Three thousand Mauser guns

002

When Zhu Sinan and Li Song arrived in Beijing, they caught up with Dongfeng's funeral.

The coffin stopped on the mourning hall, quietly, and everything around was quiet.Zhu Sinan's eyes were pale, and every floating white was like a deadly white silk, strangling his throat and tearing away his reason.

Zhu Sinan was dizzy for a while, and Li Song beside him helped him quickly, dragging him back from the darkness to reality.Subconsciously, he put his hand into the pocket of his coat, groped for something, and then realized that Li Song was beside him, and took his hand out of his pocket stiffly.

"Sinan, if you can't do it, don't force yourself. I'm here for everything." Li Song supported Zhu Sinan's forearm, trying to let him lean on his body, "I'm always here."

Zhu Sinan felt his throat was blocked by something, and after a long time, he said slowly: "A few months ago, Dongfeng said that he wanted to come to Shanghai for Chinese New Year this year. I promised him, but why did he miss the appointment."

The posthumous portrait in the mourning hall is Dongfeng's childish student portrait in the early years. He smiles brightly on it, his eyes are crooked, like the crescent moon outside Zhu Sinan's window last night.Zhu Sinan and Li Song were silent, took off their hats, and bowed three times to Dongfeng's portrait.For the last time, the two of them refused to straighten up for a long time.

"This is the manuscript on Ah Feng's desk." Dongfeng's sister handed the finished manuscript to Zhu Simon and Li Song, "He seems to have expected today, and told me a long time ago that if one day he dies, Just give you these manuscripts. Take these and go, don’t come back.”

"I understand that Ah Feng is doing something. He likes to write, and I don't complain to anyone." Dongfeng's sister finally stroked Dongfeng's words, and the ink of the pen was slightly blurred on the manuscript paper. "He always said that he likes the two Whether it is a person or an article, sir."

"I don't complain, but my heart still hurts. In the past few days, I have always wondered, if I had been firmer and sent Afeng out and refused to let him come back, would he not have come to where he is today?"

Zhu Sinan didn't know what to say to comfort her, but he just remembered a telegram urging him to go back.Si Bei said that his father was very angry because he returned home without authorization, and his mother also fell seriously ill.He forcibly suppressed all kinds of worries in his heart, and wrote back, saying that since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety have not been met in the undeveloped family and country, please forgive the child's selfishness.

"I'm sorry about Dongfeng." Zhu Sinan took the manuscript solemnly, "But his sacrifice will not be in vain."

"I was wrong," Li Song said to Siman Zhu after coming out of the funeral, "Dongfeng is still so young, he shouldn't be. If he was only asked to translate some western works and introduce new ideas, he wouldn't have left. to today."

"Song, we were all wrong." Zhu Sinan took out an opened letter from Dongfeng's pile of manuscripts, and the letter was full of threats written in blood-red pen, "Dongfeng has always been the pillar of the newspaper. I know it all, so the newspaper always gives him a big column. His articles are radical, his writing is vicious, but his thinking is quick. Every time a new trend appears, he has been able to see the essence through the phenomenon and find out the mistakes."

"That's it. He is bound to offend a group of people who can't see other voices. You have also read "Why Save Our Country", and you think what he said is quite reasonable. It is really in line with the path of democracy and republic. Is it the current state of the country?"

There are many posthumous works of Dongfeng, Zhu Sinan sat in the car and slowly flipped through them.He seems to have seen countless dark nights, Dongfeng writes weeping articles with his life under the little light in front of the table.

Every word, every sentence, Zhu Sinan can see his desire, his desire to have a healthy and strong country, and his desire to wake up a group of sleeping people.He sang praises to those who gave their blood and lives to revolution after generation, saying that the darkness is far away, and he lit a torch with his death to illuminate the past and future for future generations.

He is singing the praises of this vicissitudes but great nation, a damaged but tenacious land.

Soon he turned to the last page of the manuscript.

It is Dongfeng's suicide note.

Mr. Zhu, if someone has to sacrifice his life to change the times, I don't mind that person is me, or I hope that person is me.

If you can wake someone up, wake someone up.One more person means more power, and more power means more hope of success.I always firmly believe that the power of words is no less than foreign guns and cannons on the battlefield.Guns killed my body, words awakened the souls of a group of people.

I hope you and Mr. Li are safe and continue to fight for the unfinished revolutionary cause.

"For the unfinished revolutionary cause..."

Li Song looked at Zhu Sinan and muttered softly, with a bad premonition in his heart.

"Song, I want to use the name of Dongfeng to publish all these manuscripts." Zhu Sinan's eyes were slightly red, "The spirit of Dongfeng will never be annihilated. Take the flag and erect a monument that will never collapse."

"Do you really know what you are doing?" Li Song clenched his fists and clenched his teeth.

"I know." Zhu Sinan curled up under the heavy clothes, buried his face in the fur collar, and only half of his face was exposed, "For the rise of China, for the unfinished revolutionary cause, I will fight all my life, even if I am physically Dead soul disappears."

it's too cold.Zhu Sinan thought secretly.He was wearing many layers of clothes, but he still felt bitingly cold.

He has always disliked Beijing, for no reason other than the fact that the winter in Beijing is terribly cold.The bitter wind was mixed with snow like goose feathers, and at some point it would be blown into the neck along the gap of the neckline, making people shiver with cold.

Along the way, the branches were bare, covered with a layer of something that looked like snow but not snow, or ice that was not ice, lifeless.

Li Song knew that Zhu Sinan was afraid of the cold, so he covered him with the blanket that had been prepared in the car.

"Yes, even if the body dies and the soul disappears."