Subtitle of this chapter: I am a big tiger, a big tiger that is not a thick lamb.

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July 1, 1921...Don't be excited, don't be excited, don't be excited.

The famous "small meeting" that determines the fate of Cyris in the future... There are only thirteen participants who are not the small meeting or the general meeting?

Anyway, this will not be held on this day.

Let's start over:

The first Friday in July 1921. This was also the highest temperature in the UK, with the highest temperature around thirty degrees Celsius.

However, the British Isles are affected by the Atlantic warm current and Nordic air-conditioning current at the same time. It often rains, and the temperature will drop when it rains. Of course, there is another advantage of raining, which is that it can reduce the PM2.5 of this fog city.

Today, Britain has not yet completely de-industrialized, and the name of Wudu is just right.

It was drizzling this evening, and at night, pedestrians walking on the road could feel a hint of chill.

A gust of night wind blew, and Lin Huiyin, who had just gotten out of the car, couldn't help but tighten the big women's shawl on her body.

"Phyris, are you cold?" Xu Zhimo, who was beside him, hurriedly put on an umbrella and asked considerately.

Lin Huiyin shook her head slightly and said, "Hamilton, I'm fine."

"And..." She raised her cute little chin and pointed forward, "We're here too."

The Savoy Hotel is located in a prime location on the banks of the Thames, not far away is the famous Big Ben and London Bridge. Otherwise, how could Monet draw his "The Thames".

The river lights are shining in the night, and the lights are shining; the beautiful gardens in the building are melodious. It is a beautiful Western scenery and a prosperous atmosphere.

Lin Huiyin naturally took Xu Zhimo's arm, and the two walked towards Safoy...

They entered the hotel, walked through the lobby, came to the dance hall, showed the invitation to the waiter in front of the door, and then walked into the large dance hall in a typical Edward style.

"Dr. Yuan, just have one."

"Yes, yes, yeah. Even if you read one for me..."

At this time, many gorgeously dressed guests had already arrived in the dance hall, but Xu Lin and the others saw these guests gathering in a tight circle, making them completely unable to see the people inside.

But after hearing this, the center of the circle was Mr. Hongjian who invited the two of them to come.

Lin Huiyin immediately heard a clear male voice saying happily in the most standard "Queen English": "Since it is Ms. Catherine Mansfield's request, how can I not respond?"

"I happened to write a poem on my trip to England on this boat, and I took this occasion to dedicate it to the beautiful Queen of Bohemia... and of course you, my friends."

"Hey, isn't Ms. Katherine Mansfield your friend?" Lin Huiyin pulled Xu Zhimo's arm and said suspiciously.

Xu Zhimo nodded and said, "Well, I did send a invitation to Hongjian, but I didn't expect that she would arrive before us..."

The two of them also came outside the circle, but unfortunately Lin Huiyin was not tall and could not see the situation inside even if she stood on tiptoe.

However, she was so thoughtful that she made a strange discovery. The ladies present looked at the people in the circle with a strange look. This gaze was like a ferocious beast that had been hungry for several days and saw a large piece of good little lamb.

"Cough cough cough..." Mr. Hongjian said with a clear cough, "The title of this poem is "In me, past, present, future meet""

“In me, past, present, future meet…”

In my past, present and future...

Okay, there is no need to "write" anymore. This famous poem comes from the famous British anti-war poet Siegfried Sassoon (1889-1967).

Born in an upper class family in London, he studied at Cambridge University, but he volunteered to join the army before the outbreak of World War I, and performed bravely on the battlefield of World War I and made many achievements.

However, the cruel scenes on the battlefield and the death of his comrades made him deeply feel the scourge of war, so he withdrew from the army in 1917.

After returning to his hometown, Sasong expressed his anti-war position with a large number of poetic and literary works, which was his representative work. However, he had not written it in 1921.

As we all know, this poem is the most exciting, classic and famous:

“In me the tiger…”

I have a tiger in my heart...

"Crazy..."

Before he finished speaking, the crowd suddenly dispersed. Lin Huiyin, who was out of control, was almost squeezed by the crowd. Fortunately, Xu Zhimo beside him grabbed her in time.

And in a hurry, Lin Huiyin finally saw the "original face" of the poet through the gaps in the crowd...

He wore a black short tailless dress, and the customized dress that was close to the fit made him look elegant.

And his face... At this moment, the only feeling in her heart was the only word, handsome!

I saw this handsome and weird man Seris holding an ugly woman... Well, anyway, the hand of a girl who is not very good-looking.

Lin Huiyin had also met Manshufeier before. At that time, she thought that this female writer was quite beautiful, but at this time she believed that this old lady was in her thirties and was not worthy of my Mr. Hongjian at all.

Manshufeier was born in 1888 and this year is the thirty-three-year-old Royal Sister.

However, "her Mr. Hongjian" doesn't seem to care much about other people's age.

He walked towards the beautiful flower decorations on the table and reached out to pick a bright red rose from it.

“…sniffs the rose.”

...but I sniff the roses carefully.

Our Master Yuan put the rose on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, then turned around and gently inserted it on Manshufeier's hair.

"Shh..."

Somehow, the ladies at the scene sighed lightly or heavily.

Even Lin Huiyin was sighing, sighing, "Her Mr. Hongjian" was not arranging flowers for herself.

Amid a sigh, the handsome guy and talented man looked at Manshufeier's eyes and said in a voice:

“Look in my heart, kind friends, and tremble,”

Look at my heart, dear friends, you should tremble.

“Since there your elements assemble.”

Because that is what you should see.

He finally let go of the female writer's little hand, turned around and smiled slightly at everyone present, bowed and said, "THE END."

"Ba,ba,ba..."

There was a sudden warm applause in the dance hall.

"Crazy..."

Then everyone rushed towards "her Mr. Hongjian" together, almost squeezing her to the ground again.

"Dr. Yuan, this poem is amazing!"

"Thank you thank you."

"I'm so angry, I have a tiger in my heart, but I sniff the roses... I can't breathe when I hear this!"

“Where do it.”

"Dr. Yuan..."

"I'm so angry..."

After a while, the music started, and the men and women around him entered the dance floor and danced.

And Lin Huiyin was finally able to face "her Mr. Hongjian".

"Qi Sen, you are here!"

Our Master Yuan hugged Xu Zhimo enthusiastically. He didn't even look at the little girl next to him, but said very sincerely: "Thank you so much. Thank you for inviting Ms. Mansfield, otherwise..."

He turned to Manshufeier and said affectionately: "How can I get to know such a beautiful Queen of Bohemian?"

The "Queen of Bohemia" who was almost hanging on him also chuckled: "Yes, Hamilton. Thank you for your invitation, otherwise..."

She also looked back and murmured, "How could I get to know such a handsome Prince Seris?"

“SHALL WE?”

Yuan Yan suddenly took her hand and asked with a gentlemanly demeanor.

“OF COURSE…”

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

The little lady Lin couldn't help but coughed heavily, but also pulled her male companion's arm heavily.

Xu Zhimo finally reacted and raised his hand to stop him and said, "Brother Hongjian, wait a moment, I will introduce you to you. This is Miss Lin from Minhou, Lin Junchangmin's daughter..."

"Oh, this is Miss Lin." Our Master Yuan only noticed April in the world at this time.

At this sight, he immediately showed a strange light and let go of Manshufeier with both hands.

He cleaned his hair, tidyed his clothes, straightened his body, touched his heels with a "splash" and bowed his head to salute...

Seeing such formal and grand etiquette, Lin Huiyin was of course a little proud.

I only heard "her Mr. Hongjian" say in an extremely deep baritone voice: "Miss Lin, it's a great honor to see you."

"Mr. Hongjian, I am also honored. I am yours..."
Chapter completed!