Chapter 15 Chapter 02

On the cemetery of a guild hall, people buried Chen Zhen.It was raining lightly, the ground was wet, and so were the eyes.Zhou Rushui and Li Peizhu were almost crying. Workers cover the last pinch of soil.The black-painted coffin was completely invisible.Chen Zhen was completely buried underground. "Renmin, say something." Zhou Rushui said sobbing, wiping away his tears. "You've always been his best friend..." Wu Renmin was silent for a long while, while wiping his forehead dry with raindrops. He swept his eyes over the many graves covered with weeds, and suddenly a strange painful feeling stabbed his brain, and he replied angrily: "What can I say? Chen Zhen's death can't be done with words." Mourning." At this time, a familiar voice sounded in his ear: "When I'm alive, I don't want to see everyone argue again." He knew who it was.There was a spasm on his face, and for the first time he felt a heartache many times worse than a needle prick.

Beside him, Li Jianhong said: "Chen Zhen often dreamed about the death of a martyr, but he never expected that he would die under the wheel and make an unworthy sacrifice... But without him, we lost such a faithful man." , Comrade with such hard work and enthusiasm. I am afraid that there is no second person like him among us... His death is a great loss to our cause..." His dry voice trembled slightly .With his left hand holding his daughter Li Peizhu's hand, he used his right hand to remove the straw hat on his head, revealing his bald head.He bowed his head deeply. The crowd remained silent until a slender student called out: "Let's go back, it's useless to stay here."

"Okay. Let's go, our condolences are in our hearts and we don't care about the form," Li Jianhong said. "Okay, if you don't leave, it will rain heavily," Zhou Rushui still said sadly.He suddenly noticed that a lot of raindrops had accumulated on Li Peizhu's hair, which was about to drip down her temples.Without hesitation, he took off his straw hat and handed it to her, saying, "Peizhu, your hair is so wet, take my hat to cover you from the rain." Li Peizhu smiled slightly, shook her head and replied: "Mr. Zhou, thank you, I don't need it, we are going back..." As if her words were swallowed by her, she followed her father and turned around gone.

Wu Renmin walked at the end, and the slender student named Fang Yadan suddenly turned around and said to him: "Renmin, forget about Chen Zhen. When a person dies, his responsibilities are exhausted. Let's not think about him anymore. You should remember the saying that people often say: people are dead, but ideas are still alive. Let's not mourn Chen Zhen anymore, there is no such person as Chen Zhen among us." "But you never thought that one day you would lie in the dirt like him, and someone would say in front of your grave: Is there no one like him among us? Tell me, can you bear this?" Wu Renmin looked up at Fang Yadan with angry eyes, and asked frantically. "It's not his problem, it's my problem."

"Your question?" Fang Yadan asked in surprise. "I don't quite understand that. Go away. Why do you keep talking about dead people? They're gone. . . . Why don't you wear a hat? Your head is so wet. Go away, Any later and I'm afraid a bus will be thrown away." He strode forward in a daze. The two of them reached the bus station just in time to get into the car.The car was full of people and there were no seats left.The car was bouncing violently.Zhou Rushui kept talking with Li Peizhu along the way, and sometimes Li Jianhong and Fang Yadan intervened to say a few words.Only Wu Renmin was silent.

When the car reached the finish line, everyone got out of the car one after another.Zhou Rushui took the tram back with Li Jianhong and his daughter. "Renmin, are you going home?" Fang Yadan asked. Wu Renmin, who started to stride under the light rain, turned his head and glanced at Fang Yadan, hesitated for a moment, then nodded silently, and stopped. "Then why don't you take the tram? . . . I'm going to your house too, and I'm going to pick up a book you promised to lend me the day before yesterday." "Okay, let's go all the way," Wu Renmin agreed, which seemed like a long sigh.

The tram stopped in front of them.They followed others into the car.So the tram went on again, toward the long streets, the lively and the quiet. They got off the tram, and Yu hadn't wished them to stride to Wu Renmin's residence.Wu Renmin opened the back door to go in, went upstairs, and unlocked the door of his own room.Two people entered the front building on the second floor. Wu Renmin took off his wet suit jacket and hung it on the wall, then lay down on a sofa in front of the window, exhaled several times, and looked very tired.He immediately sat up again, lit a cigarette and smoked.

Fang Yadan dug out the book he was looking for from the pile of books on the table, the English translation of Feignier's "Memoirs", held it under his arm, and was about to go out when he suddenly noticed Wu Renmin's expression, Then he asked with concern: "Renmin, how are you?" Wu Renmin didn't answer, but just murmured Chen Zhen's name.He finished smoking a cigarette and threw the butt away, and lit another one to smoke. "Chen Zhen is a very good comrade. There are not many people who are as enthusiastic and capable as him." Fang Yadan praised with emotion, but after a pause he added these words: "But he is dead. We should forget He, we'll have more new comrades."

Wu Renmin scratched his hair frantically, and replied in a rough voice: "Yes, we will have more new comrades, but there will be no one like Chen Zhen." "You said, there is no one like Chen Zhen?" Fang Yadan said in surprise, "Why do you keep talking about frustration today? Could it be that you can't even bear such a blow?" "Can't stand it, what does it matter? I said blood can only be washed with blood." Wu Renmin jumped up from the sofa, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and extinguished it with his foot, and pressed it on the square table with one hand , it can be seen that he put all the strength of his whole body on this hand, but the square table did not move. "I said that our approach is too slow. Yes, we will have more new comrades, but we will also have more unworthy sacrifices, like Chen Zhen's. Chen Zhen's blood alone captivates my eyes , I am afraid that there will be more blood of new comrades.... I can't forget Chen Zhen, don't you see that the book in your hand is Chen Zhen? There are notes in his own handwriting on that book. We can say that he Already dead?... To be honest, you still don’t understand Chen Zhen. To you, to Li Jianhong and the others, you lost Chen Zhen, but you lost a loyal and brave comrade. The vacant seat left by him can be easily filled. But I lost A friend who knows me best. I know him not only as a comrade, but as a friend, a friend with a heart of gold... You say he's dead, but you don't know how he doesn't want to die, even in the When the severe lung disease ate away at his body, he still refused to give up everything, and fought hard to die. However, a car ran over him, and you said he was dead... You all forgot about him, but I Where shall I go to find him now? Where shall I go to find this friend who knows me best?..." He said in despair, clenched his hands into fists and hit the table a few times.

"Renmin, what's the use of saying these words now? You have to know that Chen Zhen is dead, we are still alive, and we must live to continue his work. As long as our work is not destroyed, Chen Zhen's spirit will not die. "Fang Yadan said confidently. "The spirit is immortal, this is just a lie, I don't believe it." Wu Renmin said angrily. "Work, work, do we just live for work? Yes, we're going to live and carry on his work. But by then his bones have rotted away. Who saw his spirit come alive? Look." He He reached out and pointed to a picture of a woman on the wall. "This is my Yaozhu. When she dies, her spirit also dies. In the past, every time I came home a little late, I would worry her, or write an article and go to bed late, and I would be urged several times by her." She cares about my diet, my clothes, and everything about me. Sometimes I don’t listen to her, and she sheds tears. But where is she now? She doesn’t care about anything I do now. I can say a word to me. Similarly, Chen Zhen often said that he has his love and his hatred, and he puts love and hatred in his work, in his articles, and spreads in the world. But now his loved one is still suffering, What he hates is still doing evil, and he himself no longer exists. We see who is loved by him, and who is hated by him? Darkness, tyranny, and crime still rule the world, but he cannot now Crawled out of the grave and said my words of resistance... I said our method is too slow. No matter how strong my body is, one day I will sleep in the ground like Chen Zhen. On my head, darkness, Despotism, crime, all of them still continue to revel, but at that time, I don't even have the strength to moan. This is unbearable." When he said this, he sighed twice and couldn't go on. , took out another cigarette, lit it up and smoked it vigorously, walked back to the sofa and sat down.He sat very quickly, as if he had fallen on it.

"You are too excited, and you are too enthusiastic," Fang Yadan said sincerely, "We who are engaged in revolutionary work should have a cool head. You are too enthusiastic, no wonder some people say you are reckless, and others say you are a Romantic revolutionaries. You must know that the revolution is not a coup d'état, nor is it a miracle. I am afraid there is no shortcut except to use the devious method you said. The revolution cannot be quick, so we must be patient. …" "Yes, you must be patient." Wu Renmin took a big puff of smoke and sneered, "I know you will still say: how to write books, publish publications, spread the truth, or go to a foreign country to study for a few years and read it carefully." A few thick books, or even spend your whole life in the pile of old books, and then write one or two big books by yourself. I believe that these few books will create a spiritual trend and move thousands of people. I advise you not to have such a dream again. Let me tell you that Li Jianhong has had such a dream for many years. When he saw a young man, he preached to a young man: how to study, how to study knowledge, how to learn two or three foreign languages , to study abroad, to Japan this year, to France next year, and to Belgium the year after, running around like this to finish one’s youth, and then come back to China. What do you do when you come back? Sing high-profile. Because they still I don’t know how to apply the imported foreign stereotypes to Chinese society. In fact, those who sing high-profile are still a good type. At this time, a little fog will blind their eyes. In the past, they hated getting promoted and getting rich. , but now it has become a way to go. This is Li Jianhong's achievement: he sent every young man with dedication and enthusiasm to his study or to a foreign country, where they exhausted their enthusiasm before returning to China Come, or come back to the movement. One by one revolutionary youths are ruined like this. I heard that you will go to France soon. Well, I hope you will come back after selling some revolutionary strategies there." "I—I don't—definitely..." Fang Yadan argued hesitantly, his whole face turned red.Two thoughts were at war in his heart, and he couldn't say another word. "Not necessarily?" Wu Renmin said sarcastically, "Just say no, wouldn't it be more enjoyable? To tell you the truth, great schools, laboratories, and studies only hinder the revolutionary spirit.The more people read, the weaker their revolutionary spirit is. I will not be happy to teach in a university in the future.Those children of the bourgeoisie do not have much hope, we should pay attention to the poor youth, we do not have to train children for the bourgeoisie.A son of the bourgeoisie is at best a scholar.Yet scholars only eat.What I am most dissatisfied with Li Jianhong is that he talks about learning but keeps his mouth shut. His ideal person is a scholar.You think, isn't it a big joke to use books to revolutionize.I can't understand him using the word "study" to anesthetize young people and trick them into running around, so I often quarrel with him.Chen Zhen blamed me for making troubles, I know this will make Chen Zhen sad, but I can't let Li Jianhong lead the young people. "Wu Renmin took out another cigarette at this point. But instead of lighting it, he rubbed it back and forth with two fingers. Fang Yadan believed in Li Jianhong more, and was somewhat influenced by Li Jianhong.He couldn't agree with Wu Renmin's words, but he understood Wu Renmin's mood somewhat, so he didn't say much, just said: "Your prejudice is too deep." Then he said: "I'm leaving, and I will come to see you the day after tomorrow." He opened the door, walked quickly down the stairs, and walked out.These voices were clearly sent to Wu Renmin's ears. "Another disciple of Li Jianhong," Wu Renmin said with a sigh, and then fell silent.He lit up the cigarette and smoked wildly, and at the same time he was thinking about what kind of power Li Jianhong had to make some young people believe in him like that.The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't understand it, and the more lonely he felt. There was a heavy knock on the door. "Come in." The door opened, and a long, thin yellow face came in, followed by a body in a blue blouse. "Cai Weixin asked me to pick up the manuscript," an unnatural smile appeared on his plain face.He stood in front of Wu Renmin. "Ah, I forgot." Wu Renmin stood up in surprise and walked to the table. "The article was finished last night, and he said he would pick it up this morning." He looked for the article in the pile of books. "Everyone was busy with the meeting this morning and didn't have time, so I didn't come to get it until now. He also said that he asked you to finish the article commemorating Mr. Chen earlier," the man said politely. Wu Renmin found the article, handed it to the man, and said, "Take it back. Tell Cai Weixin that I will visit him tomorrow. I just came back from Mr. Chen's grave." The man didn't just leave, but changed his tone and asked, "Is Mr. Chen's grave ready yet?" His eyes stopped on Wu Renmin's face. "It's done, Cai Weixin knows the place." "We're going to see him. A man as good as Mr. Chen would encounter such a tragic death... Damn it, we're going to replace him—" He swallowed before he finished speaking.He hastily opened the door and went out.However, Wu Renmin already understood what he didn't say. The man's unfinished words left Wu Renmin with a glimmer of hope, but the hope gradually disappeared. There was no more sound in the room. Wu Renmin stood blankly in the middle of the room for a while, then walked to the sofa and sat down.He doesn't smoke anymore.His eyelids drooped wearily.He finally forgot where he was. A black shadow suddenly stood in front of him.It was a thin face with wide-rimmed glasses. "Chen Zhen." He called out in surprise. Hei Ying sat on a chair beside the square table as usual, and opened a book in the pile of books. "You're dead. We just buried you today." "That's just an illusion, I'm not dead." The shadow looked up at him, a pair of green eyes staring at his face.The eyes were immediately buried again. Then came a horrifying laugh. "I'm not dead, I'm not going to die." "I don't believe it. You deceived me with false appearances." Wu Renmin said half angry and half panicked, as if he was arguing with himself. He felt that there seemed to be no dark shadow in front of him, it was just an illusion in his mind. "You're dead, a car ran over you and took your life. We've buried you, forever." There was another burst of miserable laughter, this time the black shadow did not raise its face. "Do you think a person can die so easily? I have spent my whole life doing a job, and the job is not finished, can I close my eyes and die? A car, a few men and women for a ride, this is not the same as What is a lifetime of hard work compared to work? They will never destroy me. I will not die. I will cast a long shadow over all people so that they will never forget I." "You're lying." Wu Renmin argued angrily, "We will forget about you. Fang Yadan has already said that you should be forgotten.You won't leave a shadow behind.Just today, in this city, people are having fun, competing, and arguing about opinions.And every night, even late at night, you can hear the horns of many cars in this room, and maybe every night, a victim like you will be run over.But what about you, where are you?Where is your shadow?I said that after a while, people will be surprised when they mention Chen Zhen: "It's such a strange name, you still lie to yourself with the words of eternal life. I don't believe it, I don't believe anything." The black figure raised his head again, and a pair of bright green eyes turned sharply on Wu Renmin's face. His eyes were so penetrating that a shudder ran down Wu Renmin's spine.Suddenly a strange, solemn voice resounded through the room: "You say, when have I lied to you? I have never lied to myself. Let me tell you: our efforts will not be in vain. One day in the future The flood will come. A flood like nothing has ever been seen on earth. It will come. It will drown it all. It will sweep it away and wash us a fresh world. That day will come. Do you remember My book? You should be patient now." At the mention of the word patience, Wu Renmin's anger was aroused again.He caught a glimpse of the book in Hei Ying's hand, and he knew it was the book explaining social science written by Chen Zhen. "Patience? You also want to say patience? How long will you have to endure? Is it necessary to wait until your book is passed on to everyone and everyone can understand its true meaning? Let me tell you, that day No. Books are useless at all. Isn’t Zhou Rushui just made into what he is now by books? And Li Jianhong, he is simply a nerd. To be honest, I no longer lie to people about reading books. I I have been teaching at the university for almost two years, but I haven’t promoted a single comrade, and I can’t even give credit to the bourgeoisie in nurturing children. Put your social sciences in order. If you want revolution, start with action. It’s not okay to go around in some foreign terms. I said that the current social sciences really need a great revolution. There are as many scholars all over the world, but when the great revolution happens, even they are only worthy of being displayed in museums.” "Why did you say these things to me? You know I'm not that kind of person." This is no longer an unfamiliar voice, it is indeed Chen Zhen.He knew what kind of person Chen Zhen was: he abandoned his wealthy family, his comfortable life, his future as a scholar, he joined social movements at a very young age, he lived in a small pavilion, in a large meeting place, In a shabby hut.Chen Zhen is not a person who just circles around some foreign nouns.How could he blame Chen Zhen for those words?He thought: "I was wrong." But he immediately said to himself alertly: "Chen Zhen won't come here, am I arguing with myself?" "We should be patient. It doesn't mean suffering patiently, it means working patiently until the final victory. That day will come, although we won't see it ourselves, but that day will come." This is Chen Zhen's voice again. Chen Zhen's words hit his head.This must be Chen Zhen talking here, because he will never argue with himself, prophesy to himself, because he is not a preacher. "It's you, it must be you," he cried feverishly, "I'm arguing with you. It must be you who's talking, because you're a preacher and I'm not." But this time he was wrong, and it was indeed himself who spoke.There was no Chen Zhen in the room, he was arguing with himself. His cries exhausted him, but there was no echo in the room.There was nothing but his brain that made him feel that he had made some cry. The room was still very still.Then three or four high-pitched car horns sounded. Night has come, and the house is dark. He was lying stretched out on the sofa, his body was so weak that he didn't even want to move. He felt that he had already died once.