In the early winter of 1948, the current situation in China was like a pot of boiling water. The Kuomintang and the Communist Party sometimes started fighting, sometimes negotiating, stopping and stopping, and on the whole it was the Communist army that had the upper hand. The People's Liberation Army (PLA) has won many victories and has shifted to a posture of all-out strategic counteroffensive. The Kuomintang army was losing and retreating, and its decline was already apparent. There is a private rumor among the people: Lao Jiang's gas has been exhausted, and the grasshoppers that belong to the autumn have not jumped in a few days.

At this time, the city of Beiping was full of Kuomintang soldiers with loaded guns and ammunition, three steps and one sentry, five steps and one post, and they were heavily guarded. Police cars with flutes and jeeps driven by American GIs whizzed past from time to time. Due to the imminent war, food scarcity and prices have skyrocketed, and the common people are living in extreme dissatisfaction and panic. At that time, there was a cold joke among the common people: with a sack of money, you can buy a pound of steamed bread in the morning, only one steamed bread at noon, and only one steamed bread dregs at night.

At this time, Wang Hongju had just turned 20 years old, and he was in his second year of literature and history at Yenching University. At the time of the national crisis, the students who were naturally sensitive to politics and were active no longer had the intention of studying, and they discussed current affairs in groups of three or five groups all day long. A lawn on the shore of Weiming Lake is the center of the students' gathering, where students often express their opinions impassionedly, and often fight over different points of view. Wang Hongju is a young talent who likes to debate and is extremely eloquent, and this kind of occasion is indispensable for him. Whenever he appeared on the lawn by the lake, he was surrounded by many observers, although he was eloquent, he was not a bombastic talker, he believed that empty talk was meaningless, and there was no future without action! Although he didn't know what he wanted the future to look like, he knew that the current society was not what he wanted, so he actively participated in all the protests and demonstrations against the current government on campus.

On this day, progressive teachers and students at several universities in Peiping united to prepare for a massive protest rally against the ruling authorities in front of Tiananmen Square. It's past eight o'clock in the morning. The procession of Yanda University marched from the northwest suburbs of Beiping to the city, teachers and students raised their arms and chanted slogans all the way, and some ordinary citizens who were dissatisfied with reality were joined from time to time on the road. Wang Hong carried a placard reading "Anti-Civil War, Peace" on his shoulders and walked in the procession with high emotions. When the procession reached the front of Xizhimen, it was stopped by the police and soldiers, and the organizers of the march negotiated with them to no avail. Rush over! The procession was outnumbered, and the crowd rushed through with loud shouts.

Along the way, the procession was intercepted by the military and police. The team forced their way through again and again, some teachers and students were injured in clashes with the military and police, Wang Hong's placard was taken away and trampled by the soldiers, and two buttons were torn off his shirt. Wang Hongju struggled to break through the military police after hearing the screams of female classmates behind him, he looked back, only to see a girl wearing a gray cotton cheongsam and a white scarf was grabbed by the arm of two vicious policemen, this weak girl twisted her body, desperately resisted, but to no avail. Seeing that he is about to be taken away. In a hurry, Wang Hongju rushed over, and he kicked the ass of a policeman who grabbed the girl's arm, and the policeman who was caught off guard screamed and fell to the ground. Seeing this, another policeman let go of the girl and rushed over as if she were hungry for food. Swing your fist and hit Wang Hongju. Wang Hongju was punched heavily in the face, and he was beaten so that his eyes were full of stars, and his body shook before he could barely stand still. The policeman took advantage of the situation and grabbed him in the chest; Wang Hongju was in a hurry, although he was a scholar. However, he learned a few sets of boxing techniques from his father, who was born in the army, and saw him step forward with his left hand, hold the opponent's arm and grab his wrist and buckle it. The right foot forwarded and the body turned forward half to the left to slam the opponent's chest with his shoulder, and at the same time made a few pieces under his feet, and threw the policeman back two or three meters away, and several military policemen next to him blew the whistle and surrounded him after seeing this.

In order to ensure that they could hold a protest rally in front of Tiananmen Square on time, the organizers of the march knew that they would be blocked or dispersed, and they would disperse and assemble in front of the Jinshui Bridge in Tiananmen Square, and the assembly time was set for 10:30 a.m. that day. For fear of missing the time of the assembly, Wang Hongju pulled the rescued girl and hurriedly ran in the crowd. After running for a while, the girl's pace slowed down.

"Let go, let go." The girl said breathlessly, she really couldn't run. Wang Hongju felt that he was grabbing the girl's hand hard, he quickly stopped and let go of his hand embarrassedly. The girl was tired and panting, her face was flushed, and her short black hair was messy in front of her face. She leaned feebly against the trunk of a tree beside the road.

"You're clutching people's hands." She said a little panting, her chest slumping together with her rapid breathing.

Wang Hongju nodded hurriedly and apologized, "I'm sorry!" I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to. Otherwise, you can rest and go again. ”

Seeing this, the girl laughed, she said, "Who complains about you, look at you nervous!" With that, she tilted her head and lifted the hair that covered her face with her hands, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes.

Wang Hongju had never seen such beautiful eyes. He suddenly had a crush on the girl in front of him.

"I want to thank you! If it weren't for you today, I would probably be going to the police station. The girl smiled gently.

At this time, Wang Hongju carefully looked at the girl in front of her, she was of medium height, a graceful figure that could not be concealed by a cotton suit, a fair egg-shaped face with delicate facial features, and a pair of eyes like two pools of autumn water that could not be seen. She is a woman who exudes an intellectual beauty in her gestures.

"It's a pleasure to meet you! My name is Wang Hongju and I am from Yenching University. After that, he wanted to introduce himself, but he was caught by this girl.

"You are from the second-year Department of Literature and History of Yenching University, your name is Wang Hongju, right? I know you! The girl tilted her head mischievously and smiled.

Wang Hongju asked in surprise, "How do you know?" ”

The girl pretended to be mysterious and said, "Guess? ”

"I can't guess." Wang Hongju shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm also at Yenching University, I'm in my first year, and I've seen a drama starring you in school. Hey, you know what? I appreciate your acting talents! ”

"Really?" Wang Hongju asked proudly.

"Of course! There are many girls in our Yanda University who use you as a prince charming! ”

"Really? How I don't know. Wang Hongju had a smug smile on his face.

"Look at your beauty!" The girl laughed too. She took the initiative to stretch out her hand and said, "Make a friend, my name is Huang Tingting." ”

The hands of the two men were kindly shaken. At this time, the classmates who hurriedly walked by next to him knew Wang Hongju, and they urged: "Wang Hongju, don't delay time, hurry up!" ”

Wang Hongju and Huang Tingting hurriedly followed the crowd in the direction of Tiananmen Square.

At this time, the sun is hidden in thick clouds, and the sky is overcast. The wind is cold. Crowds from all over the world gathered in front of the Tiananmen Tower, and the crowd was not afraid of the cold of winter.

"Against the civil war, for peace!"

"Anti-dictatorship, democracy!"

"Down with the lackeys of imperialism!"

Slogans were heard one after another, and people waved their fists in anger and shouted loudly to vent their dissatisfaction and resentment against the ruling authorities.

The rally began, and a tall young man in a long shirt and black-rimmed glasses stood on the stone railing in front of Huabiao, he waved his hand, and the people gradually fell silent. A not-so-loud but sophisticated voice began to speak: "Students, teachers. Fathers, elders, brothers and sisters from all walks of life, we are here today to hold a march and rally to make a protest to the government and to express our dissatisfaction to the ruling authorities! Because we can't take it anymore," the speaker waved his arms and impassionedly, and the blackened audience listened silently.

Soon after the rally began, there was an uproar outside the crowd, and the people who had gathered were surrounded by military and police armed with wooden sticks, and the prisoner van was parked on the side of the road. But the people were unmoved, and the speech continued: "The eight-year War of Resistance defeated the Japanese devils, and we ushered in the long-awaited national government, after eight years of living as slaves. We hope that the government can rebuild the homes of the people and bring us peace and stability. However, what the Nationalist Government brought to the common people was official corruption, famine, poverty, soaring prices, and dictatorship. It's a non-stop civil war. What we need is democracy, peace, food, not planes and artillery sent by the Americans, not dictatorship, repression, prisons, hunger and civil war,"

The speaker's words struck a chord with the rally-goers. Someone took the lead in shouting the slogan: "Anti-dictatorship and democracy!" Anti-civil war and peace! "The one who took the lead in shouting the slogan was a crisp female voice. Wang Hongju looked curiously, and he found that it was Huang Tingting who shouted the slogan. Huang Tingting stood next to the stone lion at the head of the Jinshui Bridge, her head raised slightly and raised her fist to the sky, her short hair was blown by the wind to the back of her head like a fluttering flag; The volume of her shouting of the slogan was not high, but it was penetrating and could be heard clearly in every corner of the rally; She is very delicate and quiet, but she seems to have a lot of energy in her body. Wang Hongju had to look at Huang Tingting, who he had just met.

The military police began to violently disperse the crowd, and the scene was chaotic, Wang Hongju and many classmates held their arms tightly together, bravely resisting the impact of the military police. Although there was a commotion at the rally, the speaker was not disturbed by the chaos at all, he appeared very calm, waved his fists from time to time, and continued to speak loudly: "Our country has encountered an unprecedented disaster, the people are in dire straits, we must petition the national government to oppose corruption, dictatorship, and civil war," the more he spoke, the more passionate he became, the louder he spoke, but the people could no longer hear what he was saying.

The military police drove several fire trucks and sprayed high-pressure water cannons at the crowd who refused to leave, and people began to scream and dodge to avoid the icy water, and many people were hit with batons and their heads were bleeding. Someone was put in a police car. The rally was interrupted and turned into a scuffle. In the chaos, Wang Hongju was thinking about Huang Tingting in his heart, and he ran towards where Huang Tingting was.

Huang Tingting was shot by the cold high-pressure water gun, she was soaked, her lips were purple from the cold, and her hair was wet and clinging to her cheeks. At this time, she and several students were being beaten by the vicious military police with sticks. Seeing this, Wang Hongju hurriedly rushed into the crowd, picked up Huang Tingting on his back and ran, ran to Nanchang Street, called a rickshaw, put Huang Tingting in the car, and said, "Classmate Huang Tingting, let the coachman send you home quickly!" After he said that, he took off his wool scarf and wrapped it around Huang Tingting's wet head.

"Thank you, let's go together." Huang Tingting held Wang Hong's hand tightly, and her body kept shaking in the cold wind.

"I have something to do, you can hurry home! You'll get sick if you're blown by the wind. Let's go! We'll see you later, goodbye! Wang Hongju then anxiously said to the coachman: "Hurry up and send the young lady away!" He turned and ran back into the chaotic crowd.

In the vigorous student uprising, progressive students and citizens who were dissatisfied with the reality constantly took to the streets, and Wang Hongju was always an active member of the protests. But in the subsequent rally, Huang Tingting was not seen again. (To be continued......)

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