Chapter 147 Reincarnation

The cruise ship that rides the wind and waves continues to move forward, setting off waves of foam on the calm sea! Shanghai is already far away. The sunset was big and round, floating on the line of the sea. The blue sea was dyed red by the sunset. The seagulls swept over the stern of the boat low and chased the flying waves.

At this time, Zhang Feng stood on the bow deck of the Xijingwan. The closer he was to the motherland, the more excited he felt. China, this vast land, will become his frontier in the future, and he will create immortal achievements here.

"Zhang Feng, Fuyang County, Anhui Province, Chinese, volunteered to join the Huanghan Restoration Association, expelled the Manchus, restored China, seeking the liberation of the nation inside and the prosperity of the nation outside! Create the political axe of the nation, divine inspection!"

Two months ago, in a hotel in Yokohama, 658 students held a swearing-in ceremony in the banquet hall of the hotel. Zhang Feng and the participants stood up together, put their left hand on the text of the Central Plains, raised their right hand up, and sworn to join the restoration of the imperial Han Dynasty.

The mode of oath follows the way European and American countries testify in court, in order to strengthen the ambition of members to join the association.

"The country of the crown of music!"

In his heart, the night had come quietly. I don't know whether it was because of the night after the fading of the sunset, or because Zhang Feng was excited. A scorching blush appeared on his resolute face. It's as red as a blood flag!

"Let our generation bleed!"

His palms patted heavily on the railing of the ship, and Zhang Feng's expression showed a little resolation and absoluteness.

In Shanghai in spring, everyone can feel that it is beating with a strong pulse, which is a kind of vitality, especially in Pudong. Both the concession and Pudong are different from the banks of the Miao River where Zhang Feng has lived for 28 years. There are tall buildings that he has never seen before when he stayed in Japan. Shop, all kinds of foreign-style carriages on the street, and even some cars that are still rare in Japan.

Four years ago, when he boarded the commercial ship to the East Ocean when he passed through Shanghai, it was full of rice fields, and there were some foreign warehouses along the river in Pudong? He is so lively and so crowded and busy... And the one who made all this is "Mr. Crutches!" Thinking of the look of this peak, he is going to meet the long-lost Mr. Crutches today. In addition to publishing articles in the "Qizhi" magazine, Mr. Wand has another identity " "President of the Huanghan Restoration Association", this is the result of the election of the participants when he was absent.

"This Pudong is more and more like a big city!"

He was so amazed in his heart, but Zhang Feng walked forward along the flat sidewalk. Compared with the flat asphalt road, the red brick paved sidewalk is relatively "rathor", but thinking that this is a big city built by the Chinese themselves, how do you like this place.

"This is... traffic lights"

When the red light on the lamp stand at the intersection, a policeman stood in the middle of the road with a small flag and blew the whistle to prevent Zhang Feng from continuing to move forward. Although Pudong now seems to be far from the concession, it carries something that the concession does not have, just like this "traffic light".

Pudong's traffic lights are the first of Pudong. In Tokyo, some people even proposed in newspapers that such traffic lights should be introduced, as if Shanghai's concessions are considering adopting such traffic lights.

The reason why he slipped around Pudong before visiting the "Mr. Crutches" is that Zhang Feng hopes to explore that person from this "city" that is all managed by industrial companies.

Although there are many shops in Pudong, there are also many vacant shops. There are not as many pedestrians on the road as the concession, but they look very orderly, just like those policemen who blow whistles and hold flags. Zhang Feng even deliberately followed a few policemen with black and white batons. Those industrial policemen are Liu Kun, the former governor of Liangjiang. With a charter, the police did not see the domineering of the concession patrol, but seemed to walk step by step. Occasionally, when they passed a store, they hung a notebook on the wall of the store and signed their names.

"It looks like a big city, but this street has fallen into space, and there are not many people!"

Looking at the empty street, Zhang Feng couldn't help feeling a little pity, but looking at the construction sites on both sides of the street, he could understand that after all, everything here is a start-up and still needs a long time to develop.

"Let's go to Chen's house after lunch!"

In early spring, the sun was shining at noon, and the slightly cool spring breeze was warmed by the noon sun. Chen Moran fell there and wrote an article with a pen. Everyone would send an article signed "Mr. Cane" to Qizhi magazine. Now Mr. Cane has already entered the Qingzheng Axe. The blacklist is even far more famous than the name of "Zhongshan".

"In recent years, China's ambitious people have lamented the situation of the situation, worried about the broken mountains and rivers, afraid of the fall of the race, eager to be angry as friends, take advantage of the time to serve the country, and talk about the practice of peace... I once said, now it is China..."

When she stopped the pen and thought about how to polish it, a maid came over and bowed gently.

"Mr., someone is looking for you!"

Hand over a letter with both hands. After opening the letter, he saw the familiar three-color pattern, and then he looked at the content of the letter. It was introduced by New Yongjian. Although the Restoration Association will introduce a few people or dozens of people to Huangpu Sports School every one or two months, there are really not many people who can introduce New Yongjian to see him.

After all, the identity of the "crutch" of the outside world is confidential.

"Please invite him to come over!"

A few minutes later, the maid led a young man nearly 30 years old to the garden. Later, with a thick beard on her upper lip and a suitcase in her hand, with a little fatigue on her face, but her eyes looked deep and firm.

"You are Mr. Cane!"

Zhang Feng, who put down his suitcase, bowed gently and then introduced himself.

"My name is Zhang Feng, from Fuyang County, Anhui Province. I graduated from the Department of Law of Tokyo Imperial University. It is..."

"Yongjian wrote it clearly in the letter. Welcome! Comrades!"

Before he finished introducing himself, Chen Moran stretched out his right hand and shook hands with the visitor tightly, and enthusiastically asked him to sit down.

"Please, please sit down!"

For almost every person introduced by New Yongjian and others to meet him, Chen Moran is very polite. They are a group of real hot-blooded young people, and what about themselves? Apart from respect, there is nothing you can give them.

After sitting in the garden, the two talked at first sight.

"Sir, I'm really happy to see you. As early as the first edition of Jiangchuan Night Talk last year, I had read Mr.'s masterpiece. Sir can be said to wake up the dreamer in a word, and I'm ashamed!"

He lowered his head gently, but Zhang Feng showed some shame.

"A year ago, I was in the battle for royalism, just because I was afraid of the flame of the revolution. At least I was still ashamed. With the body of a dignified Han, I was willing to protect the court of captives..."

When Zhang Feng spoke, Chen Moran just smiled and said nothing. His "Mr. Crutches" may not have other achievements, but there is one achievement, which is to disturb the situation of revolution and protection. Not all Chinese people agree with the revolution. On the contrary, many people are vigilant and skeptical of the revolution, but they The angry situation was powerless. In the end, some of them chose the revolution, while others chose to protect the emperor, and some chose to be neutral.

And he, Mr. Cane, did not mention revolution at all, nor did he mention royalism. All the sins of the Qing Dynasty were attributed to the "unification of aliens". He did not mention the progress of the republic or the barbarism of the imperial system, but only mentioned the restoration of the nation. As for the future of the nation, no one can be the master. Kang Youwei is the emperor of the alien race. No, the revolutionary party can't either. The minority has no right to decide the fate of the majority and the future of this country.

"... According to the restoration of the nation, all citizens of China can decide the fate of China!"

This is exactly the "argument" that Chen Moran used to attract people. When Zhang Feng spoke, Chen Moran just took out a cigarette from the copper-colored cigarette box. After being refused, he clicked one by himself.

The two talked from time to time, from the formality at the beginning to the openness later, from the current situation to the nation, and finally talked back to Chen Moran's attractive words.

When Zhang Feng mentioned those stories or anecdotes related to justice, Chen Moran sat there in a daze and fell into meditation. The smoke had burned out without being noticed.

"Justice is the last line of defense for social fairness and justice!"

If Chen Moran's biggest emotion in those 20 years is what, in terms of judicial justice, the balance has never been fair, and it is always left and right from the left to the right of money and power.

What judicial justice is the last line of defense of social justice, and what judicial injustice is social injustice. I have seen it and almost experienced it myself. When Zhang Feng talked about the judicial darkness of the Qingzheng axe from the small cabbage case and the comparison of the relative justice of the judiciary in Europe and the United States, Chen Moran couldn't help sighing.

"Not to mention now, a hundred years later, how difficult it is to achieve judicial justice!"

This sigh is more or less powerless. Even for Chen Moran, the fair and just society of justice is simply an unattainable "ideal" to some extent. Social reality is cruel.

That kind of cruel social reality will always shatter the dream of the idealist. If you can't stand my worst side, you can't see my best side. Whenever you face these realities, Chen Moran will always comfort yourself like this.

"Sir, even if it's difficult, you have to do it! Just like this restoration nation, no matter how difficult and how much blood is shed, someone always has to do it! If it is good, there will be no change. Judicial justice is the same. It can even be said that if the nation is restored, there is still no justice and justice, so what is the difference between national restoration and alien slavery? It's just a different master!"

At this time, Zhang Feng showed a little excitement in the plain.

"As you once said, the history of China is not so much history as a bloody reincarnation history that changes its name every few decades. The oppression of the emperors, princes and ministers who have changed their names, and the name of Li Min, who is as small as an ant, prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer, China has no history. Only the rise and fall of the dynasty, the reincarnation of thousands of years, in the final analysis, is still the imbalance of social justice, but the imbalance of social justice is caused by the imbalance of judicial justice! ...If the future is not changed, even if the national regime is established, dozens of years later, a hundred years later, there may be another bloody land!"

Zhang Feng's warning only made Chen Moran, who was originally silent, feel a chill rushing through his back spine.

The cycle of reincarnation he said was an article published by Chen Moran in Qizhi magazine. Thousands of years of years of history repeated a terrible cycle law: new officials or rich people began to oppress and exploit the Chinese people under the support of the state machine of the political axe. At first, the Chinese people would be pressed like a spring. Unresistantly submissive, and this kind of submissive weak surname has led to officials or rich people under the support of the political axe to become unscrupulous and impose more violent and cruel oppression and exploitation on the Chinese people, until the degree of oppression and exploitation gradually approaches and touches the survival bottom line of the Chinese people. Spring Pressed to the critical point of rebound or breaking.

It was not until the Chinese people were forced to the irrepable juncture of life and death that they finally forced the Chinese people to burst out all the suppressed anger in the process of oppression and exploitation. So far, a huge disaster began with the release of accumulated energy, and a large number of people will be This fierce wave of war swept away life, which is said to be bloody wind and corpses everywhere.

This is a helpless and unavoidable reality, and who can do anything about this kind of reincarnation?

"Justice, since Mr. A few years ago talked about this amazing bloody reincarnation, I have turned over the history books. The reasons for the destruction of the righteousness and the dynasty mentioned in the book are all due to social injustice. It is the injustice of society that led to the peasant uprising and the destruction of the dynasty. And what makes social injustice is precisely the injustice of justice.

Zhang Feng's sigh was exchanged for Chen Moran's silence. He held a cigarette in silence, but allowed the cigarette to burn between his fingers. Finally, until the cigarette burned to his fingers, when the burning pain woke Chen Moran from meditation, he sighed and looked at Zhang Feng seriously.

"Maybe... Maybe in the future, when we restore this nation, we will have the opportunity to change everything!"

Is a question that is still confusing a hundred years later only caused by judicial injustice? Chen Moran doesn't believe that the answer is so simple, but what is the answer? Who knows?

"Now for us, there is nothing more important than the restoration of the nation, Tianqin, what do you think?"

(to be continued)