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ОглавлениеOut of the blue, I was notified of a phone call. That very rarely happened. It was from a Comrade Huang in the Ministry of Public Security. He told me to go to the Ministry. He would be waiting for me at the entrance. I said I don’t know you. He said you will recognise me. I said all right, I’ll carry a black briefcase so you know who I am. Actually, I was extremely naïve. When I arrived, he came out to receive me. He was in his thirties. He had been present at the first interrogation.
He took me to the reception room, where the cadre responsible for maintaining contact with me was sitting. Huang introduced him to me, as Director Wu. The fact that I was being treated as an equal overwhelmed me.
Director Wu came straight to the point: ‘I’ve read your letter. We passed on your letter to Hu Feng. We’ve decided not to send him for reform through labour. How about if we send him home?’
I must have looked astonished, for he added, ‘Our Party’s policy has always been to treat people leniently. Leniency and severe punishment mutually combined. So we’re going to release him and create the conditions for him to reform. That requires your cooperation.’
Comrade Huang said, ‘When you get home, prepare some clothes for when he comes out. Don’t tell anyone. We’ll let you know what happens next.’
They asked me about my home circumstances and the other members of my residential unit. They said they would come to see me the next day. Then they politely escorted me from the building.
Shortly after I arrived home, Big Sister Ying rushed in, carrying a big fish. I told her what had happened. She was delighted, but unable to fathom the outcome. Would he be allowed to stay, or would they send him somewhere else?
After dinner, she left, although she had planned to stay the night. She said, ‘I must go back to tell Old Nie the news. Perhaps in future it won’t be so easy to come. If you need anything, phone me.’ She took a big bundle of wool from her bag and said, ‘The vest fits perfectly. It will soon be Spring Festival. The child will continue growing. If you have time, knit him a jumper.’
As I looked at the ball of fiery red wool, my depression lifted.
I hadn’t told my son about F’s imminent release, because he was busy with his end-of-semester exams. I didn’t want to distract him. Better if I undertook this venture on my own.
The next day, they didn’t turn up, but in the afternoon they phoned to say they would fetch me by car the following morning.
Such were the last two days of 1965. At eight o’clock the next morning, a black sedan car stopped opposite the building, a rare sight in our neighbourhood. I had slept barely a wink. When our son was helping me lift the chest containing his father’s overcoat, I told him what was happening. He said, ‘Daddy’s coming home, that’s wonderful!’ That’s all he said.
Dragging a suitcase and dressed in an old cotton suit and a long scarf, I hurried out.
I noticed that the Director was also in the car.
‘Why the suitcase?’
‘Didn’t you say I should bring some clothes?’
To the driver, ‘Hurry, we have some formalities to go through after we arrive.’
Even though I was travelling in a luxury vehicle, comfortably upholstered and air-conditioned, I felt uneasy. For more than half a year now, I had rushed through this same scenery, which swept through my head like scenes from a film. Would I really no longer have to toil back and forth along this route? There were practically no pedestrians. The countryside was bleak. There was no sign of vitality, just like in my heart. I was on my way to fetch my beloved from prison, but I couldn’t feel the requisite joy, because everything had happened too suddenly.
The car sped straight up to the metal gate. The guard waved us through. We got out, and I was escorted to a guest room. The others were led away by a cadre.
The guest room was tiny. There were two small sofas but no heating. My feet began to ache. This was the outskirts and much colder than in the city. Luckily, I had brought F’s thick cotton shoes and a leather overcoat. At least he wouldn’t freeze. Thinking this, I calmed down. I stood up and paced around, to exercise my legs.
Through the window, I saw him in the middle of a group of people headed my way. He was wearing the clothes I’d brought. He seemed to have become taller. From a distance, he looked like he had looked ten years before. I hurried out and helped him into the car. The others started putting the suitcase and various bits and pieces into the boot. We were alone. He gripped my hand, squinting and smiling like he used to, but without the sweet joyful smile I knew from the old days.
The car sped off. It became stiflingly hot. Director Wu, sitting at the front, wound down the window so the cold wind blew in. My head became clearer in the fresh breeze. F, sitting next to me, was as if in trance. He said nothing, and showed not the slightest emotion. I knew he must have been full of thoughts, so I started to talk, in an attempt to drag him from his reverie. I said, ‘This road is beautiful in the summer. It’s green, dark green, with white poplars and willows on either side.’ As we passed through Shahe, I showed him the restaurant and said, ‘I ate here twice.’ He mumbled a reply. Not until we entered the city, with its broad bustling streets and ceaseless flow of vehicles, was his attention finally caught.
‘Why are there so many people in Beijing, how come it’s so lively?’
We arrived home. I helped him from the car and was about to fetch the case, but I was told to enter the house. Carrying a bundle of books in one hand and supporting him with the other, I went to the front door. Neighbours peered from their windows.
We entered the living room, just the two of us. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. My nose began to tingle. Stifling the tears, I helped him out of his overcoat. It was hot indoors, so he asked me to help him remove his woollen suit. Only then, doing things like that, which I’d not been able to do for a decade, did I really feel my beloved had returned.
The driver and Comrade Huang helped bring in the suitcase. I was about to make some tea when the Director said, ‘No need, you must take it easy. We’ll come in the afternoon.’
They left through the back door.
I lived in a three-room ground-floor flat. Normally I was there by myself during the day. I showed F the house. He spent a long time looking round his son’s room, flicking through his books. When he had left, his son had been in the first class of primary school, and now he was reading all these books. He would no longer be pestering dad for children’s books.
I sat him down in the living room on the swivel chair. He had bought the chair second-hand. I showed him some letters from friends. Then I went into the kitchen to make him his first meal since arriving home.
I had got the food ready in advance. I had bought him a bottle of bamboo-leaf wine, his favourite, but I didn’t dare give it him yet, because the Director was returning. I watched happily as he took big mouthfuls of food. It felt like we had regressed ten years. In those days, whenever he came home from his travels, even if only after a few months, I had felt the same joy when we sat down together to eat. He used to say he often ate banquets when he was away from home, but it never tasted as good as my vegetables and beancurd.
I let him go for a nap. I told him, ‘I have to go out. I’ll lock the door from the outside. If anyone knocks, don’t open it.’ I added, ‘I want to buy you a toothbrush. Also some nice tea, so if anyone comes, we’ve got something other than boiled water to offer. And some cigarettes.’
He told me he hadn’t smoked for ten years and had given up, that was his reunion gift to me.
I went to buy the toothbrush and some other things, and I also bought him a razor. When I got home, he was sleeping. I was afraid they would soon turn up, so I woke him. Just at that moment, there was a knock at the back door.
The first thing the Director said on entering, with a big smile on his face, was ‘Why did you lock him in? And such a useless lock!’
How did he know the lock was useless, and that you could open it without a key?
He said, ‘It doesn’t matter, if there’s a crime, we can easily solve it. But don’t use that sort of lock, don’t cause us unnecessary trouble.’
F was baffled and I was ill at ease, so I left to make tea. I thought it best to leave them to chat with him.
Comrade Huang took out a list of five or six rules. The gist was that he shouldn’t talk with strangers or meet foreigners, go out by himself, or leave the neighbourhood.
Director Wu added, ‘This is for your safety, you must cooperate. I’ll introduce you to two comrades who are coming to help you. If you need anything, ask them.’
All I could do was nod earnestly, to show I supported the measures they proposed.
Comrade Huang went onto the balcony and shouted across at two men, who then entered the building. The thin tall one was Old Chen and the short sturdy one was Little Zhang. He introduced Hu Feng to them, as Old Zhang.
Liu from the police station also turned up, and shook hands with Hu Feng. Then, the two other comrades went to find accommodation.
Hu Feng had spent ten and a half years in prison. Director Wu formally announced he was being allowed to serve his sentence outside prison as an act of leniency, but his movements would be controlled by the public security organs.
