Fan Ainong's original text

In an inn in Tokyo, we usually read newspapers when we get together. Most students watch Asahi Shimbun and Yomiuri Shimbun, and those who are interested in asking about social trivia watch the February 6th news. One morning, Bi Tou saw a telegram from China, probably:

"Anhui Governor Enming was assassinated by Zhao Shikili, and the assassin was arrested."

After everyone was shocked, they spoke radiant words to each other and studied who the assassin was and how Chinese characters were. But as long as they are from Shaoxing and don't read textbooks specifically, they have already understood. This is Xu Xilin. After he came back from studying abroad, he worked as an alternate road and ran as the governor in Anhui, which coincided with the assassination of the governor.

Everyone predicted that he would be executed and his family would be implicated. Soon, the news that Qiu Jin was killed in Shaoxing also came. Xu Xilin was dug up and gave all the food to Enming Qin Bing. People are angry. A few people secretly held a meeting to raise funds in Sichuan; At this time, the Japanese ronin is needed. He shredded the squid, had a generous drink, and then boarded the plane to meet Xu's family.

As usual, there are also hometown associations, hanging martyrs and cursing Manchuria; Since then, some people have advocated sending a telegram to Beijing, denouncing the Manchu government as inhuman. The congregation was immediately divided into two groups: one group wanted to generate electricity and the other group didn't. I advocate power generation, but as soon as I said it, a dull voice followed:

"If the murderer is killed and the dead are all dead, what kind of fart telegram can you send?"

This is a tall man with long hair and white eyes. He always looks at others as if ignoring them. He squatted on the mat, and I generally opposed everything I said; I was surprised and paid attention to him. This just asks others: Who said that it is so cold? People I know told me that his name is Xu's student.

I felt so angry that he was not human at all. My husband was killed, so I dare not send a telegram. So I insisted on generating electricity and arguing with him. As a result, most people advocated power generation, and he gave in. Secondly, we should introduce people to draft telegrams.

"Why? Nature is a person who advocates power generation. " He said.

I think what he said was aimed at me again, but it was not unreasonable. But I advocate that this tragic article must be written by someone who knows the life of the martyr, because he is more closely related than others, and his heart is more sad and angry, and it will be more touching to write it. So they fought again. As a result, he didn't do it, and neither did I. I don't know who admitted to doing it; Secondly, everyone got separated, leaving only a draftsman and one or two officers, waiting for the filming to be finished.

From then on, I always thought this Fan Ainong was both eccentric and hateful. The hateful people in the world thought they were Manchu at first, but later they realized that they were still the second; The first one is Fan Ainong. China is not revolutionary, but if it wants to be revolutionary, Fan Ainong must be eliminated first.

However, this opinion seems to have gradually disappeared and it has been forgotten. We never met again. Until the year before the revolution, I was still a teacher in my hometown, probably in late spring. Suddenly, I saw a man on the guest table of an acquaintance. We looked at each other for two or three seconds and said at the same time

"Oh, oh, you are Fan Ainong!"

"Oh, oh, you are Lu Xun!"

Somehow we all laughed, laughed at each other and felt sad. His eyes are still like that, but strangely, in recent years, his head has also had white hair, but maybe it has been there for a long time, and I didn't notice it before. He looks very cold in an old cloth jacket and worn cloth shoes. Talking about his own experience, he said that he later lost his tuition and could no longer study abroad, so he came back. After returning to my hometown, I was despised, rejected and persecuted, and there was almost no place to live. Now I am hiding in the countryside and teaching several primary school students to make a living. But sometimes I feel bored, so I also go to town by boat.

He also told me that I like drinking now, so we drank. Since then, every time he goes to town, he will definitely come to see me and know me very well. When we are drunk, we often say something stupid and crazy, and even our mother laughs when she overhears it. One day, I suddenly remembered the old story when I held a hometown meeting in Tokyo, so I asked him:-

"What was your reason for deliberately opposing me that day, intentionally?"

"Don't you know? I have always hated you-not only me, but also us. "

"Did you know who I was before that?"

"Why don't you know. Didn't we meet Ziying and you when we arrived in Yokohama? You look down on us and shake your head. Do you remember? "

I briefly thought about it, but I remember that it was seven or eight years ago. At that time, Ziying came to ask me out and said that Yokohama would pick up my new classmate. As soon as the steamboat arrived, I saw many people, about a dozen people. As soon as I landed, I put my luggage on duty and waited for inspection. The customs officer rummaged through the closet and suddenly found a pair of embroidered bow shoes. I put down my business and took a closer look. I was very dissatisfied and thought, how could these birds bring this thing? I didn't notice it myself. I probably shook my head at that time. After the inspection, you must sit in the inn before getting on the bus. I didn't expect these scholars to give up their seats on the bus again. A wants B to sit in this seat, and B wants C to sit. Before the work was finished, the train had already left. As soon as the body shook, three or four of them fell off. At that time, I was also very dissatisfied, and I thought to myself: Even the seats on the train should be distinguished. I didn't notice, maybe I shook my head again. However, Fan Ainong is an elegant figure, but I didn't think of it until today. Not only he, but also ashamed to say, in this group, there are martyrs Chen Boping who died in Anhui later, and martyrs Ma who were killed; There are still one or two people locked up in black jails, and they didn't see the light of day until after the revolution, and they always bear the scars of bandit punishment. Knowing nothing about it, I shook my head and shipped them to Tokyo. Although Xu came with them in the same boat, he was not in the car because he and his wife went to Kobe by land.

I think I shook my head twice. They don't know what time it is. Let the sitting be lively and the inspection be quiet. It must be time to collect taxes. I want to ask if I love agriculture, yes.

"I really don't understand what are you doing with this thing? Whose is it? "

"Not our Jenny's?" He glared at his white eyes.

"When you go to Tokyo, you must pretend to have a pair of big feet. Why do you want to bring this thing? "

"Who knows? You ask her. "

In beginning of winter, our situation got worse, but we still drank and told jokes. Suddenly it was the Wuchang Uprising, followed by the recovery of Shaoxing. The next day, Ai Nong came to the city, wearing the felt hat commonly used by farmers, and that smile was never seen before.

"Old fast, we don't drink today. I want to see Shaoxing after the recovery. Let's go together. "

We walked in the street with a white flag in our eyes. However, despite this appearance, the skeleton remains the same, because it is still a military government organized by several old squires. What railway shareholders are administrative directors, and the bank treasurer is an ordnance director. This military government did not last long after all. As soon as the teenagers called, Wang Jinfa strode in from Hangzhou, even if he didn't come, he would come. After he came in, he was surrounded by many idle people and the new revolutionary party. He became the commander-in-chief of the king's yamen. He changed his robe in less than ten days, and the weather was not cold.

I was placed next to the rice bowl of a normal school principal, and Governor Wang gave our school 200 yuan. I love farming as a supervisor, and I still wear the same cloth robe, but I don't drink much and have little time to chat. He teaches while working, and he is really diligent.

"The situation is still not good, Wang Jinfa and them." A teenager who attended my lecture last year came to visit me and said generously, "We will run a newspaper to supervise them. But the promoter wants to borrow Mr. Wang's name. One is Mr Ziying and the other is Mr Deqing. As a society, we know that you will never give up. "

I promised him. Two days later, I saw the leaflet published in the newspaper. There are indeed three sponsors. Five days later, it was published in the newspaper, beginning with scolding the military government and the people there; Then he scolded the viceroy, his relatives, his fellow villagers and his concubines.

After more than ten days of scolding, a news came to my house, saying that the governor was going to send someone to kill you with a pistol because you cheated him of his money.

It doesn't matter to others. My mother was the first to worry and told me not to go out again. But I went as usual and made it clear that Wang Jinfa wouldn't kill us. Although he was born in Greenwood University, it is not easy to kill people. Besides, I got the money from the school, and he can understand, but I'm just saying.

Sure enough, he didn't come to kill anyone. I wrote for funds and took another 200 yuan. But it seems a little angry, and at the same time ordered: come again, no more!

However, I was embarrassed when Ainong got new news. It turns out that the so-called "liar" does not refer to the funds of the school, but a sum of money sent to the newspaper. After cursing in the newspaper for a few days, Wang Jinfa sent money from 500 yuan. So our teenagers held a meeting. The first question is: Do you accept it? The resolution said: accepted. The second question is: will you scold after receiving it? Solution: scold. The reason is: he is a shareholder after receiving the money; Bad shareholders will naturally be scolded.

I'll go to the newspaper and ask if it's true or not. It's all true. Just said a few words shouldn't accept his money, an accountant is not happy, ask me:

"Why don't newspapers accept equity?"

"This is not equity ..."

"What is not equity?"

I won't go on, the world already knows. If I say anything that bothers us, he will criticize me for cherishing my worthless life too much and refusing to sacrifice for society, or you can see how afraid I am of death in tomorrow's newspaper.

Unfortunately, however, Gifford wrote to urge me to go to Nanjing. Ainong also agreed, but it was rather bleak, saying:-

"Here is like that, not people. You are quick to go ... "

I understood his silence and decided to go to Nanjing. First, I went to the Doudufu to resign, and naturally I took aim. I sent a receiver with a runny nose. I handed in the accounts and the balance. I'm not the client. His successor is Fu Lichen, president of Confucius Institute.

The newspaper case was settled two or three weeks after I arrived in Nanjing and was destroyed by a group of soldiers. Zi Ying in the country, nothing; Deqing was in the city, and her thigh was stabbed with a sharp knife. He was angry. Naturally, this is very painful, and you can't blame him. After he was furious, he took off his clothes, took photos to show an inch wide knife wound, and made an article describing the situation, which was distributed everywhere to publicize the atrocities of the military government. I think this kind of photo is probably not collected now, and the size is too small, and the knife wound is reduced to almost no. If you don't explain it, the people you see must think it's a nude photo of a romantic figure, with a little madness. If you meet Sun, you are afraid of being banned.

When I moved from Nanjing to Beijing, the inspector who loved agriculture was also removed from his post by the president of Confucianism. He became a love farmer before the revolution. I wanted to find him something to do in Beijing, and he hoped very much, but there was no chance. Later, he sent food to familiar families and wrote to me from time to time. Things are getting worse, and his words are getting worse. Finally, I have to walk out of this acquaintance's house and float around. Soon, I suddenly got news from my fellow villager, who fell into the water and drowned.

I suspect that he committed suicide. Because he swims well, he is not easy to drown.

Sitting alone in the hall at night is very sad, and I suspect that the news is untrue, but I think it is extremely reliable and there is no reason, although there is no evidence. There's nothing I can do. I only wrote four poems, which were later published in a daily newspaper, and now I am about to forget them. I only remember six sentences in a song. The first four sentences are: "Sir, talk about wine in the world. The little drinker is still drunk and slightly drunk. " I forgot a few words in the middle, and finally it was "the old friend is dead, and the rest are just dust."

Later, I went back to my hometown and learned something more detailed. Ai Nong didn't do anything at first because everyone hated him. He is difficult to get along with, but he still drinks. His friends invited him. He seldom comes into contact with people, only a few younger people he met later are more common. However, they don't seem to want to hear more complaints from him, and think that telling jokes is not as interesting as telling jokes.

"Maybe I will receive a telegram tomorrow. I opened it and it was Lu Xun who called me. " He often says that.

One day, some new friends invited him to go to the theater by boat. It was past midnight when he came back, and there was a storm. He was drunk, but he insisted on peeing beside the boat. Everyone dissuaded him, but he wouldn't listen, saying he wouldn't fall. But he fell down. Although he could swim, he never got up again.

The body was salvaged the next day and found upright in a diamond swing.

I still don't understand whether he slipped or committed suicide.

He died with nothing, leaving a young girl and his wife. Several people want to collect some money as a fund for their girls' future tuition, because once it is put forward, everyone will fight for custody of the money. In fact, there is no such money yet, and everyone feels bored and disappears invisibly.

I wonder what happened to his only daughter now. If I had been at school, I would have graduated from middle school.

November eighteenth.