For the rise of a nation, both men and women are responsible.

After An Xian brought Guan Huan and Peaches back, he talked to them.

Guan Huan has received an English education, and understands and agrees that women are not inferior to men.

And Peaches is a self-awakened woman who is self-reliant.

Together, the two of them will be able to give the people who grow up on this land...... Especially a surprise for women.

"Of course I'm not going to let her out, and I've got someone to protect her."

"I'm relieved to do things in danger."

Shen Wei's expression cracked: "Dangerous...... Dangerous children??? ”

An leisurely blinked: "The courtesy is still exchanged!" ”

Shen Wei: "......"

His forehead was bruised, and he said in a difficult tone, "Or...... Call me Brother Wei? ”

An leisure: "Think beautifully, dangerous children, dream less, let's be down-to-earth!" ”

Shen Wei suddenly played a scoundrel and grabbed An Xian's arm, "Scream, just scream, I'll treat you as a cow and a horse now, just call me brother!" ”

"If you don't tell you, you won't do things for me?"

Shen Wei's eyelids were palpable, strange and pitiful, "Don't you just rely on me to spoil you!" ”

An Xian rolled his eyes, "Remember to implement the plans I wrote slowly, at least in the next few years, it will be a pure land." Although those strategies have not been able to get our people to speak everywhere, they can be published in the newspapers. ”

"You're trying to fight poison with poison."

The people's thinking has long been poisoned since the late Qing Dynasty, for example, the Empress Dowager and the Emperor smoked a lot at that time.

As Jiang Zhen said, whether you admit it or not, compared with the physical body, the liberation of the spiritual level is the real liberation.

"I'm not poison, it's a new idea, believe me, maybe people in the future will think I'm prescient."

"Do you still want to go down in history because of this?"

"That is, when the time comes to mention me, there will definitely be you, and we will go down in history together."

"Hahaha, I'll see if I can go down in history when the time comes."

Leisure: "......"

I always feel that Shen Wei will not give up the various futures today, if you have a memory, you will definitely know that Shen Wei is setting a flag in advance.

She ended the conversation and stood up: "It's time to go, stay on, Yuanfeng will feel strange." ”

"That's too fast, isn't it?" Shen Wei frowned, looking at An Xian with a pair of black eyes like stars, and grabbed the hem of An Xian's cheongsam with both hands, not letting him go.

An Xian has accepted the change in the personality of the person in front of him, so he is quite calm at this time.

"The next step must be to get together less and leave more, just get used to it. Don't leave the realm of the four cities easily in the future, that area is all ours, and there are communist troops guarding it, Principal Shen is a smart person, and he will definitely put the place where the weapons are made there, so it is the safest place for you. ”

An Xian's eyes looked at Shen *back pot* danger with soft eyes, after all, this pot was carried for her, and he couldn't have an accident.

Shen Wei pursed his lips, expressing his unhappiness, and his hand still tugged at the hem of the skirt, but he didn't let go.

An Xian sighed helplessly and said, "You have to live, otherwise what can you do if you can't wait for the war to end?" ”

Shen Wei's eyes lit up suddenly, and he couldn't control his breathing, "You mean agreed?" ”

Raise your eyebrows calmly, noncommittal.

She didn't say yes to what she said just now.

"I don't care, you agreed! When the war is over, we will live together for the rest of our lives! ”

This time, Shen Wei walked simply, as if he didn't want to hear An Xian's refusal.

I sat down and drank two more glasses of water before leaving.

Who knew that as soon as he went out, he bumped into a tall man in a gray tunic, who suddenly walked out of the next room.

"I'm sorry......" An Xian's words stopped abruptly, and before she could speak, the other party called her name, "Miss An!" ”

An Xian's face changed, she actually met Jiang Zhen here, who could tell her why Beicheng was so small?

Pushed Jiang Zhen into the room he walked out of, and quickly closed the door: "Doctor Jiang, call me Miss Gan or Aunt Thirteen!" ”

"Huh?"

As soon as An Xian wanted to explain, he found that in addition to Jiang Zhen, there were three other people in the room.

She doesn't know any of the three of them, but looking at their temperament, they should all be engaged in literature.

Jiang Zhen looked at her expression and quickly explained: "An...... This is my teacher, Professor Zhang Guangzhi, this is my senior brother Feng Ling, and this is my senior sister Hu Shilan. ”

Zhang Guangzhi is an old man in a Mao suit, with a somewhat fierce face, looking at An Xian frowning at this time, An Xian thought, this person probably regarded her as a bad woman.

Feng Ling is a person who is good at poetry, and she looks quiet, but when she saw her at this time, she blushed.

There is one Hu Shilan left, with neat short hair, blue clothes on the upper body, and black pants below, very simple, very graceful in appearance, but the eyes are sharp, and it can be seen that it is different from ordinary women.

Seeing that Jiang Zhen seemed to be still struggling with how to introduce herself to these people, she smiled: "I'm Tangcheng Anxi." ”

In a word, the first to change his face was Hu Shilan!

She stood up and looked at An Xian with sparkling eyes: "You are Miss An Xian'an!" ”

An Xian smiled, walked over and stretched out his hand to her: "Writer Hu, I have been friends for a long time." ”

"Me too!" Hu Shilan held her hand, and when they looked at each other, those unfamiliarities were annihilated.

The two had written and communicated before, but they were just intermediaries made by Jiang Zhen.

Hu Shilan's photos have been seen in the newspaper, but the photos at this time are not clear, compared to the photos, the real Hu Shilan is more sassy.

So, the next five people chatted.

From the words of the four people, An Xian learned that they met today to prepare to march with the students.

"The taxes are too high, and some moths actually run to the girls' school to go crazy after getting drunk!" Hu Shilan's face was full of hatred.

"The people who are in the puppet government don't care about anything, and the policemen who are raised by the people don't care about anything! Several students who applied for justice were also imprisoned! ”

An Xian: "Do you have any good ideas?" ”

"What can I do?" Jiang Zhen came over - he was just about to go out to the toilet, and now when he came back from the toilet, he also pulled a short-term worker he recruited to the door to guard.

The people present are not stupid, An Xian has changed his identity, and it is impossible to just play casually when he appears in Beicheng.

Not to mention that the Tangcheng area is now famous.

The various tactics there make some people feel threatened.

Newspapers that flow from there are not allowed to circulate outside.

However, those people didn't expect that people have a rebellious mentality, and the more they are not allowed to do anything, the more they will do something.

At least in this room, in addition to the four scholars who were idle, each of them had a set of newspapers from Tangcheng.

An Xian also knew about this, and even specially discounted the money to send those newspapers to people who wanted to read them all over the country.

Maybe these people are just weak scholars like Jiang Zhen, but at the critical moment, when they move their pen, what can be shaken is thousands of people.

An Xian doesn't have much memory of this parade.

After all, during the period when the original owner went abroad, there were too many big and small things in the country, and she couldn't remember every single one.

At that time, she was obsessed with wooden warehouse manufacturing, and if it weren't for the country, she wouldn't even know what she could do now.

Jiang Zhen was very angry: "Those people can't wait to stop for a moment to squeeze the people, so that they can live a good life!" ”

An Xian said: "I am now the thirteenth aunt of Yuanfeng, don't be busy with this matter." The safety of the children is the most important thing, and I want to find a way for Yuanfeng to rescue them. ”

Hu Shilan frowned, and finally Jiang Zhen, who was familiar with her, spoke: "Miss An, you should know." This is not the business of a few students, but the disrespect of those who are in the dead place to the scholars. ”

An Xian naturally knew, but she swept over the few people seated, and her tone was flat and cruel: "But you also know that this is not something that can be solved by your parade once." In the final analysis, it is the state that is too chaotic and the country is too weak. ”

"In the first half of your life, you should be literate and hyphenated, and what you should do in the second half of your life is to teach and educate people, and cultivate the next generation with more cultural connotations, instead of putting yourself in danger!"

"Death is as light as a feather, as heavy as Mount Tai, and life is not the same. Therefore, please care more about your own lives, because the country needs you! ”

The words made everyone in the audience silent, and Feng Ling, who had always been emotional, had tears floating in his eyes.

Zhang Guangzhi raised his glasses, stood up, and said in a sincere tone: "Thank you Miss An, listening to your words is better than reading for ten years." ”

An Xian: "Professor Zhang, you're polite!" ”

Zhang Guangzhi: "You're not polite, I used to think about it, I swore to be a martyr, and I didn't care about my life." Shame shame shame! ”

Of course, An Xian knew that it wasn't his own words that made these people like this.

They are all contemporary writers, how could they not know the truth of what she just said.

They're just happy that someone who isn't part of their group can understand them.

The youthful enthusiasm of children, they also have.

But they are more mature than children, so they understand better that the living can do more and face more than they die.

An Xian sat with them for a while before leaving.

Feng Ling walked to the window and watched Ann get into a car until he couldn't see it anymore.

Jiang Zhen walked over: "What's wrong?" Haven't told Miss An enough? ”

Feng Ling turned his head and took Jiang Zhen's hand, his eyes were extremely bright, and he said that young people are easy to boil, but they don't know that the blood under the skin of young people is not weaker than that of young people.

He said, "I have found my muse!" I will write poems for her, sing praises to her, praise her, and follow her! ”

Jiang Zhen: "......" So, can you not pull me to say something so easily misleading!"

Jiang Zhen withdrew her hand quietly, "What she wants to do, we may not be able to help." ”

"No, I can!" There was a kind of warm madness in Feng Ling's expression, and he continued, "I want to record her life and let future generations know everything she has done, what do you think?" ”

Jiang Zhen nodded and said solemnly: "She is worth it." ”

If it were someone else, he would definitely stop the poet, known as the "child of light", from singing the praises of a woman with his words that are hotter than the sun.

Jiang Zhen is a scholar, but he also has the inferior nature of a man.

Before he met An Xian, he had never admired a woman.

He felt that a woman might be like the one his parents had asked him to marry, hoping for good times, but not doing anything about it.

Perhaps the biggest difference between An Xian and the woman next to her is that she has a very profitable An family.

However, from the moment he received the first newspaper from her, he knew that this little girl, who was more than ten years younger than him, was different.

Later, after meeting Hu Shilan, he respected women even more.

Therefore, it is not that women are often unable to gain the approval of others.

If you are strong, it doesn't matter if you are male or female.

Jiang Zhen felt that in his next book, he would write about an ordinary woman, a microcosm of tens of millions of women in this era.

As he wrote about the former playmate, the playmate who has been assimilated into an ordinary person by society.

Zhang Guangzhi: "What is she going to do?" ”

Hu Shilan: "I don't know, but her identity is a secret, so everyone should have never seen today's incident." Fengling, if you write a poem, write a poem, don't let people know it's her! ”

Feng Ling: "Am I that stupid?" ”

Jiang Zhen: "You're not stupid? ”

Feng Ling: "......"

Jiang Zhen looked at Feng Ling with a depressed face and sighed in his heart.

He envied Feng Ling's "stupidity", because in this way he gave his words a kind of innocence that bordered on cruelty.

It's like a fairy tale book he once read abroad.

Every story in it may be beautiful in the eyes of children.

The prince and the princess are together, and the girl is imprisoned by the beast and finally rescued by the warriors, and the mermaid turns into foam......

These stories, how beautiful, so beautiful that the cruelty in them makes him chill in the bottom of his heart.

And Fengling's words are like this.

He didn't have the talent he had, so he envied it.

Zhang Guangzhi's wise gaze was deep and he couldn't see the edge: "I think this Miss An is probably going to do a big thing." Although he didn't know what she was going to do, Zhang Guangzhi had this almost superstitious intuition.

Hu Shilan: "No matter what, it's enough to help her, don't make a mess." ”

Feng Ling frowned a little angrily: "I will protect her, she is my muse!" "He wouldn't hurt her.

Hu Shilan: "How many muses have you had, haven't you counted?" ”

Feng Ling was speechless.

But he wanted to say, different, she was different.

After Feng Ling returned, he wrote:

You go, I don't go, my heart goes with you,

Which road you go on, you can walk with confidence,

Behold the street lamp that goes on all the way to the sky,

You just have to follow the straight line of light!

You go first, and I stand here looking at you,

Take your steps lightly, and don't let the dust rise......

……

The first sentence of "To Xiao Xian" written by Feng Ling was written with the enthusiasm of young people.

After that, there was no dust.

*

An Xian got into the car and was a little surprised to see Shi Dan sitting in the co-pilot.

"Vice Admiral Shi, this is ...... Is there anything the Major General has to order? ”

Shi Dan smiled at her, and when she laughed, there was a pear vortex on her left cheek, which looked harmless, "It's that my subordinates are passing by here when they are doing errands, so I want to take a ride, and please don't be angry." ”

An Xian's eyebrows stretched, and the woman's grace matched her seemingly white face, and she was indescribably weak: "How could it be." ”

Shi Dan's eyes were slightly condensed, his snort was a little hot, he clamped his legs and turned around.

They don't talk anymore, and their identities can't have anything in common.

When he arrived at the house, he got out of the car leisurely, Shi Dan didn't get off, he still had a place to go.

An Xian walked to the co-pilot's position, bent down slightly, and a fair and beautiful face was closer, and there was a sense of shock.

"Vice General Shi, be careful all the way."

Spit words like orchid, gentle and lovely.

The car drove away, and Shi Dan breathed a sigh of relief.

The light in his eyes gradually deepened, and the major general's blessing was too much.

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