The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Shanghai, public stadium.

Athletes from the Olympic national team sponsored by Zhou Hexuan have gathered from all directions to conduct intensive training more than half a year in advance.

No matter what event they participate in, athletes have to run 5,000 meters every morning. Well, this is considered a warm-up.

"Hi Liu, morning!"

"Mary, you look even more beautiful today."

"..."

Charles Paddock held a fried dough stick in his mouth and chewed it while greeting people along the way. He is a highly paid track and field head coach who broke the world sprint record more than ten years ago and invented the "leopard sprint".

It's just that the world champion has now turned into a fat man, with a belly as big as that of a pregnant woman.

Charles Paddock once participated in World War I, and later switched to being a sprinter. When he couldn't run anymore, he worked as a newspaper reporter. If he had not been invited to come to China as a coach, this guy would have served as a consultant to the Marine Corps during World War II and eventually died in a flight mission.

As for the "Mary" whom Paddock just teased, she is a specially appointed language teacher for the Chinese national team, responsible for tutoring the athletes in foreign languages. If nothing else, at least you must learn the game terms such as "get on your feet" and "start".

Today's international common languages ​​are English and French, and the next Olympic Games will be held in Germany. Who knows what language the referees and starters will use.

Take Charles Paddock, an American. He competed in Belgium more than ten years ago, but the starter actually spoke French during the final. Paddock was confused when he heard this. He misunderstood "get on your feet" as "get ready again". When the starting gun went off, he was still stunned. He was already more than 3 meters behind others at the start. Well, this guy still won the championship in the end.

"Run! Keep running, speed up," Liu Chunhe, the head coach of physical training, shouted. "The hateful little Japanese assassinated Mr. Zhou in London. This is a national shame! The expenses for our current training camp are all sponsored by Mr. Zhou's private pocket. We can’t embarrass Mr. Zhou! We must increase our training volume and strive to achieve good results in next year’s Olympics, so that we can live up to Mr. Zhou’s ardent hopes! Run, run for me!”

"Liu has gone crazy. He actually doubled his daily training volume," Charles Paddock said to Mary after chewing the last piece of fried dough sticks. "Well, the Chinese breakfast is really good. Mary, are you free on the weekend?" Let’s go to the movies together.”

Mary rolled her eyes and said, "If you can lose 60 pounds, consider dating."

"I protest, fat people also have human rights!" Paddock roared.

Not long after, dozens of athletes from the national team had completed the 5,000-meter warm-up run and gathered together to catch their breath and chat.

A car suddenly drove into the stadium. Wang Zhengting, president of the All-China Sports Association (Chinese Olympic Committee), came over happily and shouted: "Coaches and athletes, I have good news for you!"

Liu Chunhe leaned over and greeted: "President Wang, what good news."

Wang Zhengting waved the newspaper in his hand and said with a smile: "There is news from Sweden that Mr. Zhou won the Nobel Prize for Literature! Mr. Zhou is the first Chinese and second Asian Nobel Prize winner after Rabindranath Tagore from India. !”

"Long live!"

"Long live Mr. Zhou!"

After a brief period of daze and shock, the coaches and athletes suddenly began to cheer loudly. Many people, regardless of gender, hugged each other and jumped wildly.

"I won the prize, I really won the prize! Ah, ah!" Liu Chunhe cried with joy, waving his fist and shouting, "Mr. Zhou can win the prize, and we can also win the prize. Let's work hard, everyone."

Wang Zhengting smiled and raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "Mr. Zhou is the pride of China, and you are also the pride of China. The Chinese are not the sick men of East Asia. The Chinese are the best race. I hope to see him at the Berlin Olympics next year. You can also stand on the podium! Long live China!"

"Long live China!"

"Long live China!"

The coaches and athletes were so passionate that their blood almost burst out. Their slogans were mixed with excitement, anger and hope.

…

Tianjin, First Hope Primary School.

The embroidery of the once concubine Shu has now been washed away. She is nominally the vice president of the China Hope Foundation, but most of the time, she stands on the podium giving lectures to students.

Last fall, Wenxiu got married to Chen Zuoke, the principal of First Hope Primary School.

Chen Zuoke is 12 years older than Wenxiu. He is not highly educated. He lost his wife in middle age and has a son and a daughter by his side. The two of them got married without alerting anyone. After receiving the certificate, they lived together without even having a simple banquet.

"Everyone is here, gather on the playground!" Mathematics and physical education teacher Yao Zhen blew his whistle and shouted.

When the students came to the playground, they found that the national flag had been lowered and seemed to be preparing for a flag-raising ceremony. Everyone is very curious. Today is not Monday either. Why raise the national flag?

There are now 163 Hope Primary Schools, mainly located in Hebei and Pingjin areas, with a few in Henan and Shandong. Not to mention private donations, the funds donated by Zhou Hexuan himself amount to as much as 300,000 yuan every year.

In the past nine years since 1926, more than 20,000 students have graduated from Hope Primary School, more than 110,000 students are currently studying, and more than 40,000 students have dropped out of school for some reason. The oldest graduates have now been admitted to high schools, and even those who dropped out can write and do math.

In North China, Hope Primary School is a signature school. Even after children drop out of school, it is more advantageous to become an apprentice - there is no need to hire a guarantor.

Among the many Hope Primary Schools, Tianjin No. 1 Hope Primary School and Peking No. 1 Hope Primary School are the most famous. Both schools have more than 500 students, making them very large.

"Raise the flag!"

"Sing the flag song!"

Principal Chen Zuoke shouted passionately. His hand holding the newspaper was trembling. Other teachers were also too excited to contain themselves.

The students looked up at the rising national flag and sang in unison: "The mountains and rivers are magnificent and the products are plentiful. During the Yan and Huang dynasties, East Asia ruled the roost. Don't give up on yourself, don't rest on your laurels, honor our nation and promote great harmony..."

This song is the "Flag Song" of the Republic of China. It is different from the national anthem and is sung specifically when the flag is raised and lowered.

It is said that the Nanjing National Government is very strange. Not only is it rare to use the national anthem and the national flag song separately, but it also has three versions of the national flag song. It even once used the party song to replace the national anthem and the national flag song.

Until now, in 1935, the Nanjing government has not yet determined a standard version of the national flag song.

Is there such a nonsense central government?

When the national flag was raised to the top, Chen Zuoke smiled and said to Wenxiu: "You announce it."

Wenxiu, wearing a cheap cloth jacket, walked to the flag-raising platform and said with a smile: "Students and teachers, let me tell you some good news. Mr. Zhou Hexuan has won the Nobel Prize for Literature!"

"Bah bang bang!"

The teachers had already known the news in advance, and they led the students to applaud wildly.

Seeing that all the students had doubts on their faces, Wenxiu said: "The Nobel Prize is the highest award in the world. So far, only Rabindranath Tagore of India and our Mr. Zhou Hexuan have won such honors in Asia! Classmates, someone put China People are compared to the sick men of East Asia, and some people say that yellow people are an inferior race, but these are all rumors and false! Chinese people can also win Nobel Prizes, Mr. Zhou can win them, and as long as you study hard, you can win them when you grow up. Prize! We are no worse than others. If foreigners can do it, Chinese people can do it too..."

The hundreds of students in the playground were all from the poor and poor. It was their first time hearing about the "Nobel Prize" and they had no idea of ​​the significance it represented. They only know that Mr. Zhou won the grand prize, just like they received certificates for good results in the exam.

Perhaps one day, they will recall this moment and still remember what their teacher said: "Study hard and strive to become a person as useful to the country and nation as Mr. Zhou."

…

Hankou.

A new market stage.

Mei Lanfang was performing "Farewell My Concubine", and the audience gathered in the audience and cheered.

"I advise the king to drink wine and listen to Yu songs, so as to relieve his sorrow and dance. The Qin Dynasty has no way to destroy the country, and the heroes are fighting on all sides. Since ancient times, as the saying goes, don't deceive me. Success or failure can rise and fall in a moment. Drink with peace of mind and sit in the treasure tent..."

"good!"

On the stage, "Xiang Yu" strode to the center and was about to say "Thank you, concubine" when suddenly someone rushed to the stage dragging Zhang Wanbao: "Good news!"

"Xiang Yu" was stunned and said quickly: "What's the good news? But the Han army has retreated."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The audience in the audience was collectively confused, but suddenly burst into laughter when they heard this.

The troublemaker was also a theater fan, and he said to himself: "Your Majesty, the whole world is celebrating the great news! Wow, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

"Xiang Yu" turned sideways and said, "Concubine, please bring us the battle report!"

Mei Lanfang was extremely dissatisfied with being interrupted while singing for no reason, but she could only continue to perform. He opened the evening newspaper, glanced at it, and was overjoyed. He couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty, this is really good news!"

"Xiang Yu" was anxious and quickly urged: "What good news is this? Come to Gu Nian quickly!"

Mei Lanfang quietly made a gesture, and the band (accompanying band) immediately understood and started playing and beating. Mei Lanfang sang with the accompaniment of Qupai: "Zhou Hexuan is also a true national scholar, and his style is famous in Europe. He beats the great literary giants of China and the West, and he won the Nobel Prize... he claims to have it!"

After singing, Mei Lanfang shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, Mr. Zhou Hexuan, the great scholar of our country, has won the Nobel Prize for Literature!"

Countless spectators in the audience were pleasantly surprised and burst into cheers: "Okay!"

"Xiang Yu" took the sword from Mei Lanfang's hand and began to dance impromptu. The musicians followed suit by beating gongs and drums, and the scene instantly became extremely cheerful. "Xiang Yu" sang while dancing with his sword: "I am outstanding in literature and famous all over the world. If I am assassinated, I will receive a great prize. Concubine!"

"Concubine is here!" Mei Lanfang responded.

"Xiang Yu" drew his sword, looked around, and said excitedly: "Mr. Zhou's literary talent has surpassed all the heroes, and his name is famous in Europe. Let the world know that we have heroes in China! So what if there is a national crisis? Let's see that we continue to strive for self-improvement. Concubine, quickly follow Gu and fight out of the siege. Welcome Mr. Zhou back to China!"

Mei Lanfang knelt down and said, "I accept the decree!"

"good!"

The entire audience stood up and applauded, and the cheers from the audience were so loud that they could knock down the ceiling of the theater.