Chapter 20 Chapter Seven (1)

first quarter On a main street inside Daximen, there are three alleys facing Baozhu Lane, and Qian Mingjing has his Ruyi residence in Ruyi Lane.Wei Feng has a foothold in Diaoyu Lane, but they still live in Luoyanpo.Originally, Mingjing found a house for them, but because You Jiaren had nowhere to live, he gave it to You's family.That's No. 1 Mean Lane.Whether these names were attached by later generations, or they were called just like that at that time, no one has verified.You Jiaren went to Minglun to teach and was very popular.Although he is a professor in the Department of Chinese, he taught selected readings and translations of 18th-century English novels. In addition to the classical literature courses in the department, he really seems to have learned both Chinese and Western.He began to quote extensively from other sources in class, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, classics or non-famous works, if someone mentions them, he can recite them fluently, and everyone admires them.Yao Qiuer was also introduced by Qian Mingjing to find a job teaching English in a middle school. Her talent and learning are more than enough for a few middle school students.In their spare time of teaching, they visited the scenic spots in Kunming and enjoyed the scenery to the fullest.A few months passed in a flash.

No. 1 Harsh Lane, the yard is small and pleasant.The living room faces south, with two upstairs and two downstairs.Downstairs lives Shao Li, a teacher in the Department of Mathematics, and his wife, Liu Wanfang, is also from Tianjin. She is very lively and carefree, and she is a good neighbor.The You family lives upstairs. According to Yao Qiuer's habits, the interior layout is simple and plain. There is only a thick Oxford dictionary, which is slightly distinctive.They arranged their lives well, but they seldom thanked Qian Mingjing, but often expressed sympathy, saying that Qian Mingjing was too busy, and that Mrs. Qian couldn't find a job, so it was still because she refused to condescend.The meaning of the words is far-reaching. On the surface, it means that Mrs. Qian has status, and it implies that the couple is at odds.As smart as Qian Mingjing, he didn't care at first, but after a long time, everyone felt that there was something incomprehensible hidden under You Jiaren's rich knowledge.

That afternoon, You Jiaren returned home excitedly. Yao Qiuer was at his desk correcting his homework. He looked up with a charming smile and asked, "What's the news?" This was a question they often asked each other.You Jiaren took out a newspaper and pointed to Meng and Zhang's engagement announcement. "The fiancé died three days ago before posting this notice. In the past, there were people who got married with the wooden owner in their arms, and now there are still people who got engaged with a black frame. Why is Meng Fuzhi like this!" Yao Qiuer blinked, "Maybe he It’s been a long time since the dry sea has rotted away.” The two smiled knowingly.You Jiaren sat down to drink tea, pointed to the books he had brought back, and said: "If you talk about dry seas and rocks, there is an interesting anecdote. Just now I went to Xia Zhengsi to borrow books and talked in English. He said that he hadn't heard such fluent English for a long time. I learned English, touched my nostalgia, and told me about the past, and a love story!" Qiuer hid her homework and sat next to Jiaren, "Hurry up and talk!"

"Xia Zhengsi said that his family lives by the Atlantic Ocean. When he was young, he had a lover who was about to get married three times, and the lady changed her mind, which made him jump into the Atlantic Ocean." Yao Qiuer giggled, "Why didn't he jump?" "When he was about to jump, he suddenly felt a force grabbing his hair. In a blink of an eye, he was already sitting on the steps of the house. He thought he didn't deserve to die. Although he didn't die, he didn't live well. He often met the original Lover, and this lover often changes lovers, and he doesn’t want to see her anymore, so he left his hometown and came to China.” Yao Qiuer got up to make dinner, annoyed: “It’s too thin, it doesn’t sound good, it doesn’t sound good.”

After a few days, the story of Xia Zhengsi's lovelorn was circulating among his colleagues, and he really became much plumper.Especially in the part of throwing into the sea, a very sentimental scene such as looking for a lover to say goodbye was added, and various exaggerations were added when wandering by the sea.This story goes in and out of Mean Alley several times, getting farther and farther away from the original people and things each time.Xueyan heard about it first, but she told Bichu and Huifeng that they took other people's sad things as jokes, and they didn't take it seriously. Fortunately, Mr. Xia didn't know.

Xiao Ziwei has always been single, so he naturally became the object of You Jiaren's attention.He told people that these few old "bachelors" could write a romance novel after their research.Comments on celibates are inevitable, but they all fall within the scope of sympathy. Since the arrival of You Jiaren and his wife, the remarks they have made have the characteristics of meanness.They seem to be aware of it and restrained a little, but they still can't help making fun of mean people.When they do this, they only feel that they are extremely intelligent and superior to mortals, and they can't help but feel high, without thinking about the harm to others.If the other party does not get the information, try to pass it on.Shooting and hunting can only be considered fun if you hit a living thing. If you just talk behind closed doors, what's the fun?It just so happens that her neighbor Liu Wanfang is very good at disseminating news. Shao Wei’s mathematics field is like an impregnable fortress to her. She sincerely admires You and Yao’s harmony and their knowledge. When others listen to it, they feel that they have also added skills.

The news of Meng Liji and the story of Xia Zhengsi were quiet for a while after it spread. Once, the Chinese Department arranged for You Jiaren to give a speech. He did not talk about poetry, novels, theory, or translation, but Shakespeare and Tang Xianzu.Drama is not his field, but he can do it at his fingertips.He talked about the outlines of several important plays of Shakespeare, and he recited long passages with cadence, sonorous tone and great dramatic effect.He also memorized some of the famous libretto, word for word, but it's a pity that he can't sing Kunqu opera, otherwise it would be even more beautiful.Although the content of the whole speech is rich and vivid, it does not say what is being compared, what are the similarities and differences in thought, and what are the differences in art.The students listened, some admired, some were at a loss.When Jiang Fang heard about it, he casually said that some sinologists in foreign countries are like this.When this word spread to Harsh Lane, You and Yao suddenly felt that the nameless fire was blazing, they were only allowed to be mean to others, and they were not allowed to listen to a single gossip.

Two journalists in Chongqing were detained for reporting violations of the prohibition.Mr. Jiang published an article in a journal, criticizing this undemocratic practice, and raised the issue of human rights protection, with sharp opinions and sharp words.The students all agreed, and some people said that Mr. Jiang was becoming more and more left-leaning.You Jiaren has never made political remarks. Some people say he is noble, and some people say he is selfish.When discussing among his colleagues, he was noncommittal about the detention of journalists, but attacked Jiang Fang's articles, saying: "Democracy and human rights are very fashionable now. No wonder some people said that Jiang Fang is good at speculation. I didn't say that." After a while, before the two reporters were released, several associations jointly held a small-scale symposium. Mr. Jiang made an impassioned statement: "People with long mouths are made to speak. Treat people as people.” This statement was first published in a wall newspaper, and then quoted by several enlightened newspapers.You Jiaren saw it, and said to Li Lian: "I see Jiang Fang's high-profile, pretending to be progressive, just want to please." Jiaren froze for a moment, but didn't answer.Mr. Meng originally admired You Jiaren very much, but when he heard these words, his evaluation was also discounted.The words inevitably reached Jiang Fang's ears again, and Jiang Fang was naturally displeased, but he has a big heart and never rubs against people on unnecessary things, so he just ignored it.

You and Yao have nothing to do. They often sit in the Green Sleeve Cafe and watch the weeping willows in the water outside the window.Several poems were published in the newspaper supplement, and they were well received, and people are called talented.Lu Xiangge often sat at their table and chatted.They knew that Xiangge was a relative of Mrs. Meng, and they also went out of Peiping with Ling Xueyan, so they were very interested. "Just the two of you going? You guys are so brave." Yao Qiuer asked. "Someone came to pick him up. It was Wei Feng's classmate, Li Yuming. He rode a donkey all the way, stayed in a small shop, walked for many days, and hadn't left Hebei Province yet." "I heard that they have been to Yan'an." You Jiaren ask. "Li Yuming handed us over to someone else. I can't wait, so I left first. They must have gone later." Yao Qiuer said, "Listen to you, Li Yuming looks like a trafficker." Xiangge looked around, He chuckled softly: "Human traffickers are not, but I can see that he likes Mrs. Wei." When You and Yao heard this, their spirits lifted, and they asked many details.Lu Xiangge was originally good at creating something out of nothing, but she didn't have enough imagination, so she could only give a rough idea.After being handed by You and Yao, it became more and more plump, and it really became a romance novel.

Rumors spread like a plague, even among educated people.Ling Xueyan's search for her husband from thousands of miles is like a small playbook, one of which is "best man instead of groom" is even more romantic, fabricating the emotional entanglement between Xueyan and Li Yuming.According to Yiyou and Yao Zhicai, they can completely start their own creations, but they only feel happy when they hurt living people.It is complete to create rumors and spread rumors. Xueyan and Wei Feng lived in the hut in Wasted Alley for two or three days a week, and Yao Qiuer and Liu Wanfang came to visit from time to time.Xueyan doesn't like talking about people's merits by nature, and listens to what she has to say.Seeing them talking happily, I felt that I was doing a good deed.

Yao Qiuer told other female teachers and wives about Xueyan's "playbook", some of them refuted on the spot, some persuaded Qiuer not to talk about it, and some listened to it but stopped spreading it, like a great wall, Information cannot be transmitted.Qiu Er was very disappointed.Fortunately, there is Liu Wanfang.She had always paid attention to Xueyan, she once said that it was unbelievable to throw away Wanguan's furniture and follow a poor man.After listening to Qiu Er's libretto, he sighed again and again, saying why he found another poor man. Although Liu Wanfang herself was also the target of ridicule, because of those clever words, she didn't pay attention to them, so she ignored them, but she was keen to spread the word.Once, she went to Hui Fong's house to have a chat, and she talked about this "song book" from the bottom of her heart.Hui Fong was very annoyed, and said, "How can this happen? It's too hurtful. Don't tell Mrs. Wei." Wanfang said kindly: "If you say there is no such thing, then someone is spreading rumors. If she is kept in the dark It's not appropriate." Hui Fong thought that this was right, rumors spread more and more with debates, and spread without debates, which is really difficult.These few days, she was helping a painter friend to prepare for an art exhibition. If she wanted to have some free time, she would go to Mrs. Meng to discuss it. At this time, she couldn't deal with serious troubles, but some people had such leisurely gossip.Thinking about it, I used the Shanghai dialect to curse "Tongue chewing, rotten Iraqi"! From time to time, there were small gatherings among colleagues. One afternoon, the You family organized a recital. Everyone recited a passage of their favorite novel or poem. This is a European and American tradition.Xia Zheng missed a passage from "The Brothers Karamazov", and Yu Jiaren read a passage in it. Others also had their own choices. The atmosphere changed with different recitations, and they were focused and lively.Xueyan recited a few lines in French. She not only pronounced it naturally, but also had a soft and sweet voice. A ray of gentle sunlight shone on the wide, half-worn white silk shirt, making her face extraordinarily bright and beautiful.After she finished reading, Xia Zhengsi said with a smile: "You have already read it as 'Flower of Kindness', you should read "Night in May" or "Night in August"." Xueyan smiled and said: "I also like Mu Sai's Poetry, this one," she held up the book in her hand, "seriously, I didn't understand it very well, and I don't understand it very well now." After reciting a few more paragraphs, someone said, why didn't Mrs. You see.At this time, Yao Qiuer and Liu Wanfang were cooking bait shreds and adding seasonings to entertain everyone. Xueyan walked over with good intentions, wanting to participate in labor, but she didn't want to hear Yao Qiuer whispering: "Two people like one person, and the relationship is very warm." , Like that, this kind of situation does happen. We have said it before." He said with a smile, "The part between Mrs. Wei and Mr. Wei's old friend Li Yuming." Then he lowered his voice and talked endlessly.Although Liu Wanfang already knew about the rumor, she still listened to it with great interest.Xueyan heard the words Mrs. Wei and Li Yuming, so she listened quietly for a while, and suddenly felt her internal organs churn, and her blood rushed upwards, she immediately went to the courtyard and asked Yao Qiuer, "Mrs. You, what are you talking about!" Qiu'er wiped her hands with a rag, turned around and smiled apologetically, "I didn't say anything, we were chatting!" Xueyan said, "I heard you talk about me." Liu Wanfang came over and took Xueyan by her arm, and said, "Mrs. We didn't say anything." Xueyan knew that they wouldn't admit it, she couldn't make it public, and she wouldn't quarrel with others, so she felt dizzy and nauseous, and hurried out of You's house. Someone in the room suggested asking Xueyan to recite another passage of "May Night", but Yao Qiuer came in and said, "She's leaving first. It's my turn! I'll read it." You Jiaren said: "Why bother to recite it? That's it." Qiuer said: "My brain can't hold that much. Everyone is like you!" After reading a paragraph, her pronunciation is a bit local, which is why no one asks her to teach conversation.For a while, Liu Wanfang brought the bait silk over on a tray, but she looked a little restless. Xueyan came out of the mean alley and walked into the waste alley, angry and sad, her mind seemed to be stuffed with weeds, it was swollen and painful.These people are so despicable that they actually describe Li Yuming as a humble child, as if they have some personal affair with her.It seems that those who are rich in knowledge are not necessarily noble in heart.People are still too stupid to have a law that can effectively punish those who spread rumors and slander, and let the venom of rumors hurt others.Xueyan became dizzy for a while, and stood with her hands on the wall for a while, with the fetus in her body, punching and kicking, as if saying that I am here!She was a little comforted, and murmured: "There is you, and you." Hui Fong was passing by the alley when she saw Xueyan leaning against the wall, she hurried over to support her, and asked, "What's the matter, what's the matter with you?" Xueyan suppressed her tears and told what happened just now.Hui Fong said angrily: "This is done by myself." Xueyan looked at Hui Fen and said, "You know this rumor?" Hui Fong said: "No one believes it, so don't worry. Come to my house first .” They sat down at Hui Fong's house.Hui Fang asked Xue Yan to wash her face and put on her makeup, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I'm going to say something that maybe shouldn't be said, and you don't need to tell Wei Feng about this." Said, was only silent.Hui Fong comforted again: "You and Wei Fen are so happy, so someone wants to add some pepper noodles." Xueyan washed her face and shed tears, and said, "This is not pepper noodles, it's poison!" Hui Fong deliberately said: "You You don’t care about me too much, think about my situation. Your life is heaven, and no slander and rumors can move you.” Xueyan hurriedly asked: “How is your art exhibition?” Hui Fong hesitated: “Here My old classmate can help me a bit, I just find something to do. Now there are too many things to do, and there are still people inviting dinner tonight, and we have to eat after discussing everything." Xueyan felt better for a while, and the two went out. Hui Fong sent Xueyan home, then turned around and left. When Xueyan entered the house, Wei Feng was talking with He Man, and He Man smiled and said: "Mr. Ling is back, and our conversation is over." He Man took Xueyan's French class and appreciated Xueyan's teaching very much. We summed up six words for her: flexible and serious.After saying a few words about the French class, He Man resigned.Wei Feng flipped through the papers on the table, and remained silent for a while.Xueyan put aside her grievances, put on her apron, and went to cook.Walking past Wei Fen, patted Wei Fen's arm lightly, Wei Fen took Xueyan's hand and put it on her face, and said: "Xuexue, I want to tell you something, we don't want to be sad. Yan’an came and said that Li Yuming committed suicide by jumping off a cliff.” Xueyan opened her eyes wide, tears streaming down her face, and said, “How could that be?” Wei Feng said, “Yuming is very strong, he is definitely not the kind of person who commits suicide. I don’t know what the details are like.” They were thinking at the same time, isn’t Mrs. Lu the strongest person?Didn't he also commit suicide? It was a counterattack against the enemy in the worst possible situation.But Li Yuming is in Yan'an, Yan'an, the holy land of revolution, the place where young people pin their ideals! "Feng, I really don't understand." "I don't understand either." What they said they didn't understand was not the same.Wei Feng didn't understand why the revolutionary ranks were so cruel.Xueyan doesn't understand how there are always people hurting others in the world, and there are always people being hurt. She almost wants to tell the rumor, but it hurts the three of them, so why bother to distract Feng.Li Yuming suffered such slander even though he was dead, and wept again thinking about it.Wei Feng couldn't express all the thoughts in his heart clearly, so he stretched out his hand to pull Xueyan to sit beside her, and Xueyan simply cried for a while.They cuddled each other, which was comforting. After a while, Xueyan went to the kitchen, there was always something to eat.Wei Feng took the materials on the table, which were the study documents of the rectification movement brought by He Man, which were mimeographed by her engraving on the steel plate.She discussed with Wei Feng that she should study in the organization. Wei Feng was holding the document, but Li Yuming's figure flashed in front of him. No one knew what Li Yuming was thinking at the last moment when he jumped off the cliff.It's a pity that there are no ghosts, and dreams can't entrust one. Two days later, Wei Feng found out that Lao Shen had arrived in Kunming, and He Man arranged for them to meet at the back of the Plant Institute.There is a pine forest on the mountain, and bursts of pine waves blow over the top of the head.When Wei Feng and Lao Shen shook hands, they were very sad. Lao Shen talked about the situation of the Yan'an rectification movement, said that the ranks of the class were greatly cleaned up, and the young people who had lost their way were rescued. direction, we must study hard, the War of Resistance Against Japan was still very difficult, and Yan'an was much more difficult than here.But everyone is still very happy, because we have confidence.Wei Feng talked about the situation of the teachers, because the corruption in the government is getting worse and the people are dissatisfied.More and more young people with ideals yearn for Yan'an.Old Shen said that this was a very natural thing. He walked through the Kuomintang-controlled areas and saw some places where there were not enough soldiers. They were forced to send strong men to the front line like prisoners. Wei Feng said that he did not see them here.Old Shen said that all kinds of corruption will also spread.Finally, we talked about the news of Li Yuming's death. He was censored during the rectification movement, but he failed to take into account the overall situation. Some people said that he fell off the cliff by mistake, which is also very possible.From an organizational point of view, during the summer vacation, Wei Feng could go to Yan'an to study for a while. Wei Feng was a little excited when he heard that, but then he was a little confused, but anyway, he can't leave now, and he can still consider it. I haven't seen Lao Shen again since then, and the members of the organization gave speeches at the symposium on literature and art. Everyone felt that the words were really fresh and profound.Of course, the issue of position must be resolved first.Will the corrupt bureaucrats and the ordinary people who are suffocated by exorbitant taxes see the same problem?On the issue of literature and art serving the workers, peasants and soldiers, some people have suggested that if it only serves the workers, peasants and soldiers, what about other groups of people?Will there be a kind of literature and art that everyone loves?Although some problems are unclear, they all emerged after thinking. Everyone feels that they are getting close to a brand-new theory that can benefit mankind, and they need to understand it through thinking. Zhao Junhui, the painter Hui Fong helped to hold the exhibition, is quite famous. He studied in Paris and lived there for several years. After returning to China for the past two years, he taught at the National Academy of Art and lived in the outskirts of Chongqing.This time I came to Yunnan to enjoy the landscape of Yunnan.Hui Fong had known him before marriage, and at that time they both thought that he would become a master.This time I saw that his paintings are indeed quite high-quality, mainly traditional Chinese paintings, with extensive use of Western painting techniques, and some oil paintings.With the help of all parties, a middle school auditorium was borrowed, and painting friends helped to decorate, and the art exhibition finally opened.On this day, Hui Fong was the chief receptionist and also in charge of signing.Wearing a navy blue thin woolen suit and a checkered tie, Zhao Junhui stood in front of the door with a chic demeanor, welcoming the guests.The guests included celebrities from all walks of life in Kunming, President Qin and his wife, and several officials from the provincial government.Zhao Junhui watched it together, and they stood for a moment in front of a long scroll.Eight eminent monks are painted on this long scroll, all of whom have extraordinary looks.Newspapers have introduced it, saying that it is the ideal sustenance of painters.Zhao Junhui laughed and said that it took ten years to prepare this painting.At the moment, some reporters gathered around to take pictures. At this time, several people came to the signing table, well dressed and polite.The person next to Hui Fong shouted "Mr. Zhu is here" and greeted him attentively, but Hui Fong was puzzled.At this time Qian Mingjing also came, signed, smiled at Hui Fong, and said in a low voice, "If you want a charity sale, you can find this one." Turning his eyes to Zhu Yanqing, Hui Fong ignored him and went to greet others.Ming Jing walked over to chat with Zhu Yanqing, as if they were very familiar, when Zhao Junhui got the news, he came over and asked Zhu Yanqing to visit Principal Qin together. There were many people coming to the autograph table, Hui Fong walked away from time to time to greet the guests, and then came back to see Liu Wanfang's name on the autograph book, and then saw Liu Wanfang talking with Qian Mingjing, she said: "Mr. Qian is very capable, I've heard people say, how many paintings do you want to buy today?" Mingjing said: "I can't afford it!" "Then who would believe it!" Wanfang said, talking, following Qian Mingjing to look at the paintings , Mingjing didn't pay much attention to it.At that moment, Mr. Meng and Mr. Xiao also came, and Zhao Junhui and Hui Fong came to say hello.Zhu Yanqing and Ming Jing walked together and said, "To be honest, I don't have any artistic talent, but I like to see it." Someone next to him said that Mr. Qian's wife is a painter, and Mr. Qian naturally understood.Mingjing laughed and said, "If you're being honest, today I'm not looking at your taste, but your wallet." Everyone laughed.Liu Wanfang heard it from the side, so she leaned over and smiled at Zhu Yanqing, blinking her eyes, her eyes and teeth were bright.Qian Mingjing said, "Didn't Mrs. Shao ask about the charity sale? I'm going to see Mr. Zhu today." Everyone continued to look at the paintings. There is a picture of a boneless flower, which shows several peonies, one of which is just about to bloom. There is a light red on the top of the bud, which becomes lighter as it goes down, which arouses people's imagination.When Hui Fong arranged it, he paid attention to it and placed it in an obvious place.When Zhu Yanqing walked by, he didn't pay attention, Mingjing pointed out: "Look at this one." When he looked carefully, he saw a line of small characters beside it, "Fifteen weeps in the spring breeze, and the swing is on the back." Yanqing thought, there is no swing in the painting what!But it is inconvenient to ask.Liu Wanfang came over again, and asked innocently with a smile: "Why is there no swing?" Zhu Yanqing also smiled at her unconsciously. Wanfang was overjoyed, and then pointed to a painting of ink lotus and said, "How can there be a black lotus? But it's true." It's pretty." Zhu Yanqing said casually, "Mrs. Shao also likes painting?" Wanfang shook her head.Zhu Yanqing expressed that he wanted to buy these two paintings. Mohe was priced at 8,000 yuan, but peony was priceless.Hui Fong came over and said, "That painting of peonies is not for sale, so I didn't have time to post the note." Mingjing said beside him, "It would be better to draw another one." Zhu Yanqing said politely, "If Mr. Zhao can paint another one , of course not according to the current price." After a while, Zhao Junhui sent off Mr. Qin, Meng, and Xiao, and then came over and said, "It's not like this painting again, maybe it's not as good, maybe it's better." Liu Wanfang He rushed to say: "There is only better." Zhu Yanqing said: "I know that painting requires inspiration, writing poetry, composing music, it's all the same, it's called smoker Pi Lichun, right?" Qian Mingjing Said: "I think business also needs inspiration. Sometimes I want to ask God for divination and fortune-telling, just to get inspiration." While talking, he walked past the eight eminent monks, and it was written "not for sale".At the moment, Zhu Yanqing bought two other figure paintings, which cannot be picked up until the end of the exhibition. When Zhu Yanqing left, he wanted to send Mingjing and his wife off by car, but Hui Fong still couldn't leave. Seeing Wanfang beside him, Zhu Yanqing asked, "Where does Mrs. Shao live, can I take you back?" Liu Wanfang laughed and followed to the Get on the bus at the entrance of the alley. Here Hui Fong and the others are packing up the exhibits while talking about the situation of the exhibition.A lot of paintings were sold, Jun Hui smiled wryly and said, "Every time I sell a painting, I feel as sad as if I broke my leg." Hui Fong thought for a while, and asked, "Do you still want to paint a peony?" Jun Hui looked at it. She said, "I can't draw that look. But I can handle it." He wanted to invite everyone to dinner, Huifeng did his own thing, and left with Qian Mingjing. second quarter The school has a monthly meeting at the beginning of each month, and principal Qin and several persons in charge will talk about the situation, and guests will speak from time to time.At the monthly meeting in early March, Principal Qin came to the meeting place accompanied by a short and fat man in a long robe and mandarin jacket. He introduced this Wang, which caused a slight commotion among the students. He was an important figure in the propaganda department of the Kuomintang.He watched the commotion peacefully, feeling a little bit emotional, probably because he felt that he was very famous. After coughing twice, he gave a speech in pure Sichuan dialect, with vivid expressions and powerful words.One of the most exciting paragraphs is as follows: "I'm from the capital, and I'm from under Chairman Jiang. I'm very happy to see everyone studying hard here. Everyone has a skull on their head (he pointed to his own head), and everyone uses their brains to study and think about problems. But Mo We must forget that the weight of each person's head is different, some are lighter and some are heavier. Fortunately, we have the most abundant and most important head, which is the head of the chairman. This head, the leader's head is different, he is also everyone's head,—” "But you want to chop off all the other heads?" a student asked loudly in Sichuan dialect.Some students laughed out loud, and another classmate said loudly: "What we care about is not the head, but the stomach." Mr. Wang glared at Principal Qin. Principal Qin raised his hands and pressed down, saying, "Please be quiet, please be quiet." "Speaking of life issues, during the Anti-Japanese War, it was more difficult! Everyone is the same! Only when you realize that you need to support the leader's head can things be handled easily. I have said many times in Chongqing that the leader's head is different. Be supported, be supported, whoever dares to say that the heads are the same, you can say it!" The speech finally ended, and the leader's head theory became the object of ridicule by young people.The next day, several wall posters appeared at the gate. There was a cartoon of a short, fat man with a big head filled with the words "Leader's Brain Theory". All kinds of snakes, scorpions and ferocious beasts appeared in the inside, and it was written: This is the head of the leader! Mr. Wang was deeply dissatisfied with the performance of the students. He waited for an explanation, but Principal Qin didn't mention it.During lunch, he said angrily: "The students of your school seem to be unruly in public places." Qin Xunheng said: "It is indeed the case. We do not object to young people expressing their opinions, which means that they are interested. It would be bad if there is no response. "Wang said humanely: "Remember at any time and place that the leader's head is the best. It is a great fortune for the Chinese nation to have such a leader's head." Qin Xunheng remained silent. Mr. Wang returned to the committee seat, but he could not see the committee seat directly, so he wrote a written opinion and submitted it, praising himself for supporting the leader's thought, and criticizing Minglun and other universities for indulging students.In this way, a few more things came up. Many students live on loans. The loans have been increased, but they cannot keep up with the soaring prices. Now the students' loans are not enough for the minimum meal expenses. The Kunming university has once again applied to the government for an increase in the loan amount.First, the secretarial department drafted a document. When discussing it at the office meeting, everyone felt that it was not convincing enough, so they suggested adding a few words, and adding a few words reflecting the life of the students immediately.When the paper arrived in Chongqing, the Ministry of Education said that it was difficult to allocate funds. During the discussion, some people said that the paper was quite literary, like it was written by Meng Fuzhi.However, some people said that it is no wonder that Minglun's students are so arrogant, and some professors support them.After several rounds of discussions, the loan amount did not increase. After a while, the person who carried the dog by plane allocated 100,000 yuan to improve the lives of college students such as Minglun, and distributed the money in his own name.The students were in an uproar after hearing this. Where did a government official get all this money, and the activities of using this money to buy people's hearts can only show the corruption of the government. "We don't want this kind of money." This is the view of most of the students. There are also a few people who think that this is the government's good intentions. Refusing can only mean non-cooperation and no benefit. This is the proposition of some members of the Three Youth League. The influence among the students is getting weaker and weaker, and it doesn't work. Most of the teachers think that this huge sum of money cannot be accepted.At the professor meeting, Zhuang Youchen, Liang Mingshi, etc. all expressed their opinions. It is obvious that the students’ lives need to be improved urgently. Due to malnutrition, more than half of the students are severely anemic. Not to mention our own lives. The increase in loans has not yet been resolved. Why is a person so generous at this time.Some people suggested that this money be donated to refugees, while others suggested that it be used to comfort the anti-Japanese soldiers in western Yunnan.The school finally decided to make a soft statement, saying that the school does not accept personal gifts.This practice of Minglun University was spread as a legend for a while. Meng Fuzhi was originally a person who attracted attention, but now Wang pays more attention to him, and specially found some of his Song history articles to read, thinking that these were simply attacks on the central government, and organized several articles to refute, most of which were Words and sentences with ulterior motives and intentions.Everyone is very concerned about Mr. Meng.On this day, Meng Fuzhi and Li Lian walked back to Longwei Village together, and talked about it on the way.Fu Zhidao: "I originally asked you to sign your name because I didn't want to bury your labor. Now that something has happened, fortunately I didn't mention you. This point of view was raised by me, so I shouldn't implicate you." Li Lian said: " I agree with Mr. Meng's opinion. We write articles just as a kind of speech, so why be so afraid." Fu Zhidao: "What you are afraid of is speech. You are not allowed to say bad things, and you are not allowed to say anything. The ancients said bad things. When it comes to shortcomings, it seems that others deliberately framed it, which is really incomprehensible. I am thinking about the next article, about the "Wutai Poetry Case".The two talked all the way, and they were not far from Longwei Village.Walking through a small village, they heard crying and shouting in the village. The two stopped, and saw a few soldiers in yellow clothes making trouble in a small shop at the entrance of the village.Crying and shouting urgently, the two went over to have a look, and saw that some of these people had their heads wrapped in white cloth, some were missing an arm, some were missing a leg, and they were wearing crutches.There seemed to be no men in the house, only a few women crying.Fuzhi sighed in his heart, another wounded soldier.Due to the tense war in western Yunnan, a hospital for wounded soldiers was set up in Chuxiong, not far from Kunming, and people came to make troubles from time to time.At this time, these few people broke out wildly and shouted loudly: "I still need money for a bowl of bait. It's not that I'm desperate. You can sell bait here! Don't say it's a bowl of bait. People who want you will also be hit." " Li Lian said: "Brothers have worked hard, and the common people know it." Before the sentence was finished, the one-armed wounded soldier took a board and called Li Lian, and Li Lian flashed.In order to protect Li Lian, Fu Zhi used the blue flower bundle in his hand to block it. The plank hit Fu Zhi's left arm. There was a nail on the plank, which cut open the flesh, and blood flowed instantly.Only then did the wounded soldiers come to their senses. Seeing that the gentleman was injured, he was not panicked, but looked dignified. The one-armed man threw the board, put the money he had snatched from the drawer on the table, and burst into tears. , A group of people left in a crooked manner.Here Li Lian helped Fuzhi take off his long gown, the proprietress took some pieces of cloth and tied them tightly, scolding the three generations of robber ancestors while clearing away the money on the table.Fuzhi sighed: "I heard that the person's voice is from Henan. They left their hometown and went through life and death to become disabled. They are also suffering!" The proprietress put a small pot on the fire and cooked rice noodles for them.Yu and Li hurriedly said goodbye and walked home slowly. Fu Zhi injured his arm, the wound was not very deep, at that time Bi Chu scrubbed it with alcohol, applied white medicine, and tied it tightly.After two days, the wound became inflamed, my arm was swollen and painful, I had a fever, and I also had symptoms of the digestive tract.The Minglun school doctor came from the city for diagnosis and treatment. Apart from surgical treatment, he said he had measles and typhoid fever.Fu Zhi smiled and said: "Jing Hunger is the secret recipe of the Jia family. In the 20th century, you can drink a bowl of soup an hour." Bi Chu said: "This is progress."