Three thousand Mauser guns

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In the fifth year of the Republic of China, "Youth Magazine" was renamed "New Youth", and the editorial department moved to Beijing the following year.During this period, the proposal of "Suggestions on Literary Reform" set off a wave of literary revolution.A group of advanced intellectuals vigorously advocated the use of vernacular instead of classical Chinese.

On November [-], the sixth year of the Republic of China, the October Revolution was victorious, and Marxism became a possibility, bringing a glimmer of hope to the country.The speech "The Victory of the Common People" deeply promoted the thought of Marxism.

Zhu Sinan and Li Song seized the opportunity, studied Marxism in depth, and saw another world.Both of them believed that what Marxism was inherently feasible, both believed that it made sense.Soon the two changed positions and headed for Beijing with all their belongings.

Riding on the ride of the times, Dongfeng became the hottest name in the Beijing literary world for a while.And Zhu Sinan and Li Song, who were hiding behind Dongfeng's pseudonym, were standing side by side.

"Sinan, rest, stop writing." Li Song put the blanket in his hand over Simon Zhu, "It's time to rest."

Zhu Sinan continued to write quickly with a pen in his hand, without raising his head: "Let me write a few more sentences. Don't you say that the newspaper has been a little tight lately? I'm afraid the editor-in-chief will make things difficult for you."

"If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't tell you about it. I thought you would be able to catch your breath recently." Li Song said, "I shouldn't have let you take this job."

"It's okay." Zhu Sinan finished writing the last word and put down the pen in his hand, "There are more pure translation work. I like it to send more excellent ideas and culture to the country. I read the original version a while ago. "Das Kapital", thinking that if I have the time, I will translate it..."

Li Song watched Zhu Sinan dance with excitement, and after a moment of silence, he put a letter in front of Zhu Sinan: "Sibei asked me, and he asked me to..."

"I told you not to tie me up," Zhu Sinan sneered, "Sibei always thought that it was because of you that I stayed in the country and refused to go back. It's ridiculous."

Under the dim light, Li Song's face was a little dark, his eyes drooped for a while, and he let out a long sigh, as if something was blocked in his heart.He pushed the letter in front of Zhu Sinan, motioning him to open it.

"This is the introduction letter that Si Bei asked me to give you. He said that it is not impossible to stay in China, but you can no longer provide manuscripts for any magazine."

Zhu Sinan didn't even think about it, and tore up the job introduction letter in front of Li Song: "Li Song, Dongfeng's death was not an accident. The reason why Sibei didn't want me to continue writing was because he was afraid that I would step into his However, if even we can’t write deafening words, who can save the people who are still living in ignorance at this moment? I’m just a weak scholar, I can’t afford a Mauser, I can’t kill the invaders, I just have a A pen, and some knowledge. Rather than surviving, I would rather put what I have in its domain and shine."

Young and talented, with high ambition in his life.Others carry a sword, but I have a pen like a knife.

Li Song watched in astonishment as Zhu Sinan tore up the letter neatly. Zhu Sibei's behavior really annoyed Zhu Sinan.In the past, no matter what Zhu Sibei said, he always followed suit, but today he resisted.

"Also, I have an immature idea."

Zhu Sinan's attitude changed very quickly, and he suddenly changed his tone, approaching Li Song's ear, blowing the itchy wind.In this modest apartment, Li Song's heart itch.

"I'll tell you when the country is peaceful and the people are safe." Zhu Sinan left some suspense, and then looked at Li Song with a smile.He usually combed his hair to prevent his eyes from being covered when writing, but he didn't know when a few bits and pieces of hair fell down. The night was blurred, adding a bit of laziness.

Li Song was taken aback by Zhu Sinan's small thoughts, and after a while he came back to it, smiled and punched Zhu Sinan in the chest.

He and Li Song were at the table, discussing the manuscript translated today for a while.Zhu Simon's translations are sometimes half-literal and half-white, which is left over from the implementation of the vernacular.At the beginning, he was not used to writing and translating in pure vernacular, but he gradually changed, but he would still say a sentence or two like this from time to time.Zhu Sinan is strict with himself, thinking that his writing is not rigorous.Therefore, Li Song would always spare a little more time to help Sinan Zhu check out the problems in the manuscript.

After the discussion was completed, Zhu Sinan put today's translated manuscript into Li Song's hands and asked him to hand it over to the newspaper office when he went out tomorrow, so that he could take a good rest for a day.

"I want to eat the candied haws at the entrance of the newspaper office." Zhu Sinan blinked at Li Song, "Remember to bring one when you come back."

Li Song tidied up the manuscript: "Okay, tell me what you want to eat, Brother Song will buy it for you tomorrow."

Maybe it was because he was too tired, but as soon as he finished his work, Zhu Sinan collapsed on the bed, without taking off his clothes, with his eyes closed, he grabbed the quilt under him indiscriminately, turned over, and rolled himself into a ball.Li Song pulled out the other half of the quilt under Zhu Sinan, tucked up the corners of the quilt for Zhu Sinan, turned around and quietly walked out of the room.

The next day.

It snowed all night in Beijing, but it stopped in the early morning, so the wind seemed to be a little bit bit colder.In this kind of weather, there are not many cars on the road, and there are very few, even the number of rickshaws is much less than before.Li Song carried Zhu Sinan's manuscript, wrapped his cashmere coat tightly, and walked towards the newspaper office with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

When Li Song pushed open the door of the newspaper office with chills all over his body, he just happened to catch up with the editor-in-chief of the newspaper office coming down the stairs.Li Song stomped his feet, shook off all the snow on his shoes, and walked up to the editor-in-chief.

"Dongfeng?" The editor-in-chief glanced at the time and said to Li Song, "Why did you come so early today? The newspaper office hasn't officially started work yet."

Li Song took out the manuscript from his bag, and replied with a smile: "The man at home wants to eat the candied haws at the gate of the newspaper office, and I want to take them back early for him to taste."

The editor-in-chief showed a meaningful expression: "Oh, so you just dropped by to deliver the manuscript? Seriously, you may be running out today. At this point, that candied haws hasn't come out yet, and maybe it won't come out today."

"Wait a little longer." Li Song and the editor-in-chief chatted while going upstairs, "The guy at home has a tricky mouth, and it's rare that there is something he likes to eat. He wants it, so it doesn't hurt to wait a little longer."

"It's a pity," the editor-in-chief walked to the empty seat opposite Li Song and sat down, "When I first saw you, I thought you were single, and wanted to introduce my younger sister to you."

"We pedestrians do things well, and we really can't bear to delay the children of good people." Li Song also sat in his seat, face to face with the editor-in-chief, "It's impossible to say that an article will offend someone one day, and it won't matter if your head falls to the ground. Know."

"When you came here, I didn't really want you to write current affairs articles. This is a terrible job." The editor-in-chief paused, and then said, "It is said that disasters come from the mouth. If it is really because of the public opinion caused by one of your articles They won't keep you if you don't benefit from any party. Although you use a pseudonym, it will be a matter of time before you are found."

"Dongfeng, only by living can you do what you want to do."

Li Song took out a cigar from his pocket, picked up the tool on the table to preheat it, and lit it silently.A cloud of smoke first obscured his vision and then drifted away.The smell of tobacco slowly rose in his mouth, mixed with some other grassy smells, which made him clearer at the moment.

"Fortunately."

Li Song said.

"At least Dongfeng is me now."

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Young and talented, I have a high ambition in my life, while others carry swords, I have a pen like a knife.

Wang Zhu's "Prodigy Poems"