Subtitle of this chapter: I can’t count my friends, it’s not that the masters don’t come to you.

A week passed in a hurry. Now Yuan Yanshu's room is no different from that of the young men and women who lived alone in later generations.

Even if there were a little more paper balls on the table and the ground, maybe some boys had traffic... Well, the amount was large; the large ashtray was stuffed with cigarette butts, and Yuan Yan, who might not even be able to save his life, didn't care about his lungs now; the food residue in the dirty plate attracted good friends from humans, and they didn't mind eating bread, bacon and cheese sandwiches, but Master Yuan felt stomachache when he saw it. If he had a bowl of old sauerkraut now... OK OK, braised beef, he could even eat the heat-resistant paper bowl.

"Tu tuk tuk."

The sudden knock on the door interrupted Yuan Yanshu's thoughts and made him frown. These guys had been here several times and were driven away by themselves. I guess they knew that he was writing papers in their circle of friends before, so why did anyone disturb him?

Yuan Yan, who lacks sleep, has a bad temper and walks to the door barefoot and opens the door...

"Brother Hongjian, who are you...? Why are you in someone else's room?"

It’s strange. Why can’t my friend Xu Zhimo even recognize his friend Yuan Yanshu?

"Brother Shinsen, it's me...well!"

Yuan Yan suddenly opened her mouth and was shocked, his voice was hoarsely frosted by smoke.

"Ahem, I'm Yuan Yanshu. If you haven't seen Guisen for a few days, can't you recognize me? "

Xu Zhimo didn't come alone this time, and there was a man who was about the same age as them standing next to him. This guy is not tall, but doesn't have much hair, but he is very energetic, and he is handsome and has a pair of deep myopia glasses on his face.

"By the way, this one is..."

"Let me introduce this. This is He Jun from Shaoyang, Hunan. He Jun has just obtained a bachelor's degree from Pomona College in California and is preparing to continue his studies in New York."

A native of Hunan, whose surname is He, still studying economics... No wonder he looks familiar with this appearance. Yuan Yanshu asked tentatively: "Is Mr. He Lian in front of him?"

He Lian was stunned when he heard this and said in surprise: "I can't afford to be a gentleman. I am the same year as Xu Jun, and the word "cake" is Gu Lian. Can you ask how Yuan Jun met me?"

Yuan Yanshu thought to herself, I can’t tell you that because I studied at Nankai University for a while and passed by your portrait every day, I didn’t know you, so I knew you.

In later generations, this king, Ma Yinchu, Liu Dajun and Fang Xianting, were called the four major economists of the Republic of China, namely He Fang, the famous Ma Liu He Fang. He was also one of the first economists in China to come into contact with socialism, of course Yuan Yanshu must be one of them now. In 1948, he became the president of Nankai University, and his portrait was hung on the wall that Yuan Hongjian must pass every day. He looked at it for three months, so he recognized Master He Lian.

Master He's youth experience is also quite interesting. After finishing high school in his hometown Shaoyang, he entered the Guangxi Army Primary School with generous treatment, and was a classmate who looked down and looked up with the future boss of the Guangxi Department. However, a gunshot in front of the Huanghe Tower in 1911 changed the lives of the two teenagers. At that time, no one presided over the school, and a senior captain called everyone to go to Wuchang to participate in the revolution. He Lian really followed him, and Li Zongren, who did not follow him, transferred to the newly established Army Crash School and embarked on the road of warlords.

Seeing that He Lian was about to become a revolutionary hero, his father learned the news and sent someone to stop him halfway. He Lian was small and had a hard time walking along the way, so he followed the people to go home obediently. After that, he entered the college-of-yale-in-china run by the Americans, paying attention to the "yale" in the English name. This college is actually a church school run by missionaries sent by Yale University to China.

Yuan Yanshu had no choice but to call him and said, "So it's really Quelian, just call him brother Hongjian. I'm... By the way, Que Sen, why do you have the time to visit the humble house? Didn't you say you were going to the UK last time?"

Xu Zhimo said with a strange expression: "I am here to say goodbye today. Do you remember what we made an appointment?"

Yuan Yan suddenly slapped his forehead and remembered the agreement. He hurriedly said, "You two, please come in quickly. I have been writing my doctoral thesis these days and my mind is in chaos."

Yuan Yan suddenly turned to the guest, but saw the two visitors looking around and then looking at him after entering the door. Both of them looked a little embarrassed. The small He Lian couldn't help but touch his nose. He didn't understand at first, then looked down at the pajamas he was wearing, touched his thick haired face, and then suddenly realized.

After all, he was a visitor from later generations. He was sitting in front of the computer and shouting loudly with a large group of men in the university dormitory, shouting with a bare-barred man in front of the computer and shouting loudly. When he was in class, he was wearing a pair of beach pants, a kit, a T-shirt, and slippers. He carried egg-filled cakes and salted tofu flowers in his hands (the salty party was in my great demon city!)... He looked straight into the classroom with no squint eyes, and he would not pay attention to his dress. Of course, this also caused him to be with Xiao Zuo and Xiaoyou for four years of undergraduate studies.

As an intellectual of the Republic of China who received Westernization education in the 1920s, Yuan Yanshu should have claimed to be a "gentleman" and was wearing pajamas to meet guests. Even his peers were a bit rude. Of course, if he really became a master, even if he liked to run naked like Liu Ling among the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest... that would probably not work.

After all, times have changed. When being a master in this era, you should pay attention to your image. Otherwise, it would be the same as Mr. Lu Xun. Once he went to the Bund Huamao Hotel (later renamed Peace Hotel) to meet with the famous American female journalist Smedley. The janitor looked him all over and asked him to go through the back door directly. In fact, the back door of the hotel was for transportation of things and for the "subordinates". Mr. Lu Xun had a good temper and went around in a circle and entered through the back door. When he came to the elevator, the person who drove the elevator also looked him all over. He didn't even bother to lift his hands, so he waved his head to the other side: Go to the stairs!

There was no way, Mr. Lu Xun, the idol of thousands of young people at that time, had to climb up the stairs layer by layer.

Yuan Yan suddenly turned red and patted her head and said, "I've been confused by rushing to papers these days. Brother, I'm rude. Two brothers sit down and allow me to change my clothes."

Xu Zhimo, who is more familiar with him, said: "Brother Hongjian, please take care of yourself."

Yuan Yan hurriedly picked up a set of clothes and walked into the bathroom. He forgot that his room was so messy that he couldn't sit.
Chapter completed!