The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 233: Call
Chapter Subtitle: Hip-Hop and Square Dance…Choose.
It is neither a blessing nor an exaggeration that Emily Dickinson has become the second greatest American poet after Whitman.
"I Die of Beauty" was actually a work she created before her death, and it is absolutely worthy of the title to be her representative work.
This poem is sad but not depressing, and carries a hint of philosophical thinking.
This poem is plain but not bland, and it has a sweet aftertaste.
This poem is proud but not arrogant. It fully demonstrates the author's belief in pursuing beauty and truth in the face of death, and also carries a hint of self-mockery.
But, but, but, this poem was really written by intellectuals for intellectuals. If you don't have a little sentiment and a certain amount of knowledge, you might think the author is shamelessly conceited when you read "I died because of my English (beautiful) handsomeness (li).
Fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, at this time, most of the people in front of Master Yuan’s “body” were intellectuals with attitude and feelings, and almost all of them were Americans, Americans in the 1920s.
Needless to say, Americans in the 1920s had 1920s literary tastes, so this poem struck an immediate chord with them.
“Pah…”
Mr. Theodore Dresser, one of the three great American figures of the 20th century, suddenly clapped his hands together.
“Snap, snap…”
The Fitzgeralds, who also possessed outstanding literary talent, looked at each other and applauded.
“Snap, snap, snap…”
Einstein and Tesla, who also had great literary attainments, couldn't help but applaud and praise.
“Pah pah pah pah pah…”
There was a burst of warm applause in the room.
John McCall applauded and gave a subtle wink to Louis Baker in the front row.
The latter nodded slightly in understanding. When the applause died down a bit, he took a few steps forward, turned to face the crowd, and said with a hint of tears in his voice, "Oh, I didn't expect Neo to give me the copyright of "Detective Dee"..."
"He's not only my friend but also my teacher. Without him, there would be no NYPR. And my grandfather admires him very much. He thinks Neo is not only talented but also has a noble character. He established the SCP Foundation to inspire justice around the world..."
"Therefore, on behalf of the Baker family, I am donating one hundred thousand dollars to the SCP Foundation!"
Before he could finish his words, Emma Pulitzer gently nudged her father, Herbert Pulitzer.
The editor-in-chief of Le Monde also stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Yuan has shown great care for our newspaper. He not only possesses foresight and vision, but also a warm heart. On behalf of Le Monde, I will donate fifty thousand US dollars to the SCP Foundation!"
"Mr. Yuan's works have made great contributions to our publishing house. His literary works are a precious spiritual treasure for us Americans." Helen Brown's father followed, "On behalf of New York University Press, I am donating twenty-five thousand US dollars to the SCP Foundation!"
"Then I'll donate 5,000!"
"Count me in!"
"Mr. McCall, here's my check!"
With these three New York celebrities taking the lead, everyone present felt embarrassed not to donate, so they took out their check folders and donated to the SCP Foundation.
At this moment, a sharp female voice rang out from the back of the crowd: "I want to donate 404 to the SCP Foundation!"
When everyone heard the sound and looked, they saw that the person who donated "404" was a petite young woman in a black veil, and she was accompanied by a tall, handsome, and heroic U.S. Army brigadier general.
No need to ask, this brigadier general is the youngest brigadier general in American history.
The man and woman walked through the crowd and came to Yuan Yanshu's bed.
Ms. Brooks looked at the body covered with sheets and said tearfully, "I gave 404 Fifth Avenue to Neo's SCP Foundation because he loved it there. Now that he's dead, my children and I don't want to stay there anymore..."
As she spoke, her legs went weak. Fortunately, the brigadier general was quick to hold her in his arms...
Yuan Yan, whose body was not cold yet, suddenly thought to herself, the Queen of Pentacles really lives up to her name. She brought a warm new lover home before her old lover got cold.
But then again, if the hostess is not blessed by others, how can her humble home shine and how can her family be bright?
Hey, now that I have said that, I have a couplet.
The first line is: Tolerance is the key to success. The second line is: If nothing goes wrong, all roads will be clear. The horizontal scroll is: The sky can be P.
"Can I, can I, can I see him again?" asked Ms. Brooks pitifully with tears in her eyes.
"Hmm..." The brigadier general who was hugging her groaned, but did not express any objection.
He doesn't object, so why should others object?
The old doctor nodded and lifted the sheet for her, revealing Master Yuan, who was cold but still bright...
"Wuwuwu..." Keke gently pushed the Brigadier General away, quickly walked up to him, took out a small handkerchief to wipe his tears, and called softly: "Niao..."
"Ah! Here I come..."
Another shrill cry was heard outside the crowd. Everyone turned around again and saw a woman who looked like a skeleton with disheveled hair rushing in.
She pushed Ms. Brooks away from the bed, almost causing her to fall to the ground. Fortunately, the brigadier general had extremely strong military qualities and was able to hug his... well, their "Keke" again in time.
The newcomer suddenly threw himself on Yuan Yanshu's body and cried loudly, "Niao, why did you leave? Wuwuwu..."
"Ah, didn't you promise to take me to see the roses and robins by Lake George? Woo woo woo..."
Lake George is located in northeastern New York State, much closer than Daming Lake. The rose is the state flower of New York State, and the robin is naturally the state bird.
"Wuwuwu.....oo ...
She cried heart-wrenchingly and beat Master Yuan's chest like crazy.
Everyone who heard the cry and saw the scene couldn't help but feel pity. They knew that this woman wasn't expressing hatred, but love.
Because she is the well-known secret of "NY's NY"...that lover.
"Ah, wake up!" Lillian Gish suddenly stopped crying, turned over and sat on the body of her lover, and said very seriously: "If you don't wake up, I will, I will, I will..."
“Bang!”
She raised her hand and slapped Master Yuan hard: "Why don't you wake up?"
“Bang!”
"Wake up quickly!"
“…”
Her slap didn't go ahead because a big hand caught her palm accurately.
"Stop, stop, stop it!" Yuan Yan said angrily with red cheeks: "If you keep hitting me like this, I'm going to be beaten to death! ah ah ah!!!"
The star, with a dazed look on his face, stammered, "Beat, beat, beat to death?! Ouch, weren't you already dead?"
"yes……"
Our Master Yuan suddenly realized what was going on. He looked lovingly at his secret lover, who everyone knew was his lover, and said softly, "Lilian, you called me!"
Anyone who still remembers the two little friends Li Lei and Han Meimei must remember that the word CALL means to wake up.
"You're alive?"
"I'm alive!"
The two of them looked at each other affectionately.
"Sick..."
"Lillian..."
The two of them embraced each other warmly.
"Ah, am I here in time?"
"Lillian, I wish you hadn't come. You almost beat me to death."
"Ni ao, who told you to be so mean and deceive so many people?"
"Lillian, just wait, tonight I'll show you what true lust is..."
The two of them showed their true feelings...
“Snap!”
A dazzling white light flashed by, which woke up the "poor" mandarin ducks.
It turned out that the "High Priestess" who habitually carried a camera took a news photo of historical significance.
The name of this photo is named "The Power of Love" because love can really defeat death.…
It is said that when Miss Wei Mingzhu saw this photo, she also felt the power of love , and therefore had a huge appetite.
So when Yuan Yanshu arrived in Semarang to pick up his bride, he almost didn't recognize his fiancée.
This naturally caused a big quarrel for the newlyweds. The groom claimed that if the bride-to-be could not get back in shape before returning to Shanghai, then the marriage would be a foregone conclusion!
His reason was that if he married a fat woman like this, everyone would think he was really a gigolo.
Of course, history has proven that his concerns were completely overblown.
