Chapter 4 Chapter Four Drives Zhang Tuan into Beijing, and the Little Mule Carriage Out of the City

On September 16th, it rained in Tianjin. The small brick building where the Tianjin Federation of Students is located has been covered by the drizzle of early autumn since early morning.Deng Yingchao waited anxiously on the brick building.Together with twenty companions, she has been waiting for a central figure to come upstairs. The footsteps that Deng Yingchao was looking forward to finally rang on the stairs, but Zhou Enlai was not alone, he brought a group of people, seven or eight, men and women, all short, with high cheekbones and dark skin. As soon as Zhou Enlai pushed through the door, he said to the 20 young comrades gathered inside the door: "I brought a few classmates from the south. Those from Guangdong are all from the Anarchism Study Association."

Deng Yingchao and Liu Qingyang said together, "Welcome." Let's applaud together.Most of those who applauded were female students, in white clothes and black skirts, with flushed faces, like blossoming flowers.Deng Yingchao was busy moving the chairs and calling everyone to sit down. Zhou Enlai suddenly said: "Why are you sitting here? Students, why don't we go outside the building?" Liu Qingyang was surprised, and said, "It's raining outside!" Liu Qingyang graduated from Zhili Women's Teacher, and she always speaks quickly. Zhou Enlai said: "Aren't we forming an association today? The purpose of forming an association is to join hands with each other and stand in the same boat through thick and thin. The society of enlightenment is the boat of enlightenment. Once the boat is built, how can we do it without wind and rain?"

The day when Tianjin students founded the "Awakening Society" was the day when Chen Duxiu was released from prison in Beijing.Of course they didn't know that Mr. Chen was released on this day.On this day, they were only excited by the blood running through their bodies.It is precisely because of the large number of young and passionate people in China that newspapers and social groups related to various socialist ideological trends have sprung up across the country.For China, the time has indeed come. "Does it need to be said?" Zhou Enlai's wind and rain proposal was cheered by Guo Longqi and Zhang Mingming from Zhili's first female teacher, "Let's go to the wind and rain!"

So Deng Yingchao also hurriedly said: "Get out of the building! Get out of the building!" Ten male students from Nankai and other schools also followed the female students downstairs, rushing into the misty autumn rain.Deng Yingchao was so excited that she raised her face and opened her mouth wide, letting Yusi fall directly into her mouth.Liu Qingyang asked her what to eat, and 15-year-old Deng Yingchao said loudly: Oh my God! "Stones from other mountains can be used to make jade. Let's listen to the introduction from our friends in Guangdong, shall we?" Zhou Enlai suggested.

"Good!" The twenty backbone students from Tianjin applauded in the rain, while the eight youths from Guangdong suddenly stood in a row. A male student from Guangdong stepped forward and made an exaggerated gesture, as if making a speech on stage: "A society without government is the most advanced and perfect society for mankind!" A female student from Guangdong followed closely, and it was also an exaggerated gesture: "The world of anarchy is the world that mankind yearns for and desires most!" Another male student said: "A perfect world would have to be thirteen no: no landlords!"

Another male student continued: "No capitalist!" The female student continued: "No leader!" As if giving orders, each of the eight spirited students from the south yelled "No", accompanied by modeling movements, loud and powerful: "No officials!" "No officials!" Representatives!" "No Parents!" "No Army!" "No Prisons!" "No Police!" "No Courts!" "No Laws!" "No Religion!" "No Marriage!" After shouting, the modeling is complete. "I'm sorry, we're going to Beijing, we're leaving!" the eight men and women said together again, and after they finished speaking, they huffed and walked, braving the rain as usual.

Deng Yingchao looked at the backs of this group of people enviously, and said loudly: "Ah, it's amazing!" "It's so exciting!" Liu Qingyang said the same. Ma Jun wiped the rain from his face, and said in a loud voice: "I have read Kropotkin, and the theory of anarchy is really a mysterious theory!" So excited. "Without parents, then we don't even want our parents?" Li Yitao asked suddenly. "If there is no marriage system, then don't get married?" Chen Zhidu, the president of the Tianjin Federation of Students, suddenly laughed.

Deng Yingchao tried to correct: "It's not that I don't get married, but that I don't have the constraints of a family." "Getting married means having a family!" Chen Zhidu said. "Family represents the patriarchal clan. In the future society, no feudal patriarchal clan will be tolerated!" Zhou Enlai sent the Guangdong students away, and hurried back to guide everyone seriously. "Come on, let's start now!" Deng Yingchao asked what was the beginning, and Zhou Enlai said, "Forgot? Today we set up the Consciousness Society, whose purpose is to seek everyone's self-consciousness and self-determination in the spirit of revolution and innovation! Therefore, the first awakening is the last. The basic innovation is to abolish each other's surnames and call each other code names!"

Guo Longzhen said, yes, the lottery has been prepared.So Zhou Enlai opened his pocket and said, "Throw it in!" Fifty or sixty folded paper lots were thrown into Zhou Enlai's wet coat pocket, which immediately swelled to the brim. Zhou Enlai wiped his hands dry, put them into his pockets, and stirred them vigorously back and forth: "Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou Wu, and King Zheng are all feudal symbols! As soon as a life is born, there is no doubt that the ropes of the patriarchal clan will be attached to it. It is undoubtedly sad! We All members of the Juewu Club, as the creators of the new century, must first rebel against tradition and sever history! We will abolish surnames today and call each other by secret code names!"

"Long live!" The male and female students cheered together. Zhou Enlai announced: "Wipe your hands dry and reach in! Everyone touch one!" "I am number twenty-nine!" Ma Jun took out one and shouted as soon as he unfolded it. "I am number thirteen!" Guo Longzhen announced. "I'm number one! I'm number one!" Deng Yingchao shouted suddenly, happily handing the opened lottery to everyone. Zhou Enlai said: "You are right to take number one. Every time you charge into battle, you are at the forefront! Now I will take one. Ah, from now on, please call me number five!"

"No. 5!" Ma Jun shouted. "Here!" Zhou Enlai raised his eyebrows in the rain, standing at attention very standard. Everyone laughed, laughing until the rain trembled. Zhou Enlai looked solemn again, and said: "I have a very noble feeling now." Everyone looked at him and fell silent. Zhou Enlai said: "Today we sacrificed our names and surnames for the cause of doctrine, which is considered a small sacrifice. In the future, we will be prepared to sacrifice our lives for the nation, the country, and the people. I think, for us conscious members In other words, this should be the minimum awareness!" "Enlai, I'm also ready to sacrifice!" Deng Yingchao made the loudest statement. "Call me number five!" "No. 5, No. 1 is ready to sacrifice!" Zhou Enlai: "Everyone has this awareness, and I am very happy on the 5th. Today should be the day we swear our lifelong struggle for the country and the people!" Ma Jun said: "On the 5th, I propose that the first activity of our Awakening Club is to discuss the theory of anarchy." "I don't agree." "Why don't you agree, Enlai?" "Call me number five!" "Why not, Five?" "Have any of you read the fifth volume of the sixth volume of "New Youth" published yesterday? If you have, please raise your hand." "What article was published?" Deng Yingchao was curious. Zhou Enlai introduced that it was Mr. Li Dazhao's article, called "My View on Marxism", and that Li Dazhao was a professor at Peking University with excellent knowledge.Deng Yingchao shook her head and said she hadn't read it, and everyone said they hadn't, so Zhou Enlai said loudly: "I read it, and I read it overnight yesterday. Marx is really a great man. Li Dazhao is also a great man. Today is the founding day of our Consciousness Society. Proposal on the 5th, the first activity after the establishment of this agency is to invite Mr. Li Dazhao to come to Tianjin and introduce Marxism to us.” Deng Yingchao expressed her doubts again: "Then why did you call your anarchist friend today?" "There are so many doctrines today, No. 5 believes that only by comparing and distinguishing can we have the consciousness of our Awakening Society!" Deng Ying stared at Zhou Enlai in the rain for a long time, and suddenly felt that he was very smart, so that she slept in bed with her mother at night and talked about Zhou Enlai with thick eyebrows. "Today I got No. 1," she said to her mother. "I think it must be because of Daddy's spirit. He wants me to be No. 1 in everything!" Mother laughs.Every time her daughter mentions her father, she is happy to hear it.Deng Yingchao has almost never met the father of the "prisoner" who was exiled in Xinjiang. The memory of the three-year-old has faded away like mist.When he was seven years old, his father, Deng Tingzhong, died of a sudden illness in Xifeng. From then on, the child has no impression of his father. However, Yang Zhende just likes his daughter to mention his father. Now Deng Yingchao was referring to another man. "Zhou Enlai is so smart!" she said. The mother watched her daughter's radiant face attentively.Even in dim light, she could see her daughter's face clearly.The daughter said: "Anarchism is good in everything, but it is not good to have no parents. How can we not have parents? Mom, I have lost my father since I was a child. If it weren't for you working hard every day in the dark, how could I study?" ? Mom, are you crying?" "Wen Shu, you have grown up." "Mom, I haven't grown up yet. Zhou Enlai said that a truly mature person is one who understands the way to save the country. In fact, none of us in the Consciousness Society has really awakened. For example, what is Marxism? It can save the country. Our country? What kind of gentleman is Li Dazhao?" What kind of gentleman is Li Dazhao?She not only saw two big beards, but also heard impassioned speeches resounding through the audience with the shaking of the beards.Li Dazhao responded to the invitation to give a speech, and he accepted it very readily.He is very willing to exchange ideas with the students of Tianjin Wei face to face, just as he likes to chat with the students of his own school in the library. Li Dazhao boarded the podium of Nankai School.He smiled and looked at the audience as he walked.He saw the dense young eyes, and he understood what longing is.He has always had this belief that the reason why China has not yet despaired is because there is such an anxious desire of the younger generation in China. The real nectar of longing should be given, and that is what we as professors should do.Li Dazhao held onto the edge of the podium with both hands, thinking so.While he was thinking this way, the applause of the students gradually subsided. Li Dazhao chose an angle of entry. "Students, I have not even started the lecture, but I have received more than 80 pieces of paper from students in the audience. Just now I asked Zhou Enlai to help me calculate and see what the students are concerned about. Now that I have calculated, Thirty-six papers asked what Marxism advocated? Is it applicable to China? Twenty-four papers asked whether Bakunin’s anarchism was the best doctrine in the world? Two notes asked about work-study doctrine, four notes asked about experimentalism, and four notes asked about Guild socialism. To be honest, students, from your questions, I feel that China's hope!" All the eyes were like thin fireflies, gathered together, and Li Dazhao felt the strong light rushing towards his face. "Many of you classmates have read the articles I wrote and know that I advocate Marxism. Just now, before I stepped onto the podium, I saw a portrait of Marx with a beard posted on the podium. At that time, I thought, you Tianjin The students in Nankai must have prepared for me to talk about Marx.” "No, Mr. Li," a young man on the edge of the front row stood up and said loudly, "We don't care about doctrines, we just want to hear good doctrines." "Yes!" Many people echoed. The young man said again: "Marx and Bakunin, although they have Chinese names like Ma and Ba, they are all foreigners, and their doctrine is foreignism. Don't we 400 million Chinese people have to choose to go abroad?" Road, can we get rid of the darkness?" Zhou Enlai, who was sitting in the front row, became visibly disturbed.He felt that the classmate in the front row was a bit impolite. "I'll just follow this classmate's question. I don't speak foreign language now, let's talk about local language first. I'll start with a pair of old cloth shoes." Li Dazhao bent down, took off one of his cloth shoes, lift it up. "I came to Tianjin today with these old homemade shoes. I wore them for three years, and the soles were worn out. I nailed two leather palms on the soles yesterday. When I saw the shoemaker nailing the shoes, While thinking, choosing shoes is very important. If a person wants to walk a good road, he must have a pair of good shoes. With a pair of good shoes that fit his feet, even if he walks a long way, walks at night, or takes dangerous roads, he will feel at ease. Be down-to-earth. I am a little curious at the moment, I want to know, what kind of shoes are the students wearing today? Are they a pair of round-toe cloth shoes like me? If possible, everyone might as well hold up the shoes and show me." There was a commotion in the venue.This proposal is too new. Then, many shoes were lifted up.Then, more shoes were raised. Most of the students raised their shoes.Moreover, most of them are leather shoes, black or brown.What Zhou Enlai held up was a pair of black leather shoes, and there was even a thin gap on the upper edge.What Deng Yingchao held up was a pair of light brown round-toe leather shoes, almost brand new, bought by her mother only last month. Li Dazhao said: "Very good. I have seen all of them. Eighty-nine percent of them are leather shoes. Leather shoes, that is, foreign shoes. China did not produce foreign shoes, and foreign shoes were imported from foreigners. Students, if you think Chinese Absolutely can’t take the foreign road, so why does everyone have to wear foreign shoes?” Many listeners were taken aback. "Good question!" Someone recovered and cheered loudly. Li Dazhao cleared his throat, and continued: "We wear foreign shoes because they are strong and easy to walk. What road do we take? We are in Tianjin, and in China, we must take the Chinese road. From this we can see that wearing foreign shoes , we can still take the Chinese road. Then, should we make such a determination to forge a foreign road on China’s dirt road? In my opinion, we should make this determination. The foreign road of Marxism, what do you think? Is it flat? It’s not flat, it’s not flat, it’s not full of flowers. This foreign road, to put it more clearly, is a bloody road, a red bloody road. What kind of blood? The blood of workers! The blood of peasants! The blood of revolutionaries! When the workers and peasants of Russia, the northern neighbor, were driving the tsar away, didn’t their shoes all have blood dripping on them? You must have read a lot of newspapers and periodicals about Russia. You can imagine this kind of blood. So, I said, students who wear foreign shoes, you must not be ignorant of foreign doctrine, and you must not refuse to take the foreign road. No matter what doctrine or road, as long as it can benefit the Chinese people and make imperialism go away, you can Letting the warlords step down and making the poor people live a better life, we all welcome it, and applaud it!" "That's great, let's applaud Mr. Li's words!" Ma Jun jumped up excitedly like a fierce horse, "We will applaud with these shoes!" He smacked the leather shoes in his hand. Many students clapped their hands with their leather shoes, and there was a lot of clapping. Deng Yingchao shouted, "Isn't it polite for you to do this?" Li Dazhao laughed: "Well done! Well done, I heard the sound of foreign drums when you beat like this! When the foreign drums are beaten, the team has opened the way, and the soldiers have set off!" "Yes!" The students shouted in unison. "I hope the students of Tianjin Nankai, fasten your shoes and walk well! Take a good road! What I call a good road is the road of Marxism! This is the most promising road in the world! Today's speaker Li Dazhao's beard, students will soon forget, but there is a man with a beard, students must not forget, this man is Marx!" Li Dazhao's strong hand pointed directly at a small portrait of Marx pasted on the brown podium.This portrait was meticulously drawn by Zhou Enlai from a book. The face is not very well drawn, but the beard is drawn very vividly. There was another round of warm applause from the audience.This time it was the clapping of hands, not the sound of "foreign drums". Zhou Enlai's eyes lit up, and he said loudly into Deng Yingchao's ear, "No. 1, we invited Mr. Li this time, and it's so right!" Deng Yingchao really liked Zhou Enlai talking to her like this, so she nodded desperately. Changsha is the same as Tianjin, the people’s ideological enthusiasm has never been slightly reduced. Chen Duxiu was released. He wanted to be quiet for a while, but the result was still noisy. The people on the streets were like a madman. Shaking endlessly, this is very unpleasant for the four brothers of the Zhang family who govern Hunan. On this day, Brigadier Zhang Jingtang stared gloomyly at the wooden cage by the river with his hands behind his back.It was morning, and the rough wooden slats of the row after row of cages erected by the river were covered with snow-white frost. It's winter in a blink of an eye, and there are already snowflakes flying north of the Yangtze River.As for Changsha, although there is no snowfall in Changsha, after entering December, there have been several cold snaps quietly, and the streets are full of ragged cotton jackets early. Since the second half of 1919, the introduction and propaganda of Marxism has become more and more popular in China, and various youth associations driven by the new trend of thought have sprung up like bamboo shoots after rain. The degree of coldness and brightness is also in sync with the seasons, cold and powerful.For example, the four brothers of the Zhang family agreed that there should be no more chaos in Changsha. Changsha needs order because of the opposition to imperialism and the burning of Japanese goods. Brigadier Zhang Jingtang now raised his whip.The people on the other side of the river gathered more and more, and he wanted to disperse these crowds with a horse whip, just like tapping acupuncture points.It's easy to inflate anger, but it can't withstand acupuncture.As long as the suppression is done properly, it will come and go quickly.He is a warrior, and a warrior believes in the whip. Just as he was about to swear at his mother, the soldiers in the checkpoint cage opened their throats first. "Tough!" a soldier shouted, pulling back a stick from the cage. Thirty-odd animals were kept in cages, each with a human prisoner.Due to the cruelty of the torture instrument itself, all the "standing people" are in a miserable state of being stuck in the neck no matter whether they are dead or alive. The pale winter sun shone on the faces of these pale as if they were dead. The soldiers took a wooden stick, stretched it into the cage one by one, poked it, and then shouted in a low voice: "Tough!" Another standing cage, the one with his head drooping.The soldier poked it and shouted: "Tough!" It was cold at night, and sure enough several stations died. The soldier stabbed it again and found that it was moving, so he shouted: "It's not hard!" "It's hard," Zhang Jingtang yelled, "See, you peed! This is dying urine! It's hard!" "Yes," said the soldier, standing up, "hard!" Zhang Jingtang yelled at all the standing cages: "Damn, have you stood enough? I said why didn't you plant it? If you have seeds, go to Japan to make trouble, what are you doing in Changsha? Why do Hunan people want to stand up? Well, stand up, let you stand up enough today! Are you standing up enough now? Is it feeling like standing up?" The burning of Japanese goods in Changsha was suppressed by his brother Zhang Jingyao himself.Zhang Jingyao once warned some students and teachers in Changsha who were ready to move, and said firmly: "You are not allowed to hold meetings, parade in the streets, or inspect shops, otherwise, I will punish you!" Looking at it, not only parading the streets and raising flags, but also setting fires, then I'm sorry, the four brothers of the Zhang family can't be polite. As soon as Zhang Jingtang received the command arrow, he shot quickly. Two hours later, he led the cavalry to surround Changsha Education Huiping.It was December 2nd, the wind was strong, the fire was strong, and the slogans on the education meeting floor were even louder: "Boycott Japanese products!" "Protest against the Fuzhou massacre!" "Severely punish the Japanese murderer!"Why are all the people in Changsha full of brutality and tossing about all their lives?Even if there is a "tragedy" in Fuzhou, what are the people in Changsha more excited about?Fujian has already been included in the Japanese sphere of influence, and students in Fuzhou are troublesome, inspecting stores and burning Japanese goods at every turn, so no wonder the "Japanese Residents Group" came to conflict with you, killing one of you and wounding seven of you .The students in Fuzhou are also too good at making trouble. Not only did they not withdraw their troops, but they also appealed to the whole country. They said that "provocations are open to each other, and the losses are all in the whole country", and they were "only talk about power, not right and wrong", and "please unite patriotic groups in all provinces and regions. Resistance will definitely make the Japanese government severely punish the violent acts committed by its residents and take legal responsibility.” The National Federation of All walks of life followed suit, sending telegrams all over the country to “warn the elders and elders of the whole country, so that we know that our country is in imminent peril, and quickly contact the The Japanese cut off national trade and strictly boycotted Japanese goods."In this way, why don't the people of Changsha follow suit?Moreover, his elder brother specifically told him to investigate Mao Zedong, who likes to "open the gates and release water", to see if he is still jumping in it after the Hunan Student Federation was forcibly disbanded and the "Xiangjiang Review" was shut down. This time, he will be severely punished, and he can even be more straightforward and execute the law on the spot. Thirty-two-year-old brigade commander Zhang Jingtang missed Mao Zedong that day.This strongman who forcibly restored the Hunan Student Union probably escaped in the flames.Zhang Jingtang's horse team stepped over the fire and all the students, women and businessmen.At that time, he only remembered that he was waving the horsewhip all the way, hitting every Hunanese face.A girl was whipped by him, and after she fell to the ground, she was hit by a gun butt by a soldier, knocking out several teeth.At that time, his horse had already trod over, and he didn't see the crying girl spit out a bunch of teeth from the bloody mouth, and he didn't know that the girl who became a toothless girl was named Shihua, Her parents, who ran a fruit stand, had both died in front of her brother's convoy three months earlier. The 10,000 Changsha mob fled in all directions under his spear and whip, and those who tried to resist were arrested and sent to the cage overnight.The Chinese want to stand up, you shouted it yourself, then stand up.Zhang Jingtang asked his elder brother for instructions, and his elder brother Zhang Jingyao said: "Stand!" Zhang Jingtang thought coldly, some of them would die if they stood up all night. These mobs who dared to set fire and shout didn't have a few strong shinbones. So he raised his horsewhip again, and yelled viciously at the crowd of onlookers on the other side of the creek: "Remember it all, for any troublemakers who don't stay at home and want to stand up in Hunan, I Zhang Jingtang I'll let him stand like this! Mom, do you still want to stand?" Because of the cordon formed by the soldiers' stabs, the sad and angry Changsha people had to look at each other across the river. "Master, you are wronged!" A woman's cry appeared in the crowd and she fainted. Mao Zedong and He Shuheng squeezed in the crowd, feeling their blood surging. "It's so dark!" He Shuheng had tears behind his glasses.The former Qingxiu is easy to be emotional. "The darkness is here!" A foreign missionary in a black robe took pictures across the river, carefully photographing those strange cages.Mao Zedong saw it, squeezed all the way to him, gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, you captured the darkest thing in China today!" The missionary explained: "This kind of photo is sold in London, and one can sell for five pounds." "How many standing cages did you see?" "Thirty-five, sir." "Wrong number!" "It's not wrong. It was thirty-six in the morning, and one of them broke down. It has to be repaired." "Wrong count, sir! In my eyes, it's forty million standing cages!" "Forty million?" The missionary put down the camera. "Forty million! Forty million of the most barbaric cages! This is the reality of our China!" "Sir, let me take a picture of you!" The missionary widened his blue eyes for a moment, "I finally met a Chinese who can see forty million people standing in cages!" Mao Zedong blocked his camera, turned around and shouted to the sad and angry people: "The people of Hunan have nowhere to go! The folk songs that everyone sings every day is our Hunan people's opinion: Zhang is dignified, Yao, Shun and Yu Tang, one and two Three and four, tigers, leopards and wolves! If the four thieves are not eliminated, Hunan is hopeless!" "What to do, Mr. Mao?" Someone shouted eagerly, "We listen to you!" "Changsha has no place for reasoning! The only place to go to the capital is to petition! Demand the government to expel Zhang Jingyao from Hunan immediately!" "That's right!" He Shuheng yelled, "One day Zhang Po will leave Hunan, and the people of Hunan will not be at peace!" Mao Zedong was a man of action.On December 3rd, when the weather was harsh, he attended the joint meeting of staff representatives and student representatives of Changsha schools held in Chuyi Primary School, and decided to launch a drive-out campaign immediately, launch a general strike in schools across the province, and assign drive-outs. Zhang's delegation went to Beijing, Tianjin, Shanghai, Hankou, Changde, Hengyang, Guangzhou and other places to expand Zhang's propaganda. As for Mao Zedong himself, he chose Beijing.He believes that the final transfer of the warlord Zhang Jingyao from the Anhui faction to Hunan will have to come from the Zhongnanhai Presidential Palace. Four days later, Mao Zedong led the expelling Zhang delegation to Beijing and headed north. The outside of the carriage where Chairman Mao and his more than forty members gathered were covered with red and green slogans: "Go north to petition, expel Zhang poison!" "Zhang Jingyao trafficked opium!" "Zhang Jingyao destroyed education!" "On behalf of 30 million Xiang people!" Mao Zedong kept encouraging everyone in the carriage: "Zhang's poisonous atrocities have attracted the attention of the whole country! As long as we contact all walks of life and call out, the Beijing government will have to tear Ma Su down. The day when Zhang Jingyao gets out of Hunan is definitely not far away." !” Because of Mao Zedong’s incessant encouragement, everyone was very optimistic about the prospect of expelling Zhang. Some representatives judged: “Within ten days, Zhang’s poison will definitely leave Hunan!” "Zhang Jingyao drove away, who's coming?" Someone said, the words were vague, and they couldn't hear clearly without looking at the speaker's mouth shape.Shi Hua, a toothless girl, was the public representative for eviction. She said that she would bring dozens of teeth to Beijing's Qianmen to file a complaint. To Shihua's question, Mao Zedong's answer was very confident: "We will do it ourselves! Representatives from all walks of life will be sent out to form meetings and manage ourselves! We should have such a belief: the affairs of Hunan should be decided by all the people of Hunan! Further, Hunan can declare independence and establish a country!" This remark was too harsh, and many representatives were stunned when they heard it, and then some people applauded.Most of the applauders are students. "So, Hunan has become a candle in the wind?" asked a fat business representative. Mao Zedong laughed, and Mao Zedong clapped his hands and said: "You said, it is better to have the whole country in darkness, or a little light in one place? I said, it is better to have a bright place! Once there is a first fire, there will be a second fire." Once there is a second fire, there will be a third fire! Once the problems of one province and one province have been solved, in the future, together, we will have a total solution to the problems of the whole country! The twenty-seven provinces in the country can all be autonomous and become independent. Twenty-seven small Chinas!" The wheels were ringing, some people applauded loudly, some nodded in response, and some were at a loss.In fact, Mao Zedong himself did not think through this issue. Building a country in one province was a way of thinking in desperation.The whole country is in darkness, and the overall construction of the Chinese nation's self-reliance and self-improvement is still unclear, so it is better to simply seek the sub-construction of 27 provinces.After ten or twenty years, the sub-construction of each province has been completed, and then a thorough general revolution will be carried out to jointly build a big China.This is a very bold and risky revolutionary idea. Once Mao Zedong entered into this idea, the more he thought about it, the more feasible he felt.He doesn't care what other people think, no matter "Hunan people's autonomy" or "Xiang District establishes a country", he thinks it is reasonable, although this idea sounds a bit scary. Mao Zedong began to think this way again that night, and when he swayed on the wooden chair in the carriage thinking about it, he fell asleep.In the dream, another black and red fish was swimming towards him, staring at him, motionless.Mao Zedong looked at the calm fish, wondering if it was in a state of tension before jumping into the dragon gate. He wanted to reach out to catch it, but he couldn't. The fish was always three feet away from him. Staring at him, understandingly.The clanging of the wheels was an endless accompaniment to the entire driving group.Mao Zedong thought about it more and more, until he lost his sleep and the fish disappeared. Fuyou Temple on Beichang Street in Beijing is a nearly deserted lamasery. Inside and outside the main hall, there are ruins. The hall began to be bustlingly cleaned. "Excuse me, Tuan Zhang," said an old lama who was also in charge of the abandoned temple and began to discuss the rent with Mao Zedong. "How many months do you want to rent?" Mao Zedong laughed loudly: "A few months? Master is on a mission. We can rent for ten days at most before returning to Hunan! Tomorrow, we will go to the presidential palace to petition. Maybe the day after tomorrow, the president will order Zhang Jingyao to be dismissed and handed over to the people for trial. In this way, three days You can return the lease!" The old lama shook his head. "Don't believe it?" Mao Zedong put his hands on his hips. "It seems that Head Mao is a reasonable person." "The people in Hunan are all reasonable people." "Does Commander Mao know where the most unreasonable part of a country is?" "According to Master, where is it?" "It's the capital city." Mao Zedong thought that what he said hit the nail on the head, and the reasoning was very correct, so he changed his words and said boldly: "Then I will pay half a month's rent in advance! After half a month, I, the head of the group, will never live in Shakya again. The place where Muni Buddha lived." The incense table was covered with ashes, the lotus seat was empty, and the former Buddha statue of Shakyamuni disappeared. Of course, the twenty-seven-year-old Mao Zedong still estimated things too optimistically. The sixty-four-year-old President Xu Shichang had his own logic and did not give Mao Zedong ten days or half a month.Xu Shichang sneered when he saw in the newspaper that a group called "Expelling Zhang Tuan" came to Beijing that day.He knew that these people would bring some troubles to the capital, but when he thought about these furry children, he felt a little pitiful.He knew a thing or two about the iron fists of the four brothers of the Zhang family in Hunan.On the second day, if there was an official to report, all outside the Xinhua Gate were Xiangyin.There were still a few spotlights in the noisy crowd, because the Beijing newspaper's good-natured people were mixed in it. The snow in Zhongnanhai was very thick. Xu Shichang wrapped up his fur coat and walked among the pines and cypresses.He has been feeling stiff in his joints for the past few days, and he may not be able to move outside the house.But if you want to go out of Xinhua Gate to meet people, you have to walk. He snorted and said to the herald officer: "The pen of dispatching troops and generals has always been taken by the president. These Hunan people really want to come to hold my pen, Xu Shichang, today?" "To the President, there are only about forty people making trouble outside the Xinhua Gate." "Whoever dares to stretch out his hand, hit that hand. These days, everyone is like a monkey reincarnated, making troubles and making troubles! What is driving a group? If every province has a group, this Zhongnanhai is still there. Can you hold it?" The petition organized by Mao Zedong, as expected, ended in vain.Although Zhang Jingtang's barbaric cavalry was gone, the scolding and shoving of the Xinhuamen military police were merciless.When Mao Zedong was retreating, he was hit by the butt of a gun on his lower back again, which was painful, while Shi Hua, a member of the toothless female regiment, was kicked hard, fell to the ground with a plop, and cried loudly. Mao Zedong clutched his lower back and vigorously supported Shihua.The cuffs of his gray shirt were stained with blood.The back of the girl's head was smashed by the hard brick floor outside the Xinhua Gate, and a lock of hair was sticky with blood and became a wet lump. Back at the dilapidated Fuyou Temple, Mao Zedong ordered porridge to be cooked.After the meal was hot, he scooped up a bowl, carried it himself, sent it to the bunk behind the altar, and fed the poor girl spoonful by spoonful. "Does it still hurt?" Mao Zedong asked. Stone Flower shook her head. In the main hall, some people burned a cauldron, some slept, some cursed non-stop, and some paced back and forth.Everyone is in a low mood. The old lama in purple-red rags walked up to Mao Zedong and said with a smile: "Master Mao, according to Lao Na, you should pay one month's rent first?" Before Mao Zedong could figure out how to answer, his eyes suddenly lit up.A girl in a floral padded jacket appeared on the stone steps outside the hall, looking around. "Kai Hui!" Mao Zedong ran over, "How did you find this place?" Yang Kaihui didn't enter the palace, but stood in the winter sun and smiled at him. Mao Zedong felt a little guilty. He finally arrived in Beijing. Instead of reporting to his mentor Yang Changji, he reported to the Presidential Palace first. Yang Kaihui told Mao Zedong that her father was seriously ill and was admitted to a German hospital. "Runzhi, go to the hospital, the hospital won't give you a gun butt." She said to him later. Mao Zedong went to that German hospital later, several times in a row. His teacher, Yang Changji, has become much thinner, his cheeks are sunken like the two big pillows on the back of his head, and his only eyes are still so piercing. Yang Changji was always worried about the "expelling Zhang" in Hunan. He repeatedly asked his daughter to read the newspaper to him every day, so he understood the determination of the people in Hunan to expel Zhang, and he also understood the situation of the expelling group led by Mao Zedong after they arrived in Beijing.那境遇确实不是很妙，先是遭遇北京民众大量的同情，流在长沙的血和泪一齐上了京城各报的头版，随即下来就是情绪的日渐松散，京城舆论不再关心湖南的张敬尧，而门禁森严的总统府和总理府则始终拒见请愿者，门口总是枪托与警棍的飞舞，而请愿团在警棍飞舞之后紧急送到各报馆的文章也多数石沉大海。 杨昌济让毛泽东直接坐在病榻上，握住他的手，轻声说：“驱张必成功之理由，说来我听听。” 毛泽东一说到驱张，就要站立起来。杨昌济说坐，坐，毛泽东偏站。 毛泽东站在病榻边，语音铿锵地说：“其一，公理在我不在他。我握有三千万湘民生灵涂炭之事实，他惟握有刺刀和绞索。” “这我听懂了。” “其二，兵士在我不在他。” “这话我听不懂。” 杨开慧笑笑，与其兄杨开智对望一眼，意思显然是：毛润之这个理由，或许强词夺理，我们也听不明白。 “为什么兵士在我不在他呢？”毛泽东解释，胸有成竹。“他之军队，仅在湘境，小军也！我之军队，乃在全国，乃在各界，人心所向，拔世盖天，大军也。杨老师，现在每天都有京城各界人士前来驱张请愿团声援，我组织了一个平民通讯社，毕竟每天都有五十几条驱张消息稿发往全国各报馆！你说是他张敬尧的兵多，还是我毛泽东的兵多？” 杨昌济说：“虽则报馆之刊载驱张团消息，一日比一日稀少，但你的话还是有理，铿锵之中见着了气势。润之你说得好，说下去。” “其三，气势在我不在他！他张敬尧现在四面楚歌，锋芒散尽，连驻守在衡阳的直系师长吴佩孚和驻守于常德的直系旅长冯玉祥都想借民众之势以倒张，湘军的谭延恺也对张敬尧不满，张毒之孤立显而易见；而我这个毛团长领三千万湘民之托，横心与张敬尧决一死战，加之驱张请愿团四十余位大将，各自代表一方湘界，扎营京城，奔走呼号，人人气贯长虹，个个破釜沉舟，如此军威，如此气势，何池不夺？何城不下？” 杨开慧和杨开智一齐笑出声来。 “润之啊，”杨昌济大点其头，“还是你那句话呀：时机到了！世界的大潮卷得更急了！洞庭湖的闸门动了，且开了！还有那一句：顺它的生，逆它的死！润之啊，你还是什么都不怕啊！” 每每当父亲这么夸毛泽东时，杨开慧心里就涌起甜蜜的感觉。这段时间毛泽东与她交往密切，有时候毛泽东不到福佑寺过夜，就宿在杨宅，杨开慧于是感觉到了男人的阳刚气息，她下决心这辈子非毛泽东不嫁，当然这一点也要毛泽东的配合，毛泽东必须违背一个诺言，那就是他曾与蔡和森、蔡畅三人信誓旦旦发愿，此生绝不结婚。杨开慧知道此诺言，追问毛泽东还信守不，毛泽东笑着说，这诺言现在是我的敌人，我要像打倒张敬尧一样打倒它，于是比毛泽东小八岁的杨开慧立时就拥抱住了他。 这一天，就在杨昌济对毛泽东的豪迈之言大为感慨之时，四位“驱张请愿团”的成员竟然也一路寻到了这家德国医院，气喘吁吁，显然是有急事找毛团长。 “毛团长！”那个胖胖的湖南商界代表看见了病房里的毛团长，喘着气向他招手，一定将毛泽东唤到病房外的走廊上，显得有些不好意思。“我们想回长沙了。本来打算悄悄走的，转念想想毛团长平日情谊，不辞而别总是不好。” 面对驱张团出现的这四位袖手耸肩的“逃兵”，毛泽东大觉意外，思量半天，还是强抑怒气，好言好语说：“才这么几天，诸位的肚子里，就消化完了长沙万人送行大会上的壮行酒？徐世昌才三回闭门拒见，诸位就销蚀了破釜沉舟之决心？” 胖胖的商界代表脑袋垂得更低，然而心里意思的表达，依旧是清晰的：“毛团长，冰冻三尺，非一日之寒，亦非一日可融。到京之后，才发觉大总统与张敬尧是同裤之人，驱逐一事，谈何容易。驱张既不可速成，不如早日返湘，另图抗议之道。” 另外一位代表也怯怯地说：“毛团长，鄙人亦以为，迟走不如早走。” 病房内的杨昌济很不安，支起耳朵，勉力倾听着走廊上的声音。 他听见又一个怯怯的声音在说：“毛团长，我劝你也及早返回。早上，长沙方面又来电报，说令尊大人在韶山病重，家中亦盼望你早日回去探视。” 然后便是毛泽东的声音，毛泽东这样说：“家父病重，我早几日就已知道。侍奉父病，也是孝道。然自古忠孝难以两全，我此刻所念所思，皆是如何兢兢业业做好中华民族之孝子，而不是只做韶山毛贻昌一人之孝子！” 走廊上一片静默。 杨昌济叹口气，扭转脸，对杨开慧说：“润之此人，既资质俊秀，又大气磅礴，可倚可靠。” 杨开慧似乎听懂了父亲的含意，低脸不语。 杨昌济剧咳几声，又问：“你听见了没有？” 聪明的杨开智说：“爸爸，妹妹听懂你的话了。” 二十几天之后，毛泽东的父亲毛贻昌在家乡病逝，与毛泽东的母亲文七妹合葬于韶山土地冲。毛泽东忙于驱张，在北京福佑寺中苦撑，终未能回湖南老家奔丧。 半个月之后，毛泽东的恩师杨昌济先生亦不幸病逝。杨昌济弥留之际，抖着手腕，亲笔向滞留上海的章士钊写举荐信，推荐毛泽东、蔡和森两人。他信中这样说：“吾郑重语君，二子海内人才，前程远大，君不言救国则已，救国必先重二子。” 新年过后的元月十七日，毛泽东在自己的黑棉袄外面，罩上一件白衫，去了北京南横街七井胡同内的一座寺院。那座古寺名为法源寺。杨昌济的灵柩在运回湖南之前，先按旧例停放于这座古刹。 毛泽东是以半生半婿之身份，陪同开智开慧兄妹俩，为杨昌济守灵的。他托腮而坐，长时间不吭声，伴着灵柩，想着生，想着死。 他从个人的生死，想着驱张团的生死，想着湖南民众的生死，想着中国的生死。 远处大殿时有悠扬的诵经声传来。三个年轻人坐在寺庙右侧的一间空房内。天很黑了，屋外铺满了静静的积雪，厚如棉毯。 毛泽东一直没有言语，默视着白色的灵幔。灵幔后侧并排放着两条长凳，黑漆灵柩就默默地搁在长凳之上。他的目光漫无目的地在灵幔上走来走去。 屋外，雪花无声地飘落着，无休无止。杨开慧拨一拨炭盆，问毛泽东：“冷不，润之？” 毛泽东摇摇头。 "What are you thinking?" “想得多了。想杨老师一生，想驱张团，想国家，也想我自己。” “润之，我从来没见你这么忧郁过。”确实，在与毛泽东这么多次的会面甚至过夜时，她都没有看见毛泽东的神情这么忧郁过。 毛泽东说：“是啊，是忧郁，为你父亲。” “不对，你只说了一半。”杨开慧的目光看到了毛润之的心里。 毛泽东说：“是的。另一半忧郁，确实也是为我自己。开慧，这几日，我越来越忧郁。在人前，我总是作西楚霸王之状，挥刀举剑，永不服输，可是在人后，譬如说，在恩师灵前，或者说，在你面前，时常就有英雄气短之感。” “短在何处呢？” “就如你父亲，教了一辈子伦理学，一本《伦理学原理》说得至清至澈，有时候，却又越来越说不清理在何处。我也一样，脑子有时候很清晰，有时候又不知道路在何方，半夜都会惊醒。那天我坐起来，看着那个黑乎乎的莲座上没了释迦牟尼，我忽然心里紧，我的灵魂又去了哪里？” 杨开智站起来，踱了开去。这些话，他听着，觉得很沉闷。他在灵幔背后，拨了拨灯芯草，让长明油盏更亮一些。 杨开慧要毛泽东继续说下去。她很担心毛泽东。 “我今岁二十又七，”毛泽东继续低声低语说，“却已经信仰过世上许许多多东西了。小时候，信孔孟。更小的时候，跟我母亲信佛。我小时候的乳名叫石三伢子，你晓得吗？” “石三伢子？”杨开慧摇摇头。 “我妈妈请人给我算八字，说我八字大，不拜个干娘难保平安。有一天我妈带我去棠佳阁外婆家，路上有块石头，像人，人家都说是石观音，妈就叫我跪下磕头，拜石头做干娘。从此我就有了个石三伢子的乳名。我们毛氏家族，都是崇佛的。” “你会打坐么？”杨开慧来了兴致。 毛泽东随即做了个打坐之姿，一边打坐一边说：“我曾有一句话：精神不灭，物质不灭，即精神不生，物质不生，既不灭何有生乎，但有变化而已。我这些话，看起来，与佛家的灵魂不灭也如出一辙。” 他大叹一口气。 杨开慧入神地望着他。 “后来，我不怎么信佛了，信康梁。表兄送我两本书，一本讲的是康有为的变法运动，一本是《新民丛报》，梁启超编的。这两本书我读了又读，直到可以背出来。说老实话，我非常崇拜康梁。尤其是梁任公。我还给自己取了个名字，叫毛学任，也就是一辈子要学梁任公的意思，亏了你父亲的指点，我才把学任改成了润之。” 杨开慧点头：“听爸爸说过。” “再后来，为追求德先生和赛先生，我又信奉工读主义，巴枯宁的团体无政府主义、克鲁泡特金的互助论。后来，又觉得马克思学说不错，俄罗斯革命有理。胡适先生说应该少谈些主义，多研究些问题，我就跟着来排列中国的问题，一排就排了一百一十四个。后来见李大钊先生批评胡适之文，又生顿悟之感。眼下，发奋驱张，想彻底改造湖南，一省首先建国。然而看看现状，驱张谈何容易，来京已一月，雾障重重，肩膀上挨了一枪托，屁股上挨了一枪托。开慧，真的，我有时候，简直不知道下一步路，究竟该往哪个方向走。” “先前，你一直指点我这个道理，那个道理，从没听你叹过自己不明道理，今天你看，你一肚皮苦经。” “这个月，蔡元培校长又在北京发起工读互助团，呼吁各地青年实行半工半读的集体生活，要求遍地开花，将来再来个小团体大联合，在全国实现一个各尽所能、各取所需的工读互助之社会。这个建议，似乎又不错，可是社会之改造，就这么实验实验便能成功的么？开慧，这些天，我心中，真的是疑惑颇多。我简直找不到出路。我没有出路，亦即中国没有出路，懂么？” 杨开慧忽然说：“能不去想这些主义么？” “那怎么行？”毛泽东顿时圆了眼珠子，他眼珠子很黑。“那，那做什么人呢？” 其实杨开慧早已明白了，毛泽东整个人就是为主义而生的，他的到处求学，他的雨中锻炼和水中锻炼，他的乞讨旅行自讨苦吃，目的都很单一，皆是为的寻找主义和播种主义，以图国之强盛。杨开慧不像别的姑娘那样不喜男人谈论国是，相反，她喜欢男人有肩。上天为什么要把男人的肩膀造得比女人宽一点呢？男人就应该是这样。 于是杨开慧便轻声说：“润之，那你就继续钻研吧。钻研主义没错。就像有人说的，蚯蚓无骨，一天到晚也在深处钻研呢。” “可是，”毛泽东放松了坐禅的姿势。“说实话，如今，我于种种主义、种种学说，实在还谈不上有一个明确的概念。我好几次做梦做到一条鱼，一条鲤鱼，半黑半红，像跳龙门之前的鱼，傻呆呆的。我几次想，我是不是就是这条鱼呢？我想跳龙门，也许主义就是龙门，可是我不知道龙门在哪儿。天下最惨之事，莫过于摸不着门，我若是那条傻傻的鱼，那也够惨了。” “润之，”杨开慧说，“你真的常常这样苦恼吗？” “真的，常常苦恼。只是我说过，我从不在人前表露罢了。” “你在我面前痛痛快快表露了。” “那是你呀，你是开慧呀！” 这最后一句话，这句拙拙的话，杨开慧特别爱听。她知道自己在毛泽东心目中的位置和分量，她觉着了一种温暖，于是她说：“也有一个人经常在我面前表示苦恼。” 毛泽东一怔，不明白姑娘的意思。 “就是他，”杨开慧点点白色的灵幔，“我爸爸。爸爸说过他的苦恼，他几次对我说过，我听着爸爸说苦恼，倒很喜欢。追求真理的人，都有这种苦恼，这是一种高尚的苦恼。” 毛泽东瞪大眼睛，说：“啊呀，我听见了一句很有见地的话。” “爸爸临终前还对我说，他研究了一辈子人间伦理，可是最终的答案，他还是没有把握。” “就凭杨老师这句话，今日我也该送他一只人间最大的花圈。可是，开慧，我实在是囊中羞涩，所有的钱都买了纸张印传单了，连一只最小的花圈都买不上。” “花圈不算什么，你人都来了。” “不，”毛泽东双腿一蹬，站起来。“这座法源寺，唐代就有了，那时候叫悯忠寺，其意为悲悯天下忠烈之人。你爸爸忠于理想一辈子，临终时还念念不忘人间伦理，如此高风亮节，我这个学生还不应敬送他一个天下最大的花圈吗？开慧，你等一等！” 毛泽东一边说，一边就大步出门。 他迅速融入了寒光烁烁的雪夜之中。 “润之，外面冷！”杨开慧不知他要干什么，但确实也拉他不住。 “妹子，”杨开智见妹妹要起身追出门去，便急忙拉住她，“别出去，外面风大。” 兄妹俩坐着，探头出门，使劲盯着月光下隐约闪动的毛泽东。 一会儿，他们就听见了急促而响亮的啪啪之声。 他们看见毛泽东弯着腰，手舞之，足蹈之，在偏房外的大片空地上，接连不断拍打着雪，雪声清脆而响亮。 毛泽东全身开始发热，但是双手冰冷。他在厚厚的积雪上堆起一个雪坨子，然后狠狠拍击，再拍击，拍出一个结实的雪团子。 就这样，在清冷的月色下，在泛着寒光的雪地中，身穿黑棉袄和白纱衣的毛泽东一刻不停地拍制着雪团子。他拍出的雪团子有膝盖那么高，滚圆的，一个接着一个，越拍越多。 惊异的杨开慧看不明白，还是走出了灵房，走到冬夜的呼呼的风中，哥哥没能拉住她。 “你这是干什么？”她走到月夜的舞蹈者身边。 毛泽东喘着气：“快围成了。” "what?" “花圈！”毛泽东终于停了下来，用手指着松柏下一大圈鼓鼓凸凸的雪坨子。“这是花圈！看明白了吧，花圈！我送的花圈！开慧，也许，这个花圈，是天下从未有过的最大的花圈。我想，对于一个一辈子追求人间至理的人，应当有一个这样大的花圈送他上路！” “从没见过的雪花圈！”杨开慧忽觉眼眶湿了。 “每一回听杨老师上课，心灵都会纯净如雪，我毛泽东今天是以雪还雪。” “我越来越理解你了，润之。” “开慧，”毛泽东轻声说，“在我最没有方向的时候，你是一盏灯。” “不对，”杨开慧纠正说，“润之，我没有办法成为你的指路灯，你还是应该寻找自己的方向。” Mao Zedong nodded. “没有灯光照着你的路，我也着急。” 毛泽东又点点头。听着这话，他心生感动。他后来告诉她，他要设法去见陈独秀。他看了最近的一期《新青年》，他在陈独秀的论述里见着有东西在燃烧。 what?杨开慧不明白。 毛泽东也不明白。但是毛泽东说，他必得在北京期间，好好地请教陈独秀一番。陈独秀烧着了一些思想上的东西。 这一天，就在毛泽东快走近陈独秀宅院时，听见身后有急促的脚步声赶了上来，那是一种皮靴踩着积雪的嘎叽嘎叽之声。 毛泽东下意识地闪到一边，但肩膀还是被粗暴地推了一把。胡同很窄，后面的赶路者把前行者都当做了障碍。毛泽东没有发作，因为他看见的是一位警察，乌鸦般的黑色装束，这年头就数警察最没法子打交道。 警察径自走到陈独秀宅院门前，砰砰砰打门。这倒使毛泽东吃了一惊，他认出这个墙色斑驳的四合院就是陈独秀之宅。 毛泽东蹲下来，系鞋带。 警察见门不开，又踢一脚，再踢一脚，直踢得高君曼慌慌忙忙来开门。 警察声气很粗：“陈独秀在家吗？” "In the." "Where?" “卧房，头有点痛。” “这些天做什么？” “养养鸡，喂喂鸟。” “有不检点行为吗？” “看你这位警察先生说哪儿话，”高君曼叫起来，“鸡啊鸟啊的，能听得懂他的演讲吗？” 警察递过一张检视单：“画个押！” 高君曼便代替丈夫签了个字，警察收了检视单嘴里叽咕着走了。 毛泽东一直等到警察绕过胡同之后，才趋步上前。“嫂子，我想见陈先生。”他轻声说。 高君曼一把拉进毛泽东：“里面说话！” 毛泽东拍拍雪，说：“嫂子不认识我了？我叫毛润之，上回来过。” “怎么不知道你呢，毛润之，办《湘江评论》的，我那位当家的老是说你的文章如山洪出闸！” “承蒙陈先生厚爱。我今天特地再来请教他。” "he is not at home." “不在？”毛泽东一愣。 "Not here." “不是养鸡喂鸟吗？” “出北京了！”高君曼压低声音说。 "Is it?" “先去上海。”高君曼说，“延年和乔年要留洋法国，他去送送。然后就去武汉，武汉的人要他去演讲。” 毛泽东暗自一惊，心想，坏了，这不是自我暴露么？于是他提醒说：“一演讲，不就又要见报？一见报，北京的警察还不盯住他？” “我也这么说嘛，可谁能拉转他那个牛头？” 话犹未了，忽又听得大门啪啪啪打得山响，末了，又是重重的一脚。 毛泽东大惊：“还是那个警察！” “你快进屋。”高君曼揍他一肩，毛泽东赶快躲进屋子。 高君曼打开门，果然是那个喉咙很粗的警察。“你代他画押不行，还是得陈独秀自己画押。叫他出来！”警察说。 “他头痛，躺着。” 警察推进门：“那我进去。他躺着也不成！” “先生，他咳嗽，喀喀喀，喀喀喀，还吐几口血呢！不染着你？” 警察犹豫了。高君曼又说：“怕是牢里带出的疾。” 警察急忙递过检视单：“那你递进去，叫他画个押，画这儿！” “行。先生进屋坐吧？” 警察摇手：“不坐了，不坐了！” 高君曼走向屋子，心里打鼓。 北房偏冷，毛泽东坐在炉子旁边，伸手烤着。炉子是泥炉，胶泥搪的，像个大肚的酒坛子，外面刷着北京特有的大白粉。 高君曼掀帘进屋，悄声说：“我字儿写不好，烦你帮陈先生签个名。” 黑子说：“妈，这个叔叔是谁呀？进屋就烤火。” “嘘！”高君曼取出笔墨，“黑子乖，别做声。” 毛泽东问：“陈先生的签名，有样式没有？” “有。”高君曼取来一叠书，书上有签名。 毛泽东一瞧那笔画笔顺，心