Excerpts from Song of Youth:
At dawn, the misty fog enveloped the lush acacia trees along the North River, so the morning in Beijing was still in the hazy fog. At this time, Lu Jiachuan, who was temporarily sleeping in the Third Hospital of Peking University, was terminally ill. He is in Xu Ning's dormitory on the second floor. Two people huddled on a small iron mattress and slept until midnight. He got up early in the morning and Xu Ning was still asleep. He ran his hand through his unkempt hair and quietly pushed the door open. The door opened and fresh air blew in. He stood on tiptoe and took a deep breath. Although he is very tired and his eyes are bloodshot because of lack of sleep, his face is full of vitality and youthful happiness, just like this fresh morning. He stood in the empty corridor, looking carefree, but his eyes kept flashing through the fog, looking downstairs and outside the wall. Under the cruel white terror, he has developed a high degree of vigilance. Especially in recent days, some party organs have been destroyed and a group of comrades have been arrested-since the Third Gendarmerie Regiment and its loyal lackey Jiang Xiaoxian were sent to Peiping, the revolutionary organizations in Peiping have been repeatedly destroyed and the situation is serious. Therefore, every revolutionary comrade must be vigilant at all times.
He watched quietly for a while, but saw nothing. Just as he was about to turn and walk into the room, a car flashed to the door of the Third Hospital of Peking University and stopped at the door. In a short time, several people dressed in plain clothes and fancy suits appeared in the yard ... Lu Jiachuan stopped looking here. At this critical moment, under the cover of the pillar, he jumped back to the house and quickly woke up Xu Ning: "Xu Ning, get up! Son of a bitch is coming to arrest someone. Clean it up quickly! I'll go somewhere else! "
"Where are you going? I can't run out! " Xu Ning stopped him with his arm.
"no! They didn't notice you ... I can't stay in this room. If I am arrested, please tell Xu Hui quickly. " Say that finish, no matter Xu Ning still stretched out his arm to pull him, he has jumped out of the room in the blink of an eye.
The dormitory of Peking University Third Hospital is boiling like boiling water.
The gendarmes with box guns swarmed in the room where Lu Jiachuan lived-Wu Dagang didn't find anyone, so he went to the student room to rummage separately. Three gendarmes followed an undercover agent into Xu Ning's room, and Xu Ning was still sleeping.
"Mama of, where are you still sleeping? Get up! " A thin hand grabbed Xu Ning's throat.
Xu Ning woke up from a dream and waited for a while to look at the gendarme standing in front of her.
"A man named Lou, who is not a student in your school, has ever been to your room?"
Xu Ning's heart plopped to the ground. Lu Jiachuan was not arrested. Oh! Capable young man, where have you been hiding? He was happy, but he said, "Oh, hoo, what did you say?" Did someone run into my house? Ah, then, look for it! Here, I'll help you find it. "He jumped up and really looked around.
The gendarmerie searched everywhere. Up and down, there was no place to hide anyone, so the door slammed and they rushed out again.
Upstairs and downstairs are a mess. The clatter of big boots is symphonic with loud scolding and throwing things, which disturbs this quiet and serious highest institution of learning and makes everyone uneasy.
At the corner of the second floor, there is a small room with the sign of "Studio". The door was left unlocked and there seemed to be no one inside. A young gendarme walked over, carefully looked at the wooden sign on the wall of the hut, kicked the door and went in. The window of the room was closed and it was dark inside. A stream of dirty air came at me. The gendarme stepped back and opened the door with great force. I saw an old man lying on the top of the board, wearing a small helmet, covered with a white towel on his forehead and a thick quilt, painfully * * *, like an acute infectious disease. The gendarme frowned, spat hard, slammed the door with his foot, as if to avoid the plague, and turned and walked away.
From six o'clock to ten o'clock in the morning, almost all the upstairs and downstairs of the Third Hospital of Peking University have been searched. Experts from the Third Gendarmerie Regiment and the Municipal Party Committee "suppressed * * *" have not found Lu Jiachuan who can take credit. The last few students were taken away and then left angrily.
On the second floor, the door of the workshop was half open, and the military police walked back and forth here several times, but Lu Jiachuan lay quietly on the shop of Lao Wang, a worker, for four hours.
The students' whispers reached Lao Wang's cabin, and Lu Jiachuan knew that the gendarmes and spies had left. As soon as he rolled over and jumped out of bed, he was about to take off his hat and towel when the worker Lao Wang rushed into the room. He was shocked when he saw a young man wearing his gray coat, hat and helmet. When he saw that this was Lu Jiachuan, a student who often came here, he immediately understood everything.
The little old man grabbed his arm and repeatedly said, "That was close! That was close! I am from the Third Gendarmerie, but this one will arrest you, right? "