The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

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"You really separated from Puyi?" Lu Jingyan looked at Wanrong in surprise.

"Hmm." Wanrong nodded.

Lu Jingyan waited for a long time before she said: "If this news gets out, it will definitely be more sensational than last year's Sword Concubine Revolution."

Wanrong said worriedly: "That's why I dare not divorce, there is room for maneuver in everything."

Lu Jingyan asked: "Then where do you live now?"

Wanrong confided: "The rented house outside. It's quite free, but it's a bit deserted, and I can't find anyone to talk to."

"Then you can usually come to see me," Lu Jingyan said with a smile. "By the way, Ziquan and I will hold a wedding at the National Hotel on the 9th of next month. You must come to attend."

"Will he...will go too?" Wanrong asked.

Lu Jingyan's father, Lu Zongyu, was a well-known traitor in the early years of the Republic of China (21, Paris Peace Conference), and his hometown even held a meeting of ten thousand people to publicly shave Lu Zongyu's hometown. This person belonged to Anfu politician (Duan Qirui faction), and later took refuge in Wang Jingwei as a traitor.

The Lu family was also very close to Pu Yi at this time, that's why Wanrong asked this question.

"You mean Mr. Puyi? Of course I invited him." Lu Jingyan said.

Wan Rong immediately shook her head: "I still won't go, I will send you a wedding gift in advance some other day."

Lu Jingyan added: "Then I'll hold another dance party alone, and only invite a few close friends, so it's okay?"

"Well, it's ok." Wanrong was actually a little scared in her heart. She is introverted and weak, not good at dealing with strangers, and afraid to participate in public activities without a man. And her mentality has not changed, she always can't let go of the title of queen, and she doesn't know what identity she should show others.

The two girls chatted for a while, then went shopping together for a while at the department store, and then went home separately.

When Wanrong walked to the door of her house, she suddenly turned to the small western-style building next door and knocked on the door of Zhou Hexuan's house.

It was already evening at this time, Zhou Hexuan was eating, he opened the door and said enthusiastically: "Miss Guo, please come in, haven't you eaten yet?"

"Well," Wan Rong and the maid walked into the room, she took out a box and said, "When I was shopping this afternoon, I bought a pair of bow ties. Mr. Zhou, do you like it?"

"Thank you, it's very beautiful." Zhou Hexuan smiled, but in fact he never wore a bow tie.

Wanrong smiled happily: "I'm not very good at shopping, as long as you like it."

Zhou Hexuan pointed to the dining table and said, "Let's have dinner together."

"Then... alright." Wanrong agreed hesitantly.

The two sat across the table, and the maid went to the kitchen to join Mrs. Liu and Wu.

Wanrong's eating appearance is very quiet. Grab the chopsticks and gently pick up the vegetables, then cover them with your hands and put them in your mouth, chewing and swallowing slowly. During the whole process, there was no sound, not even a bit of teeth showing.

Zhou Hexuan said with a smile: "It's so awkward for you to eat like this, and there are no outsiders around, why should you be cautious?"

"Isn't that how you eat?" Wanrong asked in surprise.

"Look at mine." Zhou Hexuan picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, chewing on the planed rice, eating less than half a bowl of rice in a blink of an eye.

Wanrong scrupulously said: "You are a man, of course you can gobble it up. I am a woman, how ugly it is to eat like this."

Zhou Hexuan urged, "Don't worry about whether it's ugly or not, just give it a try."

"Then I'll try." Wan Rong hesitated.

As soon as she was about to eat again, Zhou Hexuan interrupted: "Put your left hand down, don't always cover your mouth. It's just a meal, and it's not a shameful thing to be seen."

"oh."

Wanrong let go of her hand as she said, and shoveled the food into her mouth. She moved very slowly at first, and then gradually accelerated, and the range of chewing also increased.

After eating a few mouthfuls like this, Wan Rong seemed to have discovered a new world, and said happily: "It seems that eating like this is more delicious. I used to eat half a bowl at most, but now I'm still not full after eating half a bowl."

"You have to let go of everything, and you can find endless fun in life. You have been restrained for too long, and you are bound by dogma, so you feel that everything is not going your way." Zhou Hexuan said.

"Maybe." Wanrong smiled slightly. She felt that when she got along with Zhou Hexuan, she was very relaxed and comfortable, and she didn't have to hide and tense all the time. Although Cui Huifu and her are good sisters, there is always a barrier of ethics between the two of them, vaguely keeping the distance between the master and the slave.

Zhou Hexuan found that transforming a queen into a citizen of the new society is quite fulfilling. He smiled and said, "If you're really bored, I'll take you to the club to play bowling another day."

"Really, that's great!" Wanrong was overjoyed, she was bored all day long.

After dinner, Wanrong still lingered, and she had nothing to do when she went home, she just wanted to be lively and lively at Zhou Hexuan's place.

When the two came to the study, Wanrong looked at the empty bookshelf and said, "Mr. Zhou, I thought that you, a great scholar, must have a lot of books in the study. Why are there only a few books?"

Zhou Hexuan pointed to his head, pretending to be forceful: "All the books I read are in my head."

Wanrong went to the desk and sat down and said: "I like your "Legend of the Condor Heroes" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" very much. The stories in them are very interesting. By the way, you are so good at writing, can you draw? "

"I can only do simple sketches." Zhou Hexuan said.

"Western painting?" Wan Rong asked.

Zhou Hexuan nodded and said, "The most basic Western painting."

Wanrong happily said: "Then you can draw a portrait for me with a sketch, and I will draw another one for you with Chinese meticulous painting."

sweat! How idle this is, looking for fun in different ways.

There are no pencils in Zhou Hexuan's study, so he can only make do with pens and manuscript paper, while Wan Rong is sitting on a chair.

Among the three women that Zhou Hexuan met in the Republic of China, Zhang Leyi was the kind of capable woman with a ladylike temperament, and Meng Xiaodong was a Xiaojiabiyu with a heroic spirit. But Wanrong is a bit more complicated, with royal nobility in her gestures, but quiet and introverted, weak and delicate, which reminds Zhou Hexuan of Lin Daiyu in "A Dream of Red Mansions".

The pen was brushing and drawing on the manuscript paper, and the work was completed in a few minutes. Zhou Hexuan handed it to Wanrong and said, "Does the painting look like it?"

"So fast?"

Wanrong accepted it in surprise, covered her mouth and laughed after only looking at it: "Giggle, Mr. Zhou, what are you drawing?"

Zhou Hexuan drew a cartoon version of Wanrong, with a small body and a huge head, anyway, it is a cute route.

Wanrong couldn't help but glanced at it again, and commented: "The expression has a bit of charm, but the drawing is too weird. What kind of painting method is this?"

"Western comics can not only draw people, but also animals." Zhou Hexuan said and drew Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck, and it was a complete four-frame cartoon.

Wanrong said in surprise: "It's really strange, can you teach me?"

So anyone is valuable. Wanrong doesn't know how to communicate, doesn't have great skills, and indulges in enjoyment. But she is good at painting. She has practiced ink and wash and fine brushwork since she was a child. Even without Puyi's breakup fee, she can still rely on this to make a living.

However, there were too many painters in the National Congress of the late Qing Dynasty, and Wanrong's painting skills can only be regarded as moderate. If she wants to become famous, she must walk a unique path.

That is to draw manga!

Zhou Hexuan's evil taste was born, and he wanted to train the queen to become a well-known cartoonist.

Wanrong sits at the table, eager to learn manga, but Zhou Hexuan finds a serious problem.

"Your writing posture is wrong, have you never used a fountain pen before?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

Wanrong shook her head: "No, I used to use brushes."

"Hold like this, I'll teach you!"

Zhou Hexuan walked behind Wanrong, and patiently guided her with her fingers, just like teaching a child. Wanrong was absent-minded, she blushed and bowed her head in silence, because the posture of the two was too intimate, Zhou Hexuan almost held her in his arms from behind.