The camera sounded the shutter sound continuously. Xu Zhimo had given up the useless struggle and lay listlessly on the Taishi chair with an expression of being ruined.
Now it’s really lifeless!
That damn reporter Chen Liangji actually said with a smile: "Mr. Xu, cheer up, today is your big day, let's take beautiful photos."
"That's enough for you!" Xu Zhimo suddenly sat up and shouted.
Chen Liangji smiled and said: "Yes, that's it, but your expression should be more peaceful, otherwise you will turn into a glaring King Kong."
Xu Zhimo laughed in anger, and then said in a waning tone: "Whatever you like, do it."
Zhang Jiazhu greeted everyone and said, "Everyone, come over. Let's take a photo with Zhimo. This opportunity is rare."
As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly became lively, and everyone came to Xu Zhimo and put their arms around each other. Fortunately, Churchill's signature move has not yet come out, otherwise many people would probably show off their scissorhands for taking photos.
Yang Duanliu laughed: "They are really having fun."
"Zhimo almost collapsed." Ling Shuhua couldn't bear it.
Chen Xiying said happily: "It's okay, let's go there too."
Su Xuelin couldn't help laughing and said: "I really didn't expect that the great scholar Xu would have such embarrassing moments."
Compared with the prominent family backgrounds of Yuan Changying and Ling Shuhua, Su Xuelin was much inferior. Her grandfather was just a county magistrate in the former Qing Dynasty, and her father did not hold a high official position. So she later mentioned in her memoirs that she had a relationship with them in her early years.
The relationship between Ling Shuhua and Yuan Changying is based on the term "climbing into relationships".
When talking about Xu Zhimo, Su Xuelin almost spoke in the tone of a fan girl, and described going to listen to Xu Zhimo's speech as "paying homage".
In Su Xuelin's mind, Xu Zhimo is tall, glorious, and wise, like the sun that radiates endless rays of light.
At this moment, the idol's image completely collapsed, leaving only a bald head that was ruined by others.
Su Xuelin followed and walked over. Although she was well-known in the literary world and was a goddess in the eyes of countless literary lovers, she was extremely inconspicuous on such occasions. Anyone around could crush Su Xuelin. She could only
He stood silently on the edge and took photos with everyone.
Xu Shenru stood far away with a smile on his face, letting his son be manipulated. Not only was he not angry, but he was very grateful for the actions of Zhou Hexuan and others. The reason was very simple, the more absurd and lively the better, Xu Zhimo was noisy just now.
Are you going back to Shanghai?
Everyone knew very well that although on the surface they were teasing Xu Zhimo, the real purpose was to completely dispel the idea of Xu Zhimo becoming a monk.
After taking the group photo, Zhou Hexuan clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Gentlemen and ladies, our farewell party will be officially held tomorrow, and a hot pot banquet has been arranged tonight. Everyone eats and drinks well, and the money spent on the meal will be recorded on Master Zhimo. From now on, he will go down the mountain to beg for alms slowly.
Pay off the debt!”
"Okay, it's time to eat hot pot!" Zhang Jiazhu was the first to boo.
The servants of the Xu family have set up ten large pots in the bamboo forest, and the dead monk has also been invited to have a meal together. The hot pot base oil is rapeseed oil, and the ingredients are all vegetarian. There is no wine and enough tea.
Anyway, the monks cannot be allowed to break their precepts.
Everyone was chatting with friends, and five or six people gathered in separate small circles, each chatting around a big pot.
The sun has not yet set and it is still hot in the bamboo forest. But so many good friends gathered together, everyone talked about all kinds of interesting things and recalled each other's experiences, and they were very happy even if they were sweating.
Su Xuelin, who likes to write memoir prose most, wrote one in Taiwan in the 1970s:
"It was an unprecedented literary event. More than fifty scholars and celebrities gathered on the bank of Taihu Lake. In Wang Xizhi's words, it was 'all the virtuous people have gathered together, and the young and old have gathered together'. My friends Yuan Lanzi, Ling Shuhua, and I My husband came with me and met Shen Congwen and his wife, Ms. Zhang Zhaohe, on the way."
"The scene we encountered when we floated across Taihu Lake in a boat and arrived at Xiangfu Temple shocked me. Mr. Xu Zhimo, the Prince Charming in the hearts of countless girls, had his hair shaved off, and was represented by Zhou Mingcheng, Hu Shizhi, Four gentlemen, Song Chunfang and Zhang Jiazhu, were dragged out and pressed on chairs for reporters to take pictures. To be disrespectful to the poet Xu, hearing his angry and helpless roar reminded me of pig slaughter in the countryside..."
"That evening we had hot pot, and everyone, regardless of their status or reputation, sat on the floor. As a result, I got to know Mr. Zhou Hexuan, Mr. Liang Sicheng, Ms. Lu Xiaoman, Mr. Jin Yuelin, Mr. Song Chunfang, Mr. Chen Mengjia... The list can be very long. By the way. , and Miss Ruan Lingyu, she was a big star who was popular all over the country at that time."
"Mr. Zhou Hexuan himself is more handsome than the photos in the newspapers. He is very tall, more than 180 centimeters tall. When I stood next to him, I could only reach my shoulders. His most beautiful things are his eyebrows and eyes. The two eyebrows look like they have been carefully trimmed. They were cut like two sharp knives. His eyes were deep and bright, and they reflected firelight like stars. At that time, I was thinking that the legendary 'Star-Eyed Sword Eyebrows' were probably like this."
"Mr. Zhou Hexuan's words and deeds are very casual, which is completely different from Mr. Xu Zhimo. Although Xu Zhimo is also humorous at gatherings, he can take care of everyone's emotions and is always personable and maintains his image. But Zhou As for sir, he jokes unscrupulously. If you are very familiar with him, then be sure not to let him bring up embarrassing things. He is sarcastic and so mean that it makes people laugh or cry, but does not make them feel disgusted."
"Later I thought about it carefully, Mr. Zhou is actually a very smart man. He also has to choose the target for his jokes. For example, Mr. Zhou will never make fun of the sensitive Shen Congwen, because this approach will make it difficult for Shen Congwen. Step down..."
Let's return to reality. Zhou Hexuan broke off two bamboo branches and shouted loudly: "Sing one, sing one. It's your turn, brother Shi, remember to do the opposite!"
Hu Shi stood up dejectedly. He had just lost the boxing match and had to perform in public. He glared at Zhou Hexuan, suddenly raised his orchid finger, and sang in a thin voice: "Young lady, you are so handsome, you are Junrui, you are elegant and talented. You don't need a lot of money to buy romance." , the moon moves over the flowers and the beauty comes. Tonight, the debt of lovesickness is resolved, and a couple is in love with each other..."
"good!"
Everyone clapped and cheered, and many of them laughed so hard that their stomachs ached. Hu Shi's appearance as a famous actress was so funny.
Zhou Hexuan found the abbot of Xiangfu Temple again, dragged the old monk's sleeves and said, "Come on, Master Zhongyong, let's do some punches too."
Master Zhongyong waved his hands and smiled bitterly: "I don't need to do that."
"Today, regardless of whether you are a monk, young or old, Master Zhongyong will have a great time." Zhou Hexuan had long seen that this old monk was a quickie.
The monks in the temple immediately glared at Zhou Hexuan, thinking that his behavior had violated the abbot.
Master Zhongyong's performance surprised his disciples, and they said with a smile: "Then one of us will go?"
Seeing their abbot punching and shouting, the monks were stunned and felt that their outlook was completely ruined.
With the participation of Master Zhongyong, tonight's banquet reached its climax, and even the most reserved Ruan Lingyu went crazy.
Who could have imagined that four years later, the Japanese invaders entered the mountains to raid the mountains and were met with stubborn resistance by the local anti-Japanese armed forces. The Japanese troops were so angry that they even set fire to the temple. Master Zhongyong did not choose to escape, but led the monks to rise up and fight.
All sixteen monks in the temple were killed or injured, and only one disabled monk was left to keep the incense.
These monks in front of me are all future anti-Japanese martyrs.