In our Tokyo inns, we read newspapers as soon as we got up, by and large. The Asahi Shimbun and the Yomiuri Shimbun were the most popular among students, while those who specialized in inquiring about social matters read the Futuroshitsu Shimbun. One morning, the head saw a telegram from China, probably: --?
"Anhui governor Enming assassinated by JoShikiRin, assassin captured." ?
After a moment's bewilderment, everyone glowingly confided in each other, and studied who the assassin was, and how the Chinese characters were three. But as long as the Shaoxing people, and do not specialize in reading textbooks, but has long understood. This is Xu Xilin, after he returned from his studies, he was doing the Anhui alternate road, running the police things, just to assassinate the position of the governor.
Everyone then predicted that he would be capital punishment, the family will be implicated. Soon, Qiu Jin girl was killed in Shaoxing news also came, Xu Xilin was dug out of the heart, to Enming's soldiers fried food net exhaust. People were furious. A few people will secretly open a meeting to raise funds; this time it is necessary to use the Japanese ronin, tearing squid fish wine, after a generous pass, he will embark on a journey to pick up the family of Xu Bersun to go.
As usual, there is also a hometown association, hanging martyrs, scolding Manchuria; thereafter, some people advocate telegrams to Beijing, denouncing the Manchurian government's inhumanity. The crowd was immediately divided into two factions: one to send a telegram and one not to send it. I was in favor of sending telegrams, but when I spoke out, there was a dull voice that followed: --
"The killed killed, the dead died, and what the hell telegrams it." ?
This was a tall, long-haired man with more white than black eyes, always looking at people as if he were looking at them in a small way. He squatted on the mat, I speak largely against; I have long felt strange, attention to his, to this point only to inquire about others: who is it that says this, so cold? The people who know told me that: his name is Fan Ainong, is Xu Bersun's students.
I was very angry, I think he is simply not a person, their own Mr. killed, even to play a telegram is still afraid, so they insisted on power generation, with him to fight. The result is that the majority of those who advocate the generation of electricity, he yielded. The second thing is to put out people to draft the telegram.?
"What is the need to push? Naturally, the person who advocates power generation lo--." He said.?
I felt that his words were again directed at me, unreasonable but not unreasonable. But I then argued that this piece of sad article must know the martyr's life of the person to do, because he is more closely related than others, the heart is more grief, do it out must be more moving. So we argued again. The result is that he does not do, I do not do, I do not know who admitted to do go; Secondly, we scattered, leaving only a draft and one or two officers, waiting to do a good job to go to shoot hair. Since then I always think this Fan Ainong bizarre, and very hateful. Abominable people in the world, at first thought it was the Manchus, this time I realized that it is still second; the first is Fan Ainong. China is not a revolution, to revolution, the first must be removed Fan Ainong.
However, this opinion seems to fade later, in the end, forget, we have not seen each other since. Until the year before the revolution, I was working as a teacher in my hometown, probably at the end of spring, I suddenly saw a person in the guest seat of my acquaintance, and after looking at each other for two or three seconds, we said at the same time: --
"Oh, oh, you're Fan Ainong!" ?
"Oh oh, you are Lu Xun!" ?
Somehow we then all laughed, a mutual mockery and sadness. His eyes were still the same, yet strangely, only in the past few years, there were gray hairs on his head, but perhaps they were there already and I hadn't noticed them before. He wore a very old cloth coat and tattered shoes, and looked very shabby. Talking about his own experience, he said that he could not study anymore because he had no tuition fees, so he came back to his hometown. After returning to his hometown, he was scorned, rejected and persecuted, and almost had no place to live. Now he is hiding in the countryside, teaching a few elementary school students to make a living.
This is the first time that I have seen the world's most popular movie, and it is the first time that I have seen the world's most popular movie.
He also told me that I love to drink now, so we drink.
He told me that I love to drink now, so we drank. From then on, every time he came to the city, he must visit me, very familiar. When we were drunk, we used to talk about some foolish and crazy things, and even my mother laughed when she overheard us. One day I suddenly remembered an old story about the time when I had a meeting in Tokyo, so I asked him: --?
"What was the reason for your special opposition to me that day, which was deliberate?" ?
"Don't you know? I have always hated yours,-not only me, but us." ?
"Did you know who I was before then?" ?
"Why not. When we arrived in Yokohama, wasn't it Ziying and you who came to pick us up? You looked down on us and shook your head, do you remember that yourself?" ?
I thought about it briefly and remembered, though it was seven or eight years ago. At that time it was Ziying who came to ask me out, saying that he was going to Yokohama to pick up his fellow countrymen who had newly come to study abroad. The steamer arrived, saw a large pile, probably a *** more than ten people, a shore will be put on the luggage to the customs to wait for the inspection, the customs officer in the suitcase rummage around, and suddenly turned out a pair of embroidered bow shoes, then put down the official business, take a sub detailed look. I was very dissatisfied, thinking, these bird men, how to bring this thing. One does not pay attention, then maybe shook his head. Inspection is completed, after a small sitting in the inn, that is to board the train. Unexpectedly, this group of readers and let up in the coach to sit, a want to sit on this son of B, B want to C to sit, do bow before the end, the train has opened, the body shook, and instantly fell three or four. I was also very dissatisfied, secretly thought: even the train seat, they also have to distinguish between inferiority and superiority to ....... I don't pay attention to myself, maybe shook my head again. Yet there was Fan Ainong among that group of graceful and yielding characters, but it did not occur to me until this day. Not only him, to say also ashamed, this group, and later in Anhui died in battle martyr Chen Boping, was killed martyr Ma Zonghan; imprisoned in the black prison, to the revolution after the day to see the sun and the body will always carry the scars of the bandits punishment also have one or two people. I shook my head and shipped them all to Tokyo. Although Xu Bersun came on the same boat with them, he was not on this car, because he took a car with his wife in Kobe and went by land.
I think I shook my head about two times at that time, and they did not know which one they saw. It must have been the one at the tax-gate when they let the sitting be noisy, and the one at the inspection when it was secluded, and I tried to ask Ainon, and it was so.?
"I really don't understand what you're doing with this thing. Whose is it?" ?
"It's not even our master's mother's?" He glared at his many white eyes.?
"Why bring this when you're going to pretend to be Bigfoot in Tokyo?" ?
"Who knows? You ask her." ?
By the beginning of winter, we were in a more straitened situation, yet still drinking and telling jokes. Suddenly there was the Wuchang Uprising, followed by the Shaoxing Restoration. The next day Ainon came up to the city, wearing the felt hat commonly used by farmers, and that smile was never seen before.?
"Old Xun, we will not drink today. I'm going to see the restored Shaoxing. We'll go with you." ?
We then went out into the street and took a walk, full of white flags. However, although the appearance of this, the inner bone is still the same, because it is still a few old squires organized by the military government, what the railroad shareholders is the Secretary for Administration, the money shopkeeper is the Secretary for Ordnance ....... This military government in the end not long, a few teenagers yelled, Wang Jinfa with soldiers from Hangzhou, but even if not yell or will come. After he came in, he was also surrounded by many loafers and new revolutionaries, big do Wang Dudu. In the yamen characters, wearing cloth to come, not on ten days also probably changed into leather robes, the weather is not yet cold.
I was placed next to the principal of the Normal School's rice bowl, Wang Dudu gave me school money two hundred dollars. Ai Nong is the supervisor of the school, still the same cloth robe, but do not drink much, and seldom have the time to talk about idle days. He did the work, and teaching, really hardworking can be.
"The situation or not, Wang Jinfa them." A teenager who had heard my lectures last year visited me and said generously, "We're going to start a kind of newspaper to monitor them. But the promoters are to borrow the name of Mr. And one is Mr. Ziying, and the other Mr. Deqing. For the sake of the community, we know you will never push back." ?
I promised him. Two days later, I saw the flyer out of the newspaper, the initiators are admittedly three. Five days later it was in the paper, and it began by scolding the military government and the people there; after that it was scolding the Governor, his relatives, fellow townsmen, and his aunts .......?
After more than ten days of such scolding, a kind of news came to my home, saying that the Governor was going to send a pistol to kill you because you had swindled his money and scolded him.
It did not matter to others; the first to be anxious was my mother, and bade me not go out again. But I still go as usual, and explain, Wang Jinfa is not to come to kill us, although he was born in the Greenwood University, while killing is not very easy. Moreover, I take the school money, this point he can still understand, but just talk.
Sure enough, did not come to kill. Wrote to ask for funds, and took another two hundred dollars. But as if there was some anger, and at the same time the order was sent: come again for it, there is no more!
? But Ainon got a new message, but made me very difficult. It turns out that the so-called "fraudulent" is not referring to the school funds, refers to another sum of money sent to the newspaper. A few days after the newspaper scolded, Wang Jinfa asked someone to send 500 yuan. So our teenagers will hold a meeting, the first question is: to accept or not? The first question was: to accept or not to accept? The second question is: after receiving scolding or not? The resolution was: scold. The reason is: after receiving money, he is a shareholder; shareholders are not good, naturally, to scold.
I immediately went to the newspaper to ask the truth of this matter. The first thing I did was to ask for a few words about the situation and the way it was handled. Slightly said a few words should not charge him money, a named accountant will not be happy, questioned me: -?
"Why doesn't the newspaper office take equity?" ?
"It's not share capital ......" ?
"What is it that is not equity?" ?
I will say no more, for the world knows this, and if I say anything more that will involve us, he will reprove me for being too fond of worthless life to sacrifice it for the community, or he will read in the papers to-morrow how I tremble at the prospect of death.
However, as it happened, Jiffy wrote to urge me to go to Nanking. Ainon was in favor of it, but rather forlornly, saying:--
"Here again it is like that, and cannot be lived in. You go ...... quickly." ?
I understand his silent words, determined to go to Nanking. First to the Governor's Office to resign, naturally, according to the approval, sent a dragging snot receiver, I handed over the accounts and the remaining amount of ten cents and two copper yuan, not the principal. The latter is the president of the Church of Confucius Fu Lixin.
The newspaper case was closed two or three weeks after I arrived in Nanjing, was a group of soldiers smashed. Ziying was in the countryside, nothing happened; Deqing was in the city at the right time, and was stabbed in the thigh with a sharp knife. He was furious. Naturally, it was very somewhat painful, and he was not to blame. After he was furious, he took off his clothes and took a photograph to show the one-inch-wide stab wound, and made an article describing the situation, which he distributed everywhere to publicize the brutality of the military government. I think, this kind of photo is now about may not still have a collection of people, the size is too small, the knife wound is narrowed to almost equal to none, if not described, see the people must think that some of the madness of the nude photographs of the man, if you meet Sun Chuanfang Marshal, I'm afraid that to be prohibited.
I moved from Nanjing to Beijing, Ai Nong's superintendent of schools was also the president of the Confucian Church, the principal managed to get rid of. He became the pre-revolutionary Ainong again. I tried to find a little work for him in Peking, which he wanted very much, but there was no opportunity. He then went to an acquaintance's house to board, and wrote to me from time to time, the poorer his situation became, the more miserable his words became. Finally, he had to get out of this acquaintance's house, so he drifted from place to place. I was able to get a message from a fellow villager that he had fallen in the water and drowned.
I suspected that he had committed suicide. For he was a good floater and could not easily have drowned.?
Sitting alone in the club at night, very sad, and suspect that the news is not accurate, but for no reason and feel that this is extremely reliable, although there is no evidence. I have no choice but to write four poems, which were later published in a daily newspaper, and now I am going to forget them. I can only remember six lines from one poem, the first four of which are: "I discuss the world with wine, Mr. Little Drinker, I am still drunk, but I am slightly drunk and sinking." I've forgotten two lines in the middle, and the last line is "The clouds of old friends are scattered, and the dust is still light."
Later, I went back to my hometown to know some of the more detailed things. Ai Nong first had nothing to do, because people hated him. He was difficult, but still drank, on the invitation of his friends. He had come to associate with people so little that the only common ones left were a few of the younger ones he met later, and yet they didn't seem to want to listen to much of his whining, thinking it was not as funny as telling jokes.?
"Maybe tomorrow I'll get a telegram, open it, and it'll be Lu Xun calling me." He said this from time to time.?
One day, a few new friends asked him to go to the theater on a boat, and came back already after midnight, and a big storm, he was drunk, but he preferred to go to the side of the boat to urinate. He said he would not fall off the boat. But he fell off, and although he was able to stay afloat, he never got up.
The next day to salvage the body, was found in the diamond swing, upright.?
I still don't understand whether he lost his footing or committed suicide.
He died with nothing, leaving an infant daughter and his wife. A few persons wished to collect a little money for the fund of his girl's future tuition, for as soon as it was proposed, a clansman came to dispute the custody of the money, which - not yet having actually been made - was bored, and dissipated invisibly.
Now I do not know whether it was a loss or a suicide, but I do not know whether it was a loss.
Now I wonder how his only daughter is doing?
Now I wonder what happened to his only daughter?
Now I wonder how his only daughter is doing.