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Under the bright electric light, the four of them were still staying up all night and fighting, and the house was full of smoke, like a Penglai fairyland.

It's just a little choking.

"Hey, it's three loaves again." Wu Mi depressedly slapped a card.

Zhao Yuanren said happily: "Haha, I have to eat it, I have already listened to the cards, Ren Gong beware!" ”

Liang Qichao took a heavy puff of his cigarette and threw away the cigarette butt before touching the cards, and then he hesitated. What I touched was a "North Wind", Dasheng Chapter, and the card stack was almost over, and I haven't seen anyone come out yet.

Seeing that he had been thinking for a long time, Wu Mi couldn't help but smile and said, "Ren Gong, got the cannon again?" ”

"What cannon? Don't crow's mouth! Liang Qichao's opponent Hu had already heard the cards, he was really reluctant, so he gritted his teeth and beat the north wind out.

Zhou Hexuan, Zhao Yuanren and Wu Mi looked at each other, and then pushed their cards down at the same time.

Three shots!

Zhao Yuanren was extremely speechless: "Duke Ren, do you still dare to fight the north wind at this time?" I pinched my hands four times and didn't dare to come out. ”

Liang Qichao stretched his neck and took a look, and all the three Nima families hung the north wind alone, making his face black with depression.

"Continue, continue," Liang Qichao's card skills are stinky, but the cards are excellent, and after counting the silver, he has a smiling face, and he said with words, "After my long-term research, I found that mahjong cannot be played, and if you want to save the country, you must play mahjong." Playing mahjong can observe people's character and exercise tenacity. Once you sit down, no matter whether you win or lose, you must complete four laps. Even if the first three laps are lost, there is still hope for a turnaround. Our country is competing with other countries, and we must not be discouraged if we lose. This spirit can be exercised on the mahjong table. ”

Zhou Hexuan and the three of them burst into laughter, and couldn't help but praise: "Ren Gonggao!" ”

After another round of fighting, Liang Qichao finally succeeded in farting and said happily: "See? Persistence is the only way to win! ”

Wu Mi yawned and said, "Let's get here tonight, it's already midnight." ”

Zhao Yuanren also said: "Yes, Mingcheng still has to get up early to take the train." ”

"Well, next time I'll take revenge." Liang Qichao got up and said with a smile.

It's summer, and the moon is like water outside.

Zhou Hexuan came out of the west room, walked through a corridor, and saw the twisting lotus pond. There is a faint mist rising on the surface of the water, like wisps of green smoke in the moonlight, the breeze is coming, and the lotus leaves are shaking, revealing white lotus flowers, just like a shy and timid girl in the boudoir.

Zhou Hexuan suddenly remembered Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond", which seemed to have been written in Tsinghua Garden, and the situation was the same, but the people walking under the moon had changed.

Dressed in the moonlight and returning to the guest room, Zhou Hexuan began to pack up his things—mainly a few ink treasures. This is what Zhou Hexuan asked for cheekily, and it will definitely appreciate after a few decades, and it can be used as an heirloom.

A total of six scrolls -

"Men are ambitious in the world, but there is no end to progress." This was written by Liang Qichao.

"Four o'clock is cute but spring, and you can be crazy and young." This was written by Wang Guowei.

"Someone knows the heart, and the earth has no land." This was written by Liang Qianming.

"Mountains and rivers are flowing water, and bosom friends are hard to find." This was written by Zhao Yuanren.

"Patriotism is the first virtue of civilized man." This was written by Wu Mi.

"With copper as a mirror, you can be dressed properly. With history as a mirror, we can know the rise and fall. With people as a mirror, you can see the gains and losses. This was written by Chen Yinke.

Zhou Hexuan spread out the scroll and looked at the seals, smiling like a weasel who stole a chicken. In these years, everyone who has read books has written very beautifully, and he is going to go back to Tianjin to find Zhang Xueliang, Feng Yong, Li Shoumin, Wenxiu and others to write a few words.

In the future, whenever you see a celebrity, you can ask for Mobao, collect it and put it in a box, and it will definitely be interesting to take it out in a few decades.

After putting away the calligraphy and painting, Zhou Hexuan fell asleep upside down, and woke up to dawn.

"Take care!"

Several gentlemen sent Zhou Hexuan to the gate of Tsinghua Park.

Zhou Hexuan said goodbye one by one, and then left with the Sun brothers, accompanied by Wang Guowei's son Wang Qianming.

Wang Qianming has recovered from his illness, and Chinese medicine says that it is typhoid fever, and Western medicine diagnoses it as intestinal bacterial infection. Anyway, after taking all the medicines prescribed by Chinese medicine and Western medicine, I can't figure out who cured it. He was a customs clerk in Shanghai, and he took leave to visit relatives in Beiping a while ago, but he couldn't afford to fall ill until now.

Historically, Wang Qianming died of typhoid fever.

Typhoid fever may recur, and Western medicine says that the bacteria latent in the lesion remultiply and invade the blood circulation, causing bacteremia again.

Although Zhou Hexuan didn't understand medicine, he still said worriedly: "Brother Qianming, your face is not normal, let's go with me to Tianjin to find a doctor and have a look." ”

Wang Qianming smiled disapprehantly: "At the beginning of the recovery from a serious illness, of course the complexion is not good." The doctor said I was fine, and there was no need to worry. ”

Zhou Hexuan didn't know what to say, he planned to take Wang Qianming to the hospital after arriving in Tianjin.

The waiting room at the station is also divided into grades, and Zhou Hexuan and they bought second-class tickets, which are cheaper than first-class tickets and more advanced than third-class tickets. It's not that it's for the sake of pretending, the main thing is that the cheapest carriages are too crowded, and the smell is terrible.

After waiting for a long time, more than a dozen people suddenly came in the waiting room, and there was Meng Xiaodong inside.

Meng Xiaodong was wearing a floral dress, looking particularly young and pretty. She was very surprised to see Zhou Hexuan: "Mr. Zhou, you are also in Beiping!" ”

"I'm here to do things in Beiping," Zhou Hexuan explained briefly, looked at the people behind her and asked, "These are your friends?" ”

Meng Xiaodong hurriedly turned around and introduced: "This is Mr. Chen Xiuhua, a famous master of the Tan School." Teacher, this is the famous writer Mr. Zhou Hexuan Zhou. ”

"Hello Mr. Zhou!"

"Hello Mr. Chen!"

The two sides shook hands and knew each other, and after a few words of greeting each other, they did not speak again. Zhou Hexuan doesn't understand Peking Opera, and Chen Xiuhua doesn't care about literature, so they don't have any common language anyway.

Meng Xiaodong seemed very enthusiastic, and said next to Zhou Hexuan: "Mr. Zhou, your article "I Have a Dream" is really good! ”

"It's just a feeling." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.

Meng Xiaodong said again: "By the way, I have moved to live in Beiping, and this time I went to Tianjin to perform with the opera troupe. ”

"You're on stage again?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

"I haven't officially resumed the performance yet, mainly to learn drama from Mr. Chen." Meng Xiaodong said.

The two chatted for a while, and the train had already entered the station, their carriages were different, and when they arrived at the platform, they separated.

Meng Xiaodong turned his head to look at the side not far away, Zhou Hexuan was very tall, standing in the crowd like a flock, he could see it at a glance.

"Xiaodong, it's time to get in the car!" Chen Xiuhua patted her shoulder and reminded.

"Oh." Meng Xiaodong suddenly came back to his senses, and crowded towards the car door with the crowd.

Chen Xiuhua asked, "Are you interested in this Mr. Zhou?" ”

Meng Xiaodong's face was slightly red: "How can there be?" Just ordinary friends. ”

Chen Xiuhua admonished: "He is a progressive intellectual, we are singing, and we are not the same kind of people after all." ”

"Well, I know." Meng Xiaodong sighed softly, suddenly feeling inferior.

The dramatists of this era still belong to the lower ninth rate after all. Famous characters are indeed sought after, but if it comes to marriage, then the essence is revealed.

No matter how popular the drama is, it is impossible to marry into a famous family, so you can only be an aunt's wife. A scholar with a little status is also reluctant to marry an actor, and it will make people laugh.