The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

  Tsinghua Garden, I-shaped Hall, West Guest Room.

  Under the bright electric lights, the four people were still staying up late and fighting hard, and the house was filled with smoke, like a fairyland in Penglai.

   just choked a little.

   "Hey, it's three cakes again." Wu Mi threw out a card depressed.

   Zhao Yuanren said happily: "Haha, there is something to eat even if you don't have any cards, I've already drawn the cards, Lord Ren, be careful!"

  Liang Qichao took a heavy puff on his cigarette and threw the **** away before going to draw the cards, and then he hesitated. What I found was a "North Wind", the Dasheng chapter, the deck is almost over, and no one has ever seen it.

   Seeing him thinking about it for a long time, Wu Mi couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Ren, have you got the gun card again?"

   "What gun? Don't be a crow!" Liang Qichao had already drawn against Hu, and he was really reluctant, so he gritted his teeth and beat Beifeng out.

   Zhou Hexuan, Zhao Yuanren, and Wu Mi looked at each other, and then pushed down their cards at the same time.

  Three shots!

   Zhao Yuanren was extremely speechless: "President Ren, you still dare to hit the North Wind at this time? I squeezed four hands and didn't dare to come out."

  Liang Qichao stretched his neck to see that all the three Nima families hang Beifeng alone, and his face turned black from depression.

"Go on, go on," Liang Qichao said with a smile on his face despite his stinky skills, after counting the silver, "After a long period of research, I found that mahjong must be played, and to save the country, it must be played. Mahjong. Playing mahjong can observe people's character and exercise tenacity. Once you sit down, no matter who wins or loses, you must play four laps. Even if you fail in the first three laps, there is still hope for turning over the book. Our country and other countries Don’t be discouraged if you lose in competition. This spirit can be exercised at the mahjong table.”

  The three of Zhou Hexuan burst into laughter, and couldn't help but praised: "Ren Gong's discussion!"

   After another round, Liang Qichao finally succeeded and said happily: "Did you see it? Perseverance can win!"

   Wu Mi yawned and said, "Let's hit here tonight, it's already midnight."

   Zhao Yuanren also said: "Yes, Mingcheng has to get up early to take the train."

   "It's okay, next time I'll take revenge." Liang Qichao got up and laughed smartly.

   It is summer, and the moonlight outside is like water.

   Zhou Hexuan came out of the west room, walked through a corridor, and saw the twists and turns of the lotus pond. A faint mist rose on the water surface, like wisps of blue smoke in the moonlight, the breeze came slowly, and the lotus leaves swayed, revealing white lotus flowers, like a shy and timid girl in a boudoir.

  Zhou Hexuan suddenly remembered Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond", which seemed to be written in Tsinghua Garden. The situation is the same, but the people walking under the moon have changed.

   Dressed in the moonlight and returned to the guest room, Zhou Hexuan began to pack his things - mainly a few calligraphy. This is what Zhou Hexuan asked shamelessly, and it will definitely appreciate in value after several decades, and it can be regarded as a family heirloom.

   A total of six reels—

   "Men's ambitions are all things in the world, but there is no end to progress." This was written by Liang Qichao.

   "Four o'clock is cute but Haruhi, one thing can be mad and a boy." This is written by Wang Guowei.

   "Some people know the heart, but the earth has no soil." This is what Liang Suming wrote.

   "In high mountains and flowing waters, it is hard to find bosom friends." This was written by Zhao Yuanren.

   "Patriotism is the primary virtue of a civilized man." This was written by Wu Mi.

   "With bronze as a mirror, you can correct your clothes. With history as a mirror, you can know the ups and downs. With people as a mirror, you can understand your pros and cons." This is what Chen Yinke wrote.

   Zhou Hexuan spread out the scroll and looked at the square seals, smiling like a weasel who stole a chicken. These days, anyone who has read books can write very beautifully in calligraphy. He plans to go back to Tianjin to find Zhang Xueliang, Feng Yong, Li Shoumin, Wenxiu and others to also write a few words.

   In the future, whenever you see famous people, you can ask for calligraphy treasures, collect them and put them in boxes. It will be interesting to take them out in a few decades.

   Putting away the calligraphy and painting, Zhou Hexuan fell asleep, and it was already dawn when he woke up.

   "Mingcheng take care!"

   Several gentlemen took Zhou Hexuan to the gate of Tsinghua Garden.

   Zhou Hexuan bowed one by one to say goodbye, and left with the Sun brothers, along with Wang Qianming, Wang Guowei's son.

  Wang Qianming has recovered from his illness. Chinese medicine says it is typhoid fever, and western medicine diagnoses it as intestinal bacterial infection. Anyway, I took all the medicines prescribed by traditional Chinese medicine and western medicine, and it was not clear who cured it. He is a customs clerk in Shanghai. He took leave a while ago to visit relatives in Peiping, but he couldn't afford it, and only now has he recovered and returned to the south.

  In history, Wang Qianming died of typhoid fever.

   Typhoid fever may recur. Western medicine says that the germs lurking in the lesions re-reproduce and invade the blood circulation, causing bacteremia again.

   Zhou Hexuan said worriedly, "Brother Qianming, although you don't understand medicine, you don't look very normal. Let me go to Tianjin to find a doctor and have a look."

  Wang Qianming smiled disapprovingly and said, "I'm just recovering from a serious illness, and of course my complexion is not good. The doctor said that I'm all right now, so there is nothing to worry about my brother."

   Zhou Hexuan didn't know what to say. He planned to drag Wang Qianming to the hospital after he arrived in Tianjin.

  The waiting room at the station is also graded. Zhou Hexuan and the others bought second-class tickets, which are cheaper than first-class tickets and higher than third-class tickets. It's not to be coercive, but the cheapest cars are too crowded and smell bad.

   After waiting for a long time, more than a dozen people suddenly came in the waiting room, and there was Meng Xiaodong in it.

  Meng Xiaodong looked extraordinarily youthful and pretty in a floral dress. She was very surprised to see Zhou Hexuan: "Mr. Zhou, you are also in Beiping!"

   "I'm here to work in Peiping," Zhou Hexuan explained briefly, looking at the person behind her and asking, "Are these your friends?"

  Meng Xiaodong quickly turned around and introduced: "This is Mr. Chen Xiuhua, a famous Tan school. Teacher, this is Mr. Zhou Hexuan, a famous writer."

   "Hello Mr. Zhou!"

   "Hello Mr. Chen!"

   The two sides shook hands and knew each other, and they exchanged a few words of greetings before saying no more. Zhou Hexuan doesn't understand Beijing opera, and Chen Xiuhua doesn't care about literature either, and they don't have a common language anyway.

  Meng Xiaodong seemed very enthusiastic, standing next to Zhou Hexuan and said, "Mr. Zhou, your article "I Have a Dream" is so good!"

   "I just feel it." Zhou Hexuan laughed.

  Meng Xiaodong added: "By the way, I have moved to Peiping. This time I went to Tianjin to perform with the troupe."

   "You're on stage again?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

   "I haven't officially resumed the show yet, mainly to follow Mr. Chen to learn the play." Meng Xiaodong said.

   The two chatted for a while, the train had already entered the station, their carriages were different, and they separated from each other when they reached the platform.

  Meng Xiaodong turned his head and looked not far away, Zhou Hexuan was tall, standing in the crowd like a standout, he could see it at a glance.

   "Xiaodong, it's time to get in the car!" Chen Xiuhua patted her shoulder as a reminder.

   "Oh." Meng Xiaodong suddenly came back to his senses and crowded towards the door with the crowd.

  Chen Xiuhua asked: "Do you have any interest in this Mr. Zhou?"

   Meng Xiaodong's pretty face blushed: "How can there be? It's just an ordinary friend."

   Chen Xiuhua warned: "He is a progressive intellectual, we are opera singers, after all, we are not a class of people."

   "Oh, I know." Meng Xiaodong sighed softly, suddenly feeling very inferior.

  The drama actors of this era still belong to the lower class after all. Celebrities are indeed sought after, but when it comes to marriage, it shows the essence.

   No matter how popular the actor is, it is impossible to marry into a famous family, and he can only be a concubine. A scholar with a little status is also unwilling to marry an actor, and it will make people laugh.