Zhang Xueliang lobbied everywhere and finally contacted some celebrities in the capital, including Liang Qichao who carried out the reform and reform, and even some of Yuan Shikai's old subordinates, Duan Qirui, Feng Guozhang and others. Of course, there were also those who advocated constitutional monarchy, such as Yang Du, Yan Fu, Liu Shipei and Sun Yuyun.
, Li Xiehe, Hu Ying and others published articles in various newspapers to support Yuan Shikai's proclaiming emperor. In order to proclaim himself emperor, Yuan Shikai also promoted the benefits of a constitutional monarchy in different media. The most favorable evidence is from Britain and Japan.
Zhang Xueliang reads newspapers every day, and when necessary, he writes some articles criticizing those remarks and publishes them in newspapers against Yuan Shikai. Using his network of relationships, Zhang Xueliang went deep into schools, factories, and residential areas to publicize Yuan Shikai's ambition to become emperor. Among them,
I met some knowledgeable people.
Ma Xing had nothing to do, and followed Zhang Xueliang among the major schools in the capital. He followed a group of young students and infiltrated the teachers to listen to the classes of old masters, scholars who had returned from abroad, or masters in suits and leather shoes, or long robes and mandarin jackets. That
School back then was not as boring as it is now.
The New Culture Movement had just emerged. Teachers who admired the ancients, teachers who advocated vernacular Chinese, and teachers who had mastered advanced Western ideas and technologies, each showed their talents and wanted to bring students closer to their classrooms. They tried their best to express their emotions and
Bingmao spoke vividly and vividly.
Ma Xingkong didn't understand. He just listened to Tianqiao's storytelling and cross talk, listening to the teacher on the podium talking endlessly, "How big is the world? Where do we live? The lamps used are made of bamboo! Everything we breathe every day is gas, and all kinds of
All kinds of messy things feel very fresh to Ma Xingkong.
Early that morning, Zhang Xueliang was going out again. Ma Xingkong had nothing to do, so he followed him. He had been on this road before, and it was the best school in the capital, the Capital University. Ma Xingkong envied him the most.
They are the students in this school. The male students wear dark short-collared shirts and dark trousers, and some children from wealthy families also wear shiny leather shoes. The girls wear discreet moon-white tops and dark trousers.
A short skirt and a pair of cloth shoes. The most interesting students all have short hair, unlike the girls in the countryside who all have big braids. The short hair that just reaches the chin makes them look particularly energetic.
After getting off the car, Zhang Xueliang said: "We were still here when we were two hours old, why should we go back together?" and led the people in.
Ma Xingkong looked around. He came out too early. There was no one selling breakfast on either side of the school. Winter was coming soon, and it was still a little cold. He walked into the school gate, walked around the corner, and entered a classroom. He looked for it in the corner.
In one place, I stuffed my hands into my sleeves and lay on the table, thinking that I would go out to get some food later, and then go to the teacher named Zhou from a few days ago to listen to him continue to tell stories.
Unknowingly, when Ma Xingkong woke up, he was already surrounded by people. I don’t know what the thin teacher with a middle parted hair, wearing a vest and tie said on the stage, which aroused the enthusiasm of the students.
The applause. These students seemed to have come up with some kind of medicine. Their faces were flushed and their palms were about to be smashed. The teacher on the stage lost his memory many times and showed no intention of stopping.
"Stop!" Ma Xingkong was sleeping just in time and was woken up by the burst of applause. He shouted with anger on his face.
The applause suddenly stopped, and everyone focused their attention on Ma Xingkong. Some people saw that Ma Xingkong was dressed in a fashionable style, but he was dressed like a nouveau riche. He wore a melon cap, a robe and a mandarin jacket, and a piece of clothing hanging on his chest.
The pocket watch was pressed for too long due to sleeping, and there were obvious marks from the sleeves on the left half of the face. A long line of drool was still hanging from the corner of the mouth, and the melon skin cap was crooked. They all looked at me with disdain.
The teacher on the podium also noticed Ma Xingkong: "My dear fellow student, are you right?"
Ma Xingkong looked at everyone, raised his buttocks, stood up and walked out. As he walked, he was still muttering: "You don't want to let anyone sleep well! I don't understand what you are saying!"
Just as he walked to the door, a voice came from behind. The voice was pleasant to the ear. After hearing just one sentence, Ma Xingkong felt a little unable to walk. Yes, it was her. Since he found her in a classroom last time, as long as Zhang Xueliang said yes
When he comes to school, Ma Xingkong always follows him, for no other reason than to hear this voice again.
"This classmate, Teacher Chen is asking you something!" A quiet girl with long hair shawl called out to stop Ma Xingkong.
Ma Xingkong immediately stopped and quickly turned around to search for that person in the crowd. Everyone looked at Ma Xingkong. Ma Xingkong didn't look at them until he saw what he wanted to see. He pulled up his sleeves and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.
, said with a smile: "Are you talking to me?"
The girl was a little embarrassed when she was looked at by Ma Xingkong, and she lowered her head in a hurry. She had never been looked at like this before. The girl's surname was Wu, and her single name was Jing. She came from Suzhou. Her parents were doing business in the capital, so she
He followed me. He spoke like a southerner, which was incompatible with the crispness of northern dialect. He was often laughed at by others, so he rarely spoke. I don’t know where the courage came from this time, but he actually shouted out.
Out of Ma Xingkong.
The teacher also saw that Ma Xingkong was not his student. He smiled and asked, "Young man, do you think what I said is wrong?"
After asking three times in a row, Ma Xingkong ignored him. Until Wu Jing was so blatantly provoked by Ma Xingkong that she wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl in. Several male classmates nearby couldn't stand it anymore and shouted.
"This kid is a gangster!" Seven or eight male students rushed towards Ma Xingkong.
Ma Xingkong was not a jobber, and he definitely couldn't lose face in front of the woman he liked. He waved his arms to get ready, and he was able to maneuver among a group of boys with a set of Baguazhang.
As soon as the fight started, the classroom exploded. The timid students ran out one after another. Soon the whole campus was attracted by the fight, and people rushed to watch the fight. The boys in the school suffered a loss, and soon someone came to make up for it.
After coming up and going back and forth for a quarter of an hour, the male student not only failed to knock Ma Xingkong down, but was knocked over by Ma Xingkong, a dozen of them.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Wu Jing shouted at the side. Ma Xingkong smiled at her. The breeze blew over Wu Jing's forehead and blew her hair. Ma Xingkong almost floated up.
Okay. Maybe Wu Jing is not the most beautiful girl here, but Ma Xingkong has an indescribable liking for her.
From a distance, Wu Jing looked very much like a person, Sister Huo. On the day Sister Huo died, Ma Xingkong engraved Sister Huo's voice and smile in his heart. When he saw Wu Jing for the first time, he shouted
Zhang Xueliang, who came with him, didn't know who he was calling Sister Huo. Only Ma Xingkong understood that Wu Jing was Sister Huo.