Chapter 35 thirty five

People gradually came to Liqun Weekly.Around 1:30 in the afternoon, more than 20 people had arrived, filling a room.Everyone asked questions with concern, talked with smiles, opened their hearts without hesitation, and listened to other people's opinions frankly and full of trust.There are some unfamiliar faces here, but there is no strange heart.A belief brings these young people together, eliminates all possible barriers for them, and enables them to see and experience things that they cannot get in other environments.Like a company of pilgrims they found their paradise in a common temple, and saw a majestic spectacle amidst simple decorations.There were a few of them, who had been brought up in solitude, and who had not even had the opportunity to know the joy of gatherings of comrades.Now their hearts are placed among many warm, equally young hearts, feeling the proximity of heart to heart.Unexpected excitement, comfort, encouragement, and finally joy conquered them.Never before had they breathed so freely, freely, and with peace of mind.A kind of heat and a kind of satisfaction filled their whole bodies.They gradually forget the distance between their own heart and the hearts of others.Their "self" gradually melted into the crowd, and they gained a power they had never had before.At this time, they can really go anywhere with the crowd, and even take great risks and make great sacrifices, and they are willing to do so.

And so the meeting began.People crowded around the dining table.Fang Jishun was elected as the chairman and Wang Yong as the recorder.Fang Jishun stood behind the dining table and spoke in his firm voice.He was an orator who would ignite the enthusiasm of his audience with his words.His words are not lengthy, but it is easy for people to grasp the gist of the whole article.He also reported on the situation of Liqun Weekly in the past two years.The general applause proved that his speech was well received. Then Zhang Huanru reported on the economic situation in the agency.He also read the accounts.The reports of Fang Jishun and Zhang Huanru also attracted everyone's attention.One can see the development of a movement in these two reports.The gradual enrichment of the content of the publications, the increase in sales, the increase in sympathizers, the wider distribution of pamphlets, and the response everywhere, these may be only slow progress, only the germination of a new force.But in their youth these seemed to be a sign of victory.They believed in this imminent victory.However, they did not come to enjoy the result of this victory, but to sacrifice themselves to promote the early arrival of this victory.

After Zhang Huanru sat down, his elder brother Zhang Huiru stood up again to speak.Zhang Huiru's speech fully demonstrated such a belief.He excitedly said the words that had been stored in his heart for a long time.He poured them out with gusto and gusto.He spoke in a hurry, one sentence after another, as if there was no time to stop.His face was flushed red, and his eyes shone with faith, as if what appeared in front of him was not the scene in this room, and his eyes saw the beautiful scenery of "bright future" through the wall.His words naturally resonated with everyone.Their hearts beat with his words.What he revealed and poured out was their heart, and they watched him attentively, almost breathlessly.They hoped that his mouth would never stop.But his fountain finally ran out.He shut his mouth and sat down excitedly, followed by a moment of silence.Then there was warm applause.The crowd was talking loudly with laughter.They felt a sense of relief.

The tall He Ruojun suddenly stood up.He will report on the current state of social movements in Europe.This is a very moving subject.His knowledge of social movements in Europe (especially France) is considerable.He speaks with a northern accent.He spoke slowly, but clearly and methodically.He gradually unfolded the grand drama of revolutionaries in other countries fighting for freedom and happiness for the people.He narrates the facts one by one without exaggeration.Here are noble sacrifices, benevolence, and resolute deeds.Those European revolutionaries, most of them were still young, they had a good future and material comforts, but they sacrificed these without hesitation.They have no other hope than the general happiness of their oppressed and downtrodden countrymen.They are willing to shed their blood in the darkness, just to bring light to countless suffering people and future generations.

In addition to individual heroic sacrifices, He Ruojun described the spirit of solidarity in collective action and the fact of mutual help in social struggle.This is equally touching, and although these facts are still very new to some of you here, they can also understand them. Ruojun didn't say a single empty word, he just narrated the facts.He opened a new horizon to his audience, set some new examples, and he just narrated the real things he knew from books and experiences.He could not have imagined that these words would forever be a source of encouragement to that class of youth.He sat down to the applause of the crowd.The moving smiles remained on the faces of the audience.Fang Jishun stood up again to speak.He asked members and guests to express their opinions freely.

Wu Jingshi stood up in response and said a few words of celebration in a humorous tone.Juemin left the dining table at this moment, went into the hut and brought out a stack of brochures, and Zhang Huanru also went to get the commemorative brochures and distributed them to everyone.Every guest read the commemorative magazines and brochures with surprise eyes. Among the guests was a middle school teacher in his forties who stood up and spoke earnestly.His oratory skills are actually worse than those of the young students.He spoke slowly, and eased his embarrassment with a "this" every two or three sentences.But poor words often reveal a sincere heart.He thanks them and blesses them.He still seemed to want some strength from them.He said to them flatteringly: "Youth is the hope of mankind." This is the conclusion that the old teacher of "foreign history" who was accustomed to the oppression of life reached in his long years.he does love

them.He also often contributed little help and encouragement to their work.So he was able to form friendship with them. The red-faced middle school student also expressed his opinion.He seems to have never had such an experience.When he stood up, his body trembled slightly, his hands were shaking, and his teeth were chattering.He showed a look of embarrassment.But he still mustered up the courage to speak, he felt that everyone's eyes were focused on his face, and he panicked even more.All the words he had prepared were mixed together, and they jumped out of his mouth in random order.His fellow yellow-faced student looked at him anxiously.He continued incoherently.

However, no one laughed among the obedient people.They even looked at him with sympathy, hoping to do him a little favor, to make him finish his sentence freely and sit down quietly.They understood the meaning of his words.He exaggeratedly (in fact, he was very honest) praised the various achievements of the weekly newspaper and the person in charge, but also humbly stated his wishes.He had sincerely wished to give his young life, if only they would give him a job.He didn't seem to have finished speaking, but he suddenly shut up and sat down.The crowd also rewarded him with applause. After that, two more people talked, but they didn't say much, and there was no new meaning.Fang Jishun finally got up to reply.Juemin went on to say a few supplementary words.Then it was time for refreshments.The tea is ready.Chen Chi and Wang Yong brought out tea.The tense air relaxes.A harmonious, friendly atmosphere surrounded them.Everyone enjoyed refreshments at will, and talked about personal or social matters more freely and freely.The room was filled with heartfelt laughter.The noisy voice suddenly fell silent.All eyes in the room were on He Ruojun's face.He sat quietly beside Fang Jishun, opened his mouth, and sang French "Marseillaise" and "Internationale" with his loud voice.They cannot understand the meaning of the lyrics.But the force like galloping horses hit their hearts irresistibly, it was a kind of call, a kind of encouragement.It makes their blood boil, it fills their enthusiasm, and it makes them feel the need to let loose.These two songs have inspired tens of thousands of people to sacrifice their lives for their ideals. At this time, they also ignited the fire of sacrifice for their group of foreign youths.They are really ready to follow such singing and fight against the old forces without any worries.

The singing stopped, and their lingering echoes still rang in the hearts of the people.Those voices seemed to enter the depths of their hearts.Their whole bodies trembled with the singing.They never imagined that such a strange song existed in the world.This is completely different from the "Lejiao", "Watching the Moon", "Sorrowful Autumn", "Su Wu Shepherd", "Jinling Nostalgia" and so on that they often hear.Many people immediately ran over to ask He Ruojun for the music score, and some asked him to teach them to sing these two songs.He Ruojun happily agreed one by one.He also sang to them some revolutionary songs, which, likewise full of moving power, aroused their sublime feelings and left an indelible impression on their hearts.

From now on, Wang Yong, Chen Chi, Juemin, and Zhang Huanru will be on duty.They were encouraged one after another. Wang Yong and Chen Chi sang ordinary songs, Juemin sang an English song, Zhang Huanru could only sing Beijing opera, and his Xusheng voice was quite famous among his classmates.But most people are not interested in Peking Opera; ordinary songs leave no impression on the hearts of the listeners.They came in from one ear and went out from the other without leaving a trace.However, they did not disturb the peaceful atmosphere in the room, on the contrary, they also elicited some light laughter.After the Beijing opera was sung, everyone felt that it was time to rest.The melon seeds, peanuts, snacks, etc. in the plate are all gone.The tea also went into the stomachs of everyone.Some people stood up from the table, or walked to the railing, or stood by the bookcase, or talked with old and new friends.There was a satisfied expression on everyone's face.This day seems to be a holiday for these young people.

At these times, Juemin's face was covered with a pleasant smile.His heart travels leisurely among many equally young hearts.These heart touches brought him joy.He had seldom had such a secure moment of joy.But at the same time he felt sorry.This regret increases in proportion to joy.Every time he became aware of the joy he had in this environment, he thought of the other person who remained at home.He regretted that he could not share these joys with her.He regretted how much her illness had cost her.He knew that her presence would double his joy.However, he is a person who can restrain himself, and a young heart is easily attracted by pure happiness, so he never let regretful expressions appear on his face, and he also does not let others guess his mood.Everyone spent most of the day happy here.They do not feel that time passes without stopping.But the watch in your pocket cannot be deceived.It's time to adjourn the meeting.They had to separate with nostalgia.However, this is not the end, they can also meet at the French school in the evening. "Young Night" was staged at that place, and some members of the club should go there first to arrange everything. The guests left the newspaper office first, and they said many words of thanks before leaving.Next came some commune members.Only the few who had come in the morning remained.They busily tidied up the room, and then carried the planks to install them one by one.They closed the door and were about to lock it, when suddenly a young shopkeeper came over sweating and said to Zhang Huanru, "I'm here to buy newspapers, can I still buy them?" "Yes, yes," Zhang Huanru quickly and politely replied, and opened the door to let him in.He looked at the few people standing in front of the railing speaking with respect, and then followed Zhang Huanru into it. Zhang Huanru went into the hut and took out the second anniversary issue of "Liqun Weekly" and handed it to the young shop assistant.When the man received the newspaper, he reached for the money in his pocket and said timidly with a blushing face: "I came here earlier and saw you in a meeting, so I didn't dare to disturb you, so I left." Taking it out, his face became redder with anxiety. "You don't need to give any money. This newspaper will be given to you. Today is our anniversary, so you can keep it as a souvenir," Zhang Huanru said with a smile. "Thank you! Thank you!" said the young man gratefully, with an honest (and almost ridiculous) smile on his flushed face. Zhang Huanru said a few words to him.He just nodded respectfully, picked up the newspaper and walked outside.Zhang Huanru accompanied him out.He stepped over the threshold, turned around and said "thank you" to Zhang Huanru twice, then nodded politely to those who were talking, and hurried along the corridor. "This must be an apprentice in some kind of shop," Zhang Huanru said in a low voice, looking at the man's back. "He regards us as some great people. In fact, we are not worthy at all!" Zhang Huiru continued emotionally. No one said another word.Zhang Huanru closed the door.They walked out of the commercial field smiling and talking. Juemin was going to send Cheng Jianbing home, and he talked to her along the way.They had just walked to the back door of the mall when they suddenly saw Juexin coming in by himself.Juemin wanted to avoid Juexin, but Juexin's gaze was already on his face.He could only greet him with a smile.Seeing Juexin's suspicious face, he quietly accompanied Cheng Jianbing out without saying a word.