十    六    年    前    的    回    忆   

 年    月    日   , 我    永    远    忘    不    了    那    一    天   。 那    是    父    亲    的    被    难    日   ,  离    现    在    已    经    十    六    年    了   
 那    年    春    天   , 父    亲    每    天    夜    里    回    来    得    很    晚   。 每    天    早    晨   , 不    知    道    什    么    时    候    他    又    出    去    了   。 有    时    候    他    留    在    家    里   , 埋    头    整    理    书    籍    和    文    件   。 我    蹲    在    旁    边   , 看    他    把    书    和    有    字    的    纸    片    投    到    火    炉    里    去   
 我    奇    怪    地    问    他   : 爹   , 为    什    么    要    烧    掉    呢   ? 怪    可    惜    的   
 待    了    一    会    儿   , 父    亲    才    回    答   : 不    要    了    就    烧    掉   。 你    小    孩    子    家    知    道    什    么   !
 父    亲    一    向    是    慈    祥    的   , 从    没    有    骂    过    我    们   , 更    没    有    打    过    我    们   。 我    总     爱    向    父    亲    问    许    多    幼    稚    可    笑    的    问    题   。 他    不    论    多    忙   , 对    我    的    问    题    总    是    很     感    兴    趣   , 总    是    耐    心    地    讲    给    我    听   。 这    一    次    不    知    道    为    什    么   , 父    亲    竟    这    样     含    糊    地    回    答    我   
 后    来    听    母    亲    说   , 军    阀    张    作    霖    要    派    人    来    搜    查   。 为    了    避    免    党    组    织    被    破    坏   , 父    亲    只    好    把    一    些    书    籍    和    文    件    烧    掉   。 才    过    了    两    天   , 果    然    出    事    了   。 工    友    阎    振    三    一    早    上    街    买    东    西   , 直    到    夜    里    还    不    见    回    来   。 第    二    天   , 父    亲    才    知    道    他    被    抓    到    警    察    厅    里    去    了   。 我    们    心    里    都    很    不    安   , 为    这    位    工    友    着    急   
 局    势    越    来    越    严    峻   , 父    亲    的    工    作    也    越    来    越    紧    张   。 他    的    朋    友    劝    他    离     开    北    京   , 母    亲    也    几    次    劝    他   。 父    亲    坚    决    地    对    母    亲    说   : 不    是    常    对    你    说   
 本    文    作    者    李    星    华   ,  选    作    课    文    时    有    改    动   
 吗   ? 我    是    不    能    轻    易    离    开    北    京    的   。 你    要    知    道    现    在    是    什    么    时    候   , 这    里    的    工    作    多    么    重    要   。 我    哪    能    离    开    呢   ? 母    亲    只    好    不    再    说    什    么    了   
 可    怕    的    一    天    果    然    来    了   。 月    日    的    早    晨   , 妹    妹    换    上    了    新    夹    衣   , 母    亲    带    她    到    儿    童    娱    乐    场    去    散    步    了   。 父    亲    在    里    间    屋    里    写    字   , 我    坐    在    外    间    的    长    木    椅    上    看    报   。 短    短    的    一    段    新    闻    还    没    看    完   , 就    听    见    啪   , 啪   …… 几    声    尖    锐    的    枪    声   , 接    着    是    一    阵    纷    乱    的    喊    叫   
 什    么   ? 爹   ! 我    瞪    着    眼    睛    问    父    亲   
 没    有    什    么   , 不    要    怕   。 星    儿   , 跟    我    到    外    面    看    看    去   
 父    亲    不    慌    不    忙    地    向    外    走    去   。 我    紧    跟    在    他    身    后   , 走    出    院    子   , 暂    时    躲    在    一    间    僻    静    的    小    屋    里   
 一    会    儿   , 外    面    传    来    一    阵    沉    重    的    皮    鞋    声   。 我    的    心    剧    烈    地    跳    动    起    来   , 用    恐    惧    的    眼    光    瞅    了    瞅    父    亲   
 不    要    放    走    一    个   ! 窗    外    响    起    粗    暴    的    吼    声   。 穿    灰    制    服    和    长    筒    皮     靴    的    宪    兵   , 穿    便    衣    的    侦    探   , 穿    黑    制    服    的    警    察   , 一    拥    而    入   , 挤    满    了    这     间    小    屋   。 他    们    像    一    群    魔    鬼    似    的   , 把    我    们    包    围    起    来   。 他    们    每    人    拿    着    一     支    手    枪   , 枪    口    对    着    父    亲    和    我   。 在    军    警    中    间   , 我    发    现    了    前    几    天    被    捕    的     工    友    阎    振    三   。 他    的    胳    膊    上    拴    着    绳    子   , 被    一    个    肥    胖    的    便    衣    侦    探    拉    着   
 那    个    满    脸    横    肉    的    便    衣    侦    探    指    着    父    亲    问    阎    振    三   : 你    认    识    他    吗   ?  阎    振    三    摇    了    摇    头   。 他    那    披    散    的    长    头    发    中    间    露    出    一    张    苍    白    的    脸   ,  显    然    是    受    过    苦    刑    了   
 哼   ! 你    不    认    识   ? 我    可    认    识    他   。 侦    探    冷    笑    着   , 又    吩    咐    他    手    下    的    那    一    伙   , 看    好   , 别    让    他    自    杀   !
 他    们    仔    细    地    把    父    亲    全    身    搜    了    一    遍   。 父    亲    保    持    着    他    那    惯    有    的    严    峻     态    度   , 没    有    向    他    们    讲    任    何    道    理   。 因    为    他    明    白   , 对    他    们    是    没    有    道    理    可     讲    的   
 残    暴    的    匪    徒    把    父    亲    绑    起    来   , 拖    走    了   。 我    也    被    他    们    带    走    了   。 在    高    高    的    砖    墙    围    起    来    的    警    察    厅    的    院    子    里   , 我    看    见    母    亲    和    妹    妹    也    都    被    带    来    了   。 我    们    被    关    在    女    拘    留    所    里   
 十    几    天    过    去    了   , 我    们    始    终    没    看    见    父    亲   。 有    一    天   , 我    们    正    在    啃     手    里    的    窝    窝    头   , 听    见    警    察    喊    我    们    母    女    的    名    字   , 说    是    提    审   
 在    法    庭    上   , 我    们    跟    父    亲    见    了    面   。 父    亲    仍    旧    穿    着    他    那    件    灰    布    旧    棉     袍   , 可    是    没    戴    眼    镜   。 我    看    到    了    他    那    乱    蓬    蓬    的    长    头    发    下    面    的    平    静    而    慈     祥    的    脸   
 爹   ! 我    忍    不    住    喊    出    声    来   。 母    亲    哭    了   , 妹    妹    也    跟    着    哭    起    来    了   
 不    许    乱    喊   !  法    官    拿    起    惊    堂    木    重    重    地    在    桌    子    上    拍    了    一    下   
 父    亲    瞅    了    瞅    我    们   , 没    有    说    一    句    话   。 他    的    神    情    非    常    安    定   , 非    常    沉    着   。 他    的    心    被    一    种    伟    大    的    力    量    占    据    着   。 这    个    力    量    就    是    他    平    日    对    我    们    讲    的   —— 他    对    于    革    命    事    业    的    信    心   
 这    是    我    的    妻    子   。 他    指    着    母    亲    说   。 接    着    他    又    指    了    一    下    我    和    妹    妹   : 这    是    我    的    两    个    孩    子   
 她    是    你    最    大    的    孩    子    吗   ?  法    官    指    着    我    问    父    亲   
 是    的   , 我    是    最    大    的   。 我    怕    父    亲    说    出    哥    哥    来   , 就    这    样    抢    着    说    了   。 我    不    知    道    当    时    哪    里    来    的    机    智    和    勇    敢   
 不    要    多    嘴   ! 法    官    怒    气    冲    冲    的   , 又    拿    起    他    面    前    那    块    木    板    狠    狠     地    拍    了    几    下   
 父    亲    立    刻    就    会    意    了   , 接    着    说   : 她    是    我    最    大    的    孩    子   。 我    的    妻    子    是    个    乡    下    人   , 我    的    孩    子    年    纪    都    还    小   , 她    们    什    么    也    不    懂   , 一    切    都    跟    她    们    没    有    关    系   。 父    亲    说    完    了    这    段    话   , 又    望    了    望    我    们   
 法    官    命    令    把    我    们    押    下    去   。 我    们    就    这    样    跟    父    亲    见    了    一    面   , 匆    匆    分     别    了   。 想    不    到    这    竟    是    我    们    最    后    一    次    见    面   
 日    黄    昏   , 警    察    叫    我    们    收    拾    行    李    出    拘    留    所   
 我    们    回    到    家    里   , 天    已    经    全    黑    了   。 第    二    天   , 舅    老    爷    到    街    上    去    买    报   。 他    是    哭    着    从    街    上    回    来    的   , 手    里    无    力    地    握    着    一    份    报   。 我    看    到    报    上     用    头    号    字    登    着    李    大    钊    等    昨    已    执    行    绞    刑   , 立    刻    感    到    眼    前    蒙    了    一    团     云    雾   , 昏    倒    在    床    上    了   。 母    亲    伤    心    过    度   , 昏    过    去    三    次   , 每    次    都    是    刚    刚     叫    醒    又    昏    过    去    了   
 过    了    好    半    天   , 母    亲    醒    过    来    了   , 她    低    声    问    我   : 昨    天    是    几    号   ? 记    住   , 昨    天    是    你    爹    被    害    的    日    子   
 我    又    哭    了   , 从    地    上    捡    起    那    张    报    纸   , 咬    紧    牙   , 又    勉    强    看    了    一    遍   ,  低    声    对    母    亲    说   : 妈   , 昨    天    是    月    日   

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