The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

At Xu Zhimo's house, there is another poetry meeting today.

Lu Xiaoman closely followed the trend and had already cut her long hair into short hair, which was three points less graceful and seven points more beautiful.

In the living room, apart from Hu Shi who just returned to China, there are also Rao Mengkan who moved to Shanghai not long ago, Shao Xunmei who is about to go to Nanjing to take up politics, sociologist, psychologist and anthropologist Pan Guangdan, famous translator Liu Yingshi Education that), and Xu Zhimo's students who love to write poetry.

"When it comes to writing new poems, I admire Yiduo, Zhimo and Mingcheng," Hu Shi said with a smile, crossing Erlang's legs.

Liu Yingshi said: "I like Yiduo's "Dead Water" the most, and Mingcheng's "Answer". They are powerful and thought-provoking."

Lu Xiaoman joked: "Mingcheng no longer writes poetry, he is now a tycoon of underwear."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Zhou Hexuan smiled wryly: "I am a tycoon who has been scolded. This time I was attacked by the conservative faction, thanks to Brother Shi's support."

"I don't support Mingcheng, but I support your grandma doctrine. Many bad customs in China have not been broken, and more people need to stand up and wave the flag." Hu Shi waved his hands.

"Then I also want to thank you a lot," Zhou Hexuan turned his head and asked, "Zhimo, do you have a guitar at home?"

Xu Zhimo said: "There is no guitar, only the piano."

"Borrow the piano and use it." Zhou Hexuan said.

"In the piano room, I'll take you there," Lu Xiaoman asked very positively, "What piece is Mingcheng going to play?"

"I will know when the time comes." Zhou Hexuan smiled mysteriously.

Everyone went to the piano room, Zhou Hexuan sat down and tried a few notes, found a little touch, and said: "This song is for Brother Shi."

"Haha, I'm not very masculine." Hu Shi laughed.

Zhou Hexuan's piano skills are very amateur, and he was forced by his parents to practice for a few years when he was a child, so he could only fool the layman. He played the piano and sang: "I came from the mountains with orchids. I planted them in a small garden, hoping that the flowers will bloom early. I look at them three times a day, and the flowers are out of date. But the orchids are still there, and there is not a single bud. Seeing that autumn is here, Yilan is like a warm house. I cherish it every day, and I can't forget it every night..."

This song was sung by Liu Wenzheng, a later Taiwanese singer. It is a popular campus folk song, and friends born in the 70s and 80s in mainland China should be very familiar with it.

But the author of its lyrics is Hu Shi.

"Crack clack clack clack!"

After a song was sung, everyone applauded enthusiastically.

Lu Xiaoman's eyes lit up, he looked at Zhou Hexuan with a smile and said, "Mingcheng's song is so nice, fresh and interesting, it's different from the popular songs nowadays."

Nonsense, the folk movement will take another 50 years to rise, and this style of music is already half a century ahead.

Xu Zhimo said suspiciously: "This song seems to be an adaptation of Brother Shizhi's "Hope", but the lyrics are a little different."

Hu Shi was very happy at the moment, took Zhou Hexuan's hand and said, "It sounds good, it sounds good! It's even better than my original poem."

"Brother Shi is humble, this song of mine is just a small sentiment, and your original poem has a more lofty intention." Zhou Hexuan hurriedly said modestly.

What Zhou Hexuan said was true. Hu Shi's original poem was written six years ago, when the New Culture Movement was in full swing. The "orchid grass" in the poem is a metaphor for new ideas, hoping that flowers will bloom, but actually refers to the hope that new culture and new ideas can blossom and bear fruit in China.

As for the song version of "Orchid Grass", although the rhetoric has been changed to be more beautiful and more in line with the rhythm, the style is inferior.

That being the case, it was enough to make Hu Shi happy. His new poem was adapted into a song, which is a good talk for literati, and Zhou Hexuan was instantly introduced as a confidant.

Lu Xiaoman couldn't wait to say: "Mingcheng, quickly write down the score of this song, I want to learn to sing."

When Zhou Hexuan was writing the score, Zhang Jiazhu in the living room yelled: "Where are people? Where have all the people gone!"

The piano room was soundproofed, Zhang Jiazhu shouted for a long time but no one answered, and finally the servants of the Xu family brought him here.

Zhang Jiazhu pushed the door open and yelled ecstatically, "Haha, you're crazy, it's sold like crazy!"

"What's selling like crazy?" Xu Zhimo asked.

"A new type of underwear," Zhang Jiazhu clapped his hands. "The two specialty stores are booming. Women still have to queue up to measure their breasts. I plan to open another store in Shanghai."

Zhou Hexuan asked in surprise, "Why are so many people buying underwear all of a sudden?"

Zhang Jiazhu explained: "I have inquired about it, and it seems that the newly established Shanghai Women's Association called on every member to wear new underwear. Even Mrs. Sun went to the store to buy underwear to wear. With their help to promote the appeal, many people now Women in Shanghai are proud to wear new-style underwear."

The "Mrs. Sun" that Zhang Jiazhu spoke of was, of course, Mr. Zhongshan's widow, the famous Second Miss of the Song family. With her as an example, it's no wonder that underwear doesn't sell like crazy.

Let's turn our perspective to the underwear store.

The store was crowded with people, and the shoppers looked excited, queuing up and staring at the underwear on the shelves, wishing they could go home and put on clothes right away.

The female clerk was dizzy and sweating profusely, and had to maintain order at the top of her lungs: "Everyone, don't squeeze, and don't rush, we have enough new-style underwear, and a batch will be dispatched from the factory soon. If you want to buy underwear, please line up to measure the size first, if you buy the wrong size, it will not fit you!"

"That lace one, take it off and show me."

"I want full cups, cotton."

"How do you wear these things?"

"..."

Suddenly, another group of women rushed in, leading the way and shouting: "This is the place, they sell genuine Mr. Zhou underwear!"

"The red one, give me the red one!"

"Purple is the most coquettish, customers will definitely like it."

"I want the one with the least amount of fabric and the most revealing."

Well, the ones who just arrived are all prostitutes in Shanghai. Their needs are even more urgent. Since "Pictorial" published underwear photos, many pleasure-seekers have made requests, saying that they want to see women wearing new-style underwear.

The clerk has completely collapsed, and the entire underwear store is overcrowded. From time to time, people forget to collect money or give wrong goods.

The famous scholar Li Jichen later described in "Women's Chest Boobs": "Since the rise of the revolutionary army, the only thing that has risen up is women's haircut and boobs. It comes like a tide, and there is no way to stop it. At the beginning of the fashion at sea, this wind was very popular... Another scholar, Zhou Hexuan, advocated grandma doctrine and invented and improved a new type of underwear, which was called "Mr. underwear" or "Zhou's underwear". In just a few months, the female students The number of those who let their breasts out is as high as seven or eight out of ten. The number of female teachers who wear underwear without breasts is almost equal to zero. Even if they are not in the academic circle, it is about four to five out of ten. In the future, if it is afraid that it will damage the beauty, it is necessary to order the maidservants to experiment. Therefore, the maidservants are especially popular...the popularity is widespread, which can be seen."

The sales of new underwear that no one bought a few days ago soared to the point where the supply was insufficient. Female teachers, female students, foreign women, officials' wives, boudoir girls, maidservants, prostitutes...all frantically rushed to the underwear store, and the situation was like a big sale in the shopping malls of later generations.

When "Shenzhen" reported the matter, it also gave Zhou Hexuan a nickname: Mr. Underwear.

However, the old-fashioned conservatives ridiculed him as a "belly pocket scholar" and slandered Zhou Hexuan for his licentiousness, who only knew to study women all day long.

Zhou Hexuan didn't bother to pay attention to those boring people, he only knew that he was making a lot of money. Seeing that the underwear business is booming, some businessmen don't care about being immoral. Some take the initiative to cooperate with them as foreign distributors, and some simply build their own factories to produce counterfeit products.

The business is on the right track, and Zhou Hexuan is planning to return to Tianjin. As a result, Lu Guchun, the school director of Zhongxi Girls' School, personally visited and invited Zhou Hexuan to give lectures at the school. He had no choice but to go because Lu Guchun wrote an article to support him a while ago.