Chapter 26 25

Beiping, which seemed to have aged when it was born, and was apparently more beautiful when it perished, because everything has its own characteristics and nothing is unique, has seen another miracle. Peiping people, just like Chinese people elsewhere, can only make noise, but don't know what seriousness is. People in Peiping, whether they are looking at the princes and lords, the queues of two or three miles long, the deacons with hundreds of musical instruments, the big funeral, or the simple funeral of a handful of paper money and four bearers, they will only watch the fun , without mourning.

People in Peiping, whether they saw a green-faced king running away with a white-faced king, or the Eight-Power Allied Forces driving the emperor out, would only make fake smiles and never shed real tears. Today, Beiping—perhaps for the first time—saw a serious, sad, tearful, parade. The influence of the Xinmin Association is still small, and there are not many people in charge of the affairs. They have not been able to mobilize all walks of life in Peiping to participate.Almost all those who participated in the parade were students. Students, no matter what they have learned, no matter how they obey, no matter how naive and young they are, they know a "country" that no one before them knew.With their heads down and tears in their eyes, they held small paper flags upside down. They lined up, as if they were sending their parents to mourn, and marched from all over to Tiananmen Square.If the Japanese also have a sense of humor, they will definitely feel a little bit of irony, and reprimand the Xinminhui-why teach the students to celebrate silently?

Ruixuan received the school's notice, read it carefully, and tore it up carefully. He was going to resign. Ruifeng didn't wait for his elder brother to get up, he had finished washing and walked out of the house.On the one hand, he was willing to come to school early to help Lan Dongyang a lot; on the other hand, he seemed to be avoiding his elder brother on purpose. He put on a Chinese tunic suit very boldly!Since the Japanese entered the city, the Chinese tunic suit and the Three People's Principles have been hidden by everyone, just like when the revolutionary army won victory in Wuhan, the people of Peiping—including some bannermen—were promptly rolled up their braids. Like hiding it in a hat.Ruifeng is the person who knows the current affairs best.He not only took off his navy blue serge tunic suit, but also hid it in the deepest part of the box.However, today he has to lead the team.How could he think it would be inappropriate, if he went there in a big shirt.Sweating, he found the Chinese tunic suit from the bottom of the box, and boldly put it on.He thought: The team leader must wear short clothes. I am afraid that even the Japanese can see clearly that he wears the Chinese tunic suit just for "dressing up" and has absolutely nothing to do with the revolution.If the Japanese can forgive the Chinese tunic suit in this way, he will be the hero of the Chinese tunic suit, and he has a good thing to brag to his friends.

Wearing a Chinese tunic suit, he walked to the open space in the gourd belly.He began to shout: "Stand upright, step forward...He didn't know if he would call the password today, but he had to give it a try if he was prepared.His voice was so high-pitched and dry that even he himself found it unpleasant.But he was not discouraged, and he shouted vigorously; as long as he worked hard, nothing was impossible, he said to himself. When we arrived at school, Mr. Dongyang hadn't gotten up yet. Students don't have one yet either. Ruifeng, in this almost empty school, felt a little out of control.He likes to be lively, but it's extremely quiet here; he wants to perform his password and show off his Chinese tunic suit, but after waiting for a long time, no one is seen.He began to wonder if his actions - agreeing to lead the team, and wearing a Chinese tunic suit - were smart?Until now, he didn't realize that this was for the Japanese, and the Japanese, it was said, were not easy to serve.Hmph, take the students to meet the Japanese!If students are a group of monkeys, the Japanese are at least tigers!Thinking of this, he began to get scared; he planned to go home quickly before Lan Dongyang got up, took off his Chinese tunic suit, and hid it on the bottom of the box.For some reason, he suddenly became so afraid of the Japanese today; it seemed that he intuitively felt that the Japanese were the most terrifying and unreasonable things that resembled both humans and beasts.He will never be an enemy of reality.The subjugation of the country is the subjugation of the country, and he must try to eat, drink, play, and watch the fun while the country is subjugated.Since the Japanese entered the city, he has recognized Japan as the conqueror.He felt that as long as he admitted in this way, he could live in harmony with the Japanese—with his cleverness, he might even be able to take advantage of the Japanese!Strange, today he suddenly became afraid of the Japanese.What if, unfortunately (he closed his eyes and thought wildly), the Japanese fired machine guns when the students had all reached Tiananmen Square?He shivered like a drop of icy water on his back.He, for the sake of eating, drinking and having fun, really wanted to surrender to the Japanese; however, even he suddenly became afraid.

Students, slowly, came in twos and threes.Ruifeng began to give up his wild thoughts; as long as someone turned around in front of his eyes, he could feel safe because he was not lonely. On weekdays, he is not very close to the students.He was a staff member, and he knew that the students did not respect the staff members as much as they did the teachers, so he thought it would be better for him to maintain his dignity if he kept a distance from the students.Today, he decided to greet the students. The students are very cold to him.At first, he thought it was due to the lack of contact with them on weekdays; it wasn't until almost all the students arrived, and everyone's faces were so sad and unhappy, that he felt a little uneasy again.He still didn't expect that the students were ashamed to celebrate the fall of Baoding, and kept silent; he thought of the question "What if the students all arrive at Tiananmen, but the Japanese fire machine guns?" He felt that something was wrong.Everyone didn't laugh or make trouble, so he felt that something bad was going to happen.He went to find Mr. Lan.Mr. Lan has just woken up, but has not yet made up his mind to get up; with his eyes closed, he enjoys his first cigarette.Seeing the smoke, Ruifeng dared to ask: "Are you awake? Mr. Lan!"

Mr. Lan hates people disturbing his early bedtime and the nap when he smokes his first cigarette in the morning.He didn't make a sound, although he heard Ruifeng's words clearly. Ruifeng tried to say again: "The students are almost here." Lan Dongyang became angry: "Let's go when you're all here, why are you arguing with me?" "The principal didn't come, but only one gentleman came. How can you leave?" "If you don't leave, you won't leave!" Mr. Lan took a deep puff of the cigarette, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and then got his head under the quilt again.

Ruifeng froze there, as if being stunned had any effect.Although he was boring and ignorant, he didn't completely lose the face of Peking people.Although flattering Mr. Lan is related to his future, he can't bear such rudeness.He is willing to be a real slave and be called a gentleman; hypocrisy is a necessary whitewash of culture!He wanted to let go of the parade, he couldn't just throw away his face so casually!However, he didn't want to just sever ties with Mr. Lan in such a dry manner; a person from Peiping might as well lose a little face in order to maintain his face.He thought, he should calmly wait for Mr. Lan to wake up completely before speaking.If Mr. Lan changed his attitude after he became fully awake, the matter should be rethought.

While Ruifeng was hesitating, Mr. Lan's head popped out again from the quilt that had never been removed and washed.In order to drive away the sleepiness, his nose and eyes, which are always pulling, seem to have grown legs, running around all over his face, which looks ridiculous and terrifying.His nose and eyes moved for a while, and he got out of bed suddenly.He didn't have to wear socks or anything, because they were; his pajamas were "waking clothes."The difference between his clothes during the day and night is only in the big shirt and the quilt; he doesn't cover the quilt during the day, he doesn't wear a big shirt at night, and the rest are day and night.

After getting out of bed, he put on his robe and lit another cigarette.The cigarette was lit, and he felt that his life was exactly connected with the time when he went to bed last night-smoking went to bed and smoked to wake up, there was no gap in between, so he didn't need to brush his teeth, rinse his mouth, wash his face and other troubles. Without any discussion with Ruifeng, Mr. Lan sent a message: "Assemble!" "Leaving so early?" Ruifeng asked. "It doesn't matter if it's earlier or later! The second with poetic feeling is eternal life, and the century without poetry is equal to zero!" Dongyang proudly recited the words picked up from the magazine.

"Is there a roll call?" "Of course roll call! I'll punish those who are lazy!" "Want to fly the school flag?" "certainly!" "Who shouted the password?" "Of course it's you! Whatever you think of, just do it! Don't ask me one by one!" Dongyang's temper was particularly bad before eating breakfast. "Not waiting for the headmaster?" "What are you waiting for him for?" Dongyang's right eye's black eyeball suddenly hung upwards, which startled Ruifeng. "He comes, I have to preside over this matter too! I, in, Xin, Min, Hui, Li!" These last few words popped out of his mouth one by one like little beans. Word, he poked his chest with the big finger of his right hand.He does this often, and likes it, he calls it the "struggle stance."

Ruifeng was a little confused, feeling very uneasy.That's right, he really likes to be lively and troublesome, but he doesn't want to take responsibility alone, he is not very courageous.Standing there, he hoped that Mr. Lan would go to the playground with him to gather the students.He dared not go alone.However, Mr. Lan seemed to have handed everything over to Ruifeng; facing the butt between his lips, he lit another cigarette; taking a deep breath, he threw himself on the bed and closed his mouth. Eye. Although Ruifeng didn't dare to gather the students alone, he didn't dare to bother Mr. Lan either.Seeing that Mr. Lan closed his eyes, he felt that he had to go out obediently, so he couldn't say anything more.In fact, Lan Dongyang's success is because there are people like Ruifeng who are willing to support him.Mr. Lan doesn't have any talents—whether in literature or in business affairs.When he had no idea, he would lose his temper, and people like Ruifeng would explain such losing his temper to mean that all capable people have a bad temper.In his several years of social experience, Mr. Lan has learned nothing else, but only learned: to flatter people with high status - no matter how much you don't like to be flattered, you still like to be flattered!You should lose your temper as much as possible to people of the same status or lower status, and lose your temper unreasonably.If people of the same status avoid him because he does not provoke idleness, he will gain the upper hand spiritually.Not to mention people with lower status than him, his temper will make his status particularly prominent, as if he should be a prince or emperor by nature. Ruifeng found out the school flag and roll call book.Several times, he wanted to take the roll call to the playground; several times, he put them down again.Beforehand, he never imagined that it would be so difficult to lead the team out.Now, he suddenly felt a lot of things that could send chills down his spine - what if he went to the playground with the school flag and was beaten and scolded by the students!What if the Japanese fired machine guns at Tiananmen Square!Sweat broke out on his little dry head. He went to find Mr. Lan again.Words are hard to craft, especially when your head is sweating.But he couldn't help but speak out, even if there was something in the words that revealed his weakness. When Mr. Lan heard Ruifeng's refusal to go to the playground alone, he lost his temper again.He himself didn't want to go, so he wanted to use his temper to force Ruifeng to do things alone.When Ruifeng really took the students away, he thought, he would secretly follow behind the team, slip away if he had something to do, and follow if there was nothing to do.When he arrived at Tiananmen Square, it was still the same. The world was peaceful, so he took out the silk strip of the secretary of the conference, and bowed to the Japanese on the stage in a proper manner;If poetry is the crystallization of cunning and despicableness, Lan Dongyang can really be regarded as a great poet. Ruifeng is very determined, no matter what, he will not go to the assembly alone, he is the leader.He is timid and dare not lose his temper with Mr. Lan.However, for his own safety, he did not hesitate to show an almost angry look. As a result, after ringing the bell for assembly, Mr. Lan took the count roll, Ruifeng took the school flag, and went to the playground with the gentleman who had already arrived.The two workers followed behind holding small paper flags of various colors. Ruifeng's Chinese tunic suit seemed to weigh several tens of kilograms, and he felt extremely stressed.As soon as he entered the playground, he predicted that the students would laugh at him; even if they didn't laugh out loud, they would also secretly chirp. To his surprise, students stood in twos and threes all over the playground, almost all with their heads down, making no sound.They seem to be suffering from some kind of disease.Ruifeng couldn't find any other reason, so he had to look up at the sky. Cloudy days would make people lose energy.However, the blue sky shone like a jewel, and not even a wisp of white cloud could be seen.He panicked even more, not knowing what bad tires the students were holding, he hurriedly leaned the school flag—still rolled—on the base of the wall. Seeing Ruifeng and the others come in, the students began to gather in one place and lined up in two rows.Everyone still bowed their heads and said nothing. Mr. Lan's lips were trembling at first, but when he saw that the student was so honest, he immediately relaxed and wanted to show some prestige.The poet's eyes have always only looked at the surface, and he never even thought that there is a heart in the human body.Today, when he saw that the students were silent, he thought it was because everyone was afraid of him.With the rolls of rolls under his arm, he tilted his face to the left so that his eyes hanging upwards could be aimed at everyone, and he said in a coquettish manner: "There is no need to roll rolls, I will know who is not here!" Expulsion! The Japanese friendly army is in the city. If you don’t cooperate with the friendly army, you are looking for boredom! The friendly army can be very polite to you, but it can also be very strict! You have to see clearly! If you are fired for not participating in the parade, I will report to you. On the Japanese side, the Japanese side must notify all the schools in Beiping that they will never take him in. Not to mention, the Japanese side will still regard him as a rebellious party, and he may not be arrested at any time! Do you understand? There was a puddle of yellow ointment in the corner of Mr. Lan's eyes, so he couldn't stop blinking; at this moment, while waiting for the student to answer, he dug the yellow ointment with his fingers and wiped it on the front of his robe. The students haven't spoken yet.Silence is sometimes resistance. Mr. Lan didn't feel embarrassed at all, and turned around and asked the two workers to distribute small flags of various colors to each student.Speechless and out of necessity, everyone took Xiaoqi over.After the flags were scattered, Mr. Lan told Ruifeng: "Let's go!" Ruifeng ran two steps, took the school flag and opened it.It was a rectangular blue silk flag slightly darker than the blue of the sky.Without fringe or fringe, this is a plain and generous flag; in the middle there is a line of words cut and carved with white satin. The school flag was unfurled, and the students stood at attention automatically, raising their heads.Everyone seems to say: It is enough to teach us, it seems that there is no need to teach the banner representing the whole school to be insulted!The unspoken meaning of this point immediately became superficial—Ruifeng handed the flag to Paitou, but Paitou didn't shake his head or make a sound, but just resolutely refused to accept it.This is a fifteen-year-old tall and big, heavy-browed and fat-faced, honest and a bit silly, a student.There was a big tear in the corner of his eye, his cheeks were flushed red, he was breathing with difficulty, and his hands drooped forcefully.His whole body showed that if someone forced him to hold the blue flag, he would do his best! Ruifeng saw that the fat student was not easy to mess with, so he quickly handed the flag to the person behind the fat man, but he was also rejected.Ruifeng froze there, feeling a little angry and didn't dare to attack.It seemed that there was a current flowing all the way to the end of the platoon, and very quickly everyone knew what the two leaders were doing.Still silent, everyone unanimously raised their faces, expressing that no one would accept the school flag.Ruifeng's small eyes slid from the front to the end of the row, and he could see that there was a anger hidden under those rigid faces; if someone poked at them without knowing the times, the anger would explode like a bomb. Blow him and Lan Dongyang to pieces.He's not there.Then he didn't want to hold the school flag as if it was poisonous, and others didn't want to take it either. Mr. Lan tilted his face, and he also saw clearly that he must not show his power at this moment.He told a worker: "You go to raise the flag! Two yuan for the drink!" This is a worker who is almost fifty years old.Here, he has served fifteen years in one go.On the job, he is just a coworker.In maintaining the school's discipline, his contribution is no less than that of a dedicated trainer.With the qualifications of his many years of service, he often dared to say honest words to teachers and students that made them regret.His advice is sometimes enough to mediate the disputes of two or three people, and sometimes even puts out a storm from the dark.He was loved and loved by everyone, and he loved the school—the principal, the teachers, the students, all changed from year to year, and he was the only one who was always here. Today, regardless of age or qualifications, Lao Yao—that old worker—should not be called to fight the flag and run so far.Lao Yao felt as sad about celebrating the fall of Baoding as the students.He was stunned for a while when Mr. Lan sent him.He doesn't want to go.However, he could see that the teacher and the students were already in a stalemate over the school flag, and if he also refused to display the flag, it might cause some unpleasant things.Sighing, he went over and took the flag in his hand, and stood in front of the team with his head down. Now it's time for Ruifeng to shout the password.He took a few steps backwards, and he felt that these few steps were very impressive.After running to a suitable distance, he stood upright, with his feet aligned, exerted force from his dantian, and called out a very sharp and piercing "Li".He raised his head, the muscles of his neck swelled up, supporting the elongation of the word "Li"; then, his heels left the ground, and he quickly closed his eyes, trying to call out a very crisp and powerful "right" "Words come.The strength was indeed used, but for some reason the word "Zheng" was like a dumb firecracker without any sound.His little dry face and neck were red.He knew the students would laugh out loud.He waited for them to laugh, there was nothing else to do.Strange, not only did they not laugh, they didn't even have a smile.He coughed twice, and wanted to call a right turn and walk in step in a perfunctory manner, so as to teach himself to step down.But his voice seemed completely lost.He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Lao Yao is quite familiar with standing upright and walking in unison.Seeing Ruifeng open his mouth, he turned to the right, raised the flag, and walked slowly. The students followed Lao Yao slowly, out of the playground, out of the school gate, out of the alley.Their heads are getting lower and lower, and the small paper flags in their hands are tightly attached to their pants.They didn't dare to make a sound, and they didn't dare to look directly at the people on the street.Today they are officially going to admit that they are subjugated slaves in front of the Japanese! Groups of male and female students walked in the unique autumn sunshine of Beiping—with their small and innocent hearts, they accommodated the shame that had never been seen in history!They couldn't resist.Not long ago, they had all heard the sound of enemy artillery and bombs, and had seen enemy tank convoys demonstrating on the street. They knew that none of their fathers, brothers, or teachers planned to resist.They can only bow their heads and march for the enemy.The small flags in their hands read "Long Live Great Japan!" The greatest shame makes even children who are less than ten years old know the silence, and their mouths are sealed with shame.On cars, trams, rickshaws, and in front of houses and shops, flags and colorful decorations were hung, but Peiping was as quiet as dead.Teams of elementary school students with their heads bowed and silent passed by, and this silent team made the whole street suddenly suffocated.In the old days, when two dogs were fighting on the streets of Beiping, many people would gather around to watch; or some people would shout hello a few times.Today, passers-by keep their heads down.There are no spectators outside the shop.There are no trumpets or bronze drums in front of the student team, and the leader neither shouts one, two one, nor blows a whistle, so that everyone's steps are in unison.Everyone was just so silent, frightened and wandering, walking slowly.People in the queue dare not look left and right, and pedestrians on the road dare not look toward the queue.They all know that today is not a parade, but the first public meeting with the enemy, and openly admit that the enemy is the master of Peiping!Everyone on the road knows that most of the student demonstrations in the past were to show resistance to the evil forces; sometimes they agreed with the students' opinions, and sometimes they were not very satisfied with the students' actions; but no matter what, they knew that the students were the new citizens and represented the new people. The power of students; students dare to resist, dare to make trouble.Today, the students went to Tiananmen Square to surrender, and they themselves are the father and brother of the students! Ruifeng came here to join in the fun, he never expected that the street would be so lonely.After walking just over a mile, he felt tired; this was not a parade, but a funeral!No, it's more boring and embarrassing than attending a funeral!Although his mind was quite dull, but looking at the street and the students, he couldn't deny that something might be wrong!As soon as the team entered the street, he jumped back and forth, like a dog watching a flock of sheep, showing that he did have the ability and enthusiasm to lead the team.In order to save the embarrassment of not chanting the slogan well in the playground just now, while jumping forward and backward, he also moved Xiaogan's head and shouted one, two, one, so as to teach everyone to keep their feet in line and cheer up.However, he wasted his efforts.Everyone can't lift their feet.Slowly, he stopped shouting one-two-one; slowly, he also stopped jumping forward and backward, and just walked obediently in the middle of the team; slowly, he also lowered his head.He didn't know why he was like this.He likes to be lively, and he has never understood what is serious.However, the streets of Peiping and the students in Peiping made him bow his head for the first time today, feeling that he should keep silent.He regretted taking part in the parade.He sneaked back and forth to look for Lan Dongyang, but he had disappeared.He felt a little flustered.Although the sun was so beautiful and there were flags and streamers hanging everywhere in the street, he suddenly felt strange!He didn't know what kind of sinister ambush was arranged in Tiananmen Square. He just felt that the sky, the land, and the people in Beiping were a bit scary today.He doesn't have much concept of the country, but now he seems to feel a little inappropriate - the inappropriateness of a subjugated country! He walked to the Dongsi archway in a daze, and he really wanted to leave the team secretly.But he didn't dare to do this, for fear that Mr. Lan would scold him.He had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk forward, as if his calves were about to twist their muscles. At this time, Ruixuan was staring at the calendar in a daze, today is Double Tenth Day! He declined to join the parade.So, inevitably, he had to think of resigning.At school, he was a man who devoted himself to teaching and had no other ambitions.Although he is often seen as the most promising candidate when changing the dean and principal, this is purely due to his qualifications and character, and has nothing to do with himself; Campaign anyone to help him as director or principal.His dedication to teaching is an end, not a means to an end.In addition to teaching, as long as the school thinks it is legitimate for the activities of student groups, as long as he receives a formal invitation, he will definitely participate.He believes that education is not only to teach students a little knowledge in textbooks, but also requires the emotional and personality contact between teachers and students.He knows he's not a pushy person in group activities, but he doesn't let that put him off—he's calm and enthusiastic.In his heart, he opposed the students and often went out to march.However, he must participate in every parade, whether he agrees with the purpose of the parade or not.He thought that since he was a teacher, it was his responsibility to take care of the students, especially when the students left the school in groups.It is true that his zeal never caused him to infringe upon the authority of the headmaster or any staff member, or to meddle in their own business, but the very act of following the procession gave him peace of mind—that he should be at the students' side.If the students encounter any misfortune and danger, he will do his best to protect them.After the students came back safe and sound, he was relieved when he saw that the students had entered the school gate.Then, without entering the school gate, he hurried home—he didn't use a basin of water from the school to wash off the dust on his face just to participate in the parade. Today, he didn't go to the parade.He can't go!He can't just roll his eyes and watch male and female students bow to the Japanese flag and the Japanese on National Day!However, on the other hand, he is not doing his duty.He should resign.In his life, he looked down on those who took a salary and were not responsible for doing things.However, resigning was just to comfort his conscience, and it did not help the immediate crisis—what if, he thought, the Japanese gathered the students in Tiananmen Square and carried out a massacre?Intellectually, he found many reasons why the Japanese would not be so vicious, and he also thought: Even if he was with the students, if the Japanese wanted to massacre, what ability would he have to stop it?If the Japanese machine gunned him, he would surely die; and he was the head of a family!After thinking about it, he couldn't decide anything.The more he couldn't make up his mind, the more anxious he became; his head was sweating.Finally, he thought: Even if the Japanese didn't want to massacre today, how do we know that none of our students threw a bomb or two at the Japanese?With so many students, is it true that none of them is courageous?Yes, dropping one or two bombs in Peiping today is like throwing a small brick into the sea; however, history has its rhythm, and there must be a loud drum or gong at that time.The heroic and righteous men are the big gongs and drums in the rhythm of history.Their voices may not have any effect at the time, but whenever the nation is in peril, those loud voices tremble in the hearts of the nation again.That is the eternal voice between heaven and earth.Thinking of this, his reason could no longer control his emotions anyway.Regardless of whether it is life or death, he must go to Tiananmen Square to see it. Putting on the robe, he buttoned it up and rushed out, not even answering Xiao Shun'er's "Dad, where are you going?" As soon as he got out of the gate, he ran into Xiao Cui who had just pulled the car back from the street.Ruixuan didn't want to greet Xiao Cui at first, but when he saw the car, he was taken aback.He wants to take Xiao Cui's car, not only because the road is quite long, but also because he is impatient and impatient to walk step by step. Xiao Cui, when he was pulling the car, would never say hello to the neighbors first, for fear of being misunderstood that he was soliciting business.His car is new and fast, so the asking price is higher.He was afraid of embarrassing his neighbors with the high price of his car.Now, seeing Qi Ruixuan startled him, he spoke first; he counted Ruixuan in the class that could afford his car. "Does Mr. Qi take a car? If you want to take a ride, I'll take it!" Before Ruixuan could answer, he continued rambling on, as if he had been suffocated for a long time: "There are only teams passing by on the street. Students, you can’t touch anyone who rides a car! Students, you are students in everything you do, and you really have a face! Last year, they were the ones who paraded the flag for the chairman of the committee; today, they are the ones who parade the flag for the Japanese! Sincerely looking for scolding! Don't you think so?" Ruixuan's face turned into a big red cloth; if possible, even the roots of his hair would turn red!He knew that Xiao Cui was scolding the students, not him.He also knew that Xiao Cui's opinion was not completely correct, and Xiao Cui would not make a judgment based on all aspects of a matter.Even so, he couldn't stop blushing, Xiao Cui scolded the students, and he Qi—Ruixuan—is the teacher of the students!He himself is going to Tiananmen Square now!Besides, Xiao Cui's opinion, no matter whether it is right or not, is probably the common opinion of ordinary people, and the common opinion of ordinary people, no matter whether it is right or not, will soon become something similar to belief!He didn't know who—the Japanese or the Chinese traitors—had come up with such an outrageous idea to teach students to kowtow to the enemy at Tiananmen Square on National Day.Everything is inferior, only reading is high!Scholars are the idols of Xiaocui.Scholars are polite, honest and shameless, and disciples of saints.Scholars are leading the way to boycott Japanese products, to support the national government, and there are many inexplicable things like equal rights for men and women, freedom and independence... Today, scholars are leading the way to shout Long Live Japan! Ruixuan thought of this very quickly, and stopped thinking very quickly: he had to decide whether to go to Tiananmen or not.If he still goes, he will sit in the car and talk to Xiao Cui, and teach Xiao Cui about the difficulties and pains of the students.However, he decided not to go.His words won't convince Xiao Cui, not because Xiao Cui's head is made of wood, but because Xiao Cui's emotional judgment is probably irrefutable, unless one or two students throw bombs in the venue today ; But, is there such a student? Mr. Guan, wearing a hard blue satin jacket, twisted out of No. 3 with a happy face.With a slight movement of his eyeballs, he sifted out Xiao Cui like a grain of sand in rice, and turned all his amiable looks towards Ruixuan. Xiao Cui put the car at the door and lifted the car mat.He wondered why Qi Ruixuan was so at a loss, but he refused to stand with Guan Xiaohe, so he walked into the house very unhappy. "Ruixuan!" Mr. Guan's voice was very gentle and affectionate. "Do you want to go to Tiananmen Square? This excitement is worth seeing! If you want to go, let's go together?" Ruixuan was willing to talk with Xiao Cui all day, but he was not happy to have a word with Guan Xiaohe.Xiao Cui hates the students, but Mr. Guan loves to watch the excitement of the students. "This..." Ruixuan didn't know what words he said, so he walked back in a daze, and walked in the courtyard with his head down. Mr. Guan didn't want to watch the fun, but wanted to teach the Japanese to watch him.As for how to join the Xinminhui, he has not found any way.Originally, I wanted to ask Master Liu to make two "games" to attract the attention of the Japanese. Who knew that Master Liu would be so ignorant, so he refused politely.Since he couldn't present his skills, he thought he should at least teach the Japanese to look at themselves.It is true that when Qian Moyin was arrested, the Japanese military police had already seen him.However, the gendarme is just a gendarme, and the gendarme probably will not give him an errand.Today, in front of Tiananmen Square, there must be some Japanese dignitaries, so that only when they see them can they hope to become officials. Ruifeng and his team were almost the first to come to Tiananmen Square.He expected that the surrounding area of ​​the venue would be as lively as a temple fair. Groups of vendors selling sweets and fruits, and groups of men and women, must walk along the red walls on all sides, shouting, crowded, and going back and forth. Chaos; in a little distance, there are even people who illuminate the West Lake and perform tricks, beating simple but attractive gongs and drums.He also hoped that from the west and south of the mountain, there would be the sound of a line of military music for a while, and then the sound of trumpets and bronze drums would become louder and louder. He could poke his head and see a flag fluttering in the air.The school flag of Peking School has the same shape and color, and no one is the same as anyone else.Behind the flag, he likes to see the gymnastics instructor and the Boy Scouts covered with ropes and clubs.He was particularly fond of the tick-tock military music, although the tone was simple, it was enough to make his heart beat; when his heart was beating like this, he always felt as if he understood iron bloodism quite well.Nine times out of ten when he was happy and wanted to hum, he hummed a simple tick-tick of the bugle. However, the real scene in front of him was completely different from what he expected to see.The red walls of Tiananmen Square, Taimiao, Sheji Altar, the jade railings in front of the red walls, and the black and green old pines behind the red walls are all so majestic and majestic. A little light is added to make the whole picture appear solemn.Loudness and frivolity are not allowed here.The tall Tian'anmen faces the tall Zhengyangmen. The two towers are so close to each other, but at the same time they seem to be very far apart.Pedestrians between the two gates can only feel as small as an ant.Poor Ruifeng and his team stood on the stone road between the west gates, as if they were nothing.Ruifeng couldn't see the excitement, but only felt a heavy air coming from the city tower, red wall, and jade, pressing on his thin neck; he could only lower his head.For the meeting, a simple podium has been set up in front of Yushi Bridge.Although the wooden podium of the mat shed is covered with flags of all sizes, it is obviously very humble. If the city towers and stone bridges were immortal things, the mat shed would be blown away without a trace by a gust of wind. !There is no one on stage yet.Ruifeng looked at the empty platform and the city tower, then quickly lowered his head again.He felt terrible.In the sunny autumn light, the black eyes on the city tower seem to blink very slowly!Who can guarantee that there are no machine guns in those black eyes!He desperately hoped that more people would come to fill the square and give him some courage!Slowly, some students came from the east, west, south, and three sides.There was no snare drum or bugle, no sound at all, and the groups just came and stood in silence, helpless.Cars and horses have stopped passing by here.There are no peddlers in Siwai, nor are there men and women who watch the excitement.Ruifeng has participated in several large memorial services, and none of them have been so quiet as today--today is a celebration! There are more and more students.Although there are many people, they still cannot fill the square in front of Tiananmen Square.The more people there are, the crimson walls and tall towers seem to become redder and taller, suppressing the momentum of the people.People, flags, seem to be nothing more than feathers of no weight.而天安门是一座庄严美丽的山。巡警，宪兵，也增多起来；他们今天没有一点威风。他们，在往日，保护过学生，也殴打过学生，今天，他们却不知如何是好——天安门，学生，日本人，亡国，警察，宪兵，这些连不到一气的，象梦似的联到了一气！懒懒的，羞愧的，他们站在学生一旁，大家都不敢出声。天安门的庄严尊傲使他们沉默，羞愧——多么体面的城，多么可耻的人啊！ 蓝东阳把干事的绸条还在衣袋里藏着，不敢挂出来。他立在离学生差不多有半里远的地方，不敢挤在人群里。常常欠起一点脚来，他向台上望，切盼他的上司与日本人来到，好挂出绸条，抖一抖威风。台上还没有人。吊起他的眼珠，他向四外寻，希望看见个熟人；找不到，天安门前是多么大呀，找人和找针一样的难。象刚停落下来的鸟儿似的，他东张张西望望，心里极不安。天安门的肃静和学生的沉默教他害了怕。他那比鸡脑子大不了多少的诗心，只会用三五句似通不通的话去幸灾乐祸的讥诮某人得了盲肠炎，或嫉妒的攻击某人得到一百元的稿费。他不能欣赏天安门的庄严，也不能了解学生们的愤愧与沉默。他只觉得这么多人而没有声音，没有动作，一定埋藏着什么祸患，使他心中发颤。 学生们差不多已都把脚站木了，台上还没有动静。他们饥渴，疲倦，可是都不肯出声，就是那不到十岁的小儿女们也懂得不应当出声，因为他们知道这是日本人叫他们来开会。他们没法不来，他们可是恨日本鬼子。一对对的小眼睛眨巴眨巴的看着天安门，那门洞与门楼是多么高大呀，高大得使他们有点害怕！一对对的小眼睛眨巴眨巴的看着席棚，席棚上挂着日本旗，还有一面大的，他们不认识的五色旗。他们莫名其妙，这五道儿的旗子是干什么的，莫非这就是亡国旗么？who knows!他们不敢问老师们，因为老师们今天都低着头，眼中象含着泪似的。他们也只好低下头去，用小手轻轻的撕那写着中日亲善等等字样的纸旗。 学生差不多已到齐，但是天安门前依旧显着空虚冷落。人多而不热闹比无人的静寂更难堪——甚至于可怕。在大中华的历史上，没有过成千上万的学生在敌人的面前庆祝亡国的事实。在大中华的历史上，也没有过成千上万的学生，立在一处而不出一声。最不会严肃的中国人，今天严肃起来。 开会是带有戏剧性的；台上的播音机忽然的响了，奏着悲哀阴郁的日本歌曲。四围，忽然来了许多持枪的敌兵，远远的把会场包围住。台上，忽然上来一排人，有穿长袍的中国人，也有武装的日本人。忽然，带着绸条的人们——蓝东阳在内——象由地里刚钻出来的，跳跳钻钻的在四处跑。不知是谁设的计，要把大会开得这么有戏剧性。可是，在天安门前，那伟大庄严的天安门前，这点戏剧性没有得到任何效果。一个小儿向大海狂喊一声是不会有效果的。那广播的音乐没有使天安门前充满了声音，而只象远远的有人在念经或悲啼——一种好自杀的民族的悲啼。远远的那些兵，在天安门与正阳门的下面，是那么矮小，好象是一些小的黑黑的宽宽的木棒子；在天安门前任何丑恶的东西都失掉了威风。台上，那穿长袍的与武装的，都象些小傀儡，在一些红红绿绿的小旗子下，坐着或立着；他们都觉得自己很重要，可是他们除了象傀儡而外，什么也不象。蓝东阳与他的"同志"们，满以为忽然的挂出绸条，会使自己全身都增加上光彩，而且使别人敬畏他们，可是天安门与学生们只是那么静静的，一动不动，一声不出，似乎根本没有理会他们。 一个穿长袍的立起来了，对着扩声机发言。由机器放大了的声音，碰到那坚厚的红墙，碰到那高大的城楼，而后散在那象没有边际似的广场上，只象一些带着痰的咳嗽。学生们都低着头，听不到什么，也根本不想听见什么；他们管那穿长袍而伺候日本人的叫作汉奸。 穿长袍的坐下，立起个武装的日本人。蓝东阳与他的"同志"们，这时候已分头在各冲要的地方站好，以便"领导"学生。他们拚命的鼓掌，可是在天安门前，他们的掌声直好象大沙漠上一只小麻雀在拍动翅膀。他们也示意教学生们鼓掌，学生们都低着头，没有任何动作，台上又发出了那种象小猫打胡噜的声音，那个日本武官是用中国话说明日本兵的英勇无敌，可是他完全白费了力，台下的人听不见，也不想听。他的力气白费了，而且他自己似乎也感到没法使天安门投降；天安门是那么大，他自己是那么小，好象一个猴向峨嵋山示威呢。 一个接着一个，台上的东洋小木人们都向天安门发出嗡嗡的蚊鸣，都感到不如一阵机关枪把台下的人扫射干净倒还痛快。他们也都感到仿佛受了谁的愚弄。那些学生的一声不出，天安门的庄严肃静，好象都强迫着他们承认自己是几个猴子，耍着猴子戏。他们在城楼上，玉石桥下面，都埋伏了兵与机关枪，防备意外的袭击。在台上，他们还能远远的望到会场外围给他们放哨的兵——看着也象小傀儡。可是，天安门和学生们好象不懂得炸弹与手枪有什么用处，沉默与淡漠仿佛也是一种武器，一种不武而也可怕的武器。 台上和台下的干事们喊了几句口号。他们的口都张得很大，手举得很高，可是声音很小，很不清楚。学生们一声不出。庆祝保定的胜利？谁不知道保定是用炸弹与毒气攻下来的呢！ 台上的傀儡们下了台，不见了。带绸条的干事们拿着整篮子的昭和糖来分发，每个学生一块。多么高大的天安门啊，每人分得那么小的一块糖！中日亲善啊，每人分得一块糖，在保定被毒气与炸弹毁灭之后！昭和糖与小旗子都被扔弃在地上。 冠先生早已来到，而不敢往前凑，怕有人放炸弹。台上已经有两三个人讲过话，他才大着胆来到台前。他很想走上台去，可是被巡警很不客气的拦住。他只好站在学生的前面。学生的第一行离讲台也有五六丈远，台上的人不容易看清楚了他。他想往前挪一挪，按照旧戏中呈递降表的人那样打躬，报门而进，好引起台上的注意。巡警不准他往前挪动。他给巡警解释了几句： "请放心，我没有别的意思！我是要给台上的人们行个礼！" "难道台上的人是尊家的爸爸？"巡警没有好气的问。 冠先生没再说什么，也没再想往前挪动，只那么心到神知的，远远的，向上深深鞠了躬。而后，他必恭必敬的听着台上发出来的声音；扬着脸，希望台上的人或者能看清了他的眉眼。最后，他也接过一块昭和糖，而且对"干事"说："会开得很好呢！"——天安门的一幕滑稽剧，只得到这么一句称赞。