The train slowly drove into Zhengyangmen East Station, with a large amount of steam coming out of the front of the car, like an angry steel monster.
The Jinlu Railway was built in 1903, extending from Marco Polo Bridge to the southeast outside the Qianmen of the inner city. It is becoming increasingly prosperous. It is adjacent to Dongjiaomin Lane to the north and Qianmen Commercial District to the south, where a large number of merchants gather every day.
There are three platforms in the station, two of which are equipped with canopies. Passengers in the three waiting rooms entered the platform one after another and lined up to board the train.
The oncoming train finally stopped, the doors opened, and passengers swarmed out. But there was a section of the car that was strange. The passengers did not leave immediately after getting off the train, but stood on both sides of the door automatically, as if waiting for some important person.
People waiting for the train on the platform immediately looked over there curiously. They saw a tall young man walking out. He was dressed in ordinary clothes. There was nothing unusual about him, but he was well-liked by everyone.
Zhou Hexuan carried his suitcase and walked through the crowd, followed closely by Liang Suming and the Sun brothers carrying the suitcase.
When they took a few steps, Chen Da behind him suddenly shouted: "Sir, your dream is also the dream of all of us! We will always remember it!"
"Goodbye, gentlemen!" Zhou Hexuan put down his suitcase, turned around and bowed deeply to everyone.
The students bent down and returned the greeting, shouting: "Take care, sir!"
This scene made the passengers on the platform extremely strange. They all focused their attention on Zhou Hexuan, wondering who he was.
Liang Xuming took off his glasses, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and sighed: "My dear brother, my speech today was inspiring and revealed the deep ambition of every Chinese."
"It's just a dream. There's a long way to go." Zhou Hexuan didn't know why. He was clearly deceiving others, but he deceived himself and was trapped in passionate emotions.
Everyone followed them silently, walked into the central hall of the station without saying a word, and then dispersed with complicated emotions.
"Jingyan, I just cried," Wu Jing looked at their leaving figures and couldn't help but ask, "When will your husband's dream come true?"
Lu Jingyan shook her head: "I don't know, I'm excited and uncomfortable right now."
Outside the station.
Zhou Hexuan looked at the bustling crowd, exhaled and said with a smile: "Brother Shou Ming, don't think so much, it's important to go to Tsinghua Garden first."
Liang Xuming laughed at himself and said: "You don't know that I am easily excited and act like a little girl, which makes my dear brother laugh."
Liang Xuming was not only easily agitated, he would cry when he saw the miserable life of the poor. Because he felt that the country had no way out, he had committed suicide many times.
At this moment, a young man suddenly followed up and said to Zhou Hexuan: "Hello, Mr. Zhou, I am Nan Huaicheng, a reporter from Shenbao. I couldn't bother you on the train just now, but what you said touched me deeply.
I hope this content can be published."
"Hello, Reporter Nan," Zhou Hexuan shook hands with him, "Isn't the Shenbao in Shanghai? Why are you here in Peiping?"
Nan Huaicheng explained: "The fighting is fierce at Nankou, and I want to come over for an interview."
"It turns out that Mr. Nan is also a war correspondent, I admire him." Zhou Hexuan praised him.
Today, there are two newspapers with the largest circulation in China, one is "Shenbao" and the other is "News", with daily sales of more than 100,000 copies, of which "Shenbao" has a daily sales volume of 140,000 copies.
Nan Huaicheng asked: "Mr. Zhou, can you still retell the content of your speech on the train?"
"Okay." Zhou Hexuan said.
Nan Huaicheng immediately took out his interview book and said, "I'm in a hurry. If Mr. Zhou doesn't mind, we'll record it now."
Zhou Hexuan narrated and Nan Huaicheng took shorthand and quickly copied the speech of more than 1,800 words.
The two shook hands and said goodbye. Zhou Hexuan and the others left in a car. Nan Huaicheng also called a rickshaw: "Go to the telegraph office!"
On the bumpy rickshaw, Nan Huaicheng continued to write, writing down everything he saw and said in the carriage. By the time he arrived at the telegraph office, he had finished writing.
At Shanghai Shenbao, a special clerk was stationed at the telegraph office every day, and the manuscript was received quickly. After seeing the content, someone was immediately sent to the newspaper headquarters. Half an hour later, the press release had arrived directly at the newspaper office.
He Guisheng, the main writer and acting editor-in-chief of "Declaration", forgot to knock on the door and rushed directly into the president's office: "Quickly read this manuscript according to your talents!"
Shi Liangcai smiled and said: "Why are you so anxious about the news? The National Revolutionary Army has won another great victory?"
"Read it yourself." He Guisheng put the press release on the table.
Shi Liangcai picked it up and read it for a long time. The smile on his face became heavy, and suddenly he sighed: "Oh, why don't we have this dream?"
He Guisheng said: "I want to make it the front page headline tomorrow."
"You are the acting editor-in-chief, and you have the final say," Shi Liangcai continued to immerse himself in reading the speech and praised, "This Mr. Zhou is really eloquent, and he said everything that the Chinese people have to say."
He Guisheng smiled and said: "He is a colleague of ours, and the resumption of publication of Tianjin's Ta Kung Pao is his handiwork."
Shi Liangcai nodded slightly: "If there is a chance, I would like to meet him in person."
"I won't tell you anymore. I'm going to write an editorial for this news." He Guisheng picked up the press release and left in a hurry.
"Wait a minute," Shi Liangcai suddenly called out to He Guisheng, "put his song "One Generation" at the front of the speech."
"What's "A Generation"?" He Guisheng had never heard of this poem.
Shi Liangcai smiled and said: "It's a modern poem written by Zhou Hexuan. The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light."
He Guisheng savored it for a moment, nodded and said, "This poem fits the occasion and is very suitable to be included in the manuscript."
Without mentioning the "Declaration", let's turn our attention back to Peking.
When Zhou Hexuan, Liang Suming and the Sun brothers arrived at Tsinghua University, school staff immediately went to inform the leaders. Soon Wu Mi, director of the Tsinghua Institute of Chinese Studies, walked over quickly.
"Oh, Shou Ming, I have been waiting for you for a long time, and finally you are here!" Wu Mi laughed out loud from a distance.
Wu Mi was also a great scholar, knowledgeable in both Chinese and Western studies. He was known as the "Three Heroes of Harvard" together with Chen Yinke and Tang Yongtong. He was the actual founder of the Tsinghua Institute of Chinese Studies.
After Liang Suming shook hands with Wu Mi, he introduced: "This is Zhou Hexuan, the author of "The Rise of Great Powers"."
When Wu Mi heard this, he was in awe and said enthusiastically: "Mr. Zhou, I have admired you for a long time. Mr. Ren admires your masterpiece very much. He must be very happy to hear that you are here."
"When I came this time, I wanted to thank Mr. Ren Gong in person." Zhou Hexuan said.
Wu Mi chatted with them for a few words and said with a smile: "Let's not talk nonsense for now. I will immediately send someone to help Shou Ming arrange accommodation. By the way, I will also call Ren Gong (Liang Qichao) and Jing'an (Wang Guowei) to have a party tonight.
