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Dynasties witnessed this scene!

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

Someone was running, knocking open the door, this is the proletarian grabbing Chen Yannian's hand, and hurriedly spoke: "Run!" "

"The national agent is coming, you can't be caught!"

"Let's go!"

The rumor was extremely worried, who was he, Chen Yannian, not only Chen Duxiu's son, he was still Dongwu. One of the leaders of the industrial organization, he also organized more than 200,000 people to participate in the shutdown on Hong Kong Island, which lasted for several months. The first armed contingent of the Industrial Organization.

And after Jiang Guangtou betrayed his life, he put the chaotic Shang Haiwu. The production organization is rearranged, reorganized.

He's too important!

Chen Yannian! Now twenty-nine years old, he has the same smile and sincerity as when he was a teenager: "You go, organize comrades to go, you are familiar here, they caught me, I delay time, rest assured that they only know that I am a big fish, but they don't know my identity, I'm fine, you go!" "

In the end, Chen Yannian pushed down his comrade and asked him to leave through the back door.

At the end of the picture, there are comrades crying until blurry tears, and Chen Yannian's straight body standing.

Until the door bang was opened!

Traitors appeared in the organization, and Chen Yannian was arrested.

The military and police who took the lead looked at it coldly.

"Who are you?"

Chen Yannian pretended to look at them in panic: "My name is Chen Yousheng, and I am a cook who helps temporarily. "

The military police frowned, then waved.

"Search!"

Until the end, the military and police, who found nothing, took Chen Yannian away.

On that day, the teenager followed behind the military police and left the organization.

Outside the door, the blazing light was like a scarlet oil painting.

Not. The property organization looked for rescue lawyers, one named Wu Kaisheng and the other named Zheng Yuxiu.

Zheng Yuxiu came to the police station and asked about the price of ransom.

The military policeman standing at the door turned his head and glanced at it, indifferently speaking.

"It's okay to ransom people, but he hit several military police, let's wait first."

If we don't let these "483" people who despise the military and police suffer?

Another lawyer, Wu Kaisheng, urgently contacted people from all walks of life, preparing to speak out and influence the Kuomintang faction, releasing pressure and telling the Kuomintang that if it wants to win popular support, it must release innocent people as soon as possible.

This secret rescue is about to succeed before Chen Yannian reveals his identity.

However, Chen Duxiu's friend Wang Mengxuan learned that his nephew Chen Yannian had been arrested, and he was anxious to know his true identity, and dragged his fellow villager friend Hu Shi to the rescue.

"You also watched him grow up, you must not stand idly by, otherwise how can you and I see Zhongfu again?"

Inside the office.

This year, Wu Zhihui, who had already returned from the University of Liang and entered the National Faction to become a high-ranking official, repeated it, and his gaze changed.

"Chen Yannian?"

Hu Shi nodded, with pleading.

Wu Zhihui smiled, looking at the back of Hu Shi leaving, he dialed the phone of Yang Jiao, the head of the Shanghai Army.

"That person is not some cook Chen Yousheng, his name is Chen Yannian, nothing. The son of Chen Duxiu, the leader of the industrial organization, a Wu. Counsellor of the industrial organization. "

"Immediate execution is recommended."

At that moment, he hung up the phone and remembered in his mind when he was originally in Fa Country.

Chen Yannian once took the lead in angrily denouncing him for selling the country, and even accused him on the street in front of everyone along with those Chinese students who could not even study at their own expense.

Yang Jiao began to ask for instructions on the phone.

Jiang Guangtou's voice did not have any emotion, and he directly spoke: "If he announces his withdrawal. Production tissue, can stay alive. "

The prison was exceptionally dark, and the moonlight seemed to be obscured by dark clouds, so that no light could be seen.

The bound youth calmly looked at the fierce nationalist officers.

The blur of flesh and blood brought by the whipping made him clench his teeth, and the sweat that penetrated into the rolled flesh and skin, so his face became more and more pale.

"Now, tell the news of your organization."

"Also, announce to the outside world that you are out of nothing. Production, you are only in your twenties, you have to be down-to-earth. "

"As long as you say it, I will allow you to join the National Faction and become one of the regional leaders of the National Faction."

"It's all sadness, for whom is it not worrying?"

Yang bluffed and cleaned the rusty blood from the whip.

Chen Yannian, a young man in his twenties, opened a pair of eyes and smiled wantonly.

Heavy sentences are useless, and inducements fail.

Yang Jiao looked at those young eyes, and he actually felt terrified after a lifetime of fighting horses.

What kind of eyes are that? With flames, blazing and scalding, a brilliance that people dare not look at directly, with a certain attachment.

From these eyes, Yang Jiao saw a person's instinctive thirst for life, wrapped in the spread of some great power, and finally turned into a pair of fearless armor.

The young man was arrogant and refused to bend.

Although he is Chen Duxiu's son, his body is better than his father's.

This kind of pure and persistent person makes people feel sorry in their bones.

"A talented person like you is enough to stand out among tens of millions of people, people in this era have little knowledge, you will still say three Chinese, it is not easy to get to this point."

"Are you sure you want to bury your splendid future or even for the sake of this organization.... Life? "

At that moment, the corner of the young man's mouth tied to the pillar spilled blood, but his eyes were bright: "I am the anger of revenge, I don't compromise at all, I don't give in one step, I don't forgive, I will burn this old world clean!" "

The icy moonlight fell from the vast firmament and reflected on the young man's body, so in the cold, a flame was ignited.

Execution.

The young man with his leg shackles, some of his scars had scabbed over, and some were still filled with red and fell in the mud.

The young man stood straight, his eyebrows clear and firm.

There were onlookers choking around, and the tears of the students holding the newspaper rolled in their eyes, blurring their vision.

Looking at this scene, the young counsellor had blood vessels bursting in his neck and wanted to rush out, but was held back by his friends, and they could only wait.

At the end of the crowd, there was a figure that was gradually aging, it was Chen Duxiu.

Chen Duxiu looked at the young man who walked to the execution ground, trembling, old tears, choked and lost.

In fact, he and his son have never reconciled.

The only time to reconcile is when the son joins none. The production organization, there was a chance at that time, but he did not go.

Later, he always tended to take care of the overall situation, and the two had only endless quarrels.

But now, they don't have a chance.

Chen Duxiu, who was nearly fifty years old, coughed violently, his face was pale, and his blurred vision of tears almost made him faint, he was far away, and his voice was a little trembling.

"Hot year."

The sound of leg irons is like the bell of this dark age, ringing step by step.

Chen Yannian stood straight, his gaze sweeping over those people, smiling, pure, and enthusiastic.

There were many people with knives behind them, with numbness and cruelty in their eyes.

Chen Yannian saw the comrades hidden in the crowd, and also saw his father.

He didn't have the one to reconcile in his life.

It's a shame that I never had another chance.

The young man held his head high: "Don't cry gentlemen!!" "

At that moment, his voice was loud, just like a teenager's oath to the magnificent mountains and rivers.

"The future of New China, the future you are me!"

The unswerving youth, shattered under the blade, refused to kneel until the end of his life.

It's like a broken dream.

The cries and angry curses on the execution ground gathered into rivers.

Chen Duxiu was trembling and almost unable to stand, and the world in front of him seemed to shake with that scarlet.

That's a son!

He thought about his son's past, he didn't like to take pictures, so there were only two photos.

One is a photo of the ID of going abroad, and the other is a group photo of workers taken by Zhidong and the Russians.

The child is twenty-nine years old and loves fried rice with eggs.

The first 17 years were spent with his mother, because he married his aunt, did not take much care of this child, this child was angry with him because of lack of love, and studied hard to change his fate.

That year, he participated in the second death, the child was forced to go to the countryside, there was no book to read, and two years later, he returned from Dongying to establish a new youth, and when he took him to study in Shanghai, he hated himself and didn't want a penny of his own.

He never called himself dad, slept on the street for two years, and was admitted to the law department of Aurora University.

He believed in anarchism and regarded Wu Zhihui as a life mentor, and even if he persuaded him to study in Tsarist Russia, he chose to go to the country.

Later, because Wu Zhihui wanted to charge a fee, he promised to find a job, school, and tutoring for the students, but later Wu Zhihui reneged on his promises, and the child saw that Wu Zhihui was looking for someone to arrest the student, so he broke and returned to China and walked on nothing. Production roads.

Wu Zhihui held a grudge, believing that the students had betrayed him to become where he is today.

The child is very good, he has learned the dialect of Fa, Tsarist Russia, Chinese San, Chinese and Cantonese during the life-threatening activities.

But today.

Chen Duxiu looked at the two photos in his arms, only the shocking piece of flesh and blood remained in front of him, and his hands trembled. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"I'm on the wrong path, keep the usual, hot year."

"That's right."

"Yes."

The setting sun was also stained with blood red, and the boiling blood of the youth soaked through the rivers and mountains.

The gold list screen turns again.

The darkness of the night spreads with unknown oppression.

Shanghai Hai.

In the room, a newspaper sits on the table.

The twenty-five-year-old stared at the words in the newspaper, his voice trembling terribly.

"Brother!"

Tears slipped down his eyes, and the young man choked in his throat suppressed it to prevent himself from crying.

The press was excitedly propagated by the nationalists, and young people who refused to kneel were hacked to death with knives.

The name marked on the news of the nationalist party is.

Chen Yannian.

The eldest son in the family, Chen Yannian.

At that moment, Chen Qiaonian at the table only felt that the strong sadness in his chest overwhelmed him, he looked out the window with confused eyes, and the moonless night sky was blurred into a broken sea by tears.

Qu Qiubai, who was standing beside him, was also trembling, and he was holding Chen Qiaonian who was overwhelmed and trembling terribly.

"Mr. Li Dazhao is gone, Comrade Chen Yannian is gone..."

He hugged Chen Qiaonian hard: "Don't cry, don't cry, Qiaonian is still here." "

"They're dead, but they're still fighting with us."

"We're all working for nothing. Production, for the new China forward, we are all there. "

Obviously told Chen Qiaonian not to cry, but he also had red eyes.

Since he was a child, he did not cry when he slept on the streets, he did not cry when he was deceived by his faith in a foreign country, and now he is rounded up by all parties and persecuted him without crying.

But the moment he saw the news, the young people were already crying.

"My brother has always been on the front line, I just liaise with comrades in factories, villages, schools, and open schools, what about my brother? To form a stoppage in Hong Kong City, rush to the front line to face those guns, and establish an organization under the increasingly brutal actions of the nationalists..."

"Brother always said that he is the eldest son and is not afraid to take risks."

"Brother said he didn't like his father's dependence on other people's organizations, and he said we don't. Producers should be self-reliant and fearless of everything. "

"Brother is very powerful, he can build an organization in Zhizhou alone, he can also contact a shutdown of more than 200,000 people, and he can organize nothing. the first independent armed force of the industrial organization..."

Chen Qiaonian's tear-filled eyes could no longer see clearly.

Brother, he is Tianjiao.

Qu Qiubai choked: "Let's continue, we still have to restore the Shanghai Hai organization." "

Chen Qiaonian wiped his tears with his sleeve: "Okay, let's continue." "

At that moment, the two stumbled, ran day and night, risked danger, and continued to begin to restore the organization.

It's just that no one knows that when it gets dark, Chen Qiaonian always divides the bread he brought into two and lights candles.

The faint candle flame flickered, and he seemed to see the brother who was full of spirit, always persistent for ideals, and desperate for himself.

"Brother, let's eat."

"You like to eat white bread the most, the same as brother Zhao Shiyan."

The young man chattered, looking at the bright candle flame in front of him and engraving it into his eyes.

"None. The production organization is here, I am there. "

"Father retreated, I will not retreat."

The candlelight of that day bears witness to the oath of the proverb, but in this murky world, everything seems to have an omen.

Daqing.

Kangxi's face was livid.

"Crazy, all crazy."

Zhang Ju of another time and space was looking at the golden list picture, his eyes pure.

Li Dazhao, 26 years old participated in opposing the 21 state affairs, 27 years old edited Jia Yin's book to criticize the authorities, 29 years old found Wu. and began to point to the essence through phenomena, form new youth, set up the Jingshi Max Thought Seminar, organize workers' night schools, organize the Northern Railway Trade Union..."

Chen Yannian, 22 years old, founded Wu. The publication "Juvenile", 24 participating juvenile none. The industry organized the meeting, and at the age of 26, he went to Zhizhou alone and single-handedly built a wu. In the framework of the industrial organization in the region, the 27-year-old organized a major shutdown on Hong Kong Island that shocked the country at home and abroad, and the 29-year-old has opened a meeting to decide on a huge none. The survival of the production organization. "

"These people should have spared their lives, they could have allowed their subordinates to cover, and all dynasties have done this."

Zhang Juzheng did not even hide it, this is the consistent means of those in power in history, Han Gao ancestor Liu Bang, Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin is still so.

"But they will be at the forefront, wading a blood-stained path for those who come after them."

"This organization, once it really creates a great power, all dynasties will be troublesome."

In spring and autumn, beside the Miluo River, Qu Yuan burst into tears.

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On the gold list, take stock of the text.

[This year, Zhang Baochen, the technical head of the Shanghai Workers' Union, defected and confessed all the news of the organization, and Zhao Shiyan, the representative of the People's Republic of China, was arrested by the military and police sent by the nationalists]

The torrential rain poured down, splashing mud.

It seems to be desperately washing away the dirtiest, or the most precious red of this mountain and river.

At this moment, Zhao Shiyan, who was in his own home, faced the interrogation of the military and police, hid his identity, and was calm and calm.

"My name is Xia Renzhang, and I am a businessman."

The military policeman looked at the thirty-eight thousand yuan found from his home, frowned, and nodded thoughtfully.

Zhao Shiyan's arrest was transmitted back to the organization.

After deliberation, Qu Qiubai and the others decided to exchange Wan Dayang as a ransom to exchange Zhao Shiyan.

The young wife of Yang Bluff, the military policeman sent by the nationalist faction in charge of arrest, was moved, but the news leaked.

Zhang Baochen, the technical head of the Shanghai Trade Union, explained everything, and Zhao Shiyan was the one with one hundred and fifty people who defeated the warlord 3,000 military police to occupy Shanghai. Important figures in the production organization.

At this moment, the torches swayed, and the heavy rain outside the window was wrapped in a cold wind, and even if there was light, the cold people shivered.

Outside the cell, wild cats from nowhere, whimpering softly, dyed this night rain a little sad.

"Shi Ying?"

In the cell, Zhao Shiyan heard his pen name, and he knew that the final struggle was coming.

He straightened his old suit, fastened his tie, and calmly looked like he was going to a banquet.

"So these thirty-eight thousand yuan is yours Shang Haiwu. Expenses for the activities of the organization? Yang Jiao glanced at the young man up and down, dressed very plainly, even had faded, a little shabby, he laughed.

"Are you stupid? The family actually does not touch this money? "

Knowing that his identity was exposed, Zhao Shiyan no longer hid his identity, and Yang Jiao's ridicule did not set off the slightest wave in the eyes of the youth.

"You don't understand nothing. What is the people of the production organization thinking. "

It was obviously an ordinary tone, but it made Yang Jiao notice the look in the other party's eyes.

That kind of look is more like looking.

Minion.

That's right, it's like watching those lackeys who work for overseas foreign countries in the past.

He was embarrassed: "Then what do you want to do?" "

Zhao Shiyan turned his head and looked at the sky covered by the heavy rain outside the window, he knew that this might be the last time he saw the sky.

"We don't. The industrial organization thinks about the happy life of the broad masses of the toiling people. "

"A beautiful home country for tomorrow."

The warlord laughed so hard that tears came out.

It's just that ah, there is a wind that starts at the end of Qingping, and its sound hunts.