Literary Heroes of the Republic of China

On August 1937, 8, the Japanese army launched a large-scale attack on Shanghai in an attempt to occupy Shanghai.

Shanghai has become a battlefield, only the concession has not yet fallen.

After turning 50, Wei Ting felt that his body was not as good as before, and recently there were many problems.

In the morning, he got up early as usual, and then he felt extremely bitter in his mouth, and his head was still aching.

Headaches were already his old problem. Wei Ting rubbed his temples and got up from the bed. After a simple wash, he came to his school.

As a result, as soon as he arrived at the school gate, he saw his favorite student squatting sobbing at the school gate, and beside him stood a middle-aged man with a numb face.

Wei Ting's student is Zhou Yan, who looks a little old, but he is only 20 years old, and he looks like he is already in his 30s.

At the beginning, Wei Ting noticed him because of his appearance, and then he found that he studied very hard and his personality was also resolute.

Wei Ting thought of the past, when he lived in the school, he couldn't sleep at night, he couldn't sleep all night, and every morning at four or five o'clock when he looked out, he could see Zhou Yan in the school's gazebo Reading a book is still the same even in the twelfth lunar month of winter, but there is an extra oil lamp by my side.

But now, this young man is crying like a child.

"What's wrong?" Wei Ting asked.

Zhou Yan froze for a moment before looking up at Wei Ting.

He stood up slowly, and suddenly knelt down towards Wei Ting again with a "plop".

His knee hit the bluestone slab, and there was a "bang", followed by his cry: "Principal..."

Zhou Yan lay at Wei Ting's feet, weeping uncontrollably.

Wei Ting frowned, and quickly helped him up: "What happened to you?"

"Principal..." Zhou Yan cried louder: "Principal, my mother, my brothers and sisters are all gone..."

Zhou Yan is a native of Shanghai. His father can write and count, and works as a shopkeeper in a silk shop. His mother can embroider and can also subsidize the family. is the largest.

Their family has been living well, but the Japanese army occupied Shanghai.

The price of rice has skyrocketed, the current situation is chaotic, parents have cut off their income, and there is no food at home... Zhou Yan's two younger sisters wanted to make money to support their family, but they were deceived and sent to the Japanese army to ruin them.

The sisters disappeared, and Zhou Yan's younger brother asked his classmates to look for them, but was stabbed to death by the Japanese while being pushed.

His two younger sisters were taken home, but the next day, they left home and died together with the traitor who cheated them.

His mother couldn't take the blow and hung herself from the beam by a rope.

After hearing this, Wei Ting was in a daze.

He thought of the dead bodies he saw on the side of the road, the sound of gunfire day and night, and the fewer and fewer students in the school.

On the boundary line between the concession and the outside, there were many people dragging their children and children to seek a way of life, but after entering, some people still starved to death, and then they would be thrown out.

Wei Ting lived in Shanghai for many years, and saw many people die from the plague, and also saw many people die from fires, and people died of starvation on the roadside every year.

But in no year, so many people died.

The stench of corpses hung in the air, and his compatriots were still in dire straits.

"Principal, I want to join the army." Zhou Yan said, "I can't stay in school anymore."

Zhou Yan has read books for so many years and learned so much knowledge, so he should play his role in a more important place instead of joining the army... Wei Ting wanted to say a word of consolation, but he couldn't say a word .

"Principal, please let my father stay in the school." Zhou Yan kowtowed again.Outside the concession, it was already the territory of the Japanese. If his father could not stay in the school, he would die sooner or later.

"I'm going to fight, you stay in school!" Zhou Yan's father, the middle-aged man who was not angry all over his body, became ferocious, with piercing hatred in his eyes.

"At your age, people don't want it." Wei Ting said to Zhou's father, then looked at Zhou Yan: "You can do whatever you want, your father can stay here."

"Thank you, principal." Zhou Yan kowtowed again, but Zhou's father's eyes were already red, but he didn't say a word, but the hatred in his eyes was deeper, and there was a sense of determination.

Wei Ting said to Zhou's father: "Sir, let's talk, tell me about the situation outside.

Father Zhou agreed, and Wei Ting led him to walk not far away.

He didn't ask Father Zhou about the situation outside, but said, "You want to fight your enemies?"

Father Zhou froze.

Wei Ting knew that he must have guessed correctly, when he heard the news of his daughter's death, he also wanted to tear that bastard into pieces and fight him desperately.

No matter how much his daughter doesn't like him, she's still his daughter, his baby.

Because of his negligence, the child was brought up by his parents to be an old school lady. Her feet were bound at a young age, she never laughed happily, she couldn't run against the sun, and she was imprisoned in the boudoir all her life... That's all, under the arrangement of his father, he married an inhumane person, married a bastard who blatantly brought a brothel girl home when she was pregnant with a child, and was targeted by that bastard lover.

His daughter, who hadn't lived a happy day and seen the vast world outside, had already died twice.

He has always hated himself, hated himself for not insisting on messing up this marriage.

If he had known that this would happen...even if his daughter rejected him no matter how much he wanted to marry, he would not let her marry that bastard.

Wei Ting looked at Father Zhou, as if seeing his former self.

However, they always want to live: "I have a lot of things to do here, so follow me first."

Wei Ting went to find Jiang Fengming.

They are all mixed in Shanghai, and he is somewhat famous. Although he is not familiar with Jiang Fengming, he does know him.

Jiang Fengming had already sent his wife and children to Hong Kong, but he still stayed in Shanghai with a group of brothers. When he saw Wei Ting, he smiled sullenly, and the scar on his left face became more obvious: "Why does Principal Wei have a son?" Empty to find me?"

"I want to buy food." Wei Ting said.

"Principal Wei has stored a lot of food, should it be enough?" Jiang Fengming squinted his eyes at Wei Ting.

"My students all have relatives and friends, we can't let those people stay outside," Wei Ting said.

Jiang Fengming laughed "hehe" twice, and took a puff of cigarette: "I have some food, but you know the current price."

"I know." Wei Ting said.

His parents passed away a few years ago, and he was alone, so he sold the family property. Although it cost a little to build the school, he still had a lot on hand, and he was able to buy a lot of food and saved many lives.

The Japanese army has occupied Shanghai and surrounded the concession. The once prosperous concession has now become an isolated island.

On this isolated island, prices are soaring, and many people can't even afford food, but even so, this is still a paradise that people outside the island yearn for.

Countless people are scrambling to escape to the concession.

But there are also regulations on the concession side. If there are no relatives here, they are not allowed to come.

When Wei Ting had food, he asked his students to bring a lot of people in the name of relatives and let them live in the school.

His university is where he has devoted his whole life.Before, he couldn't see anything untidy in his university, but now...

The classroom was full of men and women in ragged clothes. When there was no more room, he took the initiative to have the desks and chairs dismantled, and built sheds next to the walls of the classroom to shelter people from the wind and rain.

The sound of guns and guns outside is still ringing, and this school that was once used to educate top talents has now become a refuge for ordinary people.

However, no matter how economical they are, there is still not enough food.

Wei Ting went to Jiang Fengming again.

Jiang Fengming was still smoking opium, and the tired look on his face became more serious.

Wei Ting knew the reason. These days, the Japanese side has been persecuting Jiang Fengming, but Jiang Fengming gritted his teeth and refused to join the enemy.

Jiang Fengming is not a good person. A few years ago, half of the opium in Shanghai passed through his hands.

But at the same time, in the past few years, Jiang Fengming donated a lot of food to the anti-Japanese team.

"Are you asking for food again?" Jiang Fengming blew out a smoke ring: "I'm out of food now!"

Wei Ting said: "Then there is no other way?"

"There is a way, but do you have money? The food over there is not cheap!"

Wei Ting said, "I have some land in my hands."

"Your land is covered with the school's land?" Jiang Fengming sneered: "Principal Wei, what idiot is willing to exchange grain for land! And your land, hehe...so many people live on it, What is the use of such land?"

Wei Ting was speechless for a moment.

Jiang Fengming said: "However, if you mortgage the land with me, I can lend you some money at a rate of five cents a month."

Wei Ting hadn't smiled for a long time, but now he smiled: "Okay." There are still fools in this world.

When Wei Ting got the food back, his students brought back some common people.

Those people were full of panic, and they were all skinny. After hearing Wei Ting's introduction, they immediately knelt down towards Wei Ting.

"Get up, build a room to sleep, and live well," Wei Ting said.

Seeing Wei Ting's gray hair, old suit, and wrinkled face, those people couldn't help crying.

Wei Ting actually doesn't really want to know the outside world, but he still knows a lot inevitably.

The place occupied by the Japanese army has already become a purgatory.

Wei Ting looked at the school he had fought for for many years, with extremely complicated emotions.

He used to want this school to train many elites for him to help the world and save the country, but now he only hopes that his compatriots will die less, and hope that those children will not be under fire before they have seen the world annihilation.

As night came, porridge was cooked again in the school.

Wei Ting sat with the common people, drinking porridge mixed with rice bran.

The person who distributed the porridge saw him, and scooped up a spoonful of rice grains from the bottom. Wei Ting glanced at the person, took the porridge and poured a third of it to a little boy next to him who was looking at him with black eyes. girl.

"Principal Wei has become like this?" A strange voice sounded, Wei Ting turned his head and saw Huo Ying.

Wei Ting didn't have much contact with Huo Ying, but he knew him... He didn't know that his friend was the third young master of the Huo family until after Fu Yun'an died.

He has experienced many twists and turns in opening this university. At the beginning, because he had no money, the university could not be run. At that time, he was so anxious that he went to many people and begged his grandpa to sue his grandma for money. But none of those people agreed.

Among them was Huo Ershao.

Later, he remembered that Fu Yun'an was rich, so he went to find Fu Yun'an, and got a lot of money, and his school was finally built after many years of tossing around.

After the school was completed, he also gave Fu Yun'an an honorary professorship.

Fu Yun'an was quite happy at that time, saying that he could find some teachers for him, but in the end...

When Jiang Xinchun passed away and Jiang Fengming hadn't risen, Shanghai fell into the hands of that pro-Japanese bastard. He warned Huo Ershao, and mistakenly thought that Fu Yunan and Huo Ershao were lovers, so he sent someone to shoot Fu Yunan.

Fu Yun'an died of a wound infection, and later Jiang Fengming was able to take revenge, and Huo Ershao also helped him.

That person might not have thought of it, he thought it would be okay to kill him casually

Time flies, Fu Yun'an... has been dead for more than ten years, and he is also old.

Wei Ting drank the porridge in the bowl in one gulp, patted his clothes and stood up: "Why is Second Young Master coming here when you have time?"

Huo Ying looked at Wei Ting and said, "I'm leaving."

Huo Ying invited Wei Ting to have a meal.

Wei Ting spent a lot of effort, but couldn't get any food, but Huo Ying asked someone to clean up a table of dishes for him to eat.

Wei Ting devoured his food voraciously, turning a blind eye to the vegetable soup on his beard.

Huo Ying laughed suddenly: "Your surname is Wei, you will be an old man in a blink of an eye."

Wei Ting said: "It's not as good as the second young master's maintenance."

"That is, I always want to live longer, and see what happens to those who have wronged me." Huo Ying said coldly.

Huo Ying asked people to serve wine, but he stopped drinking after only one sip.

Wei Ting knew why he didn't drink. Before Fu Yun'an passed away, this Second Young Master Huo got drunk and cried loudly...

On the second day, Huo Ying left.

After Wei Ting had a full meal, his stomach felt very uncomfortable, but he tidied himself up and ran around, begging to see people from Britain, France and the United States, and contacting people who resisted the Japanese.

He used to be full of pride and was unwilling to bow his head to others, but the older he got, the more sober he became, and the lower his head became.

Many British professors jointly sent a call to the Minister of Education of China: "The Japanese army bombed Shanghai and destroyed schools. We are condemned when we hear the news: I will urge the government of this country to work together to stop the Japanese army's invasion of China."

Some people in the United States, France, etc. also denounced Japan's atrocities and called on people in the country to boycott Japanese products.

At the same time, many people from their country risked their lives to fight the Japanese army to the end.

Wei Ting tried his best.

His back is getting more and more bent, but the number of people he takes in is increasing.

In the early days, he had always supported the Anti-Japanese War, and now he has published countless articles and delivered speeches at the top of his lungs.

He didn't even know that he could write more articles faster than before when he was hungry, and he didn't even know that his voice could be so loud...

Today, he was giving a speech again, his eyes were surprisingly bright.

However... with a "bang" gunshot, his world turned into black and white.

He fell, but there are always thousands of people standing up.