Chapter 196 Zhao Ziyue (9)

"Mr. Zhao!" The clerk of the hotel called from outside the door: "Mr. Zhou is visiting." "Please wait in the living room and slap him first!" Tuangan Huang was "foolish"; looking at the small clock on the table, it was not yet half past eleven.He was a little dissatisfied that Zhou Shaolian came so early, closed his eyes and endured it for another two or three minutes, then slowly got up, wiped his face twice with a towel, lit a cigarette and walked to the living room. "Zi said, did you get up?" Zhou Shaolian asked. "I was too tired yesterday, I couldn't get up!" Zhao Ziyue stretched out his arms. "Have you eaten yet, let's go out together?"

"No! Talk to you for a few words, and I have other things to do when I come back!" Zhao Ziyue sat on a couch unhappily. "You said you were looking for trouble, didn't you?" Zhou Shaolian asked Xiaojian. "I don't have a definite plan yet!" Zhao Ziyue felt that it was more important to get Zhou Shaolian away with words than to find a job, so he replied indifferently. "There is one thing I can help you with. I wonder if you are willing to do it?" Zhou Shaolian asked. "I said, Lao Zhou, you go out to play with me first! Then you can talk about looking for something?" Zhao Ziyue said impatiently.

"Old Zhao, you know that I am a poet," Zhou Shaolian said proudly, "I always want to write poems when I go there. Two days ago, I went to Tianxianyuan with my friends to watch a play for a day. Up to now, I have written poems about "miscellaneous emotions after watching the play." 'I haven't finished it yet. Before this poem is finished, my red folks, I simply can't go out with you! Go back and say: I have an uncle, Yan Naibo, who lives on Dongma Road. He wants to invite I'm going to teach his young master English. I want to recommend you, will you do it?"

"Why don't you go?" Zhao Ziyue asked. "Of course there's a reason," Zhou Shaolian raised his voice a little more, and it sounded a little more ugly: "I'm his nephew, you see, if he's playing tricks and won't give me money, wouldn't I just stare in vain! Go ahead." Well, he will never refuse to send Shuxiu. You said—" "What do you do, Uncle Meng?" "A senator in the first session of the National Congress, who once served as a Daoist Yin, I heard that there is still hope for the governor of Zhili!" Zhou Shaolian finished speaking in a hurry, obviously very proud. "Ah!" Zhao Ziyue cheered up a little, and felt that Zhou Shaolian was not very annoying: "Since he is a rich man, if he doesn't give you money, you'd better go! But if you decide not to go, I might as well give it a try." !"

"Okay! Let me introduce you!" Zhou Shaolian smiled half-crying half-smiling, the wrinkles on his brows gathered together, like a little monkey who had been hungry for days. "I decided not to go: the richer the person, the more he loves money. The former, I negotiated some tuition fees with him, and he gave me a small bump. But I can't offend him. We poor poets can't be poor and hard Yes! When you go, it shows that I can make friends, and also shows that I don’t point at his Shuxiu, folks, don’t you see? Poetry is poetry, and work is work! I’m very proud of being able to A poet who works! Besides, there is philosophy!——" "There is a layer," Zhao Ziyue asked, "I—my English, to be honest, but two knives!"

"It doesn't matter! Little Yan'er learned from twenty-six letters. It's not deep!" "Okay! Let's do it like this!" Zhao Ziyue stood up and said, "Aren't you going to play with me?" "No! I'm going back to school to create my 'miscellaneous feelings about watching drama'! Goodbye, red old Zhao!" Zhou Shaolian put on the gossip hat and walked out with ghostly eyebrows. Because food, clothing, prostitution and gambling are the four elements of the theory of the origin of the universe in the social arena, Zhao Ziyue sent two more telegrams to his father to urge the remittance for use.When his father answered the telegram, he put down the dung dustpan that he used to pick up dung for his pastime, and was busy digging out the thin-edged big-bellied ingots that had been buried thirty years ago from the cabbage cellar, and then went to the city to exchange them at the post office. Zhao's ancestors are responsible for raising descendants.

Three o'clock before Zhao Ziyue received the money order, he still gritted his teeth and cursed his father as "an old miser who doesn't understand the new culture!" I still have a father, who is easier to take advantage of than others!" Following him, he ran to the post office to cash the cash, and then went to Guyi Street to make clothes.When he arrived at Guyi Street, he looked around with startled eyes, and after looking for a long time, only the gold plaque "Specially Prepares Luxurious Clothes" hanging in Hualun Clothes Shop was what he liked.In season, he chose a grape-gray overcoat with cotton wool and thin camel hair lining, and a "fashionable old style" red and green regiment Longning silk mandarin jacket.After putting it on, he took a picture in the big mirrors in the clothing store. He felt that in the past few days in Tianjin, only today was the value of publishing his photo in Tianjin "The Times".After paying the price of the clothes, I put the old clothes in the clothes store and asked the apprentice to send them to the hotel.Wearing new clothes, he went to the national product store and bought a golden-topped oak walking stick "foreign goods sold in the national product store".Out of the foreign goods store, I took photos on the glass windows of the shop along the way: the golden-topped walking stick in the left hand, the big Luzon smoke in the right hand, and the plain and precious mandarin jacket in the middle, shaking!

Not only was he satisfied with the fact that these few things were well bought, but he also felt spiritually that this was the only point in the culture of things.Western culture is "richness", "luxury" and "power", while Chinese culture is "no food to eat" and "people in the back alleys can't bear to worry about it".If you don’t have enough to eat, don’t wear warm clothes, and live in a small dilapidated alley, then you don’t live in a foreign-style building, and foreigners who ride motorcycles are beaten, what are you waiting for!In order to maintain the dignity of the nation and prevent the oriental culture from being completely wiped out, it is necessary to support the facade in this way, which is based on the sincerity of patriotism!And doing so is the most economical way to the light: foreigners invented the car, okay, let's use it to ride; foreigners invented the gas lamp, okay, let's use it to light it.In this way, foreigners have cars and gas lamps, and we also have them. Why are foreigners bragging!In this way, what foreigners invent, what we enjoy, foreigners work hard day and night, we sit on the sparrow table and wait, foreigners are not our spiritual slaves!

Transforming China is an easy task, all you need is an order from the President: Let the people of the whole country eat foreign food, wear foreign clothes, and dance with men and women hugging each other!This is enough to win glory with foreigners!As for the enterprising spirit, research, invention, etc., who has the time to do it! This is Zhao Ziyue's "Simplicity Transformation Theory"! Without realizing it, he looked left and right and went into the Three Noise again.He originally wanted to eat some pot stickers and drink two jugs of white dry wine; but when he looked at the Tuanlong mandarin jacket on his chest, he regretted that he should not have such a worthless thought of belittling the glory of the nation.So he adjusted his pace, straightened his back, and went to a western restaurant in Rijie to eat sago porridge, beef tongue soup, and drink gray agent (Whis-key).

He was taking a drunken walk, appreciating the night in the Japanese Concession with extraordinary vigor.Suddenly, about three steps away from him, two diamond eyes and two beams of Ax light illuminate Zhao Ziyue's heart on both sides.He slightly opened his drunken eyes: Those two diamond-like eyeballs were set in a perfectly mature and beautiful face.Not only those two watery eyes shot at him, but also that little red mouth that looked like a peach in a honey nest smiled at him.Zhao Ziyue regained his composure and gave her a complete smile.She came over slowly and threw a small white silk handkerchief on his feet.His soul has come out of his shell, and he picks up the handkerchief purely by instinct.

"Ma'am! Your handkerchief?" "Thank you sir!" Her voice was like a little green grasshopper placed in a magnetic tank, so delicate and crisp as the little green wings were vibrating. "Shall we go to the teahouse and sit down?" "I can't wish for it! Please accompany me!" After he finished these two sentences, he felt that it was a bit unrefined in such a state, so he had an idea to make up two sentences: "The marriage is destined, so I give Chang'e to the young man!" The lady put a cotton-like soft and white wrist around his tiger arm. A pair of heroes and beauties broke into the Xingyu Tea House with a murderous look of love. The two chose a clean teahouse, ordered refreshments, and calmed down before looking at each other.The lady wore a green serge gown of the latest Parisian style, and a sky-blue velvet skirt that reached her knees.The shoulder sockets and under the neck are exposed, and a piece of fox fur with head, tail and eyes is lightly held.The soft fox fur pricks the snow-white skin, and bursts of sweet frankincense seem to shoot out from the pores.On the wrist is a small gold watch half the size of a copper dollar, and is tied with a small gold chain with a centipede lock.With flesh-coloured silk stockings under his feet, he set off a pair of pointed leather shoes made of South American rattlesnake skin.The rose-purple dancing hat with the curly brim was taken off on his head, revealing the radiant black hair, which was neatly cut and looked like a handsome man, but he was a little more beautiful than a handsome man.Smile and your shoulders tremble; swallow a sip of saliva, and the smile on your face moves; take a breath, your chest rises and falls without restraint, the ups and downs are so indescribably beautiful.Say "What?" The neck is slightly crooked, so playful; Say "Really?" A row of white teeth are exposed, all of which are made of pearls. ... What about Zhao Ziyue in her eyes?It is probably similar to Mr. Zhao Ziyue in our eyes, but his face is reflected more purple by the reflection of the red and green jacket under the electric light. Zhao Ziyue couldn't see her beauty in a few minutes, and couldn't think of an appropriate word to describe her in his mind.He just felt that all the images of beauties accumulated in his mind over the years were wiped out, and they were not as beautiful as her. "Ma'am, what's your surname?" Zhao Ziyue finally remembered to speak. "Tan Yu'e. I know you, your surname is Zhao!" She smiled. "How do you know me, Ms. Tan?" "Who doesn't know you? There's a photo of you injured in the newspaper!" "Really?" .He said in his heart: "If she reads that newspaper, can other women not see it? Then, how many girls must have looked at our photos and died of emaciation?!" "I saw your photo, and I—" Tan Yu'e lowered her head and gently twisted the handle of the watch, her face flushed slightly. "I don't love you, I'm a buffalo! No! Camel! Pooh; gray horse!" "I've known you!" "Love burns like a raging fire, burning all the shackles of society! If you have a heart, you can do anything!" Zhao Ziyue couldn't think of what to say for a while, so he had to read two lines of Zhou Shaolian's new poem. "I understand you!" Ms. Tan repeated. ………… The two talked for more than one hour, and they left the Xingyu Tea House holding hands.Zhao Ziyue looked up at the sky, and there was not a single star in the sky that didn't smile at him with his lips pursed.In the shadow of the backlight, he kissed her hand. Zhao Ziyue tossed and turned all night without closing his eyes, his lips were always numb and crisp like a bug crawling, when he rolled up his upper lip and smelled it, there was still a slight lingering fragrance from the back of Ms Tan's hand.He barely closed his eyes until the chicken crowed: his little-footed daughter-in-law with disheveled hair was driving Ms. Tan away with an iron picket. In a blink of an eye, Ms. Wang stopped Ms. Tan from the opposite side with her bare socks covered in blood. .The unreasonable little-legged woman raised the iron hoe and hoed at Ms. Tan's neck.He straightened his neck, broke out in a cold sweat, and slammed his head against the railing of the iron bed.He rubbed his head, sat up in a panic with blank eyes, and the morning light was already shining outside the window. "It takes a long time to get things done, do it quickly!" He muttered to himself, hurriedly put on his clothes, wiped his face with cold water, walked out of the hotel and went straight to the telegraph office. The street was quiet, the movie park and the Luozi hall were all silent. He thought the Japanese Concession was dead.Then there were gusts of dawn wind that smelled of opium, and the sound of "shuffling the cards" radiated from time to time inside the small green door hung with small glass lamps. He felt a little more at ease in his heart. After all, the true spirit of the Japanese Concession has not all dead. It was only half past six when he arrived at the telegraph office, and the gate was closed so that not a single gleam of light could come through.The big clock on the door steadily moved forward minute by minute. He looked at his watch, it was also so slow, helpless!The sun seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with people, poking its head out of the clouds for a while, and hiding in for a while, which made Zhao Ziyue suspicious: "The progress of this marriage is not like the sun that comes out and goes in at a time! "It's eight o'clock!Zhao Ziyue chanted "Amitabha Buddha!" ​​and watched the gate of the telegraph office open with dignity and cruelty.With the courage and piety to go to the God of Wealth Temple to burn the first incense, he ran in and sent a telegram to his father: saying that he needs money for business, and it is extremely urgent! After typing the telegram, I feel much happier, and I want to go to Ms. Tan to discuss all the preparations for the wedding ceremony. "But, where does she live?" Haha!have no idea!Yesterday I just talked about love and forgot to ask her address!This blow reminded him of his nightmare at night, and he trembled while leaning on the oak cane: "God! Grandma Chenghuang! If you want to dislike Zhao Tieniu, you might as well kill him! Don't be so joking. Wow!" There seemed to be no other way but to cry. After looking at the new mandarin jacket, I couldn't bear to let my tears stain the dragon on my chest; so I burned my eye sockets dry with all my body's firepower. Although this little autonomy will not help the marriage. , but after all worthy of the newly bought mandarin jacket! "Yes!" He suddenly squeezed out an idea from the deepest part of his mind: "Let's find Zhou Shaolian and ask him to tell us a fortune teller! Sincerity is spiritual! God! I'm not pious, I'm a dead dog! Even if I can figure it out by touch Isn’t it easy to find where you live? Yes!” "Yes, yes, yes, yes..." He weaved "yes" into a set of military music, his feet beat the beat, and he arrived at Shenyi University with black smoke billowing all the way, sweating all the way. Shenyi University has already started school, Zhao Ziyue didn't even announce the numbered room, and rushed in with his back straightened. "Old Zhou! Shaolian!" Zhao Ziyue called outside Zhou Shaolian's dormitory. No one in the room agreed, Zhao Zi said looking in through the glass window, Zhou Shaolian was practicing meditation on the bed surrounded by a quilt, his whole body was motionless, like a small clay sculpture of a thin Bodhisattva. "Sister!" Zhao Ziyue murmured in a low voice, "I'm damned, twist my thighs with us every time!" "Come in! Come on! Ziyue!" Zhou Shaolian yelled in a small high-pitched voice. "Did I disturb you?" "It's nothing, come in!" Zhou Shaolian got out of bed and put on the big clothes. "Old Zhou! I beg you to have a divination, is that okay?" Zhao Ziyue covered his nose with his hands and said eagerly. Zhou Shaolian was busy opening a window. If he hadn't seen Zhao Ziyue covering his nose, he could sit there for a whole day without thinking of changing the air. "What's the matter? Tell me! You don't need to divination for what you already know in your heart! You need to plan!" Zhou Shaolian said while making the bed.The so-called tidying up the quilt means laying out the quilt again so that you can drill in at night without any trouble. "Cough! Shao Lian! You and my fellow countrymen, you have to help—" "What's the big deal?" "Tell the truth! I met a girl yesterday, surnamed Tan, and we are going to get married. Let me ask you, do you know her?" "Surname Tan?—" "You know her?" "I don't know! Let me tell you one thing first," Zhou Shaolian said, "Yan Naibo has already told me to ask you to teach English. When do you want to arrive?" "I don't have time to think about that now!" Zhao Ziyue said anxiously. Zhou Shaolian frantically rinsed his mouth and washed his face, but was speechless for a long time.Zhao Ziyue couldn't remember how much he frowned. "Haha!" Zhou Shaolian said with a smile while wiping his face, "I have an idea!—" "Say it!" "—Let's go to Yan Naibo first. You get to know him slowly, and when you become familiar with him, he will be able to do that for you. If she is a prostitute, he will know—" "She's not a prostitute! A female student!" "Whether it's a female student or a prostitute, anyway, Yan Naibo can handle it! Officials are the most—" "I went to his house to be a teacher, how can I tell the host about this?" Zhao Ziyue said anxiously. "Don't be too busy, listen to me!" Zhou Shaolian said triumphantly: "Officials respect people who marry concubines and raise children the most. As soon as you tell Yan Naibo, he will definitely admire you. Once he admires you, not only will he help you , and maybe get closer and closer, and I will find you an errand. If you become an official, another great man will come out of Mancheng County in Zhili. Look at how honorable it is to have a great man, a poet, in a county! My silly countryman!" "Old Zhou, you have roots! Go! Go find Yan Naibo!"