Xu Xuzhi
Chapter 110 Why Don't Men Bring Wu Hook
Chapter 110 Why Don't Men Bring Wu Hook
After returning from his stay in Europe the year before, Ning Zheng delivered a very forward-looking speech titled "The International Situation and the Future of China". The Second World War will inevitably break out, or Japan and the United States, or Japan and Russia, or Germany and France, in short, it is inevitable, but it will not happen for the time being.
Regarding the Japanese invasion of China, he believes that if China thinks that ceding the three eastern provinces to Japan will satisfy its wolfish ambitions, it is too naive.Japan's aggression in China over the years has been solidly carried out in accordance with the "Tanaka Memorial" that they refused to recognize, so it is foreseeable that Japan will definitely invade and occupy the whole of China and use it as a base for them to attack and then rule the whole of Asia.
Sure enough, as soon as November entered, Germany and Italy, who had been eyeing each other for a long time, couldn't wait to sign an alliance agreement to unify and coordinate their foreign policies. , and regard it as the standard of governing the country.They have united to become a de facto military alliance, and because Berlin and Rome are on the same longitude line, Mussolini declared in a pun that "the vertical line between Berlin and Rome is not a barrier, but an axis". Japan, which upholds the same concept of governing the country, also actively joined in, and finally formed the fascist alliance that is about to turn the world upside down, namely the three "axis powers".
When Ning Zheng saw this news, he couldn't help but feel very worried: the world situation has always been affected by the whole body, and the alliance between Germany, Italy and Japan is becoming more and more obvious, which is bound to have a major impact on the situation of China's war of resistance. Germany imports a large amount of arms to arm the army. If Japan, an "ally", proposes to prevent Germany from exporting arms, what will China do?However, in China, which is still trying its best to "fight against the outside world and secure the inside", this incident did not cause much splash, and Ning Zheng felt helpless and hesitant.
Recently, a song "On the Songhua River" written and composed by Zhang Han, a former teacher from Northeast China who lived in Xi'an and taught in Xi'an No. [-] Middle School, spread all over the streets and alleys of Xi'an, until it spread to the whole of China with the trend of sparking a prairie fire.
Zhang Hanfa used the tune of women crying graves in Northeast China that he was familiar with since he was a child, and sang it repeatedly, and it became more and more intense at the end.
"My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast, where there are forests and coal mines, and there are soybean sorghum all over the mountains.
My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast, where my compatriots and aging parents live.
September [-], September [-], from that miserable time,
Leaving my native land, leaving behind the endless treasures,
Wandering, wandering, all day price in the pass, wandering,
In which year and which month will I be able to return to my lovely hometown? "
That day, Feng Jiu was going to the orphanage to inspect the daily work, and the young students he met on the way were all singing this song, and Feng Jiu stopped to listen in a daze.At this time, in Luoyang not far away, Mr. Changjiang, a member of the Military Commission of the Republic of China, was celebrating his 60th birthday.He heard about the commotion of exiled students in Xi'an from time to time, so he sent Ning Zheng a telegram with disdain, so that he could take care of himself.
Fengjiu had just packed his bags that day, and planned to go to Shanghai to attend a regular meeting of the "National Salvation Federation from All walks of life" led by Mrs. Liao and Mrs. Sun in May. Reporting to Mrs. Jiang in Nanjing was much more pleasant.
She was packing her luggage in her hands, but she couldn't help but pause: Ning Zheng's attitude in the past half month has been a bit weird, hot and cold, often after a few days of alienation and indifference, it seems to be unbearably hot like a fire, And the next morning, he returned to his deliberate indifference, as if he regretted not being able to hold back his lingering with her all night, and asked him impatiently to explain, this was never before between the two The situation made Fengjiu wonder if he was out of his mind.
But Fengjiu is still considerate of him, after all the pressure on him is great enough.
However, Melanie's words also began to come to mind from time to time, but she shook her head again, always feeling absurd - if it was true, then Ning Zheng...could it be made of iron?She blushed and sneered, then looked down at the speech she was about to bring.
At this moment, Barnes, an American butler hired a year ago in order to ensure safety in Xi'an, where spies are everywhere, came in to report that Edgar Snow had come.
The American journalist Snow was a friend of the well-connected Ning Zheng when he was interviewed in Fengtian in the 18th year of the Republic of China. At this time, her husband was not home yet, so naturally Fengjiu was in charge of reception.
Snow had long heard about the illustrious talent of Ning Zheng, an astonishingly beautiful lady. After chatting freely, he was deeply impressed by Feng Jiu's profound knowledge of English, and was quite moved by Feng Jiu's understanding and sympathy for the security red regime. Feeling speculative.Snow said in his own words that he had inspected the Great Famine in Northwest China in the 18th year of the Republic of China. He was frightened by the hellish scene where he was starved for thousands of miles and could not even find strong people to bury countless dead bodies. incompetence and corruption.
In June, Fengjiu heard Ning Zheng talk about it casually. Because he was entrusted by Mrs. Sun, he issued a special pass and sent people to use "Dodge" military trucks. Snow, who reported on the "New York Sun" and "Daily Herald", and an American doctor, Ma Heide, went to the security guards in the CCP's base area to conduct interviews, in order to satisfy Westerners' concerns about the Chinese Communist Party who had just gone through the [-]-mile long march. Interest in China's red regime, which has tenaciously survived under high pressure for ten years.Feng Jiu was very interested in his experience of the past four months, and the two talked earnestly for a long time.
Fengjiu heard Snow praise Mr. Mao as the soul of China, and the just-concluded Long March was a heroic epic in modern history, and asserted that "a living China is in the hands of hundreds of millions of Chinese farmers who are simple, industrious, but brave and fearless." When she was looking at the photos that Snow brought back, she accidentally found the figures of Feng Ling and Hong Si. Seeing them dancing, although they were dressed plainly but full of high spirits, she couldn't help laughing in surprise .
Snow also said that Ning Zheng once expressed his desire to meet Mr. Mao. Although they had passed several secret messages, they had not met in person. However, judging from the current situation, this wish may not be realized for the time being; I interviewed many leaders of the Communist Party of China and obtained valuable first-hand information. When the book is published next year, I must ask Mrs. Ning to read it. The title of the book is tentatively set as "Red Star Shines on China". Feng Jiu solemnly promised that I must read it at that time .
At this moment, Ning Zheng came back, Feng Jiu changed them for the cold tea and coffee, and then retreated out with interest, Snow took a slightly strange look at himself and was enthusiastic, but immediately changed his expression towards his wife. Feng Jiu, the leader of the Ning army who was so cold, smiled at him indifferently and closed the door.
The next morning, when Feng Jiu was planning to leave for Shanghai, Ning Zheng, who never showed up at this time, sent someone to ask her to look for him in the study.
"Why are you looking for me?" As soon as she entered the door, she walked towards him who was sitting on the sofa.After so many years, she has already developed a habit. When two people talk, they either sit facing each other and hold hands; While talking, no matter how boring the topic is, they can always find something interesting. It has to be said that Ning Zheng always seems to have endless patience with her and the children.
"Jiu'er, just sit on the sofa opposite me." Ning Zheng, who was sitting in the middle of the three-seater sofa, stood up immediately when she came in, hesitated a little, and stretched out his hand to point to him The sofa for two.
... Feng Jiu's heart sank slightly, and he sat down as he wanted.
"...If you don't talk anymore, I'm leaving. Yaya and Tanbuer are waiting for me to take them out to play." Then she should go to Shanghai.From the moment she sat down, Ning Zheng's eyes were fixed on her face, he didn't leave for a moment, but he just didn't speak.
"...Jiu'er, I want to tell you about my latest decision—we're getting a divorce." Ning Zheng spoke softly, but Feng Jiu, who was unprepared for this, was shocked.
Ning Zheng looked at his beloved sadly: now all of China knows that Ning Zheng is the leader of the army who advocated the resistance against Japan...the exploding X-ray machine, the Japanese doctor, the special high school...promised to fight back to the Northeast in two years, As a result, two years, two years and two years of appointment...
"...What?" Feng Jiu's voice also became very small, seeming to match his volume.
"I have someone else... She is pregnant, and I have to be responsible for her."
The blood on Feng Jiu's face faded instantly.She calmed down, and raised the corners of her mouth sarcastically, "Who? Don't tell me it's Yang Zhidi."
"You know? It's her."
"...So the rumors of this period of time are all true?" Recently, Feng Jiu had indeed met Yang Si in and out of the best Northwest Hotel in Xi'an, and they had met twice, but they both had a tacit understanding He just passed by without saying hello.She also knew that Yang Si's brother, Yang Liren, had always had a close relationship with Ning Zheng, so she didn't take it seriously.
"Sorry." Ning Zheng didn't answer directly, "I don't need to go to the meeting in Shanghai. I have already called Mrs. Sun and explained the reason...Life in the Northwest is hard, clean up. In five days, you can take the children and leave here to go to the United States. ,there……"
"Okay," Feng Jiu answered quickly, "Then I'm going out, time is a bit tight, I have to start packing now."
She got up lightly and left the study, not forgetting to close the door gently.
Ning Zheng looked at Feng Jiu, who quickly recovered his blood color, and his expression could even be called calm. .
She has always been like this, she is too calm when encountering major events, which is often beyond her age and experience; his Fengjiu never vents his anger by throwing things crazily like other wives of his colleagues ——Because she once said that the family is rich and full of antiques and treasures, which one would not feel distressed or commit crimes when they were thrown?Don't you have to clean up yourself in the end?Why bother.
For the next two days, according to the long list that she pulled out overnight, Feng Jiu began to work methodically with Mama Wu and Aquarius to pack the children, her clothes, and various daily necessities by category. Forget to bring a large stack of traditional Chinese books and calligraphy utensils such as pens, inks, papers and inkstones.
Ning Zheng watched Feng Jiu command Ruo Ding, sad and unspeakable, and wanted to say a few words, but Feng Jiu ignored him, so he could only hurry up and get tired of spending time with Ya Ya Tanbuer every day. If you have to go to the military headquarters, take Yaya with you.Feng Jiu didn't care about it, and let him do what he wanted.
It was late November at this time, and the first heavy snow finally fell in Xi'an, which covered up the distinctive Qinzhong characteristics in this beautiful ancient city building. Unclear temple... It looks like Fengtian, his hometown, which he hasn't seen for five years.
He went out and walked around, looked at the snow scene, and when he came back, he let out Long Sheng and Yaya who were sitting on a small desk beside him, each with a piece of paper and a copy, and it was rare to write quietly. Turning around the swivel chair, through the glass window of the study, I stared blankly at the two children who were playing wildly on the snow in the backyard.
Ya Ya is just like a snow doll, wearing a red silk padded jacket with a large breast that is unique to Guanzhong, her arms are almost out of shape, her eyebrows are full of picturesque eyes, her small mouth is grinning, showing her well-protected white teeth, like It is like a small plum tree that grows in the snow and is not afraid of the severe cold and fights against the sky; while Long Sheng, who has handsome eyebrows and eyes, follows her contentedly, protecting her carefully.
But no matter how careful you are, some children deliberately want to fall on the soft snow, and they don’t forget to drag their friends to fall together, so the thick white snow immediately covered the faces of two apples. , they don't bother, they just scramble to let out a crisp giggle that can be heard even through the thick glass windows.
This situation seemed familiar, and Ning Zheng suddenly remembered that one winter after marriage, there was a rare rime in Fengtian, and the ground in the garden of Shuai Mansion became slippery, so she went out to play regardless , fell down and just smiled, smiled...
Suddenly, the door of the office of the "Bandit Suppression" Headquarters in Xi'an was pushed open, and Feng Jiu, who was wearing a black wool coat and covered with frost and snow, came in. Looking directly at him with unfriendly eyes, he slowly took off the black sheepskin gloves on his hands.
Ning Zheng turned the chair around, didn't get up, just stared at her fixedly, and didn't say anything for a long time.
Feng Jiu walked straight over and slammed his fist on his hard rosewood desk with a "pong". The light pen holder, a few knives of forest paper and kraft paper envelopes on the desk jumped along with it, and Ning Zheng's eyelids didn't move. Holding on, she jumped along, and then looked at her obviously red fist with distress, endured and endured, but still didn't stretch out her hand.
"Say! What are you planning without telling me?! I didn't believe a word of what you said that day! It's too clumsy! I'm not a fool!"
Feng Jiu has been spoiled by Ning Zheng's doting, over the years, they seldom argue; even if they did, when was he not subdued and asked for peace?Therefore, as long as Feng Jiu thinks about the deep meaning behind such an abnormal behavior this time, he dare not delve into it at all, because it only means one thing...
Ning Zheng felt relieved suddenly, but the corners of his eyes were hot, so sore that he couldn't hold back his tears. He quickly stood up and turned to face the bleak winter outside. Only two children were playing happily.
Costin was flying freely outside again—this Costin flew out cleverly on the night of the fall of Fengtian, and flew along the south railway track to Peiping without any danger. Although it was hungry enough, it was still ferocious. Abnormally, no one dared to catch it; later, because his mouth was too big, he couldn't eat food like small field mice, and finally passed out from hunger.
The soldiers of the Ning army stationed in Beiping picked it up and saw the fine iron legband engraved with the character "Ning" on its paws. They knew that it was the famous domestic raptor of their commander in chief, so they gave it to him. It was delivered, and then followed all the way to Xi'an.
As for its old enemy Taishan, he evacuated to the Ende Hall with the other servants of the Ning family who did not want to leave his hometown as early as that night, and was deeply trapped in the enemy-occupied area with the principal, teachers and children in the orphanage. Many years have passed, and I don't know what the fate will be.
Footsteps sounded behind him, Feng Jiu went around the desk and came behind him, abruptly turned his tall body around, and ordered coldly: "Look at me."
The two children were having fun on the snow, and they didn't care to see the unusual expressions of the couple who were close at hand. After a while, the head guard who was most good at looking at eyebrows and eyes made a comparison of "shh", Quietly led away.
It took Ning Zheng the greatest effort to force himself to look directly into her eyes - facing the clearest and most transparent pair of black pupils in the world, these spiritual eyes that he wanted to kiss whenever he saw them, Lying has become the most difficult thing in the world.
It is better not to say.
"When Father Marshal passed away, I promised you that I would never leave you, but now, you have broken your promise... No wonder you have gained weight recently. It turns out that this is called 'breaking your promise and getting fat'. The ancients never deceived me." Jiu asked sarcastically, "Is 'lie' delicious?".
When Feng Jiu got angry, he had a great ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense—Ning Zheng had obviously become thinner and thinner these days.
Ning Zheng had no power to resist and could only passively look at her.
"Still telling the truth? Okay. I promise you, I'll leave tomorrow, first take the three children to Shanghai, and then go to the United States." Ning Zheng's expression obviously relaxed, and Feng Jiu secretly gritted his teeth.
Ever since she learned that Feng Jiu was really going to take the children to leave Xi'an in a few days, the shocked Melanie came back to her senses and immediately thought of letting Feng Jiu take their family Long Sheng with her like the last time she went to Europe. , Feng Jiu naturally couldn't ask for it.
"Don't worry, we will have a good life. I think I will marry again, and soon." Feng Jiu said lightly, and Ning Zheng's expression immediately turned ferocious, and he stared at Feng Jiu in disbelief. Feng Jiu nodded at him, "This time, I must find someone I like, who is about my age, preferably the same age, or younger than me. Don't believe me?" Feng Jiu smiled, "Look Look at Lili, she is enjoying a good life with Mr. Rong now, and she even told me that if she knew that her second marriage would be so happy, she should have divorced my second cousin earlier."
After Zheng Li married a wealthy family in Guangdong in June this year, Rong Xieyuan, the general manager of a large insurance company in Shanghai, was two years younger than her, and they dated for a year.
They have the same interests, and her and Tang Fengyun's two sons are taken over to live with her for a while from time to time. Rong Xieyuan is also very kind to the two boys, taking them to the movies and visiting the zoo, living a very happy life Cozy, even the relationship with the uncle and aunt has become more harmonious than before.
"Do you dare—?!" Ning Zheng's eyes suddenly became clouded with blood, so that Feng Jiu's face, who was smiling slightly in front of him, became a little blurred.
"Why not? We're divorced, why do you care about me? Why do you care about me?" Feng Jiu said to himself, this cruel little girl was never afraid to stab a knife into his softest chest.
"Could it be, Wei Yuanhua?" Ning Zheng forced himself to ask. At this moment, his mind was completely messed up.
"...Yes, I can consider it—he is younger than you, so good-looking, not inferior to you in appearance, and is still unmarried, and..." Feng Jiu suddenly remembered the unexpected kiss of Hutou, and couldn't help being stunned. , shut up.
Seeing this situation, Ning Zheng immediately burned with jealousy: the fight with Wei Yuanhua was because he felt that something had happened between him and Feng Jiu. There is no trace.
"What the hell did you do?!"
Ning Zheng grabbed Feng Jiu's waist.
"...He just kissed my forehead, but it was nothing when I was not paying attention." Feng Jiu lowered his voice a lot while struggling.Her waist was about to break, and Ning Zheng's strength was terrifying.
But when he thought of Ning Zheng's words, Feng Jiu's original guilt disappeared immediately. "You can't bear this? When I marry him, how many children will I have for him? Poor Hutou, after waiting for me for so many years, if I can marry him, it will be considered worthy of us. a camaraderie."
Feng Jiu actually didn't know Wei Yuanhua's feelings for her, but the words were rushed, and now they became her life-saving straw to support her face.
Ning Zheng was at a loss for words, as long as he thought about it for a moment, his heart felt like it was about to burst, and he felt so much pain.
Feng Jiu still refused to give up, "Although Wilde often speaks nonsense, there is one sentence that is quite interesting, do you want to hear it?"
He stared at her silently, and Feng Jiu continued on his own: "'Marriage comes to an end, weak people cry non-stop, strong people immediately go to the next one, and wise people...smart people have already prepared for themselves. Got a'. We're both good, smart people."
Ning Zheng's hands suddenly moved up to her shoulders, and he grabbed them tightly, a pair of deep eyes suddenly showed pity, as if he was begging her not to sprinkle salt on his wounds.
But Fengjiu is the kind of woman who is most cruel when provoked, "I, Tang Fengjiu, if I make up my mind to be with someone, I will never—half-heartedly. From now on, you will be nothing to me... ..."
Ning Zheng let go of his hands weakly and lowered them—he was her husband. Once, she used the bright red lips he had kissed countless times to confided softly when she was in love, saying that he was the son of her two children. Father, said that he and the children were her everything; but now she told him with the same beautiful mouth that he would be nothing in the future.
Thousands of arrows pierce the heart, but that's all.
A fishy sweetness rushed to his throat suddenly, he vomited and vomited again, and swallowed quickly and forcefully, but there was still a trace of blood that was too late to swallow, seeped out of the corner of his mouth, and trickled down slowly.
Feng Jiu was startled, dumbfounded, unable to speak any more.
"Why don't you keep talking, isn't it very happy to say it?" Ning Zheng realized that Feng Jiu had seen it, so he stopped covering it up, took out a handkerchief, and slowly wiped off the blood stains.His hands trembled slightly, and between the opening and closing of his lips, the blood stains on the white teeth could be vaguely seen, which was shocking.
Ning Zheng finally put the handkerchief back into his pocket, and said flatly, "Okay, that's it. As for the divorce statement—"
While talking, he turned around and wanted to go back to his seat to sit down, Feng Jiu suddenly stepped forward, put his arm around his shoulders, and kissed him tightly without hesitation.
Ning Zheng's forced composure immediately fell into the sea like mud and snow into the scorching sun—he couldn't even resist her slight smile, let alone a fiery kiss that he had never had before?
He hugged her slender waist reflexively, and the two of them pressed close together, panting, and their lips and teeth were lingering.
They all thought of the last bloody kiss, when was that?And for what?
At that time, although Ning Zheng was in pain physically, he was happy in his heart; this time, on the contrary, his heart seemed to have been so painful that it was broken into several petals, and he didn't bother to mend it with needles and threads. How long is the rest of my life, can only be used.
They hugged each other, stumbled into the small lounge connected to the office, eagerly tore each other's clothes, eager to immediately feel the radiant, extremely familiar, extremely beautiful lover...
A couple who have been married for ten years seems to have returned to the situation of consummating their first marriage: their ears and temples rubbing each other, lingering endlessly...
I don't know if the future will come, I don't know if we can meet again, just like the time they parted in Brighton, before they parted, they were already missed and loved each other deeply, even if they scraped the bones to cure the poison, there would be no medicine. Can be cured.
It was broad daylight.It was quiet all around.No one came in to bother.
Later, Feng Jiu was extremely tired and was still in a deep sleep, but he suddenly woke up and reached out to touch, but there was no one around him.
She turned over and sat up, feeling quite dizzy, but there still seemed to be a suffocatingly sweet, heartbreakingly humble voice whispering in her ear: "Qingqing...don't forget me..."
As soon as the door opened, a well-dressed Ning Zheng had already walked in. He sat on the edge of the bed, took Feng Jiu's hand that was caressing on his forehead, and kissed it lightly.
Only then did Fengjiu realize that a golden bracelet that she had never seen before was put on her wrist at some point: a phoenix, with a soft and charming body, but the neck that was struggling to lift showed stubbornness and pride, quietly. Resting quietly on her lustrous wrist.
Of course Feng Jiu remembered what it was: that time in the ruined temple outside the city of Zhuozhou, Ning Zheng had said that he would give her another bracelet. Once, she thought he had forgotten it.
Finally, this phoenix came, but it was at this time.Ning Zheng then took off the phoenix ring on her ring finger, and the tiger ring on her own finger, wrapped it in a handkerchief solemnly, put it in her pocket, and then leaned over to kiss her.
"No matter what happens, you are not allowed to come back." After a long time, Ning Zheng, who had been pecking and kissing her red lips affectionately, spoke with difficulty.
Feng Jiu stretched out his hand and carefully read his eyebrows and eyes with his fingertips. Ten years have passed, his eyebrows are as long as swords, his black eyes are like abysses, and he is still as handsome.
However, there are still two deep lines between his brows, which are called "shuangque lines" in his face, which shows that this person has a hard and upright personality, and he will not give up when he does not achieve his goal; it is also called "anti-shang lines". I don't like being controlled.
Over the past ten years, the battles, conquests and killings on the battlefield, and intrigues and intrigues in the political arena have gradually weathered his original youthful handsomeness, but at the same time, they have also added an inexplicable taste to him. Just like this "double que pattern", it is an extra generous gift from ten years of vicissitudes.
Feng Jiu lowered his hands and said after a while: "...Okay, I promise you."
She sat up and looked at Ning Zheng at the same level, "Ruiqing, I know, you have encountered a huge difficulty... You can do it freely, and I won't make you worry. Don't worry, children, we will help you." I will take good care of you. In the past, I was always waiting for you at home, waiting for your return. But this time, I left you...As for whether I will always wait for you...Let's talk."
Ning Zheng was startled, then smiled wryly, this is the woman he loves so much, she is so unique and cannot be faked - no one can control her 100%, her spirit is always independent, free.The sense of loss disappeared in an instant, and instead, there was a burst of pride in his heart.
"Jiu'er, I hope you can understand my difficulties. If things go well, I will go to the ends of the earth to find you... Do you still remember the poem written by General Ji before he was executed?"
"remember."
Before he was killed in Nanchang, General Ji Hongchang, a former senior official of the Kuomintang and later secretly joined the Communist Party, wrote two poems: "
I hate to die against the Japanese, and leave it as a shame for today.
If the country is broken like this, why should I regret it?
Thirsty to drink Meiling's blood, hunger to eat stones.
On the day of returning to report my fate, I will restore my divine state. "
"If you wish to die against the Japanese, save it for today's shame." Ten simple words can already explain Ning Zheng's next move that shocked the world.
Feng Jiu was carried back to the mansion by Ning Zheng, and when she got dressed, she came upstairs, and Ya Ya's unique oriole-like little voice came into her ears.Standing on the bottom step of the stairs, she saw Yaya sitting at the dining table chattering to her father about how she exercised her elder sister's power to educate her younger brother yesterday. Ning Zheng was standing behind Yaya in military uniform, bent over, Carefully braiding Yaya’s hair; beside him, Tanbuer, who was sitting obediently on a chair with a red velvet back, was dangling his calves, eating a small bowl of apple puree that his father had just shaved for him with a small silver spoon, looking at his father from time to time Take a look at my sister—in fact, Tanbuer’s small teeth are very strong, but sometimes Ning Zheng can’t help but spoil his mother and sister, and scrape some sweet fruit puree for him to eat.
Feng Jiu watched silently as Ning Zheng braided her hair skillfully. A pair of slender and powerful big hands of a man were very gentle, and would not hurt Ya Ya's scalp, which was always afraid of pain.
At the beginning, Ning Zheng saw that she had combed her double braids a few times, so she simply volunteered to take over.Sure enough, those who learn mechanics are different, and it didn't take much effort, so I combed out a pair of beautiful shofar braids with uniform height, uniform thickness, and straight middle seam, and Feng Jiu handed over a pair of pigeons that matched Ya Ya's body. The goose-yellow silk in the gray princess-sleeve dress gave a shy "hey", and Ning Zheng glanced at her with a smile, and joked, "Ya Ya Niang's eyes said——I'll see it! Hands, I'm embarrassed to say—" —But I, I haven't learned it yet, or you can do it..."
He squeezed his throat to imitate Feng Jiuqing's sweet and playful voice, and it turned out to be so lifelike, which made Yaya laugh out loud, and Feng Jiu was so angry that he pinched him again and again.
It was just more than a month ago, why did it look like a lifetime away?
Since yesterday, everything has been packed and checked away in truckloads. After traveling around, the destination is Boston on the east coast of the United States. This is Fengjiu's choice. She said that she will continue to study at Harvard.
Ning Zheng had finished braiding Yaya's hair, Yaya thanked her father, and kissed him on the cheek, Ning Zheng hugged her precious girl, turned around and saw Feng Jiu, asked her if she wanted breakfast, Feng Jiu shook his head .
"No, you must eat dumplings when you go out and enter the store." This is the old rule of Fengtian. Before going out, you must eat dumplings. Without him, you will be safe.
He picked up two steaming dumplings stuffed with cabbage and pork, put them on a sweet white porcelain plate in front of Fengjiu, poured some mature vinegar, and added some sesame oil—this is Fengjiu’s habit of eating dumplings, and only dipped in these sauces material.
Feng Jiu couldn't help it, so she had to barely eat one and a half, and couldn't take any more. Ning Zheng picked up the remaining half, chewed and swallowed it carefully, Feng Jiu took a sip of tea, and suddenly wanted to cry.
Ning Zheng rang the bell to let Barnes come in. There was already a large-format camera produced by the American Gram-Flex Company in the living room. Only then did Feng Jiu realize that Ning Zheng wanted to take a family portrait: they and Ya Ya When I was a family of three, I took many family portraits, but since Tanbuer was born, there were always some delays, so this was the first time that the four of us took a group photo.
Teased by the humorous Barnes, Yaya and Tanbuer laughed easily, but the host and his wife looked serious. Of course the housekeeper knew what was going on, so it had to be like this.
As Barnes pinched the rubber airbag neatly, a puff of white smoke came out of the spotlight, which shocked Tambur, who had never seen this kind of photography before, with drooping eyes straight to Kabbah, fat and The small chin retracted into the neck, which became more obvious, and Ning Zheng couldn't help but kissed him.
Looking at his watch, the scheduled departure time was approaching. Feng Jiu pushed Ning Zheng to sit in the middle of the sofa in the living room, and called Yaya and Tanbuer to kowtow to his father.
Ya Ya was a little puzzled, why would he kowtow to his father during the non-year festival?Still, it was done.
As soon as Yaya knelt down, Tanbuer, who always followed her sister's lead, also pushed her sister to kneel down.The two knocked their heads mischievously, and as soon as they raised their heads, there was a "bang" sound, and the two big heads hit each other. The siblings were fine, but each rubbed the painful spot and pointed at each other. Laughing, Ning Zheng suddenly got up and walked quickly to them, knelt down on one knee, stretched out his arms and held his daughter and daughter tightly in his arms, and didn't let go for a long time.
Ning Zheng personally drove the mother and son to the airport, followed by two other cars, which contained Mama Wu, Bao Ping, Doctor Wu, Barnes, and four carefully selected bodyguards.At this time, Ji Songling's family was already waiting here, and there was a person standing next to him, dressed in a coat and hat, tall and suave, Feng Jiu got out of the car and was surprised when he saw that he was unyielding, and was looking at her with a smile—Ning Zheng He wanted to send his three most important relatives abroad. At this critical juncture, the only person he could trust was Bao You'an, who had a lifelong friendship.
Long Sheng said goodbye to his parents early this morning.Melanie and Ji Songling are grateful for Feng Jiu's decision to bring Longsheng to the United States: Melanie may not realize it, but Ji Songling understands that the next situation may not be under their control, let alone The Japanese have been beating and pushing Suidong all over the place. They have never concealed their ambition to swallow up the whole of China. I am afraid that the inland cities will fall one by one. If their only son can go to a safe place to stay for a while Time, that's what you can't ask for.
He also urged Melanie to go with him, and the domestic situation would become more and more dangerous, but just like before, Melanie still insisted on staying by his side unwaveringly.
Long Sheng said sensiblely: "Father, you should let your mother stay, she can't do without you."
Melanie squatted down and hugged her son, and kissed his handsome face guiltily. Longsheng thought he was an eight-year-old boy, and looked up to his father for help; It was the rare embarrassment of the son who had always been calm for a while, which pulled his wife up.
Melanie put a not-so-small exquisite lacquer box into his military backpack, saying that it was an heirloom of Lao Ji's family, and it was given to his future daughter-in-law. Now that the country is in turmoil, she is afraid that she will not know where she has gone with her father. If you have no fixed place to live, you might as well take these treasures to the United States for safekeeping.
Long Sheng protested how old I am, and Ji Songling frowned, feeling ominous: Why does it seem like the whole family will never see each other again, but who can change her mind about what Melanie insisted on? That's it.
Ning Zheng watched his wife and two children get settled in their seats, Ya Ya smiled and waved goodbye to his father, saying, "Dad, we will see each other soon, right?"
Ning Zheng leaned over to hug her lightly, kissed and kissed again, then came to hug Fengjiu and Tanbuer in her arms, forced a smile to Longsheng, waved his hands, fisted Bao Buqu, and others The entourage nodded, said "yes" softly, then turned around abruptly, and the cloak of "One Bell" spun out a black wave, and walked off the plane firmly.
Yaya muttered in disappointment: "Papa left without saying goodbye to us." For the first time, Feng Jiu didn't care about her daughter's emotions, and remained in a daze.
The special plane soared into the sky and roared towards the blue sky. Feng Jiu closed his eyes to relieve the strong dizziness caused by the sudden elevation of the flight. Little Tanbuer, who was flying for the first time, sat with his back to his mother, holding a baby bottle in his hand , obediently swallowing milk to relieve ear discomfort, and at the same time looking around strangely, not disliking the loud noise in the cabin at all.
Suddenly, Yaya, who was sitting in the front row of them, stretched out a little finger from the gap in the seat to poke Fengjiu, and said excitedly in a low voice, "Mom! Look outside, it's Dad!"
Feng Jiu was startled, and quickly opened her eyes. Through the porthole, she saw the familiar German Typhoon plane, which looked like a cobalt blue dragonfly in Fengtian summer, flying not far away from the special plane, with "Lu Wei" on the fuselage. Number" several elegant running scripts are particularly eye-catching.Feng Jiu was speechless, while Yaya stared at the plane proudly, and waved enthusiastically; the plane flapped its wings left and right suddenly, as if a person was waving goodbye to them, just like this and smoothly After flying for a while, it finally sank and disappeared.
Feng Jiu was still staring out of the window in a daze, until a baby-blue cotton handkerchief was stuffed over and wiped his face, Feng Jiu heard Yaya sigh and say: "Oh, my mother, I am not as good as my younger brother. The kitten is gone."
Only then did Feng Jiu realize that tears were streaming down his face.
Ning Zheng, who had returned to the ground, was silently staring at the three words "Deer Weihao" on the cobalt blue fuselage. He stretched out his hand to touch them one by one, rubbing his fingertips lingeringly back and forth. Dare to come out, until seeing the deputy seat made up his mind, let go of his hand, turned to him and said, "Go find a bucket of blue paint." Ning Zheng finally painted out the dear name word by word with his own hands. .
Three days later, on December 25, the [-]th year of the Republic of China, Ning Zheng, the deputy commander-in-chief of the "bandit suppression" in the Northwest, and a first-level general in the Republic of China, published a divorce statement with his original partner Ning Tang Fengjiu in several major newspapers such as "Ta Kung Pao". The ten-year marriage life of the most powerful, youngest and most dazzling couple has finally come to an end, which inevitably aroused public outcry and many speculations.
Reporters flocked to the newspaper office, only to find that one of the protagonists had already gone to sea, while the other protagonist had no way of approaching, so they were disappointed; fortunately, there were still some clues to be found—they discovered that another heroine, Yang Zhidi, who had caused an uproar many years ago, appeared frequently. Coming to Xi'an, I was immediately excited, and there was another burst of hype.
Jiang, who was in Xi'an, naturally knew about it, so he couldn't help but call his wife, "Look at this Ning Ruiqing, but she is unreliable. Didn't she also say that their husband and wife have a strong relationship? That's great."
He knew about Madam's friendship with Ning Zheng, and Madam's subtle feelings for this young Northeast commander. He was always a little unconvinced, so the dignified Kuomintang leader and chairman of the Military Committee couldn't help but gossip.Mrs. Jiang on the other end of the phone was also very puzzled. It really didn't look like Ning Ruiqing, who she knew well, could have done this. It's the only time I've seen in my life, why did I come to this point all of a sudden?What kind of thing is that Yang Zhidi, and he can't keep up with Tang Fengjiu in flattery.
Could it be something else?Jiang, who is suspicious, felt something was wrong while talking, but when he remembered that Yang Zhidi was involved, it was understandable. After all, no matter how beautiful her face was, she couldn't stand facing her every day. Jiang felt that they were both men, but he understood Ning Zheng a little bit.
Mrs. Jiang felt that as the god-sister of former Mrs. Ning, she needed to ask about this matter.The couple discussed for a while, and they didn't take it too seriously.
At this time, they could never have imagined that this seemingly insignificant isolated incident was actually an important foreshadowing of the earth-shattering events a few days later.
(End of this chapter)
After returning from his stay in Europe the year before, Ning Zheng delivered a very forward-looking speech titled "The International Situation and the Future of China". The Second World War will inevitably break out, or Japan and the United States, or Japan and Russia, or Germany and France, in short, it is inevitable, but it will not happen for the time being.
Regarding the Japanese invasion of China, he believes that if China thinks that ceding the three eastern provinces to Japan will satisfy its wolfish ambitions, it is too naive.Japan's aggression in China over the years has been solidly carried out in accordance with the "Tanaka Memorial" that they refused to recognize, so it is foreseeable that Japan will definitely invade and occupy the whole of China and use it as a base for them to attack and then rule the whole of Asia.
Sure enough, as soon as November entered, Germany and Italy, who had been eyeing each other for a long time, couldn't wait to sign an alliance agreement to unify and coordinate their foreign policies. , and regard it as the standard of governing the country.They have united to become a de facto military alliance, and because Berlin and Rome are on the same longitude line, Mussolini declared in a pun that "the vertical line between Berlin and Rome is not a barrier, but an axis". Japan, which upholds the same concept of governing the country, also actively joined in, and finally formed the fascist alliance that is about to turn the world upside down, namely the three "axis powers".
When Ning Zheng saw this news, he couldn't help but feel very worried: the world situation has always been affected by the whole body, and the alliance between Germany, Italy and Japan is becoming more and more obvious, which is bound to have a major impact on the situation of China's war of resistance. Germany imports a large amount of arms to arm the army. If Japan, an "ally", proposes to prevent Germany from exporting arms, what will China do?However, in China, which is still trying its best to "fight against the outside world and secure the inside", this incident did not cause much splash, and Ning Zheng felt helpless and hesitant.
Recently, a song "On the Songhua River" written and composed by Zhang Han, a former teacher from Northeast China who lived in Xi'an and taught in Xi'an No. [-] Middle School, spread all over the streets and alleys of Xi'an, until it spread to the whole of China with the trend of sparking a prairie fire.
Zhang Hanfa used the tune of women crying graves in Northeast China that he was familiar with since he was a child, and sang it repeatedly, and it became more and more intense at the end.
"My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast, where there are forests and coal mines, and there are soybean sorghum all over the mountains.
My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast, where my compatriots and aging parents live.
September [-], September [-], from that miserable time,
Leaving my native land, leaving behind the endless treasures,
Wandering, wandering, all day price in the pass, wandering,
In which year and which month will I be able to return to my lovely hometown? "
That day, Feng Jiu was going to the orphanage to inspect the daily work, and the young students he met on the way were all singing this song, and Feng Jiu stopped to listen in a daze.At this time, in Luoyang not far away, Mr. Changjiang, a member of the Military Commission of the Republic of China, was celebrating his 60th birthday.He heard about the commotion of exiled students in Xi'an from time to time, so he sent Ning Zheng a telegram with disdain, so that he could take care of himself.
Fengjiu had just packed his bags that day, and planned to go to Shanghai to attend a regular meeting of the "National Salvation Federation from All walks of life" led by Mrs. Liao and Mrs. Sun in May. Reporting to Mrs. Jiang in Nanjing was much more pleasant.
She was packing her luggage in her hands, but she couldn't help but pause: Ning Zheng's attitude in the past half month has been a bit weird, hot and cold, often after a few days of alienation and indifference, it seems to be unbearably hot like a fire, And the next morning, he returned to his deliberate indifference, as if he regretted not being able to hold back his lingering with her all night, and asked him impatiently to explain, this was never before between the two The situation made Fengjiu wonder if he was out of his mind.
But Fengjiu is still considerate of him, after all the pressure on him is great enough.
However, Melanie's words also began to come to mind from time to time, but she shook her head again, always feeling absurd - if it was true, then Ning Zheng...could it be made of iron?She blushed and sneered, then looked down at the speech she was about to bring.
At this moment, Barnes, an American butler hired a year ago in order to ensure safety in Xi'an, where spies are everywhere, came in to report that Edgar Snow had come.
The American journalist Snow was a friend of the well-connected Ning Zheng when he was interviewed in Fengtian in the 18th year of the Republic of China. At this time, her husband was not home yet, so naturally Fengjiu was in charge of reception.
Snow had long heard about the illustrious talent of Ning Zheng, an astonishingly beautiful lady. After chatting freely, he was deeply impressed by Feng Jiu's profound knowledge of English, and was quite moved by Feng Jiu's understanding and sympathy for the security red regime. Feeling speculative.Snow said in his own words that he had inspected the Great Famine in Northwest China in the 18th year of the Republic of China. He was frightened by the hellish scene where he was starved for thousands of miles and could not even find strong people to bury countless dead bodies. incompetence and corruption.
In June, Fengjiu heard Ning Zheng talk about it casually. Because he was entrusted by Mrs. Sun, he issued a special pass and sent people to use "Dodge" military trucks. Snow, who reported on the "New York Sun" and "Daily Herald", and an American doctor, Ma Heide, went to the security guards in the CCP's base area to conduct interviews, in order to satisfy Westerners' concerns about the Chinese Communist Party who had just gone through the [-]-mile long march. Interest in China's red regime, which has tenaciously survived under high pressure for ten years.Feng Jiu was very interested in his experience of the past four months, and the two talked earnestly for a long time.
Fengjiu heard Snow praise Mr. Mao as the soul of China, and the just-concluded Long March was a heroic epic in modern history, and asserted that "a living China is in the hands of hundreds of millions of Chinese farmers who are simple, industrious, but brave and fearless." When she was looking at the photos that Snow brought back, she accidentally found the figures of Feng Ling and Hong Si. Seeing them dancing, although they were dressed plainly but full of high spirits, she couldn't help laughing in surprise .
Snow also said that Ning Zheng once expressed his desire to meet Mr. Mao. Although they had passed several secret messages, they had not met in person. However, judging from the current situation, this wish may not be realized for the time being; I interviewed many leaders of the Communist Party of China and obtained valuable first-hand information. When the book is published next year, I must ask Mrs. Ning to read it. The title of the book is tentatively set as "Red Star Shines on China". Feng Jiu solemnly promised that I must read it at that time .
At this moment, Ning Zheng came back, Feng Jiu changed them for the cold tea and coffee, and then retreated out with interest, Snow took a slightly strange look at himself and was enthusiastic, but immediately changed his expression towards his wife. Feng Jiu, the leader of the Ning army who was so cold, smiled at him indifferently and closed the door.
The next morning, when Feng Jiu was planning to leave for Shanghai, Ning Zheng, who never showed up at this time, sent someone to ask her to look for him in the study.
"Why are you looking for me?" As soon as she entered the door, she walked towards him who was sitting on the sofa.After so many years, she has already developed a habit. When two people talk, they either sit facing each other and hold hands; While talking, no matter how boring the topic is, they can always find something interesting. It has to be said that Ning Zheng always seems to have endless patience with her and the children.
"Jiu'er, just sit on the sofa opposite me." Ning Zheng, who was sitting in the middle of the three-seater sofa, stood up immediately when she came in, hesitated a little, and stretched out his hand to point to him The sofa for two.
... Feng Jiu's heart sank slightly, and he sat down as he wanted.
"...If you don't talk anymore, I'm leaving. Yaya and Tanbuer are waiting for me to take them out to play." Then she should go to Shanghai.From the moment she sat down, Ning Zheng's eyes were fixed on her face, he didn't leave for a moment, but he just didn't speak.
"...Jiu'er, I want to tell you about my latest decision—we're getting a divorce." Ning Zheng spoke softly, but Feng Jiu, who was unprepared for this, was shocked.
Ning Zheng looked at his beloved sadly: now all of China knows that Ning Zheng is the leader of the army who advocated the resistance against Japan...the exploding X-ray machine, the Japanese doctor, the special high school...promised to fight back to the Northeast in two years, As a result, two years, two years and two years of appointment...
"...What?" Feng Jiu's voice also became very small, seeming to match his volume.
"I have someone else... She is pregnant, and I have to be responsible for her."
The blood on Feng Jiu's face faded instantly.She calmed down, and raised the corners of her mouth sarcastically, "Who? Don't tell me it's Yang Zhidi."
"You know? It's her."
"...So the rumors of this period of time are all true?" Recently, Feng Jiu had indeed met Yang Si in and out of the best Northwest Hotel in Xi'an, and they had met twice, but they both had a tacit understanding He just passed by without saying hello.She also knew that Yang Si's brother, Yang Liren, had always had a close relationship with Ning Zheng, so she didn't take it seriously.
"Sorry." Ning Zheng didn't answer directly, "I don't need to go to the meeting in Shanghai. I have already called Mrs. Sun and explained the reason...Life in the Northwest is hard, clean up. In five days, you can take the children and leave here to go to the United States. ,there……"
"Okay," Feng Jiu answered quickly, "Then I'm going out, time is a bit tight, I have to start packing now."
She got up lightly and left the study, not forgetting to close the door gently.
Ning Zheng looked at Feng Jiu, who quickly recovered his blood color, and his expression could even be called calm. .
She has always been like this, she is too calm when encountering major events, which is often beyond her age and experience; his Fengjiu never vents his anger by throwing things crazily like other wives of his colleagues ——Because she once said that the family is rich and full of antiques and treasures, which one would not feel distressed or commit crimes when they were thrown?Don't you have to clean up yourself in the end?Why bother.
For the next two days, according to the long list that she pulled out overnight, Feng Jiu began to work methodically with Mama Wu and Aquarius to pack the children, her clothes, and various daily necessities by category. Forget to bring a large stack of traditional Chinese books and calligraphy utensils such as pens, inks, papers and inkstones.
Ning Zheng watched Feng Jiu command Ruo Ding, sad and unspeakable, and wanted to say a few words, but Feng Jiu ignored him, so he could only hurry up and get tired of spending time with Ya Ya Tanbuer every day. If you have to go to the military headquarters, take Yaya with you.Feng Jiu didn't care about it, and let him do what he wanted.
It was late November at this time, and the first heavy snow finally fell in Xi'an, which covered up the distinctive Qinzhong characteristics in this beautiful ancient city building. Unclear temple... It looks like Fengtian, his hometown, which he hasn't seen for five years.
He went out and walked around, looked at the snow scene, and when he came back, he let out Long Sheng and Yaya who were sitting on a small desk beside him, each with a piece of paper and a copy, and it was rare to write quietly. Turning around the swivel chair, through the glass window of the study, I stared blankly at the two children who were playing wildly on the snow in the backyard.
Ya Ya is just like a snow doll, wearing a red silk padded jacket with a large breast that is unique to Guanzhong, her arms are almost out of shape, her eyebrows are full of picturesque eyes, her small mouth is grinning, showing her well-protected white teeth, like It is like a small plum tree that grows in the snow and is not afraid of the severe cold and fights against the sky; while Long Sheng, who has handsome eyebrows and eyes, follows her contentedly, protecting her carefully.
But no matter how careful you are, some children deliberately want to fall on the soft snow, and they don’t forget to drag their friends to fall together, so the thick white snow immediately covered the faces of two apples. , they don't bother, they just scramble to let out a crisp giggle that can be heard even through the thick glass windows.
This situation seemed familiar, and Ning Zheng suddenly remembered that one winter after marriage, there was a rare rime in Fengtian, and the ground in the garden of Shuai Mansion became slippery, so she went out to play regardless , fell down and just smiled, smiled...
Suddenly, the door of the office of the "Bandit Suppression" Headquarters in Xi'an was pushed open, and Feng Jiu, who was wearing a black wool coat and covered with frost and snow, came in. Looking directly at him with unfriendly eyes, he slowly took off the black sheepskin gloves on his hands.
Ning Zheng turned the chair around, didn't get up, just stared at her fixedly, and didn't say anything for a long time.
Feng Jiu walked straight over and slammed his fist on his hard rosewood desk with a "pong". The light pen holder, a few knives of forest paper and kraft paper envelopes on the desk jumped along with it, and Ning Zheng's eyelids didn't move. Holding on, she jumped along, and then looked at her obviously red fist with distress, endured and endured, but still didn't stretch out her hand.
"Say! What are you planning without telling me?! I didn't believe a word of what you said that day! It's too clumsy! I'm not a fool!"
Feng Jiu has been spoiled by Ning Zheng's doting, over the years, they seldom argue; even if they did, when was he not subdued and asked for peace?Therefore, as long as Feng Jiu thinks about the deep meaning behind such an abnormal behavior this time, he dare not delve into it at all, because it only means one thing...
Ning Zheng felt relieved suddenly, but the corners of his eyes were hot, so sore that he couldn't hold back his tears. He quickly stood up and turned to face the bleak winter outside. Only two children were playing happily.
Costin was flying freely outside again—this Costin flew out cleverly on the night of the fall of Fengtian, and flew along the south railway track to Peiping without any danger. Although it was hungry enough, it was still ferocious. Abnormally, no one dared to catch it; later, because his mouth was too big, he couldn't eat food like small field mice, and finally passed out from hunger.
The soldiers of the Ning army stationed in Beiping picked it up and saw the fine iron legband engraved with the character "Ning" on its paws. They knew that it was the famous domestic raptor of their commander in chief, so they gave it to him. It was delivered, and then followed all the way to Xi'an.
As for its old enemy Taishan, he evacuated to the Ende Hall with the other servants of the Ning family who did not want to leave his hometown as early as that night, and was deeply trapped in the enemy-occupied area with the principal, teachers and children in the orphanage. Many years have passed, and I don't know what the fate will be.
Footsteps sounded behind him, Feng Jiu went around the desk and came behind him, abruptly turned his tall body around, and ordered coldly: "Look at me."
The two children were having fun on the snow, and they didn't care to see the unusual expressions of the couple who were close at hand. After a while, the head guard who was most good at looking at eyebrows and eyes made a comparison of "shh", Quietly led away.
It took Ning Zheng the greatest effort to force himself to look directly into her eyes - facing the clearest and most transparent pair of black pupils in the world, these spiritual eyes that he wanted to kiss whenever he saw them, Lying has become the most difficult thing in the world.
It is better not to say.
"When Father Marshal passed away, I promised you that I would never leave you, but now, you have broken your promise... No wonder you have gained weight recently. It turns out that this is called 'breaking your promise and getting fat'. The ancients never deceived me." Jiu asked sarcastically, "Is 'lie' delicious?".
When Feng Jiu got angry, he had a great ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense—Ning Zheng had obviously become thinner and thinner these days.
Ning Zheng had no power to resist and could only passively look at her.
"Still telling the truth? Okay. I promise you, I'll leave tomorrow, first take the three children to Shanghai, and then go to the United States." Ning Zheng's expression obviously relaxed, and Feng Jiu secretly gritted his teeth.
Ever since she learned that Feng Jiu was really going to take the children to leave Xi'an in a few days, the shocked Melanie came back to her senses and immediately thought of letting Feng Jiu take their family Long Sheng with her like the last time she went to Europe. , Feng Jiu naturally couldn't ask for it.
"Don't worry, we will have a good life. I think I will marry again, and soon." Feng Jiu said lightly, and Ning Zheng's expression immediately turned ferocious, and he stared at Feng Jiu in disbelief. Feng Jiu nodded at him, "This time, I must find someone I like, who is about my age, preferably the same age, or younger than me. Don't believe me?" Feng Jiu smiled, "Look Look at Lili, she is enjoying a good life with Mr. Rong now, and she even told me that if she knew that her second marriage would be so happy, she should have divorced my second cousin earlier."
After Zheng Li married a wealthy family in Guangdong in June this year, Rong Xieyuan, the general manager of a large insurance company in Shanghai, was two years younger than her, and they dated for a year.
They have the same interests, and her and Tang Fengyun's two sons are taken over to live with her for a while from time to time. Rong Xieyuan is also very kind to the two boys, taking them to the movies and visiting the zoo, living a very happy life Cozy, even the relationship with the uncle and aunt has become more harmonious than before.
"Do you dare—?!" Ning Zheng's eyes suddenly became clouded with blood, so that Feng Jiu's face, who was smiling slightly in front of him, became a little blurred.
"Why not? We're divorced, why do you care about me? Why do you care about me?" Feng Jiu said to himself, this cruel little girl was never afraid to stab a knife into his softest chest.
"Could it be, Wei Yuanhua?" Ning Zheng forced himself to ask. At this moment, his mind was completely messed up.
"...Yes, I can consider it—he is younger than you, so good-looking, not inferior to you in appearance, and is still unmarried, and..." Feng Jiu suddenly remembered the unexpected kiss of Hutou, and couldn't help being stunned. , shut up.
Seeing this situation, Ning Zheng immediately burned with jealousy: the fight with Wei Yuanhua was because he felt that something had happened between him and Feng Jiu. There is no trace.
"What the hell did you do?!"
Ning Zheng grabbed Feng Jiu's waist.
"...He just kissed my forehead, but it was nothing when I was not paying attention." Feng Jiu lowered his voice a lot while struggling.Her waist was about to break, and Ning Zheng's strength was terrifying.
But when he thought of Ning Zheng's words, Feng Jiu's original guilt disappeared immediately. "You can't bear this? When I marry him, how many children will I have for him? Poor Hutou, after waiting for me for so many years, if I can marry him, it will be considered worthy of us. a camaraderie."
Feng Jiu actually didn't know Wei Yuanhua's feelings for her, but the words were rushed, and now they became her life-saving straw to support her face.
Ning Zheng was at a loss for words, as long as he thought about it for a moment, his heart felt like it was about to burst, and he felt so much pain.
Feng Jiu still refused to give up, "Although Wilde often speaks nonsense, there is one sentence that is quite interesting, do you want to hear it?"
He stared at her silently, and Feng Jiu continued on his own: "'Marriage comes to an end, weak people cry non-stop, strong people immediately go to the next one, and wise people...smart people have already prepared for themselves. Got a'. We're both good, smart people."
Ning Zheng's hands suddenly moved up to her shoulders, and he grabbed them tightly, a pair of deep eyes suddenly showed pity, as if he was begging her not to sprinkle salt on his wounds.
But Fengjiu is the kind of woman who is most cruel when provoked, "I, Tang Fengjiu, if I make up my mind to be with someone, I will never—half-heartedly. From now on, you will be nothing to me... ..."
Ning Zheng let go of his hands weakly and lowered them—he was her husband. Once, she used the bright red lips he had kissed countless times to confided softly when she was in love, saying that he was the son of her two children. Father, said that he and the children were her everything; but now she told him with the same beautiful mouth that he would be nothing in the future.
Thousands of arrows pierce the heart, but that's all.
A fishy sweetness rushed to his throat suddenly, he vomited and vomited again, and swallowed quickly and forcefully, but there was still a trace of blood that was too late to swallow, seeped out of the corner of his mouth, and trickled down slowly.
Feng Jiu was startled, dumbfounded, unable to speak any more.
"Why don't you keep talking, isn't it very happy to say it?" Ning Zheng realized that Feng Jiu had seen it, so he stopped covering it up, took out a handkerchief, and slowly wiped off the blood stains.His hands trembled slightly, and between the opening and closing of his lips, the blood stains on the white teeth could be vaguely seen, which was shocking.
Ning Zheng finally put the handkerchief back into his pocket, and said flatly, "Okay, that's it. As for the divorce statement—"
While talking, he turned around and wanted to go back to his seat to sit down, Feng Jiu suddenly stepped forward, put his arm around his shoulders, and kissed him tightly without hesitation.
Ning Zheng's forced composure immediately fell into the sea like mud and snow into the scorching sun—he couldn't even resist her slight smile, let alone a fiery kiss that he had never had before?
He hugged her slender waist reflexively, and the two of them pressed close together, panting, and their lips and teeth were lingering.
They all thought of the last bloody kiss, when was that?And for what?
At that time, although Ning Zheng was in pain physically, he was happy in his heart; this time, on the contrary, his heart seemed to have been so painful that it was broken into several petals, and he didn't bother to mend it with needles and threads. How long is the rest of my life, can only be used.
They hugged each other, stumbled into the small lounge connected to the office, eagerly tore each other's clothes, eager to immediately feel the radiant, extremely familiar, extremely beautiful lover...
A couple who have been married for ten years seems to have returned to the situation of consummating their first marriage: their ears and temples rubbing each other, lingering endlessly...
I don't know if the future will come, I don't know if we can meet again, just like the time they parted in Brighton, before they parted, they were already missed and loved each other deeply, even if they scraped the bones to cure the poison, there would be no medicine. Can be cured.
It was broad daylight.It was quiet all around.No one came in to bother.
Later, Feng Jiu was extremely tired and was still in a deep sleep, but he suddenly woke up and reached out to touch, but there was no one around him.
She turned over and sat up, feeling quite dizzy, but there still seemed to be a suffocatingly sweet, heartbreakingly humble voice whispering in her ear: "Qingqing...don't forget me..."
As soon as the door opened, a well-dressed Ning Zheng had already walked in. He sat on the edge of the bed, took Feng Jiu's hand that was caressing on his forehead, and kissed it lightly.
Only then did Fengjiu realize that a golden bracelet that she had never seen before was put on her wrist at some point: a phoenix, with a soft and charming body, but the neck that was struggling to lift showed stubbornness and pride, quietly. Resting quietly on her lustrous wrist.
Of course Feng Jiu remembered what it was: that time in the ruined temple outside the city of Zhuozhou, Ning Zheng had said that he would give her another bracelet. Once, she thought he had forgotten it.
Finally, this phoenix came, but it was at this time.Ning Zheng then took off the phoenix ring on her ring finger, and the tiger ring on her own finger, wrapped it in a handkerchief solemnly, put it in her pocket, and then leaned over to kiss her.
"No matter what happens, you are not allowed to come back." After a long time, Ning Zheng, who had been pecking and kissing her red lips affectionately, spoke with difficulty.
Feng Jiu stretched out his hand and carefully read his eyebrows and eyes with his fingertips. Ten years have passed, his eyebrows are as long as swords, his black eyes are like abysses, and he is still as handsome.
However, there are still two deep lines between his brows, which are called "shuangque lines" in his face, which shows that this person has a hard and upright personality, and he will not give up when he does not achieve his goal; it is also called "anti-shang lines". I don't like being controlled.
Over the past ten years, the battles, conquests and killings on the battlefield, and intrigues and intrigues in the political arena have gradually weathered his original youthful handsomeness, but at the same time, they have also added an inexplicable taste to him. Just like this "double que pattern", it is an extra generous gift from ten years of vicissitudes.
Feng Jiu lowered his hands and said after a while: "...Okay, I promise you."
She sat up and looked at Ning Zheng at the same level, "Ruiqing, I know, you have encountered a huge difficulty... You can do it freely, and I won't make you worry. Don't worry, children, we will help you." I will take good care of you. In the past, I was always waiting for you at home, waiting for your return. But this time, I left you...As for whether I will always wait for you...Let's talk."
Ning Zheng was startled, then smiled wryly, this is the woman he loves so much, she is so unique and cannot be faked - no one can control her 100%, her spirit is always independent, free.The sense of loss disappeared in an instant, and instead, there was a burst of pride in his heart.
"Jiu'er, I hope you can understand my difficulties. If things go well, I will go to the ends of the earth to find you... Do you still remember the poem written by General Ji before he was executed?"
"remember."
Before he was killed in Nanchang, General Ji Hongchang, a former senior official of the Kuomintang and later secretly joined the Communist Party, wrote two poems: "
I hate to die against the Japanese, and leave it as a shame for today.
If the country is broken like this, why should I regret it?
Thirsty to drink Meiling's blood, hunger to eat stones.
On the day of returning to report my fate, I will restore my divine state. "
"If you wish to die against the Japanese, save it for today's shame." Ten simple words can already explain Ning Zheng's next move that shocked the world.
Feng Jiu was carried back to the mansion by Ning Zheng, and when she got dressed, she came upstairs, and Ya Ya's unique oriole-like little voice came into her ears.Standing on the bottom step of the stairs, she saw Yaya sitting at the dining table chattering to her father about how she exercised her elder sister's power to educate her younger brother yesterday. Ning Zheng was standing behind Yaya in military uniform, bent over, Carefully braiding Yaya’s hair; beside him, Tanbuer, who was sitting obediently on a chair with a red velvet back, was dangling his calves, eating a small bowl of apple puree that his father had just shaved for him with a small silver spoon, looking at his father from time to time Take a look at my sister—in fact, Tanbuer’s small teeth are very strong, but sometimes Ning Zheng can’t help but spoil his mother and sister, and scrape some sweet fruit puree for him to eat.
Feng Jiu watched silently as Ning Zheng braided her hair skillfully. A pair of slender and powerful big hands of a man were very gentle, and would not hurt Ya Ya's scalp, which was always afraid of pain.
At the beginning, Ning Zheng saw that she had combed her double braids a few times, so she simply volunteered to take over.Sure enough, those who learn mechanics are different, and it didn't take much effort, so I combed out a pair of beautiful shofar braids with uniform height, uniform thickness, and straight middle seam, and Feng Jiu handed over a pair of pigeons that matched Ya Ya's body. The goose-yellow silk in the gray princess-sleeve dress gave a shy "hey", and Ning Zheng glanced at her with a smile, and joked, "Ya Ya Niang's eyes said——I'll see it! Hands, I'm embarrassed to say—" —But I, I haven't learned it yet, or you can do it..."
He squeezed his throat to imitate Feng Jiuqing's sweet and playful voice, and it turned out to be so lifelike, which made Yaya laugh out loud, and Feng Jiu was so angry that he pinched him again and again.
It was just more than a month ago, why did it look like a lifetime away?
Since yesterday, everything has been packed and checked away in truckloads. After traveling around, the destination is Boston on the east coast of the United States. This is Fengjiu's choice. She said that she will continue to study at Harvard.
Ning Zheng had finished braiding Yaya's hair, Yaya thanked her father, and kissed him on the cheek, Ning Zheng hugged her precious girl, turned around and saw Feng Jiu, asked her if she wanted breakfast, Feng Jiu shook his head .
"No, you must eat dumplings when you go out and enter the store." This is the old rule of Fengtian. Before going out, you must eat dumplings. Without him, you will be safe.
He picked up two steaming dumplings stuffed with cabbage and pork, put them on a sweet white porcelain plate in front of Fengjiu, poured some mature vinegar, and added some sesame oil—this is Fengjiu’s habit of eating dumplings, and only dipped in these sauces material.
Feng Jiu couldn't help it, so she had to barely eat one and a half, and couldn't take any more. Ning Zheng picked up the remaining half, chewed and swallowed it carefully, Feng Jiu took a sip of tea, and suddenly wanted to cry.
Ning Zheng rang the bell to let Barnes come in. There was already a large-format camera produced by the American Gram-Flex Company in the living room. Only then did Feng Jiu realize that Ning Zheng wanted to take a family portrait: they and Ya Ya When I was a family of three, I took many family portraits, but since Tanbuer was born, there were always some delays, so this was the first time that the four of us took a group photo.
Teased by the humorous Barnes, Yaya and Tanbuer laughed easily, but the host and his wife looked serious. Of course the housekeeper knew what was going on, so it had to be like this.
As Barnes pinched the rubber airbag neatly, a puff of white smoke came out of the spotlight, which shocked Tambur, who had never seen this kind of photography before, with drooping eyes straight to Kabbah, fat and The small chin retracted into the neck, which became more obvious, and Ning Zheng couldn't help but kissed him.
Looking at his watch, the scheduled departure time was approaching. Feng Jiu pushed Ning Zheng to sit in the middle of the sofa in the living room, and called Yaya and Tanbuer to kowtow to his father.
Ya Ya was a little puzzled, why would he kowtow to his father during the non-year festival?Still, it was done.
As soon as Yaya knelt down, Tanbuer, who always followed her sister's lead, also pushed her sister to kneel down.The two knocked their heads mischievously, and as soon as they raised their heads, there was a "bang" sound, and the two big heads hit each other. The siblings were fine, but each rubbed the painful spot and pointed at each other. Laughing, Ning Zheng suddenly got up and walked quickly to them, knelt down on one knee, stretched out his arms and held his daughter and daughter tightly in his arms, and didn't let go for a long time.
Ning Zheng personally drove the mother and son to the airport, followed by two other cars, which contained Mama Wu, Bao Ping, Doctor Wu, Barnes, and four carefully selected bodyguards.At this time, Ji Songling's family was already waiting here, and there was a person standing next to him, dressed in a coat and hat, tall and suave, Feng Jiu got out of the car and was surprised when he saw that he was unyielding, and was looking at her with a smile—Ning Zheng He wanted to send his three most important relatives abroad. At this critical juncture, the only person he could trust was Bao You'an, who had a lifelong friendship.
Long Sheng said goodbye to his parents early this morning.Melanie and Ji Songling are grateful for Feng Jiu's decision to bring Longsheng to the United States: Melanie may not realize it, but Ji Songling understands that the next situation may not be under their control, let alone The Japanese have been beating and pushing Suidong all over the place. They have never concealed their ambition to swallow up the whole of China. I am afraid that the inland cities will fall one by one. If their only son can go to a safe place to stay for a while Time, that's what you can't ask for.
He also urged Melanie to go with him, and the domestic situation would become more and more dangerous, but just like before, Melanie still insisted on staying by his side unwaveringly.
Long Sheng said sensiblely: "Father, you should let your mother stay, she can't do without you."
Melanie squatted down and hugged her son, and kissed his handsome face guiltily. Longsheng thought he was an eight-year-old boy, and looked up to his father for help; It was the rare embarrassment of the son who had always been calm for a while, which pulled his wife up.
Melanie put a not-so-small exquisite lacquer box into his military backpack, saying that it was an heirloom of Lao Ji's family, and it was given to his future daughter-in-law. Now that the country is in turmoil, she is afraid that she will not know where she has gone with her father. If you have no fixed place to live, you might as well take these treasures to the United States for safekeeping.
Long Sheng protested how old I am, and Ji Songling frowned, feeling ominous: Why does it seem like the whole family will never see each other again, but who can change her mind about what Melanie insisted on? That's it.
Ning Zheng watched his wife and two children get settled in their seats, Ya Ya smiled and waved goodbye to his father, saying, "Dad, we will see each other soon, right?"
Ning Zheng leaned over to hug her lightly, kissed and kissed again, then came to hug Fengjiu and Tanbuer in her arms, forced a smile to Longsheng, waved his hands, fisted Bao Buqu, and others The entourage nodded, said "yes" softly, then turned around abruptly, and the cloak of "One Bell" spun out a black wave, and walked off the plane firmly.
Yaya muttered in disappointment: "Papa left without saying goodbye to us." For the first time, Feng Jiu didn't care about her daughter's emotions, and remained in a daze.
The special plane soared into the sky and roared towards the blue sky. Feng Jiu closed his eyes to relieve the strong dizziness caused by the sudden elevation of the flight. Little Tanbuer, who was flying for the first time, sat with his back to his mother, holding a baby bottle in his hand , obediently swallowing milk to relieve ear discomfort, and at the same time looking around strangely, not disliking the loud noise in the cabin at all.
Suddenly, Yaya, who was sitting in the front row of them, stretched out a little finger from the gap in the seat to poke Fengjiu, and said excitedly in a low voice, "Mom! Look outside, it's Dad!"
Feng Jiu was startled, and quickly opened her eyes. Through the porthole, she saw the familiar German Typhoon plane, which looked like a cobalt blue dragonfly in Fengtian summer, flying not far away from the special plane, with "Lu Wei" on the fuselage. Number" several elegant running scripts are particularly eye-catching.Feng Jiu was speechless, while Yaya stared at the plane proudly, and waved enthusiastically; the plane flapped its wings left and right suddenly, as if a person was waving goodbye to them, just like this and smoothly After flying for a while, it finally sank and disappeared.
Feng Jiu was still staring out of the window in a daze, until a baby-blue cotton handkerchief was stuffed over and wiped his face, Feng Jiu heard Yaya sigh and say: "Oh, my mother, I am not as good as my younger brother. The kitten is gone."
Only then did Feng Jiu realize that tears were streaming down his face.
Ning Zheng, who had returned to the ground, was silently staring at the three words "Deer Weihao" on the cobalt blue fuselage. He stretched out his hand to touch them one by one, rubbing his fingertips lingeringly back and forth. Dare to come out, until seeing the deputy seat made up his mind, let go of his hand, turned to him and said, "Go find a bucket of blue paint." Ning Zheng finally painted out the dear name word by word with his own hands. .
Three days later, on December 25, the [-]th year of the Republic of China, Ning Zheng, the deputy commander-in-chief of the "bandit suppression" in the Northwest, and a first-level general in the Republic of China, published a divorce statement with his original partner Ning Tang Fengjiu in several major newspapers such as "Ta Kung Pao". The ten-year marriage life of the most powerful, youngest and most dazzling couple has finally come to an end, which inevitably aroused public outcry and many speculations.
Reporters flocked to the newspaper office, only to find that one of the protagonists had already gone to sea, while the other protagonist had no way of approaching, so they were disappointed; fortunately, there were still some clues to be found—they discovered that another heroine, Yang Zhidi, who had caused an uproar many years ago, appeared frequently. Coming to Xi'an, I was immediately excited, and there was another burst of hype.
Jiang, who was in Xi'an, naturally knew about it, so he couldn't help but call his wife, "Look at this Ning Ruiqing, but she is unreliable. Didn't she also say that their husband and wife have a strong relationship? That's great."
He knew about Madam's friendship with Ning Zheng, and Madam's subtle feelings for this young Northeast commander. He was always a little unconvinced, so the dignified Kuomintang leader and chairman of the Military Committee couldn't help but gossip.Mrs. Jiang on the other end of the phone was also very puzzled. It really didn't look like Ning Ruiqing, who she knew well, could have done this. It's the only time I've seen in my life, why did I come to this point all of a sudden?What kind of thing is that Yang Zhidi, and he can't keep up with Tang Fengjiu in flattery.
Could it be something else?Jiang, who is suspicious, felt something was wrong while talking, but when he remembered that Yang Zhidi was involved, it was understandable. After all, no matter how beautiful her face was, she couldn't stand facing her every day. Jiang felt that they were both men, but he understood Ning Zheng a little bit.
Mrs. Jiang felt that as the god-sister of former Mrs. Ning, she needed to ask about this matter.The couple discussed for a while, and they didn't take it too seriously.
At this time, they could never have imagined that this seemingly insignificant isolated incident was actually an important foreshadowing of the earth-shattering events a few days later.
(End of this chapter)
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