Zhou Zuoren left the party and returned to his home at No. 11, Badaowan Hutong, Peiping.

At this time, he and Luxun had not broken up yet. The two brothers lived together and had a very harmonious relationship.

Luxun gave lectures at Peking University and Beijing Higher Normal University, and returned home to write essays and novels.

After dinner, the two chatted. Zhou Zuoren gave his brother a poem copied from the female student today. He admired these poems very much.

After reading it, Lu Xun praised it very much.

He was not very interested in those romantic love poems, but instead praised "A Generation".

Although the whole poem only has two sentences, it has far-reaching meaning and is quite as charming as the Indian poet Tagore. Most of Tagore's poems are concise and timeless, full of philosophy.

At this time, the Republic of China was first established and the future of the country was uncertain. A few years ago, Yuan Shikai restored and became emperor, and the Beiyang government is now in chaos.

Internal and external troubles, and misfortunes.

"The night gave me black eyes, but I used it to find light."

This poem is so in line with this era, and the title "A Generation" is used to point out the topic.

Even if our generation moves forward in the dark, they cannot give up hope, but instead seek a bright future for the country.

The poem has heavy content, but it has inspiring power.

"These poems can be published in the Morning Post." Lu Xun affirmed, "The debate about new poetry can be stopped, this is the best example."

Since the magazine "New Youth" moved to Shanghai, the supplement of "Morning Post" has become the base for the activities of new literary authors.

"It's natural to publish it, but unfortunately I don't know who the author is?" Zhou Zuoren said with a wry smile.

"Oh, what's going on?" Lu Xun said strangely.

So Zhou Zuoren told the story, these poems were just unintentional works used by poets to pursue girls.

After hearing this, Lu Xun could only smile bitterly and shake his head, not knowing what to say.

"It's better to ask, it's a pity not to publish it." Finally, Lu Xun said.

Zhou Zuoren also thinks so. It is certainly a beautiful story to spread it in private, but if it cannot be made public and everyone can appreciate it, it is a pity.

He had asked the female student who was reciting to inquire about the news and tried to find the author.

The female student returned home and found her sister and asked her sister to go to school to find someone, which was what Mr. Zhou meant.

The girl who was in middle school was quite excited.

These poems are only circulated in their small circles in the school, and are now valued by university professors. Mr. Zhou Zuoren, who is very prestigious in the literary world. This is a big news, and she agreed immediately.

The next day, she found Feng Chengcheng and explained her purpose.

Feng Chengcheng didn't expect that even if he left Shanghai, he would still be unable to get rid of Lin Zixuan.

When she first received a letter from Lin Zixuan, she felt very disgusted and felt that Lin Zixuan was entangled like a scoundrel. She had already made her clear position, but this person didn't know how to advance and retreat.

She immediately wanted to reply and denounce it.

However, the poems in the letter are quite interesting, and she decided to refuse politely in a few days.

However, Lin Zixuan's letters were written one after another, and each letter contained a poem. Although it was not a day, she had received forty or fifty poems in the past two or three months.

Lin Zixuan naturally couldn't remember so many poems, and sometimes he just wrote lyrics from later generations to make up his numbers.

These poems cannot be hidden from the people around Feng Chengcheng. One thing her friend Wang Yueqi has to do every day is to help Feng Chengcheng win the trust, and then wait to read the new poems, and often joke about it.

Over time, Feng Chengcheng got used to it. If he had not received Lin Zixuan's letter that day, he would feel a little uneasy.

Although she did not reply to Lin Zixuan, she did not explicitly refuse.

When she graduated from middle school in July, she will return to Shanghai and then solve this problem.

She still wanted to go to college in her heart, but she was no longer so persistent when she was in Peking or Shanghai.

These poems were spread through Wang Yueqi's small and medium-sized students in girls' schools. It was the little girls who had just fallen in love that had no resistance to such love poems, and they copied them into books and regarded them as treasures.

Feng Chengcheng didn't stop him and felt a little satisfied.

She also likes these poems, but it would be even better if it weren't for Lin Zixuan's writing. Now it seems that she is relying on him to show off, which makes the eldest lady of the Feng family a little troubled.

Of course there is also a little sweetness in this trouble.

Today, a classmate suddenly came to her and said that Mr. Zhou Zuoren wanted to publish these poems in newspapers and wanted to seek the author's opinions.

This made Feng Chengcheng not know what to do.

She didn't want to contact Lin Zixuan, but Zhou Zuoren is a great writer and is very influential among students. She admires her very much, so she is not easy to refuse.

Anyway, these poems were written for her, so you don’t have to ask Lin Zixuan anymore, just publish them directly, at most you will have his name signed.

Feng Chengcheng thought boredly.

But it is not good to do this. After all, it is a private letter. I don’t know if Lin Zixuan is willing to publish his poems in the newspaper. Moreover, most of the poems are love poems and are written in a more extraordinary way.

It's really annoying.

"Just write him a letter to ask, what's the big deal?" Wang Yueqi encouraged him.

"I don't know if it was written by him, maybe it was written by someone who paid money to hire him to write it." Feng Chengcheng said angrily.

"That happens. You will be in a panic as soon as you ask. He will not bother you again in the future." Wang Yueqi suggested.

"Then you won't see new poetry in the future." Feng Chengcheng teased.

"Yes! Then don't expose him." Wang Yueqi said depressedly.

Two little girls walked on campus talking and laughing, making it a beautiful scenery.

"Why don't you do this, you can test him." Not long after, Wang Yueqi came up with an idea, "The school is about to rehearse a drama. Isn't Master Lin talent? You write a letter to Master Lin to write a drama and talk about the publication of poetry, so that it won't seem too deliberate."

"He knows how to write poetry, but he is not a versatile talent." Feng Chengcheng refused.

"Ah, are you talking for him?" Wang Yueqi said in surprise, "Don't you hate him? Cheng Cheng, you have changed your mind."

"I won't tell you." Feng Chengcheng took a few steps quickly, preventing Wang Yueqi from seeing her shy appearance.

That night, Feng Chengcheng wrote a letter under the lamp with a pen.

The letter said that the school wanted to rehearse a drama and needed a script. I wonder if Lin Zixuan could write a drama. I was very grateful. Finally, I said that Mr. Zhou Zuoren, a big shot in the literary world in Peking, appreciated Lin Zixuan's new poems and asked Lin Zixuan if he would like to publish it.

The whole letter is plain and says serious things, and no sentence involves the personal relationship between children.

Feng Chengcheng read the letter several times, and was sure that there was no sentence that would cause misunderstanding, so he put it in the envelope and prepared to send it tomorrow.
Chapter completed!