Chapter 378: Lu Xun

"Why didn't you say this, hey, Lu Xun said." Although Lin Jingxuan didn't know who interrupted, but when someone said that the sentence was not Lu Xun said, he immediately retorted, "This sentence is What is written in Lu Xun's book, why isn't that what Lu Xun said? "
"This sentence was told by Qian Xuantong at the time. I compiled it into the preface, so in theory, it should be Qian Xuantong."
"Is there such a statement?" Lin Jingxuan gave a moment's glance, feeling that this person was justified, so he looked up at this person.
This is a man in his forties, wearing a long coat from the Republic of China period, with a beautiful moustache, looking slightly serious, but not too serious.
"You are?" Lin Jingxuan looked at this unknown man, subconsciously thinking that he was the kind of nerd, and when someone said something wrong, he came over to correct it.
"This is one of my uncles." Fang Ze quickly stood up and introduced, "The one I told you before can help you make mini games. I didn't expect to meet here."
"Oh hello hi."
While greeting, Lin Jingxuan opened a chair beside him, signalling that the man could come over.
"My name is Lin Jingxuan. What's your name?"
"Zhou Zhangshou." Lu Xun looked around for a while before saying his name.
Lu Xun, formerly known as Zhou Zhangshou, was later renamed Zhou Shuren.
Personality: Untiring, Gender: Male
Great writer, thinker, revolutionary.
Well-known deeds are bad teeth, severe dental caries, and eating too many sweets will hurt your skeptical life, but every time you go to Wangfujing to see a dentist, you will go to Daoxiang Village to buy a bunch of cookies before going home.
A teacher who had a passionate record of himself in his prose. Because when he was studying, only the subjects taught by this teacher failed in all subjects.
When he was separated from his wife, he lay on the grass and missed his wife, but was disturbed by a nearby pig, so he had a fight with the pig.
The real Lu Xun is different from the imaginary Lu Xun. At least he is not a serious person by nature, but a person who loves to laugh and is very humorous, which can be seen from his various essays.
The reason why everyone thinks that Lu Xun is an extremely serious person is largely related to the need for propaganda.
After all, in that dark age, as a warrior who tore the haze with a pen and sword, people needed to shape him into a serious person to maintain this solemnity.
"This Uncle Zhou is a university teacher." Fang Ze told Lin Jingxuan, "At the same time, he is also an avid fan of Lu Xun, often using Lu Xun himself, so he just said that sentence was not what he said. "
"That's it. Understand, understand." Lin Jingxuan knew that the literati would always have a little quirk, so there was no doubt about Fang Ze at the moment.
As a school tyrant, Lu Xun's IQ is definitely very high. After he came to this world, he listened to Lin Jingxuan and Fang Ze's conversation by observing, drinking, and roughly guessing where he was. Ze's words also nodded in agreement, without refuting.
"I'm the same as Fang Ze, and I'll call you Uncle Zhou." Lin Jingxuan said to Lu Xun, "I'm a gamer, and recently I have an idea, I want to make one. Guess which of the following words Lu Xun said Game, so I need an expert who studies Lu Xun to help me supervise the content. After all, there are too many Lu Xun words on the Internet now, which ones are Lu Xun said and which are not Lu Xun said, we do n’t know.

"Oh." Although Lu Xun did not understand what Lin Jingxuan meant by words like Internet, and why there were many people pretending to speak, he didn't ask much. Instead, he set his sights on Fang Ze.
"I think it's too late now." Fang Ze looked at Lin Jingxuan and said, "Uncle Zhou's home is nearby. I'll go back with Uncle Zhou, and wait until tomorrow to go to your studio?"
"Also." Lin Jingxuan told Fang Ze the location of his studio, then a few people chatted for a while, Fang Ze made excuses and led Lu Xun away.
"Is this still the Imperial Capital?" Lu Xun followed Fang Ze out of the cafe, and looked at the dazzling streets and buildings and asked.
"Yes," Fang Ze replied, "but the location is probably the same as the suburb of the imperial capital."
I asked Fang Ze clearly how many years it is now, and Lu Xun said, "I had a small courtyard house in the emperor that year. I don't know if it is now or not. Can you take me to see it?"
"I can't go there," said Fang Ze, pointing to a ten-story high-rise building. "You used to live in the small courtyard house. Until now, there are still more to change to such a building."
The impact of Fang Ze's words on Lu Xun is probably the same as the area along the coast of Jiangsu and Zhejiang. The poor fishermen who could n’t afford to eat and hunger with hairy crabs learned that the hairy crabs they ate had become something that rich people can only eat. The big white rice thinking about dreams is enough.
The two returned to Fang Ze's home. Fang Ze had not returned yet. Fang Ze cleaned up the room where Jiang Liuer had lived before and let Lu Xun live.
"This is a computer." Fang Ze explained to Lu Xun how to use the computer, and said what the network means and what it means.
"I want to see what subsequent generations think of me." Lu Xun said, looking up at Fang Ze.
"This, I don't think so." Fang Ze typed Lu Xun on the keyboard and came up with a lot of search results.
"Do you see anything on the screen?"
"No, it's all white."
"That's it." Fang Ze knew that the shielding mechanism was working.
Although Lu Xun was not created by literary works like Li Yunlong, the shielding mechanism also acted on him.
"Can you look at others, I want to see what happened to my relatives and friends after I died."
"This should work."
Fang Ze entered the name of Lu Xun's chess player Xu Guangping in the search bar, and then opened her Baidu encyclopedia.
Although Fang Ze did not want Lu Xun to see Xu Guangping's life after his death, even if he did not enter Xu Guangping first, Lu Xun would still ask to see it.
After Xu Guangping's death, what he had just started was very good. Especially after the founding of the People's Republic of China, he was also elected as a member of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, Deputy Secretary-General of the State Council, and led a delegation to Europe, Neon and other countries,
Her application for membership at that time was approved and approved by the two leaders, the chairman and the prime minister.
Unfortunately, during the turmoil in 1986, a heart attack died in the imperial capital because of the stimulus caused by the gang stealing Lu Xun's manuscript.
"I still can't see it," Lu Xun said, shaking his head. "Nothing but a piece of white."
"That might have been blocked, too." Fang Ze said with a hint of happiness.
Lu Xun may feel that Fang Ze's tone was wrong when he said this sentence, so he went on and said, "The relatives and friends can't see it anymore, some people I know can always see it."
"I'll try it." Fang Ze thought that this hope might not be great, after all, when Li Yunlong came last time, he could only watch the news in recent years.
Fang Ze, who is too familiar with Lu Xun, will surely be blocked, and less familiar, but it is also impossible to look at important historical events.
Fang Ze thought about it, but finally thought of a person.
Fujiwara.
When Lu Xun was studying medicine in Neon, a good teacher to him was Fujiwara of Sendai University.
After Lu Xun's death, Fujiwara also specially interviewed by reporters, and later compiled an eulogy in memory of Zhou Shuren.
Lu Xun's neon friends in that era were basically neon people that were rare at the time and could be called neon people.
At that time, after the outbreak of the war of aggression against China, Fujiwara stated that culturally, Huaxia can be said to be a neon teacher, and such a war should stop.
As a doctor, Fujiwara had a lot of medicines, although he was poor at the time.
The long war at that time made the army urgently need medicines. If Fujiwara sold those medicines to the army, they could exchange a lot of money, but Fujiwara did not do so. Instead, the people needed these medicines and refused.
At the time, Fujiwara's eldest son joined the army as a medic, and later died of illness on the front line ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Fujiwara borrowed money from others, showing that Fujiwara really had no money.
Four days before Neon announced his surrender, Fujiwara died of illness while en route to her clinic, and her life has also been practiced as a doctor of medicine.
Therefore, Mr. Lu Xun is more accurate in seeing people. Among so many teachers, Mr. Fujiwara's subject was hung, and he also wrote a post specifically about this matter and commemorated it.
Fang Ze originally thought that other people's information Lu Xun could not see, Fujiwara could always read it. At that time, who knew that Lu Xun's answer was still white, without a word.
"Then there is nothing to do," Fang Ze said to Lu Xun. "It looks like you haven't seen anything that happened before, but that's okay. We also have a lot of things that can be sprayed, sighed, criticized this year. Post two comments later? "
"Don't watch," Lu Xun said with a wave of his arms. "You still need to find me some literary works that are worth reading now, let me see."
"No ~ EbookFREE.me ~ We are not in a hurry." Fang Ze knew that Lu Xun was definitely a deep book control. The money he used to buy books at that time, converted to now, is roughly equal to more than 500,000 yuan.
However, there are actually few books on pure literature in modern times. Fang Ze felt that Lu Xun would definitely be able to read it within a few days of staying here, so he said to Lu Xun that the thing at EbookFREE.me is true. It's not a hurry, I just like to see what you think about some of the things that happen to us today. After all, all of the articles in the evening are the kind of articles that cry and sell poorly, so I especially want to see your wake-up text. "
"Okay, then I'll take a look." Lu Xun looked at Fang Ze's stubborn attitude and had to reluctantly agree.
ps: The content about Mr. Lu Xun is really hard to write. After all, there are a thousand Lu Xun in the eyes of a thousand people. There is only one change today, and five changes tomorrow.