Xu Xuzhi

Chapter 17
The negotiations between Feng Jiu and Ning Zheng failed twice in a row, and she felt depressed. She felt that the engagement matter could not be changed.

What about my Harvard?Is that the end?

Fengjiu's application for American universities was fully entrusted to Tang Fengxian. She trusted her brother very much, so she never rushed him, but believed that he would do the job wholeheartedly.

For a while, all she could think about was how to fight Ning Zheng, and she forgot about other things. After a few days, she stopped, and suddenly remembered that the application should have a result.

So she went directly to Fengze study to find her eldest brother to ask if the application was settled. Tang Fengxian pondered for a moment, then spread his hands regretfully: "Actually, a few days ago, the letter of failure to apply from Harvard and Wesley College arrived, but I'm afraid you will feel sad, so I just Never gave it to you."

When Feng Jiu heard it, she felt as if she had been hit in the head, her face was as white as paper, and her blood was gone. She really didn't expect that the double insurance failed, which was also a heavy blow to her self-confidence.

She tried her best and forced a smile, "Brother, please let me have a look at the reply, and see what people think about my application materials, so that I can improve."

Tang Feng first raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Feng Jiu, I left the letter in the bank office, and I will bring it back to you when I go again." Feng Jiu could see that the elder brother was very tired, so he had to Nodding, he obediently thanked his eldest brother for his busy work during this time, turned around, drooped his little shoulders, dragged his big braids backwards, and walked out the door with his head down.

As soon as her figure disappeared at the door, Tang Fengxian covered his face with his hands and put it down after a while. Then he took out a small brass key from the pocket of the black mandarin coat covered in a gray-blue gown, bent down and opened the door on the right side of the desk. Slowly opened the lower drawer, took out a large kraft paper bag, and took out two letters from the United States inside. The name of the famous school; and the beginning of each letter is a big "Congratulations! Mrs. Tang"...

Suddenly, with trembling hands, he randomly stuffed the letter paper into the envelope and folded it into a paper bag, closed the drawer with a "bang", straightened his waist, picked up the largest Beilanghaodou pen in the pen holder, dipped it in ink, and put it in the paper bag. On the tough and silky Goryeo paper, the silver hook and iron painting murderously printed three words-"Shame, Shame, Shame".

Fengjiu's study was frustrated, and he had an unwilling marriage contract, which couldn't be broken after several efforts. As a result, his always optimistic and optimistic nature was greatly suppressed, and he became listless.

However, as if everything will come to an end, when Fengjiu learned that his father was going to sponsor Hutou to study at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, the news was like a shot in the arm, which suddenly made Fengjiu's head slumped. Get excited.

She was so happy for her hard-fought Faxiaoer, this was a better arrangement than she had been secretly planning to subsidize Hutou's college studies.

But how did this happen?After the excitement was over, a question arose in her mind, why did her father suddenly remember to sponsor Hutou to study?And why couldn't this silly tiger head accept his own funding, but instead accepted his father's?This thing is obviously strange.

Of course, I couldn't afford Hutou to study in the United States anyway.

It's just after noon, and there's no way my father will be home.Besides, if she asked her father, she might not be able to find out the reason except for the grandiose reasons, so she simply went to the third aunt's house to inquire about the news.

The third aunt was happily packing the necessary luggage for Hutou. She was sincerely happy for her nephew, saying that time was very tight, the school's autumn semester was about to start, and Hutou had to leave in a week.

By the way, the third aunt said to Feng Jiu that if she had time, she would accompany Hutou to the streets to buy some useful things that could not be bought in the United States. Miss Six.

Feng Jiu couldn't laugh or cry, he had only been to Beiping, Shanghai, and Yangzhou, so he was well-informed, and most of his knowledge in this area was obtained from newspapers and miscellaneous papers.

However, Feng Jiu went back to his home and hung up the phone with his friend Ge Luoli. The two chatted in English for a long time, and Feng Jiu also took a pen and paper to record the items that Luo Li suggested to buy.

She put down the phone, took the paper and went out to find Hutou. As soon as she entered his study, she saw him writing quietly, heard her footsteps, and didn't even lift her eyelids, as if she was not surprised. As soon as Jiu got the news, he would rush over.

Feng Jiu didn't care, he found a painted armchair and sat down, holding his cheek with one hand, watching the tiger's head write.

As soon as Hutou writes, he is afraid that besides wanting to sell money, he has other troubles. However, going to the United States to study is a great thing, and it seems that he still wants to sell money.

Fengjiu suddenly had mixed feelings in his mind. He who thought he could go to the United States to study, but he couldn’t; Hutou, who never thought that he could go to university, could go to the United States to study. The life trajectory of the two of them is simply coming. swap.

But judging from his expression, he didn't seem to be very happy, Feng Jiu was a little uncertain.

People say that "Lang rides a bamboo horse and grows green plums around the bed". Hutou's parents died when he was five years old, and he was brought up by his third aunt to his own home. The two of them met and grew up together. Over the frame, it can be called an exemplary childhood sweetheart.

But Hutou has a slightly moody personality because of his life experience; although Fengjiu has been spoiled and domineering since childhood, when Hutou is in a low mood, she always lets him go. Empathy.

After finally waiting for him to finish writing a piece of paper, he washed a cheap bamboo brush in a thick white porcelain water tank, shook it lightly, and hung it on the pen holder. Finally, Feng Jiu couldn't wait to speak: " What's going on? It's so sudden, why did my father suddenly think of this, but it's really great, Hutou, congratulations..."

Feng Jiu stopped talking embarrassingly, because the tiger's head had already raised his head, and the eyes that were as clear as Fengtian's autumn sky quietly looking at her had fogged up, and they were bright and sad.

Uncle Tang's words sounded in Hutou's ear again, over and over again, just like the only movie he watched with Feng Jiu that time, replaying in his mind non-stop: "Bong Jiu is engaged, Will get married soon... You are a good boy with a future, don't drag you down because of your family background..."

He whispered that Uncle Tang thought he could be made, so he wanted to send him to the United States, and after he finished his studies, he could work in the Tang family's construction company. He was very grateful and accepted it immediately.

really?Feng Jiu looked at the tiger head suspiciously.

Hutou recalled that he mustered up the courage to ask: "Uncle Tang, what about Feng Jiu? Feng Jiu has always wanted to go to Harvard."

Tang Du didn't speak, and suddenly stood up and walked to the window. Tiger's head looked at his middle-aged but still upright body from behind, and suddenly collapsed a little, showing a little hunched, and said in a low voice: "Everyone Everyone has their own fate...this is her fate."

What is inside and outside the words... karma... Hutou was startled, he had a vague feeling that studying in the United States was a good thing he had never dared to hope for, but at the same time, he also felt that there was an invisible... A strong hand wants to grab him away from Fengjiu and send him away...

Hutou didn't answer Feng Jiu's question anymore, but just clenched his teeth, the cheeks swollen due to exertion made Feng Jiu feel pain for him when he saw it.

"A major in architecture? This is what I wished for. Tiger head, I am so happy that I don't know what to say. I will accompany you to the street now, buy some of our useful bruise medicine, Yes, at least make three suits, buy a few pairs of leather shoes, a few ties, a belt, and a few top hats, or stay on a long-distance transoceanic cruise for more than a month, those Cantonese waiters and foreign devils look down on you , may not be willing to serve you."

"You don't need to buy leather shoes..." Hutou said in a low voice.

Feng Jiu, who was on his head, didn't hear clearly, "What?"

"I heard that you don't need to buy leather shoes."

"Why?" Feng Jiu was puzzled.

"I heard from my classmates at school that the leather shoes here, without exception, will make a 'creaking' sound when you step on the floor of the library of European and American universities, which is very annoying, so you have to buy them locally."

"Okay Hutou, have you noticed such a small thing? Then I'm relieved." Feng Jiu patted his chest - although Hutou has never traveled far, but in a foreign country, he is careful and calm, and he will definitely be able to take care of it. Own.

"Don't worry, my uncle sent me someone to go there with me."

When Feng Jiu heard this, his mind turned, "Is it Tang Desheng, the nephew of Steward Tang? A few days ago, I heard from my elder brother that I want to increase the manpower for the management industry in the United States. This is not right, how good..." Feng Jiu The voice lowered, yes, how nice.

Feng Jiu still accompanied Hutou, and took his own car to Siping Street to buy clothes.They first went to a shop that specializes in luggage. During the Republic of China, because more and more railways were repaired, Chinese people moved more and more frequently, and everyone also developed the habit of carrying suitcases by train.

At Feng Jiu's insistence, they still bought two sturdy dark brown leather boxes with brass corners. Feng Jiu said that Hutou had a long way to go, and the much cheaper wooden and rattan boxes I'm afraid they will fall apart if they don't wait until Cambridge Town, Boston.

Then the two went to Fengjiu's acquainted clothing store, which is the most famous clothing store in Fengtian, and it is also the property of Melanie's family. The store is huge, and there are many fashionable full-length mirrors inside. Even in broad daylight, the store is brightly lit. , the windows are bright and clean, the furnishings are elegant, and the clothing style is the most fashionable in the Northeast.

The busy tailor saw that Miss Tang Jialiu, a close friend of his eldest lady, had arrived, and hurriedly put down the work in hand, and diligently measured the tiger's head, while Feng Jiu took the trouble to choose various fabrics, and finally I made four sets of three-piece suits, including single-breasted and double-buttoned, double-breasted safari, and plaid, which are suitable for various occasions. I also made a lot of matching vests and shirts. Added a large fur lapel tweed coat, and promised to complete the work within five days.

Boston is located in the eastern part of the United States. The weather is similar to that of the Northeast. The temperature is very low, the temperature difference between day and night is large, and it is windy and snowy all year round. It is always better to dress warmly. Fengjiu now has the feeling of an old mother who wants to send her son on a long trip.

Feng Jiu told the tailor that American trouser legs are rolled up and the middle seam of the trousers needs to be pleated, which is the opposite of the British one. From reading English newspapers and miscellaneous papers.

Hutou obeyed Feng Jiu's advice in this regard, which made Feng Jiu very proud. Of course, except for the fact that Hutou insisted on paying the bill at the end - Tang Du did not forget to give a considerable amount of installation fee.

Feng Jiu clapped her hands suddenly. It was the first time that she arranged a full set of clothes for other people all year round. She couldn't help forgetting. She chose four more ties - twill, dark pattern and plain color. I didn't forget the bow tie, one red, one black, one white, one each. As for accessories such as belts, cuff buttons and top hats, Feng Jiu was extremely busy and found it very enjoyable. It was strange that he was happier than choosing clothes for himself.

Hutou is tall, so the tailor put the sample clothes that didn't fit well on Hutou's body, and asked Feng Jiu to see the effect. Looking at Hutou's embarrassing appearance in a short jacket and trousers, Feng Jiu couldn't help laughing.

A week passed quickly, and Feng Jiu and Hu Tou were driven to the station by Wei Lan early.

Fengtian is the center of Northeast China and the source of many important train lines. Around this area, the Chinese, Japanese, and Russians constantly competed for ownership, and the vicissitudes of China's modern history of suffering have been written.

The third aunt didn't come to see him off, so she said that she had shallow eye sockets so she shouldn't go there to embarrass herself; the third uncle was still running around in the south because his shop bought a batch of goods; Hutou didn't tell his middle school friends the news of going abroad to study, after all, In the current situation where the vast majority of people can't even afford college, telling others that they have such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is more like showing off...

Feng Jiu stared blankly at the roll of colored ribbon that Hutou took out from his pocket, and couldn't help laughing, "You really are, isn't this what people on the boat use when they say goodbye?"

"What's the matter? I'll use it today."

Feng Jiu smiled again when he saw the unscrupulous look he occasionally showed since he was a child.

The words of mutual respect have already been said, and there was a rare moment of silence between the two of them. A pair of young men and women just looked at each other in silence, and the feeling in their hearts was indescribable: they were separated soon, but they still couldn't believe it.

Fengjiu handed him the hot fried chestnuts in sugar, "There's a copper scribe in it, your fingernails are short, use this, lest you hurt your thumb again after eating the chestnuts." He took out another piece Two-and-a-half-pin men's Swiss Binger watch, with a plain off-white round dial, generous Arabic numerals, and a dark brown leather strap, fits Hutou's student status very well.

Feng Jiu bought this secretly on a special trip yesterday.

"This is too expensive, I don't want it." Hutou directly refused.

Feng Jiu looked like "I knew you would be like this", without saying a word, he turned the watch neatly, and saw a majestic Siberian tiger head engraved on the bottom cover, and the following two lines of this grass, Yunxiu is agile, with eight points of brushwork, Hutou naturally recognizes it, it is exactly Fengjiu's cursive style: this should be cherished, and work hard to add food.

Without any explanation, Feng Jiu opened the watch strap and tied it on his wrist, and fastened the pin, "You are a student, you can't be late for class, what can you do if you don't know the time?"

Shame suddenly appeared in the eyes of the tiger head, eating and holding the Tang family's food, although he has always had a vague dream in his heart, but the dream will eventually wake up.

Hutou hugged the kraft paper bag containing chestnuts into his arms, and he didn't speak for a long time. When he raised his head again, his usually clear eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist: "Jiu'er, from now on...", from now on... From now on, will I still meet someone who treats me as well as you?Can I still meet someone I want to treat her well?
He stopped talking and hugged Feng Jiu with one hand.

Feng Jiu was startled, but still obediently nestled in his arms.They have embraced countless times since they were young, but never once did they have other meanings like now.

Feng Jiu raised his hand and hesitated for a moment, but still fell on his back and patted him lightly, once and again.

Nobody on the platform cared about that.

There are many people seeing off and many people hugging, and the Chinese people can no longer be surprised.

It is now the 14th year of the Republic of China, an era where the old and the new coexist, and the conservative and the radical go hand in hand.

The conductor is already urging the passengers to get on the train.

Hutou forced himself to let go of Fengjiu, turned around and picked up a cowhide suitcase and got on the train. The heavy suitcase seemed to have no weight in his young hands, and Tang Desheng, who had been carrying them as an invisible man just now, was on his back. With eyes growing on his back, he turned around without delay and bowed to Feng Jiu, and followed him with another suitcase.

Trains in this era don’t take seats on the same number, and the tickets are sold on the spot. I just bought a ticket for the second-class carriage, which is between the first-class carriage and the third-class carriage. The desktop is decorated with gray marble, and there are all kinds of drinks, meals and pastries; the third-class carriages are standing tickets, usually for farmers and small businessmen, carrying large bags on poles, and the conditions are extremely bad; Later, Hutou and Desheng settled down quickly, and it was a hard seat for two people facing the window: in the past, everyone traveled in the first-class car, but Fengjiu felt sad. Give him more treats.

The handsome and straight tiger head sits on a varnished log-colored train seat and wears the black tunic-style school uniform of Peide Boys Middle School, which makes people feel as if they are in a certain class.

Once he was settled, he stood up and opened the window, beckoning to Feng Jiu.

Feng Jiu walked over, he opened Feng Jiu's left hand, found the end of the ribbon, held it in his hand, and held Feng Jiu's hand again, "Take it, don't let me lose it!" gone."

Only then did Fengjiu come to his senses and let out a "cut".

The pedals of the train carriages had been retracted, the dispatcher took a step back, and blew a sharp whistle to signal the train driver of this train to drive.

Feng Jiu stared blankly at the red-skinned train starting slowly, gasping for breath, breathing in and out, and ran with great effort.

Slowly, the locomotive dragged the long body of more than a dozen carriages out of the platform, blowing the continuous and piercing siren all the way.

At first, she could still see Hutou stretching half of his body out of the window, waving goodbye to her, with a smile on his face, looking happy.

The ribbon wrapped in Fengjiu's hand was taken out in an instant, and it was tenaciously maintained in the rapidly lengthening distance between him and her. As the train accelerated, the ribbon left in his hand became less and less, until at a certain point suddenly Stretched into a straight line, unable to resist the tight force any longer, the fluffy confetti broke suddenly, floated helplessly in the cold autumn wind for a while, and then fell lightly, half on the railway track and half on the platform.

One window after another, the faces of sad, excited or indifferent passengers were crowded behind each train window, gradually getting faster and faster, and they became a blur, and after a while, even the rear of the train disappeared.

Feng Jiu didn't move, still holding the broken piece of ribbon in his hand.

Suddenly, a reality magnifies and unfolds in front of her: the tiger head she has been close to since she was a child, the tiger head who can always cleverly cover up when she does bad things, she feels that although marriage is not good, but who is she really going to marry? In a lifetime, if it was this person, the tiger head, who would be pretty good, just like this train resolutely heading south, left her life without looking back.

He will go to Shanghai first, then take a boat from Shanghai to San Francisco, then from the west of the United States to New York in the east, and then go to Boston, to study his ideal university and ideal architecture major. In four years, he may Returning to China, probably not, after all, his mother died long ago, his father also passed away not long ago, and his grandparents were long gone. On Fengtian's side, there is only one aunt left, and there are no other blood relatives.

The Tang family's construction companies are all located in the south, will I still see him again?

Wei Lan had been looking at his nose, nose, and heart just now, as if he didn't see everything in front of him, but now he came up: "Miss Six, come back?"

Feng Jiu is like waking up from a dream.She looked down at the remaining ribbons in her hand, and politely took back the ribbons that had just been picked up by the attendant, and slowly coiled them into a loose ball, then shook her head, "Go to Zhaoling. "

"...Okay." Before leaving this morning, the master has already ordered that Miss Six can do whatever she wants today without being hindered.

Autumn in Fengtian is the most beautiful season.

The wind is not strong, but it is also clean. The tall trees used to be blindly listed with various levels of green, aerolidine, turquoise, pine, green, pine and cypress green, but now they are starting to change color. It seems that all the yellow and red color cards of the fashion designer are spread on the ground, you can choose whatever you want, and it is matched with the ultramarine blue sky only available in autumn, the shadows of the trees are whirling, the pines are bursting, The fallen leaves are rustling down, and the distant four-mile river is full of clear waves, and the autumn scenery is pleasant.

The founding emperor of the Qing Dynasty, Huang Taiji, his queen Borjigit and other concubines are buried in the Zhaoling Mausoleum.

Emperor Kangxi, Qianlong, Daoguang and Xianfeng once went north to worship their ancestors here.

Once the Qing Dynasty fell, the beautiful Beiling became the favorite place for powerful people to build villas.

It is also open to other rich and powerful families on normal days. Although they cannot build villas, they can have picnics, enjoy the scenery, and row boats.

Entering Zhaoling, Wei Lan immediately slowed down, landed about twenty meters behind Feng Jiu, and patiently followed slowly.

Suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder, and he was startled, only to realize that it was actually the third young master of the Ning family who hadn't appeared in the Tang residence for a while.

The footsteps of Mr. Ning's family are really light.

Under Ning Zheng's eyes, he retreated knowingly.

Instead, Ning Zheng followed Feng Jiu silently.

Fengjiu walked north along the straight north-south Shinto path, and after a while, she stopped under a pair of towering white pillars of Wanyun. Pomegranate and Sky-Watching Man are just looking at the sky.

After looking at it for a while, he continued walking, passing a pair of stone statues like lions, xiezhi, and unicorns. Fengjiu stopped at the stele of divine power and virtue in the middle of the Shinto, and read the inscription softly for a while—the inscription is based on Manchu and Chinese characters. Written in words, the content is nothing more than singing praises to Huang Taiji.

Ning Zheng put his hands in his breeches pockets, stepped lightly, and his heavy and shiny cowhide military boots moved forward alternately, hardly making any sound.

This walk, unexpectedly walked from the Zhengnan Gate to the outside of the Fangcheng of the Imperial Mausoleum without knowing it.

The only way to Fangcheng is the five-story white marble steps of [-] steps. Feng Jiu didn't stop, he lifted one side of the skirt with his left and right hands, and walked up slowly.

He watched Feng Jiu's black hair braided into a big braid of oily pine hanging behind her back. It seemed that there was a skillful person beside her who braided a red rope as a strand. Entering, there are thumb-sized pearls strung on the red rope, just in the center of each hair knot, twinkling and twinkling as she walks upright and gracefully, all of them fascinated the eyes of the people behind. .

There are one hundred and eight steps on the fifth level, which is 540 steps. After climbing up, Feng Jiu also held on to the doorpost and gasped for a while.

The main entrance of Fangcheng is called Long'en Gate, and on the left is a glazed sleeve wall. Nine majestic grape-purple dragons bared their teeth, with deep scales, hovering above the auspicious clouds, steaming, showing the majesty of the royal family.

Feng Jiu raised her head and looked at Long Enmen blankly: in the past, in Zhaoling, the only one who could accompany her to climb up without hesitation was Hutou.

Feng Jiu walked over and traced the pattern on the sleeve wall on the right with his hands. The pattern was unremarkable, one meter square, just a few yellow flowers in a white porcelain flowerpot.

But one thing is very strange-the total number of flowers is not twelve or ten, but eleven.

Every time Hutou and her came, they would take the trouble to count several times, even though they knew they were right, they still felt puzzled.

It is strange because the Manchus have been deeply influenced by Han culture since ancient times, so they also like the even numbers that represent auspiciousness, but to a large extent, it shows that the imperial mausoleum of Fengshui for future generations carelessly left eleven flowers ?And these flowers have different shapes: some are fully bloomed, some are half-opened, and some are just buds.

When the Qing Dynasty collapsed, someone once said that there were eleven emperors in the Manchu Dynasty since the founding of the Qing Dynasty, and seven flowers were fully bloomed, representing the seven emperors who had enjoyed their lives; two half-opened half-opened, representing Guangxu and Xianfeng; Just flower buds, representing Tongzhi and Shunzhi.

This is what Mr. Wei Da, the teacher of the family, followed them here to play, and told the two of them mysteriously.

Feng Jiu sighed softly, went straight to the sixth pine tree from the left, carefully confirmed the location, looked around, picked up a thick branch, squatted on the ground and started digging.

After a while, a small oilcloth bag was dug out, which was tightly wrapped. After opening layer by layer, a small copper box was revealed, which seemed to be used for candy shop.

She pulled out a taupe-gray Songjiang muslin handkerchief from the jade buckle under her arm, brushed the soil on the top of the copper box, and then took out a small butterfly-shaped key, inserted it into the keyhole of the copper box, and then stood up. .

From behind, she can only see her hanging her head, flipping through the contents with her right hand, and after a while, she takes out something from the small bag that has been hanging on her arm, puts it in, closes the lid, and locks it; a muffled sound Silently, he wrapped the box in an oilcloth and buried it back.

After Feng Jiu finished these, he clapped his hands, only then did he feel tired all over his body.

She turned around, and was about to tell Wei Lan that she should go back, but she suddenly froze, only to realize that Wei Lan had long since disappeared, and it was Ning Zheng who had been following behind.

"Why are you?" Feng Jiu's face turned red.

She hurriedly looked behind him again to see if anyone was still there but she didn't notice it.

Ning Zheng didn't say a word, even though he was dressed in a military uniform, and he had just climbed such a long step, he didn't have any panting, his complexion was as usual, as beautiful as gentle jade, and his tall and straight figure was no less than that of green pines, green cypresses and arrow poplars all over the mausoleum. Make more concessions, put your hands in your pockets, and look leisurely.

"Why don't you talk?" It's really cunning, I don't know how long I followed and how much I watched.

Thinking of the state of mind just now being watched by Ning Zheng, Feng Jiu also lost his upbringing for a while, so he was not so polite when speaking.

Listening to her saying "you" and "you", Ning Zheng thought, it is impossible to expect to marry a wife who worships him like a god.

"You don't want to listen to people talking."

Feng Jiugang somewhat regretted his tough tone, but seeing that Ning Zheng didn't seem to care, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"How did you come?"

"I want to see you."

Feng Jiu frowned, she couldn't continue to ask me what I was doing, because Ning Zheng's thick skin would probably say, I miss you.

"Are you still going?"

"...I'm not leaving." Just now, I walked almost [-] steps without saying anything, and I climbed such a high step. In addition, I have been depressed for the past few days. I haven't eaten or slept well, Feng Jiu A little exhausted. "Where's Wei Lan?"

"I didn't let him follow."

"Hey, you..." Feng Jiu thought why this person was always making decisions for others.

"I'm your fiance, don't you trust me?"

It is because of you that people are worried, Feng Jiu pouted unknowingly.

Ning Zheng looked at her amusedly, as if he was not at all curious about what she did.

"Are you hungry? Go to 'Baofa Garden' to eat four delicious dishes?"

Feng Jiu had just been away for so long, and felt that his gloomy mood had almost been dispelled.Even though he is young and hungry, he can still cheer up when he mentions food. "At this time, is there still a seat?"

Baofayuan is the business of Laowu, the chief chef of the former imperial dining room of the Qing Palace. Because of his old age, he returned to his hometown and settled in Fengtian, not far from his hometown. He has opened this Baofayuan for ten years, and he has done a good job in renovating it. As long as the famous families in Fengtian City need to cook noodles for weddings, birthdays, etc., they will be very proud of being able to invite the masters of Baofayuan to cook.

Among them, Fu Laowuqiong's lifelong unique knowledge, based on Shandong cuisine and adding Liao cuisine's own "four unique dishes", is famous all over the country.

"I just want to eat today, and I made an order early in the morning." I didn't know until I called your home that you were going to give it away.

Fengjiu is not a pushy person, since he feels hungry, he can't make trouble with his own five internal organs temple.

She obediently obeyed, and Ning Zheng felt inexplicably relieved when he looked at her clear water lotus noodles that had finally brightened.

Ning Zheng said "Let's go" and started to descend the steps first.

After a dozen or so levels, he realized that Feng Jiu hadn't kept up.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Fengjiu sitting on the top of the steps in a daze, his face was flushed after exercising, his big eyes shone brighter than the Sili River full of autumn water in Zhaoling, and his cheekbones seemed to be smeared. She wore a peach-pink rouge that best matched her skin tone, and her round mouth was also bright red, and she really looked good after exercising.She stared at Ning Zheng, who was a few meters away, without speaking.

Ning Zheng immediately turned back, sat down next to her, and looked at her carefully.

Feng Jiu bit her lip, her big eyes were full of embarrassment.

Ning Zheng's heart moved, "Are you, are you bored?"

Just now, Fengjiu managed to get up the steps in a rush of parting melancholy and resentment over not being able to study abroad as she wished, but now her legs are as soft as noodles—is there anything more embarrassing than this? ?
Ning Zheng pondered for a while, stood up, and turned his back to Feng Jiu: "Come up, I'll carry you down."

"I don't." Feng Jiu immediately refused, "Can you go down and call Wei Lan up for me?"

Ning Zheng frowned almost immediately, "...do you think I can agree?" After speaking, her perfectly curved lips were also tightened, almost forming a straight line.

There are only the two of them here at this moment, Fengjiu is inexplicably afraid of him, especially now.

Feng Jiu drew and drew on the steps with his fingers, "He is my bodyguard, isn't this..."

"The guards are also men, so men and women can't kiss each other." Ning Zheng said with a sullen face, "I'm different, I'm your husband, if you don't get close to me, why do you want to get close to someone who has nothing to do with you?"

Feng Jiu almost wanted to pull her hair, "Stop talking nonsense!" She said sternly, "Who married you?!"

Ning Zheng smiled, "Sooner or later. Besides, do you have the nerve to hire another person to accompany you to climb so many steps? Are the guards not human anymore?"

"...", Feng Feng gave the next best thing: "Then I will take a rest, and I will recover some strength after a short rest."

"It's so windy up here, and you just broke out in a sweat, are you afraid you won't catch the cold?" Ning Zheng said leisurely.

…Fearful of getting sick the most, Feng Jiu, who made a wrong step, wanted to cry without tears, but was left speechless by Ning Zheng's big principles.

Ning Zheng took off the black "one bell" he was wearing and put it on her body, then fastened the belt tightly.

He stood at the first step under the steps, Feng Jiu stood at the top, and the eyes of the two were exactly the same.

Ning Zheng looked at her, said "tsk", and directly turned his back and squatted down, "Come up soon?"

Feng Jiu had no choice but to climb onto Ning Zheng's back reluctantly.

If you don’t have that relationship with someone on your back, it’s actually more embarrassing than hugging someone from the front: the chest and the back are touching, which feels a bit too close; not to mention that ladies have always been taught that even if they sit in front of people, they need to be tight. And legs up.

Feng Jiu's hands lightly covered Ning Zheng's shoulders, keeping his upper body away from Ning Zheng's back as far as possible, and separated his legs.

On the other hand, Ning Zheng stretched his hands back and put his two arms through the hollows of her legs, holding hands very gentlemanly, the area in contact with Feng Jiu was really small...then immediately stopped.

Feng Jiu let out a low cry, and quickly put his arms together to strangle Ning Zheng's neck—this force was so strong that she almost fell backwards.

... a gentleman?She immediately decided to take back her previous comment—now her whole body was stuck on his back.

When she realized that she was strangling someone's neck, she quickly said "I'm sorry" and relaxed her arms that were together.

Ning Zheng gave a low laugh, Feng Jiu felt the vibration of chest resonance from the front to the back.

He lifted Feng Jiu up again like a child, and Feng Jiu leaned his upper body towards him knowingly.

Really, the tiger is in peace, a miscalculation.

Ning Zheng originally descended very quickly, but after descending more than a dozen steps, he became slower and slower.

With Fengjiu's upbringing, no matter how embarrassed she was to urge her, she could only spend days and years on Ning Zheng's broad back. Fortunately, Ning Zheng didn't smell much: no French men's perfume, no incense in the military uniform, only slight sweat and The familiar smell of Shanghai sandalwood soap is not unpleasant.

Gradually, Feng Jiu noticed that Ning Zheng's fair ears were getting redder and redder, until it was like dripping blood.

...It turns out that he would be embarrassed if he was so thick-skinned.

After walking for a while, Fengjiu felt that his legs seemed to have gained some strength, so he struggled to get down.

Ning Zheng would be damned if he could listen to her.

He just turned Fengjiu's light body upside down, and tightened his arms from back to back, "Be honest, falling down is not a joke."

Feng Jiu: "...", is this on a pirate ship?

Just walking slowly like this, the bursts of pines are like a lullaby, full of the power of tolerance and comfort... Feng Jiu drooped his head and fell asleep.

Zhi Changsheng had already driven the car to the bottom of the steps, he looked up, and slowly, a figure appeared, no, it was two, just stacked into one.

On the long steps that seem to never end, there is a man in a stone-blue military uniform, tall and slender, like a pine like a bamboo, with a handsome face under the brim of his hat, and a delicate face hanging on his left shoulder. The eyes can also be seen to be picturesque, not inferior.

The heroic young officer and the childish girl are walking on the steps as white as jade, with the blue sky and the bright yellow woods, this scene is really beautiful.

Zhi Changsheng just got bored of waiting, and took a Leica camera in his hand to casually take some autumn scenery.

He suddenly saw Ning Zheng turning his head slightly, looking tenderly at Feng Jiu's sleeping face... With a "click", Zhi Changsheng had already captured this beautiful picture.

(End of this chapter)