Yisheng walked into the room, and saw Song Wanhua's eyes red, she saw her, and hurriedly raised the back of her hand and wiped it indiscriminately, "Let you see the joke, Xiaosheng." ”

Yisheng sighed lightly, "Sister Wanhua, why are you suffering?"

Song Wanhua shook her head, "Xiao Sheng, you don't have to persuade me, since I have chosen the path I want to take, I will not look back, even if there are thorns in front of me, I will go down barefoot." ”

Yisheng looked at her for a long time, "But Sister Wanhua, I don't understand, just like Uncle Song said, you are not a person who needs to change your destiny through violent revolution, you have not personally suffered the pain of oppression, and you will not have the demand for urgent change, how can you have such an unswerving belief in your doctrine and do not hesitate to leave everything behind?"

Song Wanhua moved her eyes out of the window and asked instead of answering, "Xiao Sheng, if it were you, would you sit idly by and ignore Ji Huan in prison today?"

How smart Yisheng is, when she said this, her heart was immediately transparent, but she was a little surprised, and blurted out: "What did you say, is it Mu Yunen?"

"Yes, I like him, and I have to admit it, if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be where I am today. Song Wanhua said.

"You also know that when the Republic of China was first established, there were thousands of ways for the people to seek to save the country, and the collision of various trends of thought was also the most intense. At this moment, in front of Yisheng again, Song Wanhua completely confessed her thoughts, "Marxism is certainly one of the most advanced doctrines, but how could I know in the past, if it wasn't for Yun'en, how could I have tried to understand?"

Yisheng remembered the letters that Song Wanhua wrote to her, which always mentioned Mu Yunen's name, although it was mainly narrative, but between the lines there was always unconsciously revealing admiration, she never thought deeply, let alone expected that Song Wanhua would love so much.

Of course, the more I learned about it, the more I understood Yun'eun's choice, and I gradually adopted Marxist theory as my own belief. I can't tell whether it's because of Yoon-eun that I'm sticking to my beliefs more and more firmly day by day, or because of my ism, which makes me feel more and more that like-minded Yoon-eun is so worthy of love that makes my heart move. In short, by now, my doctrine has been deeply ingrained and unshakable in my heart, along with Yun'en. ”

"Sister Wanhua, what are you going to do?" Yisheng was silent for a long time and asked.

Song Wanhua shook her head, "I don't know, I just know that I must not watch Yun-eun suffer in prison and do nothing." If I can't change the fate of his repatriation, I can at least bear it with him. ”

Yisheng looked at the stubborn and resolute light and shadow in Song Wanhua's eyes, and reached out to hold her hand, "Sister Wanhua, don't be too pessimistic, there is no endless road, we will always think of a way." ”

Song Wanhua suddenly turned her eyes to look at her, and there was a little disbelief in her voice, "You mean, if you don't persuade me, you will stand on my side?"

"There is one thing you said that touched me, I just compare my heart to my heart. Yisheng smiled.

Song Wanhua tightened her hand with her backhand, "Thank you, Xiao Sheng." ”

"Don't thank you too early," Yisheng smiled, "Let's go downstairs first and convince Uncle Song." ”

Song Wanhua's bright expression just now collapsed suddenly, and she hesitated: "But, my father is very stubborn, otherwise, I want to think of us sneaking out?"

"What's going to happen then? Uncle Song will be angry. ”

"There is an urgency, I have to be unfilial this time, and when the matter is over, I will come back and ask him for forgiveness, Dad loves me, and he will not blame me in the end. ”

Song Wanhua said as she got up and walked to the window to explore the height of the floor from the ground, and Yisheng grabbed her, "Don't worry, I'll come up with a good way now, maybe it will work." ”

"What's the solution?" Song Wanhua asked urgently.

Yisheng smiled: "Don't worry about it for now, in short, you wait for me here, if it doesn't work, it's not too late to implement your absconding plan." ”

Song Wanhua watched Yisheng go out and go downstairs, feeling apprehensive in her heart, pacing back and forth in the room, but she still couldn't calm her heart.

Frankly speaking, she didn't have much hope, however, to her surprise, Yisheng actually persuaded Song Hanlin.

She looked at Yisheng's smiling face, and couldn't believe it, "Are you serious?

Yisheng smiled, "yes, what did I lie to you about?"

"But how did you do that?"

"Or compare your heart to your heart, I told him, with your temper, it is impossible to be obedient and ignore nothing, and if you are in a hurry, it is difficult to say that you will secretly find an opportunity to run away from home, and we may always lock you around, and when the time comes, we may cause even greater trouble. Yisheng said with a smile.

Song Wanhua immediately understood, and continued with a smile, "Instead of letting me mess around alone, why don't you let my father help me?" You turned my stupid method into a clever trick just now, I want to thank you very much." ”

Yisheng shook his head, "You only guessed half right, Uncle Song is really powerless about this matter, besides, he has something urgent to return to China, for your business, it's too late, he only asked me to take care of you, absolutely don't make any more trouble, as long as you don't act too drastically, although he can't help you, he will no longer restrict your freedom." ”

She didn't tell Song Wanhua that Song Hanlin actually hated those radical students, thinking that they had brought his daughter badly, and he originally planned to tie his daughter back to Paris University even if he tied him up, or even return to China, as long as he cut off the connection between them, how could he find a way to save them?

And the reason why she was able to move Song Hanlin to agree, in addition to telling Wanhua to make a fuss about her safety, more importantly, was that she made Song Hanlin believe that Mu Yunen and the others who were locked up in prison could not be rescued by Song Wanhua alone, as long as she stayed by Song Wanhua's side and made sure not to let her be implicated in the radical incident, then once the students were sent back to China, they would naturally separate. And Song Wanhua has done her best, and God's will is like this, so there is nothing to say. In this way, it is not necessary to affect the relationship between their father and daughter.

Song Wanhua heard this, although she was a little disappointed, but this result was much better than what she had originally planned, and she immediately cheered up, "It's okay, just like you said, there is no endless road, we will always come up with a way." ”

Yisheng is not familiar with the doctrine in Song Wanhua's mouth, and he is only hearsay about this matter, so he does not rush to make ideas, but listens to Song Wanhua's intentions and cooperates with her actions.

They spent the night writing leaflets, transcribing them, posting them, giving speeches, asking for people they thought might be able to help, and eating behind closed doors...... Everything, busy.

Song Wanhua said, Xiaosheng, at this time, I am not polite to you, I need you to help me, I am alone, it is impossible to do it, and I am afraid.

Yisheng not only had a promise to Song Hanlin, but also had a good friendship with Song Wanhua herself, so naturally she would not abandon her, even if she was so tired, she still did her best to stay by her side.

However, their efforts have yielded little results.

Seeing that time slipped away day by day, a month passed in the blink of an eye, and there was not much time left for Mou Yunen and them to stay in France, and their rescue work was still clueless.

Song Wanhua was almost desperate, on this day, she and Yisheng came back from outside, threw the leaflet in their hand on the table, and then the whole person fell heavily on the bed, not even wanting to speak.

Seeing her like this, Yisheng gently turned on the radio and played music, thinking that maybe he could divide her heart and make her less depressed.

She went out of the room and went downstairs to the kitchen, and found something to make dinner for two, and she was tired herself.

When she returned to the room with milk and bread, she saw that Song Wanhua had already gotten up from the bed, her whole body was half-bent over, and her hands were holding the radio on the table.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she raised her head, with a desperate smile, and her eyes showed a radiance of disregard, like a drowning man, desperately trying to grasp the last straw he could grasp.

On the radio, a piece of news was playing in French at the moment - Major Marshal Bo Yuzheng, a powerful figure in the Republic of China, will arrive in Paris tomorrow for a week-long inspection visit.