After rebirth, I still experienced a mess

177 Must there be peace and prosperity?

It was really surprising to see Wen Yan, who hadn't been seen for a long time, come to see me.

Hearing that there would be a performance at school, everyone began to question their lives.

Gui Xiu laughed in anger: "At this time, there is singing and dancing, are you sure you are not kidding?"

Wen Yan's face was filled with helplessness: "The school has been in trouble one after another, and the higher-ups are worried that there will be instability during the Spring Festival, so they came up with this bad idea."

Lu Zhu objected to going out to cause trouble: "Isn't this the business of your propaganda team and propaganda department? What does it have to do with us?"

Wen Yan smiled bitterly: "Do you think anyone would believe what we did? Not being kicked out would be considered polite, but if things go wrong we might even get beaten up."

Gui Xiu disagreed: "Won't you send troops to maintain order?"

Wen Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "That's not called maintaining order, that's called adding fuel to the fire, it's simply courting death."

Mao Tongxian shook his head: "In this case, diverting the conflict may not be effective."

Wen Yan was also skeptical: "The higher-ups think it's worth a try, whether it works or not, maybe it will work."

Xiao Wei asked coldly, "Does the higher-ups have any requirements for the show?"

Wen Yan shook her head: "At this time, what are the requirements? As long as we can appease their emotions, it will be fine."

Xiao Wei reinforced: "Reactionary ones are also okay?"

Wen Yan nodded: "You can talk and scold."

Xiao Wei sneered: "I don't trust you. You can't do this."

Wen Yan asked seriously: "Don't you want to argue with the teachers and students in the whole school?"

Xiao Wei shook her head: "No. I hope they fight to the death."

Wen Yan shook her head: "Everyone knows that was not your intention. Now that things have come to this, no one can do anything about it."

"No. That's what I meant. Some idiots should be eliminated to prevent them from causing harm to more people in the future."

Wen Yan sighed: "I beg you, okay?"

Xiao Wei's nose twitched: "This is not your idea at all. Why are you meddling in other people's business? Whoever came up with the idea, let him do it himself."

Wen Yan wiped her eyes and said, "He has a misunderstanding about you, a big misunderstanding, and he is too embarrassed to see you."

Xiao Wei said decisively: "There is no misunderstanding in the world, there is only trust or distrust. In emotional matters, once there is distrust, there will be no possibility of success."

"What exactly does it take for you to agree?"

"Let the Municipal Party Committee give me a golden ticket to avoid death, and maybe I'll consider it. Remember, it's from the Municipal Party Committee. The Propaganda Department is worthless."

In fact, Xiao Wei knew that when she led Liu Jianan's group of diehard fans to the community gate to protest, she believed that in order to achieve equal equality, it must be thorough. Not only should everyone eat from the same pot, but they should also sleep together to reflect the principle of fairness. Your family sleeps on a carved mahogany bed, and his family sleeps on a rope bed. How can it be fair? She strongly demanded that the cadres take the lead in sleeping together. Even Guixiu had some misunderstandings about this matter.

In addition to Xiaowei's familiarity with that kind of thing and her attitude of not hiding it, Yongzhong had enough reason to believe that Xiaowei was the kind of slut who was available to anyone.

Xiao Wei didn't give any explanation, which deepened Yongzhong's conviction.

How can one explain emotional matters clearly?

After weighing the pros and cons, Xiao Wei felt that it would not be a bad thing to give some explanation to the teachers and students of the whole school. After all, the hunger would continue for a long time. Moreover, there were idiots everywhere, and the hopelessness and dissatisfaction could not be vented. It was easy to be incited by some radical elements, and going to extremes would become a normal phenomenon.

I'm just sitting around doing nothing anyway, so I might as well make some noise and add some liveliness to this quiet atmosphere.

Director Feng personally delivered the invitation letter that day, which clearly stated that no recording or photography was allowed, that all programs were to be treated as literary and artistic works, and that no issues with the programs themselves would be pursued.

Knowing that this certificate would be useless in the future when everything could be overturned, Xiao Wei still put it away with satisfaction: "How many programs do you have?"

Director Feng smiled bitterly: "After discussion, we can only perform two or three funny drama sketches. Of the four songs, I think only Sheng Sheng Man can be performed. The others are all bullshit."

Xiao Wei snorted coldly: "Because we are a land of plenty and have never experienced such a thing in our lifetime, that's why we complain. If it were somewhere else, this kind of thing would be the norm and you wouldn't think it was nonsense, and you would even be grateful."

Director Feng sighed: "What you said makes sense. Unfortunately, few people understand it now. The key is that the problem has not been solved for a long time, which makes people see no hope."

Xiao Wei shook his head: "To be put to death and then to be reborn, there is hope. There is no hope."

Director Feng bowed and said, "Thank you for your good words. Let's survive together."

The performance was scheduled for Chinese New Year’s Eve, two days later, so there was no time to rehearse.

Of course, there is no need for rehearsal.

No matter how you look at it, the performance seems irrational and subversive.

Two days ago, although Xiao Wei scolded others so hard that they dared not talk back, he was still surrendering to the gun.

A full man does not know the hunger of a hungry man. A man who is full and bloated lectures a hungry man openly, saying that everything he says is bullshit.

There were only about two or three hundred people that Xiao Wei had helped, but due to the expansion of enrollment, the total number of college students in the school has exceeded three thousand.

The majority of people were unwilling to accept the inequality in the name of equality. Although a dozen people were arrested the day before yesterday, thousands of people united and went to the city government to protest. No one dared to say that inequality was not good, so they had to release the dozen people.

The person who tied the bell must untie it. A series of events were triggered by Xiao Wei's good deeds, and a smart person thought of this trick.

Pushing Xiaowei to the front and letting her explain herself might help to calm down the resentment.

Yongzhong also indulged in this, saying that Xiaowei had the ability to improvise and had the quick wit to sing words that touched people's hearts.

This performance was destined to be extraordinary from the very beginning. At best, Xiao Wei was a rare talent picked from thousands of miles away. The smart people who were used to hearing propaganda all felt that they had guessed what Xiao Wei was going to say and the content of the performance.

There were only five or six hundred people present, and there was no need to show disdain and protest by not attending.

The weather-beaten Aunt Xiaowei didn't care. She sat in front of the microphone, holding her erhu, and sang the first song, "Worldly as Mud", without any concealment, spreading out the lyrics she had revised in a hurry.

The mournful tune immediately set the tone of the performance, which was completely different from what the smart people had imagined.

This world is like mud, where is the land for lotus to bloom? We live only for food and oil. This life is like flying catkins, I don’t know where it will go tomorrow, sing a song to remember the suffering. Life is fleeting, looking back is full of tears, this fate is like thorns, youthful ideals are hard to find, step by step into the deep valley.

The microphone volume was turned up to maximum, and the singing voice spread through the windows and doors to the entire campus.

Many people began to sob during the second performance, and Xiao Wei herself even sang with such emotion that her voice became hoarse and almost choked.

When I looked up after the singing, the number of people in the hall had doubled and they were still quietly moving in.

No one spoke, and even the footsteps were kept as low as possible.