Chapter 1: Leaving Home (Part 2I)

Just when Zhang Youcai's family was sad and depressed for the departure of their third son, the third Zhang Songling took a little wandering joy in his heart, took the train from south to north and ran to Beiping without stopping.

For the first time in his life, he was not arranged by his father to make his own decisions, and then for the first time in his life, he "defeated" his most feared brother. As for the sadness of being away from his relatives, Zhang Songling has not felt it in a short time. At least, he won't feel the excitement of the first solo flight until it's gone.

This excited state of mind seriously affected his mood. So much so that when I sang the rescue song with my newly acquainted companions, I couldn't sing the sense of sadness, urgency and responsibility in the original work, on the contrary, it also affected everyone's performance, making other companions start to run and tune!

"Students, everyone rise up and take responsibility for the rise and fall of the world!

Listen up! The ears are full of the sorrows of the public, and behold, the land is being lost year after year!

Are we going to choose "war" or "surrender"?

We're going to be masters and we're going to die on the battlefield......"

"Stop, classmate Zhang Songling, can you be more serious. Looking at you like that, it's like you just stole a big piece of honey, how can you have half the pain of ruining the country and your family! Fang Guoqiang, the deputy team leader, couldn't stand Zhang Songling's smug look, and couldn't help but stop the song in practice again and scolded loudly.

"I, I haven't studied before, I really haven't learned!" Like a schoolboy who made a mistake, Zhang Songling touched the back of his head and smiled wryly.

In his mind, there are many poems of the ancients going to the battlefield, what "Pipa wine luminous cup, if you want to drink pipa, urge immediately!" ", what "why don't the men take Wu Hook and collect Guanshan Fifty Prefectures", what "Fubo only wishes to return the body, why does Dingyuan need to be born into the customs", these poems are either generous or heroic, but they have nothing to do with the grief and indignation that Fang Guoqiang needs.

"Close your eyes and think about it, think about the classmates in Northeast China and North China, and think about what it will be like for them to watch their hometown fall inch by inch, but they can't exert any effort! Later, the train will stop again, and we will have to perform at the next platform. If you still can't find the feeling, just stay in the car and don't hold everyone back! Seeing Zhang Songling's ignorant expression, Fang Guoqiang felt that his head was as big as a fence. He regrets it now, how could he agree to the proposal of another team leader, Zhou Jue, and absorb such a half-big doll into the Blood Flower Society. Isn't this just self-infliction? Looking at his innocent face, it is estimated that he will go to Beiping to participate in the Anti-Japanese War as a long-distance trip! There are still people who eat and live and don't have to pay for it! I really don't know what Zhou Jue and the others think, I really don't know how this stupid and heartless baby face graduated from the National No. 1 Middle School!

Dafang is right, the expression on Xiao Zhang's face is indeed far from the artistic conception that the song wants to express. However, his positive practice attitude is still worth encouraging. Another team leader, Zhou Jue, saw that Fang Guoqiang's tone was getting heavier and heavier, so he quickly stood up from the adjacent seat and took over the conversation with a smile, "In this way, everyone will take a break first and exchange their experiences with each other." I went with Dafang to find the conductor and arrange a charity performance time later! ”

"Ah, haha, but I can rest for a while!" Not only is Zhang Songling's feeling far from the artistic conception of the song, but most of the people in the team are just "worried about singing new songs". Hearing Zhou Jue's proposal to rest, he immediately expressed his approval with cheers.

"This ......." Fang Guoqiang was reluctant in his heart, but he was dragged by Zhou Jue and walked to the next carriage. Watching his back disappear behind the rows of seats, several other young people in the group smiled and stepped forward and patted Zhang Songling on the shoulder, expressing sympathy for his plight.

"Ignore him. That poker face, when he saw everyone, it was as if he owed him hundreds of dollars! The first person to take the initiative to fight for Zhang Songling is called Lu Qing, a second-year student in the Department of Mechanical Engineering of National Shandong University. It turned out that he had also studied in the National No. 1 Middle School, and he was Zhang Songling's senior and alumnus. The man was very white, with ten slender and straight fingers, and it looked like he should not have been born in the palm of a man's hand at all.

"You're really right, Dafang is in the student union, and his nickname is "Square J". The second person who stepped forward to cry out for Zhang Songling was Tian Qingyu, a backbone of the student self-government association of Shandong University. He is lively, generous, and knows a lot of secrets in the school.

"That's it, no wonder I feel uncomfortable when I see him!"

"Will he laugh or not, you say, will he laugh or not! Professor Zhu too, why did you find such a guy to take us! ”

Hearing that he had brought out Fang Guoqiang's old bottom, several other team members also spoke. You say a word, I say a word, a small vent of dissatisfaction after being "oppressed".

As the little brother who has just joined the gang, Zhang Songling naturally chose to be silent in his senses. In fact, he didn't think Fang Guoqiang's attitude towards him was so bad. In addition to a few large households, other families, even if parents love their children, they will not let their children learn how to do business directly with them. Usually in the early tens, the child is handed over to a reliable friend to be an apprentice, and the friend is clearly explained, beaten when he should be beaten, scolded when he should be scolded, and cleaned up like his own child. And when a friend is entrusted, he will definitely not be relenting. Punishments such as beating palms, starving for food, and kneeling on the washboard are all light, and they are heavier, and they are directly pumped on the buttocks with fire chopsticks, even if the child's parents pass by and see it, they will never say anything to stop it. On the contrary, they will feel that the master is doing his best, or he will be more productive in the future.

Zhang Songling has never been an apprentice, but he once saw with his own eyes how his two elder brothers were smoked by the master with fire chopsticks when they were apprentices. Therefore, a few verbal lessons from the other side of Guoqiang are not regarded as the same thing at all. I just feel that I should really integrate into this team as soon as possible, and don't let Fang Guoqiang find an excuse to drive himself home.

The more he was silent, the more everyone felt that Fang Guoqiang's behavior just now was excessive. Not to mention the admirable determination of the little guy when he refused to go home with his brother yesterday. Even for the sake of his youngest and everyone's junior, he shouldn't be treated so harshly. No matter how stupid the students who came out of our National No. 1 Middle School, they are smarter than those gentlemen from the No. 7 and No. 10 middle schools. Besides, they are still in the top ten of their grades, and they have taken the principal's handwritten recommendation letter.

Long before deciding to join, Zhang Songling already had some understanding of this team. Listening to the chatter of everyone, it has deepened on the original basis.

The name of this team is the Blood Flower Society, and it is a progressive group within the National Shandong University. Most of the main members are freshmen and sophomores, and the two team leaders, Zhou Jue and Fang Guoqiang, graduated from their senior year this year.

In March this year, Japan dispatched more than 20 warships to show off its military might in the waters of Qingdao, and the students of Shandong University were deeply stimulated and angrily shouted the slogan "I am willing to go to the national disaster with blood." The Blood Flower Society organized a number of voluntary performances and prepared a large amount of food and salary for the Third Army stationed in Shandong. (Note 1)

The Japanese threat in Qingdao did not achieve the desired effect, but instead stimulated the blood of the Shandong people. As a last resort, he turned to increase troops near Beiping in an attempt to pressure Song Zheyuan to break away from the central government's autonomy. The backbone of the Blood Flower Society deeply felt that the national disaster was imminent, and raised a batch of donations and sent them to the 29th Army in Beiping.

However, financial support alone is far from enough for the Chinese military. The young people who have their blood hidden in their hearts are well aware of the country's chronic diseases and the numbness of the people. Therefore, they are willing to use their blood to wake up the country and the nation. Therefore, after the meeting, they voted to organize a group of backbone cadres to go to Beiping in person, so that the soldiers could see and feel with their own eyes the heart of Shandong students. Let the soldiers stationed in Beiping know that they are not only fighting alone, the people of Shandong are behind them, and the people of the entire China are standing behind them!

The whole team sang and got on the train going north, all the way, singing in the carriage and singing on the platform. Sing it when you eat and sing it when you walk. sang from Qingdao to Jinan, and from Jinan to Lucheng and Liucheng. The passengers in the carriage went up and down, and also scattered the fire all along the way. Of course, this may just be the wishful thinking of the two team leaders and most of the students of the Blood Flower Club, but at least so far, every performance of the group has received an enthusiastic response from the passengers.

Many gentry and ladies generously donated money and materials, and entrusted the students to bring their support for the Anti-Japanese War to Beiping along the way. Many middle school students who took the same train also stood up and took the initiative to help the Blood Flower Society. Even like Zhang Songling, he took the initiative to ask to join the team.

However, the two team leaders, Zhou Jue and Fang Guoqiang, were very active in accepting donations, but refused most of the students to join halfway. They thought that it would be enough to show the defenders of Hebei and Beiping the support of the Shandong students, and to have themselves and these companions of the Blood Flower Society. Middle school students are still young and should not spill their blood on the battlefield. Instead, it should be left for the future to contribute to the reorganization of China's mountains and rivers.

The only exception is probably Zhang Songling. It's not just that after he met the members of the Blood Flower Society, he was the most active and outstanding. It's not just that he plays fast with his abacus and contributes a lot to the statistics of donations. There is another reason that cannot be concealed is that he graduated from National No. 1 Middle School this year, and most of the backbone of the Blood Flower Club are from the same middle school.

Seniors lead juniors, they are both reasonable and impeccable. Therefore, although the deputy team leader Fang Guoqiang put on a poker face, he still couldn't veto the opinion of the majority. According to the democratic principles that they had just learned, the backbone of the Blood Flower Society made the deputy leader a real minority. At the same time, he secretly encouraged his junior brother, looking forward to his better performance to prove Fang Guoqiang's short-sightedness.

After discussing for a while, everyone's thoughts returned to the topic. No matter how harsh it is, Fang Guoqiang's accusation is not a bone in the egg, and the talent of the junior brother in vocal music is indeed not flattering.

"We don't want to be slaves and rise to the top!" Someone hummed the graduation song again, and motioned Zhang Songling to follow him to learn with his eyes.

"We are the fragrance of peach and plum today, and the neem beam of society tomorrow!" Someone hummed softly, trying to soothe the tune so that Zhang Songling could remember the lyrics and rhythm.

"We are singing together today, and tomorrow we will set off a huge wave of national self-help!" Someone made peace with each other, and at the same time gently patted Zhang Songling's back with his other hand.

The warmth of that hand and the melody of the lyrics were sent into Zhang Songling's heart. He looked up with a smile and kept up to the beat of the big guy, "Big waves, big waves, keep growing!"

Students! Students! Quickly take out your strength and take on the rise and fall of the world! ”

"Students, everyone rise up and take responsibility for the rise and fall of the world!

Listen up! The ears are full of the sorrows of the public, and behold, the land is being lost year after year!

Are we going to choose "war" or "surrender"?

We want to be masters and die on the battlefield......" (Note 2)

The song follows the dilapidated railway, slowly north, north.

Note 1: The Third Route Army of the Northwest Army, the army directly under Han Fuqu. In 1938, it was expanded into the Third Army of the National Revolutionary Army.

Note 2: The graduation song, Tian Hanci Nie Erqu, was written in 1934 and influenced young students across the country at that time.