Chapter 31 Prologue

The idea of ​​writing something based on Gao Lao's revolutionary career has been around for a long time.When I first transferred to Beijing to work as a secretary for Mr. Gao, I thought about it very seriously.However, Mr. Gao was still working at that time and was very busy with work. It was almost impossible to sit down and review the past with me.It wasn't until last autumn, when Mr. Gao stepped back completely, that the old man didn't have so many things to worry about, and I felt that the time had come, so I brought up the matter of writing a book in a roundabout way. After hearing this, Mr. Gao laughed, and said: "Good! Good! However, in my personal opinion, it is better not to highlight me and not to publicize individuals. History is created by the people, so we should publicize the people more!" I said: "In Today, when the ideals of the younger generation are indifferent, it is very meaningful to review the history of revolutionary struggles of your older generation!"

Gao Lao leaned on the sofa for a long time without making a sound.I can guess what he's thinking.Nine times out of ten, he was thinking about his son Zhenhua who was not up to the mark.Zhenhua has given the old people enough trouble, and in my opinion, belongs to that generation of indifferent ideals.In order to get rich, this young man can do all sorts of absurd things, bluffing and cheating under the banner of an old man, starting a company for a while, and engaging in smuggling for a while, and the unclear business has reached Hong Kong and the United States.I know that Zhenhua stabbed Louzi. I was arrested in Guangzhou last year, and I brought him back with Gao Lao's letter.

Mr. Gao must have thought of his son, stared and thought for a moment, and said meaningfully: "I'm afraid it's too late, I'm afraid our history will hardly impress them! In their view, the country we conquered belongs to them as a matter of course. However, our spirit does not belong to them! If they had our revolutionary spirit back then, they wouldn’t be so absurd!” Mr. Gao was in a bad mood at that time, even a little desolate. His wife Lingfeng had just passed away, and his only son Gao Zhenhua Mistakes continue, and I often see him sitting alone in front of the lamp, silently in a daze.

About a week later, Mr. Gao said he was going out for a walk, and asked me to go with him and talk while walking. The first stop was Qingpu City.The top leaders of the Qingpu party, government and army personally received them, and it was very lively for a few days.A few days later, Mr. Gao did not allow Qingpu's comrades to follow and accompany him.The old man told Qingpu Municipal Party Committee Secretary and Fleet Commander that he wanted to be quiet and quiet, and that he wanted to take a good look at the places where he worked and fought. The first place Gao Lao wanted to see was Zhonglie Mausoleum.According to Mr. Gao, Zhonglie Mausoleum is a very famous place, but none of the leaders of Qingpu City know where it is.Mr. Gao said that it was on the hillside of Huaying Mountain. He said that when he was the secretary of the Municipal Party Committee in Qingpu before 1955, the Mausoleum of Zhonglie had been well protected.After all, I confidently took me and a group of entourage to Huaying Mountain.As a result, several cars circled Huaying Mountain twice, but did not find the stele and mausoleum of Zhonglie Mausoleum.Elder Gao was very angry. He decided that the stele and the mausoleum had been destroyed by his successors. The car turned around and drove straight to the municipal party committee. It was a reprimand to find the secretary of the municipal party committee, scolding him for not understanding history.

The next day, the secretary of the municipal party committee came here in fear, claiming that the stele and the mausoleum of the Zhonglie Mausoleum were still there, and that they hadn’t been destroyed by anyone, but had been confined to the gasoline depot at the foot of the mountain.Under the leadership of the secretary of the Municipal Party Committee, Mr. Gao and we walked through the gasoline depot and climbed to the mountainside of Huaying, where we found the stone tablet and the mausoleum. Steles and mausoleums have been destroyed in a disgraceful manner.The stele was obviously vandalized during the "Cultural Revolution". All the writing on the stele was deliberately chiseled out, and the top of the stele was also cracked.Due to the long-term lack of repairs, the mausoleum cracked into several large pieces, like an old walnut that was cracked open, and weeds grew wildly everywhere in the mausoleum area.

Standing in front of the mausoleum leaning on a cane, Mr. Gao pointed to the stele and said to the secretary of the municipal party committee: "Do you know who is buried here? Have you heard of the 1925 General League strike in Qingpu? A person who doesn't know his own city A man of history, how can he manage his own city well?!” The secretary of the municipal party committee said that he knew about the General League strike in 1925, and that the Municipal Party History Office was editing and publishing relevant historical materials, and he even wrote a preface.Gao Lao snapped his cane: "Now that you know, why don't you repair this mausoleum? Why did you allow the gasoline depot to enclose it in the big wall?" Without allowing the secretary of the municipal party committee to answer, Gao Lao turned around and held the tomb with his cane. Swipe towards the gasoline depot at the foot of the mountain, "The oil depot is not allowed to expand above the Mausoleum of the Martyrs. I tore down the upper wall and built it below. Also, a cement road leading to the mausoleum will be built on the other side of the mountain. Otherwise, move the oil depot for me!"

Gao Lao seemed to be back in office for a while, and gave orders to the secretary of the municipal party committee majesticly, and wishful thinking to build a mountain park with the Mausoleum of Zhonglie as the center.The secretary of the municipal party committee responded piously and wrote it down in his notebook.But I knew in my heart that this old man would not really do it in all likelihood. I have seen this kind of thing a lot. Their current land lords are very capable of deceiving old men! In the evening, we had a big banquet as usual. Mr. Gao was emotional and drank two more glasses of Moutai. He couldn't sleep due to insomnia, so he chatted with me endlessly.The conversation naturally moved away from the martyr's tomb and the 1925 General League strike.

Gao Lao said with deep thought: "...The General League strike in 1925 is something I will never forget! I was 22 years old at that time, and I joined the party for just over a year. The Secretariat of the Chinese Labor Organization sent me from Beijing to Qingpu. They were sent to Qingpu together with me. There is also a classmate named Ji Boshun, who was also a party member at the time, and later became a counter-revolutionary Trotskyite. At that time, the Kuomintang and the Communist Party were cooperating, and Mr. Sun Yat-sen had just passed away. A member of the Communist Party, and also a member of the Kuomintang. Every meeting, he bows to the portrait of the Prime Minister—the Prime Minister is Premier Sun, not our Premier Zhou! He also has to recite his will: "The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still have to work hard." At that time, the KMT and the Communist Party were real Cooperation is not fake cooperation. As soon as the "May 30th Massacre" happened in Shanghai, Qingpu, under the joint mobilization of our KMT and CCP, broke out! Even when the imperialists intervened and the reactionary warlords suppressed it, the KMT members did not back down! On the morning of the retreat, if it weren't for the cover of He Gongcheng buried in Zhonglie Mausoleum and another Kuomintang member named An Zhongliang, I might not be alive today!

"It was October 17, 1925. I remember it very clearly. It was a cloudy, rainy, foggy day. The comrades who should go have all left. In the living room at 125 William Street where we had a meeting, only me and An Zhongliang and He Gongcheng. Ordinarily, I should have evacuated to Lushun with Ji Boshun and Zheng Shaobai, another worker party member, but I didn’t want to go! How could a communist leave the bloody basic masses at this time? Isn't it the style of the Communists! I can't go! So, something happened..."