The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Wang Mintong, whose real name is Wanyan Litongji, is known as "the most beautiful princess of the Qing Dynasty" on the Internet of later generations.

Zhou Hexuan only knows two things about her:

First, after the establishment of the Puppet Manchukuo, because the "Emperor" Pu Yi was unable to have children, the Japanese wanted Pu Yi's brother Pu Jie to marry a Japanese wife so that they could give birth to a "Prince" with Japanese blood, so that the Kwantung Army could attack the Puppet Manchukuo. control. Puyi hurriedly recruited cronies to discuss the countermeasures, and decided to find a Manchu wife for Pu Jie first, and the final candidate was determined to be Wang Mintong.

Second, the marriage contract between Wang Mintong and Pu Jie was broken by the Japanese, and they lived alone in New China. At this time, Wang Mintong was almost 50 years old, and suddenly chased after Puyi crazily. After Puyi repeatedly refused, Wang Mintong actually went to the hospital to issue a "virgin certificate" for her.

"Sister Xiaodong, who is this gentleman?" Wang Mintong looked at Zhou Hexuan curiously.

Meng Xiaodong introduced: "This is my husband Zhou Hexuan."

Wang Mintong's complexion changed slightly, and he frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with Zhou Hexuan.

In the other two rickshaws were her mother Aixinjueluo Henghui and her younger sister Wang Han (Wanyan Bilin).

"Shameless. Bah!" Aixinjueluo Henghui made no secret of his dislike for Zhou Hexuan, spitting at his feet.

Wang Mintong seemed to feel that his mother was too rude, so he quietly pulled Henghui's sleeve and said, "Emiang, don't do this."

"There's nothing to talk to this kind of person, let's go!" Heng Hui took her daughter and walked towards the door of her house. After unlocking it, she turned back and said to Zhou Hexuan, "Abduct the queen and provoke the princess to divorce. You traitor should kill the nine clans. Never be reborn!"

A family of three mother and daughter quickly disappeared in the alley, leaving Zhou Hexuan dumbfounded. In the eyes of the old and the young, he probably has become a representative of rebellious officials and thieves, and the Aixinjueluo family can't wait to peel him and eat him.

"Brother Xuan..." Meng Xiaodong looked very embarrassed, and explained, "Their family treats people and things well, but their thinking is relatively old."

"It's okay." Zhou Hexuan smiled.

After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, a large number of Manchus at the bottom changed quickly and happily became citizens of the Republic of China. But the upper-middle-class Manchus, especially the Manchu nobles, have always had an inexplicable sense of superiority, and they still regard themselves as nobles everywhere.

Take Wang Mintong as an example, people look down on Han people at all, and even look down on ordinary Manchu nobles. She had two engagements in her life, both of whom were surnamed Aixinjueluo, and she chased after Puyi crazily in her later years because Puyi had an "emperor" halo on her head.

Zhou Hexuan took Meng Xiaodong's hand and was about to enter the courtyard, when Wang Mintong sneaked out again suddenly, and said in a low voice, "Sister Xiaodong, my mother didn't speak well just now, don't mind."

"It's nothing." Meng Xiaodong smiled helplessly.

Wang Mintong looked at Zhou Hexuan strangely again: "Cousin Wanrong was really abducted by you?"

Zhou Hexuan said: "I did not abduct her, she left Puyi voluntarily."

Wang Mintong stared at Zhou Hexuan for a while, and commented: "But she is also a bit extraordinary, no wonder Cousin Wanrong will go with you."

As soon as she finished speaking, Heng Hui's voice suddenly came from the yard: "Big girl, come back quickly!"

"Come on, come on," Wang Mintong hurried back, and shouted softly when closing the door, "Sister Xiaodong, I'll come to you to sing an opera some other day, don't let my mother know."

Meng Xiaodong smiled and said, "I'm in Peiping on Saturdays and weekends."

"That's settled." Wang Mintong quickly closed the door, and Heng Hui's reprimands came from the yard.

She is a very interesting girl, except that she looks down on non-royal men when choosing a mate, she usually behaves quite normally.

Zhou Hexuan and Meng Xiaodong walked into the No. 25 courtyard. As soon as they entered the door, they heard their mother-in-law Zhang Yunhe say: "My uncle is back, dinner is not ready yet, please wait for a while."

"No hurry, take your time." Zhou Hexuan replied.

My brother-in-law, Meng Kexue, was practicing flower guns in the yard, and he danced a flower gun like a tiger, and rushed towards Zhou Hexuan quickly: "Brother-in-law, look at the trick!"

Zhou Hexuan quickly dodged, and Meng Keke raised his gun and stabbed Sun Yongzhen. This was his real goal.

Sun Yongzhen slid forward sideways, waited for Meng Xueke to use his moves, took advantage of the opportunity to clamp the flower gun with his arm, and easily snatched the gun away.

"It's boring, don't play anymore!" Meng Keke said in frustration.

Sun Yongzhen waved his hand and said, "Master Discipline, let me accompany you through a few tricks."

"Look at my Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, drink!" Meng Keke raised his palm on the spot and slapped the air wildly. This kid has gone crazy reading martial arts novels.

Zhou Hexuan ignored his brother-in-law and went into the main room to play chess with his father-in-law, leisurely waiting for dinner.

Nine p.m.

Zhou Hexuan was sitting in the yard looking at the moon boredly, when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

My sister-in-law Meng Youdong hurried to open the door, asked a few words and shouted: "Brother-in-law, Mr. Pan is looking for you!"

"Please come in." Zhou Hexuan responded.

Not long after, Meng Youdong brought a young man to the courtyard. This person had a cropped cut and was wearing a Chinese tunic suit. He had a vigorous and heroic aura all over his body. He clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Zhou, my name is Pan Mohua. Please forgive me for calling here so late."

"Mr. Pan, please sit down," Zhou Hexuan smiled and nodded at him, then said to his sister-in-law, "Youdong, go and make a cup of tea for Mr. Pan."

Anyone who has studied the history of modern Chinese literature should know Pan Mohua. He is a poet, a representative of the Lakeside Poetry Club, and his works are highly praised by Zhu Ziqing. As for Pan Mohua's hidden identity, he was a member of the Red Party. He was arrested five times in his life, and was finally scalded to death by Kuomintang agents with boiling water. He was only 32 years old.

Of course Zhou Hexuan knew the details of Pan Mohua, he said to Meng Xiaodong: "Xiaodong, I want to have a private chat with Mr. Pan."

"I'm going to help Dad prepare the costumes for tomorrow's performance." Meng Xiaodong left knowingly.

The sister-in-law brought the tea, and Zhou Hexuan smiled and said, "Mr. Pan, please have some tea."

"Thank you." Pan Mohua nodded and smiled.

When there were only the two of them left in the yard, Zhou Hexuan asked, "What's the matter, Mr. Pan?"

Pan Mohua said: "I am also a graduate of Peking University, and I have always admired Mr. Zhou's contribution to Peking University. I have read all of Mr. Zhou's works, and I admire them very much. I have a few questions I want to ask when I come here this time."

"Please tell me." Zhou Hexuan said.

Pan Mohua asked: "In Mr. Zhou's opinion, what is the greatest value of literary works?"

"Literary works are nothing more than artistic value and social value." Zhou Hexuan said.

"Mr. Zhou's great opinion," Pan Mohua said flatteringly, ""The Goddess" has both artistic value and social value, and it is worthy of being a great work that won the Goncourt Prize for Literature. When I first read "The Goddess", I was fascinated by this novel It is a ruthless exposure of decadent ideas and feudal society, and it can awaken countless sleeping citizens."

Zhou Hexuan smiled and said, "I'm overwhelmed."

Pan Mohua also said: "The New Culture Movement has ended with the Northern Expedition, and the current Chinese literary world is chaotic and lifeless. I think a new literary movement should be launched to correct and lead the creation of writers, so that literature can benefit the country. , beneficial to the nation.”

Here we come, here we come... Zhou Hexuan thought with a headache, he had already guessed the reason for Pan Mohua's visit.

Sure enough, Pan Mohua continued: "More than two months ago, a large group of progressives established the Left-Wing Writers Alliance in Shanghai, and scholars such as Lu Xun, Mao Dun, Guo Moruo, Tian Han and others have joined. Mr. Zhou is a leader in the Chinese literary world, why not join us? Xiang Sheng Ju?"

"Sorry, I'm not interested in this organization." Zhou Hexuan directly refused.

Left League, it's too dangerous!

The Left Wing Writers Union is a leading group directly under the Central Propaganda Department of the Red Party. It ran through the Chinese literary world in the 1930s, and was brutally suppressed by the Nationalist Party. Writers such as Rou Shi and Hu Yepin will be secretly arrested and killed by the Kuomintang next year, and they will be called the "Five Martyrs of the Left League".

At first, the Left Federation was going to invite Lu Xun to be the chairman, but Lu Xun felt it was too dangerous and refused. But after thinking about it repeatedly, Lu Xun still ignored his personal safety and agreed to attend the founding meeting of the Left Federation and deliver a speech, and also served as a member of the Executive Committee of the Left Federation.

As for Pan Mohua, he was one of the main organizers of the Northern Left Federation, and he was actively working on establishing the Beiping branch of the Left Federation at this time.

Hearing Zhou Hexuan's refusal to join, Pan Mohua looked very indignant. He said: "Mr. Zhou, now that the Kuomintang is restricting ideology and speech, it is difficult to publish literary works that are truly beneficial to the nation. Are you just turning a blind eye to this? The responsibility of our Left League is to Oppose ideological oppression, lead the creation of progressive literature, awaken the people with positive literary and artistic works, and spread progressive ideas. This is a struggle and a revolution!"

Zhou Hexuan smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will report to the KMT?"

"I believe that the author who can write "Goddess" and "Dog Officer" will not do such a thing!" Pan Mohua stared at Zhou Hexuan, "If Mr. Zhou really acts against the law, then go ahead and report it. My The head is here, you can take it at any time, my blood will dry up, and the ground under my feet will eventually be stained red!"

Zhou Hexuan sighed helplessly, facing the impassioned Pan Mohua, he was even a little ashamed.

The passionate and patriotic young man in front of him will die in a few years, and he will be tortured and tortured to death.

Zhou Hexuan felt his heart throbbing. After thinking about it, he decided to follow the example of Zhu Ziqing and others, and said: "I will not formally join the Left Federation, but I promise to participate in some of your activities and publish some works anonymously in progressive journals. .”

"That's also possible," Pan Mohua was overjoyed, and excitedly shook Zhou Hexuan's hand and said, "Mr. Zhou, I knew you had a patriotic heart."

Zhou Hexuan went back to his room and took out a pen and paper, wrote a poem and handed it to Pan Mohua: "You can take this poem, it's my first answer sheet to the Zuolian."

Pan Mohua lowered his head to read, only to see that the title of this poem is - "I Love This Land".

Why do I often have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land deeply...