The cruise ship continues to move forward, setting off a burst of foaming waves on the calm sea! Shanghai is already in sight. The sunset was big and round, floating above the sky and the sea, the blue water was dyed red by the sunset, and the seagulls skimmed low across the stern of the boat, chasing the passing waves.

At this time, Zhang Feng was standing on the bow deck of the Xijing Maru, and the closer he was to the motherland, the more he felt his blood boiling. China, this vast land, will become his vertical and horizontal frontier in the future, and he will create immortal achievements here.

"Zhang Feng, a Chinese in Fuyang County, Anhui Province, volunteered to join the Imperial Han Guangfu Society, expelled the Manchus, restored China, and sought the liberation of the nation at home and the strength of the nation abroad! Create the political axe of the nation, and the gods will inspect it! ”

Two months ago, in a hotel in Yokohama, 658 students were sworn in the banquet hall of the hotel, Zhang Feng and the participants stood up together, put his left hand on the text of the "Edict of the Yuanyuan", raised his right hand upward, and swore to join the restoration of the imperial Han Dynasty.

The oath is modeled after the way in which European and American countries testify in court, with the aim of strengthening the member's aspiration to join the association.

"The State of Revenge!"

muttered in his heart, the night has quietly fallen, I don't know if it is because of the night after the sunset fades, or because Zhang Feng is excited, a burning blush appeared on his resolute face. It's as red as a blood flag!

"Let's let our generation bleed!"

With both palms slapping heavily on the railing of the ship's side, Zhang Feng's expression showed a bit of fortitude and determination.

In Shanghai in spring, anyone can feel its beating strong pulse, which is a kind of vigorous vitality, especially in Pudong, whether it is the concession or Pudong is different from the bank of the Xianghe River where Zhang Feng has lived for 28 years, there are towering high-rise buildings, shops that he has never seen when he stayed in Shanghai, all kinds of Western-style carriages passing through the streets, and even some cars that are rare in Yueben.

Is it here four years ago, when he boarded a merchant ship bound for the East when he passed through Shanghai, Pudong was full of rice paddies and some foreign warehouses along the river? He was so lively and so crowded and busy...... And the one who made all this is "Mr. Crutch!" Thinking of this, Zhang Feng's expression showed some joy, today he is going to meet the long-lost Mr. Crutch, and in addition to publishing articles in the "Enlightenment" magazine, Mr. Crutch also has the identity of "President of the Imperial Han Restoration Association", which is the result of the election of the participants in his absence.

"This Pudong is becoming more and more like a big city!"

With such admiration in his heart, Zhang Feng walked along this smooth sidewalk, compared to the smooth asphalt road, the red brick paved sidewalk is relatively "simple", but thinking that this is a big city built by the Chinese themselves, how to look at it is how to like this place.

"It's ...... Traffic light"

When the red light on the light stand at the intersection was lit up, there was a policeman standing in the middle of the road with a small flag and a whistle, preventing Zhang Feng from continuing to walk forward.

Pudong's traffic lights are the first of their kind, and in Tokyo there are even newspapers suggesting that such traffic lights should be introduced, as if the Shanghai concession is considering adopting such traffic lights.

The reason why he walked around Pudong before visiting the "Mr. Crutch" was that Zhang Feng wanted to explore that person from this "city" that was all managed by industrial companies.

Although there are many shops in Pudong, there are many vacant shops, and there are not as many pedestrians on the road as there are in the concession, but it looks very orderly, just like those policemen who whistle and carry flags, Zhang Feng even deliberately followed a few policemen with black and white batons to walk around, those industrial policemen were licensed by Liu Kunyi, the former governor of Liangjiang, and those policemen did not see the concession patrol, but seemed to walk in a scattered step, occasionally when passing a shop, hang a notebook on the wall of the store, and sign their names.

"It's a bit like a big city, but the street has fallen into space, and I can't see many people!"

Looking at this somewhat empty street, Zhang Feng couldn't help but feel a little pity, but looking at the construction sites on both sides of the street, he could understand that after all, everything here is a start-up, and it will take a long time to develop.

"Let's go to Chen's Mansion after lunch!"

The sun was shining at noon in early spring, and the slightly cool spring breeze was warmed by the afternoon sun, sitting in the garden, Chen Moran fell there with a pen and wrote an article, everyone he would send an article signed "Mr. Crutch" to the "Qizhi" magazine, and now Mr. Crutch has already entered the blacklist of the Qing political axe, and his reputation in this book even far exceeds the name of "Zhongshan".

"Recently, people with lofty ideals in China have lamented the situation of the storm, grief and indignation, worried about the fragmentation of mountains and rivers, afraid of the decline of the race, and want to be angry and friends...... I once said that China is now ......"

When he stopped his pen and thought about how to polish it, a maid came up and bowed slightly.

"Sir, someone is looking for you!"

Hand over a letter with both hands. When he opened the letter, he saw the familiar three-color stripe, and then he looked at the content of the letter, it was introduced by Niu Yongjian, although the Liberation Association would introduce a few people to the Whampoa Sports School every one or two months, but there were really not many people who could be introduced by Niu Yongjian to see him.

After all, the identity of the "crutch" in the outside world is kept secret.

"Invite him here!"

After a few minutes, the maid led a young man of almost thirty years of age into the garden, of medium height, with a hairline behind, with a thick beard on his upper lip, and a suitcase in his hand, with a slight tiredness on his face, but his eyes were deep and resolute.

"You're Mr. Crutch!"

Zhang Feng, who put down the suitcase, bowed slightly, and then introduced himself.

"My name is Zhang Feng, a native of Fuyang County, Anhui Province, graduated from the Law Department of Tokyo Imperial University, and am a ......."

"Yongjian wrote very clearly in the letter, welcome to you! Homosexuals! ”

Before he finished introducing himself, Chen Moran stretched out his right hand and shook hands with the visitor tightly, and at the same time warmly invited him to sit down.

"Please, please!"

For almost every person introduced by Niu Yongjian and others to meet him, Chen Moran is very polite, they are all a group of real hot-blooded young people, but what about himself? There is nothing you can give them except respect.

After sitting down in the garden, the two of them began to talk at first sight.

"Sir, I'm really happy to see you, as early as last year, when the first edition of "Riverboat Night Talk" was published, I had already read Mr.'s masterpiece, Mr. can be said to be a person who wakes up in a dream, and I am ashamed to say it!"

Lowering his head slightly, Zhang Feng showed some shame.

"A few years ago, I was involved in the battle for royalism, but because I was afraid of the flames of revolution, I was at least ashamed to think that as a dignified Han person, I was willing to protect the imperial court of Manchurian......"

When Zhang Feng spoke, Chen Moran just smiled and said nothing, his "Mr. Crutch" may not have other achievements, but there is one achievement, that is, stirring up the situation between revolution and royalism, not all Chinese agree with the revolution, on the contrary, many people are wary and skeptical of the revolution, but they are angry about the situation but powerless, in the end some of them chose the revolution, while the other part chose the royalist, and some chose neutrality.

All the sins of the Manchu Qing Dynasty were attributed to the "unification of foreign races", not to mention the progress of the republic or the barbarism of the imperial system, but only to the restoration of the nation, as for the future of the nation, no one can be the master of the nation, Kang Youwei's emperor of the foreign race cannot do it, the revolutionary party cannot either, and the minority has no right to decide the fate of the majority and the future of the country.

“…… When the nation is restored, all the citizens of China can decide the fate of China! ”

This is exactly the "argument" that Chen Moran used to attract people, when Zhang Feng spoke, Chen Moran just took out a cigarette from the gunmetal-colored cigarette case, made a request and was declined, and then lit one himself.

The two talked from time to time, from the beginning of the restraint, to the later openness, from the current situation to the nation, and finally talked back to the words that Chen Moran used to attract people.

When Zhang Feng mentioned those stories or anecdotes related to justice, Chen Moran sat there in a daze, lost in thought, and did not realize that the smoke had burned out.

"Justice is the last line of defense for social fairness and justice!"

If it is said that in those 20 years, Chen Moran's biggest emotion is that this judicial justice, the balance has never been fair, and it is always left and right of money and power.

Judicial justice is the last line of defense for social justice, and justice is unfair to society. I've seen it, and I've almost experienced it myself, so when Zhang Feng talked about the judicial darkness of the Qing political axe from the cabbage case and the contrast between the relative justice of Europe and the United States and even the plain justice, Chen Moran couldn't help but sigh.

"Not to mention now, even a hundred years from now, how difficult it is to achieve judicial justice!"

This sigh is always somewhat powerless, and even for Chen Moran, the fair and just society of justice is, to a certain extent, just an unattainable "ideal", and the social reality is cruel.

That kind of cruel social reality will always shatter the dreams of idealists, you can't stand my worst side, you can't see my best side, whenever faced with these realities, Chen Moran will always comfort himself so much.

"Sir, even if it's difficult, you have to do it! Just like this liberation nation, no matter how difficult it is and how much blood is shed, someone always has to do it! If it is good, there will be no change, and the same is true of judicial justice, and it can even be said that if the nation is restored, there is still no justice and justice in the judiciary, so even if the nation is restored, what is the difference between foreign slavery? It's just a change of master! ”

At this time, Zhang Feng showed a little excitement in the blandness.

"As you once said, the history of China is not so much history as a history of bloody reincarnation with a new name every few decades, the oppression of the emperors and princes and ministers who have changed their names, and the Li people, who are as small as ants who have changed their names, are prosperous and the people are suffering; Death, the people suffer, China has no history, only the rise and fall of dynasties, thousands of years of reincarnation, in the final analysis, or the imbalance of social justice, and the imbalance of social justice is caused by the imbalance of judicial justice! …… If it is not changed in the future, even if the national regime is established, then dozens of years later, a hundred years later, it may be another bloodshed! ”

Zhang Feng's warning only made Chen Moran, who was originally silent, feel a cool breath surging through his spine.

The cycle of reincarnation he is talking about is an article published by Chen Moran in the magazine Qizhi, and the history of thousands of years has repeated a terrible periodic law over and over again: new officials or rich people begin to oppress and exploit the Chinese people under the support of the state apparatus of the political axe, and the Chinese people will at first be like a spring being pressed against the initial pressure without resistance, and this kind of submissive weakness has also led to the officials or rich people under the support of the political axe to begin to rise up unscrupulously and carry out more fierce and cruel oppression and exploitation against the Chinese peopleUntil the degree of oppression and exploitation gradually approaches and touches the bottom line of the Chinese people's survival, the spring is pressed to the critical point of rebounding or breaking.

It was not until the Chinese people were forced to the point of no retreat for life and death that the Chinese people were finally forced to endure all the suppressed anger in the process of oppression and exploitation.

It's a helpless and inescapable reality, and who can do anything about this kind of samsara?

"Justice, since Mr. years ago talked about this amazing bloody reincarnation, I have been looking through the history books, and the reasons for the fall of the righteousness and the dynasty mentioned in the book are all due to social injustice, and it is social injustice that has led to the peasant uprising and the fall of the dynasty. And what makes society unfair is precisely the injustice of justice. ”

Zhang Feng's sigh was exchanged for Chen Moran's silence, he silently held the cigarette, but let the cigarette burn between his fingers, and finally when the cigarette burned his fingers, the burning pain woke Chen Moran from his contemplation, he sighed and looked at Zhang Feng seriously.

"Perhaps...... Maybe in the future, when we recover this nation, we will have the opportunity to change everything! ”

Is a question that is still perplexing a hundred years from now simply the result of a miscarriage of justice? Chen Moran doesn't believe that the answer is so simple, but what is the answer? And who knows?

"Now for us, there is nothing more important than the recovery of the nation, Tianqin, what do you think?"

(To be continued)