The symposium was held in a conference room and was attended by more than fifty people, including Soviet faculty members.

"For the past few days, I've been wondering, what would happen if I lived in Soviet Russia?" Lin Zixuan put forward a hypothesis.

This assumption made the young people here think, this is actually a sense of substitution.

Imagine yourself as a Soviet Russian, living in this country, what kind of life you will live.

"If I lived in this country, my novels might not be published, my films would not be approved, my property would be nationalized, and I might not be able to make ends meet." Lin Zixuan continued.

This sentence made Jiang Jingguo secretly sweat, and what he was worried about still happened.

The others were stunned, they didn't expect Lin Zixuan to be so straightforward on such an occasion.

"I am a capitalist, and it is natural to feel pain in this country." Lin Zixuan said frankly, "In order to live, I can change myself, learn to write novels that express the revolution or praise the country, shoot movies with revolutionary themes, and even enter the government and become an official." ”

The people here wondered, is this going to move closer to the revolution?

"I can live a stable life after the change, this is the change of the environment to people, but do I feel satisfied with this? Won't it be painful? Lin Zixuan asked rhetorically.

"I've become like everyone else, and I can't tell the difference between myself and everyone else." "On the streets of Moscow, I saw everyone wearing almost the same clothes and looking the same, and I couldn't tell the difference between them," he said worriedly. ”

"You are bourgeois liberalization!" A young man stood up and shouted, "Down with the capitalists." Down with the bourgeois liberals. ”

"Wearing the same clothes is an expression of equality for all and abolishes class. This is the progress of society. Someone echoed, "How can a capitalist like you understand." ”

"You are not welcome in Soviet Russia. Get out. Someone shouted.

"I'm getting ready to leave." Lin Zixuan said calmly and walked out.

Walking out of the conference room, he couldn't help but smile wryly, saying such things here is really asking for himself.

He wanted to say more, but he had to interrupt.

What he has always advocated is the era of a hundred schools of thought, where various ideas collide and coexist, resulting in a plurality of literature, so that literature and art can flourish.

He also wanted to discuss what he had seen in the Soviet Union from a personal and national perspective.

But he will not tell lies in order to please these youths. Singing praises to the Soviet Union is the bottom line of being a man.

Unlike the greeting they received when they came, Lin Zixuan walked quite lonely, and only Jiang Jingguo sent them to the train station.

Getting on the train, Lin Zixuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he was still worried that the Soviet authorities would embarrass him.

It seems that there are also advantages to not being taken seriously.

Feng Chengcheng looked at her husband worriedly, she heard about Sun Yat-sen University in Moscow, and she was afraid that her husband would not be able to think about it for a while.

In the past, Lin Zixuan's speeches and lectures at domestic universities would be welcomed, but this is the first time that he has been bombarded by students.

"Don't you think I'm taking it too seriously? Actually, it's not difficult to say something nice, I've acted in movies, and acting is easy. Lin Zixuan said self-deprecatingly.

"I don't want you to lie." Feng Chengcheng said with relief, "It will become a habit to say too many lies." Then you won't be able to hear the truth. ”

"That's right, it's better not to have this bad habit." Lin Zixuan nodded.

The train was moving, and he looked out the window at Moscow. I can't help but think of the later song "Evening on the outskirts of Moscow".

This song has a beautiful melody and has been widely circulated in later generations.

Lin Zixuan sang softly. There are such lyrics in it.

"My sweetheart sat beside me, silently watching me silently; I want to tell you. But I was embarrassed, and how many words remained in my heart. The long night is almost over, and the sky is bright, and I sincerely wish you a good girl; I hope that from now on, you and I will never forget, the evening outside Moscow. ”

He saw Feng Chengcheng's worries and wanted to use this way to dispel his wife's concerns.

He didn't take this encounter to heart, just a little regretful, if only he could finish his words.

Feng Chengcheng studied music in school, and music and painting are both popular subjects for girls.

She listened to Lin Zixuan's humming, felt the melody of the song, and combined with the lyrics, it was like a flowing poem, the scenes were blended, and it was very charming.

"Don't you don't like Moscow, how did you write this song?" Feng Chengcheng was puzzled.

"It's because of you that Moscow is a better place." Lin Zixuan replied.

In the past, it was difficult for him to say such love words, but this time he wanted to divert his wife's attention and forget about the unpleasantness of Sun Yat-sen University in Moscow.

After saying it, he found that he was not so embarrassed.

"Liar." Feng Chengcheng was happy in his heart, but he still said coquettishly.

"I don't have a bad habit of telling lies." Lin Zixuan said with an innocent face.

The two frolicked for a while, leaving behind the slight unpleasantness in their hearts.

Lin Zixuan wrote down the lyrics and music of "Evening on the outskirts of Moscow" and gave it to Feng Chengcheng.

This is his last memorial to Moscow.

On April 9, 1926, Lin Zixuan ended his trip to the Soviet Union and returned to China from Moscow.

In northern China, Zhang's Northeast Army was fighting fiercely with Feng Yuxiang's Nationalist Army.

As early as March, Feng Yuxiang knew that he could not defeat Zhang Zalin, so he announced that he would go to the field and take people from Suiyuan to the Soviet Union for investigation, so as not to give Zhang Zalin an excuse to provoke a war.

Feng Yuxiang went to the Soviet Union to get the support of the Soviet Union, and he was unwilling to let the power fall into the hands of Zhang Zalin.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to Kulun in Mongolia, the famous "March 18 Massacre" occurred in Beiping.

Feng Yuxiang's general, Lu Zhonglin, who was then the commander of the Gyeonggi Guard, did not stop the police from suppressing the students, which made the Soviet Union doubt Feng Yuxiang's revolutionary spirit and made him postpone his trip to the Soviet Union.

It was not until May that Feng Yuxiang came to Moscow.

At this time, Zhang Zuolin did not give up his plan to eliminate the national army because of Feng Yuxiang's downfall.

On April 7, the Zhifeng coalition army attacked from the north and south, attacking the Nationalist Army from Shandong, Henan, and Zhili.

The Nationalist Army was losing and retreating, and the two armies fought endlessly in Tianjin and other places.

When Lin Zixuan came to Harbin along the Eastern Railway, he received news that there was a war in front of him, and the road was impassable, so he had to wait in Harbin for the war to subside.

Harbin was the center of the China Eastern Railway, and the city was inhabited by a large number of Soviets, with Soviets hospitals and schools.

When he came to Harbin, Lin Zixuan remembered a person, that is, Xiao Hong, a genius female writer who lived here.

In later generations, he watched the movie "Golden Age" directed by Xu Anhua, which told Xiao Hong's life.

Xiao Hong was born in 1911, formerly known as Zhang Xiuhuan, living in Hulan County, a suburb of Harbin, just fifteen years old this year, and should still be in middle school.

Anyway, there is no way to leave Harbin for the time being, and if he is idle, he will be idle, so Lin Zixuan wants to go and visit.

He wanted to see if he had a relationship with this future talented woman. (To be continued.) )