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It was suddenly cold. Ruixuan met Mr. Qian Moyin on the fourth day after he was released from prison.He could see that Mr. Qian was intentionally waiting for him at the place where he got off the tram every day.He guessed right, because Mr. Qian's first sentence was: "You are qualified to talk to me, Ruixuan!" Ruixuan smiled bitterly.He knew that the old man's so-called "qualification" must have been in prison. Mr. Qian's face is dark and thin, but also very hard.From this face, I can no longer find the fat and chubby, gentle and honest, and bookish before.He had completely changed, into a sunken sun with a smacked cheek and a sharp-edged face.Some scraggly beard covers the mouth.A pair of eyes are extremely bright and powerful; they no longer look at people indifferently as before, but are like sharp needles with some light, trying to nail what they are looking at.This is no longer like a poet's face, but more like the face of someone who has practiced martial arts, thin and tough.

The old man was wearing a short blue cloth jacket on his upper body, but his lower body was just a pair of very old and thin trousers.He was wearing a pair of old cloth shoes and the same sock, one was indeed black, the other seemed to be blue or purple, with no definite color. Ruixuan lost his usual composure and didn't know what to do.Mr. Qian is his old neighbor, good teacher and helpful friend, and also a patriot.He saw several different Mr. Qian at a glance: a neighbor, a poet, a friend, a prisoner, and a hero who dared to defy the enemy.From these many aspects, he can open his condolences and express his concern, miss, admiration, and joy.But he couldn't say a word.Mr. Qian stared at him dumbfounded, as if a snake would suck a frog and dare not move again.

Mr. Qian smiled a little under his beard, which was generous, beautiful, and sincere.There was no hypocrisy or pride in this smile, but it was as innocent as a healthy baby laughing in a dream.This smile fully shows his carefree, healthy and brave.It is as beautiful and full as an old tree blooming.Ruixuan also smiled, but he himself felt that the smile was forced, powerless, and cowardly and ashamed. "Let's go, let's talk!" Mr. Qian said in a low voice. Ruixuan has longed to have a talk with the old man for a long time.In his world, there are only three people he can talk to: Ruiquan, Mr. Fushan, and Poet Qian.Among the three, Ruiquan is sometimes naive, and Mr. Fushan is sometimes too forceful. Only Mr. Qian's attitude and words make people feel comfortable forever.

They entered a small teahouse.Mr. Qian asked for a bowl of boiled water. "Shall I have a bowl of tea?" Ruixuan asked respectfully, and paid for the tea first. "The habits of scholar-bureaucrats must be eliminated. I haven't drunk tea for a long time!" Mr. Qian took a sip of boiling water. "Pull away those habits, and then we can recover and become ordinary people. You see, those who crawl in the trenches to fight are all ordinary people who don't eat tea, not scholar-bureaucrats who wear big shirts and drink incense. We are refined jade, The people are Pu. A small jade ring is just a decoration, and a Pu with stone roots will smash a person's head!"

Ruixuan looked at his robe. "Does the third child believe it?" The old man asked with concern. "No." "Where's Master Liu?" "I don't believe it either." "Okay! There are two ways to escape, either death or life. There is only one way for those who refuse to escape-death! I persuaded Xiao Cui, and I saw his head!" The old man's voice was always His voice is very low, and his eyes are used to help his voice. Wherever the tone should be emphasized, his eyes are brighter. Ruixuan teased Gaier, who covered the bowl, with a tambourine.

"You haven't been wronged? Are you—" the old man's eyes quickly swept away.Ruixuan already understood the problem, "No! My flesh is probably not worth a dozen!" And the true face of the enemy! So I just said: You have the qualifications to talk to me. I miss you all the time, but I avoid you on purpose, I am afraid that you will comfort me and teach me to give up my little one. You have been in prison, you have seen death, even if you can’t help me, you won’t dissuade me! Persuasion makes me angry. I dare not see you, just as I dare not see Kim Sanye and Daughter-in-law!"

"Noqiu and I looked for you, in Jin..." The old man snatched the words away: "Don't mention Yeqiu! He has brains, but no bones! He has dug himself a grave! Yes, I know his difficulties, but I can't forgive him! I worked for the Japanese one day. Everything will never be forgiven by me! My words are not the law, but those who are cursed by me will probably not be forgiven by God!" These steel-like words made Ruixuan tremble slightly.He quickly asked: "Uncle Qian, how are you alive?" The old man smiled. "Me? It's very simple! I live according to my own way, and I don't care about the way of life of the scholar-officials at all, so it's very simple! I eat what I get; I wear what I get; walk Wherever I go, I sleep there. The whole city of Beiping is my home! Simplicity makes people happy. I now understand why Buddha became a monk and why Jesus was barefoot. Culture is clothing relics. Sometimes, clothing relics Can become a burden to people. Now, I get rid of those burdens, and I feel refreshed and free. With the clothes off, I can see more of myself!"

"What are you doing?" Ruixuan asked. The old man took a big sip of water. "Well, it's a long story." He glanced back, left, and right again.It was the time for dinner, and the small teahouse was already very quiet, except for two rickshaw drivers talking loudly about their own affairs three tables away. "At first," the old man lowered his voice even more, "I wanted to use the existing organization to reorganize and form a group against the enemy. Fighting, you know, can't be done by one person alone. I'm not Guan Gong, I don't want to sing "Single Sword Meeting"; besides, if Guan Gong was born today, he would definitely not dare to go to the meeting alone. You know, I was rescued from prison by someone who was helping? Well, when I think about it, I think of them. They have The organization has a history and loyalty. I started to investigate and visit. As a result, I found the two most powerful ones, the Black Gate and the White Gate. The White Gate is a branch of the White Lotus Sect, and the ancestor of the Black Gate is the Black Tiger Profound Altar I met their important people and explained my purpose of coming. They, they," the old man tugged at his neck, as if he was not breathing well.

"How are they?" "They spoke to me!" "road?" "road!" "What do you mean?" "That's right, what kind of way? The White Lotus Sect and the Black Tiger Profound Altar are both ways! If you believe in their way, you will be recognized by them, and you will enter the door. Those who enter the door will enjoy righteousness. That is to say, In addition to Tao, you also get a kind of convenience and security. The so-called convenience means that others cannot buy food, but you can buy it, and such things. The so-called security means that in times of crisis, someone will try to make you Safe. I asked them if they were anti-Japanese? They shook their heads! They said that the Japanese are very loyal and did not violate them, so they should also be loyal and not provoke the Japanese. Their loyalty is the most practical kind of gentleman’s agreement. Outside of this agreement, they don't care about anything—even the nation. They see Japanese aggression as a danger, and as long as the Japanese knife is not on their necks, they think that the Japanese are very polite. loyalty, and feel that they have been guaranteed. The Japanese are also very shrewd and have seen this clearly, so not only will they not be attacked for the time being, but they will be given various conveniences. In this way, their morality and loyalty have become obstacles to resisting Japan! I Ask them if they can unite. The Black Gate and the White Gate unite. Even if they don’t openly resist Japan, they can still concentrate their efforts on doing things related to social welfare. They must not unite, because they each have their own way. Differences are enemies. However, although the black and white sects are hostile to each other, they naturally respect each other, because people always hate their opponents on the one hand, and respect them on the other. On the contrary, they are not suitable for those who have no sects. Treat them like a human being. When I was in contact with them in the first year of junior high school, based on my appearance and conversation, they thought that I must also be an insider. When they found out, I was just a naked person. I kicked it out. But I didn’t stop my activities because of this. I went to them, I went to talk to them, and I told them that I knew some things about Confucius, Mencius, and Buddha and Jesus, and I liked talking to them. Let’s talk. They rejected me. Their way is the way. There are no Confucius, Mencius and Foye in the world, as if they were. They kicked me out again and warned me that if I continue to talk too much, they will It will kill me! Their way has blocked their eyes, not only will they not see the truth, but they will also refuse to receive knowledge. They have no respect for me personally. My age, my knowledge, and my patriotism Their zeal is of no use, and I am not a human being, because I do not believe in their way!"

The old man stopped talking, Ruixuan also froze.After a long silence, the old man smiled again. "However, don't worry, I am not discouraged because of this. Anyone who is determined to save the country will not be discouraged, because he does not consider personal gains and losses at all. Since this plan of borrowing the inherent organization will not work, I want to unite some friends , come to a new organization. But how many friends do I have in total? Few. My former semi-hermit life cut me off from society. My friends are wine, poems, pictures, and flowers. Besides, empty organization What is the use of getting up without money and weapons? I sadly abandoned this project. I no longer want to organize anything, but do it alone with my bare hands. This is almost stupid. Modern things can be successful without a single person Yes. But, given my past life, the quietness of the people in Peking, and the tightness of the Japanese spy network, I have no choice but to do it alone. I know it will never succeed, and I also know that doing it is better than not doing it. I am determined to do a little bit, even though my career fails, I myself will not fail: I decide to die to save the country! Although my work is a drop of rain on the desert, a drop of rain is a drop of rain after all; The bravery of the rain is that it dares to fall on the desert! Well, I started to make loach. In the fish market, isn’t there always a loach in every big pot of eels? It moves a lot, and the eels follow it. , so that everyone will not be crushed quietly in one place, crushing themselves to death, the city of Peiping is a big basin, the people of Peiping are eels, and I am loach." The old man stared at Ruixuan, and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand on the foam.Then he went on to say: "When I still have enough money to buy two pancakes and a bowl of boiling water, I don't care about tomorrow, but go to do today's work first. Wherever I go, there is my office. When I walked to the painting exhibition, I tried to tell the painters what I said. They might think I was a lunatic, but my words made them stunned for a while. Just be stunned. Thinking about what I said, I felt ashamed. When I met young men and women talking about love in the park, I hated it and asked them, is love still sacred after being a subjugated slave? I am not afraid of being disgusted, I am a loach Sometimes, I was beaten too; but when I said, "Beat me! Kill one more person for the Japanese! They will always withdraw their hands. In the small teahouse, I not only went to drink water, but also caught someone." As far as I can persuade anyone, I have persuaded Xiao Cui, Master Liu, and so many young and strong people. This is very effective. Didn’t Master Liu escape? Although I can’t organize anything in Beiping City, I can It can teach bloody people to escape and join our national anti-Japanese organizations! Roughly speaking: poor people are more moved than rich people, and inferior people are more moved than people wearing long gowns, because they Simple and pure. People in long gowns think they are knowledgeable and refuse to listen to others. They have many worries. If they have corns on their feet, they have good reasons for refusing to escape from Peiping!" When I I couldn't find the money to buy pancakes, so I went into business.I saved a few sheets of paper, and some drawing supplies.When I had no money, I painted one or two pictures in the brightest colors to swindle some money.Sometimes, when I was too lazy to paint, I would deposit a few dollars on a piece of clothing, then buy some mints and the like, and sell them at the gate of the school.While selling sugar, I told the students stories about loyalty in history and advised them to go to the rear to go to school.Of course, it is not easy for young students to escape on their own, but at least they will love to hear my stories and be moved.My mouth is my machine gun, and my words are my bullets. "

The old man drank the water in one gulp and asked the waiter to fill his glass again. "Not only do I advise people to flee, but I also advise everyone to kill the enemy. When I see a cart puller, I will say: If you tilt the cart, you will fall half to death; if you meet a drunk Japanese, throw him off, Strangled him to death! When I met a student, I, I also cruelly taught: if a manual knife is pointed at the throat, it can also kill the Japanese teacher. You know, I used to be a person who would not hurt an ant; today, But I advocate killing and encourage killing. Killing is not my hobby or ideal, but a means. Only by killing and defeating the enemy can we achieve peace. Reasoning with the Japanese is like telling Tang poetry to a dog; By stabbing a knife into their hearts, they may realize that other people are not dogs and slaves. I also know that killing a Japanese requires at least three or five people to pay for it. However, I can't just count the number of human lives, but Let the eels rot in the basin. The more you kill, the more obvious the hatred; only those who can hate and take revenge will not be subjugated. Those who did not resist in Peking are lost, and we must take them back with blood. Terror must be caused. This The horror is not just waiting for the Japanese to kill us, but we will kill them too. If one of us dares to raise a knife, the Japanese will have to blink, and also teach our honest Peking people that the Japanese are not iron fighters Yes. How much terror was caused by us, and we saw the light; the light of swords and guns is liberation and free lightning. A few days ago, we assassinated two special envoys. Just wait and see, the Japanese will definitely have a more powerful method To deal with us; at the same time, the Japanese will definitely play more tricks of Sino-Japanese friendship on the surface; the Japanese will always kill people while telling the ghosts. Only kill, only kill more, you kill me, I kill you , rolling in blood with each other, our eels can understand that the goodwill of the Japanese is fake, and can no longer be fooled by them. For those two special envoys, Xiao Cui and the driver died in vain, thousands of People went to prison for no reason and were tortured. This is exactly what we hope. In a sense, Xiao Cui did not die in vain. His head is still used to counter-propaganda Japanese goodwill and peace. What! Our only catchphrase today is the Seven Kills Monument, Kill! Kill! Kill!..." The old man closed his eyes and rested for a while.When he opened his eyes, his vision was not so sharp.Very gentle, almost as gentle as before, he said: "In the future, if I can see peace again, I will definitely repent! People should never kill each other! Now, I will never regret it. Now, We must give up our petty humanitarianism to destroy the enemy in order to fight for a humanitarianism greater than women's benevolence. We must all become hunters for a while, dare to take risks, dare to shoot, because face to face we meet Beast. Poet and Orion united together, we will have a new culture, which loves peace, but when necessary, heroic and fortitude, willing to sacrifice for peace and truth. We must be like a mountain, both It is full of fragrant grasses and flowers, and there are extremely hard stones. What do you think? Ruixuan!" Ruixuan nodded without saying anything.He saw Uncle Qian as a mountain.In the past, this mountain only showed its beauty, but today it shows its treasures.If he praises a few words in general, it seems to insult this mountain.He couldn't say anything. After a long time, he finally asked: "Your actions, Uncle Qian, don't you attract the attention of the spies?" "Of course! Of course they pay attention to me!" The old man smiled proudly. "However, I have my way. I am often with them! You know, they are also Chinese. Secret agents are the most fashionable organization, but also the most unreliable organization. At the same time, they know that I have no weapons on me, and will not Make trouble for them. They probably take me for a half-lunatic, so I pretend to be crazy and talk to them. I tell them that I have been in prison and survived the sentence, so as to teach them that I am not afraid of prison and torture. They also Knowing that I really have no money, they can’t squeeze out money from me. When necessary, I scare them, saying that I am sent by the central government. They don’t have much national concept, but they don’t really believe in the Japanese. Feeling vaguely that the Japanese will fail in the future—they can’t give a reason, probably just because the Japanese are so annoying, so even they hope that the Japanese will fail. (This is the greatest tragedy of the Japanese!) Since they hope that the Japanese will fail, of course they Those who refuse to use real swords and guns and those sent by the central government are reckless. They must give themselves a step back. Let me tell you, Ruixuan, death is not easy. If you forget the horror of death once you forget it. I am not afraid of death, so I I found a lot of small jobs in front of the door of death. I am not in danger at the moment. However, who knows, I may die suddenly in the most unexpected place and time in the future. Whatever it is, I am still alive today , I will work boldly today!" At this time, it was already dark.Some vegetable oil lamps were lit in the small teahouse. "Uncle Qian," Ruixuan called in a low voice. "Go home, have something to eat, okay?" The old man refused without hesitation: "No! Seeing your grandfather and Xiao Shunzi reminds me of my own past life, which makes me feel uncomfortable. Today I am just like a person who changes from crawling to standing up and walking on two legs; as soon as I relax, I will crawl down and become a four-legged animal again! Humans are fragile and must support themselves with all their strength!" "So, shall we eat something outside?" "No! The reason is the same as above!" The old man slowly stood up.Just as he stood still, he sat down again. "A few more words. Do you know Professor Niu in your alley?" "No. Why?" "It's fine if you don't know each other. You should know You Tongfang?" Rui Xuan nodded. "She has a heart, you should take care of her! I also taught her that word - kill!" "Kill who?" "There are a lot of people who should be killed! It's good to be able to kill a few Japanese, but it's also good to kill a few things like Guan Xiaohe, Li Kongshan, and Da Chibao. This war of resistance should be a sweeping cleanup of the Chinese nation. On the one hand, we must drive away the enemy, and on the other hand, we should also clean up our own garbage. Our traditional concept of promotion and wealth, feudal thinking—that is, wanting to be a high official on the one hand, but willing to be a slave on the other—the family system, Educational methods and the habit of living in peace are all hereditary diseases of the nation. These diseases, when the country is at peace, will make the history silent, ordinary, and slowly move forward like an old cow; In the history of China, there are not many inventions and contributions that have illuminated the whole world. When the country is in crisis, these diseases are like tertiary syphilis, festering to the end at once. The big red buns are not people, but the visceral sores and diseases of the nation. Cut them off with a knife! Don't think they are just little bugs who don't know what to do and don't care. They are maggots. The maggots will turn into flies and spread evil diseases. Today, their sins are the same as those of the Japanese Many, the same size. So, they should be killed too!" "How should I take care of her?" Ruixuan asked rather embarrassed. "Encourage her, encourage her! A woman can often make up her mind, but she can't give up when she executes it!" The old man slowly stood up again. Rui Xuan still refused to move.He wants to say a sentence that he has been thinking about for a long time—"What lesson do you have for me?"——Speak out.However, he didn't dare to say it.He knew his cowardice and incompetence.If Uncle Qian taught him to leave the family cruelly, would he dare?He swallowed the words and slowly stood up. When the two left the teahouse, Ruixuan was reluctant to part with Old Man Qian, so he followed the old man.After walking a few steps, the old man stood still and said, "Ruixuan, you must leave after sending you off for thousands of miles. You can go home!" Ruixuan held the old man's hand. "Uncle, can we see each other often? You know..." "Inconvenience is common! I know you miss me, so why don't I miss you! However, the more we see each other, the more time we spend; the more time we spend talking! It doesn't count. Besides, the Chinese don't know how to keep secrets. Talking too much is harmful but not beneficial. I believe that you are a person who can keep secrets, so today I pour out all the words in my heart without reservation. But, even you and I also think it is right to talk less. Those who are willing to be slaves should Zhang Open your mouth and call your master from time to time. Those who are not willing to be slaves should keep their mouths shut and only open their mouths when it is most useful - spewing out hatred and anger. Take a chance, when I think I can find you, I will find you You come here. You don’t want me! You see, you and Noqiu have deprived me of the enjoyment of eavesdropping on my grandson’s cries! Goodbye! Greetings to the old people!” Rui Xuan let go of his hand helplessly.There seemed to be a hot air coming out of his hand, and he stood there blankly, watching Mr. Qian walking slowly in the shadow of the lamp.He didn't turn around until he could no longer see the old man. He has always been eager to see Mr. Qian.Today, he saw the old man, but he didn't say a few words.Shame cut back his words.In terms of age, he is much younger than the old man.In terms of knowledge, his new knowledge is richer than that of Poet Qian.In terms of patriotism, he is a person of the new era, and he should have at least as much as Uncle Qian.However, he watched Uncle Qian change from a hermit to a warrior, but he was still him, and he didn't make any progress.He had no choice but to listen to the old man talking, but he couldn't open his mouth.Without action, speaking more is boring.This era should have belonged to him, but it was snatched away by Old Man Qian.He couldn't help feeling ashamed. When we got home, we all had dinner.Yunmei gave him hot dishes and meals again.She asked him why he was late, and he didn't answer.After grabbing a bowl of rice casually, he lay on the bed and thought wildly. "What does Uncle Qian think of me?" He thought about this question over and over again.After a while, he felt that old man Qian must still think highly of him; otherwise, why would the old man still ask him to talk to him?After a while, he thought it was just masturbation. What did he do to teach the old man to respect him?No, he has not done anything beneficial to resisting the enemy and saving the country!So, why does the old man still think highly of him?no no!The old man came to talk to him not because he valued him, but because he missed him. He couldn't think clearly, and he was tired.Very early, he fell asleep. As the sun rose the next day, he saw a new light.He put himself down and only thought about Mr. Qian.He felt that although Mr. Qian had suffered a lot, he was still healthy or happy.Why?Because the old man had faith and determination; his faith made him absolutely believe that the Japanese could be defeated, and his determination made him do the work of defeating the Japanese without hesitation.Faith and determination rehabilitated and immortalized an old poet. Seeing this clearly, Ruixuan thought that no matter whether his actions coincided with a war of resistance or not, he should also learn from old man Qian on the firmness of will.Although he didn't try his best to kill the enemy, he also decided not to bow his knee to the enemy.This, in the past, he always thought it was negative, it was not arriving, it was escaping, it was a shameful thing.Because of shame, he always lowered his head all day long, not daring to look at others or himself in the mirror.Now, he decided to learn from Mr. Qian. Although he is different from Mr. Qian in action, he must be as determined and happy as Mr. Qian.His refusal to bow to the enemy is not just an escape, but a kind of conduct.By adhering to this ethics, he gained a little of Mr. Qian's fortitude.Suffering, punishment, and even killing for the sake of integrity are all best left to it.He must live up to integrity and suffering, and should no longer hide his head like a snail sheltering from the dorm.Yes, he must live; for himself, for his family, and for his integrity, he must live, and he must live in an upright manner, talking and laughing.He should be relieved.It's not the skinny and shameless reassurance like the second child Ruifeng, but he has enriched himself with faith and determination, making himself like an unshakable hill.He should no longer hide, but should see, touch, everything.He should go to Guan's house and see how rotten they are.He should see how Xiao Cui was beheaded.He should see all the atrocities and tricks of the Japanese.After reading it, he will be clearer and more determined, and maybe he will be hardened unexpectedly and join the work of the War of Resistance.Man is historical, not dreamy, material.He doesn't need to worry about Mr. Qian, but should imitate Mr. Qian's strength and carefree. Breakfast is still the porridge made from the leftovers from last night, as well as roasted steamed buns and old pickled radishes.However, he eats very well, a lot.He no longer feels sorry for the old people and children because of the buns, but believes that men, women, old and children deserve to suffer; only suffering can make everyone hate the enemy and love the country more.This is punishment, but also spur. After dinner, he was busy going to work.As soon as he went out, he met two Japanese people on the 1st.He didn't look down, but looked up at them.They, in his eyes today, are no longer victors, but cannon fodder.He knew that sooner or later they would be conscripted and die in China. He squeezed onto the tram.On weekdays, squeezing the tram is a kind of torture; today he thinks it is a kind of exercise.Thinking of the group of prisoners standing forever in the prison, and Mr. Qian's limp running, he felt that he should no longer worry about the traffic jam; worrying about trivial things would make people overly pessimistic. It's Saturday.He could leave the office at two o'clock in the afternoon.He decided to go to see the North China Literature and Art Writers Association meeting held in the Great Hall of the Taimiao at three o'clock in the afternoon.He wants to see, he no longer hides. Since Taimiao was turned into a park, it has never been as lively as Zhongshan Park.It only has the original ancient cypress hall, but lacks other flowers and trees pavilions.Most people in Peiping like to be lively, but here is too quiet.Now, it is winter, and there are even fewer tourists here.When Ruixuan arrived, although the five-color flag and the Japanese flag had been hung outside the gate, and many slogans had been pasted up, there was hardly a single person inside and outside.He walked slowly into the garden, pulling his hat up to his eyebrows, so as not to let acquaintances recognize him. He saw the famous gray crane on the old cypress.Two of them are standing on the top of the tree.He stood still, staring blankly at them.In the past, he remembered that he took Xiao Shun'er to see them, but he didn't see them.Today, I accidentally saw that he seemed to be attracted by them and couldn't move anymore.It is said that the gray cranes here are raised by the emperor and have been here for many years.Ruixuan doesn't know how many years a crane can live, whether these two have ever seen the emperor.He just felt that it was not right that they were still alive here after the Japanese occupied Beiping.Their feathers are so smooth, their postures are so elegant, coupled with the red walls, green cypresses, and palaces with golden tiles, they are really fairy birds in fairyland.However, the master of this fairyland has been replaced by Japanese pirates who kill people without batting an eye; what's the use of the fairy posture?Maybe the Japanese will pack them in cages and transport them to island countries as trophies for exhibition! However, birds are ignorant after all.What about people?Why did he just stare blankly at the pair of gray cranes instead of chasing away those murderous demons?He didn't want to go to the convention of the literary world.Gray cranes and him are both proud and cherish their feathers, but his arrogance with them is just a gesture, useless, useless!He wanted to walk home with his head down. However, very quickly, he corrected himself.No, he shouldn't be so sentimental again, so he lowered his head again.Sadness is not real, healthy, affection.Tears shed from sadness are dew, without the function of sweet rain.He went to the venue.He wants to hear what the Japanese say, and he wants to see the faces of the writers and artists who decorate the Japanese.He didn't come to see the gray crane. There are already quite a few people sitting and standing in the venue, but the meeting has not yet started.He drew a fake name on the sign-in book.He saw clearly that there were spies guarding the attendance book and everywhere in the temple.Since his arrest he had recognized them by their clothes and air.He secretly smiled inwardly.Secret agents are the most fashionable organization, but they are also the most unreliable organization, he remembered Mr. Qian's words.Using secret agents to support the regime is tantamount to building a house on the sand.The Japanese are very good at building houses, but it's a pity that they didn't check whether the foundation is sand. He found a place with few people behind and sat down.Gradually, he recognized several people: the one wearing a cap with melon skin and head like a piece of pagoda candy, the owner of Yiguangzhai, which specializes in stealing obscene books in Dong'an Market; the one with oily face, exhaling like a train The fat man is Zhou Zhoubao who sells ink cartridges in Liulichang; the young man with round eyes and fat face is Xiao Dong'er who ran out of the Dewenzhai paper shop outside the back door; Maoer Fang Liu.Except for the black-haired boy Fang Liu (who lives in No. 7 Xiaoyangquan) who must know him, the three of them may or may not know him, because he likes to visit bookstores and Liulichang on weekdays, and often buys things in Dewenzhai , so slowly got to know them, but they may not have paid attention to him.In addition, he also saw an old goblin in his sixties with face powder all over his face; after thinking about it for a long time, he remembered that it was Liu Yuqing, a fancier who often wrote drama reviews; he had seen him in drama magazines of photos.Around the old goblin, there were several people standing and sitting with smiles on their faces, all of whom looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who they were.From their looks and clothes, he guessed that they were either writing articles for the tabloid ass, or they were tabloid reporters.Based on this generally good guess, he thought of some new pseudonyms that appeared in the tabloids-Er Fool, Big Potato, Qingfeng Taoist, Anti-Xun Zhaizhu, Reshangfeng... .Putting these pseudonyms on the laughing people in front of him felt very appropriate, so appropriate that it made him sick. Da Chibao, Zhaodi, Guan Xiaohe, walked in.Da Chibao was wearing a long purple satin robe, a cloak embroidered in red, and a red woolen hat with a narrow brim, and a pheasant feather more than two feet long was inserted obliquely on it. .She walked very steadily and very slowly. As soon as she entered the palace gate, she held the cloak tightly with both hands, and the pheasant feathers on her head drew a semicircle from left to right.After the image was lit like this, she loosened her hands, arched her shoulders, and the cloak left her body, and it fell into Xiaohe's hands lightly and quickly.Then, she supported Zhaodi and walked forward very steadily, her body was motionless, only the pheasant feathers trembled slightly.Everyone in the hall stopped talking and laughing, their eyes were all attracted by the trembling pheasant feathers.Walking to the front row, she casually pushed the person sitting in the middle away like expelling a bug, and she sat there by herself - facing the vase of flowers on the podium table.Zhaodi sat next to his mother. Xiaohe put his wife's cloak on his left arm and nodded to everyone as he walked forward.His eyes were squinted, his mouth was half-open, and his lips moved slightly, but he said nothing; he made everyone guess with ease that he must be talking to them.After walking a few steps in this way, he felt that he had greeted everyone enough, closed his mouth, and caught up with his wife with small steps, and sat with her like a little pug. Ruixuan couldn't sit still after seeing the scene of Guan's couple; he wanted to go home again.However, at this time, a bell rang outside the door.Guan Xiaohe stood up halfway, clapping her hands above her head.Others followed suit.Ruixuan had no choice but to sit still. Amid the applause, Lan Dongyang was the first to walk in.Today, he is wearing a suit.No one could see his tie because his head and back were bowed.He walked sideways, with his hands tightly attached to his side, his head and back getting lower and lower, as if looking for something on the ground.Behind him is, Ruixuan recognized, the Japanese writer Ida who was once known for his anti-war propaganda.Ten years ago, Ruixuan heard Ida's speech.Ida is a small man with a big belly, which looks like a kimchi jar that can walk.His belly, today, is particularly protruding; his face is raised high.His hair has been a lot of white.Dongyang walked sideways, in order to fulfill the responsibility of leading the way on the one hand, and on the other hand to show the humility of not daring to be the first.His head was always next to Mr. Ida's belly, which made Ida a little unhappy, so after walking a few steps, Ida pushed his head away from his belly and walked up to the podium proudly.He didn't wait for others to come to the stage, so he sat in the middle.He didn't look down the stage, but looked proudly at the painted ceiling.The second, third, and fourth are all Japanese.他们的身量都不高，可是每个人都觉得自己是一座宝塔似的。日本人后面是两个高丽人，高丽人后面是两个东北青年。蓝东阳被井田那么一推，爽性不动了，就那么屁股顶着墙，静候代表们全走过去。都走完了，他依然保持着鞠躬的姿态，往台上走。走到台上，他直了直腰，重新向井田鞠躬。然后，他转身，和台下的人打了对脸。他的眼珠猛的往上一吊，脸上的肌肉用力的一扯，五官全挪了地方，好象要把台下的人都吃了似的。这样示威过了，他挺着身子坐下。可是，屁股刚一挨椅子，他又立起来，又向井田鞠躬。井田还欣赏着天花板。这时候，冠晓荷也立起来，向殿门一招手。一个漂亮整齐的男仆提进来一对鲜花篮。晓荷把花篮接过来，恭敬的交给太太与女儿一人一只。大赤包与招弟都立起来，先转脸向后看了看，为是教大家好看清了她们，而后慢慢的走上台去。大赤包的花篮献给东阳，招弟的献给井田。井田把眼从天花板上收回，看着招弟；坐着，他和招弟握了握手。然后，母女立在一处，又教台下看她们一下。台下的掌声如雷。她们下来，晓荷慢慢的走上了台，向每个人都深深的鞠了躬，口中轻轻的介绍自己："冠晓荷！冠晓荷！"台下也给他鼓了掌。蓝东阳宣布开会： "井田先生！"一鞠躬。"菊池先生！"一鞠躬。他把台上的人都叫到，给每个人都鞠了躬，这才向台下一扯他的绿脸，很傲慢的叫了声："诸位文艺作家！"没有鞠躬。叫完这一声，他楞起来，仿佛因为得意而忘了他的开会词。他的眼珠一劲儿往上吊。台下的人以为他是表演什么功夫呢，一齐鼓掌。他的手颤着往衣袋里摸，半天，才摸出一张小纸条来。他半身向左转，脸斜对着井田，开始宣读："我们今天开会， 因为必须开会！"他把"必须"念得很响，而且把一只手向上用力的一伸。台下又鼓了掌。他张着嘴等候掌声慢慢的停止。而后再念： "我们是文艺家， 天然的和大日本的文豪们是一家！ "台下的掌声，这次，响了两分钟。在这两分钟里，东阳的嘴不住的动，念叨着："好诗！good poem! "掌声停了，他把纸条收起去。"我的话完了，因为诗是语言的结晶，无须多说。现在，请大文豪井田先生训话！井田先生！ "又是极深的一躬。 井田挺着身，立在桌子的旁边，肚子支出老远。看一眼天花板，看一眼招弟，他不耐烦的一摆手，阻住了台下的鼓掌，而后用中国话说："日本的是先进国，它的科学，文艺，都是大东亚的领导，模范。我的是反战的，大日本的人民都是反战的，爱和平的。日本和高丽的，满洲国的，中国的，都是同文同种同文化的。你们，都应当随着大日本的领导，以大日本的为模范，共同建设起大东亚的和平的新秩序的！今天的，就是这一企图的开始，大家的努力的！"他又看了招弟一眼，转身坐下了。 东阳鞠躬请菊池致词。瑞宣在大家正鼓掌中间，溜了出来。 出来，他几乎不认识了东西南北。找了棵古柏，他倚着树身坐下去。他连想象也没想象到过，世界上会能有这样的无耻，欺骗，无聊，与戏弄。最使他难过的倒还不是蓝东阳与大赤包，而是井田。他不单听过井田从前的讲演，而且读过井田的文章。井田，在十几年前，的确是值得钦敬的一位作家。他万没想到，井田居然也会作了日本军阀的走狗，来戏弄中国人，戏弄文艺，并且戏弄真理。由井田身上，他看到日本的整部的文化；那文化只是毒药丸子上面的一层糖衣。他们的艺术，科学，与衣冠文物，都是假的，骗人的；他们的本质是毒药。他从前信任过井田，佩服过井田，也就无可避免的认为日本自有它的特殊的文化。今天，看清井田不过是个低贱的小魔术家，他也便看见日本的一切都是自欺欺人的小把戏。 想到这里，他没法不恨自己，假若他有胆子，一个手榴弹便可以在大殿里消灭了台上那一群无耻的东西，而消灭那群东西还不只是为报仇雪恨，也是为扫除真理的戏弄者。日本军阀只杀了中国人，井田却勒死了真理与正义。这是全人类的损失。井田口中的反战，和平，文艺，与科学，不止是欺骗黑毛儿方六与周四宝，而也是要教全世界承认黑是白，鹿是马。井田若成了功——也就是全体日本人成了功——世界上就须管地狱叫作天堂，把魔鬼叫作上帝，而井田是天使！ 他恨自己。是的，他并没给井田与东阳鼓掌。可是，他也没伸出手去，打那些无耻的骗子。他不但不敢为同胞们报仇，他也不敢为真理与正义挺一挺身。他没有血性，也没有灵魂！ 殿外放了一挂极长的爆竹。他无可如何的立起来，往园外走。两只灰鹤被爆竹惊起，向天上飞去。瑞宣又低下头去。