That night, all the people who didn't live in the school dormitory moved to a few small apartments outside.

After the call was made, people kept coming in. By 12 o'clock in the evening, seventy or eighty people had been crammed into several small apartments, lying on the ground in all directions, men and women, sleeping next to each other and on the floor.

But in the midst of the anger and excitement, almost no one could sleep, so they began to discuss tomorrow's march. Some people say what to do if they are pressed by the army, some people say that their families will be very sad if they are really imprisoned on Green Island, and some people also say that they will sail to garrison Diaoyu Island after the final exams......

In June, the weather was still not cool in the early hours of the morning, and the two electric fans were blowing a pitiful breeze, and everyone was wet with sweat.

Wang Zijun pillowed his wrist, staring at the ceiling with his eyes, and his heart was filled with a tragic emotion.

After his parents died in a car accident in junior high school, he and his elderly grandmother depended on each other until he went to college, and his grandmother also went.

He hasn't pursued much. Make hay? Just don't starve to death. What is your ideal life? Being a director is half a story, but it's just an emotional sustenance.

Feelings seem to be more important, and he would rather suffer some losses when interacting with friends, but also try to avoid contradictions and frictions. Love is also maintained as much as possible, so when Lu Ke betrays him, he will be so angry. It's just that he was tired of it at that time, and even if he made the other party notorious, he couldn't return to his original appearance.

What about this life? His father, brother, sister, and sister-in-law, who had only been with him for a few days, were all his relatives, and he should take his share of responsibility.

It's just a bigger pursuit, but it's really nothing.

Lying in the middle of a group of hot-blooded young people at this moment, Wang Zijun felt that a certain piece of flesh and blood in his body was burning. It seems that he should do something in this world besides making money!

"What song should I sing tomorrow?" In the dark, someone asked.

Another person replied: "Anti-Japanese war songs are not allowed to be sung, sing "Green Island Serenade" to praise our beautiful Taiwan." ”

"No, "Green Island Serenade" is too soft, we have to sing heroic songs that inspire fighting spirit."

"Zijun, you should write a song specifically for the parade!" Not far away, Sun Xibi said suddenly.

"Does anyone here know how to write songs?" Someone asked.

Sun Xibi replied proudly: "Of course, Zijun is the champion of this China Television Singing Contest, and all the songs he sings are written by himself." ”

"I remember, I didn't recognize what I was busy with the parade before!" Ma Ying-jeou got up and turned on the light, found a pen and paper and said, "Big singer, can you create a song now?" ”

"I want to think about it." Wang Zijun took the pen and paper, thought for a while, and drew the score, and the people around him gathered around.

After writing it, Ma Ying-jeou read the lyrics and said happily: "Good words, but we don't know how to understand the score, you can sing it first." ”

Wang Zijun looked at Ma Ying-jeou, the pony at this time is really a handsome guy, with fine skin and tender meat, extremely delicate, and in the future generations, he will definitely be considered acceptable.

"The name of this song is "I am Chinese." Wang Zijun sat cross-legged and began to sing:

"Silence is not cowardice

Patience is not numbness

Traditional Confucian thought

Lead our footsteps

Eight years of arduous resistance

Confirm my perseverance of the nation

Not until the last minute

Never take the fight lightly

When you can't bear it anymore

I'll stand up

Compatriots are suffering and waiting to recover

I'll keep it in mind

I don't care where I was born

I am Chinese

No matter where you die

Vows to be the soul of China

When you can't bear it anymore

I'll stand up

Unify the complete land of China

……”

When Wang Zijun sang it for the second time, the others had already begun to sing along gently. Singing over and over again, some sang softly, and some sang proudly. But there is no denying that the song was sung at this wonderful moment and had a wonderful effect, and it touched everyone present.

Ten years later, twenty years later, thirty years later...... More than half of the dozens of people present will become elites in politics, culture, science and technology, and business, and this night will be one of the most important memories of their lives.

"I propose that this song can become the song of the Bao Fishing Club!" Wang Xiaobo said suddenly. (Wang Xiaobo, a professor at the Department of Philosophy of National Taiwan University, is a representative of the "unification faction" on the island.) ）

"I'm for it." Ma Ying-jeou raised his hand.

"I'm for it too!"

"I'm for it too!"

“……”

Wang Zijun smiled, this may be the most meaningful thing he has ever done since he came to this era.

That night, the students sang over and over again, and in addition to "I am Chinese", Yue Fei's "Manjianghong" was the most sung. The other residents of the apartment were woken up by the sound of singing, and after knowing that they were students of National Taiwan University, they went back without saying a word, and no one protested.

People fall asleep unconsciously to the sound of singing and wake up to the sound of loud alarm clocks.

Today the weather was fine, neither hot nor cold, with the occasional breeze blowing, it was a good day for a parade.

Wang Zijun followed everyone to gather at National Taiwan University, and the school was probably afraid that everyone would make trouble along the way, so they even sent a bus to pick them up. There were too many people who had no choice but to gather, at least one or two thousand people, and the cars were simply not enough to load.

The first stop of the march was the U.S. Embassy, and those who could afford it offered to pay for the ride.

I saw a mighty convoy departing from National Taiwan University, and other vehicles gave way along the way.

After arriving at the US Embassy, Wang Zijun got out of the car and put out a slogan written by himself, which was written by tearing up the sheets in his apartment -- "I say I get out of the Diaoyu Islands!! ”

"Protest!"

"The United States has no right to hand over the Diaoyu Islands to Yuben!"

"Long live the Chinese nation!"

“……”

Soon, the security team of student representatives and the military police of the political axe began to maintain the restless procession.

I saw a student jump on the flower stand, holding a megaphone in his hand, and read the "Letter of Protest against the United States" written in a marriage autograph: "...... Diaoyu Dao has been Chinese territory since ancient times, and Chinese fishermen still live on Diaoyu Dao. The United States has no right and cannot give China's territory to other countries at will! What you do now will be bitter for yourself...... After the territorial expansion, militarism will be resurrected, and the American people will pay a terrible price for your decision today......"

The embassy's closed doors finally opened, and several U.S. officials in suits and leather shoes stepped out and began to negotiate with the student representatives.

The protest book, written in the marriage book, was neatly folded and handed to the American ambassador after it was read.

The American ambassador took the protest letter, looked at its paper, and said humorously in fluent Chinese: "I think this is probably the most special diplomatic letter I have ever received." ”

"I hope that such letters never appear!" Said the student who submitted the protest.

The American ambassador shrugged his shoulders and said: "I can't do anything about it." ”

After the protest was handed in, a procession of more than 1,000 people, holding various slogans, marched towards the embassy and began the real procession.

"Eight years of hard fighting

Confirm my perseverance of the nation

Not until the last minute

Never take the fight lightly

When you can't bear it anymore

I'll stand up

Unify the complete land of China

……”

When the slogan was tired, Wang Zijun led the singing, and last night the dozens of people sang "I am Chinese" together. The muffled singing became a roar and a rallying cry for the procession, and people continued to join them along the way.

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Back to the comments of book friends:

1. Some people say that this book does not have the flavor of Taiwan. I wrote about Taiwan in the 1970s, when the mainstream of Taiwan (northern) was mainlanders who went south, in addition to speaking Chinese, what Sichuan, Hebei, Shaanxi, and Northeast dialects...... There are all kinds of things, what does it mean to have a Taiwanese taste?

2, some people say that the chapter jump surname is big. Uh, apologize again, the first few chapters were a lot of troubles, and there wasn't enough time to think, so I kept talking about revisions, but I never found time. In addition, I have always been doing editing, copywriting and other work, and I am used to deleting all the superfluous text and keeping meaningful and concise text.