Winter of the eighth year of the Republic of China (January 1919), Beijing.

The sky was overcast, and rickshaws and carriages were densely parked outside the Qianmen Railway Station, and the coachmen were sitting on the mats of the dustpans of the foreign cars. The remnants of snow on the side of the road are still there, and the Zhengyangmen Arrow Tower in the distance stands majestically, showing the grandeur and withering of the old imperial capital.

The train from Mukden has entered the station. Beneath the huge locomotive, the steel crankshaft and connecting rod swing rhythmically, driving the red wheels slowly forward, large clouds of steam emitting and white mist on the platform. The door of the third-class carriage opened, and the conductor wearing a golden hoop hat jumped down with a small flag first, and then the passengers outside the customs with large bags and small luggage and bloated winter clothes.

Chen Zikun jumped off the train with his bedroll roll, and did not rush to the exit of the station, but walked to the locomotive first, and carefully studied this rough and evil steel behemoth.

"Damn, why is this big iron lump so strong?" He took off his dogskin hat and scratched his unkempt hair in a heartfelt exclamation.

A five- or six-year-old boy ran over excitedly, stood by the locomotive and shouted in Wu Nong's soft language, a pink little face under the velvet tiger head hat was flushed, and his mouth shouted: "Sister, come and see, it's so white!" He only looked back and shouted, not noticing that he had reached the edge of the platform, when suddenly his feet were empty, and his arms were firmly grasped by a pair of powerful hands.

"Be careful!" Seeing that the little boy was about to fall off the platform, Chen Zikun grabbed him.

The little boy's sister hurried after him. This is a petite round-faced girl, sixteen or seventeen years old, Yin Dan Shilin blue cloth cotton robe, with a long snow-white woolen scarf around her neck, covering her mouth and nose, revealing only a pair of sparkling eyes, curved as if smiling.

Where had he ever seen such a slender and dexterous girl in the forests and snowfields of Changbai Mountain, Chen Zikun's gaze immediately froze.

"Thank you." The girl's voice was soft and waxy, and the aftermath was lingering.

Chen Zikun, who was a nymphomaniac, scratched his head stupidly, unable to speak, and watched the girl pull the little boy away, and the blue figure was slender like a small willow tree.

"Damn, people say thank you to you, I don't know how to be polite, I talk to you, it's a waste!" Chen Zikun raised his hand and pumped his two mouths.

In the distance, the parents of the sister and brother were bargaining with the servants who carried the luggage at the station, and there were two large rattan boxes and several suitcases and cloth bags piled on the ground.

Seeing a pair of children coming back, the wife scolded the girl: "Let Nong take a good look at Brother, what did Nong do, there are many people at the train station, how can I do it if I let people abduct me?" ”

The girl lowered her head and twisted the corners of her clothes without speaking. At this time, the gentleman negotiated the price with the servant, and said gently: "Okay, okay, Mr. Chen is still waiting for us, let's go." ”

The family walked towards the exit, and no one noticed that a few feet behind them sneakily followed a guy wearing a dogskin hat with a blanket on his back.

There were a lot of people at the exit of the station, the girl's family was blocked at the door at this time, the station was crowded, the girl held her brother's hand tightly, the wife whispered something to the old mother, the face was cloudy and seemed to be very unhappy, Mr. was so hot that the glasses were foggy, and when he took them off and wiped them, a white-faced man in a top hat shouted: "Don't squeeze don't squeeze," but he didn't stop walking, and after hitting Mr., he took off his top hat and said politely: "I'm sorry for you." "An authentic Kyoshi accent.

"It's okay." Mr.'s Chinese has a distinctly southern flavor.

The white-faced man turned his head and walked away, smiling proudly at his accomplice in the dark, when suddenly an iron pincer-like hand grabbed his neck, and he couldn't turn back when he wanted to, and watched as the other hand reached into his arms and pulled out the wallet that had just arrived and had not yet been hot.

The hand was released, and the white-faced man turned his head to see that it was actually a tall and tall outsider. The strong dragon still doesn't suppress the head snake, he can't swallow this breath, just about to make trouble, suddenly saw a soldier in a blue and gray military uniform walking behind, he knew that it was a soldier of the Ministry of Communications' road guard, and his own backer station police station has never dealt with it, so he quickly stopped his flag, said "Boy, you have a kind", and quickly turned around and left.

When the girl's family left the station, a man in a tweed coat greeted him and said with a smile: "Brother Zhimin, you have finally arrived, I am looking forward to the autumn water." ”

Mr. also smiled and said: "Brother Zhongfu, don't come unharmed, I see that you are still in style, this is a cheap one, and my pair of children." ”

He also introduced to his wife: "This is Mr. Chen Duxiu, the dean of liberal arts at Peking University, whom I often mention to you. ”

Seeing that the person who came was a decent professor, the worries were swept away, and she smiled gently: "Professor Chen, hello, our family Lao Lin often mentions you, and they all listen to mature people, Wen Jing, Wen Long, call people." ”

"Uncle Chen is good." A pair of children shouted obediently.

Chen Duxiu laughed heartily, and Mr. Lin also laughed heartily, and suddenly saw the servant who helped them carry their luggage laughing humbly on the side, and hurriedly said, "Oh, I forgot to give you money." "Reach into your bosom and dig it out, where is the shadow of the wallet.

"Oh no, there is a letter of appointment from the Ministry of Education in the wallet, and a two-hundred-dollar bill, this and this, how can this be good." Mr. Lin's anxious sweat came down.

"How can Nong not be careful!" Mrs. raised her eyebrows and went crazy on the spot.

"Sir, your wallet has fallen." An unkempt bearded man walked from behind and handed over his wallet. Mr. Lin hurriedly answered, "Thank you." He took out two one-yuan bills issued by the Bank of Communications from his wallet and handed them over.

The man didn't look at the banknotes, and said righteously: "Be careful next time." ”

Mrs. Lin pressed Mr. Lin's hand holding the banknote down, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Nong." ”

The girl and the little boy also had a tutor and said, "Thank you, Uncle." ”

Chen Zikun's originally triumphant heart seemed to have been poured with cold water, uncle, am I that old? He stroked the beard on his face and looked sad, forgetting all the words he had prepared to talk, so he had to clench his fists with a straight face, and strode away pretending to be bold.

Mr. Lin looked at his back and praised: "Therefore, the trip of education is also the first good, starting from the Beijing Division." Beijing is indeed the best place. ”

Chen Duxiu said: "Brother Zhimin's foundation in Chinese culture is so profound, it is better to come to our Peking University to be a professor." ”

"With Brother Zhongfu here, how dare I get an axe in the class, any small official in the Ministry of Education is enough." Mr. Lin said with a smile.

"Don't delay, let's go back, the house is ready, it's in the back house alley of Shijuma Street......" Chen Duxiu helped lift a suitcase and beckoned three rickshaws to come over.

Not far away, Chen Zikun, who was pretending to tidy up the bed, silently remembered this address.