Rebirth of the Rising Sun

Throughout the class, Feng Sizhe basically didn't listen to what the teacher said. He just kept his head down and wrote something on his notebook.

Don't underestimate these things, they are definitely the world's top secrets, because they record some major things that will happen in the future. Before his rebirth, Feng Sizhe worked as a social current affairs commentator for the National News Station. In the world full of Internet at that time, Feng Sizhe had studied many things, which gave him a deeper understanding of the future situation and direction of the world. This is definitely a super wealth that cannot be replaced by anything.

The middle-aged and young class only teaches some theories or some great principles, and then more about the political situation, and even about hard work and plain living. Of course, the classroom sometimes touches on some words such as party spirit cultivation, but these seem a bit far-fetched for young men and women who are just in their early twenties. Some of them have only joined the party for a few months. Feng Sizhe is a typical example of sharpening the knife before the battle. He joined the party after returning to his motherland from the UK. These people do not have a deeper understanding of party spirit cultivation.

Of course, this is completely different for Feng Sizhe. As a party member for decades, he knows how important it is to have a good party spirit.

After three classes in the morning, the school bell rang, and the students stood up and sent the teacher out of the classroom, and then walked out of the class in twos and threes. Feng Zhe only said hello to Xie Zhiyuan and Xu Yuanyuan, and then left the middle-aged and young class and walked towards his own courtyard.

The study time of the Youth Class was quite relaxed, with classes usually held in the morning and a day off on Sunday. In 1990, the country still did not have a two-day weekend.

Walking on the street, feeling the simple folk customs of Kyoto in the 90s, and looking at the bicycles running everywhere on the street, Feng Sizhe finally realized what the bicycle kingdom meant. Speaking of which, he still liked this feeling very much, at least the sky was blue, the trees were green, and there was not much environmental pollution.

Feng Zhe, who was extremely familiar with the streets of Kyoto, did not call his aunt to pick him up as usual. Now that he could tell the direction and find the Central Propaganda Department, he planned to walk back. In fact, the distance was not too far. It was only a few kilometers if he walked through the streets and alleys. This was not a big deal for the young Feng Sizhe.

Walking on the streets of Kyoto, breathing the fresh air of the capital, and watching people running around in the streets wearing clothes from the 1980s and 1990s, it is a very novel thing, and Feng Sizhe quite likes it.

Everything looked so fresh, and the scenes from many years ago reappeared before him. It all seemed like a dream, making Feng Sizhe feel unreal. But it all happened to be so real that Feng Sizhe couldn't help feeling very happy. People often feel this way when they walk through memories.

It was only a few kilometers away. Feng Sizhe looked left and right and soon arrived in front of the building of the Central Propaganda Department.

As I recall, the new Central Propaganda Department had been established a long time ago and its address is still here, but it is obviously much taller, more majestic, and more modernized. For example, the two stone lions that were more than two meters tall have long disappeared, but now they still stand here. All of these are telling Feng Sizhe that it is 1990, not 2012.

There were armed police standing majestically at the entrance of the Central Propaganda Department. Feng Sizhe walked up to them, showed them his work permit in the Youth Class, and explained who he was looking for. The armed police soldier was very responsible. He ran to the duty room, took out his phone, called the Personnel Department’s Cadre Division 2, and found my aunt Feng Lizhu.

As soon as the phone was connected, Feng Sizhe heard his aunt's voice, "Hey, you're so good, how did you find my unit?" In the past, she would go to pick people up after Feng Sizhe called her at the Youth Class. This time, Feng Sizhe came to her house, so it's no wonder that Feng Lizhu felt a little confused.

"Oh, I went with my classmates, they sent me here." I just made up a reason.

This reason was acceptable, Zhao Lizhu didn't think much about it, "Okay, wait for me, I'll pack up and come down, it's time to get off work."

"Okay." Feng Sizhe agreed, and then left the duty booth, waiting for his aunt to come out of the Zhongxuan Building.

It didn't take too long for Zhao Lizhu to trot out and hit Feng Sizhe with her hand. "You've grown up and found my job. That's good."

Feng Sizhe smiled. It was just that she walked to the Central Propaganda Department, but her aunt thought it was a big deal. Was she really so incompetent when she was young? Feng Sizhe smiled.

"Lizhu, who is this? He's so handsome." Just as Feng Lizhu and Feng Sizhe were talking, a man and a woman walked up behind them. The man was not short, about the same height as Feng Zhe, and looked quite handsome with a gentle manner. The woman was wearing a well-fitting black suit, and one could tell at a glance that she was a government worker.

Speaking of which, Feng Sizhe does meet the standard of being very handsome. He inherited the best bloodlines from his parents, with a square face, big eyes with double eyelids, a broad forehead, a medium-sized mouth and nose, and especially his head that is 1.82 meters tall. Coupled with his gentlemanly demeanor that was greatly influenced by his years in the UK, he is definitely a first-class handsome guy at first glance.

Hearing someone asking him, he also looked up. Feng Sizhe didn't feel anything when he saw the woman, but he was stunned when he saw the man. He had a deep impression of this man. He was the liar Huang Dongren who later cheated his aunt of money and sex.

"Hi, this is my nephew Feng Sizhe, who is studying in the Youth Class of the Party School. Come, Feng Sizhe, these are my colleagues Zhang Na and Huang Dongren from the Personnel Department." At this time, Zhao Lizhu had no idea what would happen in her life trajectory and between her and Huang Dongren.

"Oh, hello, Aunt Zhang." After spending so many years in the UK and receiving higher education, Feng Sizhe was still very polite. He lowered his head and called out to Zhang Na.

Although Feng Zhe looked not much younger than Zhang Na, she didn't feel anything when Feng Zhe called her that. Maybe it was because the age gap between the eldest daughter and the second daughter was very large in that era. Sometimes even the children of the older family were almost the same age as their younger aunts, younger sisters-in-law, and younger uncles. In that kind of environment, people didn't feel anything.

"Oh, this is your nephew who returned from studying abroad with a master's degree. Haha, so handsome. But don't call me Aunt Zhang in the future. Just call me Sister Zhang. We should talk about our own things and not follow your aunt." After listening to Zhao Lizhu's introduction, Zhang Na greeted Feng Sizhe enthusiastically. However, when she heard people calling her Aunt Zhang, she felt a little old.

"Haha." He smiled foolishly at Zhang Na. "Aunt, I'm hungry, let's go back." Feng Zhe didn't want to see Huang Dongren again, so he just found an excuse.

"Oh, OK, Zhang Na, Huang Dongren, we'll go first." Zhao Lizhu was a little anxious when she heard Feng Sizhe said he was hungry. She thought that Feng Sizhe had walked from the Party School to the Central Propaganda Department today, so it was normal for him to be hungry because he had consumed too much energy. At this moment, she didn't consider that Feng Sizhe had never greeted Huang Dongren from beginning to end.

Many people in the Central Propaganda Department had heard about Feng Sizhe's affairs. Because he was a double master's degree holder who had returned from abroad, he naturally attracted people's attention in that era. Such a good seedling would definitely go into politics in the future. For this reason, Huang Dongren originally planned to talk to Feng Sizhe to make him familiar with him, but he didn't expect Feng Sizhe to ignore him at all.

The Zhao family's jeep had been waiting outside the main gate of the Central Propaganda Department. Feng Lizhu and Feng Zhe got into the car. Without the two saying anything, the driver started the engine and drove towards Lieutenant General Zhao's courtyard.

In the car, Zhao Lizhu seemed to be afraid that Feng Sizhe was starving, so she hurriedly urged the driver to speed up. Feng Sizhe was naturally warm in his heart for his aunt's concern, "Aunt, I don't like Huang Dongren, can you please not associate with him in the future?" After thinking about it, Feng Sizhe still said this. Although he didn't know whether the wheel of history would still follow a parallel world after his rebirth, Feng Sizhe did think it was necessary to remind him earlier. Feelings are very strange. Once you fall into them, even if you pull out early, you will feel a little sad. Feng Sizhe didn't want his aunt to go through the old road that made her sad, so he mentioned it.

"Ah? What did you say?" Zhao Lizhu was stunned at first, then seemed to wake up. "You, what are you thinking about? That Zhang Na is Huang Dongren's husband, and they have a good relationship. Humph, little brat, your head is full of capitalist world ideas." As she spoke, Zhao Lizhu tapped Feng Sizhe's forehead with her finger.

"Oh." Feng Ahzhe nodded. He had not thought that Zhang Na would be Huang Dongren's wife. Could it be that this world was really so different from the world he was familiar with? Feng Sizhe shook his head again.