Under the bright electric light, the four people were still working hard all night, and the house was filled with smoke, just like Penglai Wonderland.
Just a little choked.
"Hey, it's three cakes again." Wu Mi depressedly took out a card.
Zhao Yuanren said happily: "Haha, you can win even if you have the best card. I have already listened to the cards. Mr. Ren, be careful!"
Liang Qichao took a heavy drag on his cigarette and threw away the butt of the cigarette before going to touch the cards. Then he hesitated. What he touched was a "North Wind" card, a big sign. The card pile was almost over and no one had played it yet.
Seeing that he had been thinking for a long time, Wu Mi couldn't help but laugh and said: "Mr. Ren, have you got the gun license again?"
"What kind of gun card? Don't be so cunning!" Liang Qichao's opponent Hu had already heard the card. He really couldn't bear it, so he gritted his teeth and beat Bei Feng away.
Zhou Hexuan, Zhao Yuanren and Wu Mi looked at each other, and then pushed down their cards at the same time.
Three shots in one shot!
Zhao Yuanren was extremely speechless: "Mr. Ren, do you still dare to attack Beifeng at this time? I pinched you four times and didn't dare to do it."
Liang Qichao stretched out his neck and took a look. All three families were hanging alone in the north, which made him so depressed that his face turned black.
"Continue, continue," Liang Qichao, although his playing skills are terrible, but his quality is excellent. After counting the money, he smiled again and said plausibly, "After a long period of research, I found that mahjong cannot be played without playing. If you want to save the country, you must play.
Mahjong. Playing mahjong can observe people's character and exercise perseverance. Once you sit down, no matter whether you win or lose, you must complete four rounds. Even if you fail in the first three rounds, there is still hope of making a comeback. Our country and other countries
In competition, don’t be discouraged even if you lose. This kind of spirit can be exercised on the mahjong table.”
Zhou Hexuan and the other three people burst into laughter and couldn't help but praise: "Let me talk to you!"
After another lap, Liang Qichao finally succeeded and said happily: "Did you see it? Only by persistence can you win!"
Wu Mi yawned and said, "Let's stop here tonight. It's already midnight."
Zhao Yuanren also said: "Yes, Mingcheng has to get up early and take the train."
"Forget it, I will take revenge next time." Liang Qichao stood up and said with a smile.
It is summer, and the moonlight outside is like water.
Zhou Hexuan came out of the west guest room, walked through a corridor, and saw the twists and turns of the lotus pond. A light mist rose from the water, like wisps of green smoke under the moonlight. The breeze blew, and the lotus leaves swayed, revealing white lotus flowers.
Just like a shy and timid girl in the boudoir.
Zhou Hexuan suddenly remembered Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond", which seemed to have been written in Tsinghua Garden. The situation and scene were the same, except that the people strolling under the moon had changed.
After returning to the guest room under the moonlight, Zhou Hexuan began to pack his things - mainly a few paintings of calligraphy. This was something Zhou Hexuan asked for shamelessly. After decades of storage, it will definitely appreciate in value, and it can be regarded as a family heirloom.
There are six scrolls in total——
"A man wants to do things in the world, but if he makes progress, he will never stop." This is what Liang Qichao wrote.
"The four seasons are lovely, but the spring sun is the only one that can make you crazy." This is written by Wang Guowei.
"Someone knows the heart, and there is no inch of earth." This is what Liang Suming wrote.
"In the high mountains and flowing water, it is difficult to find a true friend." This is what Zhao Yuanren wrote.
"Patriotism is the primary virtue of civilized people." This is what Wu Mi wrote.
"Using copper as a mirror, you can straighten your clothes. Using history as a mirror, you can understand the ups and downs. Using people as a mirror, you can understand gains and losses." This is what Chen Yinke wrote.
Zhou Hexuan opened the scroll and looked at the seals, smiling like a weasel who stole a chicken. These days, anyone who has read a book can write very beautifully with calligraphy. He plans to return to Tianjin to find Zhang Xueliang and Feng Yong.
Li Shoumin, Wenxiu and others also wrote several paintings.
From now on, whenever you see a famous person, you can ask for calligraphy treasures, collect them and put them in a box. It will definitely be interesting to take them out in a few decades.
After putting away the calligraphy and paintings, Zhou Hexuan fell asleep and woke up at dawn.
"Mingcheng take care!"
Several gentlemen took Zhou Hexuan to the gate of Tsinghua University.
Zhou Hexuan returned the greetings one by one and said goodbye, then left with his Sun brothers, accompanied by Wang Guowei's son Wang Qianming.
Wang Qianming has recovered from his illness. Chinese medicine said it was typhoid, and Western medicine diagnosed it as intestinal bacterial infection. Anyway, he took all the medicines prescribed by Chinese medicine and Western medicine, and he still can’t figure out who cured him. He is a customs clerk in Shanghai and took leave a while ago.
I came to Peiping to visit relatives, but fell ill, and it is only now that I recovered and returned south.
Historically, Wang Qianming died suddenly of typhoid fever.
Typhoid fever may recur. According to Western medicine, the germs latent in the lesions reproduce again and invade the blood circulation, causing bacteremia again.
Although Zhou Hexuan didn't understand medicine, he still said worriedly: "Brother Qianming, your complexion is not normal. Let me go to Tianjin to find a doctor and take a look."
Wang Qianming smiled nonchalantly and said: "I have just recovered from a serious illness, so of course my complexion is not good. The doctor said that I am fine. My dear brother, there is no need to worry."
Zhou Hexuan didn't know what to say. He planned to drag Wang Qianming to the hospital after arriving in Tianjin.
The waiting room at the station is also divided into grades. Zhou Hexuan and the others bought second-class tickets, which are cheaper than first-class tickets and more advanced than third-class tickets. This is not to show off, mainly because the cheapest carriage is too crowded and the smell is bad.
smell.
Not long after waiting, more than ten people suddenly came into the waiting room, and Meng Xiaodong was among them.
Meng Xiaodong was wearing a floral dress, looking particularly youthful and pretty. She was very surprised to see Zhou Hexuan: "Mr. Zhou, you are also in Peking!"
"I came to Peking to do business," Zhou Hexuan simply explained, looking at the people behind her and asking, "Are these your friends?"
Meng Xiaodong quickly turned around and introduced: "This is Mr. Chen Xiuhua Chen, a famous Tan School teacher. This is Mr. Zhou Hexuan, a famous writer."
"Hello Mr. Zhou!"
"Hello Mr. Chen!"
The two parties shook hands to get to know each other, exchanged a few pleasantries and then stopped talking. Zhou Hexuan didn't understand Peking Opera, and Chen Xiuhua didn't care about literature. Anyway, they didn't have much in common.
But Meng Xiaodong seemed very enthusiastic. She stood next to Zhou Hexuan and said, "Mr. Zhou, your article "I Have a Dream" was so well said!"
"It's just something I feel." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.
Meng Xiaodong added: "By the way, I have moved to Peking, and this time I am going to Tianjin with the troupe to perform."
"Are you on stage again?" Zhou Hexuan asked.
"It hasn't officially resumed yet. I mainly learned opera from Mr. Chen." Meng Xiaodong said.
The two chatted for a while. The train had already arrived at the station. They were in different carriages, and they separated when they reached the platform.
Meng Xiaodong turned his head and looked not far away. Zhou Hexuan was very tall. He stood out among the crowd and could be seen at a glance.
"Xiaodong, it's time to get in the car!" Chen Xiuhua reminded her by patting her shoulder.
"Oh." Meng Xiaodong suddenly came back to his senses and followed the crowd towards the car door.
Chen Xiuhua asked: "Are you interested in Mr. Zhou?"
Meng Xiaodong's pretty face turned red: "No way? They're just ordinary friends."
Chen Xiuhua warned: "He is a progressive intellectual, and we are opera singers. After all, we are not the same kind of people."
"Oh, I know." Meng Xiaodong sighed softly, suddenly feeling very inferior.
The drama actors of this era are still of the lower class after all. Famous actors are indeed sought after by some, but if it comes to marriage, their true nature will be revealed.
No matter how popular an actor is, it is impossible to marry into a famous family and can only be a concubine. Even a scholar with some status is unwilling to marry an actor because he will make people laugh.
