Ghost Blowing Lamp II

Chapter 24 Karen Left Banner Under the Night

But I never backed down, let alone in front of Ding Sitian, after thinking for a while, I became concerned, I winked at the fat man, and the fat man immediately understood, stretched out his hands and pressed down, making a quiet gesture, Said to everyone: "Everyone be quiet, let's ask Comrade Lenin to tell you a few words."

The educated youth immediately knew what tricks we were going to play. In that era of cultural exhaustion, there were only eight model operas upside down. Ordinary people did not have any extra cultural and entertainment activities, but no matter what time it was, young people always had their own. The method, one of the most popular entertainments at that time, was to imitate the speeches of the great men in the movies and reprocess the existing classics. The difficulty of imitation alone is quite large, and not everyone can learn it. If there is a bit of resemblance, if there is a bit of leadership temperament that ordinary people cannot match, and if there is something unique, then the imitator will become an idol in the eyes of everyone.

Back then, I watched a lot of internal reference movies in the military area. I thought about which one I should imitate. The Vietnamese and Korean movies of comrades and brothers are not suitable. They are more than tragic and serious, but the dramatic tension is not enough. There are no classic dialogues. If it comes to mental shock, domestic ones are not enough. Everyone is too familiar with it, and it lacks the difficulty of acting. After a little thought, the fat man and I have a problem in our hearts, so we used local materials, picked up some wool on the grass and stuck it on the upper lip. As a fake beard, I spit some saliva into the palm of my hand and touched the hair. The two of them combed their hair back, trying to make their foreheads stand out as much as possible.

The two of us stood face to face in front of the blaze, and the educated youths sitting next to us wondered, "It's the truth, isn't this Lenin and Stalin?" They understood what Fatty and I were going to do, and then they laughed. Watching our every move.

I saw that it was not working, and the atmosphere was not right, so I quickly turned my head and said to the educated youths: "Everyone, you have to be serious, don't be joking, our performance is to show the dignified atmosphere before the big revolutionary storm, everyone has to cooperate Point, otherwise we will not be able to get off the stage if the performance fails."

Then Fatty and I remained motionless, freezing a moment in history of the great man like a sculpture in October Square. In fact, the key at this time is not to be able to sing out, or else don’t try to scare the audience. Ding Sitian took out the harmonica, and the rhythm was slow. The heavy music sounded, and with the active cooperation of her accompaniment, the surroundings finally quieted down. The educated youths were silent, and they began to walk from the impetuousness of singing and dancing to the heaviness of the historical chapter. Time seemed to return to the eve of the capture of the Winter Palace. .

I knew it was time, so I slowly glanced at the crowd, then stared at the fat man, and asked melancholy: "Comrade Joseph, are you ready to attack the Winter Palace?" I feel that I have become Comrade Lenin in the movie, and the audience below seem to have become the workers who look up to Lenin in the movie.

The fat man puffed out his belly, and said to me with a kind yet majestic, modest but authoritarian manner of the second chief minister: "Dear Vladimir Milych, Nikolai's gate will be closed tomorrow morning. , opened by the heroic and fearless working class, for which we will pay the price in blood."

I clenched my fists and said with righteous indignation: "Exploitation, oppression, domination, slavery, assassination, violence, hunger, and poverty have all combined to devour us...For thousands of years, the blood of the working class has been shed into the sea, Haven't we shed enough blood?"

This paragraph requires fast speech and accurate enunciation. Every word must be fired like a cannonball, so as to mobilize the audience's feelings of common hatred and hatred. Young people in the background of the big era have the same world outlook and values. Educated youths think of themselves As expected, he was infected, and everyone was moved. It is time to bring the atmosphere to a climax: "If this final victory requires bloodshed, let Nicholas' blood flood the Winter Palace... I will take the opportunity He raised his right hand, made a stop gesture, paused for a moment, then swung his fist down, and said forcefully: "Because of death, you don't belong to the working class! "

The fat man standing next to me was waiting for me to say the last line, immediately raised his fist, and took the lead in shouting: "Yes, death does not belong to the working class!" The educated youth around followed the fat man and shouted that death does not belong to the working class, Then everyone applauded enthusiastically, and unanimously demanded that Comrade Lenin not be allowed to leave, and another one had to come.

A flawless performance, impeccable size and size, coupled with the extremely well-coordinated audience, I have imitated Lenin's speech more than once, and I may have the opportunity to play this game in the future, but I know very well that whether it is The atmosphere is still emotional, and it will never be able to reach this level in the future. The Kelin Zuoqi grassland dinner under the night is unforgettable for a lifetime.

When I pulled off my fake beard and went back to sit down, Ding Sitian said to me in surprise: "Ba Yi, you are amazing, I never thought you would have this kind of ability. I really thought you were Comrade Lenin just now. You acted really well." It’s so similar.” I heard her say that, of course I was overjoyed, but I still had to maintain my usual modesty, reservedness was popular in that era, so I waved my hand and said a little embarrassedly: “It’s nothing, what is this, Jiang Shang There are strange peaks, hidden in the clouds and mist, I can't usually see them, and occasionally they are exposed."

The fat man was very envious that I was appreciated by the educated youths, so he hurriedly said to Ding Sitian: "Just now I only acted for Lao Hu, and I didn't have time to show my own demeanor. Otherwise, I will come to Duan Li Yuhe alone, so that you guys See and see my majesty..." Encouraged by Fatty, the educated youths started the second round of performances.

Half of the night passed like this. On this occasion, even people who have no capacity for alcohol will drink a few bowls more or less. When did we break up, and who carried me into the yurt?

A night of strong winds, blowing past, sleeping in a dark place, when I woke up, I had a splitting headache and a lot of runny nose. It seemed that the cold was still under control. I looked around sleepily, and it turned out that I and the fat man , including the "chief" Lao Ni, were all arranged in the same yurt, without time to take off his clothes and shoes, only to see the fat man snoring with one leg pressed against Lao Ni's stomach, and Lao Ni kept talking nonsense, The two of them were still awake, and there was no one else in the yurt. I guess the rest of the herdsmen and educated youth probably went back overnight.

I lost the concept of time, and I didn't know what time it was. I had a terrible headache and wanted to lie down and sleep again, but before I could close my eyes, I realized that the sound outside the yurt was wrong, rumbling like thunder Zandi, the muffled thunder came from the east towards our sleeping yurt like a tidal wave. I was wondering what happened outside when I saw Ding Sitian rushing in from the outside and shouted anxiously to me: "Run out, the cows are blown up!"

(End of this chapter)