In the dead of night, a crescent moon hung high in the sky, sprinkled with ten thousand points of silver light, and the streets were empty, except for the occasional walk-by, there was no one left. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The sky is covered by dark clouds and the moon, in the guest room of the hotel, a young man is pacing back and forth, occasionally his expression will reveal a trace of longing and pain, but in the end, when the determination comes to his heart, he lies down in front of the desk and writes hard.

“…… Those who kneel, this is the last gift of the child, and the person who arrives at home will be no longer in the world for a long time. It is not a pity that the death of the child is not a pity that he did not tell his mother about the first incident, which is really a great crime, so the reason for his death is his mother. Since Manchuria entered the customs, he has abused our Han people in every way. To this day, external persecution and partition are ...... If the Manchurian government does not go away, China will not be spared from peril for a day. Therefore, if you want to protect the land of the whole country, you must start from the fullest, which everyone knows. The child has been planning this for a long time, but the time has not come, so he forbears the end. They conspired with comrades at home and abroad to revolt in order to fill the government and save the motherland. The survival of the motherland is at stake. If the event fails, China will not be spared, 40,000 people will die, and not one will die; If it is done, 40,000 people will live, and even if the children die, they will be happy......"

When he wrote the pen left for his mother, tears kept pouring out of Chen Qinglin's eyes, and he thought of his mother, who was born when his father died 5 months before him, and he became a posthumous son. When his mother gave birth to him, she lived in a hostel next to Qinglin Bridge on Pingjiang Road in Loumen, Suzhou, and asked a famous local midwife to deliver the baby. A few days after he was born, his mother carried him back to the compound of the Chen Mansion in Tongli. After being born in a famous family, his mother knew how to read and reason, and since he was 5 years old, she personally taught him to write. Historical scriptures are taken from the scriptures and used macros. Three years ago, my mother trained him better. personally sent him to study under the Confucian Zhu Xinglu of Changzhou. It was there that he met Mr. Tan and devoted himself to the anti-Qing cause.

“…… When he was young, he was impatient and generous. The mother often exhorts the Da Su family to be able to endure, and takes the word for the child to endure and forbear, so that the child will live a life based on forbearance and live in peace. Ran Er was born in today's China, and it is as bloody as promised. If the family and country are not there, how can I "tolerate" ......"

When the pen is moving, tears drip on the letter from time to time,

"When a husband and son are alive, they cannot make meritorious contributions to strengthen the motherland, so that their compatriots can enjoy happiness, and they will be happy to die of struggle; And to die for the motherland is also righteous. The child is twenty and six years old, and he has a responsibility for the family. If the state can't protect it, then the net worth can't be guaranteed either. Even for the sake of wealth, he has to survive in death. Those who are trying their best to fulfill their responsibilities to the state today are the so-called defense of their families. When the revolution succeeded, all the people in my family were new Chinese nationals, and their children and grandchildren could be safed for a long time. But from now on, if you can't be filial in front of your mother, it's really unfilial ......"

Finally when he finished writing the last sentence, Chen Qinglin, who could no longer suppress his inner emotions, cried bitterly, the suppressed cry was hard to imagine from his throat, standing outside the door and listening to the suppressed cry of his friend coming from the room, Jin Songcen also turned his back to the front room, and the originally red eyes burst into tears again.

The tears of the two people inside and outside the door flowed, but the tears that flowed could not extinguish the fiery sincerity in the young man's heart, and after a while until the crying in the room completely disappeared, Jin Songcen wiped the tears on his face with his sleeves, and wiped his face with both hands before knocking on the door:

"Peren, can you write it?"

According to the requirements of the uprising, they will write a letter before the uprising, and after the unified collection, there will be a special person to keep it, so that it will be sent to future generations.

Lifting the pen, the pen weighs a thousand pounds, and at this time Tan Sitong doesn't even know what he should write, write it to his father? My father was a high-ranking official of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and he knew the national feelings, but how could my father believe it? can only write to his brother and inform him of his feelings, and after the letter with his brother is written, Tan Sitong has a problem in another letter left with his wife.

"The Leap Wife is like a face:"

After writing these four words, Tan Si didn't know what to write at the same time, and after nine years of marriage, the two got together less and separated more, and now how can he tell the reason for joining the revolution in the letter?

"Nine years of marriage, the original covenant to die, I now break the alliance! I write this letter by hand, and I am still one in the world; When you read this letter, I have become a ghost, and I am a ghost in the world, and I have no words to say. But although this body is gone, this love is unswerving, although the small self is destroyed, the big self remains. Life and life, live together in the lotus, such as the same life bird as Yingling Viga, flying with wings, you can also laugh at each other......"

Tan Sitong, who was full of children's tenderness in his heart for a while, did not know the righteousness in the letter, but the endless thoughts.

“…… May you regard glory as a dream, regard death and disgrace as a common thing, have no joy or sorrow, and listen to nature. I will be with you in the Western Elysium, and he will be reunited and reunited. My soul is not far away, and the dream of the soul of the king is dependent, and I hope that you will send ......"

After writing the last two words "Sitong", Xu was because of the affection in his heart, and because of the uprising, he needed to cut off his feelings, so that the last word was a change, and after the three farewell letters were written, Tan Sitong just waited for the ink to dry, then put his letter into the envelope, and wrote the names of his brother and wife on the envelope, he stood up, and finally looked at the time, there were still three hours.

Three hours later, the uprising will start, and he will personally lead a hundred people to dare to attack the governor's yamen and other key points!

"Da, da......"

In the newspaper room of the Hangzhou Telegraph Bureau, the ticking sound of telegrams was incessant, including telegrams received locally and telegrams transferred to other stations.

But in fact, his mind was not on the telegram, but on the impending uprising, and he occasionally took out his pocket watch to look at it, and it was already 1 o'clock in the morning, and in half an hour, the uprising would be launched throughout Hangzhou, and the uprising would be attended not only by local comrades, but also by comrades who had returned from Korea, including more than a dozen friends who had arrived from Guangdong, and who would also take part in the uprising.

In the past month and a half, everything has been moving step by step like the hour hand on the clock, there seems to be no accident at all, so smooth and completely beyond Lu Haodong's imagination, but at this time, the more he gets to the end, the more his heart can't be calm.

Will the uprising be a success or a failure?

This question not only troubled Lu Haodong, but also troubled Sun Wen, who was preparing in the Renji Western Medical Hall, not far from the governor's yamen, ostensibly a doctor, but in fact he had been engaged in anti-Qing propaganda activities in the past few years, and when he received Lu Haodong's letter, he was very excited and immediately rushed to Hangzhou to try to get in touch with the revolutionary comrades in Hangzhou.

Although after getting acquainted with local comrades, he was deeply touched. On the other hand, however, he was keenly aware that the comrades in Jiangsu and Zhejiang had left him and the comrades in Guangdong far behind in the anti-Qing cause, and that after this uprising, the "Liberation Society" led by Tan Si and others would certainly cause a sensation throughout the country.

Sun Wen walked to the window, looked towards the silent night alley, with the faint moonlight, looking at the stone road that was reflected silver by the moonlight, he seemed to see the scene of the stone road being stained red with blood.

As he gazed at the stone pavement, behind him, medicines, bandages, and other items had been placed to treat the wounded comrades after the uprising began.

"I don't know, how long will it take!"

When Sun Wen was in the middle of the medical hall, Haodong in the telegraph office had reached the point where the second was like a year, so that even the newspaper clerk occasionally called him, as if he had not heard it, and his mind was completely absent from the newspaper room, and even the newspaper clerk in the newspaper room was aware of the abnormality of the night shift foreman today.

Picking up the pocket watch again, Lu Haodong looked at the time, at 1:25 in the morning, the uprising would start in 5 minutes, so he said to the newspaper clerk in the newspaper room.

"I'll go to the office and get something, you guys will be busy first!"

While speaking, Lu Haodong walked out of the newspaper room and entered his office, he sat on the chair with great excitement in his heart, first took a few deep breaths to calm the excitement in his heart, even so, when he opened the drawer, his hands still couldn't help but tremble slightly, and even when he took out the two pistols, his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Calm, calm, must be calm!"

When he repeatedly said this to himself in his heart, Lu Haodong stuffed two pistols into his waist, and after standing up, he held on to the desk and inhaled to calm down the excitement, but the hour hand did not give him too much time to calm down, when the minute pointed to 28 minutes, Lu Haodong, who knew that he had to enter the newspaper room, finally took a deep breath, walked out of the office, and re-entered the newspaper room. He continued to devote himself to his own work.

Unlike before, Lu Haodong was standing by the door, but his ears were listening to the sounds outside, all of which were as serious as not wanting to miss the most beautiful melody, and at the same time silently counting down in his heart.

“3、2、1……”

Just as he counted down to the last second, there didn't seem to be a sound coming from that silent night, what was going on? Could it be that the uprising was postponed? Just as the tense sweat flowed from Lu Haodong's forehead, suddenly, the silence of midnight was broken by a violent explosion, one, two, three rings...... More than a dozen explosions exploded one after another inside and outside the city, even the telegraph operator who was careful to decode was startled by the sudden explosion, just when they were about to get up, they saw the foreman blocking the door, Lu Haodong pulled down the power of the telegraph again, and the telegraph that was still ticking instantly quieted down. Looking at the somewhat confused announcer, he pulled out a revolver.

"Don't move!"

(Finally, the first shot was fired against the Qing Dynasty, and how will this shot end?) Hehe, that's a question! Add more today, and ask for a guaranteed monthly pass next month! (To be continued.) )