The people in the conference hall poured into the dining hall at once, where the tables were already set. The gramophone was brought. A record of Wagner's compositions was put on. A few glasses of wine were drunk, and someone brought some other records. After the gramophone rustled for a while, to everyone's surprise, the beautiful melody of tango music was heard.

The minister stood up and walked up to the female secretary and invited her to dance, followed by the others. Someone sang, and the cork of the champagne rattled. The vice-captain of the guard laughed as he saw the flag captain sprinkling salt on his champagne-sprinkled uniform. His laughter was hysterical, and he couldn't make out a single word of what he said.

Suddenly, the door slammed open, and Wang Wei stood at the door.

"You're getting in the way of my sleep." He shouted in a hoarse voice, "Please stop this ugly behavior Now all people need to be quiet, if only for a moment." ”

After learning of this, Wu Sibao immediately came to the minister's room. He was sitting at his small desk, drawing puzzling circles on paper. He didn't think about it, although he was going to write a will. Indeed, he was the only one who believed in Hivan. But Wu Sibao sometimes feels that the minister has the same insight into everything as he does, but the minister can't frankly admit what is buried in his heart. The various attitudes that had developed around Wang Wei constrained him.

It was only when the monks were defeated that the philosophical proverb "Do not create idols for yourself." "Now it is most painful for those who wish to turn Wang Wei personally into a head of state, a savior, a god of the nation, and they have staked their lives on this gamble. However, it is indescribably difficult to destroy what they have created, because it also requires the destruction of oneself, oneself surrendering to God's spiritual nature, and voluntarily surrendering the power to think and act. Only he, this idol, is the supreme truth. Everything is imprisoned at one point, everything is subordinated to one person, and it is decided by one person. The free merging of the full freedom of thought, the freedom to make no longer decisions, is only in the pleasure of another force.

Wu Sibao sat on the arm of the chair, looked at his watch, and said, "Minister, because we can't tell the truth completely, we always make mistakes. Now we have lost that privilege, you understand. If we don't go to the Bolsheviks tomorrow in the name of the new cabinet, then everything is over? ”

"No one can afford to suffer misfortune without the right to us."

Wu Sibao sighed, "Alas, dear comrade, you have already abandoned us. We struggled like puppies in the sewage. Wu Sibao wanted to tell the truth, but he controlled himself. The hysterical man was ready for everything, he was completely overwhelmed by fear, so he could not limit his hallucinations. "If we don't help Wang Wei, the Chinese people will never forgive us, think about what will happen. If the Bolsheviks were allowed to storm in and capture him alive. ”

"Do you have any suggestions?" The minister's slender fingers trembled and rubbed the corners of his forehead, and asked; "What is it, Old Wu?"

"That's what you're thinking about now, help Wang Wei leave."

"I didn't suggest it."

"You're thinking about it, I know you're thinking about it, just like I am. Don't be a fool in vain. ”

"But it's impossible." The minister cried, "I can't forgive myself. ”

"Okay," Wu Sibao said, "let's wait a few more hours, and then we'll make a decision." ”

The Minister choked up, his face wrinkled, and the tears on his pale gray face confirmed that there was a blind ailment hidden in this man with large passionate eyes.

"Maybe he has cancer." Wu Sibao thought as he stood up, "He is a person who is about to die, and he no longer continues to enjoy earthly happiness." He can't be left alone. If I go to shoot, he has to be there in case he shoots me in the back of the head. Seeing Wang Wei fall in a spasmodic manner, this dwarf will shoot a bullet at me. I shoot for the sake of ideals, I understand the job, I don't tremble until I do it. But he was repeating his speech, let him stand by, and pull him into the trap of a unilateral peace with the Red Army, and I don't want to be seen as a traitor to whom everyone reprimands. ”

"Goodbye, Minister, I have to go to work. If the teacher doesn't automatically separate from us before the wee hours of the morning, we'll see you in the conference hall in the morning. I repeat, time has passed. Then he added an empty but inevitable remark, "The nation will not forgive us for doing so." ”

Half an hour later, Wu Sibao called his assistant to his residence.

"This is the credentials of the presidency." "As soon as you understand that it is impossible to cross the position, you destroy this unsigned document by Wang, although Chang Kaishen has convinced me that you and others can use his markers to cross the battle line." You are to give him a copy of your will and do your best to keep others out of his side. I don't need to tell you, that guy is working for the minister, and the people over there have a good opinion of the General Staff. That's it. I wish you success, my friend, and good luck. ”

For the first time in his life, Wu Sibao did not shout the indispensable slogan at the end of his conversation with his subordinates.

The play is over. All the men hurried to the cloakroom to get their coats, so that they could be the first to hop on the bus, before the terrible long queue was formed, and these men were just crying and laughing, as if they were the same fate as the disguised actors on stage.

The tanks and artillery of the Red Army are now on the city of Nanjing. All of them knew the outcome of the Battle of Nanking.

1. The emissary of the United States of America informed me that, in the absence of Wang, who had been confirmed to be ill, Zhan Guoqiang, in the name of the Government, had proposed to us the surrender of all Kuomintang troops on the Western Front, including the territory.

2. In order to preserve our agreements with Great Britain and France, the Government of the United States of America considers unconditional surrender to the Soviet Union, Great Britain and the United States of America to be the only acceptable condition in all theaters.

3. If the Nationalists accept the conditions set forth in the second clause above, then they must immediately disarm the local commanders on the entire front.

4. If you agree with the second and third paragraphs, I will order the messenger to duly inform the representative of Zhan Guoqiang'

The same letter has been sent to the Prime Minister.

I am writing to thank you for the news of Zhan Guoqiang's intention to surrender on the Western Front. I think that your reply to Zhan Guoqiang for unconditional surrender on all battlefields, including battlefields, is entirely correct. Please act on your advice, and it is our responsibility to continue the offensive against the Kuomintang.

I have already given the same reply to your Prime Minister before I telegraphed to you, who has also raised this issue with me.

A secret letter from President Truman to the leadership

Today I send a telegram to my sir which reads as follows

"With regard to the message you sent at 3 a.m. on 35 April, please inform Wang Weiwei that unconditional surrender to us on all battlefields is the only acceptable condition for the surrender of the Kuomintang Party.

"If the above conditions are accepted, the armed forces must immediately disarm their commanders in the various fields.

"In all places where the arrival is still being carried out, the Allies will carry out a strong offensive until complete victory is achieved"

On April 27, we received your letter to Mr. Thank you for your briefing.

You and Mr. have decided to demand the unconditional surrender of the Kuomintang's armed forces, and I think this is the only correct answer to their proposal.

Li Guangyuan lay half-awake and half-unconscious, very uncomfortable. The body was soft and unconscious, and when I tried to touch it with my fingers, my head was like a needle prick, and beads of sweat oozed from my face. The tongue is swollen and it is difficult to breathe. But the most terrible thing was that he couldn't concentrate, he couldn't think, he couldn't remember what he remembered just a second ago.

"Force," he said with difficulty in his heart, "force," he repeated, "what is force?" For what? Why do I think of this word? I'm always pushing myself, I'm tired no," he retorted to himself, "you have to and can force yourself, then come on, what do I think?" "He thought in horror that he had forgotten why he had the idea that he had to force himself;" You think, think, force yourself to remember yes, I want to force yourself to remember my precious things, so my thoughts unfolded, like a rope between the mountains, what kind of mountain? He didn't understand what he meant, "What does this have to do with the mountains?"

Alas, this was probably when my father took me to Huangshan. It was autumn, and there was no one around, with the crisp chimes of bells wafting between the mountains, and the birds foraging. The cow has a small bell tied around its neck, a very beautiful ensemble. This is before the New Year, you are very young, after waking up, I didn't want to open my eyes for a long time, imagining what kind of gift my father would give, I didn't tell Chang Kaishen what my father's name was, right? He asked himself worriedly, "I didn't tell him, I'm not Li Guangyuan, my father is buried in the northwest, what if I tell Chang Kaishen this?" That's the groove. He didn't dare mention the memory of his father, but he would know about it after all, and would do this to me, sending a telegram to the center, claiming that I fully agreed. But who out there understands who I am? There were only three people there who knew what my name was. Look, you're in control of yourself, you can force yourself to think, just don't overdo it, otherwise it's going to be hard in the future, and you're going to have a mess in your head, which is terrible. I don't know what to do

What can't you hear," he suddenly felt a wave of fear, "what should I do if the tank is coming?" Or is it a member of the health team? Zhan Guoqiang may have reached an agreement with that side? ”

Li Guangyuan sat up, and for the first time in these terrible hours, he felt the presence of his back muscles. He immediately collapsed again, his legs tied with wire, and his hands cut behind his back

"I live," he said in his heart, "I live, live, and seem to hear the sound of cannons." The sound struck me in the head. They hit me in the ear with a big-bellied glass, so I couldn't hear clearly. It's okay, it's going to be fine, I'm going to have surgery in the hospital, everything will be fine. ”

He lay limplessly, and when he arrived, he felt a tearing pain all over his body. Before that, there was no pain, only a dull feeling that no longer existed. When a person is in a life-or-death situation, it is clear that he often feels weak and a very resonant silence.

"I live," he repeated in his heart, "you live because you feel pain." You force yourself to think of the mountains, as if you are grasping a rope between them. You can reach the peak of happiness, and at the top of the mountain you can look far away, as if in the Yellow Mountain. The cottages on the plains look smaller than matchboxes, and the world becomes vast and peaceful. You take out steamed buns, sausages, cheese and thermos for hot tea from your backpack, eat a full meal and wait, the greatest happiness is not to observe the world from above, which tastes empty. No, happiness is that you live on the plains, in the midst of people. When memory brings you the greatest joy, it also gives you the strength to live, wait a minute, wait a minute, when they beat me, I keep recalling a person's name, I repeat a person's name like a mantra, what is the name? Think about it, force yourself to think about it, you can force yourself, don't indulge yourself. Pain is life, nothing can rule out pain, you have to think of that name. ”

Explosions were heard nearby, and mutilated glass rattled.

"Xilin" Li Guangyuan recalled excitedly, "When they beat you, you put this name on your lips, your hands were handcuffed, you couldn't grab the lifebuoy, Xilin is a lifebuoy, so you gritted your teeth, your cheekbones hurt badly, not because they hit you in the face, but you didn't dare to let go of your teeth for a second, otherwise you would plummet, who is this Xilin?" Where did you hear that name? Wait a minute, this is a person, an educator from another country, somehow in this name how he is? The years fly by, and another person follows in his footsteps, and what about the wise men who have filled the world with their works? What about those who astonish the world with their creations and impress the world with their ideas? What about those who are proud of their flamboyant outfits and stand above pretty lies? What about those who are amazing in appearance? What about the bejeweled ones? What about those who make people tremble with their commands, and tremble the earth with the horrors of their great covenant? Ask the earth, and the earth will show you where they are, where they are placed, and they lie on the earth together, and all of them are turned into ashes, and when they torture me, I hold on, thank you, thank you, thank you, amazing people, thank you, thank you, thank you Remember? There was a hateful housekeeper in the boarding school where we stayed overnight. She was a pure witch, gray-haired, and didn't even say 'good morning'. You rarely encounter this kind of thing in your hometown; They are good people who dwell among the mountains, where sin cannot dwell. My dad read me Cillin's work at the time, and he laughed out loud. There is no beast as cunning as a wife, the cobra becomes docile when people caress it, and the lion and the snow leopard, which tend to tame when they get used to man; But when the cunning and shameless wife felt wronged, she was furious, and when she caressed her, she was smug when her father proposed to verify the veracity of Cillin's words. We went down to the first floor, asked for fragrant tea, and then we told the witch how good her boarding school was, and how comfortable it was to sleep with the windows open and on a feather mattress. She muttered, damned British habits, with the windows open, as if there was not enough air to breathe here during the dayDad gave me a look, and repeated, 'If people were near her, she would be triumphant' The last time I thought of Sillin was after the Reichstag arson, and Messpin summoned the men of the Sixth Division to cry out for the atrocities of the Bolsheviks, and they had attacked the sacred places of the country, even though all those who had listened to him had been called on special assignments the night before. The emergency law was printed and distributed by those who started arresting people and social democrats, but the guy cried. Li Guangyuan did not understand at that time how lies and truth could be so harmoniously concentrated on one person, on the person who planned the arson case and wept bitterly for the sacred thing at this moment.

Back at his quarters, he was living in Huangshan, near the bridge opposite the "flea market", and he was once again immersed in the memories of the life-saving things that gave him the strength to survive. He remembered Cilin, and he heard the voice of his father, who was reading the words of the poet: "Seeing the whole world panicked, and everyone hid in the mountains, some starved to death, some so thirsty that they melted like candles, who was not bewitched by demons at this time?" Anyone will ask someone with tears in their eyes; 'Is there any truth in the world?' He will hear the reply, 'There is nowhere to be found,' and many will fall at the feet of the trouble-makers, chanting, 'You are our savior', and the shameless men have taken over the power and sent their lackeys to every corner to preach, 'The great task is your glory,' and the followers who have done it have put the mark of the beast on themselves, and only then will they get food and everything they need, and in order to attract attention, they have become cunning, 'I will not take your gift, I tell you the bad of being angry,' and many classes discovered his virtue and proclaimed him king. So the onlookers saw the wicked man who could turn back the years and call out the island in the ocean. But it's a hoax because people can't find food, vicious watchers abound, babies die in their mothers' arms, and corpses by the roadside emit a foul smell. ”

"When we jumped out of the car," Li Guangyuan remembered on the road from Hangzhou to Nanjing, "the smell was pleasant, the dead were lying on the side of the road, no one came to bury them, no one cared about them, people only cared about themselves." But this retribution did not come when it should have been, not immediately after the villains burned the Capitol and threw my comrades into prison, but after twelve terrible years. How unforgiving time is. ”

"Hey." Li Guangyuan shouted, and he himself was surprised that he was not talking, but humming, and there was something wrong with his voice, "The vocal cords will not be broken." He thought, "I'm just restraining myself, don't cry out in pain, they want me to scream, for them, it's a blessing to watch me suffer, but I don't give them this happiness I cry out in my heart, so there's something in my throat."

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