The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Zhou Hexuan turned around slowly, put his hands on Meng Xiaodong's fragrant shoulders, and sighed: "Oh, why are you doing this?"

"I'm not bitter." Meng Xiaodong raised his head, looked at him generously, and said with a smile, "In this world, it's rare to meet a man who can be entrusted to him for life. Since I have met him, I won't let him go." of."

"I'm not worth entrusting, I'm actually a hypocrite." Zhou Hexuan smiled wryly.

He is indeed very hypocritical. In the face of Meng Xiaodong's friendship, although Zhou Hexuan had been a little distant, he never rejected it face to face. Later, he even enjoyed this kind of ambiguity, enjoying the admiration of a beautiful woman for him.

Meng Xiaodong shook his head and said: "There are too many hypocritical people, all of them seem to be singing a big show, with facial makeup and masks, making it difficult to tell the truth from the fake. Compared with those people, Brother Zhou, you are open and aboveboard, at least you are still will admit to being hypocritical.”

Zhou Hexuan said truthfully: "I am in love with a Miss Zhang from the south, do you know?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Meng Xiaodong didn't care about this, and thought it was normal.

"Are you not jealous at all?" Zhou Hexuan had a hard time understanding Meng Xiaodong's thinking.

Meng Xiaodong said in a helpless tone: "I'm just a low-level actor, how can I be jealous? Look at the drama, only talented men and beautiful women are good matches. As for prostitutes and actresses, those who fall in love will inevitably end up miserable. Being able to be a concubine is already enough .”

Meng Xiaodong is not willing to be inferior, but she has a clear view of the morals of the world.

A famous actor like her in the opera garden has surprisingly high vision, but her status is surprisingly low. They look down on mediocre men, and celebrities and talented people look down on them, at most they are just playing around. There are only two endings in the end, one is to find a fellow singer to marry, and the other is to be the concubine of a warlord rich man, and they don't even have a place to fill the house.

As for Yuan Shikai's Aunt Shen, who was born as a famous prostitute and respected the "Queen", such an example cannot be regarded with common sense.

Seeing Meng Xiaodong's pitiful appearance at this time, Zhou Hexuan felt a little distressed, hugged her and comforted her: "Don't complain about yourself, you are very good, how many people in the theater are crazy about you every day. Let's talk about Wanrong, she watches you sing When it was time, everyone stood up excitedly and applauded."

Meng Xiaodong laughed at himself and said: "I can also shine on the stage, but if I leave that stage, who will look at me?"

"Okay, don't spoil yourself." Zhou Hexuan said, patting her vest.

Meng Xiaodong said seriously: "Anyway, I will follow you for the rest of my life, if one day you betray your heart and leave me behind, then you can only blame my fate."

"Are you trying to provoke me?" Zhou Hexuan felt a little funny.

"Just to provoke you, what's the matter?" Meng Xiaodong said angrily.

"No regrets?" Zhou Hexuan asked again.

"What is there to regret? I'll give you everything tonight, and you can figure it out in the future."

As Meng Xiaodong spoke, he unbuttoned himself, and gradually took off his coat, revealing the little vest inside. When the little waistcoat was removed, there was another silk corset, which was so tightly wrapped that it deformed the ribs.

Looking at the half-naked snow-white skin, Zhou Hexuan's whole body was hot, and he began to have normal physiological reactions, and couldn't help swallowing.

But when Meng Xiaodong untied the corset, Zhou Hexuan's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "It's so big! You're wrapped so flat, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

Meng Xiaodong rolled his eyes at him and said, "Don't worry about it, how can I sing the old man?"

Zhou Hexuan instructed: "Don't bother me in the future, it's good."

"Do you like big ones?" Meng Xiaodong asked with a smile.

Zhou Hexuan joked, "You definitely don't read newspapers in the south."

"What newspaper?" Meng Xiaodong asked.

"I went to the South this time to call for Grandmaism." Zhou Hexuan briefly explained what he had done in Shanghai.

"It seems that you are not serious," Meng Xiaodong scolded with a smile, and said coquettishly, "What are you doing in a daze, you are all naked!"

Zhou Hexuan picked up Meng Xiaodong and hurried to the big bed. As for Zhang Leyi, write a letter tomorrow to explain the situation. If the other party cannot accept it, then we should break up peacefully. Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and continuing to hide it is the greatest harm. Fortunately, nothing happened between them.

The spring breeze overnight is indescribable.

When Meng Xiaodong woke up in the morning, she really didn't corset her chest anymore, and even put on a new type of C-cup underwear.

Zhou Hexuan went to work at the newspaper office, while Meng Xiaodong stayed at home alone. She regarded herself as the hostess, robbed Mrs. Liu of Wu's work, and was busy cleaning and tidying up the room all morning.

Wanrong came to visit in the afternoon and invited Meng Xiaodong to go shopping together. When they first met, they realized something was wrong, Wanrong asked curiously: "Xiaodong, you look different today."

"Why is it different?" Meng Xiaodong asked with a smile.

"It's just...the whole person looks radiant and energetic." Wanrong described.

With a happy smile on Meng Xiaodong's face, he pursed his lips and said, "You have also experienced such a time."

"When?" Wanrong didn't understand the meaning.

"When we first got married, it was the bridal chamber." Meng Xiaodong said.

Wanrong asked with a confused expression: "What happened to the bridal chamber?"

"Oh, it's the bridal chamber." On the contrary, Meng Xiaodong was a little shy, and found it hard to say this.

Wanrong still didn't understand: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Meng Xiaodong was surprised: "You never did that kind of thing with Pu Yi?"

"What kind of thing?" Wanrong was even more puzzled.

Meng Xiaodong helped his forehead, he didn't want to talk to this curious child anymore, so he went shopping after a few casual words.

After going out for a long time, Wanrong suddenly remembered the teachings of the nuns in the palace before she became a queen. After realizing it, her complexion was a little ugly, and she didn't even have the mind to go shopping, like a girl who was abandoned by her lover.

But Zhou Hexuan brought the draft of "The Wanderings of Sanmao" to the editorial department, and Shen Congwen, Li Shoumin, Zhu Xiang, Zheng Zhengyin and others were full of praise after reading it.

Shen Congwen inquired curiously: "This comic is well versed in the sufferings of the people, with a fresh and natural style of painting, and a humorous plot. I wonder which famous artist it came from?"

"You must have never heard of it." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.

"Could it be an unknown painter?" Shen Congwen said.

Zhou Hexuan said, "Look at the author's name yourself."

Shen Congwen looked down and saw that there were two authors' signatures, which were "Miss Guo" and "Mr. Zhou".

"Female?" Shen Congwen asked in surprise.

"It's a woman." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.

"That Mr. Zhou, could it be you?" Shen Congwen asked.

"It's me," Zhou Hexuan explained, "I'm in charge of making up stories, and she's in charge of drawing comics."

Zhu Xiang suddenly came over and interjected: "Someday ask this Miss Guo out, I want to see and see."

"See if she's willing," Zhou Hexuan said with a smile, "I plan to expand two pages, dedicated to serializing comics. Anyone who knows Mr. Feng Zikai can write to him to ask for a manuscript."