Chapter 43 Chapter Forty-Two Brothers Are Dispersed / Homelessness Asks Life and Death

In January of the fifty-sixth year of the Republic of China, my father received the last crossword puzzle "Bei 33".This is an isolated and occasional incident—to paraphrase what Wang Xunru said in the book "Tiandihui: Medical Skills, Medicine and Medical Dao"—"No one will compare it with other things that have happened in the past and will happen in the future. Events are observed in combination; without such observation, it is more difficult to trace the true cause of a single event." "Preparation 33" is written like this: "Walking drums and breaking people's walks / The sound of wild geese in autumn / Lu Cong is white tonight / The moon is the brightness of my hometown"

This is not the material of any war history, and of course it cannot be archived.However, the strange thing about it is that it is half of Du Fu's Five Rhythms - "Moon Night Recalling My Brother", without the following four sentences, and it is written on an extremely unusual piece of paper.The paper is only the size of a palm, and it is an ancient paper called "Bai Ye Jian", which should be a very precious antique.My father looked at it carefully, but saw that the small regular script was clearly written by Ni Hongbao in the Ming Dynasty; he was wondering: how did he get such a rare book art?Suddenly the paper in his hand slipped and it came loose between the thumb and index finger.The strange thing is that the pieces of paper, as light as nothing, actually spread apart instantly, and became six pieces of translucent paper membranes as thin as a cicada's wings.It was only then that my father remembered that the louver is called louver, but it is made by skillful craftsmen with extremely viscous pulp repeatedly pressed through a dense curtain.A good louvered cardboard can be lifted layer by layer, but after being peeled off, it can never be reattached as before.As for the six sheets scattered all over the ground in front of his eyes, they are actually six layers above one sheet; and the reason why the six layers were able to be attached together before is only because of the ink glue of the half song "Yue Ye Yi She Di" That's all.To put it bluntly: Someone first used some method to separate a piece (actually a corner) of a venetian card into six layers, then stacked them together, wrote this half poem, and temporarily restored it.Unexpectedly, after rubbing with my father's fingers, they separated again.Seeing that this fine ancient paper book was damaged, my father couldn't bear it, and wanted to pick up and stick the six layers of paper film together, but unexpectedly the paper film was torn one after another when his hand was a little heavy.Only then did I accidentally recite the second half of "Moon Night Recalling My Brother": "All my brothers are scattered/I have no family to ask about death/life/The length of sending books is not long/The situation is that the army has not stopped".

Du Fu wrote this poem in the second year of Qianyuan in the Tang Dynasty. At that time, Shi Siming had rebelled in Qinzhou and fell into Luoyang.My father turned to think: I am afraid that the person who wrote this poem only wrote half of the poem because the paper was too narrow to fit the whole poem; in fact, he wanted to stop talking and stated the first half of Du Zimei's essay in order to explain the second half. The meaning of the first.At that moment, my father thought that the person who wrote this half of the poem was in view of the hopelessness of "counterattacking the mainland", and wanted my father to share his feelings of nostalgia for his hometown.

Since then, no anagrams have been added to the test preparation files; my father was ignorant, and naturally he would not think that "sent books are too long" to mean that my father did not make good use of these data with other purposes-at that time, he Don't even know the material. An isolated, sporadic event—or a piece of material that has lost any relationship to other material—is meaningless.If I write like this: "In January of the fifty-sixth year of the Republic of China, my father received half of Du Du's poems written on a small piece of louvered card." Some scattered, drifting, and fragmented fragments.The reason why I am interested in this is the seven books in the book bag: January 56 of the Republic of China was the day when "The History of the Small Knife Society of Shanghai and the Study of the Secret Book of Hongmen" was published, and the previous three books The book was published intensively between one year and two months; the next three books were only published every five years.Shouldn't there be a "why" in it?

In the course of my life, January in the fifty-sixth year of the Republic of China was so vague that it almost didn't exist.I was halfway through fourth grade and longed to have a TV at home—so I wouldn't have to watch Captain Broken Knife and Warriors on the hollow brick wall of the neighbor across the way.Leaning on the wall with me and watching American albums are Xiaowu and Sun Xiaoliu on Xiaowu's back; neither of us knew that Sun Xiaoliu would be kidnapped for the first time in half a year, and neither His mother will commit suicide because of this, and Tiger Sun will leave his job by "studying at home" and start a taxi.We all probably agree that life is static, flat, and unchanging—no one will be able to afford a television set forever.We didn't even know that the whole village would move out within a year or two, move to the other side of the city, live in a four-story apartment, and get to know Master Peng and Mrs. Peng in the alley next to the Shuanghe Market; Knowing that we will gradually grow up in a cement building that is as far away as the sky, we will grow up with emotions that make our blood indignant and our viscera throbbing, and we will meet people who have already secretly changed our destiny.What we are least likely to know is: After many, many years, we can't even remember what happened in January of the fifty-sixth year of the Republic of China.

As far as I can remember: the "one event" closest to this time actually happened one late night in the middle of December in the 55th year of the Republic of China.At that time we called it "household census".It is said that there was a census a few months before I was born. After the twelve bells were broadcast on the national broadcasting station, 150,000 census takers were dispatched at the same time to conduct surveys all over the island of Taiwan.In order to make the census work go smoothly, the government stipulates that no vehicles are allowed to drive on the streets of cities and towns; everyone stays at home, the door is open all night, and the lights are bright, so as to wait for the census takers to inquire about the age and identity of each citizen , occupation and living conditions.

I missed it last time, but this second time I participated in the whole process and was very impressed. The census taker who came to the door was a young man with a limp. As soon as he entered the room, he called out to my father: "Mr. Qi Jing." My father was stunned for a while, and said: "You are—" The census taker approached my father and whispered After saying a few words, he said in a high voice: "Actually, we should be destined by fate, we don't need to see each other—we came on the same boat, but I was still young at that time, only ten years old, Mr. Qi Jing must not remember. After speaking, he sat down in a rattan armchair, put a thick paper booklet on the coffee table with one hand, and lifted a long tube about the thickness of the mouth of a teacup to the foot of the chair with the other hand.

My father changed his words at this moment———: "What? Why are you—why did you come in person? Isn't this a household census?" "If you don't take this opportunity to pay a visit, it would be too rude. Mr. Qi Jing has been a teacher for a long time, and he is a predecessor of the word "Li", no matter what, I have to come to ask for advice in person." "How dare you do that?" My father took a cup of hot tea from my mother, put it down a few times before holding it, took a step back, flicked his sleeves twice, and his right knee trembled—seeing me sitting aside, distracted, He gave me a hard look, and I quickly stood up.But the census officer said with a smile, "Don't mind! The child is empty, so you don't have to be polite; my leg has been disabled in the past two years. Let's sit down and talk about it." My father was also surprised that he never sit down.The situation is similar to those of us who were called to the discipline office to be scolded at school-hands pressed to the seam of trousers, head slightly lowered, lips opened and closed, as if answering, but ㈱㈩ was silent.

"I heard Ercai and the others say that Mr. Qi Jing is well-read in poetry and books, full of economics, and he is a gentleman. So I thought: What kind of meeting gift should I bring to Mr. Qi Jing-whether it is from the north or south, imported products, even gold beads Agate, I’m afraid it’s too vulgar! So I rummaged through my ancestor’s house, searched for a long time, and found this—” the enumerator said, pointing to the long tube at the foot of the chair, and continued : "It is a painting treasured by the "Old Man" during his lifetime. It is unrecognizable from top to bottom, but it looks very much like the brush and ink of the "Old Man"'s predecessor, Mr. Fang. The painting of Feng Wugong—Mr. Qi Jing knows— It can be said to be priceless. If you hide it, it can be handed down from generation to generation; even if there is any emergency need, there are experts who know the goods everywhere. Especially since there is no inscription, it is easier to get rid of it—"

"You are too polite. This gift is too expensive. Mr. Zhang dare not accept it, and he can't accept it. I have been traveling alone for many years, and I have served in the army twice. I am already a runaway bachelor; how can I spoil the old man's collection, Fengwu Gong His calligraphy? No, no, you'd better take it back." Strange to say, the census taker has ignored this problem since then, and asked another question: "I heard that Mr. Qi Jing returned to the Ministry to work as an official, and was recommended by a Li Zizheng. This matter?" "This happened more than ten years ago. It was a representative Wang who recommended this job. As for what noble person Representative Wang invited, I don't know."

"Then, you haven't met Senior Minister Li either?" "Representative Wang introduced a gentleman to meet him once, but he never met again after he arrived on business." "That's good." The census taker reached out to hold the tea cup, opened the lid to disperse the floating leaves, but didn't drink it, closed the lid again, and said with a smile: "Mr. Is it a very rampant situation?" My father muttered, as if answering something. "There have always been reports that there are a lot of activities in secret, trying to undermine our great cause of counterattack. Since Mr. Qi Jing is in the ministry, there is no need for me to talk about it - everything is to save the country and the people Mr. Qi Jing, please pay attention to it, and if there is any movement of someone who is neither embarrassing nor embarrassing, be sure to inform Ercai." After finishing speaking, the census taker picked up the paper book on the table and shook it at my father, as if to say: "That's it." Then he cupped his hands, left palm and right fist.My father was even more reverent, he threw his sleeves apart, his right knee trembled, and said: "Respectfully send your honor——" "Wan wai wai—" The enumerator turned and pushed the door open, winked at me when he went out, and then raised his voice and said to my father: "Don't forget! I'm here for a census. " To be honest: I was actually disappointed when I was looking forward to entertaining guests all night and accepting the "census" like watching the New Year.In addition, what I learned from Xiaosan, Xiaosi and even Xu Laosan and other boys from other families in the future also made me quite unhappy-in other people's houses, that Eryi was indeed very lively.Some people say that the census takers are chatting and laughing, and their words are friendly; some say that the census takers are beautiful and glamorous.The families who receive them always serve melon seeds and candies out of all they have, just like welcoming a guest from afar. It really felt like a new year had passed.What can I say?I said that an intelligence officer came to my house with a wooden leg, which was a prosthetic limb that was sawed off and reconfigured after being injured by a bandit spy.Except for Xiao Wu, no one believed the story I made up. But the picture that the census taker gave my father was interesting.At that time, between the old family homes on Nanjing East Road and Liaoning Street, there were earth walls made of bamboo strip cores and clay, which cracked every earthquake, and a long ridge was formed, which was now a chiseled wall to attract light. situation.My mother hung up the picture, blocking the crack, and blocking the prying eyebrows of the kid from the Liu family next door. The painting has been mounted, and the banner can be about six feet left and right, and more than two feet high up and down. Once it is unfolded, it is almost the width of the entire living room.On the left side of the picture is a forest, outside the forest there is a courtyard wall, and in the forest is a pavilion.There is a stone table in the pavilion, on which wine and dishes are placed.There were only two ancient men sitting around the table, the one with a big face was wearing a red robe and an official hat, stretching his arms and spreading his palms, as if talking about something hurriedly.The one sitting on his right has a smaller face, but surprisingly long ears, wearing a turban and wearing a blue dress.But I saw that the man with long ears held a chopstick between his right fingers, and the other one seemed to have just slipped from between his fingers halfway and half obliquely. The tip of the chopstick lightly touched a fish on the plate-this detail is my fault. I discovered it first, and if I hadn’t discovered it at that time, I’m afraid my family would not have bought the first TV. Let’s talk about that painting later: it looks like the right side of two ancient people who are eating and chatting. , That is, on the other side of the pavilion, there is another forest.The forest on this side occupies a large area in the middle of the picture. The trunks are thicker than those on the left side of the pavilion, and the branches are dotted with emerald green fruits.There is a small pool under the woods, and there is a rockery by the pool.Further down, there is a half white courtyard wall stretching from the left side of the picture - most of this wall is covered by the dense tree shadows outside the wall, only here it is more exposed, and it can be seen that the wall It is made of large square stones. As for the right side of the rockery, there are several stalks of bamboo planted in a line, as if obliquely dividing the whole picture into two pieces of different sizes. The smaller piece on the right has no courtyard or people. It turned out to be a vegetable bed.Clumps of vegetable leaves did emerge from the furrows, and there was a bucket beside it, filled with clear water, and the wooden spoon used to scoop the water was thrown on the ground casually. Outside the vegetable garden—that is, the far right of the frame, there was a billowing, gray smoke, mixed with rhinoceros-white ripples, like a tornado.This part was very gloomy and gloomy, but fortunately a rack for hanging clothes was covered, so it was not too obtrusive. For a long time, I stood by the wall every day, looked up at the painting, and was very envious that the ancients could have such a big house in their homes.Compared with the pigeon coop where we live, it is more spacious and comfortable.Once I told my father: I really want to move to live in the big courtyard in the painting, and my father said, "If you really live in this painting, the Liu family will show you the scenery of taking a bath. " But this can't dampen my interest in watching and imitating in front of the painting every day.I even named the ancients in the painting two names, one is "Big Brother Red" and the other is "Second Brother Lan". Being a guest for dinner, drinking "Wujiapi", shouting "Sijicai" and "Eight Horses", is almost the sentiment of my father and my eldest brother drinking and punching. One day when I was having dinner, my mother murmured that I couldn't hold chopsticks well, and when I grew up, I would make jokes when I went out to visit people, saying that our family education was not strict.I resisted and replied: "My "Second Brother Lan" doesn't know how to hold chopsticks." My father asked casually, "Who is "Second Brother Lan"?" I casually pointed at the painting on the wall: "He. " My father took a look at the painting, took two mouthfuls of food, thought about it, and put the bowl and chopsticks away, stood up and looked at the "Brother Red" and "Second Brother Blue" on the painting, took two steps back and moved back to the painting. After looking around at the whole painting, he swallowed his food hastily, and turned to his mother and said, "Fang Fengwu usually doesn't use allusions in his paintings—this painting is not his." "Fake?" My mother was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Let's just say it's fake; people won't believe it if they say there's a real painting in our house, and you'll have to fuck around if you hang it up." The doorway—" My father pondered: "Since it is hidden by Wan Laozi, and it is not Fang Fengwu's real trace, could it be the one he painted?Will it be that one? " When was this painting taken down?I can't remember.In short, the scene of "Brother Red" and "Second Brother Lan" disappearing in a flash, and I didn't see it again until decades later when I followed Xu Laosan's brochure to find the "Humanities Bookstore" that had been transformed. I fully understand the allusions in the picture and know the story outside the picture.During the fifty-five or six years of the Republic of China, I quickly forgot about that painting; because my father thought it reminded him of an unbearable past, he entrusted someone to sell it off. Unexpectedly, he got a good price and bought a TV. . I can add something incidentally first: the book and the painting are about the story of Cao Cao and Liu Bei cooking wine and discussing heroes.Needless to say, "Big Brother Red" is the Prime Minister Cao Cao, and "Brother Blue" is the envoy Liu Bei.The twenty-first chapter is published. In the past, Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty established the dynasty, and Cao Cao was good at it, creating a situation of "taking the emperor to order the princes".Xiandi has nothing to do, only a blood book belt!Handed over to Dong Cheng, the uncle of the country, with the intention of calling for the "Ten Righteousnesses" to gather the world's soldiers and horses to defeat Cao.At that time, Liu Bei was living under the fence, relying on Cao Cao's will in everything, so he had to pretend to be a gardener and pretend to be a vegetable gardener.Unexpectedly, one day, when Guan and Zhang were away, Cao Cao sent ten people from Xu Chu and Zhang Liao to the garden to invite the envoy to have a feast at the prime minister's residence.During the banquet, Cao Cao pointed to the dense cloud "Dragon Hanging" in the sky, saying: "The spring is deep now, and the dragon changes with the times. It is like a man who has aspirations and travels across the world. The dragon is a thing, comparable to the heroes of the world." He also said: "Today the heroes, Only Shijun and Caoer!" Liu Bei was taken aback by this, thinking that Cao Cao had seen his hidden intentions, so he made "the tendon of the spoon in his hand fall to the ground without knowing it." But at this time The rain was approaching, and there was loud thunder. Liu Bei pretended to be afraid of the thunder, covered up the scene, and cleverly explained the suspicion of rape. It's just that when I was thinking about "Big Brother Red" and "Second Brother Blue", I didn't know that there was actually an allusion hidden in this painting, and I didn't even know that it was the future "" Masked Grandpa Li Shouwu——Cao Cao and Liu Bei on the paper are metaphors for the "Old Man" and Wan Yanfang respectively. Since there is no inscription before and after, and no date is given, at first glance, this painting is just a work of Zhang Rong with figures, trees and rocks in one scene. There is nothing unusual except for the vivid and subtle details of the fine brushwork.However, is there really nothing unusual about it?If I had had enough wisdom to read "The Wonderful Painting of Fang Fengwu" in the fifty-sixth year of the Republic of China, I would have discovered that the reason why Wan Yanfang treasured this painting was because he couldn't see that it was copied from himself. hand?On the contrary, because he knew that the painting looked very much like Fang Fengwu's handwriting, but it was a fake; he then understood that the imitator was trying to draw attention with the imitation of brush and ink. When the real trace is only "similar in shape but not in spirit", the viewer has already realized that the metaphorical meaning of the allusions in the painting is to remind him: "Old Man" (Cao Cao) has the intention of guessing and killing Wan Yanfang (Liu Bei) What's more subtle is: Liu Bei used a fabricated excuse—fear of thunder—to cover up his "frightened and paralyzed" appearance, and the imitators revealed it in a fabricated way. What about the real situation of the viewer? Saying this seems to describe the situation too abstractly; it is not.In the book "Wonderful Paintings of Miraculous Doctor Fang Fengwu", the outline of the incident in which the secret message was conveyed through meticulously drawn pictures has been described in detail.I first translated these passages into vernacular, and attached here: "My teacher, Mr. Fang Fengwu, always thought that the art of painting has several gradual levels. The first is to seek the appearance to approximate the real thing; because it does not go through this stage. , the painter will not be able to understand the relationship between himself and the outside world. A painter with a slightly higher level of self-cultivation will not be satisfied with the appearance, he will also require the work to express meaning, which is the second level. To go further, the painter It should be regarded as the only form expressing a certain meaning rather than an ordinary form expressing universal meaning. This is the third level. Further, the painter should also pay attention: a certain painting is conveying a certain meaning to someone, but It is not necessary to convey a certain meaning to all people; therefore, the painter must know how to make this unique meaning only appreciated by those who understand it—this is the fourth level. Once entering this level, a painting is like a letter In a personal letter, both the writer and the reader feel a perfect bond between each other. "Mr. Fang Fengwu adheres to this principle in painting, and the same is true in practicing medicine. He never prescribes the same medicine for patients with similar symptoms. He still refuses to apply acupuncture and medicine lightly; he always said this: "Acupuncture and medicine are like Danzhu ink, you must pay attention to the overall situation in a very small place, and if you don't care about it occasionally, it will cause far-reaching disasters; if a painting is broken, it can still be done." Abandoned and ignored, used to paste windows and walls, cover food and fill ounces; but if a disease is misdiagnosed, wouldn't it kill a thief?That would be disastrous. " "From this point of view, Mr. Fang Fengwu's painting art is very likely to start from his experience of individual pathology, and develop the four levels mentioned above. The beauty of a painting does not lie in how it looks like. The resemblance does not lie in how it implies meaning, but in how it reveals and hides, so that a certain person who views the painting can understand it alone—an excellent painting is like a clever prescription, which happens to be only Applicable to an object who needs it. If more than one patient is cured after receiving that prescription, it can only be regarded as the luck and blessing of the patient, not the goal pursued by the doctor. Similarly, an excellent Any painting by a well-known painter may be just to convey a call to know the music and interest to a unique viewer. benefit, not the artist's achievement. "About 30 years ago, I received a painting from an anonymous person. This painting has no money, no title, no title, and it has not been framed. When I first watched it, I only felt that the row of bamboo plants in it was very abrupt. , the postures and shadows of each plant are exactly the same, just like the solitary bamboo painted by Mr. Fang Fengwu, but it is just a branch of a line. This deliberate brush and ink is not just to set the scene, but also to warn: the person who painted this painting wanted to Use my/Fang Gong's familiar insight into painting art to give me some pointers. "Reading this painting again, I immediately found that it seemed to tell a story about Cao Mengde cooking wine and discussing heroes, but in fact there were other details hidden. The most obvious one was that he was dressed in blue and seemed to be "out of shock". The figure of Liu Xuande. This person’s left hand is hanging in the air in the picture, but the artist only drew his nine fingers, but the index finger of the right hand is bent, which seems to be amputated by a knife. Imagine: Liu Xuande pretended to be afraid of thunder. To cover up the fact that he saw through Cao Mengde's hidden murderous intentions, the index finger that lost a chopstick should be stretched out rather than flexed; the reason why the flexion is truncated does it mean something else? So I took a closer look and found the picture On the right side—that is, on the backyard of the prime minister’s mansion where the legendary envoy grows vegetables—a bucket is placed, and there is a wooden spoon beside the bucket. It seems that this is because Xu Chu and Zhang Liao were ordered to lead the crowd to invite Mei Ting. Liu Xuande went to the banquet in a hurry, and threw the spoon away. However, after careful comparison, it can be seen that there are several liters of clear water stored in the bucket, but the bottom of the spoon is black and blue, as if there is something embarrassing left. People can't help but think about the residual poison. "Look at the man in blue, with a bandage on his head, he really looks like he just dropped the crops from the vegetable garden and came to the banquet. However, if it is said that it is too late to put the wooden spoon in the bucket, how can it be in time?" How about changing into a long robe? If Liu Xuande was originally wearing a blue robe to water and grow vegetables in the back garden, why didn’t he worry about getting the corners of the robe dirty while pitching and straightening?/Why didn’t he tie a drawstring on the robe, In order to tie up the hem, so as not to be contaminated with dirt? Therefore, the lack of belts must have a secret heart. "These very small and unreasonable details immediately reminded me of another story related to Cao Mengde; that is, in the spring and March of the fourth year of Jian'an, Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty bestowed an imperial edict on his uncle Dong Chengyi, secretly ordering him to entangle the princes and kill him. The story of the Cao family. According to the person depicted in the painting, the man in blue is not only Liu Xuande, but also the roles of Dong Cheng and Ji Ping. Showing loyalty and righteous indignation, he even bit off a finger as an oath, and set up a plan to poison Cao Cao. Unexpectedly, the secret was not secret, and Qin Qingtong, the slave of Dong Cheng's family, leaked the report to Cao. Cao Mengde deliberately invited Dong Cheng to a banquet. Pushing Ji Ping, who was arrested by mistake, to the bottom of the steps, he asked, "You used to have ten fingers, but now you only have nine fingers? Ping said: "Chew it as an oath, and swear to kill the national thief!" "Afterwards, Dong and Ji inevitably met Guikou's funeral. The story of this passage /! was widely spread. The person who painted this painting deliberately left a few pen and ink in the picture to make people suspicious , In fact, I was avoiding the eyes and ears of ordinary people, and my only desire made me realize that the man in blue in the picture is not one person, but three people. According to my personal behavior and situation at that time, it is not difficult to realize something impressively: This painter who has never met before is indeed warning me—and two people who have close contacts with me—. This painting is definitely not a work based on a historical story, but a letter that reveals subtle news to me. Secret letter." Frankly speaking: When I first read these passages on the second floor of Sanmin Bookstore, I didn’t think it made any sense. On the contrary, I decided that Wan Yanfang Guozhen, the author of "Fang Fengwu, a Wonderful Doctor" He is a gangster old man who is also annoying when he talks about art.If one uses his theories to appreciate paintings or other works of art, all creative expressions should be nothing more than word puzzles.Conversely, if artistic creation does not come from a set of cryptographic tools that are original, secret, hidden, and privately expected, it cannot be established at all.I have always chewed my nose at this kind of interpretation strategy of the Somon School. If it hadn't been for the delicate and interesting passage about medical ethics, which aroused my interest for a while, I probably wouldn't have read it at all.Or maybe it's here?At the end of the paragraph after the imperial physician Ji Ping was murdered, I immediately dropped "The Wonderful Painting of the Miraculous Doctor Fang Fengwu" and went to the medical series to pick out the "Healthy Art, Medicine and the Way of Medicine of the Tiandihui" and read on. .All in all, at that time I completely forgot about a picture that I had faced every day when I was a child—the very same picture that hung on the wall of the small four and a half-seat living room of my house for months at least.My father quickly sold it after I discovered that the "Brother Lan" on the painting could not use chopsticks, and my family began to enter the "class with a TV set".However, with hindsight, there are naturally things that are more important than this.If we list some seemingly irrelevant events between the 55th and 6th years of the Republic of China, the meaning of the first half of the poem "Yue Ye Yi She Di" and the second half of "Yue Ye Yi She Di" in "Bei Yi" becomes obvious. Not only that, but there is also a preliminary explanation for the large gap in the publication dates of the seven books I have in hand. Around the same time a big fire broke out at Xinmending Theater in Ximending—January 19, 1955 in the Republic of China—shortly after that, in early February, the National Assembly held a temporary meeting in Yangmingshan, Taipei. In his capacity, he summoned all representatives of the National Congress of the Kuomintang, hoping to implement the party's decision and pass the amendment to the "temporary clauses during the period of mobilization and anti-insurgency."One month after the fire broke out, the Fourth Session of the First National Assembly was officially opened.A full month later, on March 19th, the conference passed the third reading of the "Revised Proposal on Temporary Provisions During the Mobilization and Anti-Rebellion Period" proposed by Zhang Zhiben, Hong Dazhan and others.The main content of this case is to add the fourth and fifth clauses to the provisional clauses. Paragraph 4: During the period of mobilization and anti-insurgency, the constitutional system authorizes the president to set up a mobilization and anti-insurgency agency, decide on major policies related to mobilization and anti-insurgency, and handle battlefield government affairs. Subparagraph 5: In order to meet the needs of mobilizing against rebellion, the president may adjust the administrative and personnel agencies of the central government, and it is necessary to elect additional or by-elections to the elected central government officials due to population growth or vacancies , have to promulgate implementation measures.These two temporary clauses are actually to increase the power of the "old man", so that the president has the right to directly summon the presidents of the five courts and a group of military and political heads to control the personnel and administrative plans of institutions at all levels across the country. According to the legal source of the fourth paragraph, the "Old Man" immediately promulgated the "National Security Council Organization Outline" on February 1, 1956, and the chairman of the meeting was naturally concurrently held by the "Old Man" himself; members included the president and vice president. , Secretary-General of the Presidential Office, Chief of Staff, Executive Vice President, Minister of National Defense, Foreign Affairs, Finance, Chief of Staff, etc. The "Old Man" thus became the only legal dictatorship in the country through the National Security Council. To put it realistically: the "Old Man" was originally the president and the president of the ruling party, so why do we need to hold our thumbs in the same place, set up another "National Security Conference" to expand power?In the proposals of Zhang Zhiben, Hong Dazhan and others to revise the temporary clauses, three reasons were put forward: First, facing the counteroffensive, the opportunity is about to reach the final mature stage. In order to adapt the constitutional system to the needs of wartime, the president should be authorized to implement the Exercising the power of command to strive for victory.Second, in order to effectively carry out mobilization and anti-insurgency operations, the establishment and powers of the central government's administrative and personnel agencies must be able to be adjusted flexibly. Therefore, the president should be authorized to take timely and appropriate sanctions.Third, the Central People's Voice - the government's public officials are aging rapidly, and the president should be authorized to formulate election methods to supplement the election of representatives of the central government's public opinion. In fact, the third point above is not a reason, but can only be seen as a step or method to maintain the system of mobilization and suppression of rebellion; as for the first and second points, it exposes an inside story that will be regarded as surprising in the future / That is, when "the time for counter-offensive is approaching the final mature stage", some people "cannot effectively carry out the mobilization and suppression of chaos--work", and the existing "staffing and powers of the administrative personnel organization of the central government" cannot be "manipulatively adjusted" ", "appropriate punishment", and had to be rectified by the "old man" in order to implement the exercise of command power. Judging from the timing of the establishment of the "National Security Council" and its direct control of the National Security Bureau, the Ministry of National Defense Taiwan Police Headquarters, the Investigation Bureau, and the national police and government units at all levels and other huge intelligence and political systems and resources, it seems that the inside story does exist. with. Once conceived from such a point of view that it must be seen to be suspicious, there is nothing suspicious; even the household census I mentioned just now seems to be of no use-why can't we regard that action as a Is it some kind of large-scale sweep and hunt operation, and its purpose is to find and even apprehend some people who have obstructed or destroyed the "mobilization and anti-insurgency business"? /Didn't the cripple who came to my house for a long time to conduct a census keep talking about "the past two years of bandit spies and hidden elements" and "sabotaging the great cause of the counter-offensive"/So what? When I was thinking about this, I almost blurted out several times, wanting to beg my father to let me read the other twenty-seven "exam preparation files" he saved in the computer.I intuitively think that there must be some texts that can be pieced together and interpreted, hiding many secrets that prompted the "old man" to reorganize the national intelligence and governance system.But the words just reached his mouth, but they retracted into his throat.I don't know exactly how to explain this feeling of closeness and shyness--maybe it's me: the hide-and-seek mouse is stirring again; Me: There is probably a very, very rat side to this old man who looks distraught, embarrassed, and obviously worried about his son just a few feet away. .In order to reveal to his son how dangerous and terrifying the world is, he has repeatedly torn the most fragile wound in his heart, letting the time and trivial life that had already been healed The scar gushed blood again.When I was thinking like this, I picked up the bag of books on my toes, hugged it with my arms, and called out in a low voice: "Dad." The old man raised his eyelids, woke up from a memory that I had no way of knowing, looked at me blankly, as if telling me with an expression of great pity: don’t ask any more questions, don’t think about anything anymore Yes; little people like us mice can live from day to day, and one step to escape is one step.However, even such a few humble words, my father failed to admit the truth, and his life seemed to be nothing more than a weary silence about a world that we can do nothing about. "But I can't be like you, Dad." I grabbed the "Thunder in the Seven Seas" that was on the table, stuffed it into my pocket, and said, "I don't want to receive a bunch of shitty bastards sending my son wild cards in the future." Cannon pictures to scare me." "Don't you want to think about Gao Yang?" This was my father's last struggle.He supported his forehead with one hand, closed his eyes again, as if he had foreseen such an unbearable scene, he still shook his head lingeringly. "If Gao Yang had time to sort out these things before he was alive—" I held the bag of books and manuscripts high in the air, and said, "Write it into a book and publish it, so that everyone can read it and understand it; Maybe it's not enough to be tricked by "them"—" "You, what do you want?" My father seemed to have realized something suddenly, he put his hands on the armrest of the wicker chair, and stood up.At this moment, I had already unplugged the door plug, twisted the horn lock, managed to squeeze out a smile that I don't know whether to comfort him or myself, and said: "But "they" would never think: I am not like Gao Yang or you. Patience, you have to investigate the matter thoroughly—” At this point, I rushed out of my father’s study, skipped over the benches, and ran straight to the door. My father seemed to ask behind me: "What are you doing?" My answer floated in the night sky outside the entire apartment: "I will mess up their messy, messed up world. a little!"