At this time, in another room, Yang Shuoming quietly glanced at the monitor screen on the wall, and then looked at the watch on his wrist.

After a while, Yang Zhaoguo walked in.

"Are you sure those drugs will work for them?" Yang Shuoming looked at his youngest son with an indifferent look and asked.

"Tomorrow morning, when they wake up, something needs to be done to them to make them forget everything here." Yang Zhaoguo replied.

"What are you going to use to send them away?" Yang Shuoming looked at the three people on the screen and asked.

"Airplanes." Yang Zhaoguo looked at his father, then at a strange plane on the table with its nose vertically upright in the sky, and said softly, "When they wake up again, they will find themselves in Nepal." ”

Yang Shuoming's eyes followed his son to the small silver airplane model, he walked to the table, picked up the small plane, and fiddled with the two propellers in the nose and a few small wheels on the wide tail, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The small plane in his hand turned out to be an aircraft that could take off and land vertically.

Seeing this small plane, Yang Shuoming's eyes suddenly flashed in front of him with a heroic figure with two guns on his waist.

"Is Mother alright?" Yang Zhaoguo suddenly asked.

"She's so nice, she misses you so much and always wants to come here to see you." Yang Shuoming nodded, his eyes still staying on the small plane, "I was afraid that she would have a cold attack, so I didn't let her come." ”

"Mother likes airplanes, and this kind of plane is going to equip the troops, but I don't want her to fly this kind of plane." Yang Zhaoguo said, "It's okay when you take off, but it's too dangerous when you land." ”

"I'll tell her, but she won't listen to me." Yang Shuoming looked at his son and said in a persuasive tone, "It's better for you to go and talk to her." ”

Yang Zhaoguo shook his head and did not answer.

"You can't always stay in your own world." Yang Shuoming said, "You can't close yourself here, you have to keep in touch with the outside world......

"Isn't the outside world you're talking about, your own world?" Yang Zhaoguo smiled and asked rhetorically, "Is there any difference from my world to your world?" ”

Yang Shuoming sighed and sat down in the chair a little depressed.

"I'd better say something that will make you happy." Yang Zhaoguo poured his father a cup of milk tea, "I went to a city in Sichuan a while ago," he pointed to the VTOL model in Yang Shuoming's hand, "We are driving this kind of plane......

Listening to his son's story, Yang Shuoming was startled, and the small plane in his hand fell involuntarily, Yang Zhaoguo held the coffee cup in one hand, squatted down, and stretched out one hand like lightning to catch the small plane.

"Is that what you're talking about?" Yang Shuoming took the coffee cup in his son's hand, smiled bitterly, and asked.

"You listened to me finish speaking, I met someone there shouting grievances in the street, so I inquired," Yang Zhaoguo said, "This person's daughter was born very beautifully, and a 'second generation official' pursued her unsuccessfully, and set fire to her clothes, burned her to serious injuries, and disfigured her, while the 'second generation official' did not receive any punishment because of the relationship in the family." A few of us were very angry when we found out, and someone wanted to be the 'second generation official' in private, to vent their anger for the disfigured girl, but I stopped them. ”

"Oh? It's not like you. Yang Shuoming looked at his son and teased him.

"I told everyone, let's write down this first, and if there is really no one to enforce the law impartially, it will not be too late for us to take action. Later, I heard that the High Court reopened the case and sentenced the 'second generation official' to death, and the sentence was executed a month later. ”

"That's right. Are you sure it was the perpetrator who died? Didn't someone impersonate him? ”

"I've checked, it's not."

"What do you mean by telling me this? The Supreme Court's decision was too heavy? ”

"No, the death penalty should be imposed, because the 'second generation of officials' committed the murder was intentional homicide, and he watched the girl struggle and did not carry out rescue, if there is a voluntary surrender and rib rescue, the sentence can be commuted. But he didn't do that, which shows that he only wants the other person to die, and out of a kind of despicable mentality of 'I can't get it, and no one else can get it'. And afterwards, he also asked his family to commit perjury and conceal his real age in order to avoid death. After the truth was revealed, it was reasonable and lawful for the Supreme Court to sentence him to death in accordance with the law. ”

"And what do you want to tell me?" Yang Shuoming looked at his son with some puzzlement and asked.

"I mean to say that what you have built is no longer a 'utopia'." Yang Zhaoguo said.

"What do you mean?"

"In a normal society, people should have channels to complain after being wronged, and the state should also have an effective error correction mechanism. This shows that the 'utopia' that you used to dream of building has taken a big step closer to reality. ”

"As I said a long time ago, what I want to build is not a 'utopia'. Utopia is a place that doesn't exist. Yang Shuoming looked at his son and said, "I want China to truly bid farewell to the 'Monkey Mountain' society, these are just the beginning." ”

"I remember that you told me that everything that promised to bring people 'heaven' was built in the end was 'hell.'" Yang Zhaoguo met his father's aggressive gaze, "It's like a country like the Soviet Union, isn't it?" ”

"The real Mingzhu country is not heaven." Yang Shuoming smiled and said, "Of course, it won't be hell. ”

"So I'd rather stay in my world." Yang Zhaoguo said, "Although the establishment of this world is due to you and your mother. ”

"I've been waiting for me here for a long time." Yang Shuoming sighed and shook his head, "It seems that I came for nothing again." ”

"I'd be sad if you said that." Yang Zhaoguo smiled slightly and said.

"I'll leave tonight." Yang Shuoming said, "There are still many places to see, I am afraid that the war will start soon, and there is still a lot to be done." If you need anything for your research, just call me directly. ”

"I understand." Yang Zhaoguo nodded, "I'm fine here, so that my mother doesn't have to worry about it, and when it's convenient, I'll go to see her." ”

"Okay, I'll tell her." Yang Shuoming remembered Tang Jiumei's resentful eyes and smiled bitterly.

The father and son were silent for a while, and Yang Shuoming came to the balcony, and Yang Zhaoguo followed behind him.

Yang Shuoming looked at the valley in the distance, at this time, the valley was full of lights, and the top of the tall tower on the mountain peak in the distance suddenly flashed with bursts of electric light, and then the lights in the valley instantly became bright, reflecting the clear outline of a dream city.

Hunan, Changsha.

At this time, in a basement, an unknown conspiracy is going on.

"His flight path has been determined, and we can intercept his airship here."

"His airship must have been escorted by fighter jets."

"It doesn't matter, we have got the latest 'Lin Xiao' vertical take-off and landing fighter, which can take off in the dense forest, and we can use this kind of aircraft to catch him by surprise."

"Great! This time he's dead! ”

"The use of fighter jets is one thing to hit the airship in which he is seated, and we should have a supplementary plan."

"We got in touch with the people of the Pao Brothers' Society, they have a lot of masters, they are acting with us, and if he parachutes when the airship is shot down, we will wait for him in the jungle."

"Excellent! Comrades! This time, we must kill the mastermind behind the Beiyang warlord political axe! ”

"Comrades! Let's shout a few slogans! ”

"Long live communalism!"

"Long live the Communist Party of China!"

"Down with the lackeys of imperialism, the Beiyang warlords!"

At the end of the meeting, after the people dispersed one by one, only a tall man with the "head of a rural accountant" was left sitting at the table in contemplation.

"You wouldn't think I'm going to kill you." He spoke to himself with a thick Hunan accent.

"After waiting for so many years, I can finally kill you."

"No matter how smart you are, you won't know why I killed you."

He easily recovered from his euphoria, stood up, took a thick stack of papers, lit them one by one with a lighter, and put them in a tin cylinder.

In the red firelight, a face that became hideous because of smugness was reflected.

At this time, he couldn't help but recall his "glorious history".

I remember that it was the spring of 1911, and he came to Changsha, which was on the eve of the Xinhai Revolution, which ended more than 2,000 years of Chinese imperialism. On the surface, according to the British philosopher Russell, Changsha "is simply a medieval city, with only sedan chairs and rickshaws". But it was not only full of new ideas and new atmospheres, but also a republican revolution.

Although the Qing court declared a constitution, the revolutionaries were bent on overthrowing the monarchy, saying that the Manchus were foreigners and should be expelled. Newspapers and magazines were now innumerable, and they took advantage of this condition to advocate revolution, and they also organized associations and launched several armed uprisings.

At the age of 17, he saw the newspaper for the first time. He learned from the newspapers the views of the anti-Qing faction and immediately agreed. In fashion at the time, he wrote an article and posted it on the school wall, which was his first political opinion. Like many students, he cut his braids and, along with his friends, wielded scissors to forcibly cut off others' braids.

This summer, Changsha was extremely hot, and the students debated more enthusiastically than the weather how to overthrow the emperor. After an impassioned speech, someone took off his robe and shouted: "Hurry up and prepare for war!" ”

In October, the Xinhai Revolution broke out in the neighboring city of Wuchang in Hubei Province. The Qing Dynasty, which had ruled China for 268 years, collapsed, and the Republic of China was established on the first day of 1912. In February, the last emperor, Puyi, abdicated. Yuan Shikai, who held military power, replaced Sun Yat-sen, who had been interim president for less than two months, and became president the following year. After Yuan Shikai's death, the central government in Yanjing was lax, and the warlords in China became independent.

The new Republic of China brought him countless new opportunities. Industry, commerce, law, management, education, journalism, culture, and the military are just a few things to do. He is faced with a dizzying array of choices. He joined the army first, but listening to orders was not something he liked to do, let alone carrying water and cooking outside the city to make tea for the chief. So he hired a porter to help him carry water. A few months later, he simply quit the army and decided to go back to school. The newspaper was full of fresh and moving advertisements, many of which appealed to him, one was a police school, the other was a law school, and there was a man who taught people how to make soap, and he had the idea of becoming a soap maker. He finally picked the provincial No. 1 middle school, but only stayed there for half a year. He felt that it was better to study on his own, so he went to the provincial library every day and stayed all day. For the first time, he read translations of foreign classics that freed his mind from the shackles of traditional ideas.

But his father wanted him to go to school, otherwise he refused to provide him with money, and at the age of 19, he had to enter the Hunan Provincial No. 1 Normal School. At that time, there were no tuition fees in normal schools, which was the result of China's commitment to education at that time.

Hunan Provincial No. 1 Normal School is full of open air, and even the mathematics building is European-style, and Changsha people call it "Western-style building". The classrooms are very foreign, with beautiful floors and glass windows. The school provides students with the opportunity to gain exposure to new ideas, encourages them to think freely, and organizes different societies. The students' publications include those advocating apoliticalism, nationalism, and Marxism. A portrait of Marx was once hung in the auditorium. Addicted to reading newspapers, he had already seen the term "socialism" in the newspapers, and here he heard "communalism" for the first time. At that time, China was truly "a hundred flowers blooming".

Like students all over the world, he likes to discuss issues with his friends endlessly, sometimes walking along the Xiangjiang River, sometimes climbing the hill behind the campus, and sitting in the grass debating late into the night. The crickets sang beside them, the fireflies flew around them in a flash, and the lights out bell rang, and they ignored it. Traveling is a daily routine for them, and it takes a month to go around. The farmer kindly welcomed them and provided them with food and lodging, and they reciprocated by writing a couplet.

In a high-minded discussion, he advocated that the collection of essays and poems after the Tang and Song dynasties should be burned in one furnace. This was the first time he mentioned burning books. At that time, this was not bizarre, and in the atmosphere of emancipation of the mind of the ancients, all the natural and righteous truths were challenged, and the great rebellion of the past became a matter of course. Is it necessary for the state to exist? What about families? What about marriage? What about private property? It's not strange to talk about anything, and you can say anything.

It was in this atmosphere that he formed his moral outlook. At the age of 24, he made extensive annotations on the Chinese translation of the German philosopher Paulsen's Principles of Ethics. In these commentaries, he was outspoken about his morality. These ideas have accompanied him throughout his life.

At the heart of his entire moral outlook is the "I" above all else. He wrote:

"The value of morality must be motivated by the interests of others as the motive for its actions, and I do not think so."

"We want to kill our own surname, and we have our own heart, and we have the most precious moral law. There are people and things in the world, and they all exist because of me. ”

His morality is tantamount to complete freewheeling. He does not admit duties and responsibilities, "I only have obligations to myself, and not to others." ”

"I am only responsible for my subjective and objective reality, and I am not responsible for those who are not my subjective and objective reality. I don't know the past, I don't know the future, and it has nothing to do with my personal reality. ”

"To whom am I accountable if I do what I want?"

For him, any achievement is meaningful only if it can be enjoyed in real life. The name behind him is "not my pleasure, it comes after it, and it is not my bow to reality." ”

"We are not here to bequeath to posterity." He completely disdained the pursuit of "eternal beauty".

Conscience is a psychological constraint on human impulses. He argued: "Conscience and impulse should be in agreement, reconciled rather than conflicted." ”

"The two are one and the same thing, and our various actions must be impulsive everywhere, driven by impulses everywhere, and recognized everywhere with a clear conscience." In his view, the "conscience" is only a tool in the service of his "impulses".

Paulsen said, "No murder, no theft, no deception, these are the supreme commands of conscience." He disagreed, saying: "I do not consider it a conscience in such a way, and I do not think that man wants to defend himself and his life is motivated by the idea of profit." According to his meaning, people do not do these bad things, but only out of personal interests, and if they do it with impunity, then they will do it.

Another central feature of his surname is the word "broken", and he said that for China, "I must reinvent it as it is made of material causes", and "the state is like this, so is the nation, and so is the human race." "The same is true of the destruction of the universe...... How much do we hope for its destruction, and to destroy the old universe and gain a new universe, is it not better than the old universe? ”

Even now, he has said exactly the same thing. In other words, at the age of 24, he has already explained in clear language the outlook on life that he has adhered to all his life. Of course, in 1918, these words were just words. Although he was not an idle man, and some people commented that he was "very rare to have such a handsome qualification", he did not show any talent for leadership. I don't see that he has a charisma at school. When he sent out a notice to recruit friends and posted it in some schools in Changsha, only a few people answered. When he and his friends founded the "Xinmin Society", although he was active, he was not the elected director-general.

At that time, it was difficult for him to find a decent job. In June 1918, he graduated from the Normal School. Many young people aspire to study abroad. People like him, whose families are not wealthy, often go to France to work and study part-time, and work and study. At that time, France had lost many young men in the First World War and was in need of labor.

Being a laborer is not what he wants to do. People who go to France also have to learn French, and he is not good at languages, and only speaks Hunan dialect all his life. There was a Russian fever for a while, and he also wanted to go to Russia, but he couldn't pronounce the Russian word list well, and the other students laughed at him, so he got angry. As a result, he went neither to France nor to Russia.

(To be continued)