Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 504: Leftist reckless man Fan Wenlan? See the wife's living room again!
Fan Wenlan not only had achievements in history, but also had extensive research in Chinese studies. He could be considered one of the top Chinese studies masters in the Republic of China.

He also compiled various liberal arts textbooks for Nankai University in Tianjin, including "A Brief Study of Official History", "An Introduction to Various Classics", and "A Brief Study of Various Philosophers".

Of course, what Fan Wenlan is most famous for today is his teaching of Bolshevik ideology in the classroom.

That was three years ago, in a classroom at Nankai University.

Because of this incident, Fan Wenlan was nearly arrested by the Tianjin Garrison Command. Fortunately, with the help of the school principal Zhang Boling, he was able to escape.

In September last year, Yan Xishan sent troops to search Fan Wenlan's house, and many red magazines and books were found. He was arrested, but fortunately he was rescued by many people in the academic community.

All in all, this gentleman is undoubtedly the most left-leaning professor at Peking University today.

He even had some social interaction with Xun Ge'er.

But Fan Wenlan was standing in front of Bao Guowei. He was as thin as a bamboo pole, and his long gown looked loose on him.

But Fan Wenlan had a very excited look on his face, and it was obvious that he agreed with Bao Guowei's speech just now.

"At the end of last year, Mr. Yucai and I met with representatives of the Left League in Peiping. He praised you highly and asked me to take good care of you.

Seeing you today, Bingwen, you are much more charming than the rumors said!"

Fan Wenlan could not help himself, but Bao Guowei noticed the words he chose, and he spoke with some hesitation.

"Mr. Yuntai said the League of Left-Wing Writers?"

Bao Guowei looked around and found that no students noticed him, so he breathed a sigh of relief. He finally understood why this gentleman had been checked all the time.

This seems a bit too blatant.

The League of Left-Wing Writers is not that sensitive, but under the current circumstances, it is not an organization that can operate openly.

When he was in Shanghai, Bao Guowei still participated in some activities of the League of Left-Wing Writers, almost all of which were carried out in secret.

"Well," Fan Wenlan lowered his voice and scratched his head. "Bingwen, you are one of us, so you don't have to worry about this, right?"

Bao Guowei was speechless.

What do you mean by one of our own? I have never joined the League of Left-Wing Writers and I am openly neutral. How can I be one of our own?

Although, after this speech, I am afraid that few people will believe my statement that I will not participate in politics and am neutral.
Maybe it was because of Xun Ge'er, or maybe it was the content of Bao Guowei's speech.

Fan Wenlan was very close to Bao Guowei and spoke to himself with emotion.

“Speaking of which, I used to be a loyal reader of Mr. Taiyan. His various articles in the Journal of National Essence benefited me a lot when I was a child. I will definitely go to the south to visit Mr. Taiyan when I have time.

Bingwen, as a disciple of Mr. Taiyan, you are better than your teacher."

If Fan Wenlan’s students and colleagues were present, they would definitely be surprised by his reaction today.

Because this gentleman is notoriously stingy with words of praise, the fact that he could say so many compliments at one time is enough to show the position of Bao Guowei in his heart.

However, in addition to praising, Fan Wenlan did not forget to remind.

"Bingwen, your speech was good. The historical knowledge you used was combined with current reality, which not only made the students feel the same way, but also taught them a lot of historical theories and even aroused their enthusiasm.

In this respect, I am not as good as you!"

Fan Wenlan was very emotional. He had tried his best to spread Bolshevik ideas in Peiping, but encountered obstacles everywhere.

But Bao Guowei made all the students have related ideas with just one speech.

The most important thing is that Bao Guowei never mentioned any words related to Bolsheviks, but he talked about Bolshevik ideas everywhere.

This is the state that Fan Wenlan has always wanted to achieve.

Bao Guowei said modestly: "Sir, thank you for your compliment. I just understand the psychology of students."

"The students' psychology?" Fan Wenlan raised his eyebrows.

The so-called psychology is still a novelty in the country.

Universities haven’t even figured out the academics, so who is going to study the students’ psychology to make them more efficient and passionate about learning?

Bao Guowei smiled and said: "This is what students do when they are faced with a completely new theory, or a counterintuitive theory.

If you force things on them, not only will they not accept it, but it will also cause them to rebel. Even if the knowledge and ideas you give them are good, it will be difficult for them to accept them. "

Fan Wenlan's eyes suddenly lit up. He pulled Bao Guowei and asked, "So, Bingwen, what do you mean?"

Bao Guowei continued: "Guiding them and letting them think and discover for themselves is the best way to learn!"

"guide?"

Fan Wenlan fell into deep thought, but seemed to have come into contact with a special field.

Bao Guowei smiled, patted the gentleman on the shoulder, and then said goodbye.

"Let's talk again next time, Mr. Yuntai. I'm a little tired today, so I'll take my leave now."

It's too dangerous to stand here and talk about these topics with this gentleman.

Bao Guowei is stubborn but not reckless. There is a big difference between the two.

Seeing Bao Guowei was about to leave, Fan Wenlan couldn't help but remind him.

"Bingwen, I think your speech today will have a big impact in the north, and a lot of it will be directed at you. People in the world are all for profit, and if you damage their interests, they will hate you to the core. I'm an experienced person in this matter, Bingwen, you must be extremely careful!"

Bao Guowei stopped and felt a little nervous. Considering what happened to this gentleman, he should be the one who should be careful, right?
However, Mr. Fan Wenlan spoke sincerely, and Bao Guowei could feel the kindness in his words. He turned around and bowed.

"Bingwen will keep this in mind. I will consult you on history if I have the chance in the future."

"I don't know what you mean." Fan Wenlan was beaming. "From now on, you and I will both be in Peking University. It's rare to find a close friend in life. I still have many things I want to discuss with you in terms of Marxist history!"

Bao Guowei's face twitched and he immediately said goodbye, wanting to get away from this "dangerous element" as soon as possible.

This gentleman's ideas are undoubtedly firm, but they are a little too aggressive.

"Where did Bingwen go?"

In the bustling crowd, Xu Zhimo, Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng originally wanted to go up and look for Bao Guowei.

But there were too many students. Some wanted to ask questions, some wanted Bao Guowei's autograph, and some wanted to shake hands with Bao Guowei.

In the end, in order to avoid causing trouble, Peking University President Chiang Menglin ordered the Peking University academic affairs staff to expel the students in an orderly manner, including Xu Zhimo and others.

Following the flow of people, Xu Zhimo wanted to call out to President Jiang Menglin but failed, and wanted to call out to Bao Guowei but failed either. He could only helplessly follow the crowd of students out of the auditorium.

After coming out, they couldn't find Bao Guowei either. The three people who had originally wanted to get him together became extremely anxious.

"It seems that Bingwen is planning to go back. I heard that after he arrived at Peking University, he almost stayed in the courtyard arranged by the school and never went out. It is said that he was preparing a textbook on "Macroeconomics." Lin Huiyin thought for a while and said.

"Is Bingwen going to write textbooks again?" Xu Zhimo was a little surprised.

But it’s not surprising when you think that the other person’s name is Bao Guowei.

"It's really exciting~" he sighed, but also said with melancholy. "However, his speech today is really worrying. I'm afraid it will cause a lot of trouble, right?"

Xu Zhimo felt helpless, fearing that this boy would encounter another accident.

"I don't think so." Liang Sicheng said with a smile. "Bingwen's research on history is very interesting. Now I understand why he was able to write Guns, Germs, and Steel and The Chrysanthemum and the Sword.

He thinks from a completely different perspective than we do. As for the impact, I think given Bingwen's current status, neither Zhang Xueliang nor Chang Kai-shek would touch him, right?
Besides, he did not directly ask the students to participate, but instead pointed them in the right direction.

As for which force this direction refers to, that is up to their own judgment."

"But." Xu Zhimo hesitated and finally sighed.

He couldn't even take care of his own affairs, so he had no time to care about Bao Guowei.

After searching for a long time, they walked out of the school, thinking that they would be able to catch Bao Guowei by going to his residence.

When he was halfway there, he saw Bao Guowei looking back.

Seeing the three people, Bao Guowei scratched his head apologetically and said with a bow.

"Sorry, sorry, I forgot about my three old friends. I was in a hurry to leave just now, and there were too many students."

Lin Huiyin covered her mouth and said, "You are so glorious and excited the students, but we were almost overwhelmed by the students."

Lin Huiyin said it was a joke, but Bao Guowei became more and more embarrassed and apologized repeatedly.

People have so many things to do that it is easy to forget things. It is obvious that the three people came to see me because of something.

Bao Guowei was thinking about his speech, the student group, and writing a book, and he forgot about these people.

But Xu Zhimo and Liang Sicheng didn't say anything and just put Bao Guowei under arrest.

"You kid, come with us quickly!" Xu Zhimo said gritting his teeth.

"Where are you going? What's going on?"

Bao Guowei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and just let them hold him.

Liang Sicheng smiled and said, "There is a literary salon in the east of the city. Bingwen, you can come with us. We haven't seen each other for a long time. It's time for us good friends in Shanghai to get together."

"Don't talk nonsense. You are a very evil man. Come with me to the salon and drink a few more glasses. If you drink less than five glasses, today's incident will definitely not end well."

"Hey, let's talk nicely."

Bao Guowei cursed but did not try hard to break free, otherwise with the strength of these two weak scholars, they would not be able to control him no matter what.

Lin Huiyin was behind, watching the three people playing and playing, with a sincere smile on her face.

A few people called two rickshaws and headed towards the east of the city, chatting and laughing.

Gathering with good friends is one of the few moments when we can forget our worries.

Under the guidance of Liang Sicheng, the rickshaw headed towards Zongbu Hutong in the northeast of the city.

Not long after, Bao Guowei saw a courtyard house on the corner of the street.

Bao Guowei, who remembers the life experiences of several people around him, naturally knows what this courtyard house is.

This courtyard house is not only of great significance to a few people, but also in the history of literature in the Republic of China. It has witnessed the birth of many important theoretical ideas in today's cultural circles.

And its owners are the couple on the rickshaw, Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng.

Later, because of Xie Wanying's sour remarks, this place was called "the wife's living room."

In fact, this is the city of Peking, a cultural circle with Lin Huiyin, Liang Sicheng and Xu Zhimo as the core, involving many fields such as literature, art, and architecture.

The three of them liked to get together, and they held them often when they were in Shanghai. Now that they were in Beijing, they naturally could not avoid the custom.

Seeing this courtyard house, Bao Guowei couldn't help but feel some expectations.

Is it possible to get to know famous figures from the Republic of China whom you have never met?

Lin Huiyin stood on tiptoe and looked inside the house. She smiled and greeted a few people, saying, "They have already started. I prepared a lot of stewed meat today and warmed up a few cans of rice wine. If you don't hurry up, they will all be gone."

When it comes to this, Xu Zhimo immediately becomes annoyed and points at Bao Guowei.

"You, you, if you let me miss the chance to eat braised pork with rice wine, I will definitely make you compensate me."

Bao Guowei, on the other hand, acted as if he was rich and spread out his hands, meaning, come on, I have plenty of money.

This made Xu Zhimo very angry. He was running around everywhere to make money, but Bao Guowei was the only one who made money without doing anything. He really couldn't tolerate it.

"You, you, you, if you come to Peking these days and don't treat us to a good meal, I will write an article scolding you."

"Alright, alright, you're asking for trouble by arguing with Bingwen, aren't you?" Liang Sicheng patted the other's shoulder, smiled and shook his head.

While chatting and laughing, they arrived at the living room of the main house.

At this moment, four people, a man and a woman, were already sitting in the living room, and a young woman was reciting a handwritten novel in her hand.

She has a petite figure and a very young face, but when she recites novels, her voice has a unique charm.

The room was filled with the aroma of stewed food, and the aroma of rice wine on the brazier was gradually rising. Combined with the novel being recited, it was a combination of vulgarity and elegance, and romance and reality echoing each other.

When they saw a few people, a young man smiled and said, "Brother Xisen, Brother Sicheng, you kept us waiting for so long! Didn't you say you were going to look for Bingwen? Is he here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several people noticed Bao Guowei behind them, and the four of them stood up tacitly.

"Bingwen?"

The young man couldn't help but exclaim.

"Hello."

Bao Guowei smiled and bowed, but found that there was an acquaintance among the two men and two women.

After some simple pleasantries, the eight people sat down around the stove and drank a few sips of rice wine to relieve the biting coldness on their bodies while Lin Huiyin introduced them to each other.

There is no need to say much about Bao Guowei's reputation. As long as you mention this name, there is basically no one in China who doesn't know him.

Lin Huiyin was afraid that Bao Guowei didn't know them, so she introduced the four people who were originally in the room.

First, it is the young man who spoke just now.

Lin Huiyin introduced Bao Guowei with a smile.

"This gentleman is our Peking University Spanish professor, Mr. Zhu Guangqian."

Zhu Guangqian?
Hearing the name, Bao Guowei raised his eyebrows.

When Peking University wanted to invite me to study abroad, it was said that there was a very heated debate.

I heard that this gentleman is still among them and has made a lot of efforts.

Now they actually met in the "Madam's living room".

The following people were naturally not simple either. After Bao Guowei heard their names, he felt that this "Madam's Living Room" was well worth the money.

The male one is Jin Yuelin.

The woman was Xiao Hong, who had just been reading a novel.

There is also Lu Yin, whom I met once in Hangzhou.

This cultural salon is really interesting.

(End of this chapter)