文革时我在宁夏银川,住在小杂院。5家人。土坯房,黄土院墙。院门是土墙的一个缺口。家家唯一的私有不动产是家门口的砖砌炉子。自觉不串门,那时提倡告密,深恐无事生非。有事门前喊一声,出来在炉台边说几句。一天傍晚,对门那位理发师傅对我说,这几天院门口还有巷口,有人东张西望,夜里也有人。他好心提醒我。我看见他一直站在家门口等我露面。平日我们只是见面点头,未说过话。他在院子里最 During the Cultural Revolution, I was in Yinchuan, Ningxia, and lived in a small compound. 5 family. Adobe houses, loess walls. Courtyard gate is a gap in the wall. The only private property in every house is the brick oven at the gate. Conscious not to stop the door, then promote the report, fear nothing. Something shouted in front of them, came out in the furnace edge to say a few words. One evening in the evening, the barber told me that there was an alley at the entrance to the courtyard in the morning. Someone looked around and there were people at night. He kindly reminded me. I saw him standing at my door waiting for me to appear. We just nodded on weekdays, did not say anything. He is the most in the yard