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In the winter of the eighth year of the Republic of China (January 1919), Beijing.

The sky was gloomy, and the Qianmen Railway Station was densely filled with rickshaws and horse-drawn carriages. The coachmen shrank their hands and necks, sitting on the foot pads of the windshield water dustpan, pulling around. The snow on the side of the road was still there, and the Zhengyangmen Arrow Tower in the distance stood majestic, presenting the style and withering of the old imperial capital.

The train from Fengtian entered the station. Under the huge locomotive, the steel crankshaft and connecting rod swung rhythmically, driving the red wheels to move forward slowly, and a large mass of steam emitted, and the platform was misty. The door of the third-class carriage opened, and the conductor wearing a golden hoop hat jumped down first with a small flag, and then the passengers outside the pass carrying large bags and small luggage and wearing bloated winter clothes.

Chen Zikun jumped off the train with his bedding roll, and did not rush to the exit. He walked to the locomotive first, and carefully looked at this rough and evil steel behemoth.

"Mom, why is this big iron lump so strong?" He took off his dog-skin hat and scratched his messy hair, exclaiming sincerely.

A little boy of five or six years old ran over excitedly, stood beside the locomotive and shouted in Wunong soft words. A pink little face under the velvet tiger-head hat was blushing, and he shouted: "Sister, come and see, it's so white!" He just turned around and shouted, noticing that he had reached the edge of the platform. Suddenly his feet were empty, and his arms were firmly grasped by a pair of powerful hands.

"Keep it!" Seeing that the little boy was about to fall off the platform, Chen Zikun grabbed him.

The little boy's sister hurriedly chased after him. This was a petite round-faced girl, who was sixteen or seventeen years old, had a blue cotton robe in Yindanshilin, and a long snow-white woolen scarf around her neck, covering her mouth and nose, only revealing a pair of shiny eyes, as if she was smiling.

Have you ever seen such a slender and agile girl in the snowy fields of Changbai Mountain? Chen Zikun's eyes immediately frozen.

"Thank you." The girl's voice was soft and glutinous, and the lingering sound was lingering.

Chen Zikun, who was infatuated, scratched his head foolishly, and couldn't speak. He watched the girl pull the little boy away, and his blue figure was as slender as a small willow tree.

"Mom, I'm so slap. I'm saying thank you to you, but I don't know how to say politely. It's such a waste to catch up with me!" Chen Zikun raised his hand and slapped himself.

The parents of the siblings were bargaining with the servants who were moving luggage in the station. There were two large rattan boxes and several suitcases piled on the ground, cloth bags, gentlemen, long robe and glasses, wife was fur, high cheekbones and thin lips, still charming, and a thick and big-footed old mother followed behind.

Seeing a pair of children coming back, the wife scolded the girl: "Let Nong look forward to her brother, what are you doing? There are so many people at the railway station, so how can I do if I abduct you?"

The girl lowered her head and twisted the corner of her clothes without saying a word. At this time, the gentleman and the servant had agreed on the price and said gently: "Okay, okay, Mr. Chen is still waiting for us, let's go."

The family walked towards the exit, and no one noticed a few feet behind him, following a guy with a bedding roll and a dog-skin hat on his back.

The exit entrance was bustling with many people. The girl's family was blocked at the door at this time. The station was crowded with people. The girl held her brother's hand tightly. The wife muttered something to the old mother. The face was covered with clouds. It seemed that she was very unhappy. The husband was so hot that the glasses were foggy. When he was taking them off and wiping them, a white-faced man in a top hat shouted: "Don't squeeze, don't squeeze," but his feet kept striking, knocking the husband and taking off his top hat and said politely: "I'm sorry for you." He spoke with an authentic Beijing accent.

"Not hindrance." Mr. Mandarin has a distinct southern flavor.

The white-faced man turned his head and left, smiling proudly at his accomplices in the dark. Suddenly, a hand like an iron plier grabbed his neck, and he couldn't turn around, so he watched his other hand reach into his arms and pull out the wallet that had just been warmed up.

The white-faced man turned his head and saw that he was a tall and powerful man. Qianglong was not suppressing the local snake. He couldn't swallow his anger. He was about to have trouble when he suddenly saw a soldier wearing a blue and gray military uniform coming from behind. He knew that it was the army of the Ministry of Transportation's road guardian army and had never been inconsistent with his mountain-back station police station, so he quickly stopped, said, "Boy, you have a habit," and turned around and left quickly.

The girl's family left the station, and a man in a tweed coat came up and smiled and said, "Brother Zhimin, you have finally arrived. I'm looking forward to the autumn water."

The gentleman also smiled and said, "Brother Zhongfu is fine. I think you are still handsome. You are a slut, and you have my children."

He also introduced to his wife: "This is Mr. Chen Duxiu, the director of liberal arts at Peking University who I often mention to you."

When the wife saw that the visitor was a decent professor, her worries were gone and she smiled gently, "Hello, Professor Chen, our old Lin often mentioned you, and she heard that she was mature, Wen Jing, Wen Long, called people."

"Hello Uncle Chen." A pair of children shouted obediently and cleverly.

Chen Duxiu laughed heartily, and Mr. Lin also laughed happily. Suddenly, he saw the servant who helped them carry their luggage smiling humbly, and hurriedly said, "Oh, I forgot to give you money." He reached out to his arms to dig it, and there was no trace of his wallet.

"Oh no, there is an appointment letter from the Ministry of Education and a 200-yuan bill in the wallet. What should I do?" Mr. Lin was so anxious that he was sweating.

"How can you not be careful!" The wife's eyebrows stood up and she got angry on the spot.

"Sir, your wallet fell off." A man with a unkempt face and bearded came over from behind and handed over his wallet. Mr. Lin hurriedly answered, "Thank you." He took out two one-yuan bills issued by the Bank of Communications from the wallet and handed them over.

The man didn't even look at the money, and said righteously: "Be careful next time."

The wife pressed Mr. Lin’s hand holding the banknotes down, changed her smile and said, “Thank you.”

The girl and the little boy also had a very tutor and said, "Thank you, uncle."

Chen Zikun's heart, which was already proud, seemed to have been poured with cold water. Uncle, am I that old? He stroked his beard and felt sad. He forgot all the words he had prepared to pick up, so he had to hold his fists with a straight face and strode away in a bold manner.

Mr. Lin looked at his back and praised: "Therefore, the practice of education is to build the best virtues, starting from the capital. Beijing is indeed the place of best virtues."

Chen Duxiu said: "Brother Zhimin has such a deep foundation in Chinese studies. Why not come to our Peking University to be a professor."

"With Brother Zhongfu here, how dare I show off my skills? It's enough to be a minor official in the Ministry of Education." Mr. Lin said with a smile.

"Don't delay, let's go back. The house is ready. It's in the Houzhai Hutong on Shifuma Street..." Chen Duxiu helped lift a suitcase, waved and called three rickshaws over.
Chapter completed!