Zhou Hexuan told the truth and said with a smile: "My handwriting is very poor, does Boss Meng really want it?" ”

Meng Hongrong thought he was joking, and said happily: "Thank you Principal Zhou for the words!" ”

Zhu Xiang had seen Zhou Hexuan's calligraphy crawling on earthworms, and this guy was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so he got up and shouted: "Shopkeeper, bring pen and ink!" ”

This is a Chinese-style restaurant, the bookkeeping is a brush, and soon the pen and ink and inkstone are brought in, only to find rice paper and waste effort. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Hearing the movement, the shopkeeper and guests all came over to join in the fun, and asked Zhou Hexuan what his origin was.

Everyone put the dishes open, and ordered the shop guys to wipe the table and give up the right position to Zhou Hexuan.

"Principal Zhou, please!" Meng Hongrong said respectfully.

"** And Ban, right?" Zhou Hexuan asked while holding the brush.

"Yes." Meng Hongrong vaguely felt that something was wrong, because Zhou Hexuan's movements of holding the brush were quite rusty.

Zhou Hexuan picked up the pen and concentrated on the table, standing firmly in front of the table, a great calligrapher.

One of the diners quietly asked, "Who is this gentleman?" ”

The people in the Chunhe class replied: "This is Mr. Zhou Hexuan, the president of Peking University!" ”

"It turned out to be the president of Peking University, no wonder it was full of style."

"I know Zhou Hexuan, he is a university scholar who wrote "The Rise of Great Powers".

"Mr. Zhou's calligraphy must be exquisite, and I will ask for a pair later."

"Just you? Save it, Mr. Zhou's ink treasure is a rare word. ”

“……”

In the midst of everyone's discussion, Zhou Hexuan put down his pen like a god, and wrote the three big characters of "Spring and Class" on rice paper in one go.

"Shhh

Everyone gasped.

The scene was as silent as death, and they were all stunned by his earth-shattering calligraphy of ghosts and gods.

"Eclectic, that's a good word!" Only Zhu Xiang laughed and cheered.

Zhou Hexuan said modestly: "Boss Meng, I didn't write well, please forgive me." ”

Hearing his words, everyone had only one thought in their hearts: Honest people! If you say that you don't write well, you don't write well, and you will never break your word.

Meng Hongrong just wanted to cry, but he still had to laugh, laughing like a dead mother, picked up the rice paper with the ink not dry, and said, "Okay...... Uh, good word, good word, hehe. ”

Zhou Hexuan was used to using a computer before crossing, not to mention a brush, even a hard pen and words were like a dog crawling.

How to say these three words in front of me, horizontal and vertical, are probably better than Mengtong in the old society. If you use it to engrave a plaque, it will really be a shame for the dead.

Meng Xiaodong couldn't help but smile, and helped explain with a smile: "Third uncle, Brother Zhou has lived in Nanyang and the West since he was a child, and he is used to writing foreign languages. If you ask him to write calligraphy, it's really difficult for a strong man. ”

"I see, I took the liberty of it." Meng Hongrong smiled and apologized.

When everyone heard this, they were immediately relieved.

It turned out to be a fake foreign devil!

Zhou Hexuan didn't feel ashamed, and beckoned the shop guy to rearrange the wine and food, shouting: "Don't be stunned, continue to drink!" ”

"Yes, drink," Li Shoumin clapped his hands and laughed, "He Xuan really has the legacy of the Wei and Jin dynasties, and he is not confined to the form." ”

Zhou Hexuan laughed: "You want to say that I'm not afraid of losing face, right?" ”

"Haha, that's exactly what it means." Li Shoumin said happily.

Zhou Hexuan said to Meng Hongrong seriously: "Boss Meng, among us, the one who writes the best calligraphy with a brush is Brother Shoumin, followed by Brother Ziyuan." The words I just said were purely ugly, so don't take it seriously. If you want to ask for words, ask the two of them to write it to ensure that it is proper. ”

was originally a very embarrassing atmosphere, because Zhou Hexuan, the client, didn't care, and the others didn't think much about it. On the contrary, everyone found it very interesting, especially the onlookers, who took what had just happened as an anecdote. When I talk to people in the future, they will probably say: Don't look at the president of Peking University, who is not as knowledgeable as me.

This matter has also spread widely, and even Zhang Taiyan in the south has heard of it. When Zhou Hexuan cheekily asked Zhang Taiyan for words next year, Mr. Zhang, who had always been stingy with Mobao, actually laughed and waved a book in a hurry and wrote him a long piece of nearly 100 words.

Full of wine and food, Zhou Hexuan hooked shoulders with Li Shoumin and Zhu Xiang, and went downstairs drunk. Only Shen Congwen has good self-control, and he stops when he is slightly drunk, and when he leaves, he supports Zheng Zhengyin, who has already drunk his head.

Meng Xiaodong sent them downstairs and said with a smile, "Thank you, Brother Zhou." ”

"Thank you, they're all friends." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.

Zhang Xueliang, Yu Fengzhi and his wife, and Feng Yong, who didn't come today, were all invited by Zhou Hexuan to help Meng Xiaodong. In addition, inviting the owner of the Xinming Theater to dinner, the effect should be very good, and it is estimated that there will be rumors tomorrow - Meng Xiaodong is covered by the young marshal.

Meng Xiaodong understood in her heart, so she became more and more grateful to Zhou Hexuan, this man was always helping her.

"Rickshaw!"

The voices of the Sun brothers broke the atmosphere.

Meng Xiaodong stroked his forehead hair, helped them get into the car and sat down, and waved his hand: "Brothers, go slowly!" ”

"Let's go back!" Zhou Hexuan turned his head and smiled.

The rickshaw went farther and farther, and Zhang Yunhe was already standing behind his daughter at some point, and said with satisfaction: "This Mr. Zhou has a good character." ”

"Of course I do." Meng Xiaodong pursed his lips and said.

……

Following.

Zhou Hexuan did not go to work in the newspaper office, and went directly to the Feng Mansion to visit the seriously ill old man Feng.

Feng Yong's whole person seems to be depressed, although he is a swinger brother who likes to play pranks, but he attaches great importance to love and righteousness, is very good to his friends, and is even more filial to his parents.

"How is the old man?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

Feng Yong shook his head and said, "I've been in a coma for two days, and the doctor said that it's no longer good, so let me prepare for the future." ”

Zhou Hexuan comforted: "Maybe a miracle will happen." ”

"I hope so." Feng Yong sighed.

At this moment, the maid suddenly hurried over: "Young master, the master is awake!" ”

"Really?" Feng Yong didn't care about Zhou Hexuan, and ran into Feng Delin's bedroom in a panic.

Zhou Hexuan followed quickly, only to see Feng Delin lying on the bed, his eyes wide open, and he wanted to speak, but he was short of breath, and faintly spit out two words: "Back ...... Family. ”

"Back to the Northeast?" Feng Yong asked.

"Resign, go home." Feng Delin blinked.

"Dad, I listen to you, and I won't be an official in the future." Feng Yong wiped away his tears.

Feng Delin smiled with satisfaction, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Feng Yong shouted: "Come on, prepare the car, go back to Beizhen!" ”

Zhou Hexuan reminded: "I'm afraid the old man can't stand the journey. ”

"No matter, this is his old man's last wish," Feng Yong turned to Zhou Hexuan and said, "Later, I will write a letter and resign from the post of commander of the Northeast Air Force, and you will help me transfer it to the sixth son." ”

"Okay." Zhou Hexuan agreed.

Feng Yong, the commander of the Air Force, was recommended and promoted by Zhang Xueliang, and the affairs of the Air Force were basically taken care of by the young marshal, so he now wants to resign from Zhang Xueliang.

In the afternoon of the same day, Feng Yong took his father back to the old house in Beizhen. Just two days later, news came that Feng Delin had died of illness.

Zhang Zuolin, Zhang Xueliang and his son immediately rushed to Fengtian, and Zhou Hexuan, as a friend, was really hard to turn a blind eye. He entrusted the newspaper work to Li Shoumin, and took the Sun brothers to take the train along the Jingfeng line to the northeast.