Chapter 5 Chapter 5 In the summer of 1920, the sun was so compelling

A figure suddenly turned over from the bed and sat up, listening to the faint voice in the darkness.It sounded like a moan, and it was clear. It was a spring night in April 1920, and the rain was ticking outside the window.Amidst the disturbing sound of eaves water, the director of Shanghai Yadong Library was awakened by a sudden painful moan. Wang Mengzou listened carefully to the groans, and concluded that it was Chen Duxiu's voice, which came from the room where he was staying. Yadong Library is located on Qipan Street, Wuma Road, Shanghai. It is small in scale. There are two glass doors on the street. Once the doors are closed, the inside is very quiet.Since Chen Duxiu fled Beijing and arrived in Shanghai in February, he has been living in the library of this Anhui fellow.Wang Mengzou was two years older than Chen Duxiu, but he has always regarded Mr. Chen as his most respected elder brother since he resolutely sponsored the "Wancheng Zhishi" Chen Duxiu to found "Anhui Common Talk News".It was also Chen Duxiu who actively encouraged this Wang Mengzou to leave Anhui to go to Shanghai to start a business. Wang Mengzou worked hard in Shanghai and achieved considerable success. The Yadong Library has achieved considerable benefits, and now this nest can be used as a temporary residence.Wang Mengzou gave him the title of "Honorary Editor outside the library" with a monthly salary of 300 yuan, which immediately relieved his urgent financial needs.

Wang Mengzou panicked when he heard the intermittent groans. He hurriedly grabbed the round black-rimmed glasses beside his pillow and put them on. He jumped off the bed and rushed to Chen Duxiu's bedroom in three steps. Cover belly and moan. "Where does it hurt?" Wang Mengzou hurriedly helped Chen Duxiu up. Chen Duxiu tapped his stomach. "Did you have diarrhea?" Wang Mengzou pressed Chen Duxiu's stomach. "No." "Why is it the same as my brother's illness! Zhongfu, don't worry, my brother has good stomach medicine." Wang Mengzou hurriedly went to his room to get the stomach medicine, poured a glass of water, and asked Chen Duxiu to take it.

Chen Duxiu looked very good when he took the medicine.The pain in the stomach was worse than the pain in other places in the stomach. "This medicine is very effective, and it will clear the rain in a short while." Wang Mengzou sat down patiently by the bed, "This room used to be a small library, and it had a bad reputation. Last time a pregnant woman came here to borrow books and fell down." I fell and gave birth two months prematurely. Look, this time, my brother has a stomachache again." "You mean something in your words." "What's the smell?" The thin Wang Mengzou narrowed his eyes and asked.

"You want to kick me out." "Ah, brother, you're right! Zhongfu, it's not that I'm reluctant to use this house as a hotel, but brother, it's time for me to have my own house, and it's time to bring my sister-in-law and children from Beijing. No matter how much I ask you about your health, it's better My wife takes good care of me." "It's good to live alone, and it's good to live alone. Don't worry. You know, my wife is nagging and annoying." "My stomach feels a little better, just say these heartless words!" Chen Duxiu pressed his belly carefully, the left side of the navel, and the right side of the navel, and he became happy all of a sudden: "What kind of panacea is so immediate?"

"Zhongfu, you and my brother, brother, if you say something close to yourself, don't you get angry?" "Just say it." "Brother went to the iron factory to give a speech the day before yesterday, and yesterday went to Xiaoshadu to give a speech. He ran here and there, fed and hungry, and the iron Bodhisattva would also fall ill. Can there be a fundamental solution? Brother no Do you always like to bring up fundamental solutions?" "What is the fundamental solution?" "Can you stop doing this job?" "What life?" "revolution."

Chen Duxiu was stunned: "You mean, you want me to wash my hands in a golden basin? Or come back and do it right? How did you support me to run "Anhui Changhua Daily" for a total of 23 issues? You were no weaker than me in calling for revolution back then!" Wang Mengzou panicked and said quickly, "Don't be angry, brother, don't be angry, brother." Outside the window, the water from the eaves kept ringing, with the faint sound of knocking on bamboo clappers.I don't know which deep alley the wonton bag with the umbrella is walking on. "Meng Zou, I'm not angry. I only have stomach qi in my stomach, and now it's finally dispelled. What else can I move? Besides, your comforting words are considered human nature. What can I be angry with? My wife often nags me like this, and my eardrums are callused. But think about it, Meng Zou, what does he rely on to support himself in this world? With eyes open and closed, it’s only been a few decades. Just for a moment, you say, what do you rely on? What do you think?"

"Brother, tell me, brother has always been my husband." "It's nothing more than two words." Chen Duxiu stretched out two fingers, "Ideal." "Of course I understand, just like I have ideals. I will sell books, borrow books, and print books all my life. The couplets I wrote for my brother overthrow the hero of the moment and expand the heart of the ages. My brother brought it to Shanghai and hung it in the hall! Brother How can there be no ideal?" "Understood, what I believe in is your ideal: selling books. What I am selling is doctrine. My purpose is to make the whole of China fall in love with this book. Your country and mine are too miserable. Do you know? My nation is too bitter, you know? It has been suffering for so many generations, I can’t bear it, you know Meng Zou, I, Chen Duxiu, can’t bear it! I was born in the world, and I live for this Yes! I used to sell bullets, because I participated in the assassination group and made gunpowder. Later, I realized that a bullet can’t penetrate anything in China. After I understood this, I started to sell doctrine. I feel that doctrine is the most powerful gunpowder. Now that you persuade me not to do this kind of work, it is equivalent to giving me a rope, telling me to hang a beam, and giving me a knife, telling me to cut my neck!"

"Understood." Wang Mengzou stood up, "Zhongfu, Meng Zou has no intention of giving brother a rope or a knife. What I said today, even Meng Zou is nonsense. I have been in the library for a long time. , is almost pedantic and turned into a bookworm. Don't worry about it, brother, sleep well." He walked to the door, turned off the light, closed the door, and suddenly pushed the door open after a while. "Zhongfu," Wang Mengzou said in the dark, "Brother is a great man, really, brother is not inferior to those great men in the world on my bookshelf."

"Another piece of nonsense." "Really, we Wan people have a bright face." "It's still nonsense." Sure enough, people from the neighboring country in the north came secretly. In April in the capital, there is a lot of dust and dust, and the floating ash and sunlight mix together and warm down, which makes the streets feel spring.There are several eating streets in Changdian, Beijing, where the cries of selling with a strong Beijing flavor resound all day long. "Pea yellow! The donkey is rolling! Here's a piece of cake!" "Sugar snap peas, glutinous rice porridge! Grilled cakes, jelly, old tofu!"

A group of foreign men and women walked through this bustling and prosperous place in the capital with smiles on their faces.The contiguous food stalls, kite shops, and windmill shops make these people who are new to the capital of China feel very strange.On the day when Chen Duxiu had a stomachache in Shanghai, Li Dazhao sincerely received several guests from neighboring northern countries in the capital. They came in secret, and their identities were not the Communist Party, but journalists. The leader was Wiginsky, who was the head of the delegation sent to China by the Far East Secretariat of the Communist International. Accompanied by Yang Mingzhai, a member of the Russian Communist Party and translator, he came to Beijing to contact Li Dazhao.Wigginski was only in his forties, and everything in the Imperial City of China was new to him.He asked Li Dazhao whether the beautiful yelling of the hawkers was a kind of singing of Chinese Peking Opera.Li Dazhao told him that this kind of yelling is indeed very similar to Daobai in Beijing opera.The shouts of the itinerant hawkers in front of the mansion are longer than those on the street, "It's boiling, fried tofu", a long sentence that can reach the ladies in the yard on several floors. The ones on the street are short and loud, so that the ears of passers-by will vibrate when they hear them, and the ears are directly connected to the stomach.

Wigginski laughed. After laughing, Wijinski wanted to eat some snacks, but Li Dazhao couldn't make it.Being a host and eating fried tofu is unacceptable and inappropriate, but when passing by a noodle shop, Wiginsky refused to leave. His wife Kuznetsova, his secretary and his wife also stopped. Everyone kept pointing and pointing, and it seemed that they all wanted to eat snacks. The noodle shop is not big. As usual, a bamboo basket is hung at the door, and tassels cut out of red paper are pasted around the circle, giving people a kind and warm feeling. Yang Mingzhai, a man from Shandong, repeatedly explained to Li Dazhao: "Comrade Li, our friends from the Soviet Union said that they would really like to eat the noodles here." "How can this work?" Li Dazhao still felt sorry, "It's too shabby, it's too shabby. In front of it is a restaurant with Russian dishes. Whatever you say, let me be the host in a decent restaurant. Mr. Yang, come with me again." They suggest it." Yang Mingzhai muttered in Russian for a while, but it didn't seem to work. Wigginski and his party still expressed their strong interest in the simple noodle shop.So, Li Dazhao spread his hands and said, "Then go in, respect is worse than obedience." As soon as the door was pushed, the shopkeeper greeted him. "Noodles or pancakes?" The shopkeeper wiped his hands on his oily apron, smiling all over his face, "Our shop has scallion pancakes, pancakes of different sizes, cornmeal pancakes, homemade pancakes, and fried pancakes." "Where are the noodles?" Li Dazhao asked. "Zhajiang noodles, braised noodles, hot soup noodles." "Not many faces." "There are also a few stir-fried dishes in this shop: vinegar-simmered cabbage, fried mochi tofu, and diced meat sauce. According to the following, each gentleman still comes with half a catty of fried pancakes, a plate of vinegar-simmered cabbage, and a small bowl of hot and sour soup. Fifty copper coins are only worth more than ten cents, and this account is all about economic benefits." Yang Mingzhai heard that it made sense, and said, "I think that's it, let's add another bowl of braised noodles for each person!" Li Dazhao said: "That would be really shabby." "Comrade Li, let me tell you, Comrade Wiginsky said: Compared with what they ate during the days when they attacked the Winter Palace, this place is considered a feast in heaven!" "I found Mr. Wigginski very practical." Li Dazhao laughed. Yang Mingzhai said in a low voice: "The topic that Comrade Wikinski will talk about next will be more practical." A group of people sat down on the window seat.There were no other customers in the store, and the environment was peaceful, except for the drum-like knocking sound of the shopkeeper's knife on the cutting board. Through Yang Mingzhai's translation, Wigginski sincerely expressed the following meaning to Li Dazhao. The gentleness and outspoken style of the young Russian were reflected in this young Russian at the same time. "Both the Communist International and Comrade Lenin expressed great admiration and great hope for the struggle of the Chinese Communists. China should have an organization like the Russian Communist Party. We hope to see the Eastern Branch of the Communist International as soon as possible." Li Dazhao fully understood what the other party meant. To be honest, Li Dazhao had been looking forward to this conversation for a long time. "I can tell Mr. Wikinsky that in China, the formation of the party is actually in the process of brewing. The name of the party has not been agreed. I suggest that Mr. Wikinski meet with Mr. Chen Duxiu as soon as possible." He said Say. Wigginski did not understand the person recommended by Li Dazhao. "Chen Duxiu?" he asked. Yang Mingzhai said: "We don't know about Chen Duxiu. Comrade Bergman and the Russian professor of Peking University, Bai Liewei, have only introduced you, Comrade Li Dazhao." "No, I am still different from Mr. Chen Duxiu. Mr. Chen Duxiu is the founder and editor-in-chief of the most influential publication in China, "New Youth." "I've heard of New Youth," said Wiginski. "When I returned to the motherland three years ago, I submitted an article to "New Youth". It was called Mr. Chen Duxiu who met me through him." "Ah, I see. The Chen you mentioned is like a hen that is good at hatching eggs!" the Russian said. "Thousands of young people in China have come out of their shells!" "I see." Wigginski was very satisfied with his metaphor and the natural extension of this metaphor by Comrade Li.He felt that this honest-looking Chinese comrade was very intelligent, and at the same time he immediately understood the meaning of the three words "Chen Duxiu" he said.He came to China to meet such leaders.No matter how powerful the doctrine is in the world, it is just a wheel, and the leaders are the wheels, and they touch the road. "Come on!" The shopkeeper yelled in Peking opera. The noodles are served, and the bowls are steaming.The guests rolled the long noodles with chopsticks with great interest. Yang Mingzhai ate a few chopsticks and asked Li Dazhao in a low voice: "Is it really necessary to discuss with Chen Duxiu?" "Mr. Yang, I want to talk about my feelings for you." "Speaking." "You can walk very well. I know that when you were nineteen years old, you traveled from your hometown in Shandong to the east of the Guandong, and as soon as you broke through, you rushed to Vladivostok. You are called Wanli desertion, and you are full of courage. This time, you walked thousands of miles again, leading Russian friends came to Beijing all the way from Vladivostok. I beg you to go another 10,000 miles immediately, from Beijing to Shanghai. I know you have the courage to walk. Mr. Chen Duxiu will welcome you in Shanghai. Your thoughts are the same as those of Mr. Chen Duxiu will soon become the same idea." "From Beijing to Shanghai, I think it's about 10,000 miles away." "No," Wigginski stopped clumsily turning the noodles, "I agree to go to Shanghai right away. Since we have come to China, we are prepared to take a long way. A city wall in China is 10,000 miles away. You see, Comrade Li, even your Chinese noodles are ten thousand miles long!" Even though Wigginski raised his hands very high, the noodles hanging from his chopsticks were still stubbornly stuck to the big oily bowl. Li Dazhao laughed out loud, and he later told Wu Tingkang, the Soviet Union's Wiginsky, that Russians make metaphors as often as Chinese people, and they are just as expressive.That was when he and Wigginski had gotten to know each other well.Wigginski went to his elegantly decorated library reception room several times, met his good students such as Deng Zhongxia, Zhang Guotao, Luo Zhanglong, Liu Renjing, etc., and also distributed the "International" publication and the English version of "Shaking the World" Ten Days" and other books.They talk about everything.And when Li Dazhao later learned that Wikinsky had studied statistics, he told Wikinsky more bluntly that you should move all the growth figures of the Soviet Union's industrial and agricultural production after the October Revolution to Shanghai. It is said that Chen Duxiu will understand the meaning of these numbers better, and he will make these numbers into beats for himself to dance.He is the most outstanding thought dancer in China. A month later, Yang Mingzhai took Wigginski into Yongdingmen Railway Station and got on the train heading south to Shanghai. In May, the climate warmed up significantly, and the carriage in the afternoon was warm, with a little smell. When a railway policeman saw a foreigner getting on the train, he immediately ordered the male and female compatriots to give up their seats. "Get up! Don't sit down!" The police pointed at an old man with a wooden stick, "Didn't you see the foreigner get in the car?" "Boss," the old man muttered, "he's a human being, and we're human too" "Stop talking nonsense!" The policeman grabbed the old man by his chest, and said fiercely to Gao Junman who was already sitting by the window, "You get up too, do you have long ears?" Gao Junman said: "Sir, I'm taking the child" "Are you talking nonsense too?" The policeman stared. "Boss, you see I have so many boxes and parcels" "You're deaf, aren't you?" Wigginski couldn't take it anymore, pointed at Gao Junman and said a few words, Yang Mingzhai immediately translated to the policeman: "Master Yang said, don't chase this lady away, everyone squeeze together, you can sit together. It’s warm, it’s about world unity.” "Yes, yes," the policeman smiled apologetically, "A foreigner has a high nose and a broad breath." Then the railway policeman lowered his face again, raised his black baton, and threatened Gao Junman: "Master Yang told you to sit, so you should sit, and sit properly. Be careful, don't talk to Mr. Yang's face when you talk, and don't step on Mr. Yang when you walk." Your lord's feet!" Only a few minutes after these words were finished, the situation immediately changed. The reason for the change was that two plainclothes policemen in black-sleeved shirts hurriedly squeezed into this carriage from the platform.They stared at the Wiginskis who had settled down, whispered to each other, and then whispered to the uniformed railway policeman. The railway policeman's expression changed rapidly, becoming gloomy. "Hello," the railway policeman squeezed in front of Wiginsky together with two plainclothes men, "Are you from Russia?" The question seemed very rude. Yang Mingzhai replied on his behalf: "Yes." "The emperor of Russia is called Lenin now, isn't he?" Yang Mingzhai shrugged his shoulders, not knowing how to answer for a while. "Are you sent by Lenin?" "No, they are reporters." "Reporter?" The policeman took the press card Wigginski handed over, looked left and right, but didn't understand it. "You are Russian radicals, aren't you?" Wikinsky said: "We are reporters for the famous Soviet newspaper "Zhezht". The policeman stared: "What are you doing here?" "We hope to organize a Sino-Russian news agency in your country." "What are you going to do in Shanghai?" Yang Mingzhai explained on his behalf: "Shanghai, that's the place with the most people, they want to visit." "Who are you looking for?" Yang Mingzhai became popular, he pretended to be a high-class Chinese, and drew a long voice: "He is a foreigner, what are you talking about?" "Who are you looking for?" Two plainclothes policemen rushed forward and asked aggressively, without any politeness, with long faces. "Who are you looking for? There must be someone you are looking for!" Yang Mingzhai said, "It doesn't matter who you ask? Interviews." The plainclothes refused to let go: "Tell me, who does the old man want to talk to?" Gao Junman, who was sitting by the side, suddenly said loudly: "Don't ask me if the radish doesn't take root, they are looking for my husband!" The policeman was taken aback: "You?" "Who is your husband?" The plainclothes stared at him. Gao Junman said in a shrill voice: "My husband's surname is Gao, and he runs a big newspaper in Shanghai! My husband invited them to Shanghai for a walk. What kind of law has he violated? They don't steal or rob. Can't it work? President Xu is not happy, is he?" The three policemen were all overwhelmed by this pungent woman, and couldn't help but look at each other. Gao Junman screamed again: "The train is delayed, why are you dawdling? If you don't hurry, we have to hurry!" At this time, the passengers all started to cheer, and people from the left and the right were all saying: "It's a bit late! What's the matter!" The three policemen couldn't hold on any longer and started to retreat, cursing while kicking the baskets and rattan boxes on the sidewalk. After the train started, Yang Mingzhai approached the window and whispered to Gao Junman, "Thank you, sister-in-law." Gao Junman ignored it and just looked out the window.The trees outside the window are running faster and faster. Heizi climbed onto his mother's lap and asked in a soft voice, "Mom, is your father's last name Gao?" The train entered the Jinpu Railway, crossed the Yangtze River, and then entered the Shanghai-Nanjing Railway. It stopped and stopped all the way, and it took two days and one night to run to Shanghai North Railway Station, which made Gao Junman extremely exhausted.After leaving the station, she got into the carriage that Wang Mengzou had called for a long time ago.Xizi still vaguely recognized Wang Mengzou, and called "Uncle Wang" at the reminder of his mother. After the carriage left the North Station, it trotted all the way, rattling, and entered the French Concession. Pointing to the road ahead, Wang Mengzou said to Gao Junman, "It's just around the corner. This is Xiafei Road, where you used to go. I think that house is really suitable, and Zhongfu will definitely be able to talk about it. " "Is the rent expensive or not?" "They're all old folks from Anhui, and Chen Duxiu is his old subordinate, can they be ripped off?" As soon as the carriage arrived at the door, the beaming Chen Duxiu rushed out. Heizi jumped off the carriage and jumped on it: "Father!" Xizi also rushed forward: "Father!" Chen Duxiu said: "It's been rented! The Bai Mansion has been rented! The upstairs bedroom has everything, a big steel bed, a mahogany cabinet, a big desk! They even said they wouldn't charge me the rent!" Gao Junman laughed and said repeatedly: "Come and move things!" Wang Mengzou said: "Brother Zhongfu, the wife has received it, the child has received it, and brother should return the arrow and return to court after victory?" He smiled and jumped into the carriage and left. Before Wang Mengzou's carriage stopped at the entrance of Yadong Library, the old concierge pushed out the glass door and rushed to report to the carriage with a fuss: "There are foreigners waiting! They are from Russia!" The Wigginskis and Yang Mingzhai were sitting in the business room waiting for Wang Mengzou.The three cups of tea on the counter were cold.Yang Mingzhai said: "You are Mr. Chen Duxiu's landlord, Mr. Wang? These two are journalists from Russia and the Soviet Union. They came to Shanghai to meet Mr. Chen Duxiu and discuss important matters. Here is Mr. Li Dazhao's personal letter." Wang Mengzou accepted Li Dazhao's handwritten letter in doubt, looked at it, and was startled. He quickly opened the glass door, rushed to the street, and shouted to the carriage that was letting go. "Carriage! Come back, carriage!" He called one and another. The two carriages hurried to Lao Yuyangli.The two-story mansion that had just been changed from Bai Mansion to Chen Mansion was quiet at this moment.Wang Mengzou called Zhongfu several times, but there was no reply. So Wang Mengzou walked up the stairs gently.The bedroom door was closed, and he saw Heizi and Xizi lying on the smooth floor outside the door, playing glass balls.All the cages and packages brought from Beijing are still piled outside the door and have not been opened. "Where are Mom and Dad?" Wang Mengzou squatted down. Heizi tapped the closed bedroom door, while continuing to hit the ball with his thumb seriously. Wang Mengzou knocked on the bedroom door: "Brother Zhongfu! Brother Zhongfu!" Nothing happened. Wang Mengzou smiled bitterly in his heart, went downstairs, and said to the white-skinned male and female guests sitting in the living room: "Mr. Chen may not be at home." Yang Mingzhai was surprised, and said repeatedly: "Didn't Mr. Wang say that Mr. Chen just moved into this new house?" "Then I'll look for it again." Wang Meng Zoufu went upstairs again, hesitated for a while, and finally started knocking on the bedroom door again, this time he was a little more vigorous. "Brother Zhongfu, I'm Meng Zou, I know you're all tired," Wang Mengzou said in a low voice, "There are guests coming to see you! They came from afar!" Finally, Chen Duxiu's muffled voice came from the room: "Ask him to come tomorrow!" Wang Mengzou went down the stairs, walked a few steps, thought something was wrong, went upstairs again hesitantly, and whispered through the crack of the door: "It was introduced by Mr. Li from Beijing." "Which Mr. Li?" "Mr. Li Dazhao." "Why didn't you say it earlier!" Chen Duxiu said in a rough voice, and opened the door after a while.He was barefoot and wore a striped pajamas. "Where are people?" "under." "Where's the letter?" "under." Seeing Chen Duxiu rushing down the stairs, Wang Meng became anxious: "Zhongfu, what do you look like?" Chen Duxiu also felt something was wrong, so he went upstairs again, and went downstairs neatly after a few minutes.He didn't seem to see the guest at all, so he first asked Wang Mengzou for a letter. "Where's the letter?" he said aloud. Wang Mengzou took out the letter. After Chen Duxiu finished reading, his eyes lit up.He understood Li Dazhao's intentions very well.This is an opportunity.Li Dazhao in Beijing felt this opportunity from the bottom of his heart, and hoped that Chen Duxiu in Shanghai would feel it with his shoulders at the same time. So Chen Duxiu stared into Wigginski's blue eyes and said in English: "Mr. Wigginski, I am Chen Duxiu. It can be said that I have been looking forward to your coming. I am looking forward to the discussion and cooperation between us!" " "This is the sentence I want to hear the most." Wigginski immediately spread his arms like a big bird, and made a gesture of hugging Chen Duxiu. Afterwards, Chen Duxiu gracefully kissed Mrs. Wikinsky's hand.As soon as the kiss was over, a radiant Gao Junman appeared on the stairs.The appearance of this lady stunned the Wigginskis and Yang Mingzhai immediately. Yang Mingzhai stuttered for a moment: "Comrade Chen Duxiu, is this your wife?" "Bitch, just came to Shanghai from Beijing." "Ah!" Wigginski laughed and said, "Before we cooperated with Comrade Chen, we had worked closely with Mrs. Chen once!" Gao Junman who came downstairs grinned tightly.She recognized her friend on the train.Mrs. Wiginsky rushed up, and immediately embraced Gao Junman tightly. That night, Chen Duxiu couldn't sleep.In the light snoring of the children, he said to Gao Junman's ear: "Do you know that there is a kind of rope that can be tied to twenty-four bronze bells at the same time? I heard that there is a church in Russia In the Orthodox Church, there is such a big rope, which is so complicated that it looks like a rope jacket, and it is worn on the body of the bell ringer. The bell ringer also moves his hands, feet, and buttocks, just like dancing. Jump, and the twenty-four bells will ring together." Gao Junman caressed her husband's thick shoulders.She didn't understand what he meant by this story. "I think," Chen Duxiu blew the hot wind into Gao Junman's ears again, "the face and appearance of the bell ringer is the Wikinsky of today. Don't be surprised, I feel like that .” "Go to sleep," said the wife. "Wijinski is such a dancer. His rope is very long. There is a bell in Shanghai, and he is leading it too." "Go to sleep," said the wife. In the middle of the night, Gao Junman was woken up again by cigar smoke, and she saw a cigarette butt above the pillow flickering. "He's not the bell ringer either," she heard her husband say again. "Who is the bell ringer?" "Lenin," said the husband. When Gao Junman woke up for the second time, it was already dawn.A faint bell sounded from the direction of the customs building, and there was the rustling of the toilet at the entrance of the alley.Chen Duxiu was standing on the terrace, his back was dark, the back of his head was enveloped by bursts of cigar smoke. Gao Junman sighed, walked onto the balcony, and pulled Chen Duxiu back to his room. Chen Duxiu remained motionless. "What are you thinking?" "Thinking of myself." "I don't just think about you alone? Are you still thinking about someone?" "What did you say?" Chen Duxiu turned back. "You are in Shanghai, do you have a woman? I felt this way yesterday when you were making out with me." "You feel strange, and you ask strangely." The wife was silent.The wife knew that her husband had been to many places he shouldn't have been to during his stay in Beijing, at least a university professor shouldn't have been there.These gossips were often reported in the tabloids, but Chen Duxiu never took them seriously when he saw them. For Chen Duxiu, women are as indispensable as air, and the air needs to be fresh.Gao Junman knew this. "Women are important," Chen Duxiu said, "but to me, Junman, you have to remember that fundamentally speaking, I came to this world not for women, but for ideals." Gao Junman put on clothes for her husband.Chen Duxiu stared at the morning sun in the east, and said: "One's whole life is a skin for decades, if you don't focus on seeking the interests of the people of the country, it will be in vain!" "You are a man who either makes women fascinated or frightened." "Wijinski is here, and the bell is ringing. From now on, you will still have days of fear." "I also often wonder, pinching the earlobe, the flesh is not thin, how can I be so unlucky! I am unlucky, but that's all, I just think that the children are pitiful." "That's wrong, Junman, you have to know that the children are not pitiful! It is a blessing to be Chen Duxiu's children!" "Being Chen Duxiu's woman is also a blessing, isn't it?" "As far as I know, Junman, you haven't said anything about ambition for a long time. Just this sentence, I see ambition. Whether I go to jail or beheaded, you have to enjoy it as a blessing!" "Are you talking crazy?" "I'm not crazy. I just want to tell you that I am a person who is restless in my life, and I will always act directly. However, this time, this person will no longer be a lone hero and spread leaflets on the street. He intends to form a group of accomplices, act in groups, and use Marxist theory as a manifesto to save 400 million compatriots from fire and water! If this major event is to be accomplished, it will be tantamount to the sunrise in the east in terms of dispelling the darkness of the country." "I find that I can't understand you more and more." "Aha, you said what I should have said to you." "You are so heartless!" "Mrs. Wiginski, that pretty woman, would never have called her husband that way." Gao Junman was speechless.In this way, Gao Junman started her life in Shanghai again. In fact, she was in an inexplicable tension from the first day, whether it was about Chen Duxiu's doctrine or Chen Duxiu himself. This feeling accompanied her until she left Shanghai for Nanjing with her two children.Before she went to Nanjing, she had already clearly smelled another woman's scent from Chen Duxiu. Chen Duxiu is indeed a person who is sensitive to action.After several conversations with Wiginsky, he decided to immediately form a Communist Party organization in Shanghai, thereby promoting the establishment of Communist Party organizations across the country. It was May, and one morning in May, three men in suits and leather shoes came to knock on the Shikumen of Chen's house with great interest. The knock on the door was an impatient middle-aged man with a bottle of Japanese sake in his hand.This person is Shen Xuanlu, one of the founders of Shanghai's "Weekly Review" and the chairman of the Zhejiang Provincial Parliament two years ago. The one behind him was a young man carrying a small wicker basket, with a dark complexion and protruding cheekbones.He seemed disturbed by the forceful knock on the door early in the morning. "It's too early?" The person said to Shen Xuanlu anxiously.His name is Chen Wangdao, and he was a Chinese teacher at Zhejiang First Normal School. "Good things don't come early!" Shen Xuanlu's mustache curled up.He has a loud voice and strong hands. The other one is Dai Jitao, a regular visitor to Chen's house, he comforted Chen Wangdao and said: "Don't worry, even if Zhongfu is going to get angry, he won't be afraid of being unhappy when there is good news in front of him." Chen Duxiu went downstairs in his pajamas, his face was really displeased.He picked up the pen and wrote the article last night, and he didn't stop writing until the cock crowed. "What's the matter? All of them belong to roosters, and they shout before dawn! Hey, isn't this Mr. Chen Wangdao?" Chen Duxiu recognized it. Chen Wangdao said: "Mr. Chen!" Chen Duxiu understood in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face: "Okay, I already know why Shen Xuanlu is carrying the wine!" Shen Xuanlu laughed out loud. When Chen Wangdao entered the hospital, he hastily opened the rattan basket in his hand, took out an English book in a proper manner, and handed it to Chen Duxiu: "Return the jade to Zhao." "This is called Returning the Complete Bi to Chen!" Dai Jitao corrected with a smile, "There is one more volume, which must be returned to Dai after the complete Bi!" Sure enough, Chen Wangdao took out another book and said respectfully, "Return it to Mr. Dai!" Dai Jitao accepted the book and explained to Chen Duxiu: "I gave him the Japanese version of the "Communist Manifesto", which I brought back from Tokyo. He mainly translated it from the Japanese version. Your English version of the "Communist Manifesto" For his important reference when translating. Zhongfu, do you know that Mr. Chen Wangdao hid in his hometown in Yiwu and spent three months translating at night with a firewood hut, a board table, and an oil lamp. It’s so hard! Mr. Chen, quickly get the translation and show it to Brother Zhongfu!” Chen Wangdao carefully took out a large stack of translated manuscripts from the rattan basket. Shen Xuanlu praised: "Zhongfu, I, a fellow from Zhejiang, have lived up to everyone's expectations!" Chen Duxiu lifted the manuscript and read: "A specter, the specter of communism, lingers in Europe! Ah, ah, just read a few lines, and you will know that Mr. Chen Wangdao's translation is beautiful! Come, sit in the living room!" Shen Xuanlu sat down, pointed to Chen Wangdao and said, "Zhongfu, Mr. Chen Wangdao will not return to Zhejiang when he comes to Shanghai. I have already discussed with Ji Tao that he will be hired as the editor of "Weekly Review"!" Chen Duxiu drank, "Where's the wine?" Shen Xuanlu said: "Yes!" Chen Duxiu stomped his feet: "Why don't you drink?" Gao Junman appeared at the stairs, with disheveled hair: "Master, your blood pressure has been high these two days!" Chen Duxiu said: "The specter of communism has entered the house, no matter how high your blood pressure is, you have to raise your glass! Drink!" Shen Xuanlu happily shouted: "Drink!" Chen Duxiu said: "Junman, quickly serve the wine glass! There are spiced peanuts in the cabinet! I bought them yesterday!" Gao Junman brought the white porcelain wine cups, lined them up with ding ding dong dong, and everyone poured them one by one. Chen Duxiu raised his wine glass and said: "One is Marx and Engels, the other is Chen Wangdao, the third is Li Dazhao who lent me the English version, the fourth is Dai Jitao who contributed the Japanese version, and the fifth is Shen Xuanlu who sincerely hired Chen Wangdao to work in Shanghai. cheers!" Everyone was delighted to hear this, and shouted "Cheers!" Just as they were about to drink, they heard Chen Duxiu urgently shout: "Slow down!" Chen Duxiu said: "I am excited today, so I would like to say a few more words. This "Communist Manifesto" can be said to be the bible of communists all over the world. It was originally in German, and later it was published in English, Russian, and French. Chinese version and Spanish version. In China, there has never been a complete translation. In Beijing and Nanjing newspapers, there are quite a few chapters translated intermittently. Mr. Shouchang and I have talked more than once about when there will be a Chinese version of the "Communist Manifesto" What? When I went south to Shanghai, Li Shouchang specially borrowed the English version of the "Communist Manifesto", and asked me to find someone to translate it after I arrived in Shanghai, and strive to publish it in print. Later, I found this Zhejiang Yiwu native! I gave I gave him the English version, and Ji Tao gave him the Japanese version. Aha, thanks to you, Chen Wangdao, who is from Yiwu. Yiwu people are known for their tough bones. When Qi Jiguang fought against the Japanese, he specially recruited Yiwu people to form the Qi family army, and he was invincible. It seems that you, Chen Wangdao, are also invincible. You must be the successor of the Qi family army. Wangdao, you have made great achievements today! You have stood up for the communists in China! Come on, come on, you have your own victory for the Chinese communists! Full translation Bible, cheers!" Shen Xuanlu immediately tugged at Chen Duxiu's sleeves, and asked in a low voice about the funding for publishing. A book was about to be published, but there was only one word of money to get around. He knew that Chen Duxiu had no money.Chen Duxiu told him that foreigners are willing to contribute money, but Shen Xuanlu didn't understand. When he asked which foreigner it was, Chen Duxiu said Wikinsky, and Shen Xuanlu understood, and at the same time he was relieved. Otherwise, he, a small rich man, must be generous. Unpacked. Everyone was happy that the translation and publication of the manuscript would not be a problem. They toasted together and were waiting for a drink when they suddenly heard Chen Duxiu say "slow" with great enthusiasm.陈独秀环视大家，说：“还有一句重要之言，必得先说。” 沈玄庐大大地不满意了，说：“唉，这杯酒怎么这么难喝。说到底，还不是你陈家之酒，是我沈家的酒！” 陈望道想笑，不敢笑。 陈独秀激情难抑地说：“你陈望道既已译了《共产党宣言》，就是半个共产党人了。你戴季陶你沈玄庐虽为国民党员，但向以《星期评论》为喇叭鼓吹社会主义，又联合翻译了考茨基的《马克思的经济学说》，第一次向国人介绍了马克思的《资本论》，这么说，也该是半个共产党人了。既为同道，便是同党，我们上海的共产党组织也该应运而生了！” 还不等大家接口，忽有一戴眼镜者闯门而入，连呼：“这个主意好！这个主意好！” 李汉俊来了。李汉俊也是考茨基那部书的译者之一，也算上海《星期评论》的创刊人，三个月前《星期评论》编辑所从爱多亚路新民里五号搬到了他的白尔路三益里十七号私宅，他更成了这本明星杂志的中坚，陈独秀常去白尔路，他也常来渔阳里，双方都是直进直出，不拘礼节。高君曼赶紧补送一只酒杯，沈玄庐为李汉俊斟了酒。 李汉俊说：“共产主义信仰者若没有自己的组织，没有实际行动，只是做文章说空话，决不能推动中国革命。仲甫兄昨日还跟我说过这个意思。” 陈独秀大笑，拍拍李汉俊的肩，说：“什么我的意思，中国要成立无产者之政党，最早还是你汉俊的意思嘛！” 陈独秀记性好，说的没有错，李汉俊确实是中国最早提出需要成立无产阶级政党的中国人。去年秋天，李汉俊从日本人手中翻译了《世界思潮之方向》后，就在译文中写下了“人家叫我民党或革命党，我应该有切实的打算”，陈独秀读过译文本《世界思潮之方向》，体会得到译者李汉俊的激动，实际上他当时在北京读到李汉俊的这句话的时候，心里也是一动的。 李汉俊说：“仲甫既然拿了主意，我岂有不来啸聚的？” 陈独秀于是问：“那么，诸位意下如何？” 沈玄庐嚷：“这还用说？我们以举酒代替举手，先把这杯酒干了吧？” 见酒杯一只只举起来，陈独秀又把手一挥，说：“慢！” 沈玄庐愕然了：“你还慢、慢、慢，你今天存心不让我们有口福，是不是？” 陈独秀说：“一个党的取名，如同一个人的取名一样，必得响亮。名亮则路宽，路宽则人众，人众则事成。我们既然组党，必先要取一个亮堂堂的名称。” “啊，也对，也对，”戴季陶说，“就如安庆有亮堂堂的独秀之山，安庆人就有亮堂堂的独秀之名。” 陈望道说：“我们按不按马克思的取名呢？” 陈独秀斟酌一番，说：“那就取名中国共产党，如何？” 李汉俊赞同：“我看可以。” “依我看，不妥。”戴季陶表示了异议，“中国信仰共产主义者并不多，凤之毛，麟之角，还不如取一个更易于大众理解的称谓，比如：中国社会党。” “更是不妥，更是不妥，”李汉俊摇手，“天津的江亢虎就成立过中国社会党。” 沈玄庐寻思半天，说：“体肤为社会党，骨肉为共产党，也是一法。” 陈独秀说：“兹事体大，我还是写封信去北京，与李守常商议之后再定。” 沈玄庐忽然大叫：“管他什么名，先把这杯酒干了好不好？举得手都发酸了！仲甫，不准你再说慢了，你敢再说一声慢，沈某人跟你拼了！” 陈独秀说：“干！干！” 酒杯互碰，叮当一片，众人终于喝成了酒。沈玄庐带的酒还是好酒，“月桂冠”牌，陈独秀避难日本时就喜欢喝这牌子。 陈独秀当夜就喷着酒气，提笔给李大钊写了封长长的信。 这一天的暮色之中，李大钊走入后闸胡同，一推进家门，妻子赵纫兰就迎了上来。“这么迟才回来？开会了？” 李大钊说：“复了一封长信，很紧要，寄上海的。” 赵纫兰猜出来了：“给陈先生的？” 李大钊接到陈独秀的长长的信函后，旋即也复了一封长信，郑重建议中国共产主义政党的名称，还是叫中国共产党为好。 赵纫兰为丈夫换上拖鞋。李大钊说：“仲甫在上海已经开始行动了，我在北京也须加快步伐。明天我就想找几个人谈谈，好在湖南的毛润之为驱张之事也在北京。” 赵纫兰一拍手：“啊呀，忘了告诉你，那个毛润之前两天来家里找过你。” “他来过了？” “说是辞行来的，他要去上海，有一批湖南青年要去法国勤工俭学，他说要赶去送行。” 毛泽东挽起裤管，把自己的光脚放入溪泉中。 这里是山东曲阜孔庙，松柏长得密密麻麻。 毛泽东在南下上海途中，特意在山东的泰山和曲阜等地停留。来曲阜，自然是想看看孔子的故居和墓地。 毛泽东揩干净双脚，穿上黑面布鞋，径往大成殿而去。 入了空无一人的大成殿，迎面便是孔子塑像。毛泽东觉着了一阵阴凉，顿感气氛庄肃。孔子的面相发黑。 毛泽东观视塑像良久，末了，一屁股坐下来。 他一时觉得有满腹的话，闲坐无事的孔子恰可以做他的对谈者。 “孔老夫子啊，孔老夫子，三千年前，你的弟子在树下躲了雨，我毛泽东今日也在孔府的树下躲了雨；你的弟子洗了脚，我毛泽东今日也洗了脚。既已濯足，便为弟子，不管你相认不相认，我毛泽东自今日始，算是你孔老夫子的弟子喽！” 说到此处，毛泽东前倾弯腰，鞠了一躬。 “去年这个时候，北京大呼要打倒你的孔家店，我在湖南，也挥拳高呼砸烂孔家店。如今想一想，你老夫子开过店吗？你不是开店之人，你当不了掌柜的。你就是开店，也开不出一家好店来！你呀，老夫子，你无非就是一匹马，一辆车，坑坑洼洼到处走罢了。你既未开过店，我们为什么要跟你这个假店主过不去呢？你想过这个道理没有？看来你没有想过。我倒是想过了，我今天告诉你，其中之关键，是你的文章没有做好。” 孔子沉闷不语。毛泽东摇了摇头。 “你虽述而不作，但是你之所述，其实，也并不漂亮。大约是你老了，所以蠢话很多。你用你的语言搓了一根绳子，这根绳子本来是挂你的店牌的，你却没有去挂，反而拿来束缚国人的手脚，尤其是我们青年人的手脚。这一缚，就缚了两千多年。须知束缚是有代价的。既有束缚，便有反抗。所以我们这些晚辈就认定你有一家店，便要用石头来砸你这个店。我小名石三伢子，我这块石头虽不大，也是砸着见痛的哟！” 说到这里，毛泽东笑起来。 “但是你不要怕，”毛泽东又说，“你连个店号也没有，你怕什么？如今要怕的，倒是我们这些石头，包括我这个石三伢子。我们砸了你的店子，我们又开什么店呢？我们能卖什么东西呢？其实，老夫子啊，我们也没个店号，我们再怎么盘算，也盘算不出有哪一票扎扎实实的货于今可以卖给国人。所以，没法子啰，我毛泽东今天还是愿意跑来这里，来你老夫子面前洗一回脚，做一回你的弟子！好歹你还有个学而时习之，不亦乐乎，我愿意听；你还有个有教无类，我愿意听；你还有个未知生，焉知死，我愿意听！我这么说，你老人家该满意了吧？” 毛泽东等了半天，没听孔子言语，便长叹一声，起身，袖子一挥，走了。 大成殿前松柏摇动。毛泽东一步步踱于松柏之下，神思凝重，凝重之间还颇有些怆然。中国叫孔夫子摆弄了这么多年，什么东西都集“大成”了，积重难返，要改变一点什么，真个是难，但是一个民族总是要有新路摆在眼面前的，孩子一代一代生出来，路总是要不断地走下去的。孔夫子之后，该走什么路呢？中国总不能再走死路吧？虽说死路两旁一直是松柏常青。 毛泽东到了上海，到处打听陈独秀，都没结果。 他来上海，其目的，除了送别赴法勤工俭学的湖南青年之外，就是想求教陈独秀。他觉得陈独秀应是孔夫子之后的“集大成者”，虽然还没见陈独秀端出自己的完完整整的主义，但是站在其身旁的两位先生，一位赛先生，一位德先生，却早已在中国知识界深入人心了。 而陈独秀这一时期却没有多谈这两位“先生”，他谈工人，他现在已经明白去年李大钊老是谈工人的意思了，他连续几天都忙于在上海纺织工人集中地小沙渡作演讲。中国产业工人的人数虽还有限，但其觉悟和组织程度，已越来越为此时的陈独秀所关注。 讲台下人头攒动，刚下班的满脸疲惫的纱厂女工们慢慢汇聚在这里，一齐睁大眼睛听陈独秀演讲。 “诸位工人师傅都知道自己的力量吗？”陈独秀现在的演讲，握拳头的动作越来越多。这里是沪西小沙渡工人补习学校前面的露天讲台，陈独秀面对的是密密麻麻的纺织女工的眼睛。这些眼睛总是明亮者少，灰暗者多。“我们扯山海经的时候，总是说，我们不过是个小小的工人，能有什么力量呢？工人师傅们，你们是有力量的！你们看看四周，我们每一个人穿的衣服，不都是你们纺的纱、织的布？要是没有你们，所有的人不都要活活冻死么？商人还能做生意吗？兵士们还能打仗吗？小孩子还能长大吗？街上还有人走吗？” 一个小个子工人慌慌忙忙挤进人群，又挤到演讲台边上，看他那副紧张如满弦的神情，十有八九隐藏着坏消息。果不其然，当他把李汉俊召下演讲台耳语几句之后，李汉俊的脸色也顿然变了。 李汉俊跳上台，捅捅陈独秀后腰，低声示警：“警察马上要到，停止演讲！” 陈独秀不睬，继续打手势，他正在兴头上。 “你们要懂得，这世界，本来就是你们创造的！没有你们便没有世界！但是，你们创造了世界，世界却仍旧叫你们受穷，你们辛辛苦苦，起早摸黑，饿了，吃不饱！冷了，没衣穿！病了，缺钱抓药！生下孩子，念不起书！工友们，兄弟姐妹们，你们要团结起来，改善自己的境遇啊！” 工人们听得专注，许多眼睛在慢慢亮起来，而李汉俊心里的鼓点此时也越来越响，细细密密的冷汗从他的额上渗了出来。他摘下眼镜擦一擦，擦的时候他觉得自己的手指在打抖。他很不满意陈独秀的故作镇静，这不是革命者应有的风度。 “仲甫，还是走吧？”他又悄悄伸手，扯陈独秀的西装衣襟，扯得很有力。 陈独秀烦了，一把将他搡开，继续大声说：“工人兄弟姐妹们，你们要想改进自己的境遇，不结成团体，那是不行的。但是，我要告诉你们，像上海的工人团体，就是再结一万个也都是不行的！新的工会，一大半是下流政客在里面出风头，旧的工会公所里面，一大半也是店东工头在那里包办。他们不会给你们谋取任何利益！觉悟的工人呵，你们要另外联合起来，组织起你们真正的工人团体！你们要用自己做工的双手，替自己谋利益！” “对！”人群中有人喝彩，“陈先生说得好！” 陈独秀大声喊：“工人兄弟姐妹们啊，团结，就是力量啊，五指捏拢，就是拳头啊” 话没讲完，李汉俊一把扯住他，就往台下跑。陈独秀正待发火，却已经听见有人惊叫“警察”，人群哗的一下开始大乱，女工们一齐发出尖喊声，这喊声犹如几百块窗玻璃同时碎裂。 李汉俊迅速翻过讲台后边的一堵围墙，有工人托了他一把。然而陈独秀却不行，接连爬了几下，虽手上都是青苔，却还是没有翻过围墙。陈独秀心里骂，屁股底下这五六双手怎么都轻绵绵的，还不如高君曼那双手，他家厨房里那扇窗子那么高那么窄，他还是能像条鱼一样钻出去。就在这么想着的时候，他觉得自己已经像朵云一样飞了起来，接着便与小半堵墙一起轰隆而坠了。他觉得屁股痛，而一动弹，又觉得右脚比屁股还痛。他喊李汉俊，没回音，不知是被接走了还是被抓走了。 “过激分子跑了！翻墙了！”墙隔壁有人喊，并且有警笛嘟嘟响。 陈独秀咬着牙站起，一瘸一拐奔逃。他想，再痛也得忍着，不逃不行，上海警察不见得比北京警察心肠软。但是在翻过一道黄泥土墙之后，他只感到脚踝钻心般痛，刚想喘气，忽又听见警察的沙哑的喊声：“在这里！” 陈独秀心里急，想使劲跑，又想干脆不跑了，娘的，站下来不跑，又怎么样呢？正在犹豫当中，忽然耳边响起一个女人的声音：“快进这儿！”接着他就感觉到有一只手狠狠拉了他一把。 这是一个暗黑的门洞。陈独秀闻到了女人的气息。这个女人在暗黑之处使劲按着他的头，不让他动弹。 门洞外响起纷乱的脚步声，间杂着警察的大呼小叫声，如同一股浊流，哗哗而来，又滚滚而去。陈独秀在暗黑之中抬起眼睛，想看清一个人的脸，但是他看不清，只感觉这个人脸很白。 “你是谁？”他问。 "doctor." “医生？你是医生？” “我是医生。” “为什么我伤了，就会有医生出来？” “我一直在听你演讲。你说话真是有力。你的脚扭伤了，你该用点药。” 女人说话的声音很柔，耐听。陈独秀再不言语。几分钟后，她扶着他穿过一个门洞，又穿过一条窄窄的里弄。陈独秀现在才看清了她，她一张脸很漂亮，眼睛和眉毛都很细，鼻梁挺挺的。陈独秀一直没有吭声，任凭那女人叫了一辆黄包车，坐了上去，几个弯之后，他又被扶进了一间旧旧的平房，平房里都是质地很沉重的家具，空气中弥漫着一股药水味儿。 按照女人的吩咐，陈独秀倒在一张竹躺椅里，然后把右脚高高架起。 女人叫他忍住痛，脱了他的旧皮鞋，又脱了他的湿漉漉的袜子。浓浓的臭味从空中一阵阵散开出来。女人闻着，也不回避，也无表情。她先用毛巾，再用酒精，净了他的脚，然后调和着一种褐色药膏，仔细地为他敷抹。陈独秀龇牙咧嘴，感觉到又凉又痛，但是他没有发出任何声音。他在心里已经确认她是个医生了。医生这种职业，他一向是敬佩的。女人问他痛不痛。陈独秀说：“稍微有一点。我在北京也翻过一次墙，脚也扭过。” “那就是陈伤了。”女人说。 一个男孩探进头来，四五岁的模样，脸很圆，头发盖在眉毛上。他看看陌生人，又看看女人，说：“妈，我要吃番薯。” “自己去锅里拿，乖！”女人说。 孩子走了。陈独秀问：“你先生呢？” “别提他。” 为什么别提呢？陈独秀木然，后来又摇摇头。 女人笑一下，说：“我是一双他穿过的鞋子，说扔就扔。扔了都五年了。” 陈独秀瞧着自己的光脚丫子出神。 "What's your name?" he asked. “施芝英。” “听我演讲，什么感觉？” “没听你讲话之前，我是这个感觉。”施芝英伸手，按熄电灯，房间顿时一片灰暗。“听你一番讲话，就是这个感觉。” 她复又打开了灯。 陈独秀觉得这女人聪明。 “书生之言，不会有这番功用吧？”陈独秀淡然地说，一边说，一边心里振奋。他始终明白自己讲演的那种冲击力。 施芝英的回答态度诚恳：“不然，我也不会救你。我一个弃妇，敢背你敢扶你么？” 陈独秀盯着这位穿着碎花儿布衫的女医生，仔细盯着，长时间盯着。这时候女医生就发出了一声笑，笑声碎碎的，同时，她的笑容很妩媚。 就在这一刻，相隔四个街区的上海半淞园里，站在九曲桥边的毛泽东兴致也很高。 “诸位，诸位，”毛泽东高高举手，摇着，招呼众人，“离别时分，大家来合个影！你们到法兰西，我留在岳麓山，又要几度春秋不见故人喽！” 一群来自湘江岸畔的男女青年在上海半淞园聚会。几天后，其中的六位就将登轮赴法留学。 “润之！”赴法留学青年萧子璋忽然举起双手，按在毛泽东肩头，两眼直瞪，“你说实话，你是不是舍不得抛下你的杨开慧？” “哪里话！” “那就横下一条心，走！两天之后，跟我们一起登船，到法兰西喝咖啡去！那名单上，本来就有你毛润之嘛！” 有人附和，都说要毛泽东同去。毛泽东笑，摆摆手，他是铁了心不留洋的，于是他这样大声说：“第一，毛泽东不懂洋文，怕到了法兰西受气。子璋，你忘了？那天跟你学法语，三天没记准一个词。第二，大家都走了，总还要留个把人看看家吧？开开窗呀，扫扫地呀，看看这个很不干净的家到底还得怎么打扫呀，家里弄干净也很要紧啊，你们日后就不回湖南老家了？”