[Lou Cheng] 24 solar terms

He turned around, his pale face illuminated by occasional flashes of lightning.

Ivan in the next bed was still snoring loudly and softly, murmuring a few words in his sleep from time to time, other than that, the room was very quiet and there was no other sound.

Mingcheng sat for a while, then slowly raised his hand to wipe his forehead, which was wet and covered in cold sweat.

He calmed down and found that he was no longer sleepy, so he simply got out of bed and changed into dry clothes, sat at the desk and hesitated for a while, looked back at the sleeping Ivan, and finally did not turn on the light.

There was an open notebook on the table, covered with pieces of tofu, which Mingcheng carefully cut out from the newspaper one by one, and pasted them one by one.Mingcheng has read every report, every newsletter, and every editorial over and over again, and has read it many times.

Even though the room is too dark to read clearly, Mingcheng can accurately recite every word printed on it when he touches each piece.

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Sudden changes in the situation in North China

Japanese bombardment of Wanping County

There were many casualties in the two conflicts, and the sound of gunfire was heard at night

The confrontation between the two sides, China and Japan actually asked our troops to retreat

Our garrison resolutely expresses its willingness to live and die with Lugou Bridge

Martial law in Pingjin, Qin Dechun and others discussed how to deal with it until late at night

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The Japanese army fired more than [-] shots at Lugouqiao Wanping County since [-]:[-] this morning. Peaceful solution, entering a state of truce, asking our troops stationed at Lugouqiao to retreat, our side strictly refused, until [-]:[-], the peace broke down, ([-]th special message)

("Japanese Army Bombards Wanping County")

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"In the second general attack that started on the afternoon of the 230th, the Japanese army still failed to succeed, and instead suffered greater losses than the first battle. The casualties in the two battles amounted to 150, while our army suffered more than 29 casualties. In this war against the enemy, the [-]th Army was so tragic and passionate that words cannot describe it.”

(Fang Dazeng's "Marco Polo Bridge Anti-Japanese War")

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Mingcheng read it silently in his heart over and over again, feeling the anger and loneliness in his chest was about to flow out of his fingertips.He thought of the map of China he drew when he was young. The mountains and rivers are vast, the wilderness is fertile, and the territory is vast. It is so beautiful, but it has been divided into fragments by the swords and guns of the great powers. Now, there is another piece that needs to be drawn with a red pen. Areas with thick lines.

What is red is not pen and ink, but the blood of the hometown, the tears of the mountains and rivers, and the humiliation that will never be forgotten under the witness of the blue sky and white sun.

Mingcheng closed his eyes, raised his head and took a deep breath.

Those strong emotions that were almost overflowing at the fingertips were slowly pushed back to the bottom of his heart by him.

There was a strange calmness on his face, and when he opened his eyes again, the fundus of his eyes was also calm and dark, without any emotion or light.

This should be the last time I lose control in front of people.Mingcheng thought quietly.From the moment you set foot on this road, through the gates of this school, losing your mind means being in danger.

He slowly closed the notebook, crossing his fingers on the table, his eyes vacantly falling into the darkness in front of him, and he just sat there so calmly, with the wind and rain outside the window, lightning and thunder, he remained as motionless as a mountain.

The hour hand turned around a little bit, pointed to five with difficulty, and made a soft "beep".

Ivan got up from the bed sleepily, grabbed his disheveled hair and picked up the toiletries. When he passed by the door, he suddenly saw him. He was startled, and all sleepiness disappeared immediately: "Sincere! You are so early in the morning. What are you doing sitting here! Didn’t you sleep last night?” As if remembering something, he glanced at his bed guiltily, and asked Mingcheng cautiously: “I... I snored again last night? Hehe... Don't be surprised...you know me too...that..."

Mingcheng said: "No." He turned his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his smile was as gentle and calm as before, "I had a dream last night, it was a very interesting story, I think it would be a pity not to write it down." He said Picking up the notebook on the table, he waved it in front of Ivan, "The plot is quite rich, it took me two hours to finish it, do you want to listen to it?"

Ivan waved his hands again and again: "Don't, don't, last time you told me the history of perfume development for one night, you were so excited that I almost fell asleep listening to it. We must not like the same things Yes, let’s forget about it.” He looked at the notebook with fear, thinking to himself, it’s better to keep a respectful distance from such things in the future.

At the end of the month, Mingcheng received a letter from Minglou as usual.

This time the letter was obviously thicker than every time before, and it felt heavy in my hand.Mingcheng opened the seal, first poured out a sheet-shaped object, and carefully wrapped it with a piece of paper. It was so tightly wrapped that it couldn't be seen from the outside.He held it in his hand, looked at it, put it aside, and went to read the letter first.

The words and sentences in the letter are very ordinary. At the beginning, I still say hello to him, concerned about how he is eating, how he is sleeping, whether he is not feeling well, and then ask him what books he has read. It may be difficult for him in his studies. At the office, after asking a page, I started to write about my recent situation.

Ming Lou is actually a person who doesn’t like to write about these things, because his life is too regular, every day besides daily life, he is teaching students, he is not the kind of professor who can get along with students, and after he is single, he seldom spends time with his classmates. There is communication outside of the classroom.As for the little things in life?Mingcheng can only say that smashing pots, throwing bowls and overcooking ingredients can still be written as an interesting story once or twice. If he writes too much, he will only care about the money wasted by the great professor.

The mission situation and information exchange must not be conveyed on this kind of letter paper, so the correspondence between the two brothers only consisted of exchanging reading experience.When they were still in Shanghai, they would sit head to shoulder in the same study room when they were free, read a page together, write down their understanding and impressions, and read them in exchange.Mingtai also tried to participate, but the young master couldn't sit still since he was a child, and he thought that what they read was too profound and boring, so he dropped his pen and went out to play after a while, but Mingcheng persisted and was happy. in it.

But at that time, although Minglou occasionally marveled at Mingcheng's new viewpoints and ideas, most of the time, Mr. Ming was still in the leading position. Every time Mingcheng finished writing a paragraph, Minglou would carefully point out some of his seriousness. Know the deviation, and guide him to dig deeper.But now, through the tip of the pen, through the words, through mountains and rivers, their thoughts have completed fierce collisions on the letter paper again and again. Perhaps no one can convince the other, and perhaps they will end up the same way in the end, but no matter what, these are two. They are mature and independent individuals with their own clear and firm thinking systems and logical ways. Every debate is equal and gentle, but they are all so hearty.

Mingcheng smiled slightly, and turned to the next page.

"...let us imagine a cavernous basement, with a long passage leading out, allowing light to enter from a path as wide as the cavern[1]..."

Mingcheng was taken aback for a moment, pressed his palm on the letter paper and thought about it, and was very sure that this paragraph was not the one he copied and sent on the letter paper last time. Minglou has always treated his letters carefully, and he should never make such an obvious mistake. It's wrong.

He looked down again.

The part of Minglou’s transcription cut off Glaucon’s answer, and the truncated place happened to be Socrates’ question-would people who have walked out of the cave and seen the sun be willing to go back to the dark underground again?Will his blurry vision get used to the dim conditions in the cave?Will those underground people who are always imprisoned laugh at him, alienate him or even kill him?

The tip of the pen made a heavy mark at the end.

Mingcheng read it slowly, read it once, then went back and read it again.He felt as if he was standing at the door of the cave. Outside the cave, it was bright and warm. Looking back at the basement, there were only a group of prisoners who could not move or turn their heads, a low wall blocking the entrance of the cave, and a bush. Flickering fire.Depressed, chaotic, and dark, it can't keep up with one ten-thousandth of the world outside the cave.

And he is faced with a choice, whether to stay outside the cave and live in paradise from now on, or return to the ground after witnessing the light, trying to convey all this to the group of underground prisoners who are destined not to believe what he said.

Mingcheng thought, this is a choice that must be heavy, but it is not difficult.

Because Socrates, or rather Plato, had answered for him many years ago.

He began to copy that paragraph of text on the blank letter paper as a response to the letter from Minglou.

"...you are better and more fully educated than others, and have a greater ability to participate in both lives. Therefore each of you must go down to live with the others during your rotation, and get used to seeing blurred images[1]... ..."

Every time he wrote a word, the vague thought in Mingcheng's heart gradually became clearer, and he understood that Minglou would not send such a text for no reason to test his thoughts.Whether as a cobra or as a poisonous snake, Minglou has been dormant in Paris for a long time. With such a convenient status, it is obviously too wasteful to only be a member of an action team abroad. Then think of the major events that happened in China a few days ago. , it is not difficult to guess that the organizations on both sides should want him to move his position and play a more important role.

Mingcheng felt a little displeased, he didn't mind Minglou's temptation, but he didn't like that even at this point, Minglou still didn't give up keeping him out of the storm, and