Siheyuan: Breaking up with Shazhu at the beginning

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Yang Jun roared the car for ten minutes before stopping the engine and returning to the yard.

Traveling for women is always cumbersome and complicated, and it is impossible to hit the road without several hours of preparation.

Standing in the yard, seeing Yang Mei and Wang Yuying constantly taking care of themselves, Yang Jun urged:

"That's respectable enough. If we don't leave now, we'll be late!"

Wang Yuying rolled her eyes at him and replied, "We have to dress neatly so as not to embarrass you."

She changed into the navy blue cotton coat she bought during the New Year, and she looked much fresher.

I picked up a clean sleeve and prepared to put it on, but felt it seemed unnecessary, so I put it aside.

She pulled her cotton coat closer, stood in front of Yang Jun and asked:

"how?"

Yang Jun walked around her seriously and nodded, saying, "If someone asks you who you are, I will say she is my sister and no one will believe me."

"You just know how to talk nonsense." Wang Yuying said with a smile.

At this time, Yang Mei walked out of the room and walked to Yang Jun's side, asking him to express his opinion.

At this moment, she has a high ponytail, wears a floral cotton coat and navy blue jeans, exuding a gentle and elegant charm, as delicate and lovely as a valley orchid.

Today, Yang Mei showed him a whole new side of herself. In the past, she was always seen wearing work clothes, but in this outfit, she looked even more youthful and lively.

"Well, not bad. I'll see if there's anyone suitable and introduce them to you."

Yang Jun was secretly angry in his heart. They knew what was going on, and people who didn't know the truth might think it was a blind date.

"Brother, you are so annoying."

Yang Mei spat lightly, then turned around and refused to pay any attention to Yang Jun.

Before leaving, Wang Yuying told Yang Liu to take good care of his younger brothers and sisters, and the family of three left the yard.

When the car arrived at the military area, Jiang Haitao, a staff member of the leader, was already waiting at the door. After greeting the guard, he led Yang Jun in.

As soon as he got off the car, Yang Jun saw the leader and his wife and several other senior leaders coming out to greet him personally. He gave a standard military salute and then introduced Wang Yuying and Yang Mei to everyone.

"Sister-in-law, it's not easy for you to raise such a hero. You are a great mother."

When they met, the leader kept praising Yang Jun, and other leaders followed suit.

Wang Yuying was a little surprised that the leader was so approachable and easy-going, without any official airs at all. She hurriedly shook her head and said:

"I...I just did what a mother should do. This is all the result of my child's own efforts."

The leader laughed and said, "Don't be modest. Yang Jun is not only your pride, but also our pride." He also called on his colleagues to express his appreciation.

"Yeah, we're all proud of it."

Then, the group went into the living room to rest.

The fruit plate had already been placed there, and on the coffee table there was hot tea, as well as oranges and apples that were not common in winter.

Today, Li Zhong and Wang Xuemei also came. They were the matchmakers who facilitated the marriage between Yang Jun and Yi Qiu Shui.

Also coming to the engagement party were some old neighbors who grew up with Yi Qiu Shui, and the house was full of young figures.

Some of them discussed this:

"Yang Jun is just an official at a steel mill. How can he be worthy of Sister Qiu Shui?"

A young man in military uniform said disdainfully.

The young man next to him retorted: "Hey, don't be unconvinced. With your skills, even if ten of them beat you, it wouldn't be enough."

Hearing this, the young man in military uniform angrily retorted: "Him? One opponent can beat ten of me? You must be kidding me."

The man laughed and then asked Zhong Yuemin, who was smoking a cigarette, for his approval: "Yuemin, do you think he can do it? Yang Jun can easily beat him ten times."

Zhong Yuemin took a deep puff, threw the cigarette butt to the ground, stomped on it a few times, and said in a deep voice: "As for taking care of you, I can't promise; but if you say that Yang Jun will take care of ten of you, I'd be happy to believe it."

After saying this, Zhong Yuemin went straight back to the house.

The young man surnamed Li looked at Zhong Yuemin in astonishment, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Among these young men from the compound, Zhong Yuemin is considered to be relatively strong. Coupled with his training in the army, if he were to face ten opponents like Yang Jun, his situation would be unimaginable.

Usually these children from privileged backgrounds have a high opinion of themselves. Relying on their parents' glorious military achievements, they often stir up trouble everywhere. When trouble occurs, they bring out their parents to ward off disaster. The bullied people can only swallow their anger because they are afraid of their family's influence.

As a result, they became more and more arrogant, not only did they not know how to restrain themselves, but they also became a malignant tumor in the capital.

The bad guys in the alley and the street thugs would also give them a distance when they saw them.

Although in the eyes of ordinary people, they are not good people, but they still follow certain rules and know the limits of the rules.

On the other hand, these kids from the compound, relying on their family background, are arrogant and fearless. They often gather together to ride bicycles for fun, and even block girls and force them to do certain things. As a result, they have become frequent visitors to the police station.

However, no matter how indulgent they are, a phone call can easily allow them to escape punishment, and the police can only pretend to turn a blind eye to them.

As time went by, they became a tumor in the entire capital city.

Yi Qiu Shui is the dream goddess of the young men in the compound, and many of them hope to marry her.

If the choice is between them, I believe no one will have any objection.

But what was shocking was that she chose to leave that circle and find an ordinary home, which made these young men unable to accept it in any way.

Most of the people gathered today looked at Yang Jun with curiosity, and some of them secretly plotted to sabotage the engagement.

In the living room of the villa, an important leader publicly announced the engagement of Wang Yuying and Yi Qiu Shui on behalf of the parents, and then asked his wife to discuss the details of the wedding with Ms. Wang.

The leader's surname is Guo, and his name is Guo Caodi. After joining the army, he changed his name to commemorate his experience of marching across the grassland (his actual identity is not revealed here, and no results were found when searching on the Internet, so he created it himself).

Jiang Haitao hurried over and whispered in his ear, and the leader then walked to the study on the second floor, leaving behind a group of senior old partners.

Judging from the situation, they seemed to be discussing an important matter, which might be related to the food supply in the north of the city.

Yang Jun was well aware of the sensitivity of the matter, so he was not in a hurry to inquire.

After the older generation left, Yang Jun was the only one left. Not wanting to stay in a place where women gathered for long, he stood up and planned to go out for a cigarette.

The leader's residence covers a large area, with a garden in front and back.

The green plants in the garden have long lost their spring colors, and the quiet corners are filled with thick snow.

Yang Jun walked through the garden and went to the pavilion opposite.

Just as he lit a cigarette, he heard a voice calling him.

He turned around and saw a pretty girl in her early twenties approaching.

The girl was wrapped in a green military uniform, even her shoes were rubber-soled. Although he couldn't determine her identity, Yang Jun still stood up and showed appropriate etiquette.

"Hello, comrade, have we met before?" The girl stood a little further away with a smile.

Yang Jun instinctively stepped back, keeping a distance, and replied: "Hello, my name is Yang Jun, and I often hear Yi Qiushui mention your deeds."

The girl introduced herself generously and extended her hand. Yang Jun shook hands briefly out of courtesy and then let go.

"I've heard of your name for a long time, Qian Jiajia." There was light in the woman's eyes, and she obviously had some impression of the name.

——Imitation completed

Yang Jun held his forehead with his hand and smiled bitterly. It was just a polite remark, why should he be so serious about it?

Qian Jiajia did not seem to misunderstand their way of communication. She was not embarrassed by these words. She just laughed twice and sat on the stool in the pavilion and talked to herself: "I heard from Sister Qiushui that you have the same interests and hobbies. I think you should have in-depth research in classical literature. I wonder..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Yang Jun.

"Qiu Shui and I share a passion for food, not classical literature... Oh, I know nothing about that."

Hearing the word "classical literature", Yang Jun couldn't help but shudder. No way, could it be that Qian Jiajia was as fascinated by classical literature as Yi Qiushui? This was already a headache, and if Qian Jiajia came along, he would probably collapse.

Qian Jiajia's eyes widened and she looked at him with suspicion, obviously not convinced by what Yang Jun said.

After a while, she suddenly giggled and swayed her body. After a long while, she pointed at Yang Jun and said, "You almost tricked me. Do you think I am as keen on classical literature as Sister Qiushui?"

Then she stood up, straightened her clothes, and said with a smile: "Doesn't this military uniform of mine show my preferences?" The implication was very clear: how could a girl in military uniform be a lover of classical literature?

This made Yang Jun feel relieved and he patted his frightened chest.

Strictly speaking, military sentiment or love of classical literature are both over-spiritualization, the result of personal ideological alienation, and a kind of paranoia.

No matter what kind of morbid thought it is, it is a trouble for Yang Jun.

There are two kinds of torture: mental and physical destruction; and spiritual sublimation. However, for the person he loves, the mental torture given by Yi Qiu Shui is like a sweet bitterness, which puts him in a dilemma.

Qian Jiajia stopped smiling, folded her hands in front of her chest, and said seriously: "I am a member of the art troupe. Many people in the hospital call you a great hero. Excuse me, can you tell our troupe about your heroic deeds?"

Faced with this request, Yang Jun refused without hesitation: "No." His first consideration is still self-protection and growth. "I don't have time to do things that expose myself."

"Why?" Qian Jiajia was surprised by Yang Jun's blunt refusal. She had originally expected that such a heroic character would not easily miss any opportunity to improve her image.

"Keep it secret!" Yang Jun left these words briefly and then turned and left.

He believes that it is pointless to argue with such a person who may have a mental illness, and the best approach is to cut off all ties with him.

Qian Jiajia watched him go away, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and then a faint smile outlined the corners of her mouth.

"This guy is interesting." The more attractive she is to the challenger, the stronger her curiosity and desire to conquer become. She is born to be a fighter. The more difficult the situation is, the more it stimulates her fighting spirit and the braver she becomes.

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(In the spacious living room of the mansion, everyone sat together after discussing official business. Although their expressions were relaxed, there was still a trace of worry that was difficult to get rid of.

At this time, the ladies and female family members were busy in the kitchen, preparing for the dinner.

Although there were many people at the engagement banquet, there were only a few real guests at the table.

Most of the people wandering around the villa were people who grew up with Yi Qiu Shui and lived in the same large courtyard. Although they were well-known outside, they were not even worthy of speaking here, let alone taking a seat at the table.

There was a son and a daughter under the big boss at home. When they first met, they were sent away by the adults after a few brief greetings.

Soon, the delicacies were prepared for two tables, one for men and one for women.

There was no lengthy opening speech, just a few brief instructions before the banquet began.

While dining with his seniors, Yang Jun felt extremely uncomfortable.

Not only was he reserved, he also had to maintain the proper courtesy expected of a junior.

These seniors were all experienced and powerful, and the majestic aura around them made it hard for him to breathe. They were like a group of lurking old monsters, not only with bad tempers, but also with complicated rules.

They must drink in pairs and the wine must be finished. Any disrespectful behavior is regarded as looking down on them.

After several toasts, Yang Jun couldn't stand it anymore and had to activate the space storage function and toast his predecessors frequently.

In order to follow the custom, each time you drink two glasses of wine. If you don't drink, the seniors will hold the glass tightly until you see you drink it.

In fact, Yang Jun had already expected that this would be a character test, and people often reveal their true feelings after drinking.

The older generation in rural areas has a custom of making the bride's future husband drink a lot of alcohol before examining him to see if he behaves inappropriately or has any bad habits.

At the beginning, the intentions of the old veterans were obvious. They were experienced, brave, and had a great tolerance for alcohol. They expected that one round of competition would be enough to defeat Yang Jun.

Unexpectedly, after two rounds, Yang Jun remained calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.

The older generations exchanged glances with each other, but no longer wanted to step forward to challenge.

Yang Jun drinks alcohol as easily as drinking water, which is even better than the way of drinking water.