Subtitle of this chapter: Master Yuan who is shabby and welcomes the new

"Fool, what did you say to your people to make them so devastated?"

"Your Excellency, I just introduced them to a small link in our just cause."

"Lord Fool, is arms smuggling a small link in a just cause?"

"Your Excellency ...... Justice," Master Yuan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, sat up straight, looked at little Mr. Chandler with blazing eyes, and said, "You really should take this time to read those books with that Professor Jill." Yuri, we have to look at the essence through the phenomenon......"

"Auntie, we have to look at the essence through the phenomenon. He's really a nice young man! ”

"Huilan, you wait first. Why did you call him Hongqi after meeting him? ”

"It's not ...... Don't worry about that, he invited us to his cultural salon tomorrow, and there are a lot of local New York writers in attendance. ”

"Tomorrow is Sunday the 19th...... No, I'm going to the YMCA church and I'm going to meet the local Y. and Y.. I heard that there are many Chinese in it. ”

Miss Wei Mingzhu's Y. The Young Mens Christian Association was founded in London, England on June 6, 1844 by British businessman George William, with the original intention of improving the spiritual life and social and cultural environment of young people through firm faith and social service activities.

In 1855, on the basis of Y., Y. YWCA. Both of these were introduced to Seris at the end of the 19th century, and Song Er's first job after returning to China was to work as an English teacher at the local YWCA in Shanghai.

Since even Seris has these two things, then the United States and Nanyang naturally have chapters. For the upper-middle-class young people of the time, if they were Christians themselves, it was a good dating organization.

In fact, many of the second and third generations of international students and overseas Chinese in the United States have joined both organizations.

Of course, it is very normal for high Chinese to become Christians these days. Fortunately, Yuan Hongji's great-great-uncle and grandfather Yuan Yanqian was originally a filial son, plus a little courage, knowing that his Lao Tzu hated this foreign thing the most, and if he entered the foreign religion, he was afraid that he would have to sever the father-son relationship with himself, so even if he stayed in the church of Hujiang University for four years, he did not become a Christian. After going abroad to New York, I had fun for three years, and I didn't have time to join the YMCA.

"Huilan, will you go with me?"

"Auntie, but I've already promised someone, how can I break the contract? You'd better come with me to the salon. ”

"Hmph, I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup that guy poured you in. Anyway, I'm not going. I was tired and went back to my room. ”

"Auntie...... Ay! ”

The next morning, Miss Wei Mingzhu went to church alone and did not return until noon. Ms. Huang Huilan had no choice but to go to Yuan Yanqian's luxury apartment by the Hudson River alone.

"Mrs. Gu, I'm so happy to see you."

"Mr. Yuan, I would like to thank you for the invitation."

Our Master Yuan glanced behind the female guest and asked with some confusion, "Mrs. Gu, are you still alone today?" ”

Ms. Huang Huilan said embarrassedly: "Mr. Yuan, I'm really embarrassed. My 'friend' was still a little unwell, so I'm sorry I didn't come. ”

"That's it......" Yuan Yanqian finally felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't let the guests stay at the door, so she had to smile forcefully, "It's okay, there will be a chance next time." Mrs. Gu, please come in. ”

He diligently helped the minister's wife take off her coat and handed it to the waiter on the side, and personally led her to the living room, and introduced in a loud voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, today I am honored to Qingdao the wife of the Chinese minister to the United States."

The guests present were mainly the people from the literary circle, and they all stood up politely when they heard this.

"Mrs. Gu, let me introduce you to this famous contemporary American writer......

"This is a famous contemporary American female writer......"

"This is a famous contemporary American young writer......"

"This is a famous contemporary poet in the United States and the United Kingdom......"

"This is the famous contemporary American horror writer ......"

"This is a famous contemporary American love writer......"

"This is a friend of a famous contemporary American love writer and my lawyer......"

"This is ......," Yuan Yanqian said, pointing to Miss Aynica, "my secretary, Miss Ainica-Rocher. ”

Huang Huilan looked at the little dragon girl who looked definitely no worse than her aunt, and her mood was a little complicated. But she only sighed in her heart, and still stretched out her hand and said, "Hello, Miss Rochelle." ”

"Hello, Madam Minister."

After a round of greetings, Huang Huilan sat on the main seat, and she was also the eldest lady who often participated in cultural salons, so she cleaned up her mood and asked with a smile: "What are you talking about?" ”

Miss Helen Brown, a famous contemporary American romance writer on the side, said with great interest: "Mrs. Gu, Neo is about to read a new poem by him." ”

Our Master Yuan, who is known to be very modest and honest, immediately corrected: "I did not write this poem, but one of our generals of Seris, and I have only translated it into English." ”

T.S. Eliot, a famous contemporary poet in the United States and Britain, disagreed, retorting: "Translating poetry is itself a kind of re-creation, let alone translating from the mysterious Oriental Chinese characters into modern English." I can't wait to hear it, Mr. Yuan, read it. ”

The crowd chimed in: "Yes, Neo. Let's go. ”

Yuan Yanqian smiled slightly: "Since this is the case, then I will be ugly." ”

He made his way to the center of the living room, paced a few steps with his hands in his trouser pockets, and then closed his eyes and brewed his emotions again.

Finally, our Master Yuan lowered his head and whispered in a rich baritone: "Distant Mount Tai, showing a dark figure......"

His head was slightly raised, and his tone became a little brisker: "The heavy foundation supports the shallow high-level ......."

"Suppose one day......" he suddenly raised his head to look at the crowd in the customer hall, this time reciting in a subdued tone, "someone turned that world upside down......"

After a while, he suddenly pulled his hands out of his trouser pockets and pointed upwards, and shouted in a sonorous voice: "The old tradition will surely be met with a landslide!" ”