When you arrive in Chuzhou, it is very safe, this side has been occupied by the revolutionary army, from Chuzhou, which is a straight line from west to east, all the area south belongs to the revolutionary army, and because of the division of Ninghan and Han, the south is centered on Wuhan and Nanjing, separating the two governments. Nanjing and Wuhan fought their own battles, and Nanjing's side went north from Bengbu and Xuzhou to form the Third Route Army, which marched north to Longhai Road, Kebengbu, and occupied Xuzhou. On the Wuhan side, Tang Shengzhi's troops marched into Henan, and finally joined Feng Yuxiang in Zhengzhou.

By the time Yan Buwen and Ruan Lingyu arrived in Nanjing, it was already late April, and after resting from Pukou for one night, they went straight to Jiangning, preparing to take the train directly to Shanghai. Along the way, I took a car for nearly half a day, and saw all kinds of people on the street, which was no different from when I passed by from Nanjing to Beijing before, and it was still very lively. Walking through the Qinhuai River, I also saw a cruise ship passing by on the river, and the cheongsam beauties on the boat, and the handsome guys in suits and robes are also a landscape.

But more than ever, there were many more neat marches of troops on the streets, coming and going, endlessly, and almost every few streets could see a group of soldiers.

I only heard the handsome guys and beauties below chanting poems, very chic.

I heard a man standing on the bow of the boat, facing the Qinhuai River and singing loudly: "More than thirteen years of grace, cardamom tips in early February; The spring breeze is ten miles of Qinhuai Road, and it is better to roll up the bead curtain. Then the man lifted the beaded curtain that had fallen from the bow of the ship's cabin, and out came a girl of seventeen or eighteen, dressed in powder, a kind of gaudy that did not belong to her age.

When passing by the Qinhuai River, it was still early for the train, so the two got off the train and walked around the Qinhuai River. Ruan Lingyu was lying on the handrail of a stone bridge, heard the poem sung by the handsome guy below, pondered it carefully, and felt that it was very well written, so she said to Yan Buwen: "What do you think of this poem?" ”

Yan Buwen looked at Ruan Lingyu with a smile, obviously she didn't understand the true meaning of the poem, this Du Mu's poem, the original Yan Buwen knew it, the man below only changed two words, how could Yan Buwen not hear it: "What do you think?" ”

"The artistic conception is very beautiful, the girl in the poem is even more beautiful, if this man wrote to the woman below, how happy this woman should be." Ruan Lingyu said.

Yan Buwen said: "This is a bad statement, if you knew the true meaning of this poem, you wouldn't think so." ”

Yan Buwen whispered in Ruan Lingyu's ear, and then glared at Yan Buwen after seeing Ruan Lingyu's face turn from pink to red***: "Why are you so unserious, I think the meaning of his poems has been misinterpreted by you." ”

Ruan Lingyu didn't believe it, but this poem was indeed written by Du Mu to a prostitute in Yangzhou, but the man below changed Yangzhou Road to Qinhuai Road, so don't think that Yan Buyi can't hear it. This poem is also not a serious poem, when Du Mu passed through Yangzhou, and a virgin prostitute had a one-night (forbidden) relationship, so left this work, the prostitute was only thirteen or fourteen years old at the time, it can be said that Du Mu is really a bastard, and it is not a thing, but for the poet, this is romance.

Du Mu also has a poem written by passing by the current place, that is, the Qinhuai River at the feet of Yan Buwen and Ruan Lingyu.

"The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings the flowers in the backyard across the river." Du Mu turned around and became a writer who worried about the country and the people, but he forgot how he was sweet with the prostitute in Yangzhou before.

Therefore, the hypocrisy of the literati is even worse than anyone else.

Yan Buwen said: "Believe it or not, anyway, I think his poem is more than thirteen years old, cardamom tips in early February, very improper, and it is not his own original, just a breakup letter to a prostitute, nothing good." ”

At this time, the pleasure boat docked on the shore, and the man took the woman on the boat and pulled him off the boat, and then went ashore, and several couples came out one after another. Since this man dares to say this poem, I am afraid that he and Du Mu are in the same mind, and it is purely a pastime. So Yan Buwen said a word to Ruan Lingyu when he passed by, and this sentence happened to be heard by the man, Yan Buwen didn't miss it high, but the man's ears were very sensitive.

"What did you say?" The man asked, in an unkind tone. At the same time, the men and women along the way stopped and looked at Yan Buwen and Ruan Lingyu.

The girl next to the man said, "He said that the poems you wrote were not serious, and that you didn't write them yourself." ”

Obviously, the girl's ears were brighter, and the man was immediately upset when he said this.

"This brother, you say that my poems are not original and not serious, which is too much. Yes, I didn't write this poem, but you can't bury the ancients and say that it's not serious. ”

The girl's eyes next to the man widened: "Okay, you said that this poem was written by me, but I didn't expect that you didn't create it yourself, I was deceived by you." ”

The man said: "It's not easy for me Dewey to write a poem, just casually sang just now, this brother, you haven't seen my real creation, if you do, you will definitely not say what you just said." ”

"Okay, our Du Gongzi is going crazy."

"Brother Du is a talented man in our university."

"Okay, Du Gongzi has to show us two hands."

Ruan Lingyu didn't know what was going on, she just walked forward, holding a handkerchief, on which Yan Buwen wrote "A Generation" last year, the eye of the night, Yan Buwen and talented, Ruan Lingyu must believe it, but how talented it is, Ruan Lingyu can't be sure. And now suddenly a few people came forward to provoke, and they were angry in their hearts, so they said to Yan Buwen: "Don't you also know how to write poems, you shouldn't be worse than them." ”

Yan Buwen smiled, how could this be, there are so many poems in his head, just find one, it is not easy to deal with this kind of rich college student who has not graduated all day long and only knows how to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble.

Dewey saw that so many classmates were there, and there were still a few prostitutes who did not sell their bodies, but of course they had changed now, and they did not sell their bodies. Dewey had just tasted the forbidden fruit, and he was sweet with the girl next to him, how could he let others disturb the interest. So directly for the sake of dignity and his status in the girl's heart, he stood directly in front of Yan Buwen and competed face-to-face.

Yan Buwen said: "I saw it, and I would say something like that." ”

"Okay, it's too much of a deception, then I'll make you a poem." Dewey was so angry that he immediately sang: "There are three thousand beauties on the banks of the Qinhuai River, and I am loyal to you alone......"

After listening to this, the girls next to Dewey were all intoxicated, and they had never heard such a confession, which was really surprising and joyful.

But Yan Buwen shook his head frequently, and then pointed to the marching army: "Do you know where you are worse than them?" ”