Chapter 22 Chapter 22

On May 31, 1925, the weather was extremely gloomy.From time to time a torrent of rain fell like the bullets of that relentless crime.Shanghai, an oriental metropolis, was performing a live drama that exposed the animal nature of human beings and stripped away the mask of civilization the day before; now everything is silent, tall Western-style buildings stand in mid-air, looking down coldly on the road where the bloody corpses were lying on the previous day, as if Thinking there: It's over, all of this, like rainwater on the road, flows into the ditch, and it will never turn back! It was twelve noon when Ni Huanzhi came out of the girls' school.He hadn't shaved his beard for about a month, and there were dark clumps around his lips and under his chin, which made him less gentle and more aggressive.There was a curious and enthusiastic look on his face, firm will was revealed in his clear eyes, and the blood in his veins seemed to be rushing violently.He felt what a brave warrior feels when he first steps into battle.

At first he wanted to bring an umbrella, but he decided not to bring it; he thought that he was not going to do some leisurely things, such as visiting friends for a banquet, and it didn’t matter if he got wet; Taste more bad tastes, the more suitable for the mood at this time.It would be more appropriate if the bullets were replaced by the raindrops——he also thought of such an idea. He hurried to the north, like a soldier rushing to his position; the cloth gown on his body was all wet, and his face had to be wiped with his hands from time to time, a handkerchief was no longer helpful; but he didn't frown, as if he didn't know anything like.At this time, his heart was full of anger and struggle, and he didn't think of anything else. He didn't think of his mother, wife, and son who stayed in the town. Although the concept has changed a bit, I still feel that it is the most worthy of persistent education.

Coming to the road where the devil once held a blood feast, a scene that was expected and seemed impossible appeared before his eyes.Clusters of young men and women and workers in green cloth and short jackets gathered on the sidewalks on both sides. At this time, it was raining heavily, and they were all drenched in the rain.Every evening, if the weather is not bad, the sidewalks on both sides are crowded with colorfully dressed women and idle and carefree men. They admire and seduce each other to satisfy the hunger of the eyes and even beyond the eyes; They also inspected the display items in the glass cabinets of the store, and planned how to decorate their daily life more beautifully and movingly.Now, it was afternoon and the weather was heavy rain, yet another group of people gathered on the sidewalk.Why they came here, this level, Huanzhi knew clearly.

The gathered figures were not fixed, they scattered there from time to time, scattered and gathered again; the scattered ones flowed into each shop like water, and people who came from nowhere immediately filled up the original formation.Huanzhi knew what they were doing, so he also ran into a shop.I realized that this was a paper store, and it was after I ran in.Several clerks were leaning on the counter, showing wishful and astonished expressions; they already had a premonition that a tragic and dramatic scene was about to be staged before their eyes. Huanzhi spoke.Almost all the blood in his chest rushed to his throat, his voice was trembling and shrill, and he wished to show his heart to the audience.He spoke of the destiny of nations, he spoke of the power of masses, he spoke of the necessity of resistance.Behind every sentence, the same tone is "Let's be together"!Since we are a group, let's get involved together!Get out your heart and blend it together!

The wishing shopkeeper's face became serious.But they said nothing, just nodded. Huanzhi stepped out of the paper shop, and pierced his ears with a few sharp words: "Chinese people can't be of one mind! If they are of one mind, what are you afraid of?" Huanzhi looked in the direction where the voice came from. He was a man in his thirties, with a green cloth blouse showing his chest. His dark complexion indicated that he was selling labor in the open air, and his eyes shone with a heroic light. "That's right!" Huanzhi nodded reverently at the man, thinking in his heart as if silently praying to a god, "Breastless friend, you are great, you are strong! Shouting such concise and concise words, you have the priority of liberation." Yes! Don't be disappointed, from now on, the Chinese will be united!"

The man ignored other people's sympathy for him, and walked over calmly.Feeling reluctant to leave, Huanzhi turned his head and cast a moving glance on the back of his drenched blue shirt. Suddenly the bell of "dinglingling" rang in the middle of the road, and four or five bicycles broke through the torrential rain from west to east and sped away.The small pieces of paper scattered from the driver's hand, flying with the rain in hundreds and hundreds, and hundreds of them got wet and fell to the ground.This is an order, an order to assemble, an order to launch!Crowds of people gathered on the sidewalk immediately became active; students and workers poured out of the side streets from the small booths and immediately spread all over the road; "aid workers", "aid arrested students", " Leaflets with slogans such as “Recover the Concession” and “Down with Imperialism” began to be distributed, and they were pasted on the large windows of the shops on both sides; on every street corner and in front of every big shop, someone gave a speech there, and immediately a group of citizens gathered Gather to listen; the cry of slogans, rising here and answering there, suppressed the rumbling tram, as if sinking into the bottom of a deep valley.Angry expressions floated on everyone's faces; everyone's hearts seemed to be boiling in a pot of water on top of a raging fire.All missing the same thing.

Several groups of "Santaotou" and "Yinzhuo" drew their pistols and raised wooden sticks to disperse the crowd gathered there and tore off the newly pasted slogans.But they were all in vain. They had just dispersed the group in front of them, but they had already formed a crowded pile behind them. They had just torn off a sign and turned to leave, but they had already put up two more respectful signs in the original place.Force cannot suppress the boiling hearts of the masses! ① The ranks of the patrols in the concession are marked on the sleeves. "Sandaotou" is a policeman who wears three symbols on his sleeves, and has the highest rank. ——Author's note.

So another method of dispersal was used, the rubber hose used for firefighting was connected to the water pipe, and sprayed on the dense crowd.But what's the use!The masses were already drenched in the rain, and they were so brave that they were not afraid of bullets. What is the tap water that is the same as rainwater! Shouts of "Down with imperialism" sounded like spring thunder from all directions, drowning out all voices.Suddenly countless leaflets were scattered from the tower on the roof garden of a department store, fluttering and broadcasting far away; applause and shouts suddenly rose up to support the spectacle.

At this time, Huanzhi frantically only focused on his speech, regardless of whether he was listening to one person or a large number of people, and he didn't care about how those who were doing the same work as him were doing; he talked about the fate of the nation, he talked about the masses He talked about the need for resistance, and when he finished speaking, he changed the place and started again.He once stood on the oil-green postal box, and once on the window sill of a silver building paved with large ashrams; it was completely out of consideration, and his subconsciousness dictated him to do so.

The applause and shouts woke him up.He looked up from the state of indulging in the speech, and saw various pieces of paper flying down from the sky.A violent emotion hit his heart, and he felt like crying.But he immediately thought: why cry?Weak insects cry!So a determined smile appeared on his face. It was almost three o'clock, and the glass windows of the shops on both sides were covered with various slogans and leaflets; every citizen received at least one or two temporary educations, and the speeches stopped there; "Down with imperialism", Huanzhi also raised his voice and yelled wildly, every word carrying serious strength.

The "Santaotou" and "Yinbu" and "Huabu" who were holding their pistols and staring angrily rushed to the crowd to demonstrate again, trying to achieve the final effect; the road was temporarily silent.But then a sharp voice broke through the rain and the gloomy air: "Down with imperialism!" Huanzhi quickly saw that it was Miss Yin from the school. She was standing in the middle of the road, her cut-off hair was dripping with water, her green shirt and black skirt reflected the water, her arms were raised high, her head was raised to the sky, like a Goddess of valor. "Down with imperialism!" Like a tide rising, like a volcanic eruption, the masses immediately responded in unison.Of course Huanzhi echoed his voice, and at the same time couldn't help shedding two tears. The bicycle of "Dinglingling" sped past again, and a new order came: "Surround the General Chamber of Commerce!" The General Chamber of Commerce was in a temple in the north of the city, and the crowd flowed north like the Yangtze River; Let the patrols at all levels set up a line of defense calmly on the road full of leaflets. The theater stage of the temple just served as the rostrum; the front of the stage was crowded with a vigorous crowd, and it didn't matter if it rained on their heads, as if they were sitting in a conference hall, they took turns to express their opinions, followed by a debate, to decide the current method . The most important solution has been decided: the General Chamber of Commerce is requested to announce a strike; if the strike is not announced, the people present will not quit even if they die!There was a burst of warm applause, expressing sincere approval of this approach. The female students acted as guards, guarding the gates of each level; before the requirements were met, those who participated were only allowed to enter, not to leave! The members of the chamber of commerce were having a meeting quietly in a small courtyard. At first, they didn't know why the crowd came, but gradually they heard the demands of the crowd, and heard warm applause. Finally, the representatives who expressed their opinions also came.But the people in the chamber of commerce can't make up their minds, the order should not be disturbed, and the business is a matter of vital importance to each family, so it's okay to stop the market rashly? However, the bursts of violent shouts are like huge waves, each higher than the other, which is really shocking.In the midst of these huge waves, some white foam jumped out, that is, "please come out and answer the president of the General Chamber of Commerce! Send a representative to invite"!All the characters in the small pavilion understood. Silent, looking at each other's embarrassed faces, it means that the heart is at war.It was followed by whispering, each showing a look of hesitation, which is to discuss how to deal with the current difficulties.Decided!The president took a deep breath and stood up, staggering towards the stage. When the chairman announced his agreement to strike, the shouts almost went up to the sky: "Strike tomorrow! Strike tomorrow! Strike tomorrow!" There was extra excitement in this voice: The scope of "our group" is now equal to the entire Shanghai citizen, and the industrial, commercial, and academic circles have united together! The female students' line of defense was dismantled; the crowd dispersed one after another; there were thousands of muddy footprints on the open space in front of the stage, it was getting dusk and it was still drizzling. Huanzhi was almost the last one to leave the temple.He has been crowded among many human bodies, listening to others' comments, and briefly expressing his own opinions, listening to others' clamor, and excitedly joining his own voice; he examines the tense and resolute faces; he contemptuously Forgivingly, he looked at the look of the president of the chamber of commerce as a last resort: it was a completely strange state, but he didn't feel that he was not used to it, as if he had already been familiar with this state.He went all the way, with a part of the joy of success; in many difficult and difficult stages, today is considered a step up.The situation unfolding behind should be good for the future of the nation, right?Should the power of the masses be united from now on? …Step by step stepping on the mud on the road, he considered these issues. Huanzhi started to work as a teacher in Shanghai and left his school and family in the countryside. It was only in the spring of this year. Jiang Bingru has served as the township director for four years. He is busy solving problems for others, going to the city for meetings, and interviewing someone.This is in Huanzhi, who feels very lonely; and also sees that being a township director like Bingru has good intentions and extravagant hopes, but in fact it is only used as a tool for others, benevolent or malicious, in order to make society suffer. A little meaningful influence, there is hardly such a thing.He once mentioned this meaning to Bingru.Bingru said that he knew it himself, but special opportunities will always come, and when they meet opportunities, they can spread out the previous intentions little by little.In this way, he adopted the attitude of "waiting on the sidelines" and became his village director.Huanzhi thought: A Peizhang was a comrade in the early days, but the comrade's peizhang was quickly lost, and only his wife's peizhang remained.Now, will the Bingru of comrades be gradually lost?If lost, how lonely! Wang Leshan's "organization theory" flashed in his mind from time to time.Looking at the flowers, trees, vegetables and fruits on the farm, and facing the fairy tale performances on the stage, he always thought of such phrases as "the life of a hermit" and "the realm of dreams".Relying on this, what is the difference between going to resist an organized society and trying to break into a solid enemy line alone?Education should have a deeper foundation, right?Just cultivating students' ability to deal with things and deal with situations is not necessarily the foundation.So, what is the root? Several warlord civil wars led him to think about reality.In the recent Jiangsu-Zhejiang War, he heard and witnessed many tragic events of displacement; he himself was afraid of being harassed by defeated soldiers, so he hired a boat twice, took his family on board, and took refuge in remote villages; The shock is an incalculable loss.How can the civil war be resolved?Appeal?Those warlords will also advocate peace in words, but when it comes to critical moments, they will do it if they want to, and they will never pay you any attention.Do you resist?They have soldiers who are fighting for their lives, but you only have empty hands, how can you resist?Is it absolutely impossible to think?No, he believed that the Chinese could always carve out a way out in a difficult and difficult environment, and that everyone would walk that way, and when they reached the end, they would be completely liberated. The party that succeeded in the year of 1911 and has been quite rejuvenated recently has gradually become the object of his attention and investigation.Leshan said that there must be an organization. Aren't they just doing what Leshan says?Later, he read the manifesto of their first congress, which gave him many explanations and answered many questions; he decided that this was the so-called way of life.The word "revolution" that he had been interested in more than ten years ago has now taken root in his mind and formed a fixed concept.He has already known the crux of the nation's distress, he has recognized the enemy's poisonous organization, and he can distinguish the future revolution from that of Xinhai, which has the same name but different meanings. In the past, the fundamental meaning was ignored, so it is like morning dew. It disappeared in a while, but now that it has grasped the root, it should bear a happy fruit. At the same time, he discovered the deeper root of education: education for education's sake is just meaningless myth; the current education should start from revolution.If the educator does not know the revolution, all efforts will be in vain; and the revolutionist who does not care about education will have nothing to rely on.For ten years, I have claimed myself as an educator; I want to get some real achievements, and I will be a revolutionary educator from now on. He hurriedly wrote a letter to tell Leshan what he meant, just like a child who got a favorite toy and ran to tell his parents happily.At this time, Leshan had lived in Shanghai for two years, and he wrote back that the relationship between the revolution and education mentioned was quite reasonable.The use of the word "Ye" is similar to the use of the word "Shang" in Shangfeng's commentary, which has the meaning of not being perfect.The same letter also said, since this is the case, let's go outside, this will increase a lot of understanding and knowledge.Now I will mention that there is a middle school for girls in Shanghai. If you want to, please take up the teaching position there; He didn't mind the word "also", he just felt that it was comforting to get Leshan's approval.And if he went outside for a walk, the beating of his blood was strengthened.It's not that the students in the country can abandon it, but that they themselves have to learn and experience; from the perspective of improving efficiency, what's the point of abandoning the students in the country?Like a bird in a tree in the morning, flapping his wings, he is ready to fly. Peizhang was naturally quite in love, and said farewell words like "After getting married, I haven't been separated yet".He answered her with a caressing attitude, saying that now that the two of them are gradually getting rid of their youthful and idiotic habits, it may not be so difficult to say parting; besides, Shanghai is so close, and the railway and water journey, morning and evening, can't you come back often? ?After hearing this, Peizhang agreed; of course she didn't realize that her farewell words were exactly what was meant in the title, and the enthusiasm from the heart only accounted for a very small part. The second person who was reluctant to part with him was Jiang Bingru.But after he made a candid statement, Bingru said: "You have ambitions other than education, so it's not easy to hold you back. I also want to know everything about that, and I hope you will be my leader." Quanyuan." Then he said that his two sons are in Shanghai, please take care of them nearby; he will write a letter soon, asking them to go to the girls' school every week.Finally, the time to meet in Shanghai was not too far away. It was around Qingming when he went to see his son; There is really no difference in school.In this way, what started as a persuasion to stay turned into a farewell article. The mother didn't say anything, although thinking of leaving her son in old age and leaving an unhappy daughter-in-law by her side, she felt a special kind of sadness. This time on the way to the train station by boat, my mood was different from when I followed Jin Shubo to the countryside for the first time.It is the same to have infinite hope for the future; but this time has the ambition of a falcon, unlike that time, like a traveler walking towards his hometown, with a peaceful and peaceful heart.He likes to hear the sound of the wind running past, he likes to watch the waves engulf each other, but the cottages, bamboo trees, and small streams that seem to be sinking in sweet dreams are not interesting to him. Girls' school is junior high school, but there is a peculiar "social problem" in the middle of the curriculum.He suddenly saw it and was stunned for a moment, as if there were many reasons to say it was inappropriate; but after a second thought, he realized that there was nothing wrong with it, and it was completely acceptable.In addition to Chinese for the two classes of students, he also taught "social issues". By the time the "May 30th Tragedy" happened in Shanghai, he had already gotten used to his new life; the innocence and liveliness of young female students, and because of the environment, they did not have the disgusting delicacy of those women, which was new to him. know.Jiang Bingru has been here twice, always talking about the day; I didn't feel it before, but now I feel that Bingru has a bit of a rustic atmosphere.