On March 11, 1925, Lin Zixuan received a call and hurried to Gu Weijun's house in Iron Lion Hutong.

There were a lot of people gathered in the courtyard, some in the courtyard, some in the garden, talking softly to each other, no one was noisy, and the whole courtyard was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

Lin Zixuan probably knew a few people, most of whom were from Guangzhou, as well as representatives of the Beiyang government and advisers to foreign embassies.

As the most influential political figure in China in this era, Sun Zhongshan is influencing the future political landscape of China, and all forces need to grasp the latest news.

He had no intention of talking to these people, and walked towards the courtyard of the second entrance, where Sun Zhongshan lived.

He received a call from Miss Song Jiasan, and when He Xiangning checked his condition in the morning, he found that Sun Zhongshan's pupils began to dilate, which was not a good phenomenon.

Lin Zixuan came to Sun Zhongshan's residence and met Wang Jingwei head-on.

The two had traveled together in Hangzhou before, watched the Qiantang tide together, and later met a few times in Shanghai, so they were acquainted.

At this time, Wang Jingwei was Sun Zhongshan's cronies.

He nodded to Lin Zixuan, whispered the current situation, and left in a hurry, he also had to notify the other personnel to come and see Sun Zhongshan for the last time.

In fact, after Sun Zhongshan moved out of Union Hospital, he did not give up diagnosis and treatment, and tried many methods.

Including psychiatric treatment and it is said to be the latest anti-cancer drug developed in Japan, but the effect is not good, and the condition continues to deteriorate.

Lin Zixuan knew that even in later generations, cancer was a problem that the medical community had not overcome, and it was good to say in the early days that there was hope for a cure if he insisted on treatment. In the late stage, there is little hope.

He saw Song Ziwen and Sun Zhongshan's eldest son, Sun Jiao, as well as Song Qianling and He Xiangning and others. It seems to be talking about the testamentary thing.

He didn't walk over, only looked at it from a distance.

Not for a while. Song Ziwen walked over, his face was haggard, it could be seen that these days were not good, and they comforted each other a few words.

From Song Ziwen, Lin Zixuan knew the intention of letting him come over.

Sun Zhongshan's death is a major event, and when the time comes, all walks of life in Beiping will react, after all, this is the place of the Beiyang government, and there may be some unexpected situations. Especially the news media.

In fact, they received news that some newspapers had opinions about Sun Zhongshan and might publish some reports that were unfavorable to Sun Zhongshan.

Lin Zixuan has a certain influence in the literary world and the press circles, and he hopes that Lin Zixuan can pay attention to the trends in these two aspects, deliver news in a timely manner, and deal with it as soon as possible.

Lin Zixuan also has newspapers and magazines in Beiping, which can play a role in publicity.

This matter involves the game of forces of all parties, and all aspects must be taken into account. No one knows what will happen, their roots are in Guangdong, and they don't have much influence in Beiping.

At the very least, Lin Zixuan is a trustworthy person.

At this time. Wang Jingwei brought a few people over, all of whom were important figures of the Guangzhou Nationalist Government.

They walked into Sun Zhongshan's bedroom together, which was to witness Sun Zhongshan's signing of the will.

Lin Zixuan followed Song Ziwen's instructions and came to the west wing of the house. saw the third lady of the Song family, and the two sat in the room. Looking at the bleak daylight outside, I didn't have much of a mood to speak.

At this time. In front of Sun Zhongshan's sickbed, Wang Jingwei presented two wills to Sun Zhongshan, and Sun Jiao handed the pen to his father.

But Sun Zhongshan didn't even have the strength to sign, seeing Sun Zhongshan holding the pen trembling and unable to hold himself, Song Qianling tearfully held his wrist and asked him to sign.

Although Sun Zhongshan's wrist strength is very weak, the words "Sun Wen, signed on March 11" are very clear.

After Sun Zhongshan signed, Wang Jingwei signed under the pen reporter.

Song Ziwen, Shao Yuanchong, Dai Ensai, Sun Ke, Wu Jingheng, He Xiangning, Kong Xiangxi, Dai Jitao, Zou Lu and other nine people present also signed under the certifier.

In the afternoon, Sun Zhongshan's consciousness was not very clear.

Lin Zixuan walked outside and saw a Soviet man.

This person's name was Borodin, and he was the plenipotentiary representative of the Soviet Nationalist Government in Guangzhou, responsible for contacting the Soviet government to send a military advisory group and transferring money and weapons to support the Whampoa Military Academy.

He also went to the military school several times to present the experience of the October Revolution and the life and political work of the Soviet Red Army.

This Soviet man was arguing with Wang Jingwei about something, it seemed to be related to the will, Lin Zixuan couldn't hear it clearly, and he was not interested, so he walked away.

In the evening, Sun Zhongshan was slightly sober and saw some people, and Lin Zixuan was among them.

Sun Zhongshan looked a little surprised when he saw Lin Zixuan.

When he was in Shanghai, he invited Lin Zixuan to go north together, but Lin Zixuan refused, he valued Lin Zixuan's international influence more and was able to make his voice heard for China.

But obviously Lin Zixuan has no ambition to help the world, and only wants to be alone.

At the last moment, he beckoned to Lin Zixuan, wanted to say something but couldn't say anything, just patted Lin Zixuan's hand to express his feelings.

Lin Zixuan held Sun Zhongshan's hand, leaned over and whispered something in his ear.

"Sir, rest assured, China's future will be stronger."

He is talking about the future generations, although China is facing many challenges, but its economic development and national strength are strong, and it can be regarded as a big country in the world.

Lin Zixuan experienced that era and knew what the future would look like.

Sun Zhongshan thought that Lin Zixuan understood what he meant and was willing to work hard for the country, so he showed a look of relief and said a few words with difficulty.

"Peace, struggle, save China."

Lin Zixuan nodded, let go of his hand, and retreated to the back, there were still many people waiting to meet Sun Zhongshan.

In the evening, he returned to the Beijing Hotel, could not sleep for a long time, and when he woke up the next day, he received bad news.

At 9 o'clock on March 12, 1925, Sun Zhongshan left this world.

Sun Zhongshan's mourning hall is located in the auditorium of Peking Union Medical College.

Lin Zixuan is quite familiar with this place, a year ago, Tagore visited China, and it was in this auditorium that the Crescent Society celebrated Tagore's birthday, and he and Lin Huiyin and others performed the poetry drama "Zidra".

On March 14, the embassies of various countries in China went to the hospital to offer condolences.

On the same day, Duan Ruirui's government convened an extraordinary meeting of the National Assembly, passed a bill to hold a state funeral for Sun Zhongshan, and the Ministry of Finance allocated 100,000 yuan for the funeral.

On March 15, heavy snow fell, and mourners lined up to go to the hospital to pay their respects.

On March 19, more than 100,000 people stood solemnly along the way from Union Hospital to Central Park, and wreaths and couplets were everywhere.

The funeral procession was spectacular, with 300 security officers opening the way, followed by a huge military band, then tens of thousands of representatives from all walks of life, and then a heavily armed escort procession.

This was followed by foreign representatives, attachés and people living in China, followed by more than 100 relatives.

After the relatives, it was the coffin and the staff who carried it, and Song Qianling rode in a blue glass carriage with the coffin.

Along the way, three planes flew slowly, scattering their statues in the air, and firing a gun salute every five minutes on the road at the front gate.

Lin Zixuan followed the team forward, feeling the thick sad atmosphere around him, and he silently blessed in his heart.

Good way, sir! (To be continued.) )