Tsinghua Park, I-Chamber, West Room.

Under the bright lights, the four people were still staying up late to fight hard, and the house was filled with smoke, just like the Penglai fairyland.

It's just a little choking.

"Hi, it's Sancai again." Wu Mi shot a card depressedly.

Zhao Yuanren said happily: "Haha, Jue Zhang has something to eat. I have already drawn, please be careful with Mr. Ren!"

Liang Qichao took a heavy breath of cigarettes, threw away the cigarette butt before touching the card, and then hesitated. What he touched was a "Northern Wind", the big life chapter, the pile of cards was almost over, and no one had ever been released.

Seeing that he had been thinking for a long time, Wu Mi couldn't help but smile and said, "Mr. Ren, have you got the cannon card again?"

"What card? Don't be the crow's mouth!" Liang Qichao's right was already a draw. He really couldn't bear to let it go, so he gritted his teeth and played Beifeng out.

Zhou Hexuan, Zhao Yuanren and Wu Mi looked at each other, and then knocked down their cards at the same time.

One shot three times!

Zhao Yuanren was speechless: "Mr. Ren, you still dare to fight Beifeng at this time? I didn't dare to use it even after I pinched my four hands."

Liang Qichao stretched his neck and looked at it. The three families all hung up Beifeng alone, which made him so depressed that his face turned black.

"Continue, continue," Liang Qichao's card skills are bad, but his brand is excellent. After counting the silver, he smiled and said with a striking voice, "After a long time of research, I found that mahjong cannot be ignored. To save the country, you must play mahjong. Playing mahjong can observe people's character and exercise a tenacity spirit. Once you sit down, no matter the winner or lose, you must play four laps. Even if the first three laps fail, there is still hope of making a comeback. Our country competes with other countries, and you cannot be discouraged if you lose. This spirit can be exercised on the mahjong table."

Zhou Hexuan and the other two were hilarious and couldn't help but praise: "Ren Gong Gao Ren!"

After another round of fights, Liang Qichao finally succeeded and said happily: "Did you see it? Only by persevering can you win!"

Wu Mi yawned and said, "Let's just hit this place tonight, it's already midnight."

Zhao Yuanren also said: "Yes, Mingcheng still has to get up early to take the train."

"Well, I'll take revenge next time." Liang Qichao stood up and smiled.

It is summer, and the moonlight outside is like water.

Zhou Hexuan came out of the western guest room and walked through a corridor, and saw the winding lotus pond. The water surface was filled with a faint mist, like wisps of blue smoke under the moonlight. The breeze came, the lotus leaves swayed, revealing white lotus flowers, like shy and timid girl in the boudoir.

Zhou Hexuan suddenly remembered Zhu Ziqing's article "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond", which seemed to be written in Tsinghua Park. The situation is the same, but the people walking under the moon have changed.

When he returned to the guest room under the moonlight, Zhou Hexuan began to pack up his own things - mainly several paintings of calligraphy. This was what Zhou Hexuan asked for with shamelessness. It will definitely appreciate in a few decades and can be regarded as a family heirloom.

A total of six scrolls—

"A man's ambitions are all things in the world, but there is progress and no end." This is written by Liang Qichao.

"The four seasons are cute but the spring is the day. If you can be crazy, you will be a young man." This is written by Wang Guowei.

"Someone can understand the heart, but there is no inch of land on the earth." This is written by Liang Suming.

"The mountains and flowing waters are hard to find." This is written by Zhao Yuanren.

"Patriotism is the primary virtue of civilized people." This was written by Wu Mi.

"Using copper as a mirror can correct your clothes and hats. Using history as a mirror can help you know the rise and fall. Using people as a mirror can help you understand gains and losses." This is written by Chen Yinke.

Zhou Hexuan opened the scroll and looked at the seals, smiling like a weasel who had stole a chicken. Nowadays, anyone who has read books has written very beautifully. He is going back to Tianjin to find Zhang Xueliang, Feng Yong, Li Shoumin, Wenxiu and others to write a few words.

In the future, whenever you meet a celebrity, you can ask for the treasures, collect them and put them in a box. It will definitely be interesting to take them out in decades.

After putting down the calligraphy and paintings, Zhou Hexuan fell asleep and woke up. When he woke up, it was already dawn.

"Take care of Mingcheng!"

Several gentlemen sent Zhou Hexuan to the entrance of Tsinghua University.

Zhou Hexuan said goodbye one by one, and then took the Sun brothers away, and Wang Guowei's son Wang Qianming was also accompanied by Wang Guowei's son.

Wang Qianming has recovered from illness. Traditional Chinese medicine said it was typhoid fever, and Western medicine diagnosed it as intestinal bacterial infection. Anyway, traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine have taken all the medicines prescribed by Western medicine, and he can't figure out who cured it. He is a customs clerk in Shanghai. He took leave a while ago to visit relatives, but he couldn't afford to get sick. He did not recover until now and returned to the south.

Historically, Wang Qianming died suddenly due to typhoid fever.

Typhoid fever may recur. Western medicine says that bacteria lurking in the lesions reproduce and invade blood circulation, causing bacteremia again.

Although Zhou Hexuan didn't understand medicine, he still said worriedly: "Brother Qianming, your face is not normal. Let's go with me to Tianjin to find a doctor before taking a look."

Wang Qianming smiled discontently and said, "I have just recovered from a serious illness and my complexion is not good. The doctor said I am fine, so don't worry, brother."

Zhou Hexuan didn't know what to say, so he planned to force Wang Qianming to the hospital after he arrived in Tianjin.

The waiting room at the station is also divided into grades. Zhou Hexuan and the others bought second-class tickets, which are cheaper than first-class tickets and higher-end than third-class tickets. It is not to show off, but mainly because the cheapest carriages are too crowded and the smell is also very bad.

Not long after, more than a dozen people suddenly came in the waiting room, and Meng Xiaodong was suddenly there.

Meng Xiaodong looked particularly youthful and pretty in a floral dress. She was very surprised when she saw Zhou Hexuan: "Mr. Zhou, you are also in Peking!"

"I'm here to do things in Peking," Zhou Hexuan explained briefly, looked at the person behind her and asked, "Are these your friends?"

Meng Xiaodong quickly turned around and introduced: "This is Mr. Chen Xiuhua, a famous Tan School artist. Teacher, and this is the famous writer Mr. Zhou Hexuan, Zhou."

"Hello Mr. Zhou!"

"Hello Mr. Chen!"

The two sides shook hands to meet each other, and after a few greetings, they stopped talking. Zhou Hexuan did not understand Peking Opera, and Chen Xiuhua did not care about literature. He had no common language anyway.

Meng Xiaodong seemed very enthusiastic and stood beside Zhou Hexuan and said, "Mr. Zhou, your article "I Have a Dream" is so good!"

"I'm just talking about it." Zhou Hexuan smiled.

Meng Xiaodong said again: "By the way, I have moved to Peking. This time I went to Tianjin to perform with the opera troupe."

"You're on stage again?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

"The performance has not officially resumed. It is mainly to learn opera with Mr. Chen." Meng Xiaodong said.

The two chatted for a while, the train had already entered the station, and their cars were different, so they separated when they arrived at the platform.

Meng Xiaodong turned his head and looked at Zhou Hexuan not far away. He was very tall and stood in the crowd like a crane standing out in the crowd, and could see it at a glance.

"Xiaodong, it's time to get on the bus!" Chen Xiuhua patted her shoulder to remind.

"Oh." Meng Xiaodong suddenly came to his senses and squeezed towards the car door with the crowd.

Chen Xiuhua asked: "Do you have any interest in this Mr. Zhou?"

Meng Xiaodong's pretty face turned slightly red: "Where is there? It's just an ordinary friend."

Chen Xiuhua warned: "He is a progressive intellectual, we are performers, and we are not the same type of people after all."

"Oh, I know." Meng Xiaodong sighed softly, suddenly feeling very inferior.

The drama actors of this era are still the lowest class. There are indeed people who are following famous actors, but if they involve marriage, they will reveal their essence.
Chapter completed!