Of course, He Changying often peeks at his body these days, but more often than not, he is sometimes high-spirited and excited, and sometimes he bows his head and thinks deeply, as quiet as a still statue. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

These changes have made Xue Yingchun's heart more complicated, sometimes chaotic, sometimes itchy.

Wu Weiyang and the four of them looked at it all morning, until noon, Xue Yingchun, who was dressed elegantly and beautifully, urged several times, and no one was willing to get up and go to the restaurant in the front yard to eat, and no one raised his eyes to look at her more.

In the end, Xue Yingchun, who really had no choice, still ordered a big bowl of dumplings by himself at He Changying's suggestion, and ate while watching and eating in the house, and hurried things.

When the sun was setting in the west outside the window, the bright-eyed man named Chen Shijie Nanyang overseas Chinese, the deputy captain of the artillery department of the Beiyang Military Academy, had flames in his eyes, and asked excitedly and respectfully:

"Mr. Ho's writing is really good, it is simply a pearl of words, which is deafening and inspiring; This book of cautionary wisdom should allow more aspiring young people in China to watch it from time to time as a holy scripture, and check the 'small' in their own body every day, so as to achieve the 'big' of the country and the nation! ”

That's a lot of praise!

Even though He Changying thought that her skin was thick enough, she couldn't help but twitch her cheeks twice.

He smiled and said, "That's what I mean, but I don't know how this book works?" I'm ashamed to say that I am penniless and only passionate. ”

"What a 'penniless but passionate'!"

Wu Weiyang reluctantly put down the manuscript in his hand, and made a chest salute to He Changying; "Mr. He is talented, and he was neglected before; In particular, the sentence 'the truth is only within the range of the cannon' is to the point, which simply hits the nail on the head to exhaust the essence of ancient and modern warfare! I have also heard this sentence of the spleen in Germany, but today it is explained in detail by Mr. in the book, and Wei Yang can be regarded as truly understanding the profundity; Before, Wei Yang still had some suspicions about the matter of Gao Sheng, but now it seems that Mr. is fortunate to be safe, otherwise it would be a huge loss for our country. ”

"Gao Sheng."

He Changying muttered to himself, for this incident that was destined to make the British Empire dry thunder and not rain, He Changying relied on mentioning it again.

Now that the war has begun, who is right and who is wrong in the end still depends on fighting knives to judge the level, and it really doesn't matter at all the essence of what happened in the 'Gao Sheng'.

"Leave the matter of publishing the book to Zhao Ao, concentrate manpower and material resources, and strive for the fastest time to get the book out; However, the price of this book should not be too high, and if it is high, fewer people will read it; Shijie—"

Lin Yunyu, the captain of the Beiyang Martial Arts Academy, who had always looked serious, looked at Chen Shijie with burning eyes.

"How about the book price set at five eldest sons? That is, a small amount of money that is less than a meal, and I will make up the rest; If I really look at it with my heart, I'm willing to give it away for nothing. ”

Chen Shijie immediately agreed happily.

"Okay,"

Wu Weiyang was also excited: "Now that China and Japan have declared war, I hope this book can wake up more Chinese people and recast my bloody China!" ”

"Hey, hey, you didn't ask for anything, haha, what did you mean? People have to eat when they write books, haven't you heard Mr. He say that he is 'penniless'? ”

Shen Zhaoao, the deputy captain of the Beiyang Martial Arts Academy, said with a smile: "Don't wake up in the end, but Mr. He is like the old Mr. Xueqin of our dynasty, poor and starved to death." ”

Tender your sister, this crow's mouth!

He Changying scolded secretly in his heart, but he didn't dare to look at Shen Zhaoao, a shrewd guy, for fear that he would see his disguise at a glance.

He looked at Wu Weiyang, who seemed to be honest and easy to deceive, with a straight face, and said, "How could you write a book for these blockages?" Written for the young China in my heart, as long as it can wake up the people, even if it starves to death, it is just a trivial matter! I don't want any money for this book, I just want more aspiring people to see this book, and I don't want anything else. ”

"Good sentence, don't ask for anything else!"

Shen Zhaoao praised it with a grin, and said anxiously: "I will leave the matter of publishing the book to me, I will arrange the staff of the bookstore to typeset it overnight, as long as Shijie is willing to spend money, this book will not flow all over the Jinmen guards within five days." ”

He Changying listened to Shen Zhaoao's 'a good sentence and asked for nothing else', and always felt weird, feeling that this kid seemed to have seen through his plan to 'invite names', and was deliberately sarcastic about himself.

He looked at Shen Zhaoao suspiciously, and Shen Zhaoao also looked at He Changying with a smile in his eyes, and He Changying couldn't understand the true meaning of his words, so he had to give up depressed.

"When will I get this book at the earliest? I mean, I want to give a copy to the students of our Martial Arts Academy as soon as possible. ”

Lin Yunyu looked at Shen Zhaoao, who had a ruffian face, and asked.

"If you want to take out five hundred book samples as soon as possible, I have to bother Brother Wu to accompany me on a trip, although it is the bookstore at home, but my words are not completely easy to use in the old man."

Shen Zhaoao still had a smile on his face, but Wu Weiyang and the others were already familiar with his appearance, and what he said was the habit of foaming at the mouth and nailing.

"That's not a problem."

Wu Weiyang nodded in agreement with a natural expression.

"Mr. He, the name of this book is "The Scream", and I haven't asked you to sign it yet."

Chen Shijie repaired the tip of the brush and respectfully handed it to He Changying.

Why hasn't Xue Yingchun, this little girl, come back yet?

He Changying stood up and glanced at the door, and said with a smile: "Of course, but I have been familiar with Taixi's pen writing since I was a child. ”

"Words are small paths."

Lin Yunyu made the final decision.

He Changying took the brush in Chen Shijie's hand, thought about it, smiled freely, and directly wrote his name crookedly on a piece of snow-white rice paper: He Changying.

"Puff-" Shen Zhaoao couldn't hold back, pursed his lips and laughed.

Although he saw the ugly words in He Changying's hand, Wu Weiyang's face was distorted, and he lamented in his heart, this He Changying is a great talent, but this word is too ugly, and it seems that he has never carried out brush enlightenment since childhood.

And the fire in Chen Shijie's eyes burned even more vigorously.

Although he also wrote calligraphy in a private school in Nanyang, after studying in France, he witnessed the glory of the French Third Republic, and listened to the great and magnificent waves of the 'Paris Commune' in those years, so he immediately changed into a suit and leather shoes, and since then he has completely abandoned the brush and began to write with a fountain pen.

This Mr. He is even more thorough than me, and he directly disdains to learn calligraphy, living in this secular Manchu Dynasty, how much perseverance does it take to fight!

Lin Yunyu glared at Shen Zhaoao dissatisfiedly, and looked at He Changying's eyes without any change.

His mind is like his words, words are small paths, and they are not worth mentioning.

He Changying heard Shen Zhaoao's laughter, glanced at him quietly, and then raised his pen and continued to write a line of poems crookedly:

Today's long tassel is in the hand, when the hand binds the long dragon.