If Yang Xiaolin came with Chen Tianhua or Zou Rong, maybe Song Jiaoren's attitude would be better, and it would be normal to bring Du Yuesheng with him, so that Song Jiaoren could misunderstand his intention.

Before Yang Xiaolin could say anything, Du Yuesheng was quite discerning, ran to the door and gently knocked on the door a few times: "Mr. Song, open the door, I have something to discuss with you with the commander." ”

After a while, Song Jiaoren opened it from the inside, and his eyes were obviously a little stunned. Yang Xiaolin didn't wait for him to invite him in, and in a flash, he squeezed in from Song Jiaoren's side, and glanced at the house. A desk and a bed, no furniture, all books, but very neatly packed.

"Yes, the single man made it clean."

Yang Xiaolin took a cigarette and threw it in his mouth, Du Yuesheng hurriedly lit a match and came over, Song Jiaoren did not close the door, stood at the door and said, "I am not allowed to smoke here." ”

Yang Xiaolin and Du Yuesheng were stunned for a moment, and then Commander Yang put the cigarette back in his pocket.

Song Jiaoren asked at this time, "May I ask what the commander has to tell me when he comes to me?" ”

Du Yuesheng dragged a chair from the side, and Yang Xiaolin sat on it: "Please come out to do things, why are you the same as Cai Songpo's headquarters?" Is this just the chair? ”

Song Jiaoren raised his eyes: "I just moved here, the place is not big, and my friends in Beijing have basically been driven away by the commander, and no one comes, this chair is used by me to read books." ”

There was an indescribable anger in his words, people like them now hated Yang Xiaolin, which was why Yang Xiaolin had to move Huang Xing's martial arts hall out of Beijing. Scholars like Song Jiaoren, they can only hate themselves in their hearts, and there is nothing wrong with staring at a little. But it's different for a hero like Huang Xing, if he drinks a few more drinks one day and can't think about it, it's easy to have bloodshed.

Yang Xiaolin didn't care about the meaning of his words, and pointed to the edge of the bed: "Sit there, okay?" You two sit there. Let's take our time. ”

Song Jiaoren walked to the side of the bed and pushed the quilt in a little before sitting down.

It seems that his attitude towards Commander Yang is really unfriendly, although this door is let in, he doesn't even have a cup of tea.

Yang Xiaolin's hands slapped on his knees: "This time I came to you because of the northwest matter." The current situation in Russia is unstable, the problem of Tibet also needs to be resolved, and in India, the British and Indian troops are always our big trouble. I want to set up a special agency in the northwest, with Du Yuesheng in charge, and I hope you can help. ”

Song Jiaoren did not speak immediately. Yang Xiaolin noticed that his hand seemed to be unconsciously exerting force on the edge of the bed, although there was no expression on his face, Yang Xiaolin knew that he still had thoughts in his heart. Everyone wants to have a stage for themselves, and Song Jiaoren is no exception, when he gives him the stage, he really wants to go up.

But Yang Xiaolin knew that Song Jiaoren might not want to sing with his gang, or that he was unwilling to sing the script he prepared for him.

He didn't speak for two minutes, and Du Yuesheng said with a smile next to him, "Mr. Song." It was I who asked the commander to ask you to help me, and a few days ago I saw the article you wrote about the situation in Russia, and Du was really touched, and at the same time admired the talent of Mr. Du would love to have the opportunity to work with Mr. Let's do something for China. ”

Du Yuesheng said quite politely, Song Jiaoren sighed, but still shook his head: "Thank you Commander for your kindness, but I have already paid attention to someone Song in the future." I don't want to get involved in politics anymore. ”

Du Yuesheng also wanted to persuade, but Yang Xiaolin stopped him with his eyes.

"Give me a reason, and. If you don't go into politics, why do you stay in Beijing? ”

Song Jiaoren replied quickly this time: "I plan to open a law firm, although I will not go down in history like the two of you in the future, there is absolutely no problem in life." As for the reason for the commander's request, I can say bluntly that I do not agree with your current set of practices, and I do not conspire with each other if there is a difference. ”

Yang Xiaolin's hand slapped on the table: "I know you have an opinion about me now, to be honest, I also have a stomach of things to say." There are no reporters and no one here, if you are interested, we will make it clear here, I think what I am doing is completely correct, China now has a population of 500 million, it is impossible to use your system, I have done a very good job of implementing democracy at the grassroots level to ensure the rights of the majority, I don't know what better way Mr. Song can do? ”

Song Jiaoren looked at Yang Xiaolin's face and immediately stood up: "Okay!" Since the commander said so, then I will also say my thoughts. In fact, if you just implement your set of practices, I don't have any opinions, no one knows whether democracy can go through in China, but Commander Yang, your merits are indeed obvious to all! You keep doing it, no problem, I absolutely support you. ”

Saying this, his voice changed: "Why are you playing with this reform?" Centralization at the top, democracy at the bottom, can you give me an answer, how can you guarantee that these two diametrically opposed systems will not clash? When there is a contradiction between the central and local governments, and the people below are unwilling to listen to the voice of the central government, can you still guarantee the centralization of power? When centralized power cannot control the localities, your so-called local democracy will turn China into a mess! ”

Yang Xiaolin's eyes looked at him, Song Jiaoren did not have the slightest fear, and continued: "You have no way to ensure that there is no conflict between the grassroots and the central government, when this conflict occurs, how can you reconcile the two completely different concepts?" That's the first question. The second question is, even if your reputation is enough for the whole country to listen to you, what about the future? In the future, if China loses your powerful figure, will the centralization of power still be guaranteed? ”

Song Jiaoren stood there after asking, straightening his chest and waiting for Yang Xiaolin to answer him.

The corners of Yang Xiaolin's mouth smiled: "What you said makes sense, two questions are right?" I'll answer you right away. ”

Why can't grassroots democracy and high-level centralization be unified? Taizu failed in the first place. The reason for the defeat is just like what Song Jiaoren said, the two completely different political concepts could not find a bridge that could be connected, so that the people smashed the government later.

In order for this system to be implemented, we must find a rule that must be followed by both the grassroots and the central government. Yang Xiaolin stood up from his chair, walked up to Song Jiaoren, and whispered two words: "Constitution." ”

When the country was founded, Taizu formulated that set of rules. However, because of the sinister international environment and the expansion of our own domestic contradictions, this system was ruthlessly trampled on. The political struggle is above the Constitution, and the mass movement is also above the Constitution, so that the later public procuratorate and law are just decorations, and the people even shouted slogans to smash her.

When it is smashed, the system is gone, and failure is inevitable.

"Both the central and local governments must unconditionally abide by the rules of the Constitution. If we are not satisfied with something, we can change the constitution, but until the constitution is changed, everyone must abide by the status and rules stipulated in the constitution. Other words. Democracy at the grassroots level and centralization of power at the central level are both forms, and the constitution is the foundation of our governance. ”

Commander Yang's hand knocked on the table: "Including me, the constitution will clearly stipulate under what circumstances the commander-in-chief has the right to send troops." ”

Song Jiaoren's expression suddenly became a little sluggish, he was engaged in law, and Yang Xiaolin's words touched him a lot. He himself had never thought that if the law became the standard of a country, what did it matter if it was democratic or centralized? These two words really seem to be a formality.

After following Mr. Sun Wen for so many years, Sun Wen has been talking about democracy, and it seems that he has never put forward the concept that governing the country is not by democracy and centralization but by law. But is democracy without legal constraints still democracy? That's called being free and doing whatever you want. Centralization without legal safeguards is not called centralization. It's called dictatorship.

"Regarding your second question, I can answer you as well. I never thought I had a lot of prestige in China, and I never thought to take advantage of it, just that I was in position. I just have to do what I have to do. As for what if you don't have a strong power like me to maintain centralized power in the future? Song Jiaoren, I never thought about this because I believe that my successor will be better than me! I firmly believe that our next generation will be much smarter than we are. ”

Song Jiaoren finally chose to follow Du Yuesheng to the northwest to establish the Northwest Affairs Bureau.

Sometimes it doesn't really matter where you stand. The important thing is that we need a reason, and Commander Yang's reason obviously convinced Song Jiaoren, who felt that even if he hadn't seen the result yet. But at least Yang Xiaolin should be given a chance, and he should also be given a chance.

It is a thing that he longs for to build China into a country based on the rule of law, and then the basic democracy and the centralization of power at the top level. He wants to see this thing done well, and at the same time, he wants to have his voice in the middle.

No one ends their lives in loneliness and mediocrity. Talented people hope that they can have a chance, and for some small people, even if their lives have no meaning for others, they also want to make their lives better, better.

Bessie is twenty-five years old, and he doesn't know why he was alive until he was twenty-five. Every day is about working, eating, eating, working. As a coat, that's all he has to do with life. The head man said that a coat like him was born for the master, and he had to die for the master.

If the lord gives him food to eat and let him have a job, he should be obedient, because if it were not for the gift of the head man, he would have died soon.

At that time, he really didn't think about any changes in his life, his greatest wish was that if he died one day, the old man could wrap him in a straw mat like he did with his father, and then dig a pit and bury him, and it would be better to have another lama read a scripture to him, and bless himself in the next life will be better.

For this life, he really doesn't know what else he can ask for, and he lives with gratitude to his boss, and death is already his unchangeable fate.

It wasn't until that night ten days ago that his lord was killed by a group of Han soldiers, and he suddenly realized that he could still live without a headless man. (To be continued......)