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Early in the morning, Shen Congwen finished washing up and shouted next door: "Chongxuan, Jiang Wei, are you going to Peking University today?" ”

"What are you going to do at Peking University?" Ding Ling opened the door and asked.

Shen Congwen said: "Peking University resumes classes today, and the new president is Mr. Zhou Hexuan. ”

"Is it really Mr. Zhou?" Hu also ran out excitedly.

Shen Congwen asked rhetorically: "You don't know?" ”

Hu Yepin and Ding Ling originally lived in Xishan, but after Zhang Zuolin took control of Beiping, they lived in seclusion, and even decided to flee to the south. Later, I found out that I belonged to a little minion, and I didn't enter Zhang Zuolin's eyes at all, so I was relieved.

Shen Congwen and they are friends and neighbors, and not long ago, the three of them moved to the vicinity of Peking University together and actively engaged in literary creation. Shen Congwen's "Fireside" was even selected and published by "Novel Monthly", and its fame is growing day by day.

They all read the latest issue of "Novel Monthly" and were amazed by Zhou Hexuan's "The Goddess". Shen Congwen also wrote a letter to Zhou Hexuan, asking for advice on literary creation, he often did this kind of thing, and wrote to Lu Xun, Yu Dafu and others.

After breakfast, the three of them went to Peking University together. Although they are not students of Peking University, they have all published their works through the Peking University Xinchao Society, and they often come to the school to participate in activities.

When we got to the big playground, there were more and more people.

Shen Congwen blended into the pile of students, just waiting for Zhou Hexuan to come to the stage to speak, and his ears were full of whispers from the students.

"How did Zhou Hexuan come to be our new principal? It's weird. ”

"Alas, it would be nice if Principal Cai could come back."

"Hehe, Cai Yuanpei, he has long forgotten about Peking University."

"Don't talk nonsense! Principal Cai was afraid of being wanted by the warlords, so he stayed in Shanghai. ”

"You're talking nonsense. Ren Kecheng, the chief minister of the Ministry of Education, personally sent a telegram to invite Cai Yuanpei to return to school, but he himself refused to come back! ”

"Anyway, don't say bad things about Principal Cai!"

"He Cai Yuanpei did it, why can't I scold? The teachers and students of the school have been looking forward to him for half a year, where was he in the most difficult time of Peking University? He's happy in the South! ”

“……”

That's a big grievance, like a girl who was abandoned by a negative heart.

Around 8 a.m., the school's teachers also came to the playground and urged the students to line up.

Zhong Guanguan took the lead on the stage and said: "Teachers, students, today is a happy day for the resumption of classes at Peking University. This semester, we have spent two months in vain, and I hope that you can be diligent and motivated in the rest of the time, and make up for the missed homework...... Next, I would like to invite Mr. Zhou Hexuan, the principal, to deliver a speech! ”

"Bang bang bang!"

The applause is not loud, and Zhou Hexuan, the principal, has not yet been recognized by the students. It's one thing to be a scholar, it's another thing to be a principal, and his prestige is not enough to convince the public.

Zhou Hexuan walked to the microphone, this thing is quite big, it looks a bit like a car steering wheel. Seeing that the audience was noisy, he didn't speak immediately, just stood there and waited without saying a word.

Shen Congwen was surprised: "Mr. Zhou is so young! ”

"Don't be silent, disrespectful to people." Ding Ling reminded.

The other students also seemed to realize this, and gradually the noise became quieter, and they all looked up at Zhou Hexuan and waited for him to speak.

"I know you're not convinced," Zhou Hexuan's first sentence broke the students' minds, "I am 28 years old this year, I have not graduated from a prestigious school, nor have I been a senior official of the Ministry of Education, so I am not qualified to be the president of Peking University." What is Peking University? China's first national university, the orthodoxy of Taixue, the ancestral court of the university, everyone present is the pride of the sky! And I, just a reckless person wandering the rivers and lakes, without merit, no name, no talent and no virtue, I am really not worthy of being your principal! ”

At this point, the audience fell completely silent.

Zhou Hexuan continued: "To tell you the truth, I, the principal, was personally appointed by Zhang Zuolin. is the Zhang Zuolin who sent troops to surround Peking University and put Peking University in a desperate situation. He is a reactionary warlord, and I am a lackey of a reactionary warlord! ”

"Boom!"

The scene was in an uproar, and the students turned their heads again and looked at Zhou Hexuan in disbelief.

Ma Yuzao exclaimed: "What does he want to do?" ”

"Keep listening." Zhong Guanguan said with a smile.

Ma Jue took his sister Ma Yan's hand and looked at the guy on the stage curiously. They are still in middle school and elementary school, but they usually live in Peking University, and today they are here to see the excitement. Ma Jue smiled and said, "Daddy, this principal really dares to speak, isn't he afraid of offending people?" ”

Ma Yuzao said thoughtfully: "Sometimes it's not a good thing to talk in person. ”

"I think he is a bit like Mr. Lu Xun when he talks like this." Ma Jue muttered.

Zhou Hexuan no matter how surprised everyone was, then continued: "When men and women go on a date for the first time, they should introduce each other, so that everyone knows the bottom line." Let me first talk about myself, my ancestral home is Zhili. If I do something bastard in the future, if you want to dig my ancestral grave, you can look for a tombstone in Zhili, and if you meet the family surnamed Zhou, maybe it will be my ancestor. ”

The teachers and students were already dumbfounded, this Nima even came out to dig the ancestral grave, and the more he talked about it, the more outrageous it became.

"During the Gengzi period, my ancestors died in the war, and my father fled with my mother and me to Nanyang to join relatives, when I was only two years old," Zhou Hexuan began to recount his fabricated life story, "The Chinese are industrious and simple, and the natives are lazy and stupid, so the economy of Nanyang is in the hands of the Chinese." My distant uncle was a wealthy merchant in Nanyang, who not only owned hundreds of acres of fertile land, but also opened mines and did business. So I was blessed in my childhood until I was eight years old! My uncle's mine was occupied by foreigners, and the manor was burned down by the rebellious natives, and I escaped by hiding in the cellar. I know that this is a collusion between foreigners and natives to kill my uncle's whole family, and even my parents died here! But this kind of thing is too normal in Nanyang, where the Chinese are wealthy, but they are regarded as fat pigs to be slaughtered. Why? Because China is too weak to support her people! ”

Zhou Hexuan's acting skills are very clever, and when he talks about the back, he is all shouted out, and his face is full of sadness.

The teachers and students present were gradually attracted by his "life experience", and abandoned distracting thoughts to stop and listen.

Zhou Hexuan said: "I worked as a beggar and a newsboy in Nanyang, and I was so hungry that I couldn't help but become a thief. At that time, my biggest dream was to have enough to eat every day and have a house sheltered from the wind and rain. What is China? I don't know, it has nothing to do with me. ”

Shen Congwen thought to himself: It turns out that the creation of "The Goddess" comes from Mr. Zhou's own experience.

"When I was ten years old, I stole a missionary's bread and was caught red-handed," Zhou Hexuan sneered, "and he didn't hand me over to the police, but took me as a small attendant." But he was not a good man, and not only did I have to work, but I was often beaten and scolded by him, and he called me a piglet. But I want to thank him for teaching me to read and write English. Then I went with the missionaries to the United States, which was a terrible country. You have not stayed in the ocean, but do not regard the great powers as a paradise. The poor there are not necessarily better off than the Chinese people. Many children die or become disabled in factories in the UK every year. In the United States, which advertises democracy, the first class is white, the second class is Latinos, the third class is blacks and indigenous Indians, and as for the Chinese, the status may be better than that of animals. I've seen Chinese people beaten to death, and American police are watching the excitement from the sidelines. That's when I started to think, what exactly is China? Why am I Chinese? What's wrong with China? ”

yes, what's wrong with China?

The students were either sad and angry, or silent, all immersed in Zhou Hexuan's story, but forgot his identity as the principal.

Zhou Hexuan was changing the topic step by step, and he did it.

Well, and then flickering.