It took Chen Zikun three full days to get rid of the role of Julian.
When he went to bed the first two nights, the sad and romantic scene on the Tianjin pier always appeared in his mind, the ship in the night, Miss Yao's pear blossoms and the rain.
Her beautiful face and that earth-shattering kiss.
Whenever this happens, Chen Zikun will smack his lips and reminisce about the wonderful taste, and then sigh with emotion: "It's so hard for a hero to be a beauty."
One time, Myolie saw him smacking his lips, and curiously asked him, "What good food did you eat, and why do you always smack your lips?"
This made Chen Zikun blush on the spot.
Miss Yao gave me a large roll of colorful banknotes, including not only China Banknotes, but also British pounds and U.S. dollars.
One pound can be exchanged for seven and a half oceans, and one dollar can be exchanged for three oceans.
The total amount of money is at least three to four hundred yuan.
For money, Chen Zikun asked Xiao Shunzi to go to HSBC and Citibank to exchange all the foreign currency into foreign currency.
He also added three foreign cars and some belongings.
The scale of Ziguang Automobile Factory became larger and larger.
As for the jewelry, he carefully collected it, looking forward to returning it to its original owner one day.
Hearing from Xiao Shunzi that Miss Yao had appeared at the Liuguo Hotel in the past few days, Chen Zikun couldn't help but worry about her, but then he thought about it, she is the daughter of the deputy minister of the Ministry of Communications.
If she can't solve anything, she still has to use herself.
What does a coolie worry about?
Time passed like this day by day.
Every day Chen Zikun would go to Lin's house on Shihuangma Street to wait for Lin Wenjing, but he never waited for her.
Ever since the fireworks show, Miss Lin had not left the house or walked out of the door.
She was obediently reviewing her homework at home.
Of course, Chen Zikun didn't know that Lin's mother reported the incident last time.
Mr.
Lin scolded his daughter severely and punished her not to go out for the entire winter vacation.
Despite this, Chen Zikun still went to the alley entrance to wait for a while every day.
Mr.
Lin and Mrs.
Lin left early in the morning and came home late every day, busy with various dinner parties and card games.
Naturally, they did not know that there was such a number one person like him, but the gatekeeper Zhang But Bo was on standby every day, holding a big broom in his hand and always ready to beat this evil-minded coachman out.
After waiting another whole morning in vain, Chen Zikun pulled the car and was about to leave.
Suddenly, he heard someone shouting from behind: "Foreign car."
Looking back, I saw it was Director Li from the Peking University Library.
Li Dazhao also recognized Chen Zikun and said with a kind smile: "It's Xiao Chen.
Have you just come back or are you going out?"
Chen Zikun said: "Mr.
Li, I am no longer pulling the cart in Lin Mansion."
"Oh, now" "Towing cars at the depot."
Li Dazhao seemed to be quite interested.
He got on the car and continued chatting with Chen Zikun.
He asked him how much money he had to pay to the car factory every month, how much he could have left, whether it was enough for food and so on.
Chen Zikun had been hanging around the streets these days with the guys who pulled the car.
They exchanged a lot of experiences and said: "Pull a cart just to make a living.
You can earn two more while you are young.
No matter how fast you can pull a cart now, you might end up dead on the road in the future."
Li Dazhao said with emotion: "There is no need for capital or skills to operate a rickshaw.
Farmers who have lost their land and bankrupt urban civilians are all engaged in this industry.
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There are too many monks and too little food to make.
How much money can be made?
Why not come to the alley entrance every day during working hours?"
Pull me over and pick me up at Peking University after get off work.
I'll pay you monthly, what do you think?"
Chen Zikun said: "Mr.
Li is a good person, so let's make an agreement.
I will pick you up and drop you off on time.
If it's too late, I will ask a friend to do it for me."
Li Dazhao smiled and nodded.
While walking and chatting, they unknowingly arrived outside a house.
Li Dazhao got out of the driveway and said, "Wait for me here."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
Chen Zikun put the rickshaw in a sheltered place next to the screen wall and sat down to rest.
A moment later, another foreign car drove up.
A man in a suit paid the fare and hurried in.
Chen Zikun recognized him.
The person who came was none other than Chen Duxiu, the director of the liberal arts section of Peking University.
"Whose mansion is this?"
Chen Zikun looked up at the door.
There was a wooden sign with two words written on it: Cai's House.
Half an hour later, Li Dazhao and Chen Duxiu came out with angry faces, followed by an old man in a robe and mantle, who was Mr.
Cai Yuanpei, the president of Peking University.
Chen Zikun stood up quickly, dusted the car seat with a towel, and waited for Mr.
Li to get on the car.
Cai Yuanpei and Li Chen whispered: "This is a telegram sent by Liang Qichao from Paris, and Lin Changmin personally forwarded it to me , you should spread the word as soon as possible and let students know what happened at the peace conference."
Suddenly he saw Chen Zikun, he smiled and said: "This worker, we meet again."
Li Dazhao said: "Principal Cai knows him."
Cai Yuanpei said: "Of course we know each other, are Liu Shipei and Gu Hongming's disciples, but the two teachers have very different opinions.
They say that you are fishing for three days and drying nets for two days, and your absenteeism is serious."
Chen Zikun scratched his head, a little embarrassed.
Li Dazhao answered for him: "For a coachman, the loss of two hours less work every day is extremely huge, and it cannot be compensated by learning a few more words."
Cai Yuanpei was convinced and sighed: "Shou Chang has studied the livelihood issues of the working class very thoroughly."
A gust of cold wind blew, and Cai Yuanpei smiled and said, "We'll talk about it tomorrow if we have anything to do.
I won't send you far away."
Chen Duxiu and Li Dazhao got into the car, and Chen Zikun pulled up the rickshaw and drove away.
Cai Yuanpei stood at the gate and watched them leave.
Seeing Chen Zikun bending to pull the rickshaw, a familiar feeling suddenly flashed through his mind.
Feel.
When they arrived at the Red Building of Peking University, Chen and Li got out of the car.
Li Dazhao said, "Come in and have a rest before leaving."
Chen Zikun readily agreed, and as the two entered the Red Building, even though it was winter vacation, there were still many students staying in the school to read and study.
Several students who were talking loudly in the corridor saw Chen Duxiu and Li Dazhao coming in, and they immediately shouted: "Classmates, the latest news from Paris has arrived."
Chen and Li quickly entered the library.
The students quickly surrounded them and discussed the current situation eagerly.
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Chen Zikun squatted by the radiator, took out two steamed buns from his arms and roasted them on the radiator, and heard Words such as "President Wilson" and "Fourteen Statements" were heard from the crowd, and the college students were all excited, as if they had been given a shot of blood.
Suddenly, a familiar figure came into view.
Assistant Mao was standing on the ladder, using a feather duster to clean the dust on the bookshelf.
There were several patches on the gown, and the stitching was very thick.
It seemed that he had mended it himself.
When Assistant Mao got off the ladder, Chen Zikun greeted: "Brother Mao, have you eaten?"
"Eat."
Assistant Mao replied, but his stomach growled.
He immediately smiled sheepishly and said, "I ate in the morning, but now I'm hungry again."
Chen Zikun handed him a steamed bun: "Take it."
Assistant Mao hesitated for a moment, then took the wotou and said thank you.
He took his large enamel jar, filled it with hot water and handed it to Chen Zikun: "Drink some boiled water."
The two of them were squatting by the heater, eating steamed buns and drinking boiled water.
Chen Zikun said, "Brother Mao, why don't you discuss the current situation with them?"
Assistant Mao shook his head and said: "There is no mutual agreement between Taoists and Taoists.
There is nothing to talk about with them."
Chen Zikun asked: "What are they talking about?"
Assistant Mao said: "They are discussing the Paris Peace Conference.
Xiao Chen, let me ask you a question.
There is a group of wolves, tigers and leopards in the forest, which specialize in feeding on weak animals.
One day, a new lion came and said that I If I don’t eat small animals, I will support you small animals.”
Before he finished speaking, Chen Zikun curled his lips and said: "The lion is fooling them.
How can he live without eating small animals?
Is he a vegetarian?"
Assistant Mao smiled and said: "Yes, even you understand the truth, but these Peking University students don't understand.
Putting their hopes on that new lion, you think it's ridiculous or not?
What do I have to do with such people?"
Easy to talk about.”
Chen Zikun extended his thumb and praised: "Brother Mao, I admire you."
Assistant Mao smiled and shook his head, lowering his head to eat the steamed bun.
"I say, it's time for you to find a wife.
Look at your poor craftsmanship."
Chen Zikun changed the topic and pointed to the crooked patch on Assistant Mao's cotton robe.
Assistant Mao smiled again and rubbed the patches, his face flushed with happiness.
Yes, how could Gongyou Chen know that these patches were made by Kai Hui?
"I will leave Beijing next month."
Assistant Mao said.
"Why, the work is not satisfactory?"
Chen Zikun asked.
"Although I only have eight yuan a month, for a single person, I can feed myself and the whole family is not hungry.
I feel that Beijing is no longer suitable for my development.
I want to return to Hunan and create a new world for me by the Xiangjiang River. " Assistant Mao's eyes shone with a deep light, and he clenched his fists gently.
"Eat quickly, it's already cold."
Chen Zikun drank boiled water and bit into the steamed bun, not noticing Assistant Mao's ambition.
After a short rest, Chen Zikun cheered up and said goodbye to Assistant Mao.
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He went out to pull the car and was about to leave when he saw Xu Er squatting in the corner and writing and drawing in a small book with a pen tip and a stuck on his face.
Glasses, but if you look closely, they are just eye frames without lenses.
Chen Zikun walked over quietly, grabbed the small book in Xu's hand, and read the words on it loudly: "Cats hunt mice, dogs guard gates, people without jobs are not as good as cats and dogs.
I want to sleep with Cuilian, hahaha, Xu Second, who is Cuilian?"
Xu Er's face was red, and he rushed over to grab the small notebook in Chen Zikun's hand.
He was short and couldn't grab it even if he jumped up.
He shouted anxiously: "Chen, give me back the notebook."
Chen Zikun laughed loudly.
After teasing him enough, he threw the book back and drove away with the rickshaw.
However, he was secretly surprised that Xu Er could actually know so many words.
It seemed that he was going to catch up.
Having made up his mind, he immediately ran to Liu Shipei's house.
Professor Liu was slightly displeased when he saw that he came to the door after so long, and asked him: "I have finished reading the lecture notes on the history of medieval Chinese literature that I gave you."
Chen Zikun didn't touch the book at all these days, but he lied: "I've finished reading."
Liu Shipei has been teaching for many years.
How could he not see that he was lying?
He coughed a few times and sneered: "Okay, I'll give you a test paper.
If you can answer 30% of the test questions, I will believe you.
If you can't, I will give you a test paper."
I won’t come again.”
After saying that, he took a test paper to test him.
Chen Zikun took a look at it and couldn't help but take a breath.
He knew all the Chinese characters on it, but when they were put together, he was completely confused.
He scratched his head and scratched his head for a long time.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in front of him.
All the answers to these test questions seemed to be stored in his mind.
He wrote like a master, filling out the test paper, and even completed the last piece of composition.
Liu Shipei took the test paper and looked at it.
He was secretly amazed and said: "This is the Chinese graduation test question for a Shanghai private middle school.
You answered all of them and wrote such a colorful article.
It seems that your memory has been restored
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