I asked Xinmin Newspaper about Pu Xixiu's address by phone, and when the lights on the street were already bright, we walked to the west of Guofu Road to visit.

The house number was interrupted on the street, and after several trips, it was only to realize that the lady lived in a compound that resembled a dead end, with several families. She lives on an upstairs.

When a few young ladies saw us entering, they hurriedly took their leave. Pu Xixiu told us that they were dancers in Nanjing.

These words flashed in my heart. Nanjing's dancing girls were despised by adults and gentlemen, and in order to "maintain weathering", Nanjing heard that dancing was banned. But with such a dancer willing to come to comfort the same sex who has been injured for justice, it seems that the dance hall is more decent than the official hall. - I have all kinds of people here, Pu Xixiu continued: "There are many female civil servants who have also come to pay their respects, but they all unanimously ask that their names not be published in the newspapers.

These words flashed in my heart again. After eating a bowl of official meals, even the freedom of condolences was restricted, so I had to come secretly. However, at the risk of losing one's job, one still wants to come to condole, which shows that no matter how iron control is, people's conscience is not so easily controlled.

Pu Xixiu seemed to have completely recovered, she had already gotten up, and her expression was more radiant than usual. There was a couple of men and women around the age of ten by her side, and the pleasant air was laughing in the electric light. Everywhere there were condolences piled up, lotus, white orchids, grajunas, American cans, on the table, on the bed, on the counter.

I think back to myself five months ago. On 10 February, he was beaten at the entrance of the Chongqing Arena, and there was an endless stream of condolences for a week. Flowers kept coming, and there weren't so many vases to put in. Guangkan received as many as 20 baskets. Others made money from the War of Resistance, victory, and receiving, but I made a "beaten money". It turns out that the hearts of the people are oriented towards the other side.

The commander of the thugs always thinks he is doing a good job. I beat you, you can't help me, and when I beat you, you always know the pain. That's not bad at all. For the time being, you are really helpless, and for the time being, you really know that there is pain or even the danger of death, but thanks to these beatings, you have beaten iron into steel, and you have beaten all your friends into friends in trouble.

I don't know how many days after the Jiaochangkou incident, in short, after the Xinhua Ribao and the Minmin Bao were smashed again on 22 February, the CPPCC deputies who stayed in Chongqing invited the deputies to talk once, and Shao Lizi, Wang Shijie, and Chen Lifu participated. And it was resurrected before my eyes. I haven't forgotten what I said at the time.

- Being beaten was a big gain for me. A few more punches on me, a few fewer punches on a friend. A few more drops of blood on me will shed a few fewer drops of blood on my friend. After I have fulfilled my duty to protect my friends, I have gained spiritual satisfaction. In addition to this, I also received constant condolences from flowers and fruits, sympathy at home and abroad, and newspapers at home and abroad were propagandizing for me, saying that if I Guo Moruo was beaten, I would become a democratic hero in the blink of an eye. If I was beaten to death, wouldn't that be even more committedly a martyr for democracy?

- What about the people who beat me? I believe that he was standing in front of me, and he did not dare to openly admit that he personally did it or instigated the beating of me. I don't believe it's easy to feel guilty about having to put on the face of a hypocrite. And it was he who made the law and order ruined, and the prestige of ** was discredited, what did he gain? ……

I believe that all those who have been beaten since the battle in Xi'an, in Beiping, in Nantong, in Xiaguan, and in other places will be able to say these words, and they will speak them more satisfactorily than I may be. I could also see the loud voice of these words in Pu Xixiu's whole body expression.

- Is it possible to retreat? Xi Xiu's spirit was extraordinarily high, and her head moved frequently: It was really shocking, then there would be no more "contests" after the Jiaochangkou incident, and there would be no more June 23 after 10 February. Pu Xixiu condoled with Mr. Guo five months ago, and Mr. Guo came to condolence Pu Xixiu again five months later. If anything useful, it's only on the opposite side.

- You're scared, it's better to take a break, okay? I expressed my awareness of the medical studies: I believe that your body must still be in pain everywhere.

- It's just that my head is still a little dizzy, and my hair is torn off too much. The care they gave me made me feel more energetic than I had been before I had been beaten.

- That's why you're feeling excited. Actually, you should take more rest.

We asked Gao Ji's address, which turned out to be at the east end of Guofu Road, walked through two red archways, and was in a side street diagonally opposite Guofu. We said goodbye and went back to this other friend who had been hurt fighting for freedom to report.

Gao Ji was the deputy director of Ta Kung Pao's Beijing office, and he lived in a small room facing the street in the office, which used to be where the Japanese lived.

Gao Ji's situation was more serious, and he was still sleeping in bed. A large piece of subcutaneous bleeding in the left eye, dark purple and blue, I am afraid that it will take two weeks to absorb it cleanly. When he saw us arrive, he wanted to get up from the bed, and he was still a little struggling, so I took a few steps forward and quickly pressed him down.

His spirit was very calm, there was no grief and indignation, no complaints, and no recounting the situation in Xiaguan. He only told us that he was going abroad and wanted to study abroad.

The environment was noisier than Pu Xixiu's residence, and it was not quiet inside and out, so it was really not suitable for recuperation at all, and the injured person did not seem to have any interest in recuperating at all. Though he lay there, he was evidently not slacking off in his affairs.

Mrs. Gao Fen. - We usually call her "Xiao Gao", and her husband who is personally serving her looks very haggard. I'm afraid I didn't have a rest for two days and two nights. Xiao Gao is a female general from our Salvation Daily, she is a girl married out of our family, and I hate that I have no strength to alleviate her fatigue. Didn't even our hometown, the Salvation Daily, be destroyed by the tyranny?

This is a time of tragedy, but it is also an age of regeneration. Everywhere there is the ghost of the old era that flies and dominates, but everywhere there is also the morning star of the holy and selfless new age.