Three thousand Mauser guns

004

May [-]th.

Affected by the international situation, student movements were carried out on a large scale.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Hearing the news about the student movement, Zhu Sinan stopped writing articles, threw his pen away and was eager to try, but before he reached the place, he was forcibly escorted back to the apartment by Li Song.

"Are you crazy?" Li Song only felt a blue vein throbbing on his forehead, "Do you know how chaotic the streets are now? Why are you going up there to join in the fun!"

Zhu Sinan struggled to pull his wrist out of Li Song's huge strength, he turned around, and the skin around him began to turn red: "Song, I'm going."

"The arrest of student movement participants has already begun on the street." Li Song pushed back the slightly long back of his coat, and sat on the bed behind Zhu Sinan's chair.The soft mattress sank a bit. "I don't agree with you going."

"What the hell are you afraid of, shrinking your hands and feet, looking forward and backward!" Zhu Sinan stood up from his chair excitedly, "Didn't you see how they treated us at the peace meeting?! They want to accept the humiliating treaty! Traitor Seeking glory! The family is no longer a family, and the country is no longer a country!"

Li Song sat on the bed, folded his arms, and looked up at Zhu Sinan in a defensive posture.Neither of them spoke for a while, and the atmosphere was already tense.Zhu Sinan's heart was beating rapidly, hitting his ribs, and was about to break through his chest.There was no expression on Li Song's face, but he gritted his teeth, only his thin lips trembled slightly.

"You ask me what I'm afraid of?" Li Song took out an urgent telegram from the inner pocket of his suit, trembling when he spoke, "Look! I'm afraid that one day you will go in, and I have no choice but no ability Get you out! Just lose you like that!"

Li Song slammed a telegram that had been rubbed into shape on the table, and Zhu Sinan looked at it as if he could look at the out-of-control person through time.He didn't dare to touch it, but he had to touch it, trembling, but couldn't tear it apart.

Bei has been imprisoned, and there is no perfect plan to save him.South, leave Beijing, live on.

Zhu Sinan felt a stabbing pain in his cranial cavity at first, then humming, and then fell into a deep pool, knowing nothing.

When he regained consciousness, he heard Li Song lose his temper.

Li Song rarely lost his temper, at least Zhu Sinan rarely saw him.During the many years that Zhu Sinan knew him, Li Song always restrained his emotions.

"Sheng Lin, you'd better speak clearly."

Meng Shenglin, Zhu Sinan and Zhu Sibei are old acquaintances. When they were young, they grew up crawling and rolling in the mud together with a long braid.Later, he went abroad with Zhu Sinan and studied medicine, while Zhu Sibei stayed in the domestic police department alone.He went to school early and was young, and the two of them were studying abroad. Zhu Sinan would always take care of him more.

When he just returned to China a while ago, Zhu Sinan excitedly introduced Meng Shenglin to Li Song. He originally made an appointment with Zhu Sibei, but he was on a mission at the time and couldn't catch up.Later, Meng Shenglin did something else, and only four of them were gathered together.

"Brother Song, Sinan's health has not been very good. He didn't tell you because he was afraid that you would worry." Meng Shenglin thought about it, put away his harsh words, and gave a more gentle answer, "If you want me to say, You shouldn't have told him about Brother Sibei's accident. He must be more anxious than anyone else about Brother Sibei's accident. I've tried my best to clear up the relationship at hand, but right now I can only say that I try my best to keep him out. One hundred percent sure."

What he knew was more complicated, and he subconsciously hid the truth from Li Song.Meng Shenglin thought that if he wanted to tell the truth about Zhu Sinan's physical condition, he should at least inform him after he woke up.

Zhu Sinan opened his eyes and propped himself up to sit up.Li Song quickly put his pillow behind him, and supported Zhu Sinan to lean on it.

"Thanks for your hard work, Sheng Lin, I'll let you make a fuss." Zhu Sinan's face was a little pale, his lips were slightly blue, "Sibei's condition is very bad, isn't it?"

"At least it's better than your current situation." Meng Shenglin had a worrying temperament, so he couldn't help but say a few more words: "Sinan, stop writing while you're still young, take two more years of rest, and you'll recover."

Zhu Sinan didn't say anything, but just nodded at Meng Shenglin.Meng Shenglin saw that he couldn't persuade Zhu Sinan's iron mind, so he picked up the medicine box and obediently walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

After watching Meng Shenglin go out, Li Song turned to face Zhu Simon.

"you……"

Zhu Sinan laughed "puchi", pretending to be regretful and said: "I made a mistake, I thought I could keep it from you for a while longer."

Li Song secretly had a feeling that Zhu Sinan had hidden something from him.From the moment he came to Beijing, Li Song could clearly feel that Zhu Sinan was starting to work hard when writing manuscripts.Day and night, never stop.He always said, write more, more.

"It's annoying to be in poor health, isn't it?" Zhu Sinan was still smiling, but in Li Song's eyes, it was a bit dazzling. "Don't worry, it won't die so easily."

"When did it happen?" Li Song asked.

Zhu Sinan thought for a while and said tentatively, "Maybe it was at Dongfeng's funeral."

The memory of that day suddenly played back in Li Song's mind. Zhu Sinan was indeed about to faint at that time, and he supported him.He remembered that Zhu Sinan subconsciously took something out of his left hand.

"It may also be when I was in Shanghai. I don't remember exactly. At that time, I took medicine every day, handfuls of it, Chinese medicine mixed with Western medicine."

Li Song also remembered that Zhu Sinan always said that his mouth was bitter, so he often put a few more candies that Zhu Sinan liked to eat in the newspaper, and threw two for him when he had nothing to do.

"It's an old problem, don't delay things, maybe take more rest and rest." Zhu Sinan's voice was a little hoarse, "Sibei is always duplicity. He won't let me do it, and he rushes forward more than anyone else. What's the situation now?"

Li Song handed him the medicine and warm water in his hand: "Meng Shenglin said that before Si Bei went in, he was injured by a gunshot wound, which was a bit serious. The wound dragged on for a long time, and it was infected, so his body temperature was a little high. In the current situation, we should protect him." It was a bit difficult for him to come out, but Meng Shenglin said he tried his best."

"Maybe 'Dongfeng' can do it." Zhu Sinan put the medicine in his hand under his tongue, raised his head and took a sip of water to wash it down.

"You're thinking……"

The sick Zhu Sinan looked fragile and pale, and his voice was soft but loud.

"To what it is today, how many eyes are on them, including the institutions that obey them. I dare say that they are weak externally and tyrannical internally. The violent suppression of the student movement has caused widespread dissatisfaction. The time when they detained students and related personnel The longer it goes on, the more dissatisfaction will accumulate, and eventually it will evolve into the next large-scale outbreak."

"I can try to incite the trend of the topic, arouse public opinion, and put pressure on them so that they have to release the detained person."

While talking, he took out a pen and paper from under the pillow, and started to write his ideas.Li Song consciously chose not to disturb him, and picked out an English book at random to read.As Zhu Sinan wrote, he didn't know where his thoughts went.

He looked up at Li Song who was sitting by the bed reading a book, opened his mouth to say something, but thought it was not the right time.

He couldn't bear to let Li Song face such an ending.

There really isn't much time left.

So I hope he will leave it to someone more worthy.

The author has something to say:

This is the second edition of the manuscript, and I have corrected some of it, trying to ensure that this content does not violate the contract and involves certain content.