The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 291 June (Part 2)
Subtitle of this chapter: I am a big tiger, a big tiger who is not as rude as a little lamb.
July 1, 1921...Don't get excited, don't get excited, don't get excited.
The famous "small meeting" that decided the future fate of Seres...with only thirteen participants, if it wasn't a small meeting, could it be a large meeting?
Anyway, this meeting was not held on this day.
Start over again:
The first Friday of July 1921. This was also the warmest month in the UK, with highs around 30 degrees Celsius.
However, the British Isles are influenced by both the warm Atlantic current and the cold Nordic air current, resulting in frequent rain, which in turn brings temperatures down. Of course, rain also has the added benefit of reducing PM2.5 levels in this foggy city.
Today's Britain has certainly not yet been completely deindustrialized, so the name "Fog City" is appropriate.
There was a drizzle that evening, and at nightfall, pedestrians walking on the road could feel a bit of a chill.
A gust of night wind blew, and Lin Huiyin, who had just gotten out of the car, couldn't help but tighten her large women's shawl.
"Phyllis, are you cold?" Xu Zhimo hurriedly opened an umbrella and asked considerately.
Lin Huiyin shook her head slightly and said, "Hamilton, I'm fine."
"And..." She raised her cute little chin and pointed forward, "We're here too."
The Savoy Hotel is located in a prime location on the banks of the Thames, not far from the famous Big Ben and London Bridge. Otherwise, how could Monet have painted his painting "The Thames"?
The river shimmers at night, the lights gleam, the mansions and gardens shimmer, the music fills the air. It's truly a scene of Western beauty, a scene of prosperity.
Lin Huiyin naturally took Xu Zhimo's arm, and the two walked towards Savoy...
They entered the hotel, walked through the lobby and came to the ballroom. After showing the invitation to the waiter at the door, they walked into the large ballroom in typical Edwardian style.
"Dr. Yuan, please sing a song."
"Yeah, yeah, it's annoying. Just recite one for me..."
At this time, many guests in gorgeous clothes had come to the dance hall, but Xu Lin and his companions saw that these guests had formed a tight circle, making it impossible for them to see the people inside.
But from what he said, the person at the center of the circle was Mr. Hongjian, the one who invited the two of them.
Lin Huiyin immediately heard a clear male voice speaking cheerfully in the most standard "Queen's English": "Since it is Ms. Katherine Mansfield's request, how can I not respond?"
"I happened to write a poem on my voyage to England, and I'd like to take this opportunity to dedicate it to the beautiful Queen of Bohemia... and of course to you, my friends."
"Hey, isn't Ms. Katherine Mansfield your friend?" Lin Huiyin pulled Xu Zhimo's arm and said suspiciously.
Xu Zhimo nodded and said, "Well, I did send an invitation to her on behalf of Hongjian. I didn't expect her to arrive before us..."
The two of them also came to the outside of the circle, but unfortunately Lin Huiyin was not tall, and even if she stood on tiptoe, she could not see what was going on .
However, she was very attentive and made a strange discovery: the ladies present all looked at the people in the circle with strange eyes. It was like a ferocious beast that had been hungry for several days seeing a large piece of fine lamb.
"Ahem..." Mr. Hongjian cleared his throat and said, "The title of this poem is 'In me, past, present, future meet'."
"In me, past, present, future meet..."
To my past, present and future...
Okay, no need to "write" any more. This famous poem is from the famous British anti-war poet Siegfried Sassoon (1889-1967).
He was born into an upper-class family in London and studied at Cambridge University, but volunteered to join the army before the outbreak of World War I. He showed bravery on the battlefields of World War I and made many contributions.
However, the cruel scenes on the battlefield and the death of his comrades made him deeply realize the harm of war, so he retired from the army in 1917.
After returning to his hometown, Sassoon expressed his anti-war stance through a large number of poems and literary works. This poem is his representative work. However, he had not yet written it in 1921.
As we all know, the most wonderful, classic and famous line in this poem is:
"In me the tiger..."
There is a tiger in my heart...
“Clatter…”
Before he finished speaking, the crowd suddenly dispersed. Lin Huiyin was caught off guard and was almost squeezed by the crowd. Fortunately, Xu Zhimo, who was beside her, pulled her back in time.
In the rush, Lin Huiyin finally saw the "true face" of the person reciting the poem through the gap in the crowd...
He was wearing a black tuxedo, and the tight-fitting custom-made suit made him look even more handsome.
And his face... at this moment, the only feeling in her heart was just one word: handsome!
I saw this handsome and somewhat weird Seris man holding the hand of an ugly woman... well, a woman who was not very good-looking anyway.
Lin Huiyin had met Manshufei'er before and thought the female writer was quite pretty. But now she was convinced that this old woman was over 30 years old and was not worthy of Mr. Hongjian at all.
Mansfield was born in 1888 and is now 33 years old.
However, "her Mr. Hongjian" doesn't seem to care much about the other person's age.
He walked towards the beautiful floral decoration on the table and casually reached out to pick a bright red rose from it.
“…sniffs the rose.”
...but sniff the roses carefully.
Our Master Yuan put the rose to his nose and sniffed it, then turned around and gently put it in Manshufei's hair.
"Shh..."
For some reason, all the ladies present sighed, some softly and some heavily.
Even Lin Huiyin was sighing, wondering why "her Mr. Hongjian" didn't arrange flowers for her .
Amidst sighs, this handsome and talented man gazed into Manshufei'er's eyes and chanted softly:
"Look in my heart, kind friends, and tremble,"
Look into my heart, dear friends, and tremble.
" Since there your elements assemble."
Because that is the true face you should see.
He finally let go of the female writer's hand, turned around, smiled slightly at everyone present, bowed, and said, "THE END."
“Snap, snap, snap…”
There was immediate applause in the ballroom.
“Clatter…”
Then everyone rushed towards "her Mr. Hongjian" and almost pushed her to the ground again.
"Dr. Yuan, this poem is amazing!"
"Thank you, thank you."
"Ah, there's a tiger in my heart, yet I sniff the roses... I can't even breathe after hearing this!"
“No, no.”
"Dr. Yuan..."
"Sick..."
After a while, the music started and the men and women around him went to the dance floor and started dancing.
And Lin Huiyin was finally able to meet "her Mr. Hongjian" face to face.
"Qiansen, you're here!"
Our Master Yuan warmly hugged Xu Zhimo. Without even glancing at the little girl next to him, he said sincerely, "Thank you so much. Thank you for inviting Ms. Mansfield, otherwise..."
He turned to Mansfield and said affectionately, "How could I have known such a beautiful Queen of Bohemia?"
The "Queen of Bohemia" who was practically hanging on him also smiled and said, "Yes, Hamilton. Thank you for the invitation, otherwise..."
She also looked back and murmured, "How could I have met such a handsome Prince Seris?"
"Shall we?"
Yuan Yan suddenly took her hand and asked in a very gentlemanly manner.
“Of course…”
"Cough! Cough! Cough!"
Miss Lin couldn't help but coughed loudly and pulled her male companion's arm hard.
Xu Zhimo finally reacted and raised his hand to stop him, saying, "Brother Hongjian, wait a moment. Let me introduce you. This is Miss Lin from Minhou, daughter of Lord Lin Changmin..."
"Oh, this is Miss Lin." Our Master Yuan seemed to have noticed April on earth only at this time.
Upon seeing this, his eyes immediately lit up with surprise and he let go of Manshufeier with both hands.
He straightened his hair, adjusted his clothes, straightened his body, tapped his heels together, and bowed his head...
Seeing such formal and grand etiquette, Lin Huiyin was of course a little proud.
All she could hear was "her Mr. Hongjian" saying in a deep baritone, "Miss Lin, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Mr. Hongjian, I am honored too. I am your..."
Our Master Yuan pretended not to listen to Lin Huiyin's words, but said to himself: "When Yuan saw you, he remembered..."
