January 1, 1919, winter of the eighth year of the Republic of China, Beijing.
The sky was overcast, and there were densely packed rickshaws and horse-drawn carriages parked outside the Qianmen Railway Station.
The drivers had their hands folded and their necks hunched over, sitting on the mats of the dustpans of foreign carts, pulling here and there.
There is still snow on the roadside, and the Zhengyangmen Archery Tower stands majestically in the distance, showing the grandeur and decay of the old imperial capital.
The train from Fengtian pulled into the station.
Under the huge locomotive, the steel crankshaft and connecting rods swing rhythmically, driving the red wheels forward slowly.
Large clouds of steam are emitted, and the platform is covered with white mist.
The door of the third-class compartment opened, and the conductor wearing a golden hat jumped out first with a small flag, followed by passengers from outside the customs carrying large baggage and small luggage wearing bloated winter clothes.
Chen Zikun jumped off the train carrying his bedroll.
He did not rush to the exit of the station.
He walked to the locomotive first and carefully looked at this rough and evil steel behemoth.
"What the fuck, why is this big iron lump so powerful?"
He took off his dog-skin hat and scratched his messy hair, and exclaimed in sincere amazement.
A little boy of five or six years old ran over excitedly and stood next to the locomotive, shouting in Wu Nong's soft language.
His pink face was flushed under a woolen tiger head hat and he shouted: "Ah Sister, come and see, you look so white."
He just turned around and shouted, not noticing that he had reached the edge of the platform.
Suddenly his feet were in the air, and his arms were firmly grasped by a pair of strong hands.
"Pay attention" Seeing that the little boy was about to fall off the platform, Chen Zikun grabbed him.
The little boy's sister hurried after him.
This is a petite girl with a round face, about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a blue cotton robe of indanthrine, and a long snow-white woolen scarf around her neck, covering her mouth and nose, only revealing a pair of bright eyes.
Curved like a smile.
I had never seen such a slender and nimble girl in the forest, sea and snowy fields of Changbai Mountain.
Chen Zikun's eyes immediately froze.
"Thank you."
The girl's voice was soft and waxy, with a lingering sound.
Chen Zikun, who was in a state of infatuation, scratched his head stupidly and was speechless.
He watched helplessly as the girl pulled the little boy away.
The blue figure was as slender as a small willow tree.
"What a fool.
When people say thank you to you, you don't even know a few polite words, and you start chatting with them.
What a waste."
Chen Zikun raised his hand and slapped himself in the mouth.
In the distance, the parents of the two siblings were bargaining with the servants who were carrying luggage at the station.
There were two large rattan boxes and several leather suitcases and cloth bundles piled on the ground.
The husband was polite, wearing long robes and glasses, and the wife was wearing furs and had high cheekbones.
Lips, the charm is still there, and there is an old woman with big hands and feet following behind.
Seeing a pair of children coming back, the wife scolded the girl: "Let Nong take good care of my brother.
What did Nong do?
There are many people at the train station.
How can I be kidnapped by someone?"
The girl lowered her head and twisted her clothes without saying anything.
At this time, the gentleman and the servant agreed on the price and said gently: "Okay, okay, Mr.
Chen is still waiting for us, let's go."
The family walked towards the exit of the station, but no one noticed a guy carrying a bedroll and wearing a dog-skin hat following furtively a few feet behind them.
There was a bustling crowd at the exit of the station.
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The girl's family was blocked at the door.
The station was crowded.
The girl held her brother's hand tightly.
The wife whispered something to the old woman in a low voice.
Her face was clouded and she seemed very unhappy.
Sir, it's hot My glasses were foggy, and when I was taking them off to wipe them, a white-faced man wearing a top hat shouted: "Don't squeeze, don't squeeze," but he didn't stop walking.
He bumped into the gentleman, took off his top hat and said politely: "I'm sorry.
What about you?"
He spoke with an authentic Capital accent.
"It's okay."
The gentleman's Mandarin has a distinct southern flavor.
The white-faced man turned around and walked away, smiling proudly at his accomplices in the dark.
Suddenly, a pair of iron-like hands grabbed his neck.
He tried to turn back but couldn't.
He watched helplessly as another hand reached into his arms.
He took out the wallet that he had just received and hadn't warmed yet.
The hand loosened, and the white-faced man turned around to see that he was actually a tall and powerful man from outside the customs.
The strong dragon had not suppressed the local snake yet.
He couldn't swallow this breath.
Just when he was about to cause trouble, he suddenly saw a soldier wearing a blue and gray military uniform coming from behind.
He knew that it was a soldier from the road protection army of the Ministry of Transportation, and his backing station.
The police department never dealt with him, so he quickly stopped and said, "Boy, you have the guts," and quickly turned around and left.
When the girl's family left the station, a man in a woolen coat came up to them and said with a smile: "Brother Zhimin, you are finally here.
I can see through the autumn water."
The husband also smiled and said: "Brother Zhongfu, you are well.
I see that you are still as charming as ever.
This is my wife, and I have a pair of children."
Then he introduced to his wife: "This is Mr.
Chen Duxiu, the dean of liberal arts at Peking University, whom I have often mentioned to you."
When the wife saw that the person who came was a decent professor, her worries disappeared and she smiled gently and said: "Hello, Professor Chen, our old Lin often mentions you, and I have heard you as a mature person.
You are quiet, elegant, and charming."
"Hello, Uncle Chen."
A pair of children shouted cleverly.
Chen Duxiu laughed heartily, and Mr.
Lin also laughed heartily.
Suddenly he saw the servant helping them carry their luggage humbly smiling at the side, and hurriedly said: "Oh, I forgot to give you money."
He reached into his pocket to take it out.
There is still a shadow of a wallet.
"Oh no, there is a letter of appointment from the Ministry of Education in the wallet, as well as two hundred yuan bills.
This, this, this, what should I do?"
Mr.
Lin was so anxious that he broke into sweat.
"How can I not be careful?"
The wife's eyebrows were raised and she went crazy on the spot.
"Sir, you dropped your wallet."
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An unkempt and bearded man came up from behind and handed over his wallet.
Mr.
Lin hurriedly answered: "Thank you."
He took out two one-yuan notes issued by the Bank of Communications from his wallet and handed them over.
The man didn't even look at the money, and said solemnly: "Be careful next time."
The wife pressed Mr.
Lin's hand holding the banknote down, changed her smile and said, "Thank you, Nong."
The girl and little boy also said very well, "Thank you, uncle."
Chen Zikun's originally complacent heart felt as if a ladle of cold water had been poured on him.
"Uncle, I am so young."
He stroked his beard and felt sad.
He forgot all the words he had prepared to pick up a conversation, so he could only say with a straight face.
Holding his fists, he strode away boldly.
Mr.
Lin looked at his back and praised: "So the process of enlightenment, the first good thing, starts from the capital.
Beijing is indeed the first good place."
Chen Duxiu said: "Brother Zhimin has such a profound foundation in Chinese studies, why not come to our Peking University and become a professor."
"With Brother Zhongfu here, how can I dare to do whatever I want?
It's enough to serve as a minor official in the Ministry of Education."
Mr.
Lin said with a smile.
"Don't delay, let's go back.
The house is ready.
It's in Houzhai Alley, Shihuma Street."
Chen Duxiu helped lift a suitcase and waved three rickshaws over.
Not far away, Chen Zikun, who was pretending to be packing his clothes, kept this address in his mind
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