Chapter 13 ten

Then came white snow, ice again and again, a gray overcast sky.Under the veil of severe cold, all fantasies and dreams were frozen, and only serious reality pushed Ms. Mei forward.The power that was always stirring in the depths of her heart seemed to be temporarily frozen. The rapid development of the current situation requires more young people to participate in the activities.Ms. Mei also accepted this historical mobilization order.In a hurry and excitedly, she lived through the winter. But spring came again.It's still the spring that made people meditate, dream, and think back. In the afternoon of that day, the sunlight lying on the road reflected heat that should not be underestimated. A large queue of passengers spewed out at Shanghai-Nanjing Station. Ms. Mei jumped off the tram and slid into the crowd of shouting people like a water snake.Suddenly she stood up and exposed and criticized various idealism, metaphysics, and social Darwinism. , gaze to the right.On a rickshaw heading north quickly sat a slender boy who looked very much like Liang Gangfu. "Did he come back?" Ms. Mei wondered in surprise as she watched the car that got farther and smaller.But the rushing crowd didn't allow her to look at it for another second.Squeezing up from behind, a crab-shell face squirting garlic smell blocked Ms. Mei's view, and pushed her forward again.

The station was also full of people; they either lowered their heads and hurried away, or looked around as if looking for something.Ms. Mei subconsciously bought a platform ticket, and then mixed with the crowd of people pouring out.She pays attention to every face swaying towards her, and for some reason, she can see some curves and wrinkles similar to Liang Gangfu on each face.But she repeated the numbers in her heart, eleven, twelve, one, two, three, four, five.Isn't it a full half a year and hang some odds?Shouldn't you be back!The preparatory meetings for the National Assembly are long over.A few days ago, I heard that he was being transferred back!The struggle here is expanding day by day, and many people are needed.So it must be!

With such a conclusion, Ms. Mei pushed forward even harder.Already on the platform.She instinctively walked towards the crowd of people beside the pile of luggage over there, with a smile on her lips.Then suddenly the smile disappeared, and her face changed to serious.This meaning flashed across her bewildered heart: He is back, so he will break her heart that has been calm for several months?The fact is clearly stated here, I shouldn't fall into this infatuation again!He has a beloved person in Beijing, the Beijing where he has been staying for more than half a year and is just now coming back!

Ms. Mei bit her lip, trying to suppress the bitterness that rose to the tip of her nose, and walked faster with her head lowered. Suddenly her arm was pulled, and a cheerful voice washed away her depression: "We're all here, May!" It was Xu Qijun, followed by a smiling Li Wuji.His gaze was fixed on Ms. Mei's face, as if he was still asking: "Is your study time almost over? Please give me a definitive answer now!" Ms. Mei avoided Li Wuji's gaze and was busy talking with Xu Qijun.Porters from the station arrived with five or six pieces of luggage.Ms. Mei glanced at it and said:

"You two have so much luggage!" "It's all mine. Mr. Li didn't bring any luggage. We met in the car." "It seems that you may not go back to Nanjing again?" "I can't even go back!" Xu Qijun said with emotion, then added with a smile: "It's inconvenient here, I'll tell you in detail later." The luggage was put on the trolley and pushed away, and the three followed, exchanging short and fragmented conversations.Xu Qijun first wanted to find someone at the Mengyuan Hotel on Sanma Road, and she asked Ms. Mei to accompany her.So he handed over all the luggage to Li Wuji and asked him to take it to Ms. Mei's residence.

What Xu Qijun is looking for is Xu Ziqiang, her cousin.Ms. Mei no longer remembers this tricky and eccentric young man.Xu Ziqiang, however, was very affectionate upon meeting, like an old friend whom he sees every day.Now he is tall and strong, and his formerly triangular face has become square.He has been changed, only his disorganized manner of talking is still the same as before, gradually recalling in Ms. Mei's dusty memory the funny scene by the small river near Zhiben Public School.Xu Qijun heard Ziqiang finished talking about the situation on the way from Guangzhou, then turned to Ms. Mei and said:

"It's inconvenient to talk about it in detail at the station. I'm really in danger this time. I don't know why this self-improvement young master telegraphed me, saying that he has something to come to Nanjing and asked me to prepare—I don't know what to prepare; The telegram is a first-class official telegram, sent from Guangzhou, and the tone is vague. Naturally, the Martial Law Command is coming to find me. I am lucky that I never fell into their hands. But I have been hiding for five or six days. Hey, brother, what do you have? What was the telegram about?" "Is there anything? No. Telegrams are just for fun. They don't cost money anyway."

Xu Ziqiang replied with a mischievous smile. "Don't forget that this is another world!" Ms. Mei interjected softly, and slipped her charming eyes onto Xu Ziqiang's face, remembering how this young man was entangled with her in the past, she couldn't help but smile slightly. "That's why it's interesting in Guangzhou, Mi Sime, it's interesting there! Every day is lively. Fighting wars, catching reactionaries, holding mass meetings, shouting slogans; after the meeting, after shouting slogans, go to the Asia Hotel to get a room—" Xu Ziqiang suddenly stopped, looked at Ms. Mei and smiled.A half sentence of naked words had already rushed to his teeth, and finally felt that it was in the mouth, so he swallowed it reluctantly, and only replaced it with a smile.

"Why did you come to Shanghai again?" Xu Qijun asked very unhappy. "Oh, well, since I've asked for a month's leave, I'm going to come here for a visit. After winning the battle, everyone wants to take a few days off, wear a new suit, and be happy!" "But I want to advise you to be more cautious and watch out for trouble!" It seems that Xu Qijun's words were too harsh, and Xu Ziqiang, a young officer, couldn't stand it.He defended fiercely, and boasted messily about how many "big things" he had done.The sister and brother talked more and more wrong, and finally Xu Qijun and Ms. Mei left the Mengyuan Hotel with a straight face, without telling her brother her address.

There are several "sandaotou" standing at the corner of Zhejiang Road and Nanjing Road.Their hands were on their hips, and their fingers were on the barrels of the shiny black Browning guns, and their blue eyes shone fiercely on the faces of passers-by.Ms. Mei and Xu Qijun also received such a hideous glance.Five or six "stable citizens" gathered in front of a cigarette paper shop, whispering to each other as if discussing something.When Ms. Mei walked past them, they were also stared at suspiciously.Suddenly, she shouted from the back of her head, and Ms. Mei looked back. The big black hands of the Indian patrols roughly hit two or three on the shoulders. A small group of people in front of the cigarette paper shop immediately fled and scattered, but stopped not far away. , secretly staring blankly.

Two pairs of Indian horse patrols, both with carbine on their backs, came from Luxi, circled in front of the main entrance of Yong'an Company for a while, and then slowly headed west again.Here and there lay three or four leaflets in the ruts of the auto-rickshaws.The beautiful facades of the two department stores facing each other still suck in and spit out groups of customers: businessmen with big bellies, gentlemen who are striding forward, young women in fashionable dresses that show most of their arms but do not let their necks see the sun, wear A Western woman in a tulle shirt that almost bares her upper body like a long vest.And amidst this colorful crowd, there are strangely eye-catching and somewhat "three-headed", Indian patrols, and detectives in black silk long gowns with protruding stomachs, rushing back and forth. It is the bustling and calm as usual, but the bustling and calm after the big storm! The unhappy faces of the people were obviously disturbed and unhappy. "Today is the second day of mobilization to give speeches, in order to arouse the public's attention to the Gu Zhenghong case, and also to oppose the printing of additional laws, licenses for the exchange, and donations to the docks! Look at the intimidation of imperialism as if it were an enemy! " When she arrived at the gate of Yong'an, Ms. Mei whispered in Xu Qijun's ear. The two looked at each other and smiled, and walked into the department store. Xu Qijun also planned to buy some practical products.They reached the third floor and then turned to the fourth floor.There are not many customers here, and there are only a few of them, and they are all just looking around.The clerks were lazily leaning against the counter, chatting in twos and threes. The relaxed look was very much like talking about the newly rehearsed "organized background, civilized play with eight-tone play".Xu Qijun was looking at a row of small German-made clocks in front of the clock department. Ms. Mei ran up from behind and touched her elbow lightly.Ms. Mei, who had been listening to the conversations of the shop assistants with half her ear, heard a few shocking words at this moment.Xu Qijun turned to face her companion, and was about to ask what was the matter, when Ms. Mei's eyes suddenly averted, and she flung them to a row of windows next to the road.A door leading to the balcony was open, and a tall and tall man was leaning against the door with his face turned outward.A smile floated on the corner of Ms. Mei's mouth, and without looking at Xu Qijun, she quickly ran to the man. When the distance was less than half a foot, Ms. Mei recognized that it was Liang Gangfu, and at the same time he turned around. "Sure enough, you are back! I saw you just now at Baoshan intersection." Ms. Mei said with a charming smile. "I arrived yesterday. Where's Huang Yinming?" "I don't know. She went out first at ten o'clock in the morning. She said she was on Chessboard Street?" "That's right. She's sent to Chessboard Street, Fourth Avenue. Aren't you with her?" Ms. Mei felt a little shy, and smiled reluctantly and replied: "No. I just got back from picking up a friend at the train station." "So, you weren't there, and you didn't know about the incident at the gate of the old gate arresting house?" "Is something wrong?" "Yes. It's not a big or small thing. More than a hundred people were locked up in the arresting room of the old gate. The police opened fire, and five or six people died on the spot. The injured have not been investigated yet. We have lost a lot of money." One person. If Huang Yinming is not missing, there are two!" This leaden sentence took off the pink glow from Ms. Mei's face, but her eyes turned blood immediately; somewhat startled, but still calm, she asked hastily: "When did it happen?" "I was patrolling this area at one o'clock in the afternoon, and nothing happened. I received news in Zhabei at three o'clock that he had bled. Good! The first blood since February 7th!" An excited silence followed.Then Liang Gangfu smiled coldly and added: "Go back and see if Huang Yinming is at home!" "If you're at home, can you tell her to come to No. 240?" Liang Gangfu nodded and left.Ms. Mei stared blankly at the bustling street outside the window, looking at those people who were having fun as usual, and the blood of anger rose to her cheeks. At this time, Xu Qijun was already standing under her shoulders. Coming out of Yong'an Company, Ms. Mei and Xu Qijun walked west along Nanjing Road.A piece of the large glass window between the Tongchang car dealership across the street was broken, and pieces of broken glass fell on the concrete sidewalk, which had been trampled into dust by the passing feet. Yin Ran's pool of blood!This is the blood of the victim, the blood of the warrior!But what I am walking leisurely now are some well-polished leather shoes and gold-pressed boots, some gauze skirts like clouds floating with charming fragrance, and some satisfied smiling faces, which seem to have never happened before. What's worth looking down at is happening at this location. Ms. Mei was so enraged that her heart ached.She opened her eyes full of blood, and walked forward quickly.Everyone in the street has become her enemy.Her soft shoulders slammed into the strong arms without pain, she just frantically moved forward.Yes, forward.In front is the old gate arrest house, the temple of the martyrs! However, she was stopped at the corner of Guangxi Road.Cavalry patrols, "Santaotou", Huazhu, Yinzhu, and the merchant group of all nations, densely formed a straggler line, driving out all the people heading west and turning left and right. No matter what, you can't get past it.Madam Mei stood and watched.Suddenly a horse's head flashed out in front of her eyes.The patrol horse broke into the sidewalk.Ms. Mei turned sideways, mechanically grabbed the horse's belt under the iron ring and slammed it to the right. The horse staggered and circled, and even the big black man sitting on it fell over as if intoxicated. few times.Immediately, disturbance broke out in the crowd.A policeman, touching the handle of his gun, rushed to Ms. Mei, his thick black palm raised.Ms. Mei gritted her teeth and let out a sinister grin, then took Xu Qijun's hand, and walked into something at the intersection of Guangxi like lightning. When we got home, it was already raining gradually.Without Huang Yinming.The luggage had already been delivered, and Li Wuji left a note saying that he would come back to talk in the evening.Ms. Mei roughly crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it into the wastebasket, and then leaned on the bed, silent.The bloodstains in front of the Tongchang car dealership hung vaguely in front of her eyes, and the sound of gunshots and shouts also rang in her ears, followed by Liang Gangfu's face, and Xu Ziqiang's exaggerated words. "plum!" Xu Qijun, who was sitting across from her, called out in a low voice, but didn't go on, just staring at Ms. Mei.It seemed that she had seen what was on Ms. Mei's mind, so she smiled strangely.Naturally, this couldn't escape Ms. Mei's sensitivity, and suddenly a blush crept into her dimples, and she asked embarrassingly: "What are you talking about?" "Nothing. But just now, upstairs in Yong'an Company, I saw that you don't even want friends. You run so fast and talk so affectionately!" Xu Qijun let out a long voice, uttering every word, still with the air she had in middle school back then. "That's because there are some serious things, and we haven't seen each other for several months." Ms. Mei argued intentionally or unintentionally, but couldn't help laughing. "Of course there are some serious things, not to mention how long we haven't seen each other! But, I'm afraid you also clearly felt that you, at that time, had some special colors in your eyes, and your smile was particularly radiant." no answer.Madam Mei just smiled softly. "Mei, now I know that you have also learned how to do secret work. I have never seen you mention anything in a letter to an old friend, and I have met you in person, and you will not introduce it to your old friend. Mei, should you be punished?" , say it yourself." As Xu Qijun said, she also laughed loudly, went to the bed and sat down, holding Ms. Mei's face with her hands and looking carefully.What a charming face!Curved eyebrows, bright red lips, eyes that smile when angry!Xu Qijun watched greedily, waiting for an answer.However, a cloud suddenly appeared on this beautiful face, and there was some moisture in her bright eyes. Ms. Mei sighed softly as if swallowing something, and said: "Should I be punished? If I deserve to be punished, I am very willing. It's a pity that you guessed the opposite. Sister Qi, I have thought this way several times: If you are here, I will definitely hug you and cry bitterly. If you know my state of mind, you may say how I have changed. Sister Qi, I have really changed. Like some people who are madly in love with me, I can’t help it now I'm deeply in love with someone. But he can't make me love, or I don't feel that I am madly loving him." Suddenly she stopped talking, and Ms. Mei buried her head in Xu Qijun's arms, like a very wronged girl throwing herself into her mother's loving embrace and begging for comfort. Unexpectedly, things would unfold like this, Xu Qijun was momentarily stunned; after a while, she said hesitantly: "It might be the second Wei Yu, but I don't think it looks like it." "No. He is the opposite of Wei Yu." Ms. Mei raised her head and said excitedly, then leaned on Xu Qijun's shoulder dejectedly, complaining softly to herself: "It's just like this, I will always want something that I can't get, me! Back then, Wei Yu had another lover, non-resistanceism! Now he also has one, and it's also doctrine, I guess; but besides the invisible lover, he still has a tangible, flesh and blood; I really want to meet her! " "May, be brave. Don't fall into the triangle pit!" Xu Qijun managed to find a clue of relief, and gently stroked Ms. Mei's hair with her hand. A gust of rain hit like a nail.The air was filled with the noise of Cheng Cong, making the room even darker.The clock on the wall struck six.Ms. Mei straightened her body as if she had woken up from a start, and said: "Is it six o'clock? Oh, sister Qi, I'm not afraid of falling into it, I also want to do the triangle; the most terrifying thing is hanging in the air, always in a trance. Now I am determined to expose this trance! I am also preparing to break up in love, I'm going to hand over my body to my third lover—ism! It's six o'clock, and there are important things to do at night!" Ms. Mei stood up and asked the old lady to open dinner, and excitedly told Xu Qijun about the bloody incident on Nanjing Road.In the end, she said generously: "Sister Qi, it's not a bad chance for you to come. The grand drama of the times will be staged in Paris in the east. We should all play the stage and shoulder the mission of history. You can always believe that the gunshots on Nanjing Road today will Set off flames all over China, and burn the chains around our necks of imperialism and warlords!" "But I'm afraid I'm the same as the 'Twenty Seven' in the past; haven't you seen that the two big companies are still walking corpses who are drunk and dreaming?" Xu Qijun hesitated to express her opinion that she was not very optimistic. "But you haven't seen the real blood of Shanghai jumping in the honeycomb-like low houses in Xiaoshadu, Yangshupu, Lanidu, and Zhabei! Only their bright red blood can wash away the cold and discoloration of Nanjing Road. blood! Times are different, the oppressed populace is now quite disciplined. And we are not sitting here waiting for a lot of happiness to fall from the sky!" Madam Mei said firmly and confidently.Suddenly she turned around and ran into the kitchen, urging the old lady to cook dinner for the third time. The sound of the rain outside is quieter now, and the patter is like a lament.After dinner, Ms. Mei went out.I didn't bring an umbrella either.Xu Qijun felt very tired, so she lay on Huang Yinming's bed, thinking about what happened today, when suddenly Ms. Mei hurried in again, and said solemnly: "Didn't Li Wuji say he was coming? Don't tell him about my actions!" Taking off another shirt inside, and wearing only a single cheongsam of floral foreign cloth, Ms. Mei left with a smile. The intermittent raindrops suddenly became larger and denser.Therefore, when Ms. Mei arrived at "No. 240", the single cheongsam was already soaked and stuck to her body, revealing her pointed breasts.The six or seven youths gathered in the house saw Ms. Mei barging in like a nude model, and they all uttered strange screams at the same time.But seeing Ms. Mei's stern face without the slightest smile, some mouths that wanted to say funny things had to be temporarily closed, waiting for the right opportunity.But then another person came in gently, it was Huang Yinming.And the funny words already in the throat gave way to comforts and inquiries, and other serious comments. "Nothing. I sat in the arresting room for three hours. Later, they caught a large number of people, and they couldn't fit in, so they let me out. They said that women were lenient. Hmph, let them know how powerful women are tomorrow! " Huang Yinming replied coldly, his eyes fell on Ms. Mei, and he couldn't help smiling. "It's half past seven. Yinming, you didn't keep time yourself today, and you were five or six minutes late." A young man with a round face and the appearance of a student said in an impatient tone. "Yes, I can be punished. However, there is no reason for being late. The team leader meeting has already been held at five o'clock." "How about tomorrow?" Ms. Mei asked eagerly.Huang Yinming didn't answer, but looked at everyone coldly, and continued: "Let's have a meeting now. Everyone knows what happened on Nanjing Road, so we won't report it anymore. Our group, since the pie is on Four Avenues, has no loss—” "We're not going to Fourth Avenue tomorrow! It's so lonely and boring." A voice cut in. "—But the groups on Nanjing Road and Tianjin Road suffered great losses, and almost all of them were arrested. In front of the old gate arresting room, we sacrificed a good Comrade He. Everyone silent for three minutes, mourning for our soldiers !" The head is lowered, only the sound of rain can be heard.But when they looked up again, some angry voices jumped out: "Avenge our warriors!" "It's time for a general mobilization strike!" "Four horse road stuff, as a reserve team, I will never do it again!" Such angry shouts came up one after another like the tide, and the room was quite disturbed, and then suddenly a louder noise came from the next door, surpassing the shouting here; the sound of Talala's cards, loud Loud laughing, dry coughing like cracking silk, all came together.Amidst the internal and external cacophony, Huang Yinming said coldly and authoritatively: "Let's talk about it later. The report is not finished. Now the scope of the struggle has expanded. The original slogans are not enough. We have to come up with more general political slogans. The general strike is already being prepared, and the school strike will be realized tomorrow; only the city strike, It depends on how the work is done tomorrow. Tomorrow we still have to give a speech. We have decided to concentrate our forces on the middle section of Nanjing Road where bloodshed today! Take an attitude of no resistance to the armed oppression by the patrols; Slogans, shouting slogans." "Okay! Go to Nanjing Road! Swarm like flies to suck the blood we left there!" The round-faced young student immediately came up and shouted angrily. "But I don't understand why we should adopt an attitude of non-resistance! Non-resistance is always harmful to others and self-destructive!" When Ms. Mei asked this question, Wei Yu's timid face appeared again in front of her eyes. "I agree with May." A squint-eyed boy hurriedly added in. "If you don't resist, you will be arrested. I'd rather have a fight than go to jail, don't do it!" Another heavy voice came from a dark corner of the house, but no one could see his face clearly. "It is to avoid major sacrifices. Temporary non-resistance is not non-resistance!" Huang Yinming first refuted Ms. Mei's remarks, then paused, and cast his gloomy eyes over everyone's faces, and then slowly continued: "Everyone wants to shed some blood, that's good; but we don't want to shed blood easily now, and it's not the time to put down a major sacrifice. The current strategy is to arrest a lot of people and use the method of protracted warfare to stab the citizens. consciousness--" "Okay, let them catch it, what should we do after we catch it?" The squint-eyed boy yelled sharply. "Keep your voice low! We won't finish catching! If we don't have fresh troops to join our team, if we can't lead the masses to fight, then even if we all fight with our lives and bleed, it will be in vain and we won't be able to fight." Stir up the climax of the revolution. Besides, this non-resistance attitude is only tomorrow's strategy, not forever non-resistance, and turns us all into non-resistanceists!" "Is this the way to decide?" Ms. Mei asked as if very dissatisfied. "That's it. Of course there are other aspects of the arrangement, but there is no need to worry about it here. Comrades, gather at Nanjing Road at one o'clock tomorrow afternoon, and start work at two o'clock; This line of defense! Step on the blood of today's soldiers!" These few words were still whispered, but they were so resolute.The eyes of the six or seven people present were shining with excitement.But no, after all, you can do it vigorously!What's more, this is an order, and they are not willing to disobey the order.Huang Yinming saw that there were no more questions, so he assigned everyone's work for the next day, and finally told them to come to pick up the paste, slogans, and leaflets at 11:00 am. "The intersection of Nanjing Road and Zhejiang Road is the destination. Our people must be concentrated here. There will be a temporary order after three o'clock, pay attention!" Finally said so.The meeting ended, and the people in the house left quietly one by one. The rain stopped early, but the wind was strong.Ms. Mei's clothes were still wet, and she couldn't help shivering from the wind.She quickly walked out of the dark alley and turned into another alley, when she suddenly heard footsteps coming up behind her. "Have you met 'Chi Lao'?" She thought so, then slowed down her pace, and looked back secretly.The street lights in the alley were falling behind her, and it was clear that the person who came was the squint-eyed boy who "agreed with her opinion". "Old Zhang, running so fast will attract suspicion." As they walked in tandem, Ms. Mei said softly. "But you can't run too slowly." "My clothes are wet, and I am very cold." "But it's also because your clothes are wet, so you look extraordinarily good-looking." There is no echo.After walking a few more steps, the old Zhang touched Ms. Mei's shoulder and said with a smile: "Mei, you are so cute!" "I think you're cute too." Lao Zhang's mouth made a sound, and his eyes shone brightly in the thin darkness; he moved closer, almost touching Ms. Mei's temples.It seemed that he could still hear his heart beating suddenly. "Because you seem to be a revolutionary youth!" Ms. Mei added coldly, and got into a rickshaw as soon as she ran out of the alley, without even looking back. Woke up early the next morning, Ms. Mei looked for the newspaper to read.There were no comments on yesterday's big event.I found the chronicle on the third sheet, and there was only a short paragraph, a few understatements.She threw the newspaper to the ground with all her might, and hurried out to buy all the newspapers in Shanghai, big and small. Ask for justice. Huang Yinming had already left, and Xu Qijun wrote letters home.The sky is full of dark clouds outside the window.Ms. Mei had no choice but to walk back and forth in the room with her head down, and finally made it to ten o'clock. She went to "No. 240" to pick up the leaflets and slogans, and then took Xu Qijun straight to Nanjing Road. It was still in the usual hurry and mess, wandering through the streets.The slogans posted yesterday have long since been torn off, and some remaining corners were smashed by the torrential rain last night. They are as dim as the venereal medicine advertisements everywhere, and do not attract attention.Of course, the torrential rain last night has also washed away the tragic shadow of Nanjing Road in people's dreams. Now every kind-hearted citizen is still living his peaceful life, crawling in the money hole and rolling in the mud. Ms. Mei and Xu Qijun in the tram looked at each other and smiled, but neither spoke.In Ms. Mei's heart, there was even a ferocious sneer and the flames of hatred.Although she is a person who knows how to obey orders, but at this time she also has a private criticism: no resistance?Does it arouse the consciousness of the citizens?Think in space!This group of docile slaves who are used to being fed by imperialism can only be thrown in the Huangpu River!She remembered that she could ride a horse and shoot a gun, so why did she come to get the note and the can of paste.She squinted at the paper bag under her armpit, and wanted to throw it out the car window; yes, pick a red, chubby, contented face, and throw it in the face!She already had the paper wrapped in her hand.But after a few bumps on the fingers, it was caught in the crook of the arm again.After all discipline is sacred! Nanjing Road is also full of stable air.There are a few "three heads" and Indian patrols on the sidewalk.There are five or six fully armed merchant groups from all over the world lined up at the door of the old gate arresting house, and there are patrol horses circling on the long corridor inside the door.The sidewalk next to the old gate arresting house is not allowed to pass.The people passing by may have opened their sleepy eyes for this, but an explanation immediately came to her mind: this is where the foreigners guard their prisons and prevent troubles. From the old gate house to the east to the throwing field, this splendid middle section of Nanjing Road is even more lively.Ms. Mei and Xu Qijun squeezed slowly among the crowd.There were three or two young people standing in front of the display window of the foreign goods store over there, looking at the colorful imported goods, and then stopped in front of the window of the watch shop next door.Paper packets were also tucked under their armpits.Ms. Mei searched carefully, her heart skipping a beat.The streets are already full of these elements! Yet it was only half past eleven.Ms. Mei and Xu Qijun walked into a dim sum shop.This place is also more crowded than usual, and there are some young men and women with smiles hidden in the corners of their mouths and excitement in their eyes.They all come to this grand feast of history.They must have had such a face, such an encouraging mood when they went to the wedding hall! While eating a bowl of noodles, Xu Qijun looked around and suddenly laughed alone. "What are you laughing at? Qi?" "Because I remembered the scene where the heroes in Shangliangshanbo robbed the execution ground." Xu Qijun put her face on the noodle bowl and whispered.And after getting a soft laugh from Ms. Mei, she continued with some questioning tone: "They want to rob a brother or a leader, what about us?" "We want to rob the hearts of the entire Shanghai, and we want to squeeze thousands of hearts into one huge living heart!" Ms. Mei answered quietly but firmly. Xu Qijun raised her head, grabbed Ms. Mei's hand, and held it tightly, not letting go for a long time. Suddenly a shout came in from the window.A furious voice cried: "Get up, get up! We Chinese!" All the people jumped up and rushed to the balcony outside the window, and Ms. Mei was the first.Below is a circular array of wriggling heads.Indian policemen with pointed red cloth heads raised their wooden sticks and danced wildly. "Three heads" twisted a grown man, who was still shouting furiously.Suddenly he threw his right hand, and the leaflets flew into the air, followed by cheers and applause like thunder. Today's first shot fired!Although it was not yet the time specified by the order, Ms. Mei couldn't bear it any longer, and reached under her arm to get the paper bag, but there was none, the paper bag was still on the table inside.She looked at her watch again, it was only 12:10, which was obviously too early; it was not yet time for the general attack, so she could not move freely and let the enemies attack one by one.Discipline is sacred! The two ladies left the pastry shop in a hurry.The crowd just now had been dispersed, and the leaflets were in the hands of a few shop assistants, who read in a low voice and tilted their heads.The air is throbbing.People walked more hurriedly, as if there were ghosts chasing after them.Ms. Mei and the others went west along the road.The three people who came from behind brushed past them in a team, and threw some leaflets into each shop. One of them wiped the glass window with a large pen, and the other took over and pressed a scarlet letter. slogan. "It's time to do it? The ghost is the one who can stand it!" Ms. Mei thought so, she glanced at Xu Qijun, and opened the paper bag.They followed closely behind in a team of three in front, distributing leaflets and putting up slogans swiftly and solemnly, without hindrance, until they approached the intersection of Zhejiang and could no longer pass. The vicinity of the so-called "Sunrise Building" in this traffic tunnel has now become a battlefield.The tragic howling, accompanied by enthusiastic applause, came like a raging wave, almost shaking the tall buildings that soared into the sky.On the road, there was a dense mass of people's heads.The windows of the shops on both sides were also crowded with excited faces.There was a long line of people standing on the tram, with their necks stretched out from the windows, and they were also yelling some unknown words.From the roof garden of Wing On Company, right at the intersection, countless red, yellow, and white leaflets were scattered, and were blown by the wet wind and flew all over the sky.And as if to welcome the leaflets, thunderous cries rose from the forest of restless heads below. Ms. Mei pushed forward desperately.On the square stone windowsill of a shop in front, a man was standing, spraying droplets from his mouth, and shouting "Down with imperialism."A "three heads" jumped out of the crowd, grabbed the speaker by the collar, and raised his pistol to open the way.Two or three Indian patrolmen also came and waved the sticks.A crack appeared in the dense crowd.But the noise was even more ferocious.Ms. Mei hurried through the crowd in front of her, rushed to the window sill, jumped on the iron stalk, and filled the "post", roaring these words: "Look at our people! Captured by them, shot by them! The Chinese are united! Drive away these robbers, dogs!  …" Her voice was hoarse, and even with a swollen lung tube she could not outdo the cheering response of the crowd.She saw Xu Qijun gesturing to her in the crowd.She turned her face away quickly, and a tall Indian policeman appeared in front of her, rushing over fiercely. "Is there no resistance?" This question only flashed on her brain, and then she roared even harder: "The Chinese are of one mind! Fight those murderous robbers! - Duh, subjugated slaves! running dog! " Throwing these last two sentences like a stone to the Indian policeman rushing forward, Ms. Mei hurriedly jumped off the stone platform, mixed with the crowd and pushed forward. I don't know when it started to rain, but now it is getting heavier and heavier.But just like some oil, the anger of the crowd is only higher.The square at the intersection of Nanjing Road and Zhejiang Road was filled with angry crowds and their shouts, and no vehicles could pass through.destination!A destination where all directions converge!Today's soldiers are desperately gathering to attack the position!Scary, they have already occupied this position! The "Six-way" tram came from the north, and was about to reach the intersection of Zhejiang, when it was blocked by the angry shouts of the crowd: "Chinese people don't ride in foreigners' cars!" "You are also Chinese, don't drive for foreigners! Tram strike!" All the passengers got off.Stones were thrown and the window glass was broken.The crowd was applauding wildly. With great difficulty, Ms. Mei squeezed her way to the door of Xianshi Company.She saw that the building of this department store was also full of people, decent gentlemen and fashionable ladies.They were all waiting anxiously, with a hundred and twenty expressions of reluctance on their faces.There were also a few people who came to the door to look around, but they quickly retreated when they heard the roaring fury.Small leaflets, as well as endless slogans, floated down from above.梅女士仰起头来看，那长长的先施乐园靠马路的一带，全是黑簇簇的人形。 “打倒帝国主义”的唯一的呼声，响应着的是听不明白的呼噪叫骂。 路东的人层突然波动了。接着是“刮——刮——刮”的怪叫声。满载着万国商团和巡捕的红色救火车从人阵中冲出来，又刮刮地向西去，暂时扫出一条通行的路。跟着就来了一长串电车，空空洞洞地没有一个客人，却是车身的外部和破碎的玻璃窗上全贴满了红色大字的标语！在辽远的上海市的边陲，也在响着奴隶们挣断铁链的巨声，也在演着英勇的斗争！ 电车刚刚过去，群众又占据了马路。梅女士看见斜对角的一家茶楼上挺出个瘦长的身体来，好像是梁刚夫，舞动着一双手，准是在那里掷下一些坚毅的铁一样的句子。新的更大的呼噪和鼓掌起来了。梅女士一面喊着，一面尽力向马路中间挤，打算到对面永安公司门前，然后再挤上那茶楼。想到站在那茶楼的洋台上，站在梁刚夫旁边，居高临下吼几句，该是多么快意，她的两条白嫩的臂膊便陡然充满了气力。 她刚刚到达永安门前，那辆红色的救火车又刮刮地从西来了。马路中间的群众发一声喊，潮水似的往后退。梅女士想再穿过浙江路到那茶楼门前的计划，看来是不能实现了。然而更使她懊丧的是那个茶楼的洋台上现在换站几个巡捕。 “难道梁刚夫也被捕了么？” 梅女士这样想着的时候，前面的密集的群众又腾起一片呼声，接着却没有掌声而是波浪似的骚动。群众是向浙江路那边移退了。梅女士被卷着撞磕了几步，斗然浑身一个冷噤，觉得像是跌在水里。她下意识地歪过头去，一道白练正射在她胸前，直灌进她的里衣。巡捕在用自来水驱散群众！梅女士被后退的人们冲走了一丈多远近，方才站住脚跟。在她前面停着一辆送货汽车，光景也是阻住了不得通行的。梅女士不顾一切地奋身跳上那货车，向前面看；看今天的目的地，看这已经占领了的阵地的大势。六七道白练在空中飞舞，黑丛丛的群众起了波动，呼啸声是低落些了，断断续续地露出软调子；可是那些激射的水弹并不能驱散群众，只不过使他们波动，却也就是因为波动，便不能维持严肃的亢昂的情绪。 “同志们努力呀，占住这阵地！全上海已经动了，最后的胜利属于我们！” 梅女士忘其所以地怒喊了。然而她不能再多一句。一道水猛打在她脸上，立刻眼前乌黑，脚下软了，从货车上跌在人堆里。两三只粗壮的手将她格住。同时有雷样的呐喊从四面八方起来，凝集为这样的声音： “好呀！冲上前去呀！” 梅女士再站在地上时，五六条自来水一齐向她这方面喷射来了，群众又往南退。梅女士被卷着走，待到她能够再站定脚跟时，已经在三马路。 松过一口气来，梅女士顺着脚尖在马路上走。这里的空气没有那么紧张。然而电杆上，两旁商店的玻璃窗上，以及不论什么地方凡是可以贴一张纸的，都已经布满了今天的标语和口号。梅女士兴奋地走着看着，突然觉得发冷，两条腿不客气地抖起来了。她这才意识到全身的衣服都已湿透，只有一双皮鞋却还例外地干燥。强烈的头痛也来袭击她了。两条腿有铅质的那样重。 “梅，到哪里去？” 在路角，有人从后面走上来高声唤了。梅女士回头去看，却是那位徐自强。穿着漂亮的洋服，裤子上两条笔直的缝，一点也不含糊。从这位少年，梅女士突想到徐绮君，方才记起已经多久不曾见她。最后一面的印象——徐绮君在人丛中做手势的神气，又回现在梅女士眼前了，可是她记不清是在什么地方。 “哈，你也吃着了自来水么？这么湿！你看，什么都露出来了。梅，留心着凉，可不是玩的。到我的旅馆坐一下罢。喝一杯白兰地，换一套衣服；凑巧我买了一件新旗袍想送人。歇一下，包你有益无害。不生病。” 并没等梅女士回答，徐自强拉着她就走。只转过一家店面，就是孟渊旅社的大门。梅女士委实是太乏了，头依然痛，腿依然重，而且腰部又作酸，虽然心里挂念着南京路，还是扶在徐自强手上走进了他的房间。 忙乱地找出一瓶白兰地，徐自强拿起茶杯来满斟一杯，就送到梅女士手里。 “一杯是喝不完的。” 梅女士呷了一口说。现在她坐的是软软的沙发，房间里的空气又比较的暖和，便觉得全身畅快些了。徐自强又在掏摸他的旅行大皮箱子。忽然一声欢呼，他扯出一件淡青色闪光法国软缎的夹旗袍来，伸直了臂膊，摊在梅女士眼前，像一个老手的衣庄伙计。 “我不要换衣服。” 梅女士摇着头说，把剩余的半杯酒放在桌子上。 “不换是不行的。如果你要里面的衬衣，我也有。” “那么你总该有第二件旗袍。这件太漂亮了，我不要。” “正要这样漂亮的才配得上你呢！” 梅女士笑了一笑，仍旧摇头。 “并且我也没有第二件了。你这身湿衣穿着一定会生病。我们什么都不怕，就只怕生病！新中国在我们肩膀上，自己弄出病来便是反革命！” 这几句说得有声有色，似乎梅女士也受了感动，从昨天起的不大喜欢这位少年的意思也在无形中减少几分，她沉吟着慢慢地说： “那么，还要上下的衬衣和袜子。” 徐自强又去扒摸了半天箱子，居然把衣服都找齐了，端端正正放在旗袍上面，便在沙发的那一头坐下了，燃起一枝香烟来。梅女士站起来抖开那几件衣服，看过了大小尺寸，觉得还合式，却又放下回到沙发里，睃着徐自强的面孔，似乎还要等待什么。徐自强也觉到了，喷出一口烟，笑着说： “要我出去么？哈，鼎鼎大名的密司梅也这样拘束的呵！请你放心。那边屏风后不是很好么？如果你一定怕，我也可以出去。” 通到外边洋台的玻璃门旁有一架矮屏风，恰站在墙角前，原是特备的更衣地方。梅女士再不作声，拿了衣服就走到屏风背后。 这里徐自强用劲地吸烟，又用劲地喷出来，不转眼地看着那屏风。他的脸上有几根筋肉在那里轻轻跳动。他把架起的一条腿放下来，但随即又架起。他侧着头，似乎在听什么响声。忽然把香烟尾巴用劲掷在痰盂里，他霍地站起来，便向那座屏风走去。 但当他将到屏风前时，空中旋起一声惊人的冷笑——是那样毛骨耸然的冷笑，使他不由自主地拉住了脚步。屏风的一折突然荡开，梅女士严肃地站在那里，只穿着一件长背褡，冷冷地说： “吓，徐自强，我看见你的神气！看透了你的心！这里不是亚洲酒店，请你小心，莫闹笑话！” 一面说着，她很大方地披上了手里的新旗袍，便走到沙发旁边，坐在一张椅子上穿袜子。旗袍从她胸前敞开着，白色薄绸的背褡裹住她的丰满的胸脯，凸起处隐隐可以看出两点淡红的圆晕。 徐自强似乎惘然了，也带着几分忸怩。他回到沙发上，然后再移近着梅女士的身边，迷乱地吐出这样一番意思： “天在头顶！请你明白我的一片真心。我请你换衣服，完全为的是好，绝对没有别的用意。但是，梅，你不知道你自己太迷人。不想来看看的，才不是人！我始终是你的忠实同志。前几年在重庆碰到你，想来你还记得，我就最忠实地帮助你。那时我还在中学校念书，你说我是小孩子。现在，我书也读好，仗也打过，我是少校连长。我真是爱着你，打仗革命也是为了你！” “呵，失敬得很，你是连长大人了。可是我这个人真奇怪，总碰到军官要来爱我。在成都时，军长，师长，旅团长，好像都说过你这样的话语，可是我真不受抬举，现在我还是我！” 梅女士说着，拿过第二只袜子来慢慢地拉上去，又笑了，还是那能够叫徐自强心抖的异样的笑声。 “他们都是些军阀，我是革命军人！” 徐自强定了定神，愤愤不平地说。 “那么，今天全上海都起来了，为什么你却穿得那样斯文整齐，在旅馆门前踱方步？” “我没有受到命令呀！没有命令乱动，总司令要照军法办理。” 梅女士鼻子里响了一声，没有回答。 “况且外国人有枪炮，你们这样喊喊也不中用。真正要革命还得靠军人！” “好！等你玩厌了上海，再来革命！” 梅女士霍然站起来，跑出房门，随手用力将门碰上，便飞快地跑下楼去。徐自强到楼梯头唤时，梅女士已经跑出了旅馆大门。 雨暂时停止。怒潮一样的人声还从南京路方面传来。梅女士今天的满腔高兴，在孟渊旅社时被徐自强扫得精光，现在听得那呼噪的声音，她的热血立刻再燃起。她再跑到南京路时，满街都是水，武装的印度巡捕和万国商团在路左路右都放了步哨。南京路两旁的人行道上还是满满的人，间歇地在喊口号，鼓掌。 许多向北走的人们都被步哨拦回来了。梅女士还是向前挤。当面站着一个“三道头”，已经伸开了两条臂膊，但在梅女士身上打量了一眼以后，忽又学着不很像的上海白粗暴地喊： “左边走！” 这时候有急溜的铃声在马路中间响，接连的两三架脚踏车从东而来，车上人手里拿着一面小小的纸旗。梅女士在那个“三道头”左侧擦过，急抢步上前看，瞥见旗上的红字是： “包围总商会去！” 对面先施公司门楣上的大时钟正指着三点另几分。