The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

The "Shanghai Morning Post" was closed for a day that day, and some people complained about why the newspaper had a printing error and stopped publication at this critical moment in the plot.

When the publication resumed on the second day, many people habitually went to the novel section first when they got the newspaper, only to see that "Our World", which usually occupied almost the entire page, had disappeared.

Many people did the same thing today, flipping through the newspaper from beginning to end.I opened it up page by page, but only a few short stories occupied the place where "Our World" used to be.

In the end, the only relevant thing I found was the cessation of serialization announcement with only a few lines.

From now on, the serialization of the novel "Our World" written by Qian Fengmingyue will stop indefinitely.

The newspaper's phone was ringing off the hook that day, one hung up and the next came in immediately.

Some politely asked, why is the novel not serialized? Is something wrong with the author?Physical reason?

Some cursed and lost their temper on the phone. I don't know which young master is so rude.

Editor-in-Chief He didn't do anything that day, he just answered the phone, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and unplugged the phone line, and the newspaper got peace.

He contacted Xu Shaoting again, and it was Xu Yanran who answered the phone. After learning that Xu Shaoting already had a safe place to go, the stone that weighed on him the most in Editor-in-Chief He's heart fell to the ground.

After careful questioning, Xu Yanran said that there was a relative who was a British military officer in the Ministry of Industry, and she lived with him temporarily.

Editor-in-Chief He also said that it was a good idea. The Japanese ignored the Chinese laws and regulations, because the Shanghai Stock Exchange had signed unequal contracts with foreign military personnel.For example, when foreign soldiers commit crimes in the Shanghai stock market, the Shanghai police do not have the right to arrest or judge them. These foreign soldiers are all judged by their own country.

In the same way, if they are blessed by British military officers, it will be like a fox pretending to be a tiger, so that the other party needs to weigh whether it has violated the rights of British soldiers in China.

After getting a call from Shaoting's new residence, Editor-in-Chief He called again.Only two telephones were installed on the first floor of the apartment, and Shaoting was called down by the landlord.

After answering the phone, he was first comforted by Editor-in-Chief He, who said he was fine and thought about it very much.

Editor-in-Chief He didn't believe it, and felt that it was a great shame for literati to suffer the suspension of publication and serialization, and was deeply afraid that Xu Shaoting would get into the horns.

I had no choice but to accept editor-in-chief He's kindness, and listened to a lot of comforting words, including "this Japanese can still control the world", "serialization after the limelight has passed", and so on.

"Just say in the newspaper that you are unwell, so the serialization is temporarily suspended."

"Why not," Shaoting shook his head, "I will start a new novel, and it will be the same if I change my pen name."

"You mean," Editor-in-Chief He considered, "We won't write "Our World"?"

Hearing the disappointed tone of Editor-in-Chief He, who couldn't hide it no matter what, Shao Ting said: "I'll finish writing "Our World" first, and it will only take three months."

"It just so happens that these three months have avoided the limelight and written slowly, which is also to give myself a vacation. When I finish writing "Our World" at home, it will be the second half of the year, and I will start a new novel under a different pen name."

"In short, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, and there will always be a solution."

Editor-in-chief He, who was comforted by Xu Shaoting again, could only agree with this idea.

But before hanging up the phone, he still said in a deep voice: "This matter... is indeed a disgrace to China. We write a novel by ourselves, and we still need the Japanese to nod in agreement!"

Hanging up the phone, these words touched Shao Ting. He wanted to say that as long as he survived for 20 years, Huaxia would be just the Huaxia of Chinese people, and there would be no need for foreigners to decide.

But 20 years later, whether the people around him are still there, where and what situation will he be in.

At this moment, he suddenly grew up again. From a young man who drifted along with the crowd and was brought along by his family, he instantly understood that his destiny journey as a Chinese people was so disturbing in this era.

What Editor-in-Chief He said today, Shaoting did not tell anyone, but it was like swallowing a block of cold and clogged lead.

Let him, a young man who came a hundred years later, who doesn't care about everything and has no pursuit, be filled with a heavy and profound feeling that he has never experienced before, about a certain feeling for this country and this era. His heart sank heavily.

Shen Lingjun probably noticed this kind of subtle change, but like Editor-in-Chief He, he thought it was the suspension of serialization that caused him to do so.

Going out during the day allows him to write between writing, and he must also remember to get up and exercise his body and eat some fruits to supplement his nutrition.

As for drinks, Shen Lingjun believed that he should lead by example.

Shao Ting also asked him: "It's almost finished, do you want to buy some more?"

He vowed, "You can just buy milk. Drinking too much is bad for your health."

It made Shao Ting look at him speechlessly, obviously this was the one who had a bottle of drink every day, and then belatedly realized that at Shen Lingjun's current age, if he didn't go to school in advance, he should be a senior student.

It is a young man who should still enjoy his youth and carefree time after a hundred years.

Even a hundred years later, people will still be ridiculed when you step into society at this age, you children in your early 20s.

But this is 1930, the period of the Republic of China when ten-year-old children were sent out to find ways to make money. It was the era when they were enlisted in the army when they were teenagers, and they were transferred from the empire on which the sun never sets to foreign countries that they had never been to.

In the era of war, the era of poverty and backwardness, you are not qualified to be a child.

--

Since the night when Saburo Mochizuki burned the newspaper, more than half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.In the past half month, Xu Yanran and Zhang's had already been prepared to be embarrassed, and it was not that they had not thought about simply moving out of the Shanghai stock market.But under many considerations, coupled with Aalto's sworn asylum remarks, Xu Yanran temporarily held back the idea of ​​moving her family to Hong Kong Island.

Maybe it was really boiled frogs in warm water. Except for the violent act of burning newspapers and banning serialization, it can be said that everything was calm afterwards. Gradually, everyone related to Shaoting and Qianfengmingyue also felt more or less fortunately:

It was really just the content of the novel that made Mochizuki Saburo unhappy. Now that so many days have passed, as long as it is no longer serialized, there must be no follow-up to this matter. They also thought too much, and even suspected that Shaoting would be taken away.

After all, apart from writing novels, Shaoting can do nothing.

Xu Yanran and Mrs. Zhang thought so as close relatives, and Editor-in-Chief He thought so too. Even Shen Lingjun relaxed his vigilance. After all, when the Ministry of Industry saw Mochizuki siblings, Haruko was working hard for her brother as usual.

Mochizuki gradually fished for three days and posted on the net for two days. Occasionally, I saw him smelling of alcohol, indulging in various dinners and interpersonal interactions. It seemed that his daily life was very rich—at least he didn’t seem to be thinking about novels.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and Shen Lingjun's white colleagues are complaining endlessly about the change that the Shanghai stock market will enter summer.

His superior officer sat by the window with his collar unbuttoned, cursing how he would live until June, since it was only May.

Then she spoke in a yellow accent and said, "If it weren't for the Huaxia girl's oriental style, who would want to come to this poor and backward land."

After the words fell, many colleagues followed up the topic. A group of men chatted about women with no respect for their words.Shen Lingjun had never participated in such a topic, and he also knew that they would occasionally use arrogant and derogatory comments on him in private, and at that time his white colleagues would immediately laugh at his race.

Don't mind at all?

When I was young, I fought with others because of this, and I also asked my parents separately why I left my homeland and went to a country that was destined not to integrate into it?

His father replied to him: "A man's ambition is everywhere, you go to the place where you can flex your muscles, not for the sake of stability and mediocrity from now on."

Shen Lingjun felt at that time that his father hadn't faced the essence of the problem directly, and he would always remember it from his mother...

His mother, who resolutely divorced his father and was puzzled by everyone, was always a woman with a slightly indifferent expression but firm eyes. Facing the question of the young Shen Lingjun, she lowered her eyes, and she looked long and sadly into the distance.

He will always remember the look on his mother's face at that moment.

Colleagues are all talking about women, and the words they use are even more inconsistent with the spirit of a gentleman. If they continue to stay silent, the incompatibility will become more and more obvious, so they are very self-aware and find an excuse to leave the lounge, and simply go to the balcony at the end of the corridor in a daze .

When I got off work, I thought that I promised to take the little writer at home to Lishunde to eat milk ice cream today. If it happened in half an hour, I felt good from now on.

At some point, his friend Jack stood beside him, tilted his head and said abruptly, "Ryan, are you in a relationship?"

Shen Lingjun didn't react, and asked him instead: "Why do you ask like that?"

Jack said: "One second I was expressionless, and the next second my eyes and mouth were smiling for no reason. According to my observation, this happens very frequently recently. It's not about being in a relationship, but there is also someone I like, and it's progressing smoothly. "

Shen Lingjun shook his head, Ryan didn't believe it, and kept asking questions. Seeing that it was time to get off work, he couldn't stand this guy pestering him, so he replied: "I just made an appointment for dinner with a very good friend, so I am very happy."

Jack wowed loudly: "This time we are good friends, how about last time?"

Shen Lingjun, however, was like a loach, slipping away without stopping.

Jack didn't believe what this person said, and he didn't ask if his friend was a man or a woman. He thought it must be a girl with outstanding looks. After all, it was recognized that Ryan had a very high vision. When he turned around, he saw Mochizuki who had been discussed by men. Miss Haruko.

This Miss Haruko looked very good, Jack subconsciously smiled gently and kindly, and then looked at the girl without any change.As usual every time I saw him, she still bent over him like a frightened sparrow, and before he could say anything, she ran away in a hurry.

He thought about it for a moment, and gave an evaluation. It was boring and boring, and it was not as interesting as her brother's eccentricity.

--

Since May, the sun has been setting later every day. When I moved in last month, it was already dark at this time, and now the afterglow of the sunset is still there.

Shao Ting heard the horn of the car downstairs, looked out of the window, and met the eyes of the person who got out of the car and looked up.

Both of them could not restrain their smiles, and Shen Lingjun, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat and acting as the driver, teased: "Ms. Xu gave me a Dodge car for my use. I was a little moved, not my aunt is better than my aunt. "

"Thinking about it now, it turned out that I was asked to be the driver for her nephew."

The two lived together for more than half a month, and the relationship between them was a little bit closer than the original relationship of being a teacher and brother. There was a little bit of politeness between each other, but now it is completely gone.

Shaoting didn't take Shen Lingjun's words seriously, but still said: "Then you pick the expensive ones at night."

Shen Lingjun smiled and said, "I should invite you."

Thinking that Shen Lingjun took the title of senior brother, so when he said this, Shao Ting still said euphemistically: "I have no place to spend my manuscript fee, and my aunt replaced it with gold bars and deposited it in the bank."

Shen Lingjun opened his mouth, originally wanting to say that his monthly salary could not be spent in hundreds of oceans, but when he heard the word "gold bars", he seemed to lose face for some reason, and suddenly thought in his heart, can he afford such gold?

He quickly suppressed the next thought.

He only said jokingly: "I will not be polite to you, but I am a few years older than you, but my savings is not as good as yours. I am really ashamed."

The young writer said to him sincerely: "Don't be so humble, brother, at your age, I have never seen anyone who is more outstanding than you."

It's always like this, looking at him with a look of admiration...

For a moment, Shen Lingjun opened his mouth to say something, but finally swallowed it on the tip of his tongue, because he felt that it was not suitable to say it in the current scene.

Even Shao Ting sensed that there was something on his mind, and thought he had something on his mind, so he shut his mouth wisely, leaving a quiet space for Shen Lingjun to think.

What they don't know is that although the two of them are very close, they still have nothing in common in terms of thinking.

When they arrived in Lishunde, the two of them took their seats, and the waiter brought drinks and pre-dinner bread, before Shen Lingjun considered it and said: "Shaoting, I am very happy to be with you."

Taking a sip of his drink, Xu Shaoting suddenly felt a little embarrassed. The man had already continued: "I will have dinner with you after get off work at five o'clock, and I will be happy from two o'clock."

"But in fact, facing you, I will always—"

The conversation stopped abruptly.

The stop was so abrupt that even Shao Ting was puzzled, and saw the young man sitting across from him with cold eyes, looking behind him even though it was not hostile but definitely not kind.

Before he could turn his head and wonder who Shen Lingjun saw, the people behind him had already stepped forward and sat down beside Shen Lingjun.

With a slender figure, she always bows slightly—just like what she does the most on weekdays, bowing and bending, saying "I'm sorry" in Japanese or English or Chinese.

The white people in the Ministry of Industry and Commerce are very puzzled by this. They don't understand why women in this country are always not apologizing, or on the way to apologize?

However, Shaoting didn't know how to look at Miss Mochizuki Haruko. Before, she was regarded as an intruder with Mochizuki Saburo, and Shen Lingjun was the same.

Later, they learned about what Qingzi had done from Shen Lingjun, and neither of them realized that they sympathized with this woman from the standpoint of male gender dominance.

Just because she was a woman, even Mochizuki Haruko made them feel pitiful.

Shaoting sighed, he still hated Mochizuki Saburo, but he softened his expression and politely shouted: "Miss Haruko."

Shen Lingjun also looked at her, and at the same time looked around calmly, but did not see any suspicious person, and the quail-like Miss Haruko next to her also unexpectedly changed her usual aura.

Frightened and cautiously disappeared, she became silent and reticent. After sitting down silently, if she hadn't responded to Shaoting's greeting and nodded, she would have been like a stone statue beside Shen Lingjun.

She was no longer soft, but hard and silent.

Shen Lingjun and Shaoting also just watched her quietly for the time being, and did not speak out rashly. The silent and unspeakable atmosphere of the three of them at the table was still broken by Mochizuki Haruko.

"Mr. Qianfeng, and also Mr. Zhixing, why did I read your novel when I decided to hate human beings and never forgive people who are happier than me in this world?"

"Why did you give me the idea of ​​wanting to live after reading your work?"

"It doesn't make any sense for me, I am not expected by others, and I no longer expect other people's lives, and suddenly I have expectations—"

"I also want to read novels by Qianfengmingyue and Zhixing."

Shaoting heard her say this.

This lady, who only makes people think of weakness and meekness, doesn't give any extra points to her surroundings.

At this moment, all her eyes were on him.

This made Shaoting a little uncomfortable, and wanted to avoid it, but he straightened his back to face Mochizuki Haruko in consideration of face.

But he didn't know what to answer, he could comfort her in a perfunctory and routine way, but he really couldn't do it in the face of such gaze.

He wanted to answer seriously, but he only knew her name and that she was Saburo Mochizuki's younger sister.

She doesn't even have one that's all about herself, a separate identity.She is like a man's accessory. She is most often mentioned as Mochizuki Saburo's younger sister, but no one will most often mention Mochizuki Saburo as Haruko's brother.

Shen Lingjun frowned slightly, thinking that Mochizuki Haruko had serious psychological problems, he suddenly felt a slight jump in his heart, because he remembered what he had heard about what Qingzi's country did to women.

Shaoting also knew that the lady in front of him had probably been in a depressed mood for a long time, so he racked his brains to hold back a sentence: "I will keep writing, and there will be new serializations in the future."

"That's great."

"Well." He said, "So you have to live well, and you won't be able to see it when you die."

Shen Lingjun who was listening: "..."

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he would have already leaned his forehead and sighed. He could write so well, but why did he speak so childishly in reality?