Zhixian only felt funny about this nonsensical farce, she only walked forward coldly, but she was hugged by the child, and shouted "spare me" again and again, Zhixian twisted his eyebrows and said: "Let go!" ”

When she opened her mouth, several people were stunned, and her crisp voice knew that it was a girl when she heard it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"You said you've been following me for many years, how can you not even tell whether I'm a man or a woman?" A contemptuous smile appeared on her lips, and she wrapped her coat tightly and went straight to the room.

After returning to the room, she was even more depressed, she was already worried about Shanghai, and now she encountered such a farce for no reason, and she fell asleep in a daze until the second half of the night. As soon as she fell asleep, it was a cold night and a hot dry person, in a trance she seemed to see the city tower again, in the sky in the fire she and Qingbai hugged and laughed, she turned over, and heard a noisy sound outside.

"It's on fire! Someone is here to put out the fire! ”

"Hurry up and get water!"

Zhixian woke up with a spirit, saw the fire around her, she broke out in a cold sweat, her hands grabbed the quilt and tears brushed down, the red tongue of fire in the dark night unscrupulously devoured the simple tables and chairs in the room, making a crackling sound, combined with the hurried footsteps and shouts outside, particularly frightening.

"Qingbai, Qingbai..."

The man who rushed in first was covered with a wet quilt, and as soon as he came in, he saw the slender woman sitting on the bed, her beautiful face was full of tears, and he couldn't help but feel a pinch, he rushed forward and hugged the person in his arms, and then rushed out of the room.

Zhixian actually fainted in his arms, and when he woke up again, it was noon on the second day, and a girl with slightly curly hair took the lead in bringing a bowl of porridge, and smiled to reveal two sharp little tiger teeth, which were particularly eye-catching against the background of her wheat-colored skin: "You can be regarded as awake, drink some porridge." ”

"Oh, my name is Fan Zixuan, that," she turned around and pointed to the boy who was sleeping on the table, and smiled: "His name is Lu Zhonglin, and he was the one who carried you out of the fire yesterday." It's also strange that this fire is coming from you, as if someone is targeting you. ”

Her last sentence seemed to be talking to herself, but Zhixian heard it. She reluctantly sat up, took the porridge from Fan Zixuan's hand, and said, "Thank you, I'll come by myself." ”

"Ahem, thank you for what I'm doing, I'm just going to give you the room when the road is uneven." Fan Zixuan looked a little embarrassed, as if to cover up, she stepped forward and poked Lu Zhonglin's arm, and shouted in a rough voice: "Hey, Brother Lu, Brother Lu?" This female classmate is awake! ”

Fan Zixuan felt more and more embarrassed: "Uh, you don't mind if I call you like that, right?" What's your name? ”

Zhixian thought she was reckless and cute, and smiled slightly: "Yan Zhixian, Yan Shu's Yan, but the dust crown laurel knows idle things." ”

"What a dusty laurel but knows nothing! It doesn't matter who succeeds or loses his family, the alleys are also happy! Lu Zhonglin stood up from the stool vigorously and said, "Is classmate Yan also going to Paris to study?" I went to the University of Paris to study law. ”

Lu Zhonglin was born tall and handsome, and his hair was not as short as the progressive youth of today, but he had short long hair like Europeans and Americans, and he looked quite sunny.

"Well, I'm going to study literature. Although it is a great kindness, but in addition to this thanks, I really can't come up with anything to repay Mr. Lu for saving his life last night, so let's take a clever way to say thank you. Zhixian put the porridge bowl aside and smiled.

Lu Zhonglin touched his head, and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face: "No, no, you don't have to thank me, I have to apologize to you." Yesterday's incident, I didn't distinguish between the indiscriminate and the wrong, and I hope you don't care. Later, when a few of us asked, the little boy only said that it was fun, and he thought it was very bad for you. ”

Oh, where in the world is there such a ridiculous coincidence? Since boarding the ship, this trouble has come one after another, and it seems that Aunt Fu and Uncle Huang have already let Fan Lianwu know about sending them to Paris. His people are also fast, but they are too brainless.

Thinking like this, Zhixian had no reason to blame Lu Zhonglin, so he shook his head, signaled nothing, and told him not to take it to heart.

"Look at the two of you, thank you as soon as you meet, thank you and start to apologize after thanking, we are all Chinese, we will have to help each other in Paris in the future, don't we have to be more like a family?" Fan Zixuan shook off the wavy hair of her shawl, patted Lu Zhonglin's shoulder quite boldly, and said, "I also went to study at the University of Paris, so we can be regarded as alumni." ”

Because of the fire accident on the ship, Zhixian's original room was uninhabitable, and the captain refunded her part of the fee and apologized to her. Fortunately, although the suitcase where she held her luggage was a little charred on the outside, the contents were spared.

The world says that Sai Weng is not blessed, but because of this fire, he is familiar with Lu Zhonglin and Fan Zixuan, often one person will call the other two when he eats, and the evening symposium will inevitably pull Zhi Xian together, Zhi Xian is not interested, but none of these two people are worried about letting her stay alone, one is afraid of any accidents, and the other is worried that she will be bored in the room, and Zhi Xian is not good at brushing off their kindness, so he has to wrap himself in three layers and three layers outside, Night after night, I followed them to the deck to blow the sea breeze.

"The Russian Revolution was the victory of the common people, and it was also the victory of the Bolsheviks, who represented the common people, and from now on, everywhere we saw the banner of the victory of the Bolsheviks, and everywhere we heard the triumph of the Bolsheviks, the alarm bell of humanity sounded, and the dawn of freedom appeared! If you look at the future environment, it must be the world of red flags! ”

Zhixian leaned against the railing from afar, but she could still hear this enthusiastic speech, and she looked up at the crescent moon on the sea, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

"What are you laughing at? Do you think that the Bolshevik road mentioned by Li Tianzhi is the road to national salvation? Lu Zhonglin didn't know when he appeared next to Zhixian, he put his hands on the railing, and looked at Zhixian carefully, for fear of missing a word from her. After getting along for the past few days, he found that this girl was different from what he had seen in the past.

She is neither keen on the road to national salvation discussed by young people nowadays, nor is she good at pursuing utilitarianism to boast about herself, and she is not like ordinary girls who spend too much time on things like rouge, gouache and skin, and she can't help but be a little more curious about her.

Zhixian's eyes turned from the moon to his face, and he smiled: "It's nothing, it's just that this classmate Li Tianzhi taught me to think of a very familiar uncle." ”

"Oh?" Lu Zhonglin immediately became interested, and she didn't seem to be in contact with someone with such a fervent political belief, "Is it convenient to talk about this uncle?" ”

"Speaking of which, I have only met him twice, once twelve years ago, and once when I went to Peking not long ago." Tonight's night style is extraordinarily gentle, and the mood of leisure is good, and the conversation box is opened.

"Have you been to Beiping?" After Lu Zhonglin got an affirmative answer from her tone, he thought about it carefully and said, "Your uncle, but his name is Ma Hong?" ”

Zhixian Mei's eyes widened, and he smiled: "Is his reputation so big?" ”

"I've met a few times," Lu Zhonglin didn't seem to want to talk more, he pouted backwards and said with a smile: "What's more, that classmate Li hangs the name of his idol on his lips every day!" ”

Zhixian heard the kind teasing in his words, and he couldn't help laughing. After getting along for a few days, Lu Zhonglin rarely saw her so happy, and had the courage to tentatively ask the question that had been held in his heart for several days: "Then, can you tell me who Qingbai is?" He thought that Zhixian would answer him or simply ignore him, but he never thought that she just smiled softly and said, "It's a dream person." ”

Lu Zhonglin was a little confused, but later a long time later, when he remembered the crooked night of this month, he would always think of her words, and he had to sigh that the story had already begun.