The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Zhou Hexuan told the truth and said with a smile: "My handwriting is very poor, does Boss Meng really want it?"

Meng Hongrong thought he was joking, and said happily, "Thank you, Principal Zhou, for your words!"

Zhu Xiang had seen Zhou Hexuan's calligraphy with earthworms crawling around. This guy was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, so he got up and shouted: "Shopkeeper, bring the pen and ink!"

This is a Chinese-style restaurant, and the accountants use brushes to keep accounts. They quickly brought brushes, inkstones and inkstones, but it took a lot of work to find rice paper.

Hearing the commotion, the shopkeeper and the guests all came over to join in the fun, asking what Zhou Hexuan was from.

Everyone put away the dishes, and ordered the waiter to clean the table, and gave Zhou Hexuan the seat.

"Principal Zhou please!" Meng Hongrong said respectfully.

"Chunhe class, right?" Zhou Hexuan asked while holding a brush.

"Yes." Meng Hongrong vaguely felt that something was wrong, because Zhou Hexuan's movement of holding the brush was quite unfamiliar.

Zhou Hexuan concentrated on his pen and stood firmly in front of the table, looking like a great calligrapher.

A diner quietly asked: "Who is this gentleman?"

The people in the Chunhe class replied: "This is Mr. Zhou Hexuan, the principal of Peking University!"

"It turned out to be the principal of Peking University, no wonder he is full of style."

"I know Zhou Hexuan, he is a great scholar who wrote "The Rise of Great Powers"."

"Mr. Zhou's calligraphy must be exquisite, and I will ask for a copy later."

"Just you? Forget it, Mr. Zhou's calligraphy is rare."

"..."

In the midst of everyone's discussion, Zhou Hexuan wrote like a god, and wrote "Chunhe Ban" on the rice paper in one go.

"hiss!"

Everyone gasped.

The scene was deathly silent, and everyone was stunned by his calligraphy that shook the world and wept ghosts and gods.

"Eclectic, what a good word!" Only Zhu Xiang laughed and cheered.

Zhou Hexuan said modestly: "Boss Meng, please forgive me for my poor writing."

After hearing his words, there was only one thought in everyone's mind: Honest people! If you say that the writing is not good, you will not write well, and you will never break your promise.

Meng Hongrong just wanted to cry, but he still had to laugh, laughing like a dead mother. He picked up the ink-stained rice paper and said, "Okay...uh, good writing, good writing, ha ha."

Zhou Hexuan was used to using computers before crossing, not to mention brushes, even writing with hard pens is like a dog crawling.

How should I put these three words in front of me? They are all crooked and twisted. They are probably better than the Mongolian children in the old society. If it was used to engrave a plaque, it would really be a shame.

Meng Xiaodong couldn't help laughing, and helped explain with a smile: "Sanbo, brother Zhou lived in Nanyang and the West since he was a child, and is used to writing foreign languages. It is really difficult for you to ask him to write calligraphy."

"So that's the case, I took the liberty." Meng Hongrong apologized with a smile.

When everyone heard it, they were immediately relieved.

It turned out to be a fake foreign devil!

Zhou Hexuan didn't feel ashamed, so he asked the shop assistant to arrange the food and drinks again, and shouted: "Don't just stand still, keep drinking!"

"Yes, drink," Li Shoumin clapped his hands and laughed, "Hexuan really has the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and he doesn't stick to his body."

Zhou Hexuan laughed loudly: "You want to say that I don't feel ashamed?"

"Haha, that's exactly what I mean." Li Shoumin said happily.

Zhou Hexuan said seriously to Meng Hongrong: "Boss Meng, among us, brother Shou Min is the one who writes the best calligraphy, followed by brother Ziyuan. The words I just wrote were purely showing shame, so don't take it seriously. If you want to ask for words, ask the two of them to write, and make sure it is correct."

The originally awkward atmosphere, because Zhou Hexuan didn't care about it, the others didn't think about it anymore. On the contrary, everyone found it very interesting, especially those onlookers who took what happened just now as an anecdote. When chatting with people in the future, they will probably say: Don't look at the president of Peking University who is very knowledgeable, that brush calligraphy is not as good as mine.

This incident has been widely spread, even Zhang Taiyan in the south has heard of it. Next year, when Zhou Hexuan had the cheek to ask Zhang Taiyan for calligraphy, Mr. Zhang, who was always stingy with calligraphy, laughed and wrote him a long essay of nearly a hundred words.

After drinking and eating, Zhou Hexuan hooked up with Li Shoumin and Zhu Xiang and went downstairs drunk. Only Shen Congwen had good self-control, and he stopped when he was slightly drunk. Before leaving, he supported Zheng Zhengyin who had already drunk himself.

Meng Xiaodong sent them downstairs and said with a smile, "Thank you Brother Zhou."

"Thank you, we are all friends." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.

Zhang Xueliang, Yu Fengzhi and his wife, as well as Feng Yong who was not here today, were all invited by Zhou Hexuan to help Meng Xiaodong. In addition, inviting the owner of the Xinming Theater to dinner, the effect should be very good. It is estimated that there will be rumors tomorrow that Meng Xiaodong is under the cover of the young commander.

Meng Xiaodong knew it in her heart, so she became more and more grateful to Zhou Hexuan. This man was always helping her.

"rickshaw!"

The voices of the Sun brothers broke the atmosphere.

Meng Xiaodong stroked his hair on his forehead, helped them get into the car and sat down, waved his hands and said: "Brothers, go slowly!"

"Go back!" Zhou Hexuan turned his head and said with a smile.

The rickshaw drove farther and farther, and Zhang Yunhe stood behind his daughter at some point, and said with satisfaction: "This Mr. Zhou is a good character."

"Of course I know." Meng Xiaodong pursed his lips.

...

the next day.

Zhou Hexuan didn't go to work at the newspaper office, but went directly to Feng's mansion to visit Mr. Feng who was seriously ill.

Feng Yong's whole person seemed to be depressed. Although he was a rascal who liked to play pranks, he valued affection and righteousness. He was very kind to his friends and even more filial to his parents.

"How is the old man's condition?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

Feng Yong shook his head and said, "I've been in a coma for two days, and the doctor said that I'm dying. Let me prepare for my funeral."

Zhou Hexuan comforted: "Maybe a miracle will happen."

"I hope so." Feng Yong sighed.

At this moment, the maid suddenly rushed over: "Master, Master is awake!"

"Really?" Feng Yong didn't care about Zhou Hexuan, and ran into Feng Delin's bedroom in a panic.

Zhou Hexuan followed quickly, only to see Feng Delin lying on the bed with his eyes open, he wanted to speak, but he was out of breath, and faintly uttered two words: "Go back... home."

"Back to the northeast?" Feng Yong asked.

"Resign and go home." Feng Delin blinked.

"Dad, I'll listen to you. I won't be an official anymore." Feng Yong wiped away his tears.

Feng Delin smiled gratifiedly, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Feng Yong shouted: "Come here, prepare the car, and go back to Beizhen!"

Zhou Hexuan reminded: "The old man may not be able to withstand the journey."

"It doesn't matter, this is his last wish," Feng Yong turned to Zhou Hexuan and said, "I will write a letter later, resigning as the commander of the Northeast Air Force, and you can pass it on to the sixth son for me."

"Okay." Zhou Hexuan agreed.

Feng Yong, the commander of the air force, was recommended by Zhang Xueliang for promotion, and the affairs of the air force are basically handled by the young marshal, so he is now going to resign to Zhang Xueliang.

That afternoon, Feng Yong took his father back to the old house in Beizhen. Only two days later came the news that Feng Delin had passed away.

Zhang Zuolin, Zhang Xueliang and his son rushed to Fengtian immediately, and Zhou Hexuan, as a friend, couldn't turn a blind eye. He entrusted the work of the newspaper to Li Shoumin, and took the Sun brothers along the Beijing-Feng line to the northeast by train.