After writing three full pieces of letter, Lin Wenjing wrote another envelope, sealed it with paste, thought for a moment and kissed the envelope gently, and then called her younger brother Wenlong in.
"Take this letter to the post office and send it by express mail.
This is one yuan, and the rest will be used as pocket money for you."
Wenlong said happily: "That's great, sister.
It would be great if you could send a letter to your brother-in-law every day."
Lin Wenjing feigned anger and said, "Brother-in-law, I'll beat you if you talk nonsense again.
Go quickly."
Wenlong skipped away, and Lin Wenjing held her cheeks and thought deeply.
This letter must first be taken to Tianjin by train, then taken by sea ship to Shanghai, then forwarded by the Shanghai Post Office, and then transported to Jiangdong via inland waterway.
It took a long time to reach Chen Zikun.
In my hand, no, there is a war going on in Dagukou right now.
The mail ship may be delayed for a while.
War is really not a good thing.
A few days later, on the morning of March 18th, Lin Wenjing changed into a long indane cloth dress and a white scarf, and drove to Dong Wenchang Hutong in a foreign car, where her classmates had already gathered and were waiting. , the enthusiastic faces make people feel excited.
When the people are almost here, the team is about to set off.
Myolie has been responsible for the board and lodging of the student apartment.
She saw Lin Wenjing in the crowd and hurriedly stepped forward to grab her: "Ms.
Lin, you should go too."
"Yes, Sister Xing'er, I'm with them."
Lin Wenjing said, touching the head of the baby in Xing'er's arms.
Myolie said worriedly: "Is it reasonable to reason with the officials?
They are both cavalry and machine gun men.
What will you do when the time comes to attack you with guns?"
Lin Wenjing replied happily: "No, Sister Xing'er, it's not the Qing Dynasty anymore, the government also respects human rights."
Han Letian held two small flags and shouted at the door: "Lin Wenjing, leave quickly."
"Okay, I won't tell you anymore.
I'm leaving.
See you in the evening."
Lin Wenjing walked quickly to the door, took a small flag, and followed the students on the street.
The baby in her arms started to cry, and Xing'er quickly coaxed her: "Don't make trouble, little boy, be good.
Alas, this war is in chaos, why bother?"
Tens of thousands of students gathered in the Screened Gate Square with loud voices and slogans flying.
Someone was speaking in front with a loudspeaker.
Han Letian explained to Lin Wenjing: "That person's name is Xu Qian.
He is the president of China-Russia University and a member of the Kuomintang Party.
Representatives of the Central Executive Committee, leaders of the Beijing Party Headquarters, and the young man named Chen Qiaonian, who is the son of Chen Duxiu.
As you know, Chen Duxiu is one of the founders of the Communist Party."
Lin Wenjing blinked: "Teacher Han, you know so much."
Han Letian said: "Don't always call me Teacher Han.
I am about the same age as you.
Besides, I am also a student of Peking University now.
We are the same."
Lin Wenjing said: "Okay Teacher Han, I won't call you Teacher Han from now on, so are you the Communist Party or the Kuomintang?"
"Guess what" "I guess it's the Communists."
"Oh, why do you say that?"
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"Because the Communist Party is more radical and imported.
In other words, it is more fashionable."
Lin Wenjing said.
Han Letian smiled: "Lin Wenjing, even though you don't talk much, you always hit the point when you say it.
In fact, I have joined both parties, and I am a double revolutionary."
Lin Wenjing pursed her lips and smiled: "Teacher Han is Teacher Han."
Han Le was scratching his head and scratching his head as the weather deteriorated.
Leaders from all walks of life took turns to speak, impassioned and tear-jerking.
The National Assembly finally reached a resolution: telegraphing the whole country to unanimously oppose the Eight-Nation Ultimatum, expelling the Eight-Nation Ministers, abolishing all unequal treaties, withdrawing foreign warships, and telegraphing the National Army to fight against imperialist aggression.
After the conference, the parade was led by Li Dazhao, the leader of the Northern District Committee of the Communist Party, and passed through Chang'an Street, Dongdan Archway, Mishi Street, and Dongsi Archway.
When they arrived at their destination, the provisional government of Tieshizi Hutong asked to meet Duan Qi.
Rui.
In front of the gate of the ruling government, there were many guards.
Hundreds of guardsmen armed with rifles were standing ready, standing firm in the face of the students' roars.
There was a lot of noise outside, but everything was calm inside the ruling government.
Duan Qirui and the national Go player Wu Qingyuan were playing chess, and they were oblivious to the world's affairs.
The adjutant came to report many times that the students were making trouble outside.
"These bandit students," Duan Qirui said angrily, making a move.
Wu Qingyuan smiled calmly and said: "I accept the concession."
He took a step forward and began to lift.
Duan Qirui regretted greatly: "I made a bad move."
Outside, the crowd of students was surging, and there were signs of an attack on the ruling government.
The military and police officers were sweating nervously.
They had all heard of the heroic deeds of the students who burned down Zhao's building, and knew that these young boys could do anything.
If the government was really burned down, the guards would have to shoot a few of the people in charge.
I don't know who shouted: "Shoot!"
He couldn't hear clearly under the roar of the crowd, but it was definitely an officer of our own army who gave the order.
The soldiers immediately picked up their rifles and fired.
There was a crowd in front of the ruling government.
People could be killed by firing a gun with their eyes closed.
Once the gunfire started, they couldn't control it.
Wait, the soldiers fired mechanically, ejecting the shells, loading the bullets, and firing again, as if they were shooting targets instead of people.
In an instant, the place in front of the ruling government turned into a hell of a Shura.
A large number of students fell down in large numbers, and flags and slogans were thrown all over the floor.
The people in the back row hurriedly retreated when they saw that the army actually opened fire.
Lin Wenjing and Han Letian were not at the front, but they were also in the first five rows.
Gunshots rang out, and the students in the front row fell to the ground one after another.
Their ears were deafening, and there were screams of terror.
The students dropped what they were doing.
Turning around and running away, Han Letian reacted quickly, pulled up Lin Wenjing and shouted: "Run" The next scene was like a slow-motion replay, which will remain in Lin Wenjing's memory forever.
A girl from Beijing Women's Normal University, just one step away from her, opened her arms as if she had been struck by lightning.
Staring at the sky with blank eyes, she fell to the ground with a pool of blood on her back.
Lin Wenjing wanted to pull her, but couldn't reach her.
"She's dead, leave it alone."
Han Letian shouted sharply.
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Lin Wenjing suddenly woke up and ran away.
People around her fell down one by one.
The gunshots were so sharp that she had no memory afterwards.
She only remembered her own violent heartbeat and Han Letian's constant urging: "Run, run."
Suddenly, Lin Wenjing felt a burn on her back and didn't know anything else.
In the haziness, she seemed to hear someone talking.
She tried to open her eyes and saw an old man in a robe and mandarin jacket standing in a pool of blood.
He was crying and knelt down.
The adjutant in military uniform tried to help him, but was thrown away forcefully. .
My mind was groggy, and the scene in front of me was very blurry.
I could vaguely see the old man kneeling and offering incense, then walked away unsteadily.
The soldiers began to clean up the mess, putting the dead people together, and sending the injured ones away.
There was a scene in the hospital that made her tremble.
The soldiers skinned a female corpse until it looked like a white sheep.
Until decades later, Lin Wenjing still remembered the strong smell of blood in the air in front of the ruling government and the naked female corpse.
In the 15th year of the Republic of China, on March 18, students protesting peacefully in front of the ruling government were shot by the guards.
Forty-seven people were killed on the spot and more than 200 were injured.
After Duan Qirui learned about it, he rushed to the scene of the massacre.
I can't afford to kneel down for a long time.
I have a clear name for a lifetime, but it will be ruined in one day.
Ordered the murderer to be severely punished and the students to be subsidized.
The next day, the cabinet president resigned.
This was another murderous incident after May 30, which aroused great indignation among the people across the country, and revolutionary activities were surging everywhere.
In the capital of Jiangdong Province, it was drizzling like silk.
General Chen Zikun, the Military Supervisor, had been sitting in his study for a long time.
His servants were silent because the always good-tempered commander actually smashed an expensive Ming Dynasty vase.
Spread in front of Chen Zikun was Lin Wenjing's letter.
"Uncle, in a few days, I will go to the National Assembly.
You once warned me not to participate in political rallies because it is very dangerous.
I know you are doing it for my own good, but I thought that I am not now I am not a salesperson in Shanghai Xianshi Department Store, but a student of Peking University.
As an intellectual in this country, I have the obligation to shout for it.
Don’t worry, I will stand behind during meetings and parades.
It is safe and quiet.
For fifteen years March 15th.”
It has been several days since the March 18th massacre, and a large number of people died, mostly students from Beijing universities, both male and female.
The specific list has not yet been released.
Could it be that the last farewell was actually an eternal farewell?
Chen Zikun felt a sharp pain in his heart, and someone knocked on the door.
"Go away" was the low reply.
The door was pushed open.
Chen Zikun picked up the inkstone and wanted to smash it.
When he saw Yao Yilei coming in with her child in her arms, he hurriedly put the letter into the drawer and said, "Why are you here?"
"Our commander smashed the table and the bench in front of him, causing panic.
Why can't I come and take a look."
Yao Yilei walked forward with Yan'er in her arms, sat down and teased the child: "Yan'er, give daddy a smile. " The baby actually started to smile, and the innocent smile made Chen Zikun's sadness a little less.
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"Are you angry about March 18th?"
Yao Yilei asked.
"Yes, the ruling government went too far and slaughtered the students like animals.
You must know that they were all college students.
In ancient times, they were all Jinshi, and they were among the best.
In the eighth year of the Republic of China, we burned the Zhaojia Tower.
At that time, the military and police did not dare to do anything to the students.
Six years later, they actually shot and killed them.
It is really intolerable."
Yao Yilei curled her lips: "That's nothing.
At the end of the Qing Dynasty, Wang Zhaoming was pardoned for assassinating the regent.
During the Republic of China, students who were willing to be peaceful were shot.
I think in a few years, it will be time to shoot students with machine guns.
What a world. , it’s getting more and more downwind.”
Chen Zikun let out a long sigh, turned his hands behind his back and looked out the window.
It was cold in spring, drizzling, and there was a faint sound of shouting.
"Report to the commander" was the voice of the adjutant chief Zhao Yufeng.
"speak" "Thousands of students from Kodong University, Kodong Normal College, as well as postal schools and commercial schools came to demonstrate in front of our Supervisory Office."
"What kind of slogans are they using?"
"Mourning for March 18th, abolition of unequal treaties, and" "what else" "Down with the warlord."
Chen Zikun sneered: "This is a pretext, and it's directed at me.
Okay, I'll go meet the students."
Yao Yilei stood up in a hurry: "Zi Kun, you have to be careful.
At this juncture, if something goes wrong, it will be a serious matter.
Don't act recklessly."
Chen Zikun touched his daughter's tender face and said with a smile: "Don't worry, when I burned Zhao's building, these kids were still playing in the mud."
Yao Yilei nodded: "Yes, be careful."
Chen Zikun walked to the door, returned to his desk, took out Lin Wenjing's letter from the drawer and placed it on his chest next to his heart.
An overwhelming shout came from the gate: "Down with the warlord, Chen Zikun goes to the field."
The guardsmen tried their best to stop the students from rushing into the office, but they did not dare to use force.
Instead, they were pushed around by the students and scolded: "If you have the ability, go to Dagukou and fight the foreign devils.
You will play tricks on us."
What a good guy?”
The soldiers complained endlessly and faced waves of attacks from the students.
Inside the gate, Li Changsheng said to Wang Degui: "Look, this is the result of habit.
Our commander held this student up as a literary star.
What happened?
People scolded me like crazy."
Wang Degui winked at him fiercely.
From the corner of his eye, Li Changsheng saw Chen Zikun striding towards him, and he quickly stood at attention with his chest raised.
Suddenly everything fell silent, because the ruler of Jiangdong Province, the 27-year-old Army General Chen Zikun, came out.
He faced the students calmly, catching the demonstrators by surprise.
Chen Zikun, dressed in military uniform, looked around the students and said proudly: "Where were you on May Fourth in 1919, and where were you on May 30 in 1925?"
There was still silence.
"I can tell you that on May 4th, I set fire to Cao Rulin's house in Zhaojialou, Beijing, and was arrested by the police and imprisoned; on May 30, I led my brothers from the anti-smoking law enforcement team, together with the British and Japanese Marines armed to the teeth faced each other, bayonets pressed to their chests."
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You could hear a pin drop.
"You patriotic students, where were you then?"
Chen Zikun looked around and asked sternly
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