Biography of Haiguo

Human bodies are also donated for organ transplantation or medical research. "

After a pause, he added as if mocking himself: "If possible, please help me get back the guqin from Baimu Caotang."

Another long silence.After a while, the old judge said with difficulty: "Don't worry, we can do all of this for you. Do you... have any other requirements?"

Shen Changhe smiled and shook his head: "Not anymore."

The old judge bowed solemnly to him, and then all the judges bent down and bowed deeply to him; at last, all the people present, including officials, officials and even guards, joined in this movement. ranks.From the beginning to the end, no one said even a word, only the drizzle fell into the cramped courtyard and fell into everyone's heart.

The day of the execution was April [-]th, which was the Ching Ming Festival according to the traditional calendar.

Shangjing, Zhengyangmen.

At about [-] o'clock in the morning, the tall gallows was erected, and the people came one after another—while the government announced the execution date of the death penalty, it also allowed the people to watch and witness the tragic end of the losers in the political struggle for the first time. .

At the same time, less than two streets away from the Meridian Gate, the venue for the President's speech was also in full swing.In order to avoid cold spots, the Presidential Office has mandated the apportionment of tasks, requiring each household to send one person to the scene to listen to the President's "teachings", otherwise not only the whole family will be sent to the bitter cold places in the Far East for labor reform (maybe they will never come back for the rest of their lives) ), and even neighbors will be hit.

Even so, the number of people who went to watch the execution ground was only a lot more than those who went to "listen to training".At three o'clock in the morning, the gate of the national prison slowly opened——

It was less than ten miles from the State Prison of the Supervisory Department to the Meridian Gate Execution Ground, and it would only take a quarter of an hour if it was driven by car; but this time the prison car was not a car or truck that is commonly used, but a horse-drawn carriage.The carriage moved very slowly, and the guards on both sides looked solemn. In the iron cage behind the carriage, sat a man who, although his face was slightly pale, could be said to be overwhelming.

——After the first spring rain, the weather has warmed up.He was dressed in plain white sin clothes, with heavy black shackles locked between his hands and feet, but his expression was leisurely and peaceful, as if this trip was not to die, but to participate in a banquet of wine and poetry.On both sides of the road, people had been waiting patiently since morning until now without making any loud noises. When they saw the people in the prison van, they suddenly became agitated:

"General Shen!"

"Sir Shen!"

"Mr. Shen..."

Whether these calls are from men or women, young or old, they may not be very loud, but they come from all directions, spread to the distant valleys, and finally echo into a boundless sound. fill.Where the prison car passed by, people tacitly put the white cloth that had been prepared in advance on their bodies, tied a white cloth on their foreheads, and knelt down toward his back in unison——

The mountains and rivers of the motherland, the living beings and the people, see you off!

Not far away, in the motorcade of the presidential palace surrounded by flowers, Duan Yan suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation.He subconsciously clutched his chest and opened the window, just in time to see this weird scene that was almost absurd:

As far as the eye can see, the city is full of plains, and the huge crowd melts into a dead gray...

Duan Yan's face was extremely gloomy, and the hands on his knees were trembling slightly.For a moment, he instinctively felt afraid, but soon this instinct was dismissed as an illusion by him.Gathering his mind, he closed the car window, sank his back stiffly into the soft backrest, and closed his eyes.

After an unknown period of time, the prison car finally reached the end of the road.In the silent world, it seemed that there was only the sound of the iron chains dragging on the ground. Slowly, this monotonous and harsh sound was gradually mixed with some inaudible sobs.Shen Changhe dragged the long chains slowly up the steps, the judges who had been waiting on the execution platform nodded to him, and began to read the procedure.

After the reading was finished, the leading old judge put the document back on the table with a solemn expression, and said, "It's a quarter past noon, and there is still a quarter of an hour. Shen Changhe, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Shen Changhe lowered his eyes to look at the guqin in front of him, chuckled lightly, lifted the iron chain on his wrist that was in the way and sat down on the wooden chair behind the piano.There was a slight sound of metal clashing, and it was he who raised his right hand: "Can I have a cigarette?"

Just as the supervisor wanted to clearly express his objection, he was stopped by the old judge.The latter did not answer directly, but walked around the desk and walked towards him, and personally lit a cigarette for him.Shen Changhe held the cigarette with two fingers of his right hand and put it into his thin and pale lips. Without looking up at him again, the slender index finger of his left hand was pressed on the strings of the piano, and there was a dragon chant, which burst out in an instant. !

Snowing.

Fine snow was flying between the silent and chilling world, and the long snow-white hair of the man on the execution platform fluttered with the breeze.He lowered his head slightly to the side, his slender and thick eyelashes outlined a coquettish and sharp arc beside the tall and steep bridge of the nose, holding the cigarette on his lips with one hand, and plucking the strings of the piano with the other hand , as if commanding thousands of troops to break through the siege and fight under the enemy's city; the curling white mist spewed from the lips turned into the beacon fire at the top of the city, and the increasingly fierce sound of iron chains clashing became The gold and iron horse on the bloody battlefield!

After an unknown period of time, the sound of the piano finally stopped.At this time, the bell at three o'clock in the afternoon had already sounded, and under the signal of the prison officer, a trace of grief flashed across the judge's solemn face, but his voice was unusually clear: "The time has come, execute immediately!"

"...Now, our great Qin country is rich, the people are strong, and the world is at peace. What is the attribute of this? It is due to the strong leadership of the Presidential Palace, it is due to our development of a way of governing the country that suits Qin's national conditions, and it is due to our great Qin. The people of the country!" Duan Yan continued his passionate speech on the rostrum.In the end, he concluded with a fixed sentence as usual: "Long live the people of Qin! Long live the United States of Qin!"

According to the usual practice, after he finished speaking, the people should respond with "resolutely support the President! Long live the Qin Dynasty!" The words—they were not released at all!

"Long live the people of Qin! Long live the United States of Qin!" Duan Yan frowned, and shouted again, but except for a few high-ranking officials around him who could hear him, all the people in the stands looked confused.He collected himself, and just when he was about to yell a third time, suddenly there was a huge deafening noise from the loudspeaker in the middle:

"Om-"

People covered their ears and squatted down in discomfort. Some of them even bled from their ears. Even the military police responsible for maintaining order were not spared.At this moment, another loud voice suddenly came from the loudspeaker:

"Down with the *tyrant* Duan Yan, freedom* belongs to the people! Kill* Emperor Duan, save General Shen!"

The people were stunned for a moment, and then there were several chirps of mosquitoes echoing from the crowd.Slowly, the echoing voices became louder and louder, and finally turned into an overwhelming torrent!The angry crowd broke through the defense line in front of the podium like a flood, and the scene was completely out of control!

Seeing that something was wrong, Duan Yan hurriedly retreated with his senior officials under the protection of his bodyguards.Before he left, he sent an urgent telegram to General Yue Chen who was in charge of maintaining order in Beijing, requesting him to send troops immediately to quell the chaos.Yue Chen called back immediately after receiving the telegram: "Can you shoot if necessary?"

"I need a fart, I'm going to stun all these rebels!"

It was a senior official next to Duan Yan who replied to him.Duan Yan himself listened to him hang up the phone cursingly with a cold face, but did not express any objection.After taking a sip of water to ease the anxiety in his heart, he ordered in a hoarse voice: "Go to the underground bunker immediately and bring Shen Changhe here too. You must live!"

Change the world ([-])

The noose was already wrapped around Shen Changhe's slender neck.

I could hear the sound of kneeling and begging for mercy around the execution ground. I don't know how many people were begging the judge for him, begging them to save his life.He heard the cries of the people, the long sigh of the judge, and the footsteps of the executioner coming towards him after shaking the bearings of the mechanism——

"Presidential decree! Stop the execution, stop the execution immediately!"

In the distance came the extremely rapid honking of a car, and someone was yelling these words repeatedly, as if they were afraid that the prison officer and judge would not hear them.The hood was quickly ripped off, and a dozen soldiers with live ammunition rushed over, took him off the gallows, and stuffed him into a car.

"What are you going to do to General Shen?" "Who the hell are you!" The people present were in a mess. Some even tried to snatch him back from the car, but they were shot in the head and blood spattered on the spot.Amidst the exclamation, the "kidnappers" started their cars and drove away.

Shen Changhe tried to raise his head to see who these people were, but he was beaten and pressed horizontally on the seat all the way, unable to move.Although the car was driving extremely fast, he could still clearly hear the noise of the crowd outside... and the occasional gunshots.

After an unknown amount of time, the car suddenly jolted and stopped immediately.Someone kicked the car door hard and yelled obscenities: "Fuck the fuck, a fucking flat tire at this juncture! Fuck!"

Not a flat tire at all.Since his head was pressed on the seat, Shen Changhe's eyes could only see a small area of ​​darkness under the front seat, but he could hear,