, Sister Jiang gazed with reverence at the flags crossed by the shining sickle and hammer on the bamboo branches... The valley echoed with solemnity and clarity for a long time. Voice: "I volunteer to join the Communist Party of China. "
"In the early spring of 1947, the party decided to send a group of party members to support the armed struggle in rural areas. Sister Jiang and her husband both applied, and the party approved her husband, Comrade Peng Songtao's request, asking her to stay in the city. That day, I went to Chaotianmen Pier with her to see off Comrade Peng Songtao.
"Li Qingzhu himself was sent to the countryside not long after that. Unfortunately, he was arrested by the enemy on the way. "I heard that Comrade Lao Peng died. Does Sister Jiang know? "Sun Mingxia interjected softly. "I know. "Li Qingzhu's voice couldn't help but be a little excited. "Sister Jiang also saw with her own eyes..."
"Where is Sister Jiang's child? Sun Mingxia suddenly asked with concern: "Did Sister Jiang tell you?" "
"The child is raised by gays and will definitely inherit our career when he grows up..." Li Qingzhu replied, turning his eyes to Sister Jiang. At this time, Sister Jiang was still unconscious, but her face looked better than before. Some time ago.
It was already afternoon, and the comrades in the men's cell began to take turns to "have fun". During this time, Lao Xu's suggestion had spread throughout the cell: He hoped that all his comrades would learn from Sister Jiang's unyielding will. , to learn from her revolutionary character in the arduous struggle... Therefore, taking advantage of the "free time", male comrades all sent their condolence letters and poems to Sister Jiang into the women's room - people saw with their own eyes that she single-handedly took on the enemy The crazy revenge on all the comrades represented the unyielding will of all the comrades. At the same time, people saw that even poisoning was ineffective, which made the enemy further helpless after the persecution failed. This was Sister Jiang's victory. It’s also a victory for everyone!
Sun Mingxia held a stack of letters, stood beside Sister Jiang’s bed, and said: “Be quiet, everyone, please listen. "The room immediately fell silent, and Sun Mingxia read aloud: ... You, the petrel in the storm,
Welcome to the darkness before dawn.
Fly! Fight!
Always face the east,
Always face the party!
The fourth floor is dedicated to Sister Jiang
"The following is written in the sixth room downstairs! "Ode to the Soul" for Sister Jiang. "Sun Mingxia continued to read.
Sun Mingxia read more and more enthusiastically, and everyone looked at her intently. "Mingxia, what are you doing? "At this time, Sister Jiang had woken up and called softly. Sun Mingxia looked back and shouted in surprise: "Oh, Sister Jiang is awake! "Everyone in the room ran to Sister Jiang's bedside and asked all kinds of questions: "Sister Jiang! Are you feeling better? what would you like? "
Sister Jiang opened her eyes wide and kept moving. She smiled. "Rinse your mouth! "Someone brought a bowl of water.
Sun Mingxia stood beside Sister Jiang's bed, wondering what to do. After a while, she remembered the handful of letters in her hand. So she sat down next to Sister Jiang. The man beside the bed said: "Sister Jiang, these are all letters written to you by comrades, I will read them to you. Sun Mingxia picked up a letter, read it, and said, "This is written by all the comrades in the second room downstairs." "
"The second room downstairs? The cell where Comrade Ye Ting was imprisoned? "
Sister Jiang asked. When she saw Sun Mingxia nodding her head, a trace of happiness flashed across her face, and she asked softly: "What did they say? "Sun Mingxia read aloud:
"Dear Sister Jiang:
The severe torture for more than a month has further demonstrated your steadfastness to the revolution. We know deeply that all poisonous punishments will only be effective against those who are cowards and weak and wavering; they will not have any effect on a true Communist Party member.
When we were taken for interrogation, when we chewed two meals of moldy rice, when we were awakened by the sound of bamboo bangs in the middle of the night, and listened to the howling wind on Gele Mountain, we remembered I miss you, dear Sister Jiang!
We promise the party: we will not be weak, wavering, or surrendering in front of the enemy. We will be brave and strong like you..."
"This is the third room on the floor...this It's room seven downstairs. "
Sun Mingxia told Sister Jiang her beliefs one by one.
While listening, Sister Jiang shed tears of excitement. When she finished listening to several letters , licked his cracked lips with the tip of his tongue, and said with tears: "The party is so good, the comrades are so good, I don't count. Sister Jiang said softly: "Our honor belongs to the party!" I should share this kind of encouragement from comrades and this kind of fighting power with comrades. "Sister Jiang was happy not only because of the encouragement given to her by her comrades, but also because she had overcome the test of poisoning. When the enemy pursued the activities of the guerrillas, she knew the whereabouts of the traitors, which also made her happy, because The Chongqing underground party and rural guerrillas would no longer be betrayed by traitors. Although the enemy was angry and eager to find clues about the party from her, she thought that the party's safety was no longer threatened, so she felt that enduring the poisoning was not very important. It's a painful thing.
Sun Mingxia picked up another letter and said: "This is from Room 7. She opened the envelope, unfolded the letter, looked at it, and said, "The comrades in Room 7 said that Comrade Xu Yunfeng asked them to say hello to you, Sister Jiang!" "
"Xu Yunfeng..." Sister Jiang's eyes flashed with surging tears, as if she saw the rising figure standing by the iron gate, solemnly inspiring his comrades with fighting songs. "Comrade Xu Yunfeng, You are our role model. We should all learn from you and pay tribute to you! "
"Sister Jiang, you are too excited, please take a rest. ”
“It’s time to be excited. What a strong party and comrades we have here! "
"Sister Jiang..." Sun Mingxia looked at Sister Jiang's eyes turning to the opposite side and asked softly.
"What do you want?"
"Our child is moving. She must have woken up?"
"She really woke up. Look, she has her eyes wide open. Lovely eyes!" Li Qingzhu said, picking up the baby who was loved by everyone, handed it to Sun Mingxia, and asked her to carry it to Sister Jiang.
"Poor this orphan, he lost his parents when he was born..." Who sighed softly.
“You shouldn’t be sad.” Sister Jiang took the baby with her bleeding hands and held her tightly in her arms. "The child is ours. We are all her father and mother."
The baby sat in Sister Jiang's arms with attachment, her childish little mouth smiled sweetly, and she held her little hand He put it into his mouth and sucked it with saliva.
"Have you left your name, the father of the child?" Sister Jiang asked the comrades around her. "No." Lying opposite, Li Qingzhu replied in a low voice: "She has just lived here for a few days. I only know that the couple was detained from Kunming, and she did not want to expose the case. Before she died, I asked her name "Li Qingzhu recalled, her voice gradually rising: "She just smiled and said: 'I am a Communist Party member...' Sister Jiang had tears in her eyes. , dripping on the baby's round face.
At this time, Li Qingzhu took out a crumpled piece of paper from his side. That was left by the child's parents. Sun Mingxia took it, unfolded it, and brought it to Sister Jiang. Li Qingzhu continued: "This is a relic left by the child's father."
Sister Jiang nodded, her eyes falling on the vaguely legible handwriting. As she watched, a burst of passion swirled in Sister Jiang's heart. She whispered softly: In order to avoid the suffering of the next generation, we are willing to——
We are willing to sit through this prison!
…………
After chanting it several times, Sister Jiang raised her head and said with a smile: “Now I understand why Lao Xu gave his child such a name. ..."
"Prison flower! It's beautiful and kind," Sun Mingxia added. "Prison flower!" Sister Jiang's eyelashes flashed with tears of joy. Regardless of the pain, she hugged the baby tightly and smiled happily.
"Sister Jiang!" came a voice from the cell door, "Since last night, the comrades in the men's cell have been waiting for you. They are eager to know news about you."
< p>Sister Jiang held the child in her arms, thought about it quietly, and then said to Sun Mingxia beside her:"I really appreciate the love and care from my comrades. Mingxia, please write a reply for me. ”
Sister Jiang dictated the reply clearly word for word, while Sun Mingxia sat next to her and carefully recorded her words.
...At night, through the secret tunnel on the wall, the comrades in each cell in Zhazidong circulated Sister Jiang's touching echo under the dim prison lights.
People sat quietly in the darkness, but as if they were under the sun, reciting the radiant words in Sister Jiang's letter:
Torture is too small a test!
Bamboo sticks are made of bamboo, and the will of Communist Party members is steel!