"Thank you, big brother. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Rong Zifan said to Rong Ziyi: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know how to end it." I'm sorry, it's me who caused trouble for everyone and made the Rong family lose face. Her eyes were red again. Although she received praise from many people after the performance, I am afraid that no one will be worried about today's events.

"I'm not to blame you for today." Rong Ziyi is still warm and kind: "Actually, I'm afraid the responsibility lies with me." After Zhao Zhiqiang was dismissed from the "Damei Evening News", he somehow entered No. 76 as a spy. In order to please me, Li Shiqun beat him out. No one expected that Zhao Zhiqiang would break the jar and run here to perform such a play. ”

"Of course it's your responsibility. It was you who forced Zhao Zhiqiang hard, and he would think of making our Rong family lose face in front of so many celebrities in Shanghai! Rong Zixiao said coldly: "However, Rong Dashao, today's bazaar is not an official event, and no government officials have been invited, how can you think of the new financial secretary of the government to come?" ”

The mocking tone in his tone surprised everyone, but they didn't expect Rong Zixiao, who has always been generous and kind, to speak like this. Only Rong Ziyi looked at him thoughtfully.

"What? Running out of words? Is it that you don't want to say it, you don't want to say it, or you can't say it? Rong Zixiao is pressing step by step.

"Ah Hyo!" Wu Yuzhen stopped him.

Rong Zizhong couldn't look at it either, and stepped forward to look at Zixiao with a warning look.

"Could it be that after the new government rose step by step, he disdained to explain to us, the common people? Hmph, for the sake of power, you don't hesitate to be a traitor and lackey, and for the sake of family property, you don't hesitate to turn against your flesh and blood. Seeing the money-eyed, profit-hungry guy, you don't deserve the surname Rong at all! ”

Rong Zizhong couldn't bear it anymore, and swung a punch, Rong Zixiao had already taken precautions, and avoided it sideways, but he also slashed at Zizhong's waist with a palm. Zizhong waved his arm to block.

"Ah Zhong!" Rong Ziyi's voice had a commanding tone, obviously not wanting the two of them to make a move.

But Zixiao didn't allow Zizhong to react, punching and kicking, and a steady stream of attacks. Although Rong Zizhong had some understanding, it was too late, so he had to block left and right, and avoided backwards, but fell behind.

Yang Yushi stopped doing it on the side, she shouted: "If people don't fight back, why are you still fighting?" She went to pull Wu Yuzhen's arm again: "You don't care." ”

Wu Yuzhen shouted Zixiao to stop earlier. After a few moves, Zixiao finally stopped, but his expression was solemn, and he kept looking at Rong Zizhong, if he realized something, he was full of suspicion.

Rong Ziyi shook his head and said, "Why do we bother to do this kind of meaningless battle and waste time!" I have come today to tell you something. I just got the unfortunate news that the body of Editor-in-Chief Zhu was found on Aidoya Road, the French Concession in the Western District! ”

Aidoya Road is very remote, and has always been scattered with cars and horses, and pedestrians are sparse. Zhu's body was hidden in the bushes on the side of the road. It was scarred and bloodstained. It is clear that he was tortured before his death. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is another atrocity attack on the anti-Japanese speech in the concession after the 76th smashed the "Zhongmei Daily".

Editor-in-chief Zhu has no family. His funeral was handled with the help of Jiang Yuerong, who had a half-division relationship with him. I thought that either out of fear of terrorist forces or out of concern for their own safety, there would not be too many people in attendance. Unexpectedly, there were not a few people from all walks of life who came to see him off.

Rong Zixiao has been helping Jiang Yuerong take care of all kinds of chores, and at this moment it has finally come to an end, and he can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Jiang Yuerong thanked Rong Zixiao while cleaning up the mourning hall: "It's really hard for you to be busy these days!" ”

Rong Zixiao said: "I have always respected the character and talent of Editor-in-Chief Zhu, this is a matter of duty, not hard work." It's just that there were a lot more people coming to the funeral than I expected. ”

Jiang Yuerong nodded: "You're right. She finally took off a pair of elegiac couplets and asked Rong Zixiao: "Do you know who wrote this?" ”

Rong Zixiao looked at what was written on it, "Cowards are afraid of death and must die, and people with lofty ideals seek benevolence." The brushwork was strong, rich and strong, and it was very familiar, but after all, I couldn't remember whose ink it was, so I shook my head.

"You can't guess, I'm afraid it's hard for anyone to think about it." Jiang Yuerong said word by word: "This elegiac couplet is written by Mr. Zhu himself!" ”

"What?" Rong Zixiao was surprised.

Jiang Yuerong smiled reluctantly: "This is indeed Mr. Zhu's own book!"

"After the outbreak of the Sino-Japanese War, Mr. Zhu never gave up the belief that we would one day drive the Japanese out of Chinese soil. Although he couldn't go to the battlefield in person, he never stopped fighting, he was always a true warrior!

"Remember the 'Chrysanthemum Album' he wrote? He said that Juhua was born to be a warrior, and it stood up with its arrogant dry branches, fighting against the west wind, fighting with severe frost, fighting with the drizzle in late autumn, and fighting with the cold snow in early winter. And our people during the Anti-Japanese War should be like chrysanthemums, sparing themselves and not afraid of war! Jiang Yuerong said slowly, her eyes gradually filled with tears. Through the tears, she seemed to see the kind and kind smile of the editor-in-chief Zhu, he was always kind and approachable, but she knew that he had a strong and unyielding character in his heart.

After Wang Jingwei surrendered to the enemy, Mr. Zhu tossed and turned day and day and couldn't sleep at night. He used his pen as a weapon to mock traitors and angrily curse thugs. Although he knew that the enemy was watching from the sidelines every day, he was never afraid. He said that he was not afraid of death, and that if he died, he would die innocently. Speaking of this, Jiang Yuerong's tears rolled down. So, he wrote this elegiac couplet for himself. He knew he was going to die!

"The people are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of death. If we Chinese are like Mr. Zhu, I don't believe that Wang Jingwei can kill one and kill two, he can kill all of us! And Mr. Zhu wants to use his own death and his own blood to wake up the Chinese who are still sleeping. The way of heaven is immortal, righteousness lasts forever, we Chinese must not be slaves to the country! ”

"So......" Jiang Yuerong's eyes were full of tears, but her eyes were still firm: "You see, Mr. Zhu will not die in vain, and he will not die in vain!" Our sacrifice is by no means a meaningless sacrifice. One day, we will have the peace we have been waiting for! ”

She slowly threw the coupling into the brazier. Little by little, the coupling was consumed by the flames. But the strong and powerful ink characters beat like life in the crimson flames. This is the patriotic heart of Editor-in-Chief Zhu's generous death! Although it gradually stopped beating, the flame is still, and will always burn, in everyone's heart!