The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

After the dance was over, the guests left one after another by car.

Zhang Leyi was holding Zhang Henshui's novel in her hand, her eyes were looking straight ahead, without even looking at Zhou Hexuan.

Feng Yong said with a smile: "Miss Zhang lives in the Astor Hotel, He Xuan, please take her back."

"No need!" Zhang Leyi flatly refused. She was so ashamed tonight, if she was escorted by Zhou Hexuan again, wouldn't that be a confirmation of the relationship between the two?

"Then I'll go first, you guys talk slowly." Feng Yong winked at Zhou Hexuan, got into the car by himself, and told the driver to drive away.

Zhang Leyi was wearing a white dress with both arms exposed. The night wind was blowing, and she felt a little cold, so she couldn't help crossing her hands to protect her chest, rubbing her palms on her arms to keep warm.

Seeing this, Zhou Hexuan didn't speak, took off his suit and put it on for her silently.

"Thank you." Zhang Leyi didn't refuse, she smiled sweetly and tightened her clothes.

"Le Yi, are you free tomorrow? Let's go to the movies together." Zhou Hexuan sent out the invitation in a familiar way.

Zhang Leyi shook her head and said, "Tomorrow I will return to Nanjing by boat."

"That's a pity," Zhou Hexuan said with some disappointment, "I will write to you often."

"Who wants you to write a letter?" Zhang Leyi smiled and pouted, and suddenly waved and shouted, "Rickshaw!"

Zhou Hexuan told Sun Yonghao: "Yonghao, take Miss Zhang back to the hotel."

There was only one rickshaw, Zhang Leyi was sitting, and Sun Yonghao could only run behind. The car traveled more than ten meters away before Zhang Leyi turned around and said with a loud smile, "Goodbye, Mr. Zhou!"

"Goodbye!" Zhou Hexuan was actually thinking about how to trick Chu Yufeng when he waved his hand.

The coachman sprinted with his head buried, panting a long and rhythmic breath.

Feeling the warmth from the suit, Zhang Leyi couldn't help but lift up the collar and smell it, there was a faint smell of saponins. She opened "Chunming Waishi", read the love poems on the letter paper repeatedly by the dim roadside light, and a sweet smile appeared on her face unconsciously.

Back at the hotel, Zhang Leyi first went to inform her father that she was safe: "Dad, I'm back."

"Well, are you having fun?" Zhang Mouzhi nodded.

"I'm very happy, I met many new friends." Zhang Leyi said.

Zhang Mouzhi suddenly caught a glimpse of the suit on his daughter, and asked calmly, "Who brought you back?"

Zhang Leyi replied without changing her face: "A follower of a friend."

"Rest early, we have to take a boat tomorrow." Zhang Mouzhi didn't ask any further questions.

"Then I'm going back to my room." Zhang Leyi walked briskly while holding the novel, humming an unknown tune.

After his daughter left, Zhang Mouzhi's face became gloomy. Now that the situation is changing, no one knows how the future will develop. Zhang Mouzhi is in the south, and he is more inclined to the Nationalist Party. He believes that his daughter is both talented and beautiful, at least she must marry a high-ranking official of the National Party or a powerful son to be decent, but he does not approve of her daughter casually finding a man to fall in love with freely.

After Zhang Leyi returned to her room, she folded the suit carefully and put it away, and then hid the novel with the letterhead in the suitcase. She has the habit of keeping a diary, and she spreads out the notebook and writes:

"Sunday, September 12th, sunny.

Today I went to the ball with Mr. Feng Yong and met many new friends.

Mr. Zhou Hexuan is also there. He is different from what I imagined. He is tall and handsome and has a manly smile. He speaks humorously, often makes people laugh, and tells a love story about a man and a ghost...

This Mr. Zhou was so disgusting that he even wrote love poems to me in public. Although his poems are good, they are too abrupt, and should be passed on to me privately...

He is exactly the kind of mature and knowledgeable man I like, I am really troubled, should I accept his pursuit? You must not agree right away. He also said that he wanted to write to me as a test for him. If he can write 100 letters within a year, then I will promise him. If the number is not enough, hehe, Miss Ben just ignores it! "

The next morning.

Zhang Leyi followed her father to Pier No. 8 (the berth of Tianjin Port No. 3 Company). While waiting for the ship, she kept looking back, expecting to see a familiar face among the crowd.

"Is there a friend coming to see you off?" Zhang Mouzhi asked.

"No." Zhang Leyi smiled to cover up.

Zhang Mouzhi looked at his daughter's trying to cover up, and felt even more unhappy. He just wanted to go back to the south as soon as possible and arrange a marriage earlier.

"Dirty~~~"

The steamer's whistle sounded, and the passengers began to board.

Zhang Leyi stepped onto the gangway, turned around for the last time, and suddenly saw Zhou Hexuan waving and smiling at her at the front of the seeing-off crowd.

Zhang Leyi felt like eating honey, and ran into the cabin happily.

Zhang Mouzhi was curious to find out what happened, but unfortunately there were too many people below, and he couldn't figure out who was seeing his daughter off.

Before the ship set sail, Zhou Hexuan quietly left the port and took a car to Feng's mansion.

Feng Delin, a veteran warlord in Northeast China, was walking in the yard, wearing a silk shirt, playing with two walnuts in his hand. His physical condition didn't seem to be very good, and he had to use a cane to walk, and a servant was always by his side to prevent him from falling.

Zhou Hexuan stopped halfway, and greeted him, "Hello, Uncle!"

Feng Delin narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "Are you Xiao Wu's friend?"

Zhou Hexuan smiled and said, "Master, my name is Zhou Hexuan."

Feng Delin nodded, pointed his crutch inside and said, "Go in, Xiao Wu is on the second floor."

Zhou Hexuan bid farewell to the old man, and went to Feng Yong's study under the leadership of Feng's servants.

Feng Yong was reading the newspaper with his legs crossed, when he saw Zhou Hexuan, he immediately sent someone to send a message: "Call Hou Zhongguo here!"

Zhou Hexuan was also polite, sat down to eat the fruit on the plate, and asked, "Is Hou Zhongguo the sharpshooter?"

Feng Yong nodded and said: "He used to be called Hou Qi, and the bandit's name was 'San Shan Hao'. He was a bandit in the green forest in the northeast, and his marksmanship was very accurate. When the bandits were suppressed back then, the six sons suffered a lot. One shot at a time in the forest , so that a platoon of new troops dare not show their faces."

"Amazing!" Zhou Hexuan praised from the bottom of his heart.

Zhou Hexuan soon saw the bearded man from the northeast, which surprised him very much. This bearded man didn't have a beard on his face, and his handsome appearance looked like a scholar. Those who didn't know it would never guess that he was a horse bandit.

"Commander Feng." Hou Zhongguo raised his hand in salute, his movements were very casual, and he did not look like a soldier at all.

Feng Yong nodded and said, "Sit down, I have an errand for you."

...

Du Fu.

Du Xiaoshan frowns, he has never killed anyone, but he has never killed a celebrity.

Once a well-known university scholar like Zhou Hexuan was assassinated, it would be like stabbing a hornet's nest. If the pressure of public opinion is too great, the Beiyang government will even organize a special investigation team to come to Tianjin to handle the case.

If something happened in the concession, foreigners would have to intervene, which would be even more troublesome.

However, Zhou Hexuan is still Zhang Xueliang's person, and now the owner of the government is Zhang Zuolin, so the investigation of the case will definitely not be perfunctory.

At that time, Chu Yufeng will definitely stay out of the matter, and Du Xiaoshan will probably be blamed. But Chu Yufeng's order could not be disobeyed, otherwise Du Xiaoshan would not be able to hang out in Tianjin City, which really put him in a dilemma.

"Master, someone has brought it." The confidant reported.

Du Xiaoshan nodded and said, "Let him in."

A young man in a jacket kowtowed when he entered the room: "Little man Ma Liu pays homage to Master Du!"

"Get up," Du Xiaoshan said as he opened the wooden box in his hand, "Take it."

Ma Liu took a look at the wooden box with both hands, and saw that the inside was full of white flowers, and there was a pistol in the pile of silver. He put the gun on his waist and asked, "Master Du, who do you want to kill?"

Du Xiaoshan said: "There is 1,000 oceans inside, I will help you buy a boat ticket, and leave Tianjin immediately after you shoot. Also, try not to kill people, you can't hit the place above the chest."

"Ah?" Ma Liu didn't understand.