Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

"Song Laogou? Why did this guy come to Beijing to look for me when he was busy with purchasing in Canned Food Village?"

Although Li Weijun was confused, the situation was urgent at the moment and Jiang Xifeng was in a hurry, so he did not pay too much attention to it. After getting the answer he wanted, he guessed that Jiang Xifeng was going to the newspaper office to intercept Ji Xiaotao.

So he hurriedly got into the jeep, stepped on the gas, and rushed to the newspaper office.

Although Ji Xiaotao's father Ji Guochun holds a high position in Shanghai and has many students and old officials in the capital who can protect her, Jiang Xifeng's father is better than hers. One is the chief leader and the other is the chief of staff. It is obvious who is higher and who is lower.

If this happens in public, it will just be a joke for everyone's enjoyment.

At this time, at the door of the newspaper office, Jiang Xifeng and Aunt Zhao were sitting leisurely on the lounge chairs in the courtyard. This cold girl, who had just signed a divorce certificate with Li Huaide, leaned on the rattan chair with her slender white right leg slightly bent, flipping through a book with one hand and holding a popsicle in the other.

In the scorching hot summer, ice cream is a rare heat-relief artifact and is sold in almost every supply and marketing cooperative in the streets and alleys. The container is covered with thick blankets, and one must be quick and decisive when taking it out, for fear that the cold will not go away and the heat will come.

With her red little mouth chattering non-stop, Jiang Xifeng looked at the people chatting in groups of three or four in the newspaper office with a sense of satisfaction. While observing them carefully, she whispered something to Aunt Zhao, who was also resting on a recliner.

"Aunt Zhao, did you see that? That tall girl with narrow shoulders and waist and a smile sweeter than a flower is Ji Xiaotao. This girl hasn't grown in ability in the past few years. For a man, she transferred her job from Shanghai to Beijing overnight. She yelled at me, which made it difficult for my uncle Ji to have to deal with such a troublesome living devil."

Jiang Xifeng said this with contempt, but the jealousy on her face was very obvious.

Although she is not inferior to Ji Xiaotao in appearance, temperament and even figure, age is a butcher's knife. She is five or six years older than the young, lively and beautiful Ji Xiaotao.

Since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals, who are not allowed to grow old in the world. After weighing the two, it is still unknown who Li Weijun likes more.

Aunt Zhao seemed to see what Jiang Xifeng was worried about. She smiled kindly and said to her in a soothing tone, "Xifeng, you are too self-deprecating. Although many men are fickle and easily attracted to new things, I don't think Li Weijun is that kind of heartless and unfaithful man."

Jiang Xifeng's face looked much better after hearing this, but she was still worried and said, "People's hearts are hidden, who knows what Li Weijun is thinking? Everyone loves beauty. I am in my prime now, which is fine, but what if I grow old and lose my beauty, and Li Weijun is a Chen Shimei again, what will happen to Xue Pinggui? I don't want to be like Wang Baochuan, guarding the kiln and digging wild vegetables."

Aunt Zhao seemed to be nonchalant about Jiang Xifeng's complaints and worries. She was nearly sixty years old and had seen all kinds of things.

Money, status, emotions, power, these are all as unpredictable as the passing clouds and smoke. There is no such thing as eternal and unchanging.

We are like mayflies in the universe, so the right thing to do is to cherish everything we have now.

So she coughed a few times and advised with a loving face: "Xifeng, what you mean is that you feel that you are older than Ji Xiaotao, so you feel ashamed of yourself and are willing to give Li Weijun to others and live a lonely life?"

"That's definitely not the case. Otherwise, why would I be so anxious to divorce Li Huaide? Forget about me handing over Li Weijun to someone else! There's no one there!"

Jiang Xifeng shook her head like a rattle and quickly denied it.

"So you think Li Weijun doesn't love you, and is unwilling to be with you forever, accompany you for life, and have a deep love for you?"

Faced with this question, Jiang Xifeng was a little hesitant. To be fair, she really found it difficult to grasp Li Weijun's little thoughts, whether Li Weijun took her to a picnic, to the top of the mountain to watch the sunrise and sunset, or to rest together by the lake.

These seemed to be what Jiang Xifeng lacked in her heart, and they were forever engraved in her heart, making her feel happy and excited.

But whether Li Weijun regarded it as a treasure or an unforgettable memory was something Jiang Xifeng couldn't figure out.

Li Weijun is so mysterious. He never shows joy or anger on his face, and always looks calm and composed, without a ripple on his face.

As if she had noticed Jiang Xifeng's hesitation, Aunt Zhao tactfully skipped the topic: "Besides, being young has its advantages, and being older has its advantages. A woman who is three years older than a man is more likely to bring him wealth. Otherwise, why did Cao Cao only look for Zhang Xiu's aunt and not Zhang Xiu's sister or daughter in the storytelling? The more successful a man is, the more he prefers experienced and mature women. Otherwise, girls are so annoying. Just like when you were a child, you hid your father's pipe and shaved his father's beard. Didn't your father have a headache all day long? ... "

Thinking of the past, a smile appeared on Jiang Xifeng's lips, and she felt a little relieved for a rare time.

In the courtyard, Ji Xiaotao was discussing with a group of colleagues from the newspaper about how to write news. When she turned around inadvertently, she happened to catch a glimpse of Jiang Xifeng who was looking over here.

Although the sight quickly left after a brief moment, when Ji Xiaotao was young, he often fought guerrilla warfare all over the mountains with his father Ji Guochun, and he had already developed the ability to keep an eye on all directions and listen to all directions.

At the slightest sign of trouble, his whole body would be on alert.

Although I always feel that the short-haired heroic woman sitting on the rattan chair looks familiar, Jiang Xifeng has basically spent all these years in the capital, and only occasionally chooses time to visit her parents' home in Shanghai.

In addition, Jiang Xifeng was too lazy to deal with interpersonal relationships. When she arrived in Shanghai, apart from shopping, she mostly stayed indoors and lived in the attic.

So it was normal that Ji Xiaotao couldn't recognize them. She could only point to the female comrade she just met and say, "Bijun, are those two people sitting on the rattan chairs under the shade of the trees in the corridor our comrades in the newspaper office? Why didn't I see them during the introduction meeting this afternoon?"

"Are you talking about the two people sitting on the rattan chair? I'm not sure. They don't seem to be from our newspaper. Could they be new employees from next door?"

Zhang Bijun, who had a big braided hair, took a puzzled look and shook her head blankly.

In addition to being the newspaper's work location, this large house and courtyard is also surrounded by the Beijing office of the Propaganda Department, and everyone visits each other occasionally. Logically, they should have become familiar with each other by now.