Xu Zhimo ran from Peking to Tianjin, but Meng Xiaodong went from Tianjin to Peiping.
There are many famous Peking Opera teachers in Tianjin. Meng Xiaodong spent two years visiting and asking for advice, and he has already become the head of each family. Meng Xiaodong went to Peking a while ago and met Chen Xiuhua, a famous master of the Tan School. Although he did not formally worship at the entrance wall, he was allowed to
Learn from Master Chen.
For this reason, Meng Xiaodong bought two courtyard houses in Peiping, planning to bring her parents and brothers from Shanghai. She is very rich, with a bank deposit of tens of thousands, all earned from previous performances.
Early in the morning, Meng Xiaodong locked the door and went out. There was a performance by Chen Xiuhua's theater troupe today, and she was going to watch the whole performance and learn some Tan School techniques.
"Eaaah!"
The door of the courtyard next door opened, and a pair of little sisters walked out. The elder sister was about thirteen or fourteen years old, fair-skinned, beautiful, and pitiful; the younger sister was also eleven or twelve years old, but her appearance was much inferior, and she was still a yellow-haired girl.
The elder sister glanced at Meng Xiaodong who had just left the house, and asked curiously: "Sister, did you just move here?"
"Yes, my name is Meng Xiaodong, and I live on the 26th." Meng Xiaodong pointed to the side, "I also bought it on the 25th."
My sister seemed to feel that Meng Xiaodong was particularly friendly, and said happily: "Then we are neighbors. I live in Courtyard No. 27. My name is Wang Mintong, and this is my sister Wang Han."
In fact, the two sisters are not surnamed Wang, but have the compound surname Wanyan. The elder sister is Wanyan Litongji, and the younger sister is Wanyan Bilin. They are the cousins of Queen Wanrong. They lived in the palace for the past few years. Recently, Zhang Zuolin bought the palace and the family
Then he moved back to his ancestral home in Dongsisantiao Hutong.
Meng Xiaodong chatted with Wang Mintong for a few words, then walked to the entrance of the alley and called a rickshaw to go to Shaojiu Alley inside Chaoyang Gate.
There is a former Qing palace on the north side of Shaojiu Hutong Road. It was called Prince Heng's Palace during the Qianlong period and was renamed Prince Dun's Palace after Jiaqing. No matter who the prince was, it is now like a passing sight. The luxurious and noble palace has become the residence of wealthy merchants.
Today the old lady in the mansion celebrates her 80th birthday and is hosting a banquet for guests from all over. How could such a grand event not include a troupe?
Meng Xiaodong got off the car at the side entrance of the palace and waited for a while. Chen Xiuhua also appeared with his troupe. After everyone gathered together, they entered the palace collectively.
Although it was early, the servants were already busy. Tables and benches were brought out and set up one by one. There were more than twenty baskets of cups, dishes and dishes piled in the backyard. There were ten servants responsible for washing the dishes alone.
Near noon, the theatrical troupe with makeup began to take the stage, and the guests who came to celebrate the birthday also took their seats one by one.
"Xiaodong, you go down below and sit and listen to the show, so you can see it more clearly." Chen Xiuhua ordered.
Meng Xiaodong smiled and said: "You can just stand next to the stage. The people sitting below are all guests. How can I have the nerve to go?"
"It's okay, I've made an agreement with the host." Chen Xiuhua has a great reputation. His grandfather was enshrined in the inner court of the Qing Dynasty, and his father was a famous Qingyi.
Meng Xiaodong couldn't refuse, so she thanked Master Chen and left the theater backstage to find a seat. She didn't dare to sit at a table near the front. The guests were all prominent people, so she could only find a corner at the back.
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After searching for a while, Meng Xiaodong saw a table full of young women sitting there, and all of them were wearing civilized new clothes (tops and skirts), and they looked like they were all female students.
"Excuse me, is there any room here?" Meng Xiaodong went over and asked.
One of the girls smiled and said: "Sit wherever you want, we are guests too."
Meng Xiaodong took a seat and asked casually: "Which school are you from?"
"From the Women's College of Yan University," the girl was very talkative and spoke like a machine gun. "My name is Hang Shujun, her name is Zhou Yuan, her name is Lu Beixi, her name is Feng Zhaodi, her name is..."
Yenching University is Yenching University. It was formed by the merger of four British and American missionary schools. It is divided into men's colleges and women's colleges. Its first president was Leighton Stuart. After the founding of New China, Yenching University was abolished and split, and each department was merged into Tsinghua University.
, Peking University, National Chengchi University, University of Finance and Nationalities University.
Meng Xiaodong nodded and saluted everyone, and said with a smile: "Hello everyone, my name is Meng Xiaodong."
Just as he was talking, another girl suddenly ran over, sat down hurriedly and said, "Tingting and the others are going to have a poetry meeting in the afternoon, so don't run around. Let's go and join in the fun together."
"I'm going to watch a show here," Feng Zhaodi said. "Today's grand finale is that Mr. Chen will be on stage in person."
"What's so good about Peking Opera? It's a cliché thing," Hang Shujun said disdainfully, "the poetry show is more interesting."
The girl sitting at the end raised the newspaper in her hand and said with a smile: "I found two good poems in this issue of "Poetry"!"
Lu Beixi quickly asked: "Who wrote it? Xu Zhimo, Zhu Xiang, or Wen Yiduo?"
"No," the girl said with a proud smile, "Haha, you would never guess that it is Zhou Hexuan who wrote "The Rise of the Great Powers"."
"He can also write poetry?" Hang Shujun asked in surprise.
"Ahem, let me read it to you," the girl spread out the newspaper and cleared her throat, ""A Generation", the night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find the light!"
The girls were pricking up their ears to listen, but the girl suddenly stopped.
"No more?" Zhou Yuan asked.
"No more." the girl said.
Feng Zhaodi said: "It's too short, only two sentences."
"Poetry is not long, but subtle," the girl said with emotion. "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light. How wonderful that in just two sentences, it describes today's dark society, and it also
It inspires us not to be afraid of the darkness, but to look for a bright future. I would say that Zhou Hexuan's poetic talent is no less than that of Xu Zhimo and Wen Yiduo."
The girls silently recalled the two lines of the poem, feeling more and more that the aftertaste was long and full of truth.
Meng Xiaodong pursed his lips and smiled. Mr. Zhou seemed to know everything, and he actually started writing poetry again.
The girl added: "There is another song "Seeing and Not Seeing", everyone listen to it: You see me, or you don't see me/I am right there/Not sad or happy/You miss me, or you don't miss me...Love each other in silence/Silent love
.”
The whole place was silent, and the female students were speechless.
In Xu Zhimo's eyes, "Seeing and Not Seeing" is just a short poem expressing emotions, while "A Generation" is a wonderful pen.
But for young female students, "A Generation" may have some taste, but "Seeing and Not Seeing" is a really good and talented poem.
As expected of the poisonous chicken soup recommended by "Reader", all the girls at the table were poisoned.
"It's deeply touching. Mr. Zhou must be a man with stories."
"It should be a love poem written by Mr. Zhou to his lover."
"If only some man could write me this kind of poem."
"Hee hee, you are having an erotic dream in front of everyone, you are not ashamed!"
"I want you to take care of it!"
"..."
Listening to the laughter and banter of the girls at this table, Meng Xiaodong felt a little sad and murmured to himself: "Siren loves each other, silently likes each other, who is he writing to?"
Those girls then said: "Hope Primary School is recruiting teachers in Peiping, and Mr. Zhou is the person in charge. Which of you wants to go?"
"I would like to go, but my family will definitely not agree."
"That's right, I'm planning to study abroad in France after graduation."
"Will Mr. Zhou come to Peiping? If he comes in person, I will definitely go and see it."
"..."
Yenching University is a church school, and the students there are all from wealthy families, and really no one wants to be a primary school teacher. They are very interested in it, mostly out of a follow-up mentality, and are keen to catch up with the trend of patriotism and progress.
Meng Xiaodong leaned on the table with her cheeks in her hands, staring at the stage, but she was not in the mood to watch a show and learn skills. Instead, she was thinking about the people in Tianjin. She didn't know why, but Zhou Hexuan gave her a different feeling than others.
It's the same, as if it doesn't belong to this era.