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The news of Chen Yongren's death was like a basin of cold water pouring Chen Zikun from head to the soles of his feet. The sea of ​​people was vast, where to find his own life experience.

There was no place to go, so he had to go back to the slum. When Chief Xue saw that he was carrying the bedding roll and turned back, he was about to ask questions, but seeing Chen Zikun's face was frustrated, he swallowed the words again. After waiting for a while, he called Xiao Shunzi out alone. After understanding the whole story, he pondered: "I have to think of a way."

When he returned to his house, he called his wife and son to discuss: "The relative whom Chen had joined was dead, and he was alone and spent all his money on treating Xing'er's mother. He is kind and we have to be righteous. I thought about letting him do the monthly work arranged for Baoqing first, and then talk about it."

My wife was a kind man and replied, "You can do it if you are the leader."

Baoqing has been waiting for this monthly job for half a year, but after hearing what his father said, he said without hesitation: "Okay, I will teach him some rules for pulling a cart so that he can show his timidity at that time."

Chief Xue was very pleased and patted his son on the shoulder: "Let's go back and find a good job for you."

He got up and came to Xiao Shunzi's house. He knocked on the door and went in. Chen Zikun was sitting on the kang in a daze. When he saw Chief Xue Xun came in, he quickly got up and greeted him.

"You sit there, don't be polite. I've come here for such a time. It happens to be a monthly job. If you don't dislike it, I'll take you to meet a job. If you think it doesn't work, we'll look for it again."

Chen Zikun changed color and thought to himself that I was a divine gun and fast-legged little white dragon was about to fall to the point of pulling rickshaws. Just as he was about to refuse, he heard from Chief Xue: "That's a wealthy family, the gate of Houzhai Hutong on Shifuma Street. I heard that the owner is from the south and an official from the Ministry of Education."

"Okay, I'll try it." Chen Zikun blurted out, and the slender blue figure appeared in his mind.

"This is fate." He thought happily, but said, "Thank you, Commander Xue."

"You are so polite, this kid, the slum will be your home in the future. Neighbors will take care of each other, that's right." Commander Xue looked up and down at Chen Zikun and said, "Your outfit needs to be replaced."

Chen Zikun looked at himself, with a dog-skin hat, an old sheepskin jacket, a high-tube felt boots, and a look of old guests outside the pass. It seemed a bit out of place with the environment of Beijing. The weather in Beijing was not as bitter and cold as outside the pass, so it seemed a bit too much to wear this outfit.

The neighbors extended a helping hand. The loud old man Zhao gave Chen Zikun a set of blue cloth jackets to wear. Chief Xue gave him a pair of sturdy leather-toed cloth shoes. Xiao Shunzi sponsored a felt hat. Xing'er made a basin of hot water, took Xiangpianzi and a towel, and asked Chen Zikun to wash his face well. His face had not been washed for a while, so he forced a plate of yellow soup.

"This beard needs to be cut." Chief Xue led Chen Zikun to the shaving shop at the entrance of the alley, and shaved his beard with three copper coins. He looked much more energetic and younger.

After dressing up, Commander Xue took out a business card and gave it to Chen Zikun: "Take this to the Houzhai Hutong on Shifuma Street, Nei Xuanwumen, Lin Zhai said it was the coachman introduced by Mr. Zhou." After thinking about it, he took another map for him, "Are you literate? With this map, the roads in Beijing are all heading east, west, south, and easy to recognize."

"Thank you." Chen Zikun bowed to Chief Xue. This old man is enthusiastic and careful, and he is such a good person.

I walked all the way to Houzhai Hutong, Shifuma Street, and found the newly moved Linzhai door. The Ruyi gate was newly painted with black paint. The two copper door knockers were shiny. I knocked on it. The servant came to open the door and looked him up and down, "The new coachman?"

"Yes, I was introduced by Mr. Zhou."

"Come with me."

After entering the gate, the servant asked him to wait at the door of the downward room and went in to report it himself. Sure enough, he saw Mr. Lin accompanying a middle-aged man in a long gown, glasses and beard with a beard. Mr. Lin obviously did not recognize Chen Zikun as the person who delivered his wallet at the train station. After asking him a few simple questions, he said, "Yes, you can do it at my house and send Mr. Li to Peking University first. Oh, there is nothing to do today, so you can pick up Mr. Li from get off work."

Chen Zikun was very unhappy. It was so unlucky to mess with the old man before seeing him.

How could a tiger be obtained if he didn't enter the tiger's den? I tolerated it. Chen Zikun pulled the rickshaw out of the warehouse, took out a towel and dusted it off, and asked Mr. Li to get in the car.

Mr. Li and Mr. Lin said goodbye, and took Chen Zikun's rickshaw toward Peking University. He was still idle on the road. He asked about his long and short questions, where people were, how old, how much money he made in a month, whether he was enough to eat, etc., and Chen Zikun would not be willing to pay attention to him if he hadn't seen others be kind.

Peking University is located in the northeast corner of the Forbidden City. It is easy to find a place. It is a four-story red brick building, where Mr. Li works.

"Xiao Chen, just park the car at the door. If you can't throw it away, come in and warm it up." Mr. Li said.

Chen Zikun followed Mr. Li into the building and some college students came towards him, all of whom respectfully called Mr. Li "Director Li."

Mr. Li's office is in the southeast corner, and some students are gathering here to discuss something. When he saw Mr. Li come in, someone stood up and shouted: "Mr. Li Dazhao is here, everyone, calm down."

They sat in the room and were discussing things like philosophy, thoughts and so on. Chen Zikun squatted at the door and felt his mind flying. He stood up and wandered around. The students in the building were all wearing navy blue student outfits, with shiny copper buttons, and students' hats. The teachers were either suits and ties, or long gowns and jackets. Only Chen Zikun was out of place in a coarse cloth short-shot manner. Everyone looked at him when they saw it, but he didn't care.

Chen Zikun slipped to the door of a classroom and saw a gentle gentleman standing on the podium through the crack of the door. His hair was meticulous, his silky glasses were elegant and generous, and his serge double-breasted suit was straight. He said to the bottom: "It's not that I don't want you, it's really that Peking University has its own system, so please go out."

Looking down at the stands, a tall young man sat in the front row. The heaven was full, the ground was round, his hair was facing back, a mole on his chin, and he was wearing a half-old blue cotton robe. It was a little shabby compared to the students around him. He looked ashamed and was about to get up, but he heard a cold questioning from the door: "What is Peking University's virtue?"

All eyes were turned to the door, and a coolie in an old cotton jacket stood there, looking indignant.

"This worker, why do you have such a prejudice against Peking University?" The double-breasted suit was not angry and asked politely.

Chen Zikun was not afraid at all and said loudly: "The great thing about a university is not the reputation or the size of the school building, but the size of a person's mind. Private schools in the countryside allow children who cannot afford to study to listen to classes, but can't Peking University accommodate a student?"

The classroom suddenly exploded, and the students whispered to each other. The double-breasted suit on the podium smiled warmly: "You are right. College must have a college mind. Student Mao, you can sit down and listen. This worker, if you are interested, you might as well attend class together."

Chen Zikun looked at the blackboard and saw five chalk words "History of Chinese Literature" and felt bored. He was about to refuse, but suddenly he saw a slender blue figure sitting in the corner of the classroom. His eyes suddenly lit up and he entered the classroom with high hopes.

Student Mao first applauded, then all the students in the classroom applauded together. Finally, even the double-breasted gentleman smiled and applauded. The warm applause was for this worker who dared to enter the university classroom, and for the tolerance of Peking University, the mind and courage of Peking University.

Chen Zikun was proud and found a seat next to Mr. Mao.

"Happy meeting, Mao Runzhi, the first division of Hunan." Student Mao extended his hand to him.

Chen Zikun was a little hesitant. The other party reported the font size. Did he also report the font size of Xiaobailong with the two guns? Then he thought, this is Peking University, where the gentle one is, so he should be low-key.

"I've been impressed for a long time, Chen Zikun, a prodigal son in the border town." Chen Zikun casually made up a cool font, reached out to shake hands with classmate Mao, and asked, "Who is this teacher? Is his class very good?"

Student Mao said: "This is Professor Hu Shizhi, an advocate of the vernacular Cultural Revolution."

Chen Zikun nodded and said, "Oh~~ I don't know each other."

The classmate next to him put his finger on his lips: "Shh, whisper."

The two of them quickly stopped talking and listened carefully.

Professor Hu quoted classics on stage, and the students listened with relish. Only Chen Zikun was not interested in listening to the class, and sat pretending to behave, his eyes kept touching Miss Lin's body.

Miss Lin wore a jade-white cotton robe today. The classroom was warm and the white scarf was not wrapped. She held the pen in one hand and held her cheek in the other. She stared at the handsome Professor Hu on the stage in a daze, not paying attention to a pair of thief eyes looking at her.

Shortly after, the bell rang after class. Student Mao stood up and said to Chen Zikun: "I have something to do, so I'll say goodbye."

"Oh, goodbye." Chen Zikun bowed absent-mindedly, but his eyes stuck to Miss Lin. The slender figure jumped and went out with two female classmates.

The opportunity must not be lost and no longer comes. I followed the past and spoke for a few words. Today's action was successful. Chen Zikun thought to himself and followed Ms. Lin all the way out of the classroom and walked through the long corridor. He saw the three female students entering a door, and the wooden sign on the door wrote two words "women's toilet".

Chen Zikun blushed and turned around quickly, but ran into a man with a full body. He looked closely and saw that he was a school worker.

"Big man, Director Li is looking for you. The first floor library, hurry up and go there."

"Okay." Chen Zikun looked back at the women's bathroom reluctantly, went downstairs to the library, but found a friend he had just met, and classmate Mao was organizing newspapers quickly.

"Student Mao, you are here too." Chen Zikun greeted him and looked for Director Li in his eyes.

"Actually, I am an assistant in the library. If you have the opportunity, go and listen to the class." Mao's Hunan accent was quite strong, but there was no obstacle to Chen Zikun's hearing.

"I would like to ask you, what is the name of the Hunan First Division? Is the Hunan Army First Division?" Chen Zikun asked.

Student Mao did not laugh at Chen Zikun for his ignorance and answered seriously: "Hunan Public First Normal School, abbreviated as Hunan First Normal School, I graduated there." After a pause, he sighed and said with emotion: "The First Normal School is a good school."

Although Chen Zikun didn't understand very well, he nodded seriously: "Oh, so that's it."

Suddenly, a cheerful laughter came from a distance: "Cai Yuanpei said that this is the general principle of freedom of thought, and the reason why university is great is that a rickshaw driver actually has the same opinion as Heqing. No wonder Hu Shi was speechless."

It turned out that Li Dazhao and Chen Duxiu came over together. Li Dazhao asked with a smile: "Xiao Chen, I didn't expect you to have such knowledge. It would be a pity if you didn't go to school. By the way, I only know that your surname is Chen, do you have a name?"

Chen Zikun said: "Yes, my name is Chen Zikun."

Li Dazhao was interested. This was not like the name of a coolie. He waved his hand and called Chen Zikun to a table, took out a brush and rice paper and said, "Can you write your own name?"

"Yes." Chen Zikun pinched the brush and wrote his name on rice paper like a ghost painting talisman. However, Li Dazhao shook his head secretly. Just look at his pen posture, he knew that he had not received any education at all.

Although Chen Zikun lies on the rice paper with three words, like three dung beetles, Chen Duxiu still praised: "Yes, Kun is a sword, so why don't I give you a word? The surname is Zikun, the name is Kunwu, and Brother Shouchang, what do you think?"

Li Dazhao smiled and said, "How is it not bad for Brother Zhongfu to obtain the handwriting? Kunwu has the meaning of a precious stone and a sword, but he is actually a good handwriting. Xiao Chen, don't thank Professor Chen."

Chen Zikun said in shock that this professor was indeed very capable and could guess the words carved by the jade pendant on my neck. It was really amazing. He bowed and thanked: "Thank you, Professor Chen, for giving the words."

Li Dazhao and Chen Duxiu looked at each other and both felt that they had done something meaningful.

"By the way, Xiao Chen, I won't go home now, so you can send Miss Lin's house back first." Li Dazhao said.
Chapter completed!