Chapter 48 Chapter fifteen

The Hang family and the Confucian Temple have always had nothing to do with each other, but now they are closely linked by one person. This person is well-known in the city of Hangzhou, and it is Zhao Siye Zhao Jike. Zhao Zhike, since the Japanese army entered Hangzhou, and Xiao Zheichiro met him personally, he was put under house arrest in the Confucius Temple.Ordinary Hangzhou people don't understand why someone who speaks uprightly and righteously like Zhao Zhiguo has not been killed by the Japanese.I heard that at the meeting for the establishment of the maintenance committee, he yelled at the table, overturned the table, and smashed the teacup in the face of Koichiro.The cerebellum was not angry either. He wiped the tea off his face, held the Mansheng pot and said, "I didn't expect you to be so angry at such an age! It seems that you need to find a quiet place to calm down." So he took Zhao Jike to the Confucius Temple.

Confucian temples in China have three major functions: one is to worship Confucius; the other is school buildings—since the imperial examination system, counties have county schools, prefectures have prefectural schools, and imperial courts have imperial schools, and the Confucian temple is mostly used as a gathering place for students; the third is a place to admire and visit ——such as the Confucian Family Temple in Qufu, Shandong, and the Confucius Temple in Nanjing.In addition, throughout the dynasties, the size of the Confucius Temple was often used as a symbol to see whether a place was prosperous.Hangzhou, as a city in the southeast, has a vast land and people, beautiful mountains and rivers, schools to cultivate talented people, education is also developed, and the Confucius Temple is naturally brilliant.

Hangzhou Fuxue, in the Northern Song Dynasty, was located in the area of ​​Fenghuang Mountain today, and in the Southern Song Dynasty, it was at the bottom of the Yunsi River in the city, from the downtown area to the upper city and to the foot of Wushan Mountain.In the Qing Dynasty, Ruan Yuan, the University Wenjia and governor of Zhejiang who built Ruan Gongdun on the lake, built a Confucian Temple again, and also drafted an article "Repairing the Confucian Temple Stele in Hangzhou".At that time, there were huge rooms on both sides of the avenue, and the hall structure was very spacious.Before the Anti-Japanese War, the national government used the voluntary labor of civil servants to fill up the Yunsi River and transform the avenue into a road. To commemorate this, the road was named Labor Road.

Hang Jiahe and his brother Hang Jiaping used to create a "first teacher trend" because the principal Jing Hengyi refused to take students to the Confucius Temple for the traditional worship of Confucius in spring and autumn.By the May 4th Movement in 1919, the Confucian family shop was overthrown, and the Confucian temple naturally declined. It was not until the 16th year of the Republic of China that the Nanjing government finally ordered the abolition of the Confucian temple.A group of scholars in Hangzhou couldn't be reconciled, so they organized a memorial meeting for Confucius.This kind of folk sacrifice activities did not merge with the government until after September 18th. Since then, the government has resumed the worship of Confucius, and stipulated that August 27th is the birthday of Confucius every year.

The rise of the anti-Japanese army, the fall of Hangzhou, and the account books and invoices of the Confucius Memorial Society were all brought back to Dongyang's hometown by a Mr. He Jingming without any loss.At the same time, with the fall of Hangzhou, the tradition of worshiping Confucius, which attempted to educate the cohesion of the Chinese nation in an old-fashioned way, was naturally interrupted. People from Wangyou Tea House hardly participated in any activities related to the Confucius Temple in the past.Ever since Jiahe's father, Hang Tianzui, he has always had a cold for Confucius.It wasn't until Mr. Zhao was put under house arrest in the Confucian Temple that the relationship between the Hang family and it suddenly became close.First, a small group of people went to the Confucian Temple to work as handymen, and then Jiahe also set up a tea stall at the entrance of the Confucian Temple.

The Confucian Temple is not small, and Zhao Jike is still free inside. He can receive visitors, but he cannot go out of the gate.Everyone in the Hang family in Hangzhou has come to see the guest.As for Jiahe, needless to say, he had to go inside to report for duty almost every day.It's just that from the first time he met Zhao Zhike, he didn't speak much. The postman once asked about Luai and Jiacao's news, and Jiahe simply said, "It's gone." When he said this, he didn't even lift his head.I don't know how much time passed, seeing that Zhao Jike didn't respond, so he raised his head and saw that Zhao Jike hadn't shaved his beard since the Japanese entered Hangzhou City. At this moment, his long beard was completely wet. up.

Jiahe said again: "I set my yard on fire." Zhao Jike still didn't say a word, his face was wet.Jiahe had never seen Mr. Zhao like this.In his memory, Mr. Zhao is a person who does not shed tears.He added: "It's a pity that only Japanese things were burned, and no people were burned." Zhao Jike stood up and went to practice the one-handed boxing he had invented on the open space in front of the Dacheng Hall. After finishing a set of boxing, he exhaled and said, "It's burning well." His beard was still wet, but his eyes were as dry as if they had just been scorched by fire.

No one, not even Hang Jiahe, knew why Zhao Jike didn't take the drastic action he had in the past.He was imprisoned in the Confucian Temple, as if he was waiting for something and confirming something. From time to time, Koichiro would also come to the Confucius Temple.But he didn't meet Zhao Jike face to face, he always stood far away, watching Zhao Jike with a fluttering silver beard practicing martial arts.Sometimes, there would be a fascinated look on his face, and then it would slowly become gloomy, gloomy, until finally he walked away in a huff. This morning, when Hang Han slapped the Japanese gendarme twice, Jiahe was invited to the Confucius Temple by a group of people, saying that Master Zhao had important matters to discuss with him.On the long corridor leading to the Dacheng Hall, a small group saw that there were no enemies around, so they said: "Master, do you know what Fourth Master Zhao wants to discuss with you this time?"

Jiahe was thinking about his own thoughts, and when he heard a group of people asking him, he stopped, looked at the day's obscene rain, and said: "It must be that Wang Wuquan and Wu You are coming to demolish the Dacheng Hall." "It is said that it is repairing the Dacheng Hall, but it is actually demolishing the ancestral temple. I heard that it will be done in a few days." Jiahe looked up at the corner of the eaves of the Dacheng Hall in the rain, and narrowed his eyes.He was not a disciple of Confucius and Mencius in the first place, and he didn't know much about Dacheng Hall.After Zhao Jike was put under house arrest, he knew that the Dacheng Hall was originally built in the Southern Song Dynasty, and the carved beams and painted buildings were all auxiliary wood.Since the Anti-Japanese War, eastern Zhejiang has blocked the transportation of timber, so Hangzhou City was short of fuel and coffins for a while.Wang Wuquan and others wanted to demolish the Dacheng Hall, no doubt, it was because of their coffin shop.

Thinking of this, he and Xiaozhuo had arrived at the gate of Dacheng Hall.Zhao Jike was already waiting for him in front of the row of Southern Song stone scriptures in the hall.Seeing Jiahe, he just pointed to the depths of the hall and said, "Jiahe, look, who else did I invite you to come?" As soon as he finished speaking, a person turned out from behind the stele, it was Hang Jiahe's young friend, Chen Yihuai who took a photo at Lingyin Temple. When Chen Yihuai saw his old friend, he didn't say a word, just stretched out his left hand.Jiahe was taken aback for a moment, and immediately understood that Chen Yihuai's right hand had been chopped off by Japanese ronin.He also stretched out his left hand silently, and held it tightly. Chen Yi wanted to loosen his arms, but he couldn't let go for a while.

A small group of people went to the gate to watch. In the Dacheng Hall, there were no other tourists except the three of them.Then Zhao Jike said to the two of them: "I wanted to invite you to the wing behind me to find work, but there are a lot of disturbances during the day, I'm afraid that the walls have ears, so I invited the two of you here to pass the stele." Chen Yihuai said: "Mr. Zhao is thoughtful. Besides, I haven't seen this stone scripture for many days. I used to learn calligraphy, but I came here every three days to figure it out." "Once the Dacheng Hall is demolished, I don't know what kind of catastrophe will happen to these steles." Jiahe said suddenly. "I came to you to discuss these matters." It turns out that after the Confucian temple in Hangzhou gradually declined, its function of preserving stone scriptures and steles gradually emerged.Among them, what makes it most proud is the stone classics of the Southern Song Dynasty-the stone version of the Four Books and Five Classics.There are quite a few stone scriptures in China, but there are only two volumes written by the emperor himself: one is the "Book of Filial Piety" written by Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty hidden in the Forest of Steles in Xi'an, and the other is the "Book of Filial Piety" written by Song Gaozong Zhao Gou and Empress Wu This Southern Song Dynasty Stone Classic written by Mr. Speaking of this stone scripture, it can be said that it has been full of disasters after going through these dynasties and calamities.In the past, he was born in the royal family, so noble, he was respected by Taixue, such as Jinwu Zangjiao.However, when the big tree fell, his life experience disappeared.Yang Lianzhenjia, the fan monk who dug the ancestral grave of the Song Ling, built Zhennan Pagoda in the imperial city of the former Southern Song Dynasty. He wanted to move the stone scriptures as the base of the pagoda.It's a pity that this stone has fallen into the wilderness for a long time, and no one pays attention to it.Until the Ming Dynasty, Shi Jingfang and some other precious stone carvings were moved to the Confucian Temple, where they have survived to this day. No one thought that after going through such a difficult stone scripture, today it will be another catastrophe. Jiahe carefully savored the scriptures engraved on this stone scripture, and finally said: "I really can't keep it anymore, if only one of them dies together." Chen Yihuai replied: "Brother Jiahe, that's exactly what you were thinking, that's why..." He suddenly fell silent, but Jiahe himself took it up, "That's why I set my yard on fire." But Zhao Zhike said: "The family can be burned, but the country cannot be burned." Hang and Chen both looked at him somewhat suspiciously.They don't know where Mr. Zhao's patience that he didn't have before comes from. Zhao Jike and them turned to the deep corner of the hall, and then whispered to them, this time he invited him 01, not specifically for this stone scripture.The stone scriptures are too heavy and too big, and it is impossible not to let the Japanese know about it, so another method must be adopted.It is not up to them to think about the solution, he, Zhao Jike, has his own opinion.What he wants to discuss with them now is another matter. It turned out that the Confucian Temple had always had a group of musical instruments for worshiping ancestors. When the Nationalist government retreated, no one thought of taking these away.A few days ago, Xiaojue sent people to check and found that all the ancestor worship instruments were missing.At that time, I thought that some Hangzhou people took advantage of the chaos of Japan's entry into Hangzhou to fish in troubled waters, but it was not the case.Zhao Jike twitched his beard and said: "After I entered the Confucius Temple, I found that these things were still in the temple. No one thought of it for a while. I didn't expect a small group of people to come to me a few days ago. It turned out that they were doing handymen in the Confucius Temple together." Yes, I was afraid that the Japanese would come to plunder them in the future, so I didn’t have a perfect plan for a while, so I had to dig a big hole in the corner of the temple in the dead of night, and buried all the treasures in it. It has been more than a year now. I thought that one day You can take out the original ones, but I didn’t expect the traitors to come to demolish the Confucian Temple. Wouldn’t this batch of sacrificial utensils fall into the hands of the Japanese devils again? So I came to discuss with me to see if there is any other good idea besides perishing together.” While listening to Zhao Jike's words, Hang Jiahe thought: the Mr. Zhao in his mind is a quick-witted man with a strong sword spirit, but not a scholar with a quiet heart.He never associated these temple-like things such as poetry and etiquette with the eclectic knight-errant Zhao Jike.I'm afraid my father could have done this kind of thing when he was alive, and a few people thought that Zhao Jike was also drunk as Hang Tian. Hang Jiahe said to Zhao Jike, "Mr. Zhao, Yihuai and I will figure out a way." Zhao Jike smiled slightly, and said, "I feel relieved when you say that. I don't only feel relieved about those things, I mean, I feel relieved about you." After walking through Wushan Mountain and seeing Yueshan Mountain, Baiyun still has several barriers.When Jiahe went to Mount Wu, he was forcibly dragged away by Chen Yihuai.He said that he hadn't met the world for many years in order to do a big thing. "If it wasn't for this, how could I have survived to this day? I have made this wish today, but I still need your staff." Wushan is not high, only more than 100 meters, and it is in the city of Hangzhou.It is said that Fu Chaiqu, king of Wu, killed Wu Ziguan, and the people of Wu pity him, and built a commemoration here, so this mountain is also called Beishan, Wushan.In the era of Wuyue Kingdom, Qian Jun built the Town God's Temple here, and since then Hangzhou people have often called this mountain Chenghuang Mountain.There are many fires in Hangzhou. "Watch the fire on Chenghuang Mountain" has become a famous Hangzhou proverb. It can be said that Jiahe is very familiar with Wu Shan.Wushan Yuandongmen is his home in another sense.But ever since his mother hanged himself and died here when he was a teenager, and Wu Sheng's family occupied the magpie's nest, Jiahe was no longer willing to go here. If he had to go up the mountain, he always took a detour.Chen Yihuai knew that his friend was in pain, so he kept talking all the way up the mountain to enliven the atmosphere. "You see, Wu Shan has become so desolate today. He walked all the way without seeing a single person. It's really unthinkable. I remember reading Wu Jingyan when I was a child. It said that Mr. Ma Er went to Wushan, How exciting it was..." At this moment, Hang and Chen walked past Song Zhang who was over 500 years old, and they also passed the former Yaowang Temple.The stone steps passing by the rain are inevitably slippery. Hang Jiahe walked slowly while reciting: "... I went up a few steps and saw a flat street. The left side is against the mountain, and there are several temples along the way. The right side Along the way, each house has two entrances. When you enter the back, the windows are wide open, and it is empty. When you look at it, you can see the Qiantang River faintly. There are also wine sellers, some for goods, and some There are vendors selling dumplings, noodles, tea, and fortune-telling. There are tea tables at the entrance of the temple. There are more than 30 places selling tea in this street, which is very lively... "During the conversation, they were already standing on the top of Mount Wu.At this moment, the wind and rain invaded the clothes, the sky was windy, and the rivers and lakes were confused.Jiahe turned around and said, "If you called me here, you wouldn't ask me to recite how Mr. Ma Er went to Wushan." Chen Yihuai said: "Wushan today is not what it was hundreds of years ago, and you, Hang Jiahe, are not Mr. Ma Er in the past. When I come out today, I am definitely not traveling in mountains and rivers. There is no one here, you Why don't you tell me about it, Mr. Zhao's entrustment, what magic method do you have to solve it?" Hang Jiahe looked around at the empty mountains of the West Lake, and after a while, Fang said: "It is absolutely unsafe to hide these things in place. Even if they are taken out of the Confucius Temple, as long as they are hidden in the city, sooner or later they will be a mess." Something on my mind. Thinking about it, the best way is to bring it out of the city." Chen Yihuai knew now that Hang Jiahe already had an idea in his heart, and he couldn't help feeling relieved—like Zhao Jike, he was worried that Jiahe would be overwhelmed by the huge tragedy that fell from the sky at home.He hurriedly urged Jiahe to speak quickly.Jiahe stared at the Longjing Mountain in the southwest corner of the West Lake, and slowly said: "Qingming is coming soon. Our Hang family, this year's Qingming, is the old tomb and the new tomb. We can only take advantage of this time to get those things It is safest to take it out of the city and bury it under the old tea tree in my ancestral grave. Yihuai, what do you think?" Hang Jiahe hadn't finished talking here, but Chen Yihuai's eyes were already filled with tears.He knew that getting Jiahe to say these words was already more painful than killing him.I really want to rush to hug Jiahe and cry bitterly—although a man does not shed tears lightly, but living today, isn't it the end of grief?Just looking at Jiahe turned his face away to prevent him from seeing his expression, Chen Yihuai knew that even at this moment, Jiahe was unwilling to show his pain, or in other words, he did not want to see each other's pain exaggerated.Thinking of this, Chen Yihuai swallowed the tears in his eyes, clenched his good hand tightly, and said, "Do you know what I have been doing for more than a year? Few people believe me when I tell you—" - I am practicing calligraphy. They thought that if my right hand was cut off, I would not be able to write. But my right hand is useless, but I still have my left hand; both hands are useless, and I still have two feet; Both of my hands were stomped by them, and I still have a mouth. I want to let them gangsters see if I, Chen Yihuai, can still write?" Saying so, he hurriedly dragged Hang Jiahe down the hill towards Dajing Lane, and said as he walked, "Brother Jiahe, to tell you the truth, I have already set my sights on a stone wall, and I have already smoothed it out quietly. It is as tall as a person, and it happens to be used to write on the stele. I have worked hard for more than a year, and I have not been in vain. Now the writing style with my left hand is not bad. But what to write on the stele, I haven’t decided yet .I went up the mountain today just to see if you have the heart to help me. It seems that you have to come and give me this idea." Saying so, Fei Ye dragged Jiahe to the intersection of Dajing Lane leading to the mountain at the foot of the mountain.This Dajing Lane was originally the location of Hu Qingyu Hall of Hu Xueyan, the king of medicine in the south of the Yangtze River. There is a big well opposite the door, which is divided into four wells. Hangzhou people call it Dajing, and the lane is also famous for this.Such a prosperous place in the past is now sparsely populated and haunted by evil spirits.The stone wall that Chen Yihuai mentioned is at the foot of the mountain here. Hang Jiahe saw the flat rock at a glance. It was as tall as a person, and it was just used for writing.He didn't stand in front of this rock for a long time, but walked up and down the mountain with Chen Yihuai in his arms. He didn't speak for a few times, and finally said as he walked: "If you want me to read it, I will write the fire cow robbery." Three big characters." Chen Yihuai almost cried out: "Fire Bull Calamity, it's really good, it's too accurate. Fire belongs to Ding, and Ox belongs to Five. Fire Ox is for Chou. The year of Ding Chou is the twenty-sixth year of the Republic of China. 1937. It was the winter of that year, when the Japanese army invaded Hangzhou, and the people of Hangzhou suffered another catastrophe. Those traitors and devils don’t know what it means to engrave such a stone tablet. Jiahe, or You, a talented student back then, this knowledge of ancient prose has finally come in handy now." The two of them passed by this rock again, and then walked towards Yongjinmen.Hang Jiahe was thinking about something while walking: when he was talking about the batch of sacrificial vessels with Mr. Zhao in the temple just now, he was somewhat confused. .Now that she was pregnant with Chen Yi on a trip to Mount Wu, she suddenly realized that at this moment, even taking back one of our Chinese needles from the Japanese robbers is more important than Mount Tai.Thinking of this, he whispered to Chen Yihuai: "When engraving characters, don't leave inscriptions, and don't leave dates. Remember, the words should be filled with red cinnabar, and if the Chinese pass by, everyone will stop , will not leave until you figure out what it means, remember?" Chen Yihuai found that Hang Jiahe was not confused at all.The conscientiousness and meticulousness of his character were once again reflected. Both Hang Jiahe and Chen Yihuai did not bring umbrellas, and when they came from a distance from Yongjinmen intersection bravely, they were seen by old Wu Sheng who was standing at the entrance of Changsheng Tea House. Old Wu Sheng came down from upstairs to avoid Li Feihuang who came to drink tea in the restaurant after having a drink just now.The business of the teahouse is not good, and it is raining again today, so there is no one upstairs or downstairs.Finally, Li Feihuang arrived with a wine bottle in his hand.Although Wu Sheng didn't like him very much, but at least he was a university professor, so Wu Sheng was a little enthusiastic at first, so he personally called Dr. Cha, and made him a cup of Longjing with that high-quality celadon cup.The new tea has not yet come out, Wu Sheng has been in the tea business all his life, and the old tea is preserved as if it is new tea, with a milky aroma, and when it is served, Wu Sheng is counting on the tea customers to say hello. But Professor Li didn't applaud, he found a table by the window and sat down, drunkenly said: "Boss Wu, you are so neglected in front of the door, why did you make me a loner come to drink tea?" Woolen cloth?" When Wu Sheng saw it, he knew that Li Feihuang was six to seven points drunk.At this time, people are better off talking, and obedient people can't take it seriously.Wu Sheng is an old man, and he knows this about the world, so he doesn't compete with Li Feihuang.He was also really lonely and scared. It was better to have someone to talk to than to avoid him like a plague god. "Why are you a loner? Don't you still have me, Boss Wu Shengwu? Come, come, let me drink tea and chat with you, please be satisfied." What level did Wu Sheng think he was?Still with the same air as before the Japanese guy came, he walked and sat opposite Li Feihuang.Who would have thought that Li Feihuang was restless and drank wine today, and he couldn't care less about his usual pompous elegance. He took a sip of tea without a word of praise, but pointed at Wu Sheng's nose and said with a smile : "You come to drink tea with me? You sit across from me, what's the taste? Secretly, your daughter Wu Zhu opened a tea house next to the Liusan Pavilion Club in the West Wall Gate of Changkangli. That's called It tastes good." Just this one sentence touched Wu Sheng's sore spot, and he rolled his eyes in anger.It turns out that the "Liusanting Club" in the eyes of Hangzhou people is a whore's nest exclusively for Japanese prostitution.It was opened by Liuqianniang, the little wife of the traitor Yu Xiangzhen, the inspector of the Japanese gendarmerie in Hangzhou. Later, Yu Xiangzhen was stabbed to death, and Liuqianniang, along with her club, was raped by another gangster in Hangzhou. Chen Chunhui accepted it.Wu Sheng's daughters, Wu Zhu and Liu Ganniang, were worshiped by the little sisters. Whether they were taken over by Chen Chunhui at the same time, who can say for sure.The son has already become a traitor, and the daughter wants to post it as a whore again. No one knows that the tea house is a prostitution den, but no one talks about it in front of Wu Sheng.Unexpectedly, this Professor Li blurted out today.Wu Sheng wanted to get angry and curse, but he had nothing to say. Such a strong character was suffocated to death by the scholar's words. After thinking for a long time, he replied, "You said it was delicious, why don't you?" Why don't you drink tea there?" Li Feihuang laughed loudly, pointed to the teahouse and said, "Boss Wu, don't you ask this question knowingly? Well, I won't say anything else to make an analogy, just say that the original surname of your teahouse is Hang, back and forth. Yes, it has already been sold twice. I won’t talk about it the second time, but what was it for the first time? Boss Wu, you should stop ringing. I know you have nothing to say—then The first time, the teahouse was sold because the father and son of the Hang family smoked opium and made poor fortunes. Sniff, you want to call me a dignified professor. I have no teahouse to sell. I had no choice but to sell my son and daughter. It’s not like you don’t know the details of our family! That daughter was not my own in the first place, and I wouldn’t want to sell it to someone else; my son, now I can’t find him, is dead or alive I don’t know yet, I, I, where do I have money to go to whores and smoke opium... woo woo woo..." He burst into tears. Wu Sheng saw Li Feihuang's eating appearance, and knew that he had drunk too much, and he was going to get drunk here.People are like this, even if they are professors, when they should be ugly, they still look ugly.Thinking of this, he sighed and didn't bother with him, so Gu Zi went downstairs. Downstairs was in dismal business, and there was no one there.Wu Sheng stood among those tea tables, feeling things around, looking around, opening and closing the windows.There are few people, so several stoves of the Seven Stars have been sealed.On the go set in the corner, the white pieces were almost the same color as the black pieces, so old Wu Sheng became sad.Thinking of the days when there were five people and six people in the past, wherever I went, I heard flattery.When this Wangyou teahouse was first changed into Changsheng teahouse, although people poked their backs and scolded them, most of them were snobbish after all. It didn’t take long for the old tea lovers to turn back one after another, upstairs and downstairs. It was full.At that time, Wu Sheng was so beautiful, who would have thought that he would fall to where he is today. Wu Sheng also knew that although the drunkard upstairs was not pleasant to listen to, he was telling the truth.People in Hangzhou drink tea, and even today they are competing with that opium for business. It turned out that once the city of Hangzhou fell, drugs such as opium, heroin, white powder and morphine became popular in the market.The Japanese also want to be whores and set up memorial archways, so they set up smoking cessation bureaus in the city.The Smoking Cessation Bureau manages three things: one is the wholesale of raw opium and other drugs; the other is the registration of drug retail outlets in the city; .These smoking cessation centers are actually big smoke dens, and the price of smoke soil has already reached the point where it is equivalent to gold.Seeing that Qian's eyes opened wide, Wu You Wu Zhu turned his head away, and confronted his father's teahouse.The world is like this, it is not manpower to catch, Wu Sheng really has nothing to do.Thinking about this tea, it was originally an auspicious thing in the peaceful and prosperous times. Now that the wolf is in power, it is lucky that the teahouse can continue to open. What more can I say? Standing at the door of the teahouse, Wu Sheng was thinking blankly, and at the same time, he saw Hang Jiahe, the eldest son of his former rival Hang Tianzui, walking out of the rain with another former old tea guest, Chen Yihuai. come over.The two of them didn't bring umbrellas, and they walked past him without a sound, their bodies were drenched from head to toe.Wu Sheng looked at them and said suddenly, "Come to the teahouse to shelter from the rain." Hang and Chen were slightly taken aback, stopped, and turned to look at old Wu Sheng.Then, a look of card limit appeared on his face, and they walked over together.After walking a few steps, I heard someone behind me say: "You're welcome, let's go to the tea house and have a cup of hot tea. You're welcome..." Hang and Chen stopped again.This time, they were really surprised.They turned around again and saw the old begging face.He also stood in the rain, his back was bent, and there was no one in front of him, and no one behind him. This old man showed the utter desolation of the next life.This kind of desolation really comes from the bones, and in the chill of early spring, it seeps into the desolation of the world.Chen Yi embraced Lala Jiahe's cuffs and whispered to him: "Don't pay attention to him, let's go our way." Hang Jiahe stood for a while, then suddenly looked at the teahouse and said, "How many years have I not been in this teahouse?" With that said, he walked into the gate of the teahouse.Chen Yihuai hurriedly followed Jiahe and went to the teahouse together. After Chen Yihuai went upstairs, he found that there was another person sitting upstairs, which happened to be their old classmate Li Feihuang.He hesitated for a while, not knowing what to do, but Li Feihuang smiled, holding a wine bottle in his hand, pouring wine, and said: "It's really a three-year-old child seeing old. I said back then, you Chen Yihuai Talent is not inferior to Hang Jiahe, but courage is inferior to Hang Jiahe. You see, Jiahe went upstairs, and when he saw me, Li Feihuang, sitting in front of him, he dared to walk past me, his eyelids trembling. If you don’t scan, you just sit next to the window. This is called a general’s demeanor, high! Admire your eyes!” Only then did Chen Yihuai come back to his senses, and while sitting on the tea table on the wooden corridor outside the window, he said: "This is natural, as the old saying has always said - different ways, do not conspire with each other." But Li Feihuang walked over unsteadily, holding the wine bottle in one hand and the wine glass in the other, and said, "Tao can be said, very Tao, name can be named, very famous. How come we are classmates like this for nothing?" ? Why do you see that you and I must have different ways, so we must not conspire with each other? I want to move the table and listen carefully." Hang and Chen could also see that Li Feihuang had become more courageous with wine today, otherwise, he would not have such a face to sit at the same table with them.It's just that since Li Feihuang came back from the Lingyin Temple, Hang and Chen have heard of all kinds of obsequiousness, and they hate this gentle lackey in their hearts. They don't even want to meet him face to face. Don't say anything to him. up.Therefore, the two asked for tea, and just looked at the misty and misty West Lake, and sipped the dumb tea one by one. Li Feihuang didn't care how they were silent, he just sat in front of them and chatted endlessly: "The wind and rain are like a rock, and the rooster crows like a dark sky. Why do you two sit in a teahouse today? Could it be that I am the same as Mr. Li? I can't tell what's on my mind, but I don't know, when will the rooster sing the world?" Chen Yihuai was afraid that he would guess doubts from the seven lecturers, so he wanted to stop him, and then said: "Don't talk nonsense, we just went to Wushan and passed by here. You should know that we are still there. I can't come up." Li Feihuang was not angry when he heard it, instead he quoted the scriptures, spit everywhere, and talked about sex: "Ah, why do the two seniors have such courage, don't they also want to come to the West Lake with a million troops, and Wu Shandi immediately?" Yifeng's emotion?" Hang Jiahe frowned in disgust, he hated this man who was inextricably linked with his family more than ever.Besides, Li Feihuang's showing off is really inappropriate.These two lines of poems originated from Jin Wanyanliang. They said that Liu Yong, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty, once wrote a poem "Watching the Sea Tide" for the city of Hangzhou. , secretly dispatched the painter Shi Yisheng to infiltrate Hangzhou, painted a picture of the West Lake, and asked the painter to add an image of himself riding a horse standing on the top of the Wushan Mountain in the painting, and wrote a poem about the seven wonders, including the one just now. Those two sentences quoted by Li Feihuang. Thinking of this, Hang Jiahe said: "Yihuai, the person opposite is sitting here drinking and having fun with us, and he is also playing the piano to the cow. He can send these two poems to the Japanese Gendarmerie Command." Chen Yihuai also deliberately said: "Yes, what kind of Japanese school they want to run now, they are too busy, why bother to sit here and be disgusted by others?" Li Feihuang took a sip of wine and said: "Finally, I have spoken. Brother Jiahe, don't be too hard on me. Chen Yihuai doesn't understand what kind of person I am, and you shouldn't understand. No matter what Said, the fire in Lingyin, life and death, we were not together; Jiacao was buried, and I also held a handful of loess! My mood, you are such a considerate person, how can you not understand is it?" Hang Jiahe sneered a few times, and then faced Li Feihuang and said, "Li Feihuang, don't think that I, Hang Jiahe, are willing to sit at the same table with you because I miss your old friendship. We have had grievances for many years , it could be over soon. The reason why I am still sitting face to face with you is that although you want to be a slave, you have not made it after all. Or if you have not yet mixed your conscience, there is still the possibility of reining in the precipice. Although I am not sympathetic You, but I feel sorry for my daughter. In the future, she will have a traitorous stepfather, which will be a great shame for generations. I don’t know if you can listen to my truth? If you can listen, it will be us If you don’t listen to the good fortune of the three people, you will think of what we said in the teahouse today when you die one day in the future. It’s just that you are the person who wants to survive the most, and it’s too late to regret what we said .Say it, do you want to hear it, or don't you want to hear it?" Li Feihuang's complexion suddenly changed, it seems that this drunk person is just pretending to be crazy.Old Wu Sheng was leaning against the stairs, watching the professor hold the wine glass in his hand, unable to sit or stand in embarrassment, he quickly drank it: "Give Mr. Li another cup of tea." While speaking, the hot The steaming Longjing tea is served. Li Feihuang did not dare to face Jiahe, and there was a reason for it.He has been a professor for many years, and it is not a big deal to be the principal of a school.It's just that Li Feihuang is currently attending Zhang Luo's school, but most Chinese people would never go to it. It turned out that when Hangzhou fell, the famous universities and middle schools in Zhejiang and Zhejiang had all moved inland, and almost all the elementary schools in Hangzhou City were closed. It was not until the 28th year of the Republic of China that under the control of the Japanese, a few middle schools began to resume.However, having a school does not mean having students. For example, the Xifu Middle School built in Kwai Lane recruited 108 students. Within a few months, all of them escaped, and the school had to be closed from then on. The reason why students refuse to study is because the Japanese have fully implemented daily education in Chinese schools.From the fifth grade of elementary school, Japanese has become a compulsory subject.The Japanese teachers in middle schools are called "Teachers Dispatched by the Greater East Asia Province". They are actually specially dispatched by the Hangzhou Secret Service under the leadership of Kokuichiro. Some are Japanese military officers, some are family members of Japanese advisers, and some directly A ronin transferred from the Nanman Railway.Once this generation enters a Chinese school, it will naturally be domineering, and the emperor will live in it.The Provincial Model Middle School once found a large-character leaflet written with a brush-China-Japan amity is hypocrisy, East Asia common prosperity is a lie, the same language and the same species are hybrids, and rape and robbery are Yamato souls.The Japanese teacher immediately reported Xiao Zhe, and the two students disappeared soon after, and the principal and teacher immediately called for a summons. Most people in Hangzhou know about this matter, but few people know that one of the teachers who was summoned is precisely the Li Feihuang who sat across from Hang Jiahe today; After calling for a summons, he came out and was already the executive vice-principal of Hangzhou Dadongya Japanese Language School.However, the title of headmaster fell on Koichiro himself. The purpose of this type of school is very clear - to train traitors.The Japanese translators, spies, and civil servants of the puppet regime all came out of such schools.In the city of Hangzhou, there are already several schools like this, but Xiao Zong seems to think that this is not enough, so he asked Li Feihuang to prepare for a new one.These days, Li Feihuang ran around everywhere, teasing this and that.The little Jue Ichiro made a special call and asked Che Feihuang to invite Ye Zi, the daughter-in-law of Hang's family, to teach. This was the most difficult thing for Li Feihuang.If you go to find Ye Zi, you won't be able to hide it from Hang Jiahe.The Hang family and the Japanese invaders are at odds, how could Ye Zi join forces with the enemy?It is this matter that Hang Jiahe wants to warn Li Feihuang today.The school is being prepared, which is what Jiahe meant when he said that he wants to be a slave but has not yet done so.But if you don't want to be a slave, can you not be one?If you are not right, you may die.Li Feihuang thought that Jiahe wanted him to die for these mysterious things like integrity, and he felt that this kind of behavior was the most stupid thing in the world throughout the ages.好死不如赖活，这句大白话，平时听听也是俗的，今日想起来，实在是人生的最大真理。李飞黄喝了一点酒，又喝了一口茶，思维就异常地敏捷起来。随着思维的敏捷，气壮也就如牛起来。他就手握成拳头，朝桌子上一捶，茶盏酒盏统统跳了起来，移了一次位，然后大声喝道："杭嘉和，我倒是要洗耳恭听一番，看你能说出什么千古箴言来？" 杭嘉和此时的口气，倒是没有刚才的那份尖刻了，他轻轻一笑，说："我又不是上帝，哪里来的千古箴言。不过你李飞黄，平素里一向是以晚明史专家自居的，我便只在你的圈子里较量。况且你刚才又和我提你我灵隐避难之事，我也曾记得你当时是何等的慷慨激昂，这倒叫我想起一个晚明人物来了。揖怀，你还记得当时我们读《甲申传信录》时，里面有一个名叫王孙意的贰臣吗？" 陈揖怀顿时明白过来了，心领神会地说："怎么不记得？这个王孙意，涕泅横流地在崇板面前发誓，要作为忠臣自杀殉国。可是没出三天，李自成进京，王家妇人一片哭声，他就拿一根竹竿挑一幅黄布，上面写着大顺永昌皇帝万万岁，挂出去了。" "这个王孙惠，原在礼部任职，也许是嫌崇输给他的官还不够大吧，此时还有脸对人说：方今开国之初，吾辈须争先著。李飞黄，你每次来找叶子，我就想起那个王孙意。可惜这个姓王的下场并不妙，眼看着大顺王朝并不信任他，也没给他大官做，便扮成个乞丐，逃出京城，最后，却被土匪抓住杀掉了。" 李飞黄面孔刚才煞白，现在铁青了，他饮了一大口酒才说："嘉和兄，你若是举别的例子，我李飞黄信许就低头听你的了，你偏要来拿我吃饭的行当说话，就怨不得我驳你了。从前我做晚明的学问，最做不通的，便是如钱谦益、吴梅村、侯方域一班的盖世文人，何以最后都剃了头，归了大清朝？现在眼看着北京城里那周作人先生都出来做事，才明白了。孟子曰，民为贵，社稷次之，君为轻。什么叫民为贵，就是民的命为贵。都如史可法一般，忠臣死节，他自己倒是落得一个青史流芳永垂不朽的美名，扬州城里数十万百姓却是生灵涂炭，灰飞烟灭了。二位不必动怒，且静下心来一想，究竟是一个人的名节重要，还是天下百姓的性命重要呢？" 陈揖怀生性要比嘉和易激动，此时恨不得挥手就给李飞黄一个耳光，左手就握着拳头直打那座椅的扶手，喝道："李飞黄，亏你还晓得提那孔孟圣贤，还晓得民为贵，社稷次之！你怎么偏就不晓得世间士大夫文人，绝非单单钱、吴、侯等几个无行文人？不说别人，单说我们两浙人晚明重臣倪元路，自杀前，还面北而说：臣为社稷重臣，而未能保江山，臣之罪也。更不要说就葬之于数里路外南山脚下的抗清明将张苍水先生。从前我等同学少年，每到苍水墓前，必效仿先生临难前之状语，面对西湖，大声喝道——好山色！我还记得你李飞黄每念至此，便涕泅横流，大有恨不生逢彼时之感。如今果然就到了苍水先生所吟的国亡家破欲何之的关头了，你怎么再不曾有西子湖头有我师的豪气了呢？你怎么就只知道搬出那些钱、吴、侯之流的软骨头了呢？你难道不知，这等文人曾活活羞煞了江南名妓？你今日坐在这里搬出他们，难道就不怕活活羞煞我们这些多年前的老同学吗？" 陈揖怀这番话虽重，却是触着了李飞黄的心了。他颤着手一大口一大口地饮酒，半晌说不出话来，最后，突然手捶胸脯嚎了一声："你们，你们，你们就晓得指着鼻头骂我，你们哪里晓得我的难处啊！" 杭嘉和这才站了起来，说："李飞黄，你这就说了真话了。你是有你的自己的难处，与什么社稷、民众、君主等等，原无干系，抬出它们来，也无非拉大旗作虎皮罢了。你刚才说的那个钱谦益，清兵入侵时也曾被他爱妻柳如是拉着跳过池塘，没死成，他说是水太浅了。柳如是还要与他一起再赴死，他就说以后会有死的机会的。你看，虚伪文人就是这样，他不说他自己的难处，他就说水太浅了。揖怀，我们走吧，李飞黄这么一个明史专家，做学问做得把史可法都否定了，我们还有什么话可与他再说，走吧。" 老吴升就看着杭、陈二人往楼梯口走来，正待要下楼，杭嘉和突然站住了，说："飞黄，我还有一句话要告诉你——即使你真的卖身投靠了，日子也不会好过。有个关于钱谦益的典故，记得当年还是你亲口告诉我的。说的是钱谦益穿着一件小领大袖的外套在苏州游玩，遇见一位江南士人，问他何以穿这样一件衣裳，他说，小领示我尊重当朝之制，大袖则是不忘前朝之意。那士人说，大人确为两朝领袖！如今你李飞黄为日本人这样卖命，却是休想再成为两朝领袖的。不要说钱谦益第二，钱谦益第十你也当不上。你这点难处倒是和钱谦益一样，不过怕死二字而已。不过我也实在不相信，你不当汉奸就一定只有死路一条了吗？你若还信得过我们，你来找我，我杭嘉和不怕死，我保你活命又不当汉奸，我帮你逃走，怎么样？" 嘉和紧盯着李飞黄，他的目光又奇异地燃烧了起来。李飞黄也站了起来，看得出来，他在作激烈的思想斗争。老吴升站在角落里看着李飞黄，看着看着，他叹了一口气，他看见李飞黄摇了摇头，又坐下了。再回过头去看，杭、陈二人，已经消失在茶楼上了。 吴升走上前去，重新坐到了那李飞黄的对面。李飞黄却是真的醉了，正在边饮边哼着一首吴升从前并没有听过的曲子：…… 齐梁词赋，陈隋花柳，日日芳情达造。青衫偎倚，今 番小杜扬州。寻思描黛，指点吹萧，从此春入手。秀才渴病 急须救，偏是斜阳迟下楼，刚饮得一杯酒。 ... 他就又饮了一口酒，这才看清对面的吴升，指着他鼻子问："你知我刚才唱的是什么？" 老吴升摇摇头，李飞黄一字一句地说："。" 老吴升点点头，他是知道的，茶楼里评弹也常点这出戏。就这么想着，看着坐在对面的人，突然拿起李飞黄眼前那杯满满的凉茶，一使劲，就全部没在他脸上。李飞黄吓了一跳，站起来喝道："你要干什么？" 吴升看着那一张沾着茶叶末子的脸说："我要你醒醒酒，赶快追你的救命恩人去。过了这个村，就再没有这个店了，快去，快去！" 说完，连推带拉，把李飞黄拽下了茶楼。 世上之事，无巧不成书。这头李飞黄醉眼障陇赶出茶楼，那头，在茶楼下，病体虚虚的盼儿，恰恰就找到了已经走到了茶楼外的杭、陈二人。盼儿见了亲生父亲，不由悲从中来，扑到父亲怀里就哭开了，边哭边打开方西岸让她带来的伞，边就把抗汉之事对他们说了。正站着述说呢，李飞黄从后面过来，见盼儿在她亲生父亲怀里，不由得怒从心头起，上去一把就拉开了盼儿，大吼一声说："你死到这里来干什么，还不给我回家去！" 陈揖怀气得也一手把李飞黄推得丈把远，骂道："你这不通人性的东西，汉儿遭了那么大的难，你明明晓得，为什么不告诉我们？" 李飞黄冷笑说："我告诉你们？我告诉你们有什么用？你们不都是不怕死的忠臣良相吗？你们不是连自己的命都不要吗？自己的命都不惜，还会惜人家的命！好，杭嘉和，我现在就告诉你，你侄儿这次怕是命要难保了，不过你若让叶子出面到小掘那里去一趟，一切就烟消云散，你发不发这个话？你不发，你侄儿就得死；你发了，你刚才在茶楼里和我理论的那些道理，就是吃屎道理，就是放屁！" 他的话音刚落，脸上就挨了杭嘉和重重一掌。这一掌之重，一点也不亚于杭汉之打日本兵，他李飞黄之打方西岸。这是今日与杭家有关的第三个耳光了，一下子，就把李飞黄打倒在茶楼旁的泥泞里。 杭嘉和搂着女儿的肩，就飞也似地走，李飞黄躺在地上叫道："盼儿，你敢走，你敢走，你就再也不要回来！" 盼儿回过头来，也叫道："我死也不会再回来了！" 李飞黄爬了起来，醉得又倒了下去，吴升听到声音赶下楼去时，只听到他口里还在哼："……秀才渴病急须救，偏是斜阳迟下楼，刚饮得一杯酒……" 吴升蹲下来，听了那么几句，就管自己上楼了。店里的小二要出来扶李飞黄，吴升轻轻喝道："随他去！"