Subtitle of this chapter: I am the big tiger, the big tiger who does not coarse the little lamb.

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July 1, 1921...... Don't get excited, don't get excited, don't get excited.

The famous "little meeting" that decided the fate of Seris in the future...... There were only thirteen attendees, and it wasn't a small meeting, but it was still a conference.

Anyway, this is not the day of the meeting.

Again:

The first Friday of July 1921. It was also the hottest month in the UK, with highs around 30 degrees Celsius.

However, the British Isles are affected by both the warm Atlantic current and the cold air flow of northern Europe, and it often rains, and when it rains, the temperature drops. Of course, rain has the added benefit of lowering PM2.5 in this foggy capital.

Today's Britain has not yet been completely deindustrialized, and the name "fog capital" is apt.

It was a drizzling rain in the evening, and at night, everyone walking on the road could feel a chill.

A gust of night wind hit, and Lin Huiyin, who had just gotten out of the car, couldn't help but tighten the big women's shawl on her body.

"Phyllis, are you cold?" Xu Zhimo on the side hurriedly put on the umbrella and asked thoughtfully at the same time.

Lin Huiyin shook his head slightly and said, "Hamilton, I'm okay." ”

"And......," she said, gesturing forward with her cute little chin up, "we're here too." ”

The Safoi Hotel is located in a prime location on the banks of the River Thames, not far from the famous Big Ben and London Bridge. Otherwise, how could Monet have painted his "River Thames"?

The river is lit at night, and the lights are shining; Huaxia Meiyuan, melodious music. It's really a beautiful scenery of the Western Ocean, and a prosperous atmosphere.

Lin Huiyin naturally grabbed Xu Zhimo's arm, and the two walked towards Safoyi......

They entered the hotel, walked through the lobby, and came to the ballroom, where they showed the invitation to the waiter in front of the door, and then entered the grand ballroom in typical Edwardian style.

"Dr. Yuan, you can just have a song."

"yes, yes, tired. Even if it's for me, you're going to recite it......"

At this time, there were already many gorgeously dressed guests in the dance hall, but Xu Lin and the others saw that these guests had gathered in a strict circle, so that they could not see the people inside at all.

But listening to this, the center of the circle was the Mr. Hongjian who invited the two of them to come.

Lin Huiyin immediately heard a clear male voice say very cheerfully in the most standard "Queen's English": "Since it is Ms. Catherine Mansfield's request, how can I not respond?" ”

"I wrote a poem on my voyage to England, which I dedicated to the beautiful Queen of Bohemia...... And, of course, you, my friends. ”

"Isn't Miss Catherine Mansfield your friend?" Lin Huiyin pulled Xu Zhimo's arm and said suspiciously.

Xu Zhimo nodded and said, "Well, I did send her an invitation for Hongji, I didn't expect her to arrive before us......"

The two of them also came outside the circle, but unfortunately Lin Huiyin was not tall, and even if he stood on tiptoe, he couldn't see the situation inside.

However, she had a strange discovery, which was that the ladies present looked at the people in the circle with a strange gaze. It was as if a beast that had been hungry for days had seen a large piece of fine lamb.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......" I only heard Mr. Hongjian cough clearly, "The title of this poem is "In me, past, present, future meet""

“In me， past， present， future meet……”

To my past, present and future......

Well, there's no need to "write" it down. This famous poem is by the famous British anti-war poet Siegfried Sassoon (1889-1967).

Born into an upper-class family in London, he studied at Cambridge University, but volunteered for the army before the outbreak of World War I, and performed valiantly on the battlefields of World War I.

However, the brutal scenes on the battlefield and the death of his comrades made him deeply aware of the scourge of war, so he quit the army in 1917.

After returning to his hometown, Sassoon expressed his anti-war stance with a large number of poetic and literary works, and this poem is his masterpiece. However, in 1921 he had not yet written it.

As we all know, the most wonderful, classic and famous sentence of this poem is this:

“In me the tiger……”

I have a tiger in my heart......

"Boom la la ......"

Before the words could be spoken, the crowd suddenly dispersed. Lin Huiyin, who was caught off guard, was almost squeezed by the crowd, but fortunately, Xu Zhimo beside her grabbed her in time.

In the hurry, Lin Huiyin finally saw the "true face" of the poet through the gap in the crowd......

He wore a black tuxedo dress, and the well-fitting custom dress set off his jade tree in the wind.

And that face of his...... At this moment, the only feeling in her heart is only one word, handsome!

I saw this handsome and somewhat bewitching Seris man holding an ugly woman...... Well, the hands of the girls who don't look good anyway.

Lin Huiyin had also seen Manshufeier before, and at that time she thought that this female writer was very beautiful, but at this time she decided that this old lady was in her thirties and was not worthy of my Mr. Hongjian at all.

Born in 1888, Manshufeel is a thirty-three-year-old royal sister.

But "her Mr. Hongji" doesn't seem to care much about people's age.

He walked over to the beautiful ornament on the table, and reached out to pluck a bright red rose from it.

“…… sniffs the rose。 ”

…… but sniffed the roses.

Our Master Yuan put the rose on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, then turned around and gently inserted it into Manshufeier's hair.

"Shh......h

Somehow, the ladies at the scene let out a sigh of lesser or heavier.

Even Lin Huiyin was sighing, sighing why "her Mr. Hongji" didn't arrange flowers for herself.

In the midst of a sigh, the handsome man and talented man looked into Manshufeier's eyes and groaned:

“Look in my heart， kind friends， and tremble，”

Look into my heart, dear friends, and you should tremble.

“Since there your elements assemble.”

For that is what you should see.

HE FINALLY LET GO OF THE LITTLE HAND OF THE FEMALE WRITER, TURNED TO SMILE AT EVERYONE PRESENT, BOWED AND SAID, "THE END."

"Smack, smack, slap......"

The ballroom burst into applause.

"Boom la la ......"

Then everyone rushed to "her Mr. Hongji" again, and once again almost squeezed her to the ground.

"Dr. Yuan, this poem is amazing!"

"Thank you, thank you."

"I'm tired, I have a tiger in my heart, but I sniff the rose...... I can't breathe when I hear this! ”

"Where, where."

"Dr. Yuen ......"

"Greasy ......"

After a while, the music started, and the men and women around him entered the dance floor and danced.

And Lin Huiyin was finally able to face to face with "her Mr. Hongji".

"Maki Sen, you're here!"

Our Master Yuan hugged Xu Zhimo warmly, he didn't even look at the little girl next to him, but said very sincerely: "Thank you so much." Thank you for having Ms. Mansfield, otherwise ......."

He turned to Manshufeel and said affectionately, "How can I get acquainted with such a beautiful Queen of Bohemia?" ”

The "Queen of Bohemia", who was almost hanging on him, also laughed coquettishly: "Yes, Hamilton. Thank you for the invitation, otherwise ......"

She also looked back and muttered, "How can I get acquainted with such a handsome Prince Seris?" ”

“SHALL E?”

Yuan Yanqian took her hand and asked in a gentlemanly manner.

“OF COURSE……”

"Ahem! Cough! Cough! ”

Lin Xiaolady, who couldn't help it, not only coughed heavily, but also pulled her male partner's arm heavily.

Xu Zhimo finally reacted, raised his hand to stop: "Brother Hongji, wait a minute, I'll introduce you, this is Miss Minhou Lin, the daughter-in-law of Lin Jun Changmin......"

"Oh, this is Miss Lin." Our Master Yuan seemed to be (fake) Buddha (pretending) at this time to notice the April day in the world.

At this sight, he immediately looked at him with a strange light, and let go of Manshufir with both hands.

He straightened his hair, straightened his clothes, straightened his body, "snapped" his heels, and bowed his head in salute......

Seeing such a formal and solemn etiquette, Lin Huiyin was of course a little proud in his heart.

I only heard "her Mr. Hongji" say in a deep baritone: "Miss Lin, it's an honor to meet you." ”

"I am also honored to be Mr. Hongji. I'm your ......"

Our Master Yuan didn't listen to Lin Huiyin's words, but said to himself: "Yuan remembered ...... when he saw you."