Siheyuan: My Northeastern Farmhouse

Chapter 472 Beijingers in New York
"Ah! What a coincidence?"

"But there are two factions of the Black Panthers. The New York side is the moderate faction. You may want to pay attention when giving lectures."

"Revolution is not a dinner party."

"what?"

"It's nothing. What I mean is that I have to teach them about Mao's election. Their struggle experience is not good. There are such good teaching materials! I have to teach them well."

"Haha, dear, I believe you can be a good teacher. They also need your teaching."

"Ha, honey, you are so funny."

Gu Weijun secretly complained about the American brain circuit while picking up vegetables. Why couldn't he hear the hints?
Lian Zhen Xibao has gone through so much personal guidance, but she has not made much progress. Alas, she is about to have a child, and her IQ is worrying.
But I'm not the kind of heartless person. Let's live it. When the time comes, I'll set up a fund trust. If I really want to abolish it, I'll make a deposit.
After settling the bill, Gu Weijun generously gave the waiter a $50 tip, "It's not yours. You share it with the kitchen staff."

"thank you boss!"

"Is there anything else interesting in Chinatown today?"

"The Confucius Square is preparing for the Dragon Boat Festival, with performances by lion dance and dragon dance teams."

"Let's go, Jane, let's go see China's traditional culture. You can't see it in China in the past few years. It will take a few years."

Confucius Square is actually an ordinary square, located to the south of Chinatown. Hey, there are so many people in this square. It gives Gu Weijun the same feeling as queuing up at a scenic spot in later generations.
Gu Weijun carefully held Zhen Qianbao in his arms and slowly followed the water into the square.

No wonder there are so many people, it’s really lively here. A lion dance is being performed in the middle of the square. In the middle, a young man wearing red and green silk clothes and a belt is shaking a bamboo ball in his hand, constantly tempting and directing. Two lion dancers doing various moves.

Surrounding the lion dance are two dragon dance teams, constantly crossing each other and entwining back and forth.

"Ah! It's great!" Jane saw the lion dance and dragon dance performances for the first time, and she was so excited that she jumped up and down like a child.

"Why don't you show us this at home? What wonderful medical skills? My dear, Gu!"

"Because these domestic arts have been temporarily put on hold, and they have made concessions to socialist construction and arranged other work, so they are no longer visible for the time being. But in a few years, when the domestic economic level develops, these traditions will return. ”

"Gu?" Among the crowd nearby, an intellectual woman about 30 years old, 1 meters tall, with short ear-length hair, black-rimmed glasses, and a plain dress not far away vaguely heard Jane .Xian Bao and Gu Weijun were chatting and turned to look over unconsciously.

Then he was stunned, "Gu Weijun?"

Then he rejected his own judgment and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. How could it be possible? With the current level of openness in China, how could Gu Weijun come to the United States casually?
Besides, the man seen from the side is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and he is holding a beautiful girl with short blond hair in his arms, which is even more impossible.
I must have seen it wrong!
Afterwards, the intellectual woman continued to watch the lion dance performance in the square, but the expectation and longing in her heart could not be suppressed, and she couldn't help but look at the man and woman frequently.

He followed the flow of people again, trying to get around to the front of the man and get a good look at him.

After a while, the man and woman turned towards the intellectual woman and seemed to be leaving the square. The intellectual woman immediately saw the face that haunted her so much!
"Gu Weijun!" After the intellectual woman shouted excitedly, she suddenly pushed towards Gu Weijun regardless of her own safety.

A sudden shout startled Gu Weijun, who was chatting with Zhen Qianbao with his head down and a smile.

Who is calling me? Is there anyone in New York who knows me? impossible?

Gu Weijun turned his head sharply towards the direction of the sound, and immediately saw the woman who had just called his name.
For a moment, he froze on the spot, seemingly indifferently as he watched the crowds struggling to separate. The only ones who wanted to squeeze in were women.
Gu Weijun's lips trembled slightly, and he said in a voice that only he could hear, "Senior Jiang"

An indescribable feeling swept through his heart, and an unforgettable memory resurfaced in his mind.

It was a dark room, with a dim light, and a naked woman, shedding tears silently while constantly pouring out her feelings for herself.

It was an unforgettable night. The female senior who had eaten the forbidden fruit for the first time used the erotic pictures of Tang Bohu that she had seen from somewhere, and used the postures she had learned, and shed tears because she could not enter the state for a long time.
Zhen Qianbao keenly felt the stiffness of Gu Weijun's body behind her. She turned her head and glanced at the girl who was squeezing over in surprise, then turned sideways and looked up at the changing expressions on Gu Weijun's face.
First came the gentle call, "Dear?"

Seeing that Gu Weijun had no reaction, he raised his voice slightly and said, "Dear!"

"Ah, oh!" Zhen Qianbao's shout pulled Gu Weijun out of his memories. He first lowered his head and forced a smile to Zhen Xibao, then put his arm around her, separated the crowd with force, and also asked the glasses The short-haired girl squeezed over.

"Senior!"

"Wanhua!"

Finally two people, no less than three people, met.
Jiang Wanhua's eyes slowly moved from Gu Weijun's face to Zhen Qianbao, who was holding him in his arms, and then back to Gu Weijun. The expression on his face gradually changed from excitement, to shock, and finally to silence.
Gu Weijun stretched out his left hand and greeted awkwardly, "Wanhua."

Jiang Wanhua turned around slowly in silence, and a tear inadvertently slipped from the corner of her eye.
Gu Weijun took Jiang Wanhua's arm with his left hand and said, "Wanhua, this is not the place to talk. Let's change places and I will explain to you."

Although Zhen Qianbao couldn't understand what Gu Weijun was talking about, she clearly felt that the girl opposite was gradually losing control of her emotions, so she also tried to persuade her: "Well, this beautiful girl, you have known Gu Weijun for a long time. Friend right?"

"There are too many people here, why don't you find a quieter place to catch up on old times and have a chat?"

"My dear, I'll drive home by myself first, and you should stay with this lady." Zhen Qianbao's last words were to Gu Weijun.

Jiang Wanhua's mind was in chaos. He tried several times to break free from Gu Weijun's hand, but failed. After hearing the blonde woman in his arms say that they should find a place alone to reminisce about old times, she suddenly had a very unspeakable thought in her heart.

Has their relationship not reached the point of marriage yet?

So what is their relationship?

Could it be that Gu Weijun went to sea in the United States?
Jiang Wanhua still had his back turned to Gu Weijun, and his mind was filled with random thoughts.
(End of this chapter)