Chapter 44: Memory has been restored?

It took Chen Zikun three days to get rid of the role of Julian. When he went to bed the first two nights, the sad and romantic scenes on the Tianjin Pier always appeared in his mind, the sea ship in the night, the beautiful face of Miss Yao with pear blossoms and the earth-shaking kiss.

Whenever this happens, Chen Zikun will smack his lips and savor the wonderful taste, and then sigh: "The hero is sad to pass the beauty."

Once, when I was smacking my lips, Xing'er saw him and asked him curiously, "What good things did you eat, why did you always smack your lips?" Chen Zikun blushed on the spot.

The banknotes given by Miss Yao are colorful, not only with the Grand Prix ticket, but also with the British pound and the US dollar. One pound can be exchanged for seven and a half oceans, and one dollar can be exchanged for three oceans. These money is equivalent to at least three or four hundred yuan. Chen Zikun asked Xiao Shunzi to HSBC and Citibank to exchange foreign currencies into oceans, and added three rickshaws and some possessions. The scale of the Tsinghua Car Factory is getting bigger and bigger.

As for those jewelry, he carefully collected them, hoping that one day he would return the items to the original owner.

Xiao Shunzi said that Miss Yao had appeared at the Six Kingdoms Hotel these days, and Chen Zikun couldn't help but worry about her, but then he thought that he was the daughter of the deputy director of the Ministry of Transportation, and he couldn't solve anything, and he was still worried about it with a coolie.

Time passed day by day. Every day, Chen Zikun would go to Lin's house on Shifuma Street to wait for Lin Wenjing, but he had never waited for her. Since the fireworks party, Miss Lin has not left the door and has not stepped in. She is obediently studying her homework at home. Chen Zikun naturally didn't know that when Lin's mother reported the incident last time, Mr. Lin scolded her daughter fiercely and punished her not to go out during the entire winter vacation.

Despite this, Chen Zikun still waited at the entrance of the alley every day. Mr. Lin and Mrs. Lin went out early and came back late every day to socialize various dinner parties. Naturally, they didn't know that there was a person like him. But Zhang, who was guarding the door, was on guard every day, holding a big broom in his hand and was always ready to beat the driver who was ill-hearted.

After waiting for another morning, Chen Zikun pulled the car in disappointment and was about to leave. Suddenly, someone shouted "Rail car."

Looking back, it was Director Li of Peking University Library.

Li Dazhao also recognized Chen Zikun and smiled kindly, "It's Xiao Chen, are you just coming back or are you going out?"

Chen Zikun said: "Mr. Li, I am no longer pulling a cart in Lin Mansion."

"Oh, now?"

"Take a cart at the car factory."

Li Dazhao seemed quite interested, and raised his legs and got on the car, continued to chat with Chen Zikun, asking him how much money he had to pay to the car factory in a month, how much he could have left, whether he could eat, or something. Chen Zikun has been here in the streets and alleys to exchange a lot of experience with the guys who pulled the car in the streets and alleys, and said: "Training a car is just a chewy grain, and you can still earn two more while you are young. Don't look at the fact that you run fast with the car now, you may fall on the road in the future and then disappear."

Li Dazhao sighed: "It doesn't cost or technology to pull rickshaws. Farmers who have lost their land and bankrupt urban civilians all go to this industry. There are too many monks and too little porridge, so where can you make any money? It's better to do this. Every day, you go to the entrance of the alley to pick me up when you go to Peking University when you get off work. I will settle it for you on a monthly basis. What do you think?"

Chen Zikun said: "Mr. Li is a good person, so let's make the decision. I will pick you up and drop you off on time. If it's too late, let your friends come and take me on my behalf."

Li Dazhao nodded with a smile.

While walking and chatting, he unknowingly arrived outside a house. Li Dazhao got off the driveway: "You are waiting for me here."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Chen Zikun put the rickshaw in the shelter next to the screen wall and sat down to rest.

A moment later, another rickshaw came. A suited guest in the car paid the fare and hurried into the door. Chen Zikun recognized him and the person who came was Chen Duxiu, the chief of the liberal arts department of Peking University.

"Whose mansion is this?" Chen Zikun looked up at the gate. There was a wooden sign on it with two words: Cai's House.

Half an hour later, Li Dazhao and Chen Duxiu came out with anger, followed by an old man in a long robe and jacket, which was Mr. Cai Yuanpei, the president of Peking University.

Chen Zikun quickly stood up, dusted the seat with a towel, and waited for Mr. Li to get on the car. Cai Yuanpei and Li Chen whispered: "This is a telegram sent by Liang Qichao from Paris. Lin Changmin personally transferred it to me. You must spread it as soon as possible so that the students can know what happened at the meeting..."

He suddenly saw Chen Zikun and smiled and said, "This worker, we are meeting again."

Li Dazhao said: "Principal Cai knows him?"

Cai Yuanpei said: "Of course I know Liu Shipei and Gu Hongming's disciples, but the two teachers have a lot of opinions. They said that you have fished for three days and had a serious absenteeism."

Chen Zikun scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

Li Dazhao replied for him: "For a coachman, the loss is extremely huge, and it cannot be compensated by learning a few more words."

Cai Yuanpei agreed and sighed: "Shouchang has studied the livelihood issues of the working class very thoroughly."

A cold wind blew, and Cai Yuanpei smiled and said, "We will talk about it tomorrow if you have something to do, so I won't send it away."

Chen Duxiu and Li Dazhao got into the car. Chen Zikun pulled the rickshaw and took big steps. Cai Yuanpei stood at the gate and watched them leave. Seeing Chen Zikun bent down and pulled the cart, a feeling of familiarity suddenly flashed through his mind.

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When they arrived at the Red Building of Peking University, Chen and Li got out of the car. Li Dazhao said, "Come in and take a rest before leaving."

Chen Zikun agreed happily that as the two entered the Red Chamber, although it was winter vacation, many students were still stranded in school to read and study. Several students in the corridor who were talking big in the corridor immediately shouted: "Classmates, the latest news in Paris has arrived!"

Chen and Li quickly walked into the library. The students quickly surrounded the two of them and discussed the current situation enthusiastically. Chen Zikun squatted beside the heating system, took out two steamed buns from his arms and baked them on the radiator. Then he heard words such as "President Wilson" and "Fourteen Statements" coming from the crowd. The college students were all excited, as if they were injected with chicken blood.

Suddenly a familiar figure came into view. Assistant Mao was standing on the ladder, using a feather duster to clean the dust on the bookshelf. There were several patches on the long gown, and the stitches were very thick, and it seemed that they were sewing them himself.

After Assistant Mao got off the ladder, Chen Zikun greeted: "Brother Mao, did you eat it?"

"Eat it." Assistant Mao replied, but his stomach started to rumbling. He smiled embarrassedly and said, "I ate it in the morning, and I'm hungry again now."

Chen Zikun handed him a steamed bun: "Hold it."

Assistant Mao hesitated for a moment, took the steamed bun and said thank you, took his large enamel jar, filled it with hot water and handed it to Chen Zikun: "Drink some boiled water."

The two of them squatted beside the heating, eating steamed buns and drinking boiled water. Chen Zikun said, "Brother Mao, why don't you discuss the current situation with them?"

Assistant Mao shook his head and said, "There is no choice but to do things with each other, so there is nothing to talk about with them."

Chen Zikun asked: "What are they talking about?"

Assistant Mao said: "They are discussing the Paris Peace Conference. Xiao Chen, let me ask you a question. There is a group of wolf, insects, tigers and leopards in the forest, which specializes in feeding on weak animals. One day, a new lion came and said that I don't eat small animals, and I will support you small animals."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Zikun curled his lips and said, "The lion is fooling them. How can he live without eating small animals? Could it be that he is vegetarian?"

Assistant Mao smiled and said, "Yes, even you understand the truth, but these Peking University students don't understand it. Putting their hopes on the new lion, you say it's ridiculous or not. What's the point of talking about with such people?"

Chen Zikun stretched out his thumb and praised: "Brother Mao, I'll accept you."

Assistant Mao smiled and shook his head, lowered his head to eat steamed buns.

"I said, you should find a wife, look at your poor skills." Chen Zikun changed the subject and pointed to the slanted patch on Assistant Mao's cotton robe and said.

Assistant Mao smiled again, rubbed the patches, and a happy blush appeared on his face. Yes, how could Worker Chen know that these patches were from the hands of Sister Kaihui.

"I'm leaving Beijing next month." Assistant Mao said.

"Why, the job is not satisfactory?" Chen Zikun asked.

"Although it only costs eight yuan a month, for a bachelor, one person is full and the whole family is not hungry. I think Beijing is no longer suitable for my development. I want to go back to Hunan and create a new world that belongs to me by the Xiangjiang River."

Assistant Mao's eyes shone with a deep light and he clenched his fists gently.

"Eat soon, it's all cold." Chen Zikun drank boiled water and bit the steamed buns, not noticing Assistant Mao's ambitions.

After taking a nap, Chen Zikun cheered up and said goodbye to Assistant Mao. When he went out to pull the cart, he was about to leave when he saw Xu Er squatting in the corner of the wall, writing and drawing on the notebook with a pen tip. He had glasses stuck on his face, but when he looked closely, he was just a glasses without eyewear.

Chen Zikun walked over quietly, snatched the small notebook in Xu Er's hand, and read the words on it loudly: "Cat catches mice, dogs guard the gate, people have no profession, so they are not as good as cats and dogs. I want to get stuck with Cui Lian... Hahaha, Xu Er, who is Cui Lian?"

Xu Er's face was flushed and rushed over to grab the small notebook in Chen Zikun's hand. He was short and couldn't even jump up. He shouted anxiously: "My surname is Chen, please return the notebook to me!"

Chen Zikun laughed loudly, and threw the notebook back after teasing him enough, and pulled the cart away, but he was secretly surprised that Xu Er could actually recognize so many words, and it seemed that he was going to chase him.

After making up his mind, he immediately ran to Liu Shipei's house. Professor Liu saw that he had been here for so long before he came to the door. He was slightly displeased and asked him, "Have I finished reading the Lecture Notes on the History of Chinese Middle Literature for you?"

Chen Zikun hasn't touched the book these days, but he lied: "I've finished reading it."

Liu Shipei has been teaching for many years, how could he not tell that he was lying? He coughed a few times and sneered: "Okay, I'll give you a test paper. If you can answer 30% of the test questions, I will believe you. If you can't, you won't use it next time."

After saying that, he took a test paper and took a test. Chen Zikun looked at it and couldn't help but take a breath. He knew all the Chinese characters on it, but when they were combined together, he was completely blind. He scratched his ears and heads for a long time, and suddenly a flash of inspiration seemed to be preserving the answers to these test questions in front of him. He wrote as if he was in awesome, and he filled out the test paper, and completed the last essay.

Liu Shipei took the test paper and secretly said, "This is the Chinese graduation exam question for Shanghai Private Middle School. You answered all of them and wrote such a colorful article. It seems that your memory has been restored."
Chapter completed!