Zhou Hexuan told the truth and said with a smile: "My handwriting is very poor. Boss Meng really wants it?"
Meng Hongrong thought he was joking and said happily: "Thank you, Principal Zhou, for the words!"
Zhu Xiang had seen Zhou Hexuan's calligraphy with earthworms crawling around. This guy was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, so he stood up and shouted: "Shopkeeper, bring me pen and ink!"
This is a Chinese-style restaurant, and the accountants use calligraphy brushes for accounting. They quickly brought in pens, ink, and inkstones, but it took a lot of effort to find rice paper.
Hearing the commotion, the shopkeeper and guests came to join in the fun and asked about Zhou Hexuan's background.
Everyone put away the dishes and ordered the waiters to clean the table and give the front seat to Zhou Hexuan.
"Principal Zhou, please!" Meng Hongrong said respectfully.
"** and Ban, right?" Zhou Hexuan asked, holding the brush.
"Yes." Meng Hongrong vaguely felt something was wrong, because Zhou Hexuan's movements in holding the brush were quite unfamiliar.
Zhou Hexuan picked up his pen and stood at the table with concentration, looking like a great calligrapher.
A diner asked quietly: "Who is this gentleman?"
People in Chunhe's class replied: "This is Mr. Zhou Hexuan, the president of Peking University!"
"It turns out he is the president of Peking University. No wonder he is so elegant."
"I know Zhou Hexuan, he is a great scholar who wrote "The Rise of Great Powers"."
"Mr. Zhou's calligraphy must be exquisite. I will ask for a copy later."
"Just you? Save it, Mr. Zhou's calligraphy is rare."
"..."
In the midst of everyone's discussion, Zhou Hexuan wrote the three characters "Chunhe Ban" on the rice paper like a god.
"hiss!"
Everyone gasped.
The scene was deathly silent, and everyone was stunned by his shocking calligraphy.
"Eclectic, what a good word!" Only Zhu Xiang laughed and cheered.
Zhou Hexuan said quite modestly: "Boss Meng, I didn't write well, please forgive me."
After hearing what he said, everyone had only one thought in their minds: Honest people! If you say you can't write well, you will write well, and you will never break your promise.
Meng Hongrong just wanted to cry, but he still had to laugh, smiling like a dead mother. He picked up the rice paper with the ink still wet and said: "Okay... uh, good calligraphy, good calligraphy, haha."
Before Zhou Hexuan traveled through time, he was accustomed to using computers. Let alone writing brushes, even writing with hard pen was like a dog crawling.
How do you say these three words in front of me? They are probably better than the Mengtong in the old society. If they were used to engrave a plaque, it would be really embarrassing.
Meng Xiaodong couldn't help but smile and help explain: "San Bo, Brother Zhou has lived in Nanyang and the West since he was a child, and is used to writing foreign languages. It is really difficult for you to ask him to write calligraphy."
"I see, I was presumptuous." Meng Hongrong apologized with a smile.
When everyone heard this, they were immediately relieved.
Turns out to be a fake foreign devil!
Zhou Hexuan didn't feel embarrassed, so he asked the waiter to rearrange the food and wine, and shouted: "Don't be stunned, keep drinking!"
"Yes, drink," Li Shoumin clapped his hands and said with a smile, "He Xuan really has the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and he is not limited to physical appearance."
Zhou Hexuan laughed: "Are you trying to say that I'm not afraid of embarrassment?"
"Haha, that's exactly what I mean." Li Shoumin said happily.
Zhou Hexuan said seriously to Meng Hongrong: "Boss Meng, among us, the one who writes the best calligraphy with calligraphy is Brother Shoumin, followed by Brother Ziyuan. The calligraphy I just said was purely embarrassing, so don't take it seriously."
If you want to ask for words, ask the two of them to write it, and make sure it is appropriate."
The originally awkward atmosphere, because Zhou Hexuan, the person involved, didn't care, and the others didn't think much about it. On the contrary, everyone found it very interesting, especially the onlookers, who regarded what just happened as an anecdote. When chatting with others in the future, they You will probably say: Even though the president of Peking University is very knowledgeable, his calligraphy skills are not as good as mine.
This incident was widely circulated, and even Zhang Taiyan in the south had heard about it. When Zhou Hexuan shamelessly approached Zhang Taiyan next year to ask for a calligraphy, Mr. Zhang, who had always been stingy with calligraphy, actually laughed and wrote to him urgently. Nearly a hundred words long.
After drinking and eating, Zhou Hexuan, Li Shoumin and Zhu Xiang put their arms around each other and went downstairs drunkenly. Only Shen Congwen had good self-control and could stop being drunk. When he left, he supported Zheng Zhengyin who was already drunk.
Meng Xiaodong sent them downstairs, smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhou."
"Thank you for everything, they are all friends." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.
Zhang Xueliang, Yu Fengzhi and his wife, and Feng Yong, who is not here today, were all invited by Zhou Hexuan on Meng Xiaodong's behalf. In addition, the owner of Xinming Theater was invited to dinner, and the effect should be very good. It is estimated that the news will spread tomorrow - Meng Xiaodong Xiaodong was covered by the young commander.
Meng Xiaodong knew this, so she became even more grateful to Zhou Hexuan. This man was always helping her.
"rickshaw!"
The voices of the Sun brothers broke the atmosphere.
Meng Xiaodong smoothed her hair from her forehead, helped them get into the car and sit down, waved her hand and said, "Brothers, please go slowly!"
"Go back!" Zhou Hexuan turned around and said with a smile.
As the rickshaw drove further and further, Zhang Yunhe was standing behind his daughter at some point and said with satisfaction: "This Mr. Zhou has a good character."
"Of course I know." Meng Xiaodong pursed her lips and said.
…
The next day.
Zhou Hexuan did not go to work in the newspaper office, but went directly to Feng's mansion to visit Mr. Feng who was seriously ill.
Feng Yong looked depressed. Although he was a swinger who liked to play pranks, he valued love and justice, was very kind to his friends, and was filial to his parents.
"How is the old man's condition?" Zhou Hexuan asked.
Feng Yong shook his head and said: "I was in coma for two days. The doctor said that I was no longer able to survive and asked me to prepare for my funeral."
Zhou Hexuan comforted him: "Maybe a miracle will happen."
"I hope so." Feng Yong sighed.
At this moment, the maid suddenly ran over in a hurry: "Master, master is awake!"
"Really?" Feng Yong ignored Zhou Hexuan and ran into Feng Delin's bedroom in a panic.
Zhou Hexuan followed quickly and saw Feng Delin lying on the bed, his eyes wide open, and he wanted to speak, but he was short of breath and faintly uttered two words: "Go home..."
"Go back to the Northeast?" Feng Yong asked.
"Resign and go home." Feng Delin blinked.
"Dad, I listen to you and will never be an official again." Feng Yong wiped away his tears.
Feng Delin smiled happily, closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Feng Yong shouted: "Come here, prepare a car and go back to Beizhen!"
Zhou Hexuan reminded: "I'm afraid the old man can't stand the travel."
"No matter, this is his last wish," Feng Yong turned to Zhou Hexuan and said, "I will write a letter later to resign as the commander of the Northeast Air Force. You can help me forward it to Liu Zi."
"Okay." Zhou Hexuan agreed.
Feng Yong, the commander of the Air Force, was recommended and promoted by Zhang Xueliang. Air Force affairs are basically handled by the young marshal, so he is now resigning to Zhang Xueliang.
That afternoon, Feng Yong took his father back to his old home in Beizhen. Just two days later, news came that Feng Delin had passed away.
Zhang Zuolin, Zhang Xueliang and his son immediately rushed to Fengtian. As a friend, Zhou Hexuan could not turn a blind eye. He entrusted the newspaper work to Li Shoumin and took the Sun brothers by train to the northeast along the Beijing-Fengtian line.
