Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Seeing that her little thoughts were exposed by Aunt Zhao, Jiang Xifeng did not feel angry. Instead, she rested her elbow on the car window, held her chin, and looked at the night scene flashing by outside the window with a pair of clear and transparent eyes like clear water.

Unconsciously, the image of Li Weijun gradually emerged in her mind. Although this enemy was sometimes cunning, he made a flower bloom in her long-dried and dead heart.

Whether he was driving Li Huaide's Beetle silently to the wilderness to watch the sunrise and sunset, or having a picnic in the suburbs with a gentle breeze, he would suddenly pull out some watermelons, fruits and the like as if by magic.

All of this actually made Jiang Xifeng feel aftertaste. In many inadvertent moments, Jiang Xifeng sincerely felt as if she was alive again, instead of being the superficial couple with Li Huaide who led a gloomy life of compromise all day long.

To be honest, Jiang Xifeng felt some resentment towards her father in her heart, even though her father had changed his mind and no longer insisted on her marriage to Li Huaide.

But in her opinion, in order to fulfill the illusory promise that her father made to Li Huaide's father on the battlefield, he actually made her marry Li Huaide, a man without any feelings or resonance. As a result, Jiang Xifeng never even smiled in all these years.

This is a bit unfair to her.

But thinking carefully, if her father hadn't been taking care of her all the time, how could Jiang Xifeng have the capital to be so willful and capricious? She could go to college normally, get a job, and even empty out the Friendship Store.

Maybe she was like many girls born in the countryside, living from day to day, hungry, and naked, fighting and even getting hurt for the qualification to work in the city.

Therefore, although Jiang Xifeng was still angry with her father, it was not much. Now she was more grateful that when she was thirty years old, her father with a weird temper agreed to let her get a divorce certificate with Li Huaide. At this prime age, she can pursue her inner love without restraint.

When this matter was mentioned, Jiang Xifeng couldn't help but think of Ji Xiaotao's rude remarks during the day, and her pretty face instantly frowned.

Perhaps it was a woman's sixth sense at work, Jiang Xifeng always felt that Ji Xiaotao had quietly run from Shanghai to the capital, and that she must have had some ulterior motive, and that she might have gone straight to Li Weijun.

As both of her parents were high-ranking officials in Shanghai, Jiang Xifeng knew Ji Xiaotao very well.

This top student from the National Academy of Fine Arts, whose major was oil painting, chose to pursue "success and get carried away", making his painting even more profound than the philosophy of classical landscape painting. Later, such a top student from the National Academy of Fine Arts actually drew comic strips and picture books, and drew some inferior things, which had long become a laughing stock among the children of the compound.

Despite this, Ji Xiaotao benefited from her cool and unworldly appearance, the charm she revealed inadvertently, and the blessing of Ji Guochun, Ji's chief of staff.

It is no exaggeration to say that the number of people pursuing Ji Xiaotao can be lined up from Pudong to Puxi, which is a typical portrayal of the reality of breaking down the door of opportunity.

But what puzzled everyone was that Ji Xiaotao had no interest in these so-called suitors, the children of wealthy families and the like. Not only did she disappoint those pretentious suitors, but at the age of 25 or 26, she still had a blank slate in her marriage and love life.

You have to know that these days, even in a relatively developed region like Shanghai, if you haven't been in a relationship by the age of 25 or 26, it is definitely considered weird.

Not to mention Ji Xiaotao's status and position. Jiang Xifeng knew very well that many daughters of famous families played in a very flashy way in private.

But Ji Xiaotao is simply an outlier among outliers. Every day, she doesn't think about going to the northern country of Luosha to study like her peers, nor does she think about getting married soon. Instead, she buries herself in studying picture books and comic strips.

In Jiang Xifeng's opinion, isn't this pure dereliction of duty? Instead of painting oil paintings, he made some third-rate comic books to make a living. If this got out, it would make people laugh.

But this female painter who was unpredictable to Jiang Xifeng, at this moment, seemed to have eaten the heart of a bear and a leopard, and rushed to the capital city with swift and decisive force.

The reason behind this is really intriguing.

"Woooo..."

The train roared. Because it was driven by steam, every time it traveled a certain distance, the boilerman would vigorously wave the spatula to add fuel to the furnace. When the steam reached a certain threshold, it would emit a series of humming sounds.

Aunt Zhao leaned out of the window to take a look at the land ahead, and handed the kettle she carried with her to Jiang Xifeng: "This is Nanzhili. We will probably reach the capital tomorrow afternoon. If you feel tired, Xifeng, take a rest for a while."

Because they were riding in a private compartment, the attendant specially brought two brand new blankets. Jiang Xifeng took the blankets with mixed feelings and spread them on the bed.

She bent down to take off her low-heeled shoes, took off the hairpin on her head, and just closed her eyes to rest for a while, then suddenly raised her head again, staring at Aunt Zhao with her dark eyes.

"What's wrong? You didn't eat dinner, so your stomach can't take it anymore. I told you before, people are made of iron and rice is made of steel. If you don't eat every meal, you will be hungry. If you don't eat dinner, how can you survive?"

Aunt Zhao just thought that this troublesome maid was hungry, and was just about to take out the canned food she carried with her from her bag, but was stopped by Jiang Xifeng.

As if remembering something, he asked Aunt Zhao, "Aunt Zhao, if we really have a fierce battle tomorrow, should we trim our nails in advance? Otherwise, what should we do if we get scratched? I always feel that this is not appropriate."

"what?"

Aunt Zhao froze in her motion of picking up the can when she heard Jiang Xifeng's unrealistic words. She said with a smile, "Silly girl, you really took the women's fight that I talked about during the day seriously. I just mentioned it casually. It's not easy to be a woman these days. If there is anything, talk it out. If there is a misunderstanding, solve it. If there is a problem, solve it. It's not worth it to fight."

"Ah? Aunt Zhao, you were so vivid in your descriptions during the day that I thought we were really going to have a real fight tomorrow. I never thought you were lying to me, Aunt Zhao."

Jiang Xifeng stuck out her tongue, feeling disappointed but also a little relieved. Even though she seemed to be so angry during the day that she wanted to fight back, deep down, Jiang Xifeng didn't want to make things so embarrassing.

"Silly girl, how could I not understand the situation? We are one old and one young, and we don't have any helpers. If we start fighting, what if you get hurt? I think that after we get to Beijing tomorrow, I will call your father to see if he has any old subordinates or students there. If there is a student or old friend, he can help a little. This will be a deterrent for you to get a divorce certificate with Li Huaide, and you won't be on the defensive."

Aunt Zhao considerately tucked in the blanket for Jiang Xifeng and patiently comforted this little girl who seemed like she would never grow up.

As Jiang Xifeng's wet nurse, although she played more of a nanny role in the Jiang family over the years, Jiang Xifeng grew up almost under her nose.

From a small, soft, innocent, adorable and good-tempered little girl to a sentimental comrade now, how could Aunt Zhao not feel distressed?

She was a lonely woman and had treated Jiang Xifeng as her own daughter for so many years. However, she didn't know when this little girl, whom she cared about, began to lose her smile.

After leaving Shanghai, I would only return to Shanghai to visit my relatives in a hurry for a few days at the beginning and end of the year. Even if I came back, I would usually look annoyed.

We were the same passer-by in Shanghai with Li Huaide, a man who only knew how to curry favor with the powerful.

Aunt Zhao saw it all and felt pain in her heart. Now Jiang Xifeng can finally escape from the sea of ​​suffering and get a divorce certificate from Li Huaide, and slowly start to pursue her own happy life.

Like a kite that seemed to have been broken and sunk in the sand, it was now soaring in the blue sky again. Looking at the kite flying higher and higher, how could Aunt Zhao not feel gratified?

"Aunt Zhao, can I call you mom?"

While Aunt Zhao was thinking about this, Jiang Xifeng lowered her voice and said slowly...