Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 334: Zhang Ailing's awakening? This is the best time!

A few days ago.

"Ailing! The play is so good. Thanks to your father for giving us the tickets. Otherwise, we don't know when we will be able to watch "The Shawshank Redemption" again!"

Just after walking out of the Golden Theater, Zhuang Qi held Zhang Ailing's arm and jumped for joy.

The two of them also wore cheongsams today, and they didn't look out of place among the wealthy ladies and socialites.

Zhang Ailing felt somewhat uncomfortable in this environment, especially as many people around her often looked at the two young female students with curiosity.

Everyone can see the immaturity on their faces, and that expression cannot be faked at all.

Some people speculated that such a young girl could get tickets to the recent Golden Theater, which must be because her family background is very prominent.

Many rich young men and playboys gathered around like flies.

However, they were all evaded by Eileen Chang's sharp words, and now the two of them could have a peaceful time.

After hearing her friend's sigh, she came out of her thoughts and said with a rare smile on her face.

"It's really surprising. I didn't expect Mr. Bingwen to produce such a play."

"What's wrong, Ailing? Don't you like this play?"

Zhuang Qi frowned, fearing that his friend did not like the drama. After all, the friend in front of him had always been different from others.

"That's impossible." Zhang Ailing smiled and shook her head. "The Shawshank Redemption is different from all the plays I've seen before. It successfully made me like plays and gave me a feeling different from words, even..."

Zhang Ailing hesitated for a moment, then continued speaking.

"It made me feel that everything I had insisted on before might be correct, and that I might be able to be stronger in the face of obstacles."

Zhang Ailing has a fragile and sensitive personality. Her family environment since childhood has shaped her into this kind of character, so that her definition of hope is pessimistic and vague.

She didn't trust anyone, and in the end she only believed in herself, which was reflected in many of her later works.

But somehow, a work by Bao Guowei seemed to have changed her mind.

Zhuang Qi smiled and said sincerely, "Ailing, although I don't know what you are talking about, I am happy for your transformation. Mr. Bao Bingwen is such a magical person."

She then looked up at the stars in the sky, and the girl's head couldn't help but fall into fantasy.

"I am sixteen years old now, only one year older than Mr. Bingwen. I really want to get to know him and create some stories with him!"

Zhang Ailing knocked her companion's head unhappily, pulling her out of her fantasy.

"Mr. Bingwen already has a fiancée, so don't be confused."

Zhuang Qi curled her lips and said dissatisfiedly.

"Fantasy! I am just fantasizing! If I could really meet Mr. Bingwen, I would be satisfied."

Zhang Ailing had a reserved smile on her face. After watching the drama tonight, she seemed much more cheerful and even talked more.

"Hey, I read some reports about The Shawshank Redemption before I came here. They were from abroad. Would you like to listen to them?"

"Any news about this play?"

There was anticipation in Zhuang Qi's big eyes. She knew that Zhang Ailing's home had a lot of overseas news that ordinary people could not see, such as magazines and newspapers, which were not available to ordinary people.

Zhang Ailing nodded and introduced the place while strolling with her friend on the streets of the foreign concessions.

"It was Mr. Eugene O'Neill, a professor and playwright from the United States. He not only spoke highly of Mr. Bingwen's previous works, but he was also the first to see the script of The Shawshank Redemption in the United States. This script was recorded by the audience and spread to the United States. After reading it, he publicly commented: 'The Shawshank Redemption is the most touching drama of this era!'"

Next, Zhang Ailing briefly introduced to her friends the relevant reports about the drama that she had learned from foreign newspapers.

Naturally, the two of them did not know Eugene O'Neill, this American who would become the founder of American drama and winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature.

They only knew that Bao Bingwen had obtained the support of a powerful American figure, and as supporters of Bao Guowei, they were also proud of it.

"It is said that many foreigners now request that this drama be introduced abroad as soon as possible so that they can also see this extraordinary masterpiece!" Zhang Ailing concluded with pride on her face.

"I know! I know!" Zhuang Qi jumped up and said. "Now there are many foreigners in Shanghai who come here just to watch this play. It is said that the Austrian ambassador has watched it five or six times in a row and still can't get enough of it!"

Under the street lights, looking at the crowd that was gradually thinning out, the night was gradually getting late, but the two were still reluctant to leave and were loudly discussing the plot they had just watched on the street.

The two of them were walking in the crowded streets in the concession and were not afraid of the criminals.

Suddenly, Eileen Chang stopped and looked at the Western-style street lights on the side of the road, lost in thought.

Zhuang Qi was confused by her companion's behavior and waved her hands in the air in front of her.

"Ailing, what's wrong with you? Are you possessed by evil spirits?"

There was some trembling in Zhuang Qi's words. During the Republic of China period, all kinds of feudal superstitions were still deeply rooted in people's minds. Fortunately, they were on the crowded street, otherwise Zhuang Qi would inevitably lose his composure even more.

But suddenly, Eileen Chang grabbed Zhuang Qi's hand and spoke excitedly.

"Zhuang Qi! I must! I must write a letter to Mr. Bingwen! I must learn from his thoughts and deeds! I must become a person like him!"

Zhuang Qi was stunned for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face, and he said with a sigh of relief: "So that's how it is!"

She shook her head repeatedly and encouraged her, "Ailing, you can do it. You have read so many books and written so many articles. You can definitely become the next Bao Bingwen. I believe in you!"

"Yes! I must work hard! I must have the perseverance of a pine tree!"

Zhang Ailing seemed to have come to her senses. Regardless of the strange looks from people around her, she spoke firmly on the street.

At this time, a newsboy was running not far away, selling his newspapers.

At this time of year, there are still newsboys selling newspapers?

Such a strange sight attracted many people's attention. Some curious people even came forward to see what important news the newsboy was selling.

As they got closer, the two could finally hear clearly what the newsboy was saying.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! Front page headline! Mr. Bao Bingwen won the Pulitzer Prize! He is the first person in China!"

Suddenly, Zhuang Qi and Zhang Ailing's minds seemed to go blank.

The two of them glanced at each other's expressions, both of them were shocked.

Zhang Ailing's original bold words were now swallowed back into her stomach.

But no one knows how the two will react when they hear the news that Bao Guowei refused the award tomorrow?
"Bald went to Qizhou and successfully gained the upper hand in the Central Plains War. The government's energy will now be focused on this war. There will be no obstacles to our next actions. Bingwen, you can rest assured!"

In an office at Shanghai Datong University, Bao Guowei and Zhu Kezhen sat opposite each other and talked, with the latter's face full of excitement.

"That's right. Now is the best time for construction in northern Fujian." Bao Guowei nodded.

History is still going on as it has always been.

It is now mid-August. Baldy has already gone to the front line some time ago, personally directing the battle and starting his "micro-management".

However, in this "micro-manipulation", the opponent's strength was really weak, and with the support of the powerful supply force from the Jiangnan region, victory was only a matter of time.

Historically, during this period of time, Baldy would go to Qizhou, and then hold a special meeting to launch a thorough offensive and achieve results.

In September, after the National Government occupies Luoyang, Xiao Liuzi in the north will become restless.

In mid-September, Xiao Liuzi sent a telegram to the whole country, and the war would end.

Thinking of this, Bao Guowei remembered a person and a team.

On August 1930, 8, the famous 17th Route Army was officially established. This team will show the true backbone of the Chinese people in the Battle of Songhu!

After this battle, the heroic fighting of the 19th Route Army completely ignited the patriotic enthusiasm of all Chinese compatriots, and all sectors of society launched a vigorous patriotic anti-Japanese movement!
What really made Bao Guowei feel emotional was that his friend in Hangzhou, Lin Gaoyuan, also happened to join this team.
If there is a chance, Bao Guowei really wants to meet Lin Gaoyuan and that legendary general.

"While Jinling is dealing with the coalition forces, we have plenty of time to contact the personnel in northern Fujian and start the construction of related bases."

"The scientists I informed you of earlier have basically reached an agreement. We will secretly conduct follow-up research on penicillin at the university."

"The support of Mr. Du and Mr. Xiang Songmao is very important. They are both patriots who are willing to take these risks for us regardless of the reasons. Bingwen, your influence is really great."

"There are also some foreign scientists and scholars who we may be able to seek support from."

Zhu Kezhen's voice could be heard constantly from inside the office.

After returning from Tongji University, Professor Zhu Kezhen could not contain his excitement and devoted all his energy to the construction of the "Northern Fujian Base".

From Suzhou to Shanghai.

For more than half a month, Bao Guowei has been traveling between the two places, following up on the clinical trials of penicillin, paying attention to the relevant situation in northern Fujian, and paying attention to Zhang Taiyan's physical condition.

This kind of high-intensity work is even more intense than the last time he was in seclusion.

However, Bao Guowei was fortunate, because whether it was Zhu Kezhen, Du Yuesheng, Xiang Songmao or even Huang Bohui, there were also the scientists on Zhu Kezhen's list.

After knowing the pros and cons, they all gave him their greatest support.

To some extent, Bao Guowei is fortunate. He is fortunate that he can meet these people with innocent hearts in this era.

Do your best to help yourself and believe in yourself.

Occasionally, in the middle of the night, Bao Guowei might doubt the reality of this world.

Maybe it is completely different from the original time and space, and it is another world?
It can be felt that after receiving the recognition and support from these people, Bao Guowei eliminated all his doubts.

Even Du Yuesheng, an originally complicated character, seemed to have undergone subtle changes because of Bao Guowei's arrival.

What reason does he have to give up?

One day in late August, Bao Guowei got off the train from Shanghai to Suzhou and immediately rushed to Zhang Taiyan's residence.

At the door, Zhang Nianyue threw herself into Bao Guowei's arms like a little bird.

"Bao Guowei! You are finally back! You don't have to go to Shanghai anymore. It would be too tiring for you."

Bao Guowei first felt two objects hitting his chest with a "duan", and then he felt a warm and soft woman leaning tightly in his arms.

Of course, he did not tell Zhang Nianyue why he went to Shanghai. Telling her would be harming her.

He asked with a smile on his face, instead of answering the question.

"How is Mr.'s condition?"

The worry on Zhang Nianyue's face was much less, and the answer was self-evident.

"The old man has gotten much better. He can now sit up in bed and curse people. A few days ago, I saw someone cursing you in the newspaper, and I even shouted that I wanted to write an article to refute him!"

Bao Guowei shook his head helplessly, kissed his fiancée on the forehead, and said.

"I'll go in and see him."

Zhang Nianyue reluctantly got off Bao Guowei, nodded and said, "I'll go get you some bath water. You don't have to argue with the old man. He's just stubborn."

After a moment of hesitation, Bao Guowei nodded.

Then he walked towards Zhang Taiyan's room.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard a hoarse voice coming from the bed.

"coming?"

Zhang Taiyan has aged a lot during this period. He has lost his former sharpness, and his hair is completely white and messy.

But even so, he was still holding an ancient book in his hand, wearing reading glasses on his face, and reading without raising his head.

Bao Guowei bowed and nodded.

"There are many things to do in Shanghai. I will come back to see you when I finish them."

"Humph!" Zhang Taiyan snorted coldly, glanced at Bao Guowei and said, "I am still not satisfied with your giving up the Pulitzer Prize. This should have been a great thing, beneficial to the country and the people, but you messed it up like this.

I'm an old man already in my twilight years, and it's not worth it for you to work so hard for me. Instead of wasting time, you might as well accept this award, go to the United States, seek help from some foreigners, and expand your influence.

At the very least, you could use this time to write a few articles to warn more people, which would be good.

It's better than wasting your energy on an old man like me who is about to die."

Zhang Taiyan knew that his apprentice had spent a lot of time and effort on him, and felt it was not worth it.

Bao Guowei knew what he was doing, but he could not tell the secret to Zhang Taiyan.

The reason was that he no longer wanted to argue with Zhang Taiyan, but just stood in front of him and listened quietly.

Even until Zhang Taiyan was tired and coughed twice, Bao Guowei still handed him a glass of water.

After taking the water, Zhang Taiyan's eyes suddenly stopped on Bao Guowei's face and he said something abruptly.

"But now, I understand you a little bit, so don't think I'm confused."

Bao Guowei's hand holding the porcelain cup shook inadvertently.

(End of this chapter)