The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Zhou Hexuan likes to make friends with celebrities and masters during the Republic of China. It has nothing to do with worship, but just curiosity. Just like when a foreigner comes to Sichuan, he must visit the pandas, and when he arrives in the capital, he must visit the Great Wall and the Forbidden City.

But Gu Hongming disappointed him.

This is a vile old man, wearing cloth shoes and a long gown, leaning on crutches, with pigtails behind his head, and his body is so thin that the wind can blow it down. Looking at it in the blink of an eye, it doesn't look like a master, but like an old man from the former Qing Dynasty.

"Brother Gu, long time no see!" Zhang Taiyan clasped his fists and laughed.

Gu Hongming's old eyes were dim, and he stared at Zhang Taiyan for a while before saying: "It's you, you didn't come to ask me to borrow money, did you?"

Zhang Taiyan said unceremoniously: "As far as our friendship is concerned, it is worth two yuan at most, which is not enough for travel expenses."

"It's good to know," Gu Hongming pointed at Zhou Hexuan with a cane, "Is this your son?"

Zhang Taiyan introduced: "I am a young friend who forgets the year, and my name is Zhou Hexuan."

"I've heard that fake foreign devils are selling new-style underwear in the newspapers in Shanghai," Gu Hongming began to teach him a lesson, "What do you think is good about Western underwear? Our Chinese bellybands are the best, covering those clove breasts." , Yingying grasping, wouldn’t it be beautiful! What kind of grannyism is going on, what do you want to be so big, women are not cows!”

Zhou Hexuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and argued: "The idea of ​​advocating grandmaism is to promote boobs. Breast constriction is a bad practice in China, which harms women's health and causes many diseases."

"Beautiful words confuse the public," Gu Hongming said, blowing his beard and staring. "Who said corseting hurts the body? Chinese women have always corseted their breasts, and they have never seen that it has endangered the reproduction of the nation. We should learn from the advancement of the West, but small feet and small breasts are my own. The aesthetics unique to China. Those who promote free feet and open chest are all stupid people who give up the basics and chase after the end."

Zhou Hexuan was speechless for a moment, not interested in chatting anymore, and immediately retorted: "Mr. Gu likes little feet so much, why didn't he break his own toe and wrap one around?"

Gu Hongming talked about his big truth: "Chinese culture originated from the "Book of Changes", which is easy to talk about yin and yang. Men are masculine, so they must naturally have masculinity. How can we say that feet are bound? Women are feminine, so they have to bind feet and chest. Small breasts are yin, and advocating big grandmas is a reversal of yin and yang.”

Zhou Hexuan's original curiosity and admiration for Gu Hongming has been exhausted at this moment. He crossed his legs unceremoniously, drank tea and said casually, "Mr. Gu, have you ever been to Dunhuang?"

"No." Gu Hongming said.

"If you have been to Dunhuang, you will find that all the women in the murals have big grandmothers," Zhou Hexuan asked with a smile, "During the Tang Dynasty, didn't China talk about yin and yang? Why didn't women in Tang Dynasty have corsets? "

Gu Hongming was at a loss for words for a moment, and he said forcefully: "During the Tang Dynasty, Chinese culture and customs were not perfect. It was in the Ming and Qing Dynasties that Chinese culture was truly beautiful."

Zhou Hexuan was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and Gu Hongming's glorious image in his heart was instantly shattered.

Gu Hongming is really good, eloquent and proficient in multiple languages. But many of his ideas are extremely weird. Taking the constitution as an example, Gu Hongming opposes China's establishment of a constitution. His reasons are: first, the Chinese nation is a nation with a sense of shame and high moral standards; second, the foundation of Chinese politics is not utilitarianism, but morality. So China does not have and does not need a written constitution, because the Chinese have a moral constitution.

When the New Culture Movement was launched a few years ago, Gu Hongming also criticized Hu Shi, comparing classical Chinese to refined English, and vernacular to colloquial English, saying that the vernacular movement was a cultural regression. Hu Shi responded that plain English is more acceptable to the public than refined English, and that 90% of the people in China are illiterate because classical Chinese is too difficult to learn.

Then Gu Hongming began to argue, saying that the reason why you group of foreign students have such a high status now is thanks to the 90% illiterates. If they are all literate, they will compete with you people for jobs.

Although Gu Hongming's words are reasonable, they are obviously changing the subject, which belongs to the category of sophistry.

This gentleman likes sophistry, and often sophistry, but if he meets a sensible person, his sophistry is equivalent to a joke.

Take Gongsun Long, the master of sophistry, for example, his "white horse is not a horse", once he meets someone who is good at discerning, he will be exposed in an instant.

For example, you can refute the theory that a white horse is not a horse:

"Are men human?"

"yes."

"Are you a man?"

"yes."

"You said that a white horse is not a horse, so according to your theory, a man is not a human. So, are you still a human?"

Zhou Hexuan shook his head, got up and said, "It's not speculative, Mr. Gu, I'll take my leave first."

"Let's go." Gu Hongming didn't bother to talk nonsense with Zhou Hexuan. He has long been dissatisfied with Zhou Hexuan because of the matter of showing his chest, and even more displeased with Zhou Hexuan being the president of Peking University (Gu Hongming is a die-hard supporter of Cai Yuanpei, who believes that Cai Yuanpei is qualified to be the president of Peking University), so he did not give a good face when they first met.

"It's a pity, it's a pity." Zhang Taiyan shook his head repeatedly.

Gu Hongming asked: "What's the pity?"

"I thought you guys would have a big fight when you meet," Zhang Taiyan said regretfully, "You didn't get into a fight, and there's no good show to watch. Naturally, it's a pity."

Well, this old guy also has bad intentions, and he wants to watch the fun with evil intentions.

Gu Hongming said disdainfully: "A child with a yellow mouth, what's the fuss about?"

"Mingcheng, wait a moment," Zhang Taiyan called Zhou Hexuan, and then asked Gu Hongming, "Have you read his "The Rise of Great Powers"?"

Gu Hongming said: "No."

Then Zhang Taiyan clasped his fists and said, "Maybe you can find me to read it first, so farewell!"

"Go." Gu Hongming waved his hand.

Zhang Taiyan and Zhou Hexuan left hand in hand, and when he walked out of the gate of Gu's house, he smiled and said, "How do you feel?"

Zhou Hexuan said unhappily: "If you put it nicely, it's called Kuangsheng, if you put it badly, it's called old thief."

"Hahahaha, you are really welcome." Zhang Taiyan laughed.

"It's a pity that I didn't get Mo Bao." Zhou Hexuan shrugged his nose.

But Gu Hongming sighed secretly after driving away the two visitors at home. He lost his beloved Japanese concubine a few years ago, and recently his first wife died of illness. His later life was quite bleak and lonely, and he was even more frustrated politically.

When Gu Hongming returned to China two months ago, the Japanese recommended him to be an advisor to Zhang Zuolin, and Gu Hongming went there excitedly, intending to assist Zhang Dashuai in unifying China.

As a result, Zhang Zuolin looked down on him at all, and asked bitterly, "What can you do?"

Gu Hongming didn't react in a daze, he looked at Zhang Zuolin in a daze, and finally walked away in anger.

Sitting at home and flipping through "The Analects of Confucius" for a while, Gu Hongming was so idle that he went out on crutches, hailed a rickshaw and went straight to the bookstore.

"Is there "Rise of Great Powers"?" Gu Hongming asked the boss.

The bookstore owner looked at the braids on the back of his head and said with a smile, "Of course there is "The Rise of Great Powers", otherwise what kind of bookstore would I open?"

Gu Hongming said: "Hurry up and bring it!"

The bookstore owner immediately went to pick up the book, and handed it to Gu Hongming with both hands.

After Gu Hongming got the book, he didn't pay the money, and didn't leave, but said: "Get the stool, do you know how to respect the elderly? Do you want me to stand and read when I'm old!"

The owner of the bookstore sweated wildly: "Old man, this store can only be browsed for a short time, and you are not allowed to read in the store."

Gu Hongming said: "If I don't read the content first, how do I know if it's worth buying? When eating in a restaurant, you have to eat first before paying for it."

The bookstore owner was speechless, so he could only move a stool and ignore this strange old man.

Gu Hongming sat in the bookstore, smoking a cigarette leisurely, and asked the boss to make him a bowl of tea, and then he opened "The Rise of Great Powers" and read carefully.

Seeing that it was dark at night, the bookstore owner reminded: "Mr., I'm going to close the door. Come back tomorrow."

"It's dark?" Gu Hongming looked at the darkness outside, and said angrily, "You really don't know how to ask me to eat when it's dark. I said why I'm so hungry."

The bookstore owner smiled wryly, "Yes, let me treat you to a bowl of noodles."

Gu Hongming took out the money for buying books, slapped it in the boss's hand, and left. He went home and said to the maid: "Hurry up and bring the food, I'm starving to death."

After finishing speaking, he went to the study again, carefully wrote down the greeting card, and handed it to the servant, saying: "Send the card to Peking University, and give it to the principal surnamed Zhou there."

Zhou Hexuan lived in the reception dormitory of Peking University, and did not receive Gu Hongming's greeting card until almost ten o'clock in the evening. After reading it, he couldn't laugh or cry. The post is written in classical Chinese, and the general content is: I don't care about the day's affairs with you. I read your book today, and the writing is not bad. Please prepare tea and food at Peking University tomorrow, I want to talk to you.