The construction of Nanyu Middle School was very smooth, the ground was broken in December of that year, the school building was completed in March, and the enrollment began to enroll, with 300 new students enrolled in the initial stage, Mr. Zhang Boling as the principal, and Mr. Yu Chuanjian as the director of academic affairs. The teachers also arrived early and moved into the Xihua community in advance, and Lu Xihua specially asked Guo Wen to arrange a building for the teachers of Nanyu Middle School to live. Although only a dozen households have come now, Lu Xihua believes that with the expansion of the war situation and the relocation of Nankai School to the south, this building will be filled with these warriors who ignited the spark.

Thirty-three-year-old Mr. Liang Shiqiu was full of hesitation at the moment, carrying Mr. Zhang Boling's letter of introduction in his arms, carrying a suitcase in his hand, his elderly parents, tired wife and three children snuggled tightly around him, standing on the dock and looking at this strange city.

In October this year, Mr. Zhou's death ended an eight-year confrontation-like polemic between the two, and his idea of pursuing literary freedom was constrained in this era, and he advocated that "literature has no class", did not advocate literature as a political tool, opposed ideological unity, and demanded freedom of thought. Therefore, he was denounced by Mr. Zhou as a "lackey of the lost capitalists", and Kunlun also designated him as a "representative figure serving bourgeois literature". And he himself is just a little butterfly looking for a little fun in life in this troubled world.

Mr. Liang is a native of Beijing, every year when the elm pods become rain, the Liang family has to make elm money cakes, the whole family eats them in the courtyard, and the servants thank An and retire after eating. Once, on a whim, Liang's brother walked up to his grandmother after eating, and bowed his knees like a servant and said, "Thank you!" The grandmother was so angry that she almost fainted. Liang's father had no choice but to take off the horsewhip and serve his brother's family law. Although his father's horsewhip was raised high and fell gently, Mr. Liang on the side was scared half to death. It turned out that he was also going to learn from his brother at that time and follow up to ask for peace. From then on, he felt disgusted when he saw Yu Qian.

As a child, Mr. Liang especially hated his pigtails, which he found as ugly as a pig's tail, and it was really annoying to comb his braids in the morning. When he was a little older, he listened to his father read books such as "Ten Diaries of Yangzhou" and "The Mystery of Dayijue", and listened to his father tell the story of "keeping his head without hair, leaving his hair without leaving his head" after the Qing army entered the customs, and Liang became more and more disgusted with braids. After the Xinhai Revolution, he immediately went to the barber shop to cut his braids, although "it was quite painful to pull and cut the belt, and the hair slag fell down his neck, which was really uncomfortable", but his heart was "very happy".

When he was in primary school, Mr. Liang was comfortable with all subjects, but he was afraid of "arithmetic", he said: "I think topics like 'chickens and rabbits in the same cage' are specifically used to torture children, because I thought that chickens and rabbits would not be in the same cage, and even if they were in the same cage, there was no need to count the heads and feet, and at a glance you would know how many chickens and rabbits there were." ”

During the May Fourth Movement, Mr. Liang followed the student team to Zhushikou outside the front gate to give a speech. They brought a few wooden benches from the shop, lined them up in the street, and began to speak. The more people gathered, the more emotional the speakers became. At this time, two or three cars could not pass, and they kept honking their horns, which immediately angered the crowd, and when someone shouted and beat them, everyone rushed up and smashed a car with all their hands and feet. This incident made Mr. Liang reflect on the May Fourth Movement: "I felt that everyone was just angry and didn't know who to vent, hating the incompetence of the government and hating the officials for betraying the country, and this hatred could only be vented on the street like a drunken frenzy." No one can remain calm in this torrent, which is called the psychology of the masses. ”

After the May Fourth Movement, the student council demanded that the school grant it the right to self-government, and the election council interfered with the school's affairs. Mr. Liang served as a member of the Auditorium during his last years at Tsinghua University. He said: "I deeply feel that the 'mass mentality' is terrible, and the power of the organization is also terrible if it is abused. Of the three principals we expelled in a short period of time, one of them had never been to the school at all, his name was Luo Zhongyi, and I don't know if someone spread the news that he was smoking opium, so there was an uproar, and public opinion was in an uproar, so frightened that he did not dare to take office, and when there were many people, he was often unreasonable. Every time in May or June, the student union always makes a boycott, and if anyone proposes a strike, whether the reason is sufficient or not, as long as it is passionate and generous, it will always be passed. Mr. Leung lamented: "Strikes used to be a means of winning great victories, but then they have become absurd and disgusting. ”

It can be seen that Mr. Liang is a person with a true temperament, he yearns for a simple and simple life, and hates politics of deceit.

His controversy with Mr. Zhou originated in November 1927, when Mr. Liang published an article entitled "Rousseau on Women's Education" at the invitation of Fudan Xunkan, criticizing the views of the French Enlightenment thinker Rousseau. Mr. Leung believes that all that literature requires is truthfulness and fidelity to human nature. At that time, Mr. Zhou, who admired Rousseau, had just come to Shanghai from Huacheng and was extremely dissatisfied with Mr. Liang's article. A month later, he published an article entitled "Rousseau and Appetite" in Yuxi, refuting Mr. Liang's views.

After Mr. Zhou published an article to refute his views, Mr. Liang, as a junior in the literary world, resolutely put pen to paper. He said: "There is a kind of person who is just blindly 'dissatisfied with the status quo', saying that there is something wrong here today, and saying that there is something wrong there tomorrow, so there are endless miscellaneous feelings. When some individuals prescribed medicine, he was extremely dissatisfied: this medicine was too cold, that medicine was too hot, this medicine was too violent, and that medicine was too slow. He made all the prescriptions worthless, and they were all sarcastic, as if he were afraid that once the status quo satisfied him, he would have no miscellaneous feelings. ”

From then on, Mr. Zhou and Mr. Liang had a grudge, and the writers of the Left League began to raise the banner of personal attacks on him, branding him as "the lackeys of the capitalists".

In order to avoid disaster, and in order to stay away from the increasingly vicious Japanese invaders, Mr. Liang received a letter of introduction from Zhang Boling, and after the persuasion of Principal Zhang, he decided to go to the mountain city with his family to pursue the peach source in Principal Zhang's mouth, only hoping to have a pure land to live in the troubled times.

"Xihua Community," Mr. Liang silently recited the name of the destination, and staggered up the steps of the pier with his family. I wanted to find someone to ask about the location of Xihua Community, but I didn't expect that there was an eye-catching bus stop sign on the opposite street of the pier archway, "Go to: Xihua Community".

"There is a bus in that place?" Mr. Liang didn't expect that there would be buses to and from the place where he went to his destination, and it seemed that the transportation was very convenient.

Seven people who originally wanted to take a rickshaw waited on the platform, ready to take the bus to Xihua Community.

Mr. Liang was waiting for the train on the platform, and an old mother led a seven or eight-year-old girl to Mr. Liang, bent down and saluted, "This gentleman is going to go to Xihua Community, right? Come, sister, say hello to Mr. The little girl listened to her grandmother's words and hurriedly said, "Hello sir." ”

Mr. Liang, who was already clumsy, was a little helpless, but his wife reacted, hurriedly returned the gift, and took out a fruit candy from the package and handed it to the little girl. At first, Mr. Liang didn't know what was going on, but slowly learned from the chat of the people waiting for the car. The influence of the Xihua community gradually expanded, attracting countless people from the surrounding area to live around the community, all kinds of businesses are dazzling, Mr. Lu of the community in order to take care of everyone, opened a kindergarten and primary school, absorb the children in the neighborhood to enroll, the common people are basically half price, if it is a poor person is completely free. The family has a job, the family has an income, and the children have a place to play and read, which is the new change that the Xihua community has brought to the surrounding tens of thousands of people.

Post offices, hotels, inns, houses, banks, police stations, fire stations... All sorts of previously unexpected things and new things have appeared in the vicinity of the community. There is no bullying, no theft and robbery, and good public order allows everyone to enjoy rare happiness. The most respected in the Xihua community is the reader, whether it is a teacher or a student, they will participate in voluntary community activities every month, for the community and the surrounding masses, singing, acting, writing family letters, reading the news, recently the broadcast of the community has spread to the entire west of Shapingba, which has attracted everyone deeply by the cross talk, storytelling, opera, news, folk anecdotes, so people are very respectful to the readers who go to live in the Xihua community.

The fare of one dime per person is much cheaper than the rickshaw, which is also the strategy of benefiting the people in the Xihua community, a bus goes back and forth between the wharf, the Xihua community, and the Ciqikou three, and there is a bus in 30 minutes, which is convenient for people who come and go to the city.

The house in Xihua community is hard to find, outsiders are willing to rent a house in the community at a price three times higher, but no one is willing to move out, there are all kinds of convenience and safety and environment that can not be felt outside, most of the residents except for craftsmen are scholars, the atmosphere of the community is very good, and the surrounding people are envious.

Mr. Liang looked at his suitcases and six family members, and he was also distressed, wondering if he could find a place to live with the letter of introduction from Principal Zhang.

When Lu Xihua saw Mr. Liang, he was pleasantly surprised, and never expected that President Zhang of Jinwei would be able to invite this celebrity, who was the first authority in Chinese history to study and translate Shakespeare, who spent 40 years translating all of Shakespeare's works, leaving more than 20 million words of works, and is a figure that cannot be ignored in the history of Chinese literature. Although he had an arrogant personality and insisted on his own creative ideas, he led to the confrontation with the Left League, so that Kunlun rejected his application to visit the anti-Japanese holy land in northern Shaanxi during the Anti-Japanese War. However, in Lu Xihua's eyes, he and Zhou Hexuan are the same people, but he has no memory of future generations, and just relies on his talent to bloom a little white flower of color in this bloody era.

"Mr. Liang, welcome to you!" Lu Xihua welcomed the writer he loved at that time, and after hearing Mr. Liang express his worries about the place where he lived, and apologize for the inconvenience caused to Lu Xihua, Lu Xihua said that there was no problem at all.

Mr. Liang in this era is like the author who wrote about rural farming on the Internet in later generations, this is a clear stream in this era, a hundred flowers are blooming, why can't this kind of people who pursue the beauty of nature have a creative space. Since he wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city, he had come to the right place.

"Mr. Liang, please, I'll take you to where you live, if you don't like it, pick it up!" Lu Xihua waved his hand, and several security guards stepped forward to lift the Liang family's luggage. Lu Xihua also made a handful of roast lamb bracelets at a roadside kebab stall and handed them to Mr. Liang's children.

The three children ate while walking, their mouths full of oil, and his wife took out a handkerchief from time to time to wipe the corners of the children's mouths.