The paper in the magazine was very poor, but the handwriting was elegant and well-proportioned, and the ink smelled rich.
It was obviously freshly published.
It contained academic articles full of Marxism.
Chen Zikun flipped through it casually and praised: "Good article, insightful." " Deng Xixian said: "These articles were all written by Enlai."
Chen Zikun was in awe: "Brother Enlai is a great talent."
Zhou Enlai smiled and said: "I wrote it correctly, but Xiao Deng used a carving knife to carve it word by word on the wax paper, and printed it out one by one with a mimeograph machine and bound it into a book."
Chen Zikun said: "This is a publication founded by Brother Enlai."
Zhou Enlai said: "No, this is the internal journal of our Chinese Youth Communist Party in Europe."
"That's Brother Enlai" "Enlai is our publicity committee member."
Deng Xixian replied, and suddenly asked: "Are you willing to join us?"
Chen Zikun was startled.
The last time he joined the Kuomintang in Shanghai was still fresh in his memory.
He was still a fledgling boy at the time, but now he is a young man who has seen the world.
He knew very well what communism preached, and he I am a government-sponsored overseas student and will inevitably hold a certain position in the army in the future.
Joining such a radical organization on the eve of my return to China may be detrimental to my future.
"Haha, I'm not a student living in Europe, so I'm afraid that my reputation won't be justified."
He wanted to shirk away with a simple sentence.
Deng Xixian spoke quickly and said: "Aren't you on your way to Europe now?
It's not contradictory."
"Xiao Deng."
Zhou Enlai stopped Deng Xixian with his eyes and changed the subject: "The croissants here are good.
Brother Kunwu, eat some more.
By the way, have you ever visited Paris?
Do you want me to be your guide to take you around?
Turn around.”
Chen Zikun said: "I have already seen all the famous places when I came to France last time.
This time I mainly visited the universities."
After chatting for a while, the clock rang twelve o'clock, and Zhou Enlai said: "I'll treat you to dinner."
Chen Zikun thought that everyone would go to a Western restaurant and order a bottle of red wine to celebrate the reunion of old friends.
Little did he know that Zhou Enlai led everyone upstairs.
A guest room upstairs was Zhou Enlai's bedroom.
It was small in area, only seven Eight square meters, the room was equipped with a bed, a table, a large number of books piled in every corner, a coal stove on the floor, and an iron kettle stewing on it.
"Xiao Deng, go make some noodles, and I'll make two special dishes for you to try."
Zhou Enlai rolled up his sleeves and started washing the pots and vegetables.
"I'm going to buy two bottles of wine."
Chen Zikun volunteered, and Wang Ruofei also said, "I'll go with you."
After the two of them walked away, Deng Xixian said: "Enlai, why don't you win over him?
I think his thinking is quite progressive."
Zhou Enlai said: "Xiao Deng, you don't know that he was sent to the United States by the Beiyang government to study military affairs.
He is on a different path from us.
Everyone has his own ambitions and cannot force others."
"It turned out to be the warlord's bastard.
What a pity."
Deng Xixian sighed.
Nie Rongzhen interrupted: "You can't say it like that, I think we can still fight for it."
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Zhou Enlai said: "Yes, that's the truth, but we must do it step by step and not be too reckless.
Our cause needs to unite all the forces that can be united.
Chen Zikun will be a senior officer in the warlord's army in the future.
He is the talent we urgently need." " Deng Xixian nodded thoughtfully: "I understand."
Chen Zikun and Wang Ruofei went to a nearby shop and bought two bottles of Burgundy red wine, a few onions, cheese and red sausage.
When they came back, Zhou Enlai had already prepared a signature dish, braised lion's head.
Everyone sat on the floor with teacups and rice bowls. , lunch boxes filled with red wine, and toasted together: "Cheers to China's future."
After the meal, they were not busy cleaning up the mess, but lit a cigarette and had a heated discussion again.
They all advocated a thorough transformation of China along the lines of Soviet Russia, launching a riot to overthrow the decadent Beiyang government, and implementing a people's democratic dictatorship. , this time Chen Zikun did not reserve his opinion, but put forward his own point of view.
He believes that the primary issue in China today is not revolution, but reunification.
Only by reunifying the country can we be consistent in dealing with the outside world.
Wang Ruofei immediately raised objections, saying that Yuan Shikai wanted to unify, Duan Qirui also thought about unification by force, and now Wu Peifu proposed this idea again, but it is impossible for them to accomplish the great cause of unification with these decadent and reactionary warlords.
Only advanced Only a well-organized party armed with communism can shoulder this important task.
"However, Marx's set of things are all derived from his fantasy and have not been proven by practice."
Chen Zikun retorted again.
Wang Ruoxiao said with a smile: "Brother Chen, I now doubt whether you have any intention when you read those philosophy books.
Marx's Capital is a masterpiece that was written after consulting a vast amount of information.
How could it be imagined?
Well, besides, the example of Soviet Russia is right in front of you, have you selectively ignored it?"
"Soviet Russia" Chen Zikun couldn't help but sneer.
Andre's description of the sailors massacring officers appeared in his mind, "Soviet Russia kills too much.
If it is that kind of revolution, I would rather not have it."
"It's childish."
Wang Ruofei shook his head, "Of course the red flag must be dyed with blood, otherwise how can it be called a revolution."
Chen Zikun didn't want to have a dispute of will with him.
In terms of eloquence, he was no match for these students.
But watching them argue in the smoky room with red faces, he suddenly felt inexplicably moved in his heart.
On the way back, Zhou Enlai accompanied Chen Zikun for a long distance.
When leaving, Zhou Enlai said sincerely: "Brother Kunwu, to change China, we must rely on our generation and the party armed with communism.
As long as you are willing, Our party’s door is always open to you.”
The water of the Seine River sparkled in the night, and a wandering singer played the violin.
During the melodious music, two pairs of young hands held each other.
"We arrive at the same destination through different paths, all for the rise of the Chinese nation.
See you again at home, brother Enlai."
Chen Zikun showed his true feelings and held Zhou Enlai's hand tightly.
They didn't know that it would be many years later when they shook hands again.
Originally, Jian Bing wanted to stay longer in Paris, but the travel expenses were really tight, so he had to leave in a hurry.
Before leaving, Chen Zikun cashed 500 francs and put it in an envelope and sent it to Zhou Enlai.
Then he took Jian Bing to Belgium by train.
Their travel route took them all over Europe, leaving their footprints on the top of the Alps, the banks of the Danube, the small town of Bern, the Belgian gun factory, the Munich brewery, and the ancient castles in Romania.
They originally wanted to visit Moscow, but due to Chen Zikun was holding a Republic of China official passport, so he was refused entry.
After traveling around Europe, they finally embarked on their return journey, crossing the Strait of Gibraltar via Spain and arriving in Morocco, Africa.
After appreciating the North African customs, the two took a boat across the Mediterranean again to Egypt, where they used a German camera under the majestic pyramids.
Zeiss cameras leave lasting memories.
Now that we have arrived in Africa, we might as well go south along the Nile River and visit East Africa.
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This trip is a big deal.
Malaria is prevalent in hot Africa and almost killed Jian Bing.
He hurriedly embarked on the return journey, still taking the Indian Ocean, the Strait of Malacca, the South China Sea, Saigon, Hong Kong, and all the way back to Shanghai.
When we arrived in Shanghai, it was already Christmas Eve in 1922.
The ship slowly sailed into the Huangpu River at night.
The neon lights on the west bank were flashing and the prosperity was more prosperous than before.
Jian Bing was timid about being close to home and his eyes were a little moist.
Chen Zikun leaned on the railing and looked at the shore. , but his eyes were a little more calm.
Shanghai, I'm back.
The ship docked at Taikoo Pier, and the passengers lined up to disembark.
Chen Zikun and Jian Bing had a lot of luggage, so they waited in the cabin for the time being.
The second mate on the ship came in and bowed: "Sir and Madam, I'll take you off the ship."
After saying that, they made arrangements.
Several servants helped them carry their large and small luggage and disembarked from the ship through the crew's special passage.
As soon as they set foot on solid ground, several car lights lit up on the opposite side.
Four large black cars were parked on the pier.
A man wearing a top hat and a long woolen windbreaker was sitting on the front of the car, holding a hand in his mouth.
Looking at them with a cigar.
Chen Zikun smiled.
He had not seen him for more than two years.
Li Yaoting had become much more mature.
He had a mustache on his lips and his eyes were not as green as before, but full of confidence and wisdom.
"Big Kunzi" "Xiao Shunzi" The two of them quickly stepped forward and hugged each other tightly.
After a while, Li Yaoting raised his head, looked at the smiling Jian Bing and said, "Sister-in-law, you are beautiful again."
Jian Bing smiled and said, "You are really good at complimenting people.
I'm obviously getting fat."
Li Yaoting blinked, snapped his fingers, and shouted behind him: "Why don't you come over and call someone."
A woman wearing a cheongsam and a fox fur came over.
She looked a little shy and said in a soft voice: "Hello, eldest brother, hello, eldest sister-in-law."
"Her name is Bing'er, she is my woman."
Li Yaoting put his arms around the woman's shoulders and laughed boldly.
Jian Bing and Chen Zikun looked at each other, and they both realized that this Bing'er was simply a smaller version of Jian Bing.
Her figure and appearance couldn't be said to be carved from the same mold, at least she looked like a sister from the same mother, but her temperament was different.
A little bit.
"My sister is so beautiful, come here, take it, this is a gift from my sister-in-law."
Jian Bing took out a brocade box from his bag and handed it over, but Bing'er didn't dare to take it and looked at Li Yaoting with timid eyes.
Li Yaoting took away the cigar, blew out a puff of smoke and said, "Take it as you are told.
My sister-in-law is not an outsider."
Bing'er took the brocade box, opened it, and was stunned: "How can it be so good-looking?"
The box contains a finely crafted platinum and crystal headpiece, which Jian Bing bought in Vienna.
The workmanship and materials are very exquisite, but it is not very valuable.
Bing'er's exclamation showed her timidity.
At least she had never seen much of the world.
Jian Bing smiled, feeling deeply that she had chosen the right gift.
"Let's go, the reception banquet has been prepared, and we are waiting for the protagonist."
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Li Yaoting waved his hand, and someone had already come forward to reward the servant, took the luggage, and the group got into the car and headed straight for the French Concession
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