The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

In summer, the entire Red Star Factory was steaming in the heat, as if it was put into a huge steamer.

Cicadas chirped tirelessly on the tall poplar trees, as if providing an accompaniment to this sultry evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on every corner of the factory, covering the old factory buildings and equipment with a layer of golden gauze, but it could not dispel the heat in the air.

Old Zhang, a fitter, was carrying a bamboo stool that had been polished to a shine. On the stool were still some scraps of newspaper pasted there last year, and the ink words had been worn down to the point of being rough.

When passing by the propaganda column, I caught a glimpse of the newly posted slogan "Secrecy means ensuring production, confidentiality means ensuring safety". The paste had not yet dried and the corners were curled up like the fried cakes in the factory canteen.

Next to it, there was a larger slogan, or notice, which stated the film that would be screened in the factory's material yard tonight.

"The Chimes of Red Stone" filmed by Beijing Film Studio.

"The Female Pilot" filmed by Beijing Film Studio.

There is also a classic red movie, "The Battle of South and North".

The Propaganda Department screened three movies in a row, two of which were released this year, and this move received unanimous praise.

Hundreds of people had gathered on the open space of the material yard, and the weeds growing out of the cracks in the concrete floor were being trampled all over the place.

Watching a movie is a rare entertainment activity, not to mention that it is free and there is no need to go to the cinema and buy tickets, which is very attractive to employees.

Especially those young people who are in a relationship, they regard this as a rare date opportunity. Their faces are filled with expectant smiles. After finishing dinner in the cafeteria, they carry low stools and long strips of light to grab a good seat in advance.

The young girls tied their long braids with red hairbands, starched the collars of their flowered shirts, and pretended to move casually to where there were more male workers. Young men in summer wore very little, and the muscular lines on their arms and their tough faces could sometimes look better to female comrades than in the movies.

The workers in the machine repair class deliberately put their canvas work clothes on their shoulders, revealing their tanned arms, which made the female workers in the third workshop opposite cover their mouths and laugh.

In the corner, a few young couples in love were leaning against a rusty iron frame. The tea in the enamel pot was steaming, mixed with the sweet fragrance of jasmine flowers, floating in the twilight.

As the sky gradually darkened, the open space in the stockpile yard was gradually filled with workers watching the movie. The chattering crowd began to quiet down, and everyone's eyes were focused on the white screen.

When the beam of the projector suddenly pierced the gathering dusk, sparse applause broke out in the venue.

Just when everyone was looking forward to the movie starting, they found that this movie was different from previous ones.

When the light spots were projected onto the snow-white curtain, the applause stopped abruptly as if someone was strangling the neck - the camera first showed a shaking iron fence, the rust glowing dark red in the sunset, and then a woman in blue cloth work clothes appeared.

Her hair was cut short and the second button of her work clothes had fallen off, revealing her pale collarbone. It was Qin Huairu from the sewing workshop.

The photographic equipment mounted on the tripod is incredibly steady, and the focal length makes the portrait very clear, exuding a sense of professionalism.

Her eyes were filled with regret and fear. There was no shaking in the picture, but it was obvious that she was in deep fear.

Warning documentary, confession of "Female workers controlled by money"

Qin Huairu's image appeared briefly and was then replaced by a line of large characters, just like the title of a movie.

The employees were stunned for a moment, and their original expectation was instantly replaced by confusion and shock.

There was silence in the crowd at first, and then whispers broke out.

Aunt Chen from the first workshop slapped her thigh and asked loudly, "Isn't this Qin Huairu? Why, why is she in the movie?"

Not only was she shocked, her words also attracted the attention of the people around her. Everyone started whispering and discussing Qin Huairu.

In fact, not only she recognized it, but everyone in the workshop who came to watch the movie recognized it. The female workers in the sewing workshop who were looking for a partner also looked at the screen, each of them dumbfounded.

"Stop arguing. The incident involving Qin Huairu has been filmed into a warning film by the relevant departments. You must watch this before watching the movie. This is what the factory director said. He wants everyone to know how serious the consequences of being a traitor are~!"

The head of the Propaganda Department attached great importance to the broadcast of the confession, which had a great deterrent effect. Before the crowd discussed it, he stood up and explained the situation.

"Clatter, clatter~!" The camera moves closer and farther, and the first thing that appears on the screen is a pair of sturdy shackles. Just by looking at the iron chain in the middle, you can tell that it is definitely not light.

The iron chain dragged on the ground, making a crisp sound. As the focus was adjusted, Qin Huairu, handcuffed and shackled, walking on the terrazzo floor was completely captured.

Even though there was no one behind her, she still subconsciously felt a little frightened, as if the path she was walking on in this influence was a road of no return.

On the screen, Qin Huairu's lifeless eyes gradually became clearer, and the sound of conversation began to appear.

"...I work hard, work hard, come home to wash clothes, cook, but the child is hungry, he wants to eat meat, I feel bad...!"

Before she finished her words, there was a loud noise from the back row. It turned out that Old Li from the forging workshop kicked over a stool.

"Fuck you, you are shameless. I really feel bad for you. Don't do this kind of thing. If you get caught, you will use the child as an excuse. How shameless!"

His face was filled with anger, his eyes were red, and he cursed loudly. Even though he was a man in his fifties, he was still very strong when he cursed. However, people of their age, because they have experienced war, hate traitors even more.

Although he was not in the same workshop, his eyes were red at this moment, and he looked disappointed and angry, and he couldn't help spitting on the ground.

The Red Star Factory was built by their generation and gradually became what it is today. It is truly unacceptable that its reputation has been ruined by such a woman.

Lao Li's curses mixed with the roar of a distant train startled the sparrows on the locust tree and broke the brief silence at the scene.

The dusk deepened, the sky looked like a crumpled blue cloth, and the stars had not yet had time to light up.

In the beam of the projector, countless dust particles were dancing wildly, like the cotton wool that could never be swept clean in a workshop, as if adding a touch of sad atmosphere to this sudden confession.

The movie was still being shown inside the screen, and outside the screen, the hands waving palm-leaf fans gradually stopped. At this time, everyone's hearts were filled with complicated emotions.

Some people began to quietly pack up their stools and prepare to leave.

There wasn't much expression on their faces, but their movements seemed a little heavy, as if there was a huge rock pressing on their hearts, and they didn't want to watch the movie anymore.

Some people cursed in a low voice, their tone full of dissatisfaction and disappointment with Qin Huairu. They felt that she had betrayed the factory's trust and brought shame to everyone.

More people just sat quietly, staring at the trembling figure on the screen, their eyes full of confusion and helplessness, as if they were watching an absurd silent film, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.

Someone coughed, breaking the suffocating silence.

Master Jia took out his pipe and started smoking it. The flame flickered in the twilight, just like his complicated mood at the moment.

He looked at Qin Huairu on the screen and thought of the years he had worked in the factory. The factory was like a big family and everyone worked together for production. He didn't expect that such a thing would happen and be made into a movie.

On the roof of the auditorium in the distance, a faded red flag fluttered in the wind, and the corner of the flag passed over the rusty five-pointed star factory emblem, as if an era was sighing softly, and as if feeling sad for Qin Huairu's actions.

There are also some young workers who have just joined the factory and do not have such deep feelings for the factory yet.

At this moment, they were more confused and bewildered. They didn't know why such a thing happened in the factory, nor did they know what the factory would become in the future.

They discussed in low voices, their eyes revealing their worries about the future.

As Qin Huairu's confession finished playing, the scene fell into silence.

No one spoke, and no one left. Everyone just sat there quietly, as if they had not yet recovered from the shock that had just occurred.

It took a long time for the projectionist to react and start playing the originally planned movie.

However, the scene just now has left a deep impression on everyone, and the content of the movie seems to be less attractive. Everyone's mind is still on Qin Huairu's confession.

That summer night, in the stockyard of the Red Star Factory, such a special documentary made all the employees feel very complicated. They witnessed the fall and repentance of a colleague, and also felt the hardship of life and the complexity of human nature in that special era.

As time goes by, this incident may be gradually forgotten by everyone, but in this special summer, it has become a common memory of the employees of the Red Star Factory and will remain in their hearts forever. (End of this chapter)