Since I left Shanghai on the 19th, it has been a week in an instant. When I first arrived, I was only going to delay for three or five days, and the shirts and shorts I brought with me were not washed after they were changed, and I was almost to the point where there were no more reserves to change. Life in Nanjing is inconvenient to delay any longer, so we are ready to take the train back to Shanghai early tomorrow (26th) early in the morning.

First of all, it is necessary to pay another visit to the injured people's deputies. They have been moved from the Taiping Road Central Hospital to the Huangpu Road Central Hospital. Nai Chao had already gone to condolence yesterday, and I asked him to go with him again. Nai Chao said that the distance is not very far. So we walked.

Walking is a skill that has been trained for six or seven years in the mountain town of Chongqing, and it is very proficient. But somehow, from Zhongshan East Road to Huangpu Road, it is really like walking from Zhongshan County to Huangpu, and the stubborn road is always endless. The reason for this, of course, is mostly psychological. In the place where you are unhappy, the psychological effect can make space and time change, the long can be turned into short, and the short can be turned into long. I don't actually have any good feelings for Chongqing, and walking in Chongqing is really not as disgusting as walking in Nanjing. I'm afraid it's because of the rugged twists and turns of Chongqing. When you go up, you feel bitter, and when you go down, you feel sweet. In this way, one bitter and one sweet, you will be psychologically adjusted. Twists and turns are easier to inspire your courage, because the destination point has long been laid in front of you, and although the road is far, your destination is not far away. Chongqing City generally feels smaller, but in fact, if it is flattened, it does not have to be smaller than Nanjing City. There are rhymes that are subdued and frustrated, low and reciprocating, and it is not tiresome to read more; Dull and boring, the official notice with a big face, and even a sentence is not happy to read more, this is the same reason.

While walking across the Yat-sen Bridge, Nai Chao told me a piece of news. There was an island near Nanjing, and it was said that a place for politicians to live had been prepared there, and that they might be concentrated on that island in the event of a civil war.

It's funny, and I wish it would be true. People who refuse to go along with the dirt, now in the area of Beijing and Shanghai, how difficult it is to find a house to live in and a bowl of rice to eat. With such generous facilities, I wish I had been qualified to be gathered there. Even if the island of clothes becomes a tomb of clothes, it is more uncomfortable to live than to die today.

Walking impatiently against the sun, he still walked to the central hospital. This central hospital is much more imposing. It's new, and there are a lot of rooms that haven't been used yet. I'm afraid this is still the "moral politics" of the era of enemies and puppets, right? We went up to the third floor and walked west to the area where a guard was guarding, and sure enough, it was the area where the delegates lived.

I saw Yan Baohang first. He slept alone in a small room on a medium iron bed. The chalk walls are new, the glass windows are transparent, and the single cloth on the bed is snow-white, and these impressions are first of all comforting. Baohang's injuries did not appear to be that serious. But I am an experienced man, and the "peasant" at the entrance of the field once rewarded me with two flying legs in my left chest, and although I was not hospitalized, I was in pain for three weeks. The smile on Baohang's face when he saw us couldn't hide the hidden pain around him for me. We didn't let him be harassed too much, so we hurriedly withdrew.

Next, I saw Lei Jieqiong. She was in the same ward, and seemed to be in a normal and happy spirit. She showed me the fourth finger of her left hand, which was wearing a white gold ring. The "refugees" tried to strangle her, but they didn't succeed, but they broke her second knuckle. The wound is slightly red and swollen.

Ma Yilao, Chen Zhenzhong, and Ye Duyi all went to follow the light of Aikesi, but we didn't see it. I've heard that there are some internal injuries, but they are not necessarily serious.

After the condolences, he walked down the anterior of the hospital, feeling that it was too hot, so he took off the tunic he was wearing, put it on his left elbow, and walked the same way. Five minutes after I walked out of the hospital, it dawned on me that the pen inserted in my bag was loose and should not be dropped. After a quick inspection, the pen was missing. I didn't look back; Because I'm not sure if my pen was left in the hotel without brought.

He went to the political council on Guofu Road again, planning to resign to Shao Lizi and Lei Zhen, but there were only two or three public servants left in the meeting. An old servant told us that today is the birthday of the deputy secretary-general, and they all went to the mansion to celebrate his birthday. We greeted the birthday boy on the phone, and we were promised that a car would be sent to transport us to Shimonoseki early tomorrow morning.

When he left the gate of the political participation meeting, he met Luo Renyi of the Democratic League.

- Is there anything going on? There wasn't a single person in the club. I told him so.

- Tomorrow the refugees from northern Jiangsu want to petition and march, which may destroy Meiyuan New Village and Lanjiazhuang, I will come to Shao Lizi and ask him to find a way.

- I'm afraid I'll have to go to the mansion to find it. By the way, I told him about going back to Shanghai tomorrow, and asked him to greet you, and we didn't go to Lanjiazhuang anymore. When I arrived at the Zhou Mansion in Meiyuan New Village, I was left for lunch. First, I found a basin of aragonite in the closet in the living room that was not filled with water. I took twenty-two.

- It was when I met an old woman on the street one day who asked me to buy it, and Yingchao told me: The stones are not good, just because Yuhuatai is a memorial site of the revolution, so I bought them for him. You try to pick and choose.

The stones were too big, and there was no text, so I picked and chosen, but I only picked twenty-two.

- Yuhuatai, I don't have time to go, so I thank you for these twenty-two as a memorial to the revolutionary memorial site.

When I returned to the hotel in the afternoon, the pen turned out to be missing. This makes me feel a great regret.

This was supposed to be a combination of two branches. The barrel is engraved with the word "Fei", which was given to me by Dr. Federlin. The top plug of the pen sleeve was missing, but it was the original one that I had broken the tip of the pen when I was writing the script of "Qu Yuan". It so happened that the two were the same black number one pike with a yellow ring, and the broken one was repaired, so I mixed them all the time, and I got every crown to wear. Before going to the Soviet Union in June last year, he lost one in Chongqing, and in June this year, he lost the remaining one in Nanjing. This is the time when I am a double memorial item and never return to my possession. I felt a little regretful, like I lost two of my best friends.

"Fei" pen, I can never forget you.

In my hands, you made me write "Tiger Fu", "Gao Gradually Leave", "Peacock Gall", and "Southern Crown Grass";

You also asked me to write "The Bronze Age", "Ten Criticisms", and "The Three Hundred Years of Jiashen"; We have been together for four and a half years,

And I have lost you in this stone city today.

My only hope is that the one who picks you up will not be a fascist.

If a fascist picks you up,

You must never write for him something like "Mein Kampf".

"Fee" pen, this irreparable loss,

I will always remember you, remember you.