When the Red Guards burst into our home, I was truly terrified. The two of us, Grandpa and Grandson, were immediately tied up and locked in the cowshed. That night, the village held a public trial meeting, and Grandpa and I were tied up in the village auditorium, subjected to the people's denunciation!

The public trial lasted until midnight before it ended. We were then locked back in the damp and foul-smelling cowshed, waiting for the next day's public humiliation parade.

We had no water to drink and no food to eat the entire day. In the middle of the night, the Village Secretary secretly came to the cowshed to see us and brought a few steamed buns.

Grandpa begged the Secretary to save me, saying I was just a child.

The Secretary looked very troubled. Indeed, at that time, everyone was desperate to avoid any association with us. Who would dare to protect people like us, considered such malignant tumors? Wouldn't that be courting death?

Later, Grandpa knelt in front of the Secretary and pleaded for a long time. Finally, the Secretary agreed!

The next day, Grandpa was tied up and paraded through the town, while I was spared by the Secretary, who risked his own life to protect me. The Old Secretary was a veteran Red Army soldier, an old revolutionary, his body covered in gunshot wounds. He managed to keep me safe.

And so, Grandpa became the typical "monster and demon," tied up and paraded through every village during the day, cursed and beaten by the people, and dragged to the auditorium for denunciation at night, only to be thrown back into the stinking cowshed at midnight.

At that time, I cried myself to sleep every day, guarding the empty, ransacked house. Even now, thinking back, I still feel pitiful.

I went to beg the villagers, asking them to spare my Grandpa, but those who had benefited from Grandpa's kindness in the past were completely unmoved.

In the middle of the night, I would also secretly bring food and water to Grandpa. Every time we met, we would hug each other and weep bitterly.

After more than half a month of this torment, Grandpa had long lost his former proud and carefree demeanor. His whole body was covered in wounds, he had lost a lot of weight, and he looked utterly haggard.

One night, as usual, I sneaked to the cowshed to bring him food. Grandpa told me gravely that he might not survive this disaster. Then he took out an ancient book and handed it to me, telling me to keep it safe and study it diligently.

Hearing this felt like he was making final arrangements, which frightened me terribly. I cried and said I would save him, but Grandpa told me to do nothing. If the fate between Grandpa and Grandson was not yet over, there would be a chance to meet again.

After that, he told me that he had foreseen a great disaster would soon befall the village, and he was very worried that the village would try to rebuild the road. He told me to do my best to stop them from repairing the road.

I said, "They all want us dead. Things have come to this, so why should we care about their lives?"

In my heart, I truly hated those villagers. In the past, Grandpa had helped many of them, and some even owed their lives to him. But now, when disaster struck Grandpa, not only did they not lend a hand, they even became the main force in denouncing him.

But Grandpa sighed and said, "This is fate. He doesn't blame anyone. And since I am a person in the yin-yang profession, I naturally cannot stand by and do nothing. I should accumulate more virtue."

Grandpa gave me instructions for a long time. Later, I didn't even know how I got home. The next morning, when I went to the cowshed to bring him food, it was empty—Grandpa was already gone. I hurried to ask the Secretary, and the Village Secretary told me that Grandpa was a typical case in the county and had been taken to the county prison.

After that, I went to the county prison, but I couldn't see him at all. From then on, I was separated from Grandpa, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. And I once again became a lonely person with no one to rely on.

With Grandpa taken to the county prison, I stayed in the county for more than ten days. In the end, penniless, I had no choice but to return to the village.

But as soon as I got back, I happened to catch the village holding a meeting. I thought maybe they were going to denounce someone again, so I went near the village auditorium to listen, only to find out that this time the meeting was actually about discussing road construction.

When I heard that the village was going to rebuild the road, I was startled. You have to know, there are those head marker signs there that even Grandpa didn't want to mess with. If they really went ahead with the roadwork, something was bound to happen! It seemed Grandpa's previous worries were not unfounded—the village really was heading for disaster.

At that moment, I rushed into the auditorium, grabbed the Old Secretary, and said to him, "Secretary, are you planning to repair the road at the village entrance?"

Because the Secretary had saved me from the Red Guards before, I still felt grateful to him.

When the Old Secretary saw it was me, he was stunned and didn't answer. Instead, he asked if I had seen Grandpa in the county. The Old Secretary cared about me, which moved me, and I shook my head helplessly, saying I hadn't seen him. The Old Secretary sighed after hearing this, looking quite sympathetic and sad.

At that moment, I had no time for sentimentality and urgently asked if the village was really going to repair the road.

The Secretary nodded and said, "Yes, we're planning to continue the roadwork. Everyone is gathered here to discuss it!"

Hearing this, I immediately said anxiously, "You can't repair it! This road must not be fixed! Otherwise, a great disaster will happen!"

Because I was so anxious, my voice was quite loud. Everyone in the auditorium heard me, and all eyes turned to me.

As soon as I finished speaking, a cold shout suddenly came from the stage: "Who the hell is making trouble here! The road out of the village is only missing that last stretch at the entrance—how can we just give up now?"