Chapter 12 twelve

At about the same time, in Gao's house, in Juemin's room, Qin and Juemin were sitting on both sides of the square table and working intently.Juemin held a draft and read a few words in a low voice from time to time, while Qin lowered her head and kept moving the brush in her hand.She changed a piece of letterhead.Juemin stretched his head to see her writing, but still read a few words. Qin writes very quickly.She has quick ideas.She was making up a story, imitating the tone of a religious girl speaking to her girlfriend.She imagined some trivial things, wrote many ordinary sentences, and embedded the words read by Juemin in appropriate places.

"Thank you for wanting to get it!" Juemin couldn't help laughing when he saw the two sentences Qin just wrote. "Jin raised her head and looked at him tenderly, with a smug expression on her face, she replied with a smile: "Even if others take the letter, they will never read anything. " "This way of writing is good, but it takes too much time. I probably don't have the patience to do it," Juemin said after thinking about it. Jean looked up at him again, the satisfied smile still on her face.She said: "You don't remember Stepnijak's words, which were quoted in the third cousin's article. He said that the revolutionary movement cannot do without women. In Russia we women have done many things. We are more patient than you. , more carefully."

"I know you'll bring up Sophia again," Juemin said with a smile, but he didn't mean it ironically.In fact, from the late Qing Dynasty until recently, conscientious young people in China have always admired Sophia.Berovskaya. "Why don't you mention Sophia? I'm satisfied if I can do one-tenth of her," Qin said with love and longing. "It depends on man's effort, and it's not impossible," Juemin said encouragingly. "I thought I could do it?" Jean asked joyfully. Qin Min nodded with a smile. Qin glanced at him gratefully, didn't say anything, and lowered her head to look at the letter in front of her, while dipping the pen in her hand into the ink cartridge."How much more?" she asked.

Juemin looked at the draft in his hand and replied, "Almost half of it is left. We should write faster." "I'm not slow to write, but you keep interrupting me," Jean said as she wrote. "Actually, it will be much easier to find a kind of colorless ink in the future, and it will be available in foreign countries," Juemin said to himself. "Don't talk, do things quickly," Qin urged: "What else is there, read it quickly." Juemin didn't say anything, just looked at the draft and read it slowly.Gradually, his attention was focused on the draft again, and he read word by word, sentence by sentence in a low voice, and Qin wrote page by page.They don't need to rest.They don't get burned out.It was as if what Stepnijak called the "holy fire" burned in their breasts and made their blood boil.A kind of heat surrounds their whole body.This heat does not consume one's energies, it nourishes them.Young hearts are often exultant, and this enthusiasm is their source of encouragement, enabling them to find joy in unpaid work and satisfaction in generous (or, as it were, small) sacrifices.

The number of letterheads kept increasing, and several sides were covered with traces of alteration.There are also some neat and beautiful characters on them.Juemin finally read his draft.Qin also wrote the last sentence.The two hissed almost simultaneously. Qin stacked the written letters together in order, then picked them up, and said to Juemin: "Now I will read it, and you write it down." Juemin responded.He took the pen that Qin had just put down, and took another piece of letterhead and spread it out in front of him.Qin began to read.She only reads every fifth word.Juemin heard her read one and wrote one.This is easier work.They don't feel strenuous.In the middle of her mind, Qin suddenly heard familiar footsteps, and whispered to Juemin, "Someone is here." She immediately pressed an English novel and exercise book in front of her on the letterhead.Juemin hurriedly put the unfinished letterhead and draft into his pocket.Before him lay open a copy of Shakespeare's tragedy Othello.

Shuhua came in with a tea tray, on which were a teapot and two cups.As soon as she entered the room, she said with a smile: "I'll bring you some tea. It's hard work for you to work so hard." Qin looked at Juemin and smiled reassuringly, then turned her head and said to Shuhua: "Third cousin, why did you bring the tea yourself? It's hard for you. I really dare not do it." She stood up and went to pick up the tea tray in Shuhua's hand. "It doesn't matter, I can take it. This is the tea that has just simmered. You touch it, the teapot is still hot. I think you are thirsty, so I bring it to you while it is hot. After a while, it will be cold, and the taste will not be good again," Shuhua refused to hand over the tea tray to Qin, she held it on the square table herself, picked up the pot and poured tea into the cup while talking.She always has a naive and proud smile.

The cup was steaming.Qin took a cup of tea and took a sip.Shuhua put another cup in front of Juemin.Juemin nodded to her gratefully. Shuhua sat down on another chair beside the square table.She watched them drink tea, and was satisfied herself.Seeing that they were silent, she said, "I know you are working hard, and I didn't want to interrupt you. But I am afraid that you are thirsty. I think Qixia has something to do, and Mama Huang has been feeling well these two days. Anyway, I am free. So I'll bring you some tea. It's boring to sit alone in the room, but grandma took Cousin Yun back again."

"Third Cousin, thank you very much. I went to see Huang's mother just now, she just had a cold, and she is better now after taking the medicine," Qin Han replied with a smile.She then asked Shuhua with concern: "You feel bored, why don't you talk to your fourth cousin?" "The fourth sister is already asleep, she is unhappy, and she was scolded by the fifth aunt again tonight," Shuhua said with a bit of indignation. "Second cousin, do you think there is anything we can do? If we go on like this, we will only ruin fourth cousin alive," Qin said anxiously.

Juemin bit his lip and shook his head silently.After a while he replied in pain: "I can't think of a good way. The fourth sister is different from the second sister. We have seen many young people die in vain." Qin lowered her head and stopped ringing. "If I don't believe it, there is nothing I can do! Fifth Aunt is the mother of Fourth Sister. Doesn't she want Fourth Sister to live a good life? Why must Fourth Sister be tortured to death?" Shuhua said angrily. "Fifth Aunt doesn't want Fourth Sister to live a good life, but she doesn't know that her method is torturing Fourth Sister," Juemin said in a low voice, with dark clouds still hanging over his heart.

Jean looked up at him approvingly. "She doesn't know? She's not blind, we can all see, why doesn't she see?" Shuhua retorted angrily. Juemin shook his head and replied, "You know that Fifth Aunt's vision is different from ours. In fact, Third Dad and Third Aunt are also different from ours. For example, what we see is one way, and what they see is the same way." Shuhua still didn't quite believe Juemin's words, so she said, "I don't understand what you said. Why does Fifth Aunt think that way?" Juemin replied without waiting for Shuhua to finish speaking: "This is due to ignorance. She may think that this is not harmful to the fourth sister. To be honest, not only the fifth aunt, the fourth aunt, but even the third aunt is not worthy of being a mother.  … ..."

"Keep your voice down," Secretary Qin Lian stopped.She turned her eyes to the door of the room, afraid that someone might overhear him.In fact, she felt that these few words were spoken happily.Shuhua had never heard such words, but she felt that such words were just what she wanted. "I can't understand it," Juemin continued, but now he lowered his voice a little. "They only know how to be parents, but they don't know how to be parents. They have been harmed in their previous lives. Then come to harm the next generation. Don’t you see that the fifth and sixth brothers were not taught by the fourth aunt? Didn’t the fourth brother be made by the third aunt? They will kill the fourth and fifth brothers for the rest of their lives, and let them Going to harm others..." The more Juemin went on, the more angry he became, he seemed to see years of injustice lying at his feet blocking his way.He seemed to see the stupid, absurd old ethics wrapped around some young people like a long chain, and it became tighter and tighter, suffocating the breath of these people.He seemed to see the authority of the old system like a sharp knife stabbing into the chests of some young people longing for life and happiness, causing those bloody corpses to fall to the ground. "You can't just scold the girl. Could it be that the fourth father and the fifth father are not wrong?" Shuhua interrupted suddenly, as if aggrieved. This sentence was not unexpected by Juemin.But then it flashed in his brain like a lightning bolt.He glimpsed something else.These may have been seen before, he was familiar with them.But just now he hadn't thought of them.Shuhua's words reminded him that it seemed to punch a hole in the board wall to let in light, allowing him to see some situations in the dark room. "It's not just my daughter's fault. Not to mention the fourth and fifth fathers. What kind of example do they set for their children?" Juemin replied explaining.Then he felt that he understood completely: besides the old system, the old ethics, and the old ideas, he saw other things.He quickly corrected and said: "I was not very clear about what I said earlier. It can't just be said that there is a difference of opinion. They didn't support anything. They couldn't even say that they supported the old ethics." Yes, he had read Turgwenv's title. Fiction.He knows the struggle between father and son.But what he saw in this home was not the same.Except for Keming, no one here really supports the old ideas, old ethics, and old systems.Even Keming cannot be said to be loyal to what he stands for.As for those who try to destroy all new sprouts, they have no ideals, they are not loyal to anything, and they do not pursue anything except personal temporary happiness.They never held a stronghold to fight; they oppressed, they maimed, like crazy despots, they slaughtered the defenseless subjects arbitrarily according to their personal likes and dislikes.This is not struggle, this is tyranny; it is not inevitable, but it is caused by private arbitrariness.So this is the greatest injustice.He thinks this is unforgivable and should be removed.They have no reason to continue to exist.He has the right to fight them.He believed his generation would win, no matter how long and how much sacrifice the struggle required. This kind of thought gave Juemin a lot of moral courage, and he seemed to have gained greater support.His eyes suddenly lit up, and he said excitedly: "It doesn't matter, we will be victorious." His eyes seemed to be looking into the distance, as if looking at the scene of future victory. Qin looked at Jue Min in amazement, and her eyes touched his, which was full of kindness and optimism, and she felt that her heart was also illuminated.She smiled at him, thinking she understood his thoughts and feelings at this moment.Then she buried her head and flipped through the English books and exercise books, and she remembered what was under them. "Your words make sense," Shuhua warmly praised.Those elders have never been loved by her.She despised their actions, she hated their attitudes, she despised their words and opinions.She had no definite ideals of her own, nor had she championed any new or old propositions.But she has her own opinion about everything, her own right and wrong.She judges everything according to her instinctive (primitive) concept of justice.She felt that Juemin's remarks were in line with hers (she often felt that her second brother's opinions were in line with her, and she respected and loved him even more), so she spoke words of praise.But she still has doubts (this may not be a question, or more can be said to be an attack on the "tyrannical monarch"), and she said: "But I don't understand what they are thinking? about?" "Why do you still say 'no self'? The essence of the old ethics is egoism! People in the old family are all egoists!" Juemin suddenly patted his hand on the table lightly, as if waking up from a dream Say it out loud. Jean burst out laughing.She covered her mouth and smiled, "Second Cousin, are you going crazy? It's not a new discovery, it's such a fuss!" Juemin laughed too.He looked at Qin and said gently: "I thought it was a new discovery. Sister Qin, do you think it's right?" Shuhua, who was smiling, quickly interjected and replied, "I think it's right. But do you think you and I are the same?" Juemin was about to speak, when suddenly a voice came in from outside the door: "Why are you so happy?" It was Juexin who came.Qin slightly frowned, thinking to himself: "Today's work is too much to finish." "Second brother said that we are all egoists," Shuhua answered Juexin in a rambling manner. "What egoists? I don't quite understand," Juexin said blankly.He walked to the square table. "Big cousin, you sit down, I'll let you," Qin stood up, stacking the English novel, the exercise book, and the manuscript paper below, and she wanted to take it away and give the seat to Juexin. "You sit, you sit. I'll just stand and leave. Sister Qin, you're welcome," Juexin politely stopped her. "Sister Qin, I'll move the books for you." Shuhua kindly reached out to snatch the books. Qin didn't expect her to snatch the books and exercise books, but a stack of letterheads fell down, and a few pages were scattered on the ground.Qin immediately blushed and bowed to pick up the letter. "Let me pick it up," Juemin said, and quickly stood up and bent down to help pick up the letterheads. "Sister Qin, I'm really sorry, I lost your letter paper," Juexin said apologetically, and he also bent down to pick up the letter paper, and picked up a page. He glanced at the letter paper and saw Qin reaching out to ask for it. He handed it to her and asked, "Is this the letter you wrote to your classmate?" Qin vaguely agreed.Shuhua looked at Qin suspiciously, and she guessed that this was a manuscript written by Qin for "Liqun Weekly".She secretly looked at the faces of Qin and Juemin, and she felt that she understood more.She also apologized to Qin and said, "It's my fault. I was too careless and got into trouble for you. Fortunately, there is no water on the ground." "It doesn't matter, I let go, and I didn't lose one," said Jane, trying to hide the fact that they had found the letter.In fact, Juexin also became a little suspicious. Like Shuhua, he also thought that the article was written by Qin. "Sister Qin, sit down, just do your own thing, I won't disturb you," Juexin said, then left the square table, walked to the bed, and sat down on the edge of the bed, "I'll just sit on the bed for a while, I'm bored Very good." Everyone also sat down. "We have nothing to do," Jean said perfunctorily.While thinking about the unfinished work, she also felt a new feeling of loneliness.She hoped that Juexin would go away, but she couldn't bear to tell him to go away, so she explained again: "Second cousin is teaching me to read English." "It doesn't matter if you study English, you really work hard," Juexin said, but his mind was on other things.He didn't know why he said such a thing. "Big cousin, you are mocking me, how can I say that I work hard?" Qin argued modestly.She stopped suddenly.She heard something.When she listened carefully, it turned out that someone in the opposite room was playing a phonograph: "...he was born with a good appearance." "Five Dad is playing the phonograph again," Shuhua explained, "Liu Hongsheng's "Cut the Yellow Robe"." "The phonograph is still playing at this late hour," Juexin said dissatisfied. "That's called an egoist," Juemin replied angrily. "I can't figure out how they can do this..." Juexin Jueyin said half a sentence, and when he heard Cuihuan calling "Young Master" from the next door, he swallowed the following words in his stomach, but complained in addition: " You were about to rest for a while, and I called you again." He stood up and walked out of the room listlessly. Juemin and Qin watched Juexin's back disappear outside the door, and turned their eyes back to Shuhua.Shuhua knew what they were thinking, so she stood up and said to Qin in a low voice, "I know you have something to do, and I won't interrupt you any more. I'll bring you tea later." She smiled at them , picked up the tea tray and left. "We're not thirsty, so we don't want to drink tea," Qin continued to decline.Looking at Shuhua's back, she praised with satisfaction: "The third cousin is really good now. This is unexpected before." "Let's exchange letters quickly. I haven't copied them by hand yet. If I delay, I'm afraid I won't be able to finish copying them tonight," Juemin said anxiously to Qin, remembering their unfinished work.He took out the manuscript from his pocket.