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097 [Fucking]

An apartment near Peking University.

In the early morning, after Shen Congwen finished washing, he shouted to the next door: "Chongxuan, Jiang Wei, are you going to Peking University today?"

"What are you going to do at Peking University?" Ding Ling opened the door and asked.

Shen Congwen said: "Peking University resumes classes today, and the new president is Mr. Zhou Hexuan."

"Really Mr. Zhou?" Hu Yepin ran out excitedly.

Shen Congwen asked back: "You don't know?"

Hu Yepin, Ding Ling and his wife originally lived in Xishan. After Zhang Zuolin took control of Peiping, they lived in seclusion and even decided to flee to the south. Later, they found out that they were among the minions and were not in Zhang Zuolin's eyes at all, so they felt at ease.

Shen Congwen is a good friend and neighbor of them. Not long ago, the three of them moved together to the vicinity of Peking University and actively engaged in literary creation. Shen Congwen's "Fireside" was even selected for publication in "Novel Monthly", and his reputation grew day by day.

They all read the latest issue of "Novel Monthly" and were amazed by Zhou Hexuan's "The Goddess". Shen Congwen also wrote a letter to Zhou Hexuan, asking for advice on literary creation. He often did this kind of thing, writing to Lu Xun, Yu Dafu, etc. People have also written about it.

After breakfast, the three of them went to Peking University together. Although they were not students of Peking University, they had all published works through Peking University New Trend News Agency and often came to the school to participate in activities.

As we walked to the playground, there were gradually more and more people.

Shen Congwen sneaked into the crowd of students, waiting for Zhou Hexuan to come on stage to speak, and his ears were filled with the students' whispers.

"Why did Zhou Hexuan come to be our new principal? How strange."

"Oh, it would be great if Principal Cai could come back."

"Haha, Cai Yuanpei, he has completely forgotten about Peking University."

"Don't talk nonsense! Principal Cai stayed in Shanghai because he was afraid of being wanted by the warlords."

"You are talking nonsense. Ren Kecheng, the director-general of the Ministry of Education, personally sent a message to invite Cai Yuanpei to return to school, but he himself refused to come back!"

"You are not allowed to speak ill of Principal Cai anyway!"

"If Cai Yuanpei can do what he does, why can't I scold him? The teachers and students of the school have been looking forward to him for half a year. Where was he when Peking University was in the most difficult time? He was living happily in the south!"

"..."

She was so resentful, like a girl who had been abandoned by a heartless man.

At about eight o'clock in the morning, the school teachers also came to the playground and urged the students to line up.

Zhong Guanguang was the first to appear on the stage and said: "Teachers and students, today is a happy day for Peking University to resume classes. We have wasted two months this semester. I hope everyone can work hard and make progress in the remaining time. , make up for all the delayed homework... Next, I would like to invite the principal, Mr. Zhou Hexuan, to give a speech!"

"Snap, snap, snap!"

The applause was not loud. Zhou Hexuan, the principal, has not yet been recognized by the students. Being a scholar is one thing, being a principal is another. His prestige is not enough to convince the public.

Zhou Hexuan walked up to the microphone. It was quite big and looked a bit like a car steering wheel. When he saw the noise in the audience, he didn't speak immediately. He just stood there and waited without saying a word.

Shen Congwen said in surprise: "Mr. Zhou is so young!"

"Don't say anything, it's disrespectful to others." Ding Ling reminded.

The other students seemed to be aware of this, and the noise gradually became quieter. They all looked up at Zhou Hexuan and waited for him to make a speech.

"I know you are not convinced," Zhou Hexuan's first sentence pointed out the students' thoughts, "I am 28 years old. I have neither graduated from a prestigious school nor been a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Education. I am not qualified to be the president of Peking University. Peking University is What? The first national university in China, with the orthodoxy of Taixue at the top and the ancestral home of the University at the bottom. Everyone here is the proud son of heaven! And I am just a careless person wandering around the world, with no merit, no fame, no talent and no virtue, indeed I don’t deserve to be your principal!”

After saying this, the audience fell completely silent.

Zhou Hexuan continued: "To tell you the truth, I, the president, was personally appointed by Zhang Zuolin. It is Zhang Zuolin who sent troops to surround Peking University and put Peking University into dire straits. He is a reactionary warlord, and I am the reactionary warlord's lackey!"

"boom!"

The scene was in an uproar. The students whispered to each other again and looked at Zhou Hexuan in surprise.

Ma Yuzao was surprised: "What on earth does he want to do?"

"Keep listening." Zhong Guanguang smiled.

Ma Jue held the hand of his younger sister Ma Yan and looked at the guy on the stage curiously. They were still in middle school and elementary school, but they usually lived at Peking University. Today they came to watch the fun. Ma Jue smiled and said: "Dad, this principal

If you really dare to speak, aren't you afraid of offending others?"

Ma Yuzao said thoughtfully: "Sometimes it's a good thing to talk things out in person."

"I think the way he talks is a bit like Mr. Lu Xun." Ma Jue muttered.

Zhou Hexuan, no matter how surprised everyone was, continued: "When men and women go on their first date, they should introduce each other, so that everyone knows the basics. Let me talk about myself first. I am originally from Zhili. If I do something bad in the future, you guys

If you want to dig up my ancestral graves, you can look for tombstones in Zhili. If you come across a family named Zhou, they might be my ancestors."

The teachers and students were stunned. This guy even went to dig up his ancestors' graves. The more he talked about it, the more outrageous it became.

"During the Gengzi period, my ancestors were killed in the war. My father took my mother and I to flee to Nanyang to join our relatives. I was only two years old at the time," Zhou Hexuan began to describe his fabricated life experience. "The Chinese are hard-working and simple, while the natives are lazy and stupid, so

The economy of Nanyang is entirely in the hands of the Chinese. My distant uncle is a wealthy businessman in Nanyang. He not only owns hundreds of acres of fertile farmland, but also mines and does business. Therefore, I also enjoyed happiness during my childhood, until I was eight years old.

When I was 20 years old, my uncle's mine was occupied by foreigners, and the manor was burned and killed by the rebellious natives. I had a chance to escape by hiding in a wine cellar. I knew that this was a collusion between foreigners and natives, and they killed my uncle's family, including me.

My parents also died from this! But this kind of thing is too normal in Nanyang. The Chinese are rich, but they are regarded as fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered. Why? Because China is too weak and cannot support her people!"

Zhou Hexuan's acting skills are very good, he yelled out every last word, and his face was full of sadness.

The teachers and students present were gradually attracted by his "life experience" and abandoned their distracting thoughts to stop and listen.

Zhou Hexuan said: "I worked as a beggar and a newsboy in Nanyang, and even became a thief when I was extremely hungry. My biggest dream at that time was to have enough to eat every day and a house to protect myself from the wind and rain. What is China?

?I don’t know, that has nothing to do with me.”

Shen Congwen thought to himself: It turns out that the creation of "The Goddess" came from Mr. Zhou's own experience.

"When I was ten years old, I stole bread from a missionary and was caught on the spot," Zhou Hexuan sneered. "He did not hand me over to the police, but took me in as a follower. But he was not a kind person.

Not only did I have to work, but I was often beaten and scolded by him, and he called me a piggy. But I wanted to thank him. He taught me to read and write English. Later, I went to the United States with the missionaries, which was really a bad place.

Country. If you have never left the ocean, don’t think of the great powers as a paradise. The poor people there may not live a better life than the Chinese people. In British factories, many children die or are disabled every year. And the United States, which flaunts democracy,

, the first class are white people, the second class are Latin Americans, the third class are black people and native Indians, as for the Chinese, their status may be better than animals. I have seen Chinese people being beaten to death, and American police were watching.

Lively. At that time, I began to think, what is China? Why am I Chinese? What happened to China?"

Yes, what happened to China?

The students were either sad or angry, or silent. They were all immersed in Zhou Hexuan's story, and on the contrary, they forgot about his identity as the principal.

Zhou Hexuan changed the topic step by step, and he did it.

Well, let’s continue the deception.


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