Chapter 48 Chapter Eight: Three Men, One Drama

On the first day of the new year of Xinhai, a small Spring Festival gathering is being held on the Yellow Crane Tower.A few young people, a few side dishes, and a jug of white wine.The wine is hot and ears are hot, and they are fighting for the name of a literary group. These days, are you still playing pure literature?It is said that literary youths are stupid and naive. What's wrong with playing pure literature?Staying alone in a quiet and lonely place, just want to keep a low profile and don't want to make hype, at least it proves that we still have dreams to do.Literary and artistic youths, let’s play pure literature with pride, because your spring is coming.

After a day of intense discussions, the literary youths finally gave this literary group a powerful name - Literature Society. Everyone unanimously elected a highly respected person as the first president—in fact, this president is very young, only twenty-six years old.He is not a professional writer within the system, his official occupation is a soldier, and his name is Jiang Yiwu. A soldier who loves literature, with a pen in his left hand and a gun in his right? Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun, and people's hearts grow out of the barrel of a pen. When pure literature is no longer the monopoly of literary youths, and when soldiers begin to yearn for romance, what will happen soon?

Don't worry, that's in the future. Now everything is under the direction of the president. Since some young artists who have just joined the club are not familiar with him, it is necessary to introduce President Jiang's personal resume. On the banks of the vast Dongting Lake, surrounded by mountains, there is an extremely beautiful small town hidden: Li County.How beautiful is it? "From the Han Dynasty to the south, the most beautiful state is seventeen or eighteen, and Mo Ruoli", Liu Zongyuan praised.In the small town, there is a mysterious street. It is said that the fairy Ding Lingwei lived in seclusion here, but he finally couldn't stand the hustle and bustle of the world, and finally drifted away. Since then, this place has been called Ding Gongqiao.

Dinggong is gone forever, and there is no Dinggong bridge here. This time, Dinggong Bridge has been lonely for thousands of years. Thousands of years later, on the sixth day of the fifth lunar month in 1885, a little boy was born here.Since then, loneliness is no longer. The little boy is Jiang Yiwu. He has loved listening to legends since he was a child, and he also longs to become a legend himself. Generations of tenant farmers in the Jiang family, up to the generation of Jiang Yiwu's father, Jiang Dingzhao, are still poor and hungry.Jiang Dingzhao had to go to the city to work as an apprentice in a small soybean oil skin shop.The owner is an elderly couple who have no children and treat him like their own son.Before he died, he left all his family property to Jiang Dingzhao.

Some changes have taken place in Jiang Dingzhao's life, but not qualitatively. Don't you have an inheritance?The quality of life should be greatly improved. There is an inheritance, which is a small hut, two large pots, a large vat, a pair of stone mills, and dozens of bamboo poles. Although not much, Jiang Dingzhao was very happy.He repaired the hut a little and named it "Jiang Xingfa Bean Shoots Shop". At least he has his own shop and business. He hopes that the newly opened shop will bring him good luck and happiness. Soon, Jiang Yiwu, the young owner of the bean shoot shop, was born.

The Shaodong family is really different. Since he was a child, he likes to ask a hundred thousand whys, and no one else can answer them.One of his favorite questions is: Why are some people rich and others poor?The same people, why is there such a big difference? These issues involve society, politics, and life, and are very mysterious and profound.Jiang Yiwu's parents are full of bean skins and bean shoots all day long, so they have no time to discuss and communicate with him purely academically. If there is no one to communicate with, he thinks on his own. The more he thinks, the more problems he has, and the more mature his thoughts become. Jiang Yiwu has shown a precocity that does not match his age.

The elders see it in their eyes and are happy in their hearts, because children who like to ask a hundred thousand why are destined to have an extraordinary life.But everyone agrees that it is not good, and authoritative experts must be invited to appraise it. Authoritative experts know astronomy from the top and geography from the bottom, which can predict good and bad luck and enlighten people's lives.It has a technical term: fortune teller.The fortune teller took the horoscope of President Jiang's birthday and counted it with his fingers, chanting words in his mouth. What did you say?

Anyone can guess.Destined to be rich, there must be small tribulations; in his later years, he will be prosperous and rich, and his ancestors will be honored.They are all old sayings and clichés, but ordinary people never tire of hearing them. Jiang Yiwu finally found someone to confide in, grabbed hold of the fortune teller, and poured out all his usual difficult thoughts: "What kind of fate is it? Fake Dakong, everyone's life is in their own hands." Then President Jiang came to a paragraph A touching inner monologue: Why is this world so unfair?Why can the emperor be on top?Why do grass people crawl on the ground?Why are some poor and some rich?

The poor fortune teller was stunned on the spot. At such a young age, he actually put forward a proposition of cosmology with such profound connotations. Yes, I have counted my life for a lifetime, always speaking insincere lies, always unable to see the essence through phenomena, and always unable to rise to a theoretical level.Why are some rich and some poor?Why have I never been rich?Where is the root of the gap between rich and poor?Why am I always uncertain about my own life?Ashamed, ashamed. A little boy's life thinking completely awakened the long-numbed heart of the fortune teller. He bowed his hands to Jiang Yiwu's parents: "Your son is extremely talented, and he will definitely become a great talent in the future. But if you want to become a great talent, you must study."

This time it is the truth from the fortune teller, and has nothing to do with the horoscope.It was because of this truth that the fortune teller had a free lunch. From then on, Jiang Yiwu carried his schoolbag on his shoulders and went to school happily on the shoulders of his brothers.The family is too poor and can only support one student to study. The brothers can only continue to work as apprentices in oil presses and department stores. Jiang Yiwu entered the best "Lilan Bookstore" in the county to study.He is the poorest student, but the best student.The teacher praised him for being "quick in nature, with a vivid memory in reading".He began to grow into a literary and artistic youth who was not stupid or naive, and the country sage Qu Yuan was his favorite.

Besides reading, Jiang Yiwu also loves to read The World.In my spare time, I often take a few close friends and travel all over the mountains and rivers of Li County.He often boarded the Houlet Pavilion, thinking of Fan Wenzheng's literary and martial arts, and lamented that "today's performance competition cannot be won without force", and changed his name to Yiwu from then on. In order to cooperate with this meaningful name change, Jiang Yiwu often went to the Lishui River to swim in the midstream, riding horses, archery, and martial arts during the day, and studying the Three Secrets and Six Strategies at night. He and his classmates point out the country, inspire words, and look down on everything.When the county magistrate's eight-carried sedan chair rushed over, Jiang Yiwu sneered and gave him a slight glance with contemptuous eyes. When Xiang Yu saw Qin Shihuang, he wanted to replace him. When Liu Bang saw Qin Shihuang, he wanted to be such a man. When President Jiang saw the unknown magistrate, he didn't bother to say anything. I thought of another additional question: If time and space could be rotated, what would Jiang Yiwu say when he saw Qin Shihuang? The answer is very simple, without saying a word, just go over and abolish him. Jiang Yiwu only wants to talk to the ancients, the ancients with strong bones.Yue Fei, Wen Tianxiang, and Shi Kefa are his action idols; Huang Zongxi and Wang Fuzhi are his spiritual mentors. Some classmates took the imperial examination, and he continued to look at these people with contempt, and angrily rebuked "the slave's fame, what's the use of it." After the Eight-Power Allied Forces captured Beijing in 1900, Jiang Yiwu cried bitterly in the public, crying loudly while crying: "Motherland, my sick mother, get well soon; Qing dog, Qing dog, I want to overthrow you!" Just now, many people gathered around to see the crying man on the street. They were holding change in their hands, and they were going to listen to the vicissitudes of life of the vagabond singer. When they heard this, they immediately dispersed. This man is so courageous. Tears flowed, words were spoken, and everyone saw that Jiang Yiwu embarked on a revolutionary journey with a high profile. The revolution must also have a route. According to the practice at the time, first go to Japan to pan for gold, to find revolutionary comrades-in-arms, plans, and arms. Jiang Yiwu continued to embark on a trip to Japan with a high profile.When he arrived in Shanghai first, he couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart, so he drank a few more drinks.When I came to the seaside and looked at the invisible Japan, my heart was full of excitement, and a new page in my life was about to be opened.He opened his clothes and roared to the sea: You can blow the sea wind more violently, and you can shake the waves more violently. As soon as he finished his rhetoric, he fell ill when he returned to the hotel. It seemed that the sea breeze and waves were really too strong, and he caught a cold.The illness lasted for several months, so I had no choice but to stay in Shanghai for the time being. One day, Jiang Yiwu, who was full of passion but extremely depressed, wandered by the sea again.Still opening the front of his clothes, he greeted the sea breeze and waves, looked at the sea, and sighed: "Is it doomed that the splendor of the sea is not destined for me?" At this time, a man, also full of pride and depression, was wandering by the seaside.They walked towards each other hesitantly. No words are needed, just the collision of eyes is enough to win thousands of questions. You are my confidant, and I would like to be your confidant. The two men have become confidantes. This confidant is his fellow villager, Yang Zhuolin, a cynical and passionate young man.They have similar family backgrounds, similar childhoods, and similar aspirations; the only thing that is not similar is the name, and the only thing that can be ignored is also the name, which is just a symbol. Yang Zhuolin's family is poor, and he often borrows candles from neighbors to read military books and novels.In the dead of night, when I read the exciting part, I often clapped the table and screamed: "A man who is born is not a ten thousand householder, and he will go to Fengdi to die. An Neng Yuyu will live with the children in the village!" The words are bold enough, but the candles can no longer be borrowed, which seriously interferes with other people's rest.Yang Zhuolin didn't care, anyway, he read the art of war almost the same, and it's time to practice it.He joined the army and was stationed in Beijing and Tianjin. In the year of Gengzi, he fought against the Eight-Power Allied Forces and killed several people. He was also seriously injured. After recovering from his injuries, Yang Zhuolin traveled all over the country, making friends with heroes from all walks of life, and his heroism became even higher.After traveling more than half of China, I came to Nanjing and was admitted to the Jiangbei Academy.At that time, it was widely rumored that Zhou Fu, the governor of Liangjiang, would lease Jinling Lion Rock to Germany. Yang Zhuolin was filled with righteous indignation when he heard this, and kept clamoring to kill the traitor old man Zhou. First at home, then outside; first with a few people, then with a large group.That's all for talking, Yang Zhuolin took out his pistol and gestured while talking. Of course, the old man Zhou didn't kill him in the end, so who doesn't know every day?Yang Zhuolin fled to Japan, devoted himself to learning how to make bombs, and prepared to do something shocking. In 1906, Yang Zhuolin sneaked back to Shanghai, waiting for the munitions shipped from Japan.But waiting left and right just couldn't wait, and the full of pride turned into full of resentment. Since meeting Jiang Yiwu, the two frustrated young people hit it off right away. They cooked wine and talked about their happy life and revolutionary achievements. They co-founded a newspaper "Jingye Xunbao" and wrote all their happy wishes in the newspaper to give millions people watch. Yang Zhuolin has always had a dream of blowing up old man Zhou's gang and yelling all day long: "Death deserves it!" Finally, Yang Zhuolin took the bomb on the road.On the way, he met two fellow villagers, and they chatted enthusiastically. After a few words, it turned out that they were both revolutionaries.Yang Zhuolin secretly rejoiced that my luck was good, and I met revolutionary confidants everywhere on the beach and on the main road. It's a pity that I was mistaken this time. The revolutionaries are fake and shoddy, spies of old man Zhou's gang. Just because I took one more look at you in the crowd, my life was given to you from then on. Jiang Yiwu is still waiting, but Yang Zhuolin will never come back, and his confidant is gone in a blink of an eye. The grief-stricken Jiang Yiwu returned to his hometown, changed.Sometimes he stays at home all day, sometimes he drinks old wine and reads military books, and sometimes he sings with a sword, as if there is no one else around.Neighbors all around are talking about it, this boy, why did he go to the bustling Shanghai and get lost like this? Of course, the luxury and money in Shanghai cannot corrupt Jiang Yiwu's heart. He is missing his old friend, waiting for the opportunity, and looking forward to the future. Finally, President Jiang made a decision to serve as a soldier, to the place where the revolution needs it most. Why do you want to be a soldier now? Because literary and artistic youths can't save the country, they are too delicate to be caught by the sea and the wind in a blink of an eye.The army, only the army is a melting pot, a test of perseverance and a strong body. When literary and artistic youths no longer cry to the sky, when they are no longer on the beach facing the sea, when literary and artistic youths are not stupid or naive, the world will really change. Jiang Yiwu came to Wuhan, served as a soldier, and became a small squad leader.Here he met another person, a person who was extremely important not only in his life, but in the lives of all revolutionaries. It was also a warm spring day, two men passed by in a hurry, and suddenly looked back at the same time: just because I took one more look at you in the crowd, I could never forget your face. When you meet the one among the millions, when amid millions of years, in the borderless wastes of time, you happen to catch up with you, neither a step too early nor a step too late, and have nothing else to say but Ask softly: "Oh, are you here too?" oh, are you here too?Your legend is too twists and turns, and your twists and turns are too heart-wrenching.