Volume 2: The crown and the hat are all over the capital, and the spirit is full of energy and enter the foggy city Chapter 233 Call
Subtitle of this chapter: Hip-hop and square dance... choose.
It is neither a coincidence 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 of British (American) handsomeness (beautiful)".
Fortunately, fortunately, fortunately, at that time, most of the people in front of Master Yuan’s “body” were intellectuals with attitudes and feelings, and almost all of them were Americans, Americans in the 1920s.
Of course, Americans in the 1920s had 1920s literary tastes, so this poem struck a chord with them immediately.
“Pah…”
Mr. Theodore Dresser, one of the three great American economists in the 20th century, suddenly clapped his hands together.
“Pah, pah…”
The Fitzgeralds, who also possessed outstanding literary talents, looked at each other and began to applaud.
“Snap, snap, snap…”
Einstein and Tesla, who also had great literary
“Pah pah pah pah pah…”
There was immediate applause in the room.
John McCall clapped his hands and gave a covert wink to Louis Baker in the front row.
The latter nodded slightly in understanding. When the applause became a little quieter, he took a few steps forward, turned around to face the crowd, and said with a little tear in his voice, "Hey, I didn't expect Neo to give me the copyright of "Detective Dee"..."
"He is not only my friend but also my teacher. Without him, there would be no NYPR. And my grandfather admires him very much. He thinks that Neo is not only talented but also has a noble character. He established the SCP Foundation to inspire the cause of justice around the world..."
"Therefore, on behalf of the Baker family, I am donating one hundred thousand dollars to the SCP Foundation!"
Before he finished speaking, Emma Pulitzer gently pushed her father, Herbert Pulitzer.
The editor-in-chief of Le Monde also stood up and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Yuan has also taken great care of our newspaper. He not only has foresight, but also a warm heart. Then on behalf of Le Monde, I will donate 50,000 US dollars to the SCP Foundation!"
"Mr. Yuan's works have made great contributions to our publishing house. His literary works are precious spiritual wealth for us Americans." Then came Helen Brown's father, "On behalf of New York University Press, I donate 25,000 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 to donate to the SCP Foundation.
At this moment, a sharp female voice sounded from behind 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 in tears: "I gave No. 404 Fifth Avenue to Neo's SCP Foundation because he loved it there. Now that he is dead, my children and I don't want to stay there anymore..."
As she spoke, her legs went limp. Fortunately, the brigadier general was quick to hold her in his arms...
Yuan Yan, whose body was not yet cold, suddenly thought to herself, the Queen of Pentacles really deserves to be the Queen of Pentacles. She brought a hot new lover home before her old lover had even cooled down.
But then again, if the hostess is not blessed by others, how can her humble home be glorious and bright?
Hey, now that I have said this, I have a couplet.
The first line is: "Tolerance is the best of all families." The second line is: "Nothing is wrong, then GONE, all roads are open." The horizontal banner 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, walked quickly 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 looked back 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 hugged his... well, their "Keke" again in time.
The person who came suddenly threw himself on Yuan Yanshu's body and cried loudly, "Niao, why did you leave? Wuuwuwu..."
"Ah, didn't you promise to take me to see the roses and robins by Lake George? Woo woo woo..."
Lake George is in the northeast of New York State, much closer than Daming Lake. Rose is the state flower of New York State, and the robin is naturally the state bird.
"Wuwuwu.....oooooooo, I hate you so much!!!"
She cried heart-wrenchingly and beat Master Yuan's chest like crazy.
When everyone heard the crying and saw the situation, they couldn't help but feel pity. They knew that this woman was not hating, but loving.
Because she is the well-known secret of "NY's NY"...the lover.
"Niao, 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 in the face: "Why don't you wake up?"
“Bang!”
"Wake up quickly!"
“…”
Her slap did not go ahead because a big hand caught her palm accurately.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Yuan Yan said angrily with red cheeks: "If you keep hitting me like this, I'm going to be beaten to death!!!"
The celebrity with a dazed look on his face stammered, "Beat, beat, beat to death?! Alas, weren't you already dead?"
"yes……"
Our Master Yuan suddenly realized what was going on. He looked at his secret lover, who everyone knew was his lover, lovingly 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.
"Sickening..."
"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. I'll let you see what real bad behavior is tonight..."
The two of them showed their true feelings...
“Snap!”
A dazzling white light flashed by, which awakened the "poor" mandarin ducks.
It turned out that "Her High Priestess", who habitually carried a camera with her, took a news photo of historic 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 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 led to a big quarrel between the newlyweds, with the groom declaring that if the bride-to-be could not get back in shape before returning to Shanghai, then the marriage would be a forfeit!
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 he was totally wrong.
