Xu Zhimo ran from Beiping to Tianjin, but Meng Xiaodong went from Tianjin to Beiping. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are many famous Peking Opera masters in Tianjin, and Meng Xiaodong spent two years visiting and asking for advice, and he has long been the head of each family. A while ago, Meng Xiaodong went to Beiping and got acquainted with Chen Xiuhua, a famous artist of the Tan School, although he did not officially worship the entrance wall, he was allowed to learn art from Master Chen's side.

For this reason, Meng Xiaodong bought two courtyard houses in Beiping, planning to bring his parents and brothers from Shanghai. She is very rich, and her bank deposits are tens of thousands of oceans, all of which are earned from previous performances.

Early in the morning, Meng Xiaodong locked the door and went out. Today, Chen Xiuhua's troupe has a performance, and she wants to observe the whole process and learn some Tan School skills.

"Babble!"

The door of the courtyard next door opened, and out came a pair of little sisters. My sister is about thirteen or fourteen years old, fair-skinned, beautiful, and pitiful; My sister is also eleven or twelve years old, but her appearance is much inferior, and she is still a yellow-haired girl.

My sister glanced at Meng Xiaodong, who had just gone out, and asked curiously, "This young lady, did you just move in?" ”

"Yes, my name is Meng Xiaodong, and I live at No. 26," Meng Xiaodong pointed to the side, "I also bought it on No. 25." ”

My sister seemed to feel that Meng Xiaodong was very kind, and said happily: "Then we are neighbors, and I live in Courtyard 27." My name is Wang Mintong, and this is my sister Wang Han. ”

The sisters are not actually surnamed Wang, but have the surname Wanyan, the elder sister is called Wanyan Litongji, and the younger sister is Wanyan Bilin, who is the cousin of the queen Wanrong. They have lived in the palace for the past few years, and recently Zhang Zuolin bought the palace, and the family moved back to the ancestral house in Dongsi Sanjo Hutong.

Meng Xiaodong chatted with Wang Mintong for a few words, then walked to the alley and called a rickshaw to go to the soju alley in Chaoyangmen.

There is a former Qing Dynasty palace in the north of the shochu alley road, which was called Prince Heng's mansion in Qianlong, and was renamed Prince Xuan's mansion after Jiaqing. No matter what the prince is, it is now like a passing cloud, and the luxurious and noble palace has become the residence of the wealthy merchants.

Today, the old lady in the house celebrates her 80th birthday and entertains guests from all over the world, how can this kind of grand event be a troupe?

Meng Xiaodong got off at the side gate of the palace, waited for a while, Chen Xiuhua also appeared with his troupe, and everyone entered the mansion collectively after gathering.

It was early, but the servants were already busy. Tables and benches were brought out and set up, cups, dishes and saucers were piled up in the backyard for more than two dozen baskets, and there were ten servants in charge of washing the dishes alone.

Near noon, the make-up troupe began to take the stage, and the guests who came to celebrate the birthday also took their seats one by one.

"Xiaodong, you go and sit down and listen to the play, watch it more realistically." Chen Xiuhua commanded.

Meng Xiaodong said with a smile: "It's okay to stand next to the stage, all the guests sitting below are guests, how can I be embarrassed to go." ”

"It's okay, I'll tell the host." Chen Xiuhua has a big face, his grandfather is a worshipper in the Qing court, and his father is a famous Da Qingyi.

Meng Xiaodong couldn't refuse, thanked Master Chen, and left the backstage of the troupe to find a seat. She didn't dare to sit at the table in the front, and the guests were all figures, so she could only find the back corner.

After searching for a while, Meng Xiaodong saw that there were young women sitting on a table, and all of them were wearing civilized new clothes (tops and skirts), and they seemed to be some female students.

"Excuse me, are there any seats available here?" Meng Xiaodong asked.

One of the girls smiled, "Just sit down, we're guests too." ”

Meng Xiaodong picked up a place and sat down, and asked casually, "Which school are you from?" ”

"Yan University Women's Hospital," the girl was very talkative, and her speech was like a machine gun, "My name is Hang Shujun, her name is Zhou Yuan, her name is Lu Beixi, her name is Feng Zhaodi, and her name is ......."

Yenching University, also known as Yenching University, was formed by the merger of four Anglo-American church schools, divided into men's and women's colleges, and the first president was Situ Leiden. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, Yan University was abolished and split, and the faculties and departments were merged into Tsinghua University, Peking University, National Chengchi University, Finance University and Minzu University.

Meng Xiaodong nodded and saluted everyone, and said with a smile: "Hello everyone, my name is Meng Xiaodong." ”

As he was talking, a young girl suddenly came running, sat down hurriedly and said, "Tingting and they are going to have a poetry meeting in the afternoon, don't run around, and then we will go together to join in the fun." ”

"I'm going to watch a play here," Feng Zhaodi said, "Today's finale is Chen himself on stage." ”

"What's so good about Peking Opera? Old-fashioned things," Hang Shujun said disdainfully, "or poetry will be more interesting." ”

Finally, the girl sat down, raised the newspaper in her hand and said with a smile: "In this issue of "Poetry Engraving", I found two good poems! ”

Lu Beixi hurriedly asked, "Who wrote it?" Xu Zhimo, Zhu Xiang, or Wen Yiduo? ”

"Neither," the girl smirked, "Haha, you can't guess that it's Zhou Hexuan who wrote "The Rise of a Great Power". ”

"He can also write poetry?" Hang Shujun was surprised.

"Ahem, I'll read it to you," the girl spread out the newspaper and cleared her throat, "'Generation), the night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light!" ”

The girls were pricking up their ears to listen, but the girl suddenly stopped.

"Gone?" Zhou Yuan asked.

"It's gone." The girl said.

Feng Zhaodi said: "It's too short, it's only two sentences." ”

"Poetry is not long, but subtle," said the girl, "and the night has given me black eyes, but I use them to find light." How wonderful it is that in just two sentences, it describes today's dark society, and it also inspires us not to be afraid of darkness and to look for a bright future. If you want me to say, Zhou Hexuan's poetry is no less than Xu Zhimo and Wen Yiduo. ”

The girls silently reminisced about those two lines of poetry, and felt more and more that the aftertaste was long and profound.

Meng Xiaodong pursed his lips and smiled, that Mr. Zhou seemed to know everything, and he actually started to write poetry again.

The girl said, "There is also a song "See or See", everyone listen: You see, or you don't see me/I'm there/I'm not sad or happy/You read, or don't read me...... Silent love/silent love. ”

The audience was silent, and the female students were speechless.

In Xu Zhimo's eyes, "Seeing and Not Seeing" is just a small poem that expresses emotions, and "Generation" belongs to the magic pen.

But for young female students, "Generation" may have some flavor, but "Seeing and Not Seeing" is a really talented poem.

It is worthy of the poisonous chicken soup that is respected by "Reader", and the girls at this table have been poisoned.

"It's very touching, Mr. Zhou must be a person with a story."

"It should be a love poem written by Mr. Zhou to his lover."

"If only some man wrote me a poem like this."

"Hee-hee, the public is dreaming of spring, not ashamed!"

"You have to take care of it!"

“……”

Listening to the laughter and jokes of the girls at this table, Meng Xiaodong was a little stunned, and muttered to himself: "Silently in love, silent in love, who is he writing to?" ”

The girls also said: "Hope Primary School is recruiting teachers in Beiping, and Mr. Zhou is the principal." Which of you wants to go? ”

"I want to go, but my family won't agree."

"That's right, I'm going to study in France after graduation."

"Will Mr. Zhou come to Beiping? If he had come in person, I would have gone and seen it. ”

“……”

Yenching University is a religious school, and the students in it are all from wealthy families, and there are really no teachers who want to be elementary school teachers. They are very interested in this, most of them out of the mentality of following the trend, and are keen to follow the trend of patriotism and progress.

Meng Xiaodong leaned on the table with his cheeks in his hand, his eyes staring at the stage, but he was not in the mood to watch the drama and learn art, but thought about the people in Tianjin. She didn't know why, anyway, Zhou Hexuan gave her a different feeling from others, as if she didn't belong to this era.