Fortunately, the king's heart

Zhong Yujun hurriedly reached out to cover Qing'er's mouth, luckily she was not awakened, "Hush", she let go of the hand on Qing'er's mouth, put her index finger on her lips, and lowered her voice to a minimum, "Qing'er wants Keep your voice down so you don't disturb your mother, you know?" She pointed at Xing'er.

Qing'er folded her hands together to cover her mouth, and nodded repeatedly. Zhong Yujun smiled and took Qing'er's hand away from her mouth, patted her head, and turned to look at Xing'er.

The person who was sleeping soundly just now frowned at this moment, and his curved eyelashes trembled uneasily.Zhong Yujun didn't know whether Xing'er was like this because Qing'er disturbed her dream or fell into a nightmare. She stretched out her hand and gently rubbed away the brow that made her worry. At this moment, Xing'er seemed to sense that there was a As if someone could let her rely on her, she held Zhong Yujun's hand back.

Zhong Yujun felt the strength in his hand, and his heart tightened. He thought that Xing'er had woken up, but felt uncomfortable when he wanted to pull out his hand, so he hurriedly turned his head and looked at Xing'er from the corner of his eye. The child was discovered by others, but after waiting for a long time, Xing'er did not open her eyes, and called her sister carefully, but she did not see Xing'er move, so she was relieved, it turned out that she was scaring herself, she didn't understand why she would She doesn't want Xinger to see her like this, but the facts tell her that at least she doesn't know how to face Xinger now, so she is afraid of waking Xinger up, and she made a silent gesture with Qinger again and then turned back to Qinger. up sculpture.

With the person he misses by his side, time always passes quickly. Zhong Yujun sat next to Xinger's bed almost motionless until the next morning.

When the sky turned pale, Zhong Yujun, who was dozing by the bed, was woken up by a few sparrows chirping outside the window.When I raised my head, my neck was sore, my waist was so stiff that I couldn't straighten up, and I couldn't feel anything below my thighs. The joints all over my body seemed to be stuck. Zhong Yujun moved slowly for a while before he could move a little.Gently pulled out the same numb hand, and tucked up the quilt for Xinger, tried the temperature on her forehead, it had returned to normal, guessing that Xinger should wake up, so she got up and planned to go back.

But if he didn't move his body all night, he couldn't recover so quickly. When he stood up, his legs felt weak. Fortunately, Zhong Yujun quickly grabbed the head of the bed so that he wouldn't kneel down on the ground. One move touched the muscles of the whole body, and there was another burst of soreness.She gritted her teeth and supported the head of the bed and took a small step forward. Feeling some strength in her legs, she slowly moved to the hospital bed where Qing'er was sleeping, and put Qing'er's arm exposed outside the quilt into the quilt. I looked at my watch, it was almost seven o'clock, I turned my head and glanced at Xing'er, who seemed to have never woken up, and then limped out of the ward. When I arrived at the hospital gate, Mr. Lin was already waiting, and Zhong Yujun's whole body seemed to be falling apart. When I got into the car, I spread it out on the seat. Although I just sat there all night, it seemed like I had run ten kilometers off-road.

The car soon arrived at Zhongfu, Zhong Yujun ordered Mr. Lin to go to the Meilan class and asked Wu Youyun to take care of Xinger, while he went to wash up and felt much more refreshed. She didn't have the habit of going back to sleep, but Chen Chen was used to it. It is common for people to sleep late and sleep till the sun rises. She is well aware of Chen Chen's habits, so she made a simple breakfast by herself and read the newspaper while eating. An inconspicuous report should have caught her attention, and the content was not complicated. To sum it up in one sentence: Yu Han, the commander of the Northeast Military Region of the Beiyang Government, suffered from an emergency with an unknown cause.

"The etiology is unknown?" Zhong Yujun muttered, doubts flashed by, and then he shook his head and denied his conjecture, no longer thinking about it, just thinking about going to see if this is her superior or the Zhong family when he is free. Uncle Yu, a family friend.

When I was young, Mr. Lin came back and said that Mr. Wu had already gone to the hospital, and that he would come to thank him another day.Zhong Yujun nodded, and asked Mr. Lin to send her to the military headquarters. She had accumulated some military affairs that needed to be handled by herself in the past few days. After the general meeting, there were small meetings, and it was not until noon.

On the way back home, Chen Chen had already left, leaving behind a flamboyant note: I am a heroine, and the remaining debt will be settled in another day.From these few words, Zhong Yujun didn't even need to think about it, he knew that it was not just Chen Chen who had gone from this Zhongfu. When he saw the crystal chandelier on the top, he knew that there were these things "going" with Chen Chen.Even if she couldn't figure it out, Yingzui Mountain couldn't be electrified, and Chen Chen took the chandelier that needs to be electrified to be useful, what else can this chandelier be used for, and these things can't be sent back.What made her even more curious was how did Chen Chen bring those things out of the general's mansion and up the mountain alone, but obviously she didn't have much time to dwell on this issue, because right now she still had a very difficult matter to deal with. solve.

"Miss," Mr. Lin led a plump woman in her forties to the living room, "Sister Hong is a well-known paper-cutting expert in the neighborhood. You must learn from her without any madness (problem)."

Zhong Yujun looked at Sister Hong, "Sister Hong, please sit down, are you willing to teach me?"

Sister Hong was flattered when she heard the words, and waved her hands again and again: "General Zhong, you are too polite, how can I sit on an equal footing with you, I'll just stand up." An impatience flashed in Zhong Yujun's eyes. What annoys her the most is the stereotypes and bad habits of Chinese feudalism, but who wants to be inferior to others? The feudal ideology in 2000 was already deeply ingrained, so how can it be changed through reforms such as the Reform Movement of [-] or the Revolution of [-]?Today's China is in a precarious situation. Western powers are encroaching on China little by little. Various warlords in the country are fighting each other, and the people's lives are miserable. Qing'er's family is a living example. Zhong Yujun believes that he has no ambition to revitalize China , but the blood of Chinese descendants flowing in her body still made her deeply worried about China's future.

"It's my blessing to be able to teach you paper-cutting. Besides, you've given me so much money. If I don't want to, I'm going to be insane." It looks very awkward.

"That's good, let's start now, Miss Hong." Zhong Yujun took out the prepared red paper, scissors, paper cutter and other tools.

"Hey", Sister Hong walked over, looking around, trying to find a stool she was used to sitting on in this luxuriously furnished room, but soon she found that everything here looked so exquisite that it made her darling Trembling, I stood there not knowing what to do.

Zhong Yujun glanced at Sister Hong, "Sit down, how can you teach me while standing?"

"Hey," Sister Hong responded repeatedly, carefully sitting on the sofa, reaching for a piece of red paper and scissors, "General Zhong, let me teach you some simple patterns first, and when you are familiar with it, what do you want to cut?" I'll teach you again, first fold it like this," Sister Hong said, her hands were not idle, she folded the red paper skillfully and wrote it down, and Zhong Yujun followed suit.

"Paper-cutting should be done from the inside out, from small to large, and white should be appropriate. When cutting with a knife, use the neck of the knife, and use the tip of the knife... Hey, you cut it wrong, it should be like this..." Sister Hong was talking about paper-cutting The main point is to pay attention to Zhong Yujun's movements and at the same time keep his hands, and cut out as many six-petal flowers with a few clicks.

Zhong Yujun spread out what she had cut, but it turned out to be completely different. Sister Hong didn't laugh at her, saying that paper-cutting is simple to outsiders, but only experts know its subtleties. Beginners are like that, and it will get better after a while. But compared to the first cuts of the girls she taught, Zhong Yujun's cut is pretty good.

Zhong Yujun couldn't laugh or cry when he looked at his work, but he had no choice but to learn, so he had to throw away the "four different images" and take another piece of paper to hold back and cut it like Sister Hong cut it.

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