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Writing in the Republic of China (49)

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    There is still a difference between the winter in Shanghai and the winter in Beiping, one is magic attack, the other is physical attack.

    ?The cold and damp environment in Shanghai really made Le Jing and the other three northerners very uncomfortable. It seemed that the bones and seams were soaked with cold moisture, and the damp quilt could not keep warm.  Not to mention Le Jing's health is not good

    But since they have come all the way to this most prosperous city in the Far East, there is no reason to stay at home to avoid the cold, and they should go out for a walk.

    Therefore, when he received Wu Yi's telegram of "it's just a small matter", Le Jing put the matter of losing the horse aside.

    Anyway, things have already happened, it's useless to think too much.  However, a few dog barks from Peking are nothing more than a disturbance to Shanghai thousands of miles away.

    So Le Jing and Yang Jinglun took Li Shuran to tour Shanghai seriously under the leadership of Ji Qi, a local.

    Lejing wanders in the streets and alleys, wandering in every corner of Shanghai, big or small, watching this flashy city and the pearl of the Far East with the eyes of a hundred years later.

    At this time in Shanghai, the Oriental Pearl Tower has not yet been built, the high-rise buildings are not unusual, the foreign buildings in Shiliyangchang are still very new, and the old cars in the old photos are making harsh horns.

    ? Only the water surface of the Huangpu River on the Bund is clear and has not changed for thousands of years.  It's like the old scenery, and it's like a dream once in a hundred years.

    Le Jing thought, he really still likes Shanghai a hundred years later.

    ? Although a hundred years later, housing prices in Shanghai will be very expensive, prices will be high, the pressure of survival will be great, and the air quality will be poor.

    But at least at that time, there was no foreigner's extrajudicial country in Shanghai, and there were few pedestrians who couldn't afford cotton-padded clothes on the road, and there were no dead bodies frozen to death on both sides of the street.

    Even many beggars in later generations are more decently dressed than the poor at this time.

    Le Jing led Li Shuran to have fun in Shanghai for three days.

    Then at noon on the fourth day, a telegram came from Peking.  The telegram was also sent to Ji Qi's home.  At that time, Ji Qi took them out to play and was not there. Ji Qi returned home in the evening and received a telegram, and then sent it to them overnight.

    This time the telegram is still very brief: "Yesterday, someone posted an article in the morning paper, Mr. Daoming's real identity, and Mr. Yan's past has been so bad, it's dangerous! What's your explanation, sir?"

    Although the telegram is short, the message is very important.

    Le Jing lowered his eyes in thought, tapped his fingers on the table casually, and let out a muffled hum.

    Yang Jinglun wondered, "How unbearable?" He seemed to be amused, and he comforted Le Jing: "Mr. don't care about this matter. That person must have made it up in order to become famous. How about Mr. character?  I know, I will definitely not be deceived by someone who framed me!"

    Although Yang Jinglun didn't know Li Jingran's real identity, he didn't believe the words "too unbearable" in the telegram.

    He has been in contact with Mr. Li for more than half a year. If he can't see what kind of person he is, he is blind.  Furthermore, when looking at character from literary quality, Mr. Li is so indifferent to fame and fortune, worried about the country and the people, has great righteousness in his heart, and sympathizes with the weak, he will definitely not have a "mostly unbearable" past.

    Ji Qi also said: "In my opinion, this kind of people don't need to be dealt with. Some tabloids like to publish rumors. Even me, since "Memoirs of a Courtesan" became popular, those newspapers said that I was an impatient lingering in flowers.  Pervert." He shook his head with a smile, and said with emotion: "I have experienced the so-called popular right and wrong."

    As soon as the knocking sound stopped, Le Jing raised his eyes to look at the two disapproving friends, and said with a light smile, "If you really knew about my past, then you wouldn't say that."  Emerging in the amber eyes, the boy replied calmly: "I used to be a good person, and I did a lot of wrong things."

    Yang Jinglun was stunned, and subconsciously began to distinguish: "Who didn't do some ridiculous things when he was young and frivolous? Who can guarantee that he will never do wrong things in this life? Don't worry too much, sir." Until now, he naively thought that  The wrong things that Li Jingran said were just absurd things like young people who are young and energetic, greedy for money and good wine.

    However, Ji Qi read something from Le Jing's expression. He looked at Le Jing inquiringly and asked, "What wrong things did you do in the past?"

    Under the candlelight, the young man's fair face flickered with the swaying flames, and those amber eyes seemed to be stained with deep shadows, as if white jade was stained with ink, adding a hint of ghostly danger.

    He squinted his eyes, but smiled at the corners of his mouth in a leisurely manner, and answered the question: "At first, I wondered when this matter would be revealed¡ªas I became more and more famous, I didn't expect my past to be hidden for a lifetime.  Now that the opportunity has exploded, it really can only be done by him."

    Ji Qi was confused and stood up anxiouslyIf he publishes novels so that his talent will not be wasted, it can also wash away the stigma of the Li family because of his unfilial son and revive the Li family.

    He withdrew his wandering thoughts and continued to read his father's letter.  Sure enough, his father changed the subject at the end of the letter, saying that he would write a letter with Li Jingran to discuss the next thing.

    Li Jingliang raised the corners of his lips, and he could almost see the scene after he revived the Li family's lintel.

    Of course, Li Jingran is just the beginning.  He couldn't forget the faces of those who humiliated and beat him that day!  Is it great to be rich and powerful?  Better bully the Pulsatilla than bully the poor boy!  One day he will climb to the top and trample those who humiliated him to the bottom!

    Le Jing has always been very patient.

    While waiting, he sent telegrams to some people and wrote 1/3 of the article he had been planning to write.

    He believes that now that the movie "Memoirs of a Courtesan" is a hit, Shanghai newspapers will be happy to reprint the original author's scandal report.

    Le Jing didn't wait too long.

    Three days later, the "Huangpu River Daily" published the full text of the article.

    When Yang Jinglun and Ji Qi rushed into the house, Le Jing had just finished reading the article titled "The Hypocrite Night Watchman" verbatim.

    "Sir, this article is all fake, right?!"

    "Jing Ran, you didn't do these things, did you?"

    Meeting the surprised gazes of the two, the young man propped his chin, tilted his head to look at them, and said with a casual smile: "Most of them are true, some are done by me, some are wrong, and some I have a clear conscience." He  After thinking about it, he added: "Of course, I wrote the articles myself, and Editor Yang can testify to that."

    Facing the young man's gaze, Yang Jinglun nodded silently, while Ji Qi, who was always eloquent, was speechless and didn't know what to say.

    The young man glanced at them, and his eyes flashed narrowly: "Why, aren't my prodigal sons allowed to turn back?"

    Ji Qi wiped his face, and said with a helpless smile: "You prodigal son turned back too thoroughly, didn't you?"

    So the boy smiled happily: "This is the only way to be dramatic, and it is worthy of being a role model for educating people, isn't it?"

    Yang Jinglun finally regained his senses. At this time, he looked at Le Jing with complicated eyes. He couldn't distinguish between the elegant and noble boy in front of him and the man in the article who was full of food, drinking, prostitution, gambling, poison, and disobedience to his elders.  people connect.

    "Sir, there must be something hidden in it, right? You have difficulties, right?"

    Le Jing thought for a while, then smiled complacently: "You think you can only be self-defiled and innocent for the sake of filial piety, how about this kind of persona?"

    Yang Jinglun's eyes lit up. Although he didn't understand what Le Jing's "personality" was, it didn't prevent him from understanding other words, and he said excitedly: "So those are really fake? Mister pretended to be  ¡­That kind?!"

    Le Jing responded with a meaningful smile.

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