Old Movies of the Republic of China II

The injury on Qinghe's forehead healed in sevens and eighties, and she was finally able to carry out normal social communication and business entertainment.

He and some friends from the Petofi club went home after dinner, and they went to the place where the real life was only at night to have fun.Everyone knew Qinghe's identity well, no one would take the initiative to invite him to participate in such an event, even if he took the initiative to speak, no one would dare to accompany him.

How fast, it's already February 23rd.

"Master, you seem to have grown taller again." Ying'er took his coat.

Qinghe looked down at the ankle, sure enough, the hem of the trousers was a little higher than before, not so obvious.

Ying'er said: "Not only are you taller, but your shoulders are wider than before. Master Qinghe, the young master told you that you are not allowed to starve yourself, otherwise you will be punished together with us."

The big servant girl spoke seriously, and made Qinghe laugh: "You are getting bolder and bolder, even daring to tease me."

Ying'er shouted for injustice: "Master Qinghe, don't blame me. When you lived outside, you didn't like to eat and you got sick from starvation. Young Master felt sorry for you, so you specifically asked me to do so. command to do things."

Qinghe smiled lightly.

He turned sideways to read a book from one side, and glanced across the door, seeing a small figure.

"Ruirui, why are you here? Come in, it's still cold outside."

There was no expression on Zhang Rui's small face, he let Yinger lead him to sit next to Qing He, and glanced at the thick book in his hand.

Qing He shook the book, "You still don't understand, I'll give you a copy when you grow up."

He thought for a while, and took a book with pictures from the bookshelf and gave it to him.Zhang Rui took it and looked at it without saying a word.Qinghe patted the back of his head in relief, and ordered: "Ying'er, go tell Madam that Ruirui is here."

Two people, one big and one small, leaned together to read a book, Zhang Rui was very quiet, and Qing He needed to concentrate on reading German, and it took a long time before he remembered that there was a child beside him, and Zhang Rui was already curled up Fell asleep on the couch.

Qinghe carefully covered him with a blanket, seeing that he was sleeping so soundly, she was also a little sleepy, but she insisted on reading.There is less and less time to concentrate on doing things, and every minute and every moment should be cherished.

When he finally closed the book, and the hour hand of the clock was pointing to 'nine', Zhang Zheng said that he would be almost there soon when he came back today.

He patted Zhang Rui's face lightly, "Rui Rui, go back to your room to sleep, it's very late."

Qinghe called Zhang Rui several times in succession before he reluctantly opened his eyes and rubbed against his arms.The child's eyes were only half opened, and he looked listless. He hugged Qinghe's arm and refused to let go.

"It's rare to see you acting like a baby," Qing He teased him: "Your father will be back soon, you stay here and see if there is anything you want to say to him, okay?"

Zhang Rui didn't move at first, and after a few minutes, he sat up silently from the bed and bent over to put on his shoes, then gave Qing He a nostalgic look, and left.

Qing He thought of the night Zhang Rui and Zhang Sheng stayed here to sleep, and Zhang Zheng had someone send them back in the middle of the night, shaking his head dumbfoundingly.

Zhang Zheng drank a lot of wine today.

Hou Xiao and another soldier helped Zhang Zheng to the bed. Hou Xiao didn't look at him, but said to himself, "Zhang Zheng is in a bad mood, no matter how much we persuade him, he won't put down his wine glass."

After they left, Qinghe took a lot of effort with Yinger's help to take off Zhang Zheng's military uniform.

Zhang Zheng's face was flushed, he stretched out his hand to grab Qing He's wrist while half drunk and half awake, his eyes were fierce.Qinghe quickly leaned into his ear and said: "It's me, Zheng'er, you are drunk, I will undress you."

He repeated several times before Zhang Zheng let go.

The next day, Zhang Zheng woke up and found that he had used too much force, leaving a circle of bruises on Qinghe's wrist, which looked shocking.

Qing He moved her wrist and said, "It looks scary, but it doesn't really hurt."

His skin is fair, and it is easy to leave marks on his body. The bruises that may not be seen on others are very obvious here.But in fact, there is no need to rub medicinal wine there, and it will heal on its own in two days.

Qinghe knew that Zhang Zheng didn't listen, because his complexion was very ugly, and in just one hour, Qinghe noticed that he was looking at his wrist several times.

Qinghe rummaged around in the room, and finally found a dark blue ribbon, which he tied around his wrist as a decoration, hoping that Zhang Zheng would not mind it so much.

The cold winter is turning to spring, and Qing He hopes that so many bad things will not happen this spring.However, deep down he knew that this was impossible, someone had to be responsible for the explosion of Zhang Yishan's special train and the death of Lu Chengzhi, the left party, the right party, Japan or Russia.

Zhang Yishan was respected by the two major factions in the capital, and he just needed an opportunity to show the strength of Fengjun.People from various factions lurking in Fengtian who had been in peace and tranquility turned him upside down.

The only thing that can be fortunate is that they have obtained Shen Shanhai's secret, and Zhang Zheng's personal letter has been destroyed.

Wang Xianben made a phone call, "He's not in Italy anymore, my people can't find him."

Qing He lowered his eyes and asked calmly: "Is there no movement in his house?"

Wang Xianben said: "There is no movement."

"I see."

Qinghe put down the microphone and pinched the space between her eyebrows.In most matters, Zhang Yishan's judgment is correct. Sometimes his decisions may seem cruel, but they are the least worries.

He neither wanted Zhang Zheng to become as hard-hearted as Zhang Yishan in the future, but also knew that only in this way could he survive in this troubled world better.

Qinghe was immersed in his own thoughts, and Zhang Zheng came in from the outside, steaming all over his body.

He was wearing a white shirt and military trousers. His shirt cuffs were rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms. His short hair was soaked in sweat.

Zhang Zheng entered the bathroom without saying a word.

Qinghe sighed inwardly, pushed the bathroom door open a small crack, tried to divert attention from Zhang Zheng's strong and beautiful body, and pretended to be relaxed: "Are you going to compete with them?"

Zhang Zheng raised his head, allowing the hot water to pour on his face and body, without even giving Qing He a look.

Qinghe is helpless and funny, Zhang Zheng's temper is really unpredictable, he is obviously annoyed that he hurt his hand last night, but he seems to be angry with him.Fortunately, he already had enough understanding of Zhang Zheng's character, knowing that he was angry with himself, so he wouldn't think about it.

"Zheng'er, do you want to talk to me?"

Zhang Zheng said coldly, "What are you talking about?"

Qinghe shook her right hand, the silk scarf fluttering on her wrist, the bright colors brought some relief to the dull atmosphere: "I don't understand why you care so much, but it's not serious at all. You are a soldier, be vigilant Gao is normal. You were drunk last night and didn't know that I was the one who undressed you, so I subconsciously wanted to stop you."

He paused, then continued: "And when I told you who I am, you quickly let go. Zhang Zheng, I'm actually very glad that you can still recognize my voice when you're drunk, really."

The shower head was closed long ago, Zhang Zheng walked up to Qing He naked, looked at him deeply, and said for a while, "Aren't you angry?"

"I'm not angry." Qing He held his hand and pressed it against her cheek, rubbing it affectionately, "So you don't have to be angry."

A small turmoil passed like this, although Qinghe still didn't understand why Zhang Zheng cared so much.

He has more things to do.

Wang Yongjiang's body can't last this spring, the vernal equinox has already grown grass in the south, and Fengtian's harsh winter has not yet completely left.In the severe cold and dry climate, Wang Yongjiang's illness became more and more serious, and he did not even get out of bed for several years.

Zhang Yishan still took time out of his busy schedule to visit this great hero in person.Wang Yongjiang really dedicated himself to death. He used his hard work and life to create a prosperous scene for the Northeast, which was originally heavily indebted.The people may not respect him that much, but for Zhang Yishan's government, he is a well-deserved hero.

As Zhang Yishan's godson, Qing He needs to show enough respect to this hero when Zhang Zheng is busy with military affairs.

What's more, he is also Wang Yuan's father.

At the beginning of March, Wang Yongjiang finally died in his Fengtian mansion.

When Zhang Yishan heard the news, he burst into tears in front of all the generals and officers, temporarily forgetting the majesty of the general.

Qinghe privately believes that Zhang Yishan's crying is three to seven.

No matter how true or false, Wang Yongjiang's coffin will still be sent back to his hometown in Shandong by his only son Wang Yuan.

Zhang Yishan allocated soldiers and military vehicles from his brigade of guards to him. Wang Yuan was well prepared for his father's return to the west so that he would not collapse. Organized.

Qing He and Zhang Zheng went to see him together.

Zhang Zheng patted Wang Yuan on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Our Zhang family will never forget everything Director Wang has done for Northeast, and the entire Northeast will never forget."

Wang Yuan cupped his hands and said: "My father never sought fame or profit all his life, he only wanted the prosperity of the Northeast, and lived up to the great trust of the commander. To get such an evaluation from your Excellency, I can smile at Jiuquan even if I think about it."

His face was pale and his eye circles were red. It was obvious that he hadn't had a good night's sleep since Wang Yongjiang's death.

Qinghe said: "The commander-in-chief decided to set up an ancestral hall for Director Wang in his hometown for future generations to commemorate and offer incense. Brother Wang, the deceased is dead, please mourn."

Wang Yuan nodded.

On the way back to the mansion, Zhang Zheng and Qinghe were not in a good mood, and when they left the Wang family's territory, they stretched out their hands at the same time and clasped their fingers together.

Zhang Zheng sighed, "Come here, hug me for a while."

Qing He didn't care about Hou Xiao and the driver in front of him, and leaned into Zhang Zheng's arms.

After a while, he whispered: "Transforming life and rebirth, Zheng, birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature."

Zhang Zheng let out a "huh" and exerted a lot of strength on his arms.

Qinghe leaned into his arms, everyone can explain the truth, but life and death are so easy to understand?Otherwise, how could there be so many ghosts and gods.

He raised his head and kissed Zhang Zheng's chin, Zhang Zheng lowered his head expressionlessly and covered his lips.