"What do you have to say, classmate?"

The school leaders who were interrupted were not unhappy, but looked at Chen Jun with interest.

In the context of the turbulence of the situation and the shift of the times, the masters of the Republic of China have produced different academic standards, different learning and deeds, an open atmosphere, and have never been afraid of power and superstition.

National Chiao Tung University has a strong academic atmosphere and has produced many talents, so it is natural to consciously cultivate this aspect.

Even the spectator students below did not have the slightest dissatisfaction on their faces, they were all very surprised.

Under the eyes of everyone, Chen Jun said calmly, "I have always admired Mr. Xiang, and it just so happened that I thought of a poem just now, and I wanted to give it to Mr. Xiang and all the students here." ”

Now they are all aroused, they are elites, hope for the future, and they know that the poems sent at this juncture must be unusual.

"Oh, I'm a little curious if Mr. Xiang can let him speak. If it's mediocre or out of place, I'm going to punish him. The school leader politely gestured to Xiang Chusong.

Xiang Chusong nodded, "It's all right, I'm also curious." ”

Tick~

Tick~

It was extremely quiet, as if only the eaves were drizzling.

Chen Jun got up and looked around, closed his eyes and opened them again, as if they were burning with fire.

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

......

The voice is slow, soothing and melancholy, as if it is whispering in people's ears, and suddenly pulls people down that dark night.

......

This storm-stricken land,

This eternal river of our grief and indignation,

This wrathful wind that blows endlessly,

and the incomparably gentle dawn from the woods......

......

Suddenly there was a sonorous roar, a violent wind swept up torrential rain, the great river roared, and the guns roared into the battlefield, bringing a hint of dawn.

......

- and then I died,

Even the feathers rotted in the ground.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

For I love this land deeply;

.......

Then the voice was low again, hoarse and sad but majestic and broad.

Everyone seems to be immersed in it, where is the poem, it is clearly written about each of them.

Shanghai has been occupied by the Japanese army, and their students have to move to the concession for classes, and there is no hope, but they are the hope of bringing the dawn.

Who doesn't love this land so much?

There was gradually crying on the field, and finally the infection became a succession, both men and women.

Everyone in the room was crying, crying, sobbing quietly, as if they wanted to vent all their pathos and anger.

Chen Jun was also shedding tears, and he didn't know that it was really easy to come to this era.....

Gradually, a quarter of an hour later, everyone's emotions settled down, and the tears in the eyes of the school leaders and Xiang Chusong flickered, "Everyone is smiling, I believe that we will eventually usher in hope." ”

"Classmate, did you make this poem? It's really infectious. ”

"This poem was published by Mr. Ai Qing in the "Ten Days of Literature" this month, not by me." Chen Jun replied quietly.

Due to the Japanese occupation of Shanghai, the dissemination of information was sluggish, so no one here knows the news of the poem's publication in December this year.

"I would like to thank my classmates for their honesty and for bringing us an inspiring poem. Let's give him a round of applause! ”

The school leaders and Xiang Chusong were slightly surprised, people who can refuse temptation so frankly are always impressive, and then there was a thunderous applause, and the party slowly ended.

Chen Jun didn't leave, took Wang Jiazhi's hand, stood backstage and looked at Xiang Chusong, he thought that the scene just now was enough to be a stepping stone.

"Wait for me here."

Seeing that Xiang Chusong put on his hat and seemed to have the intention of leaving under the surrounding guards, Chen Jun quickly stepped forward.

"Wait, classmate, you can't go in."

The bodyguard just wanted to stop Chen Jun, and a voice immediately came from the center: "Let him in!" ”

The voice is calm and powerful, revealing a sharp and resolute and unshakable one.

Chen Jun finally saw this legendary king of Western medicine in the Republic of China, just like the black and white photos of his previous life, with a medium stature, elegant and handsome, but now his temples are slightly frosty white with vicissitudes, and there is a sharp edge under the eyes of each other.

"Do you know why I let you in?" The king of Western medicine looked at Chen Jun with those sharp eyes.

Chen Jun was a little confused, and tried to reply, "That patriotic poem? ”

"Wrong!"

Xiang Chusong smiled, "It's your honesty." ”

"Poetry, when Wang Zhaoming joined the revolution to serve the country, he led the knife into a fast, and lived up to the head of the youth, how high-spirited and happy he was! Isn't it still treason now? ”

Chen Jun was speechless, it is true that his rank is too low, and if he wants to speculate on the mind of this kind of big guy, he still can't play tricks.

"Say, you used poetry to attract my attention, and you have been secretly observing me for a long time, there should be something." Xiang Chusong waved his hand to disperse the surrounding bodyguards, "If the family is in difficulty, you can mention it to me." ”

"I don't have any difficulties, but I have a request for Mr. Xiang's help."

"Tell me about it."

"I want to kill the traitor Yi Mocheng, please ask Mr. Xiang for help."

Chen Jun is not afraid of this informant, later generations have proved that this person hates the Japanese army and traitors to the core, and he can trust him enough, on the contrary, the question now is whether Xiang Chusong can trust him.

Xiang Chusong's smoking hand trembled, his face was not shocked, but his eyes suddenly became like knives.

"You?" He smiled.

"What is Mr. Xiang laughing at?"

"Laughing at me for not being able to do it? Or laugh at my unclear identity? It's a spy or a traitor who wants to lurk around you. ”

"Both!"

Xiang Chusong did not shy away from it, and threw down the cigarette coldly.

"Mr. Xiang's suspicions are reasonable, but you might as well take a look at this, I believe it can dispel some of Mr. Xiang's doubts." Chen Jun handed a business card to Xiang Chusong, which was the one given by Xiang Yutang.

"Xiang's Pharmaceutical!"

Twisting up the business card, Xiang Chusong was a little puzzled.

Chen Jun took advantage of the situation to tell him about what happened on the deck of the ship that day, and he did not hide it at all.

This time Xiang Chusong looked at Chen Jun's eyes even more surprised, if it was really according to what this young man surnamed Kuang said, this person had excellent medical skills, he was a great talent in medical skills, and he dared to blackmail foreigners, which was a little bit more courageous.

"Mr. Xiang, as you think, if I am really a spy who wants to steal your company's secrets, it must be more convenient to go through Mr. Xiang Yutang's channel."

"If I want to assassinate you, you want to be within five steps of me, and I have some kung fu in my body, so it won't be difficult to kill you."

"And to put it mildly, I am strong, I don't look down on the drugs developed by your company at all, if I am given five years, I will develop some new drugs that are enough to gather global capital forces, and it will be no more difficult to kill Yi Mocheng than to crush an ant."

"You're crazy enough." Xiang Chusong's face was expressionless.

"People are not frivolous teenagers, bragging about pies is conducive to attracting venture capital and capital forces, just like Mr. Xiang." Chen Jun is quite open.

The corners of Xiang Chusong's mouth twitched, and he turned around and left, as if he had met a madman and madman.

"Wait, Mr. Xiang doesn't want to know why I have such a big breath and what do I rely on?"