Three thousand Mauser guns

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In the fourth year of the Republic of China, the "Youth Magazine" was founded, and the New Culture Movement kicked off. The fire of learning started from economics, passed through politics, and burned all the way to ideology and culture.New ideas rushed into the country, and intellectuals held high the two banners of "democracy" and "science" with unprecedented momentum.

In the same year, Zhu Sinan, who had studied abroad, was inspired by his youth classmate Li Song to return to China, and the two devoted themselves to the cause of literary creation together.

"Mr. Zhu, I have your telegram."

Zhu Sinan put down the pen in his hand, and surrounded by sorrowful clouds, he showed a distressed expression.He frowned slightly, and hesitated in his seat for a long time until he attracted the attention of the neighbor Li Song.

"Does it taste bitter?" Li Song threw a piece of halva on the table to Simon Zhu, and slowly peeled off another piece of candy wrapper on his seat: "The family urged you to go back again?"

"Probably so." Zhu Sinan stuffed the crispy candy into his mouth, and said, "This time the telegrams have reached the newspaper office. It's a waste of money."

Li Song smiled lightly: "Yes, one letter a week, Mr. Zhu really has a big family and a big business."

"They want me to go back to continue my studies and stay there in the end. Because they feel that the country is not peaceful these days." Zhu Sinan felt the sugar in his mouth melt on the tip of his tongue, and the bitterness gradually dissipated, "But I have learned a lot. , isn’t it just to serve my country one day?”

The safety of one person is not enough, it is the safety of tens of thousands of people.

"Of course I know you, otherwise you wouldn't come back just because of my few words." Li Song put a stack of handwritten manuscripts with neat handwriting and binding on the table.The title of the article lay prominently on the first vertical line of the first page. Li Song raised his hand and knocked on the position where the title was located. paler.Zhu Sinan followed the direction of Li Song's finger and saw the topic clearly. "A more difficult matter, have you read Dongfeng's new manuscript?"

"How to Save My Country"

"Not only that, but he has another one." Li Song also turned out the manuscript that was pressed down below.

"Using Doctrine Is Right or Wrong"

"Both articles were written critically. The words were violent, and there was nothing in the pen. He has always been too radical. These two articles are different from the previous ones he sent. They are especially intense. I was afraid that something would happen, so I blocked them. gone."

Zhu Sinan took over two articles from Li Song and put them together for comparison: "The writing is quite good, well-founded. Dongfeng is too young, and it is understandable that the writing is too aggressive and aggressive. Wait for someday. Go to Beijing to do business, talk to him, the world is unstable and human life is worthless, he needs to think more about himself."

Dongfeng's vigor was something that Zhu Sinan didn't have.When he was young, he traveled across the oceans to study. When the country was weak, he was angered by many foreigners, and his youthful vigor had long since been worn away.Being able to know Dongfeng now is like giving back the part he lost.So every time I read Dongfeng's article, I wish Sinan could always find the blood that belonged to him when he was a teenager.

He read the second manuscript over and over with great interest.

The focus of this article "Using Doctrine Is Right or Wrong" is whether or not to fully absorb Western thought.Dongfeng believes that although Western culture has its merits, it should not completely abandon its own culture.If a country does not even want its own culture, it will lose its national soul.

"If he writes more intensely, I think he's going to scold people." Zhu Sinan pointed to a paragraph in the article and said to Li Song, "Did you teach him this, and it's not a gentleman to use it as a doctrine. Westernization is not a wise move, and the two go hand in hand, and it is suspected that this person has gone too far. He almost scolded him directly."

Li Song shrugged helplessly, and said: "Dongfeng is good and doesn't learn. I just mentioned this casually in the letter. I really don't agree with him writing like this."

When he said this, Li Song looked at Simon Zhu sincerely.Zhu Sinan also looked back at him with an expression of "Is that so?"It only took a short while, and he himself was a little dizzy.

There is no other reason, but because Li Song gave birth to a pair of iconic red phoenix eyes, and some watery eyes with peach blossoms, which are very attractive.Contrary to the mild-looking Zhu Sinan, Li Song has a typical northerner appearance.His facial features are like a bowl of strong wine that has just been filled, or like the cold ice and snow in the northern winter, they open and close, and his thick bones make his edges and corners properly defined.Coupled with such a pair of eyebrows and eyes, it gives birth to a different style.

"Mr. Zhu," Zhu Sinan looked away from his flushed face, and wanted to make fun of Li Song to gain an advantage.Suddenly, a young boy in an unfit British suit ran up from downstairs of the newspaper office.Panting, looking pale, flustered. "Your telegram. I'll copy it for you, since you won't get it down. Something serious has happened, sir."

Zhu Sinan accepted the telegram, his face darkened for a moment, and then fell silent.At first, his eyes went dark, and he almost fell down.For a few minutes, Zhu felt that he had lost the ability to think.

"Song, Dongfeng is dead."

The author has something to say:

From conception to formation of this article, I thought about it for a long time, searched a lot of information, and finally got what it is now.

Adhering to a serious attitude, this article will not support the excessive pursuit of sweet love. What I hope is that everyone can see the persistence of people in that era.

When writing this article, I am very heavy, and I may not touch similar subjects for a long time in the future.But it is precisely because of the perseverance of the predecessors in the dark that we have the beautiful life we ​​have today.

I will always love my motherland, the land under my feet, forever!forever!forever!