my country is dead

Uncle Wang was so angry that he left the antique shop with the harsh words of "wait until you can really get the money".

Wang Yi hugged his trembling self tightly, and looked at Wen or Yue, who was looking over, trying to use his short-sighted eyes to let the big boss feel his sincerity from the bottom of his heart—he just came to work to dawdle It's the same for anyone, as long as you don't starve to death before the selection results of the youth training camp come out, please give me a chance.

"As for you," Wen Huyue had already thought about Wang Yi's arrangement, "follow the teacher to study well every day."

Wang Yi: "Huh? Teacher? What teacher?"

Of course, it was the tutor Wen or Yue found for Wang Yi.

Wen or Yue suffered from lack of education when he was young, so he always hoped that everyone would have the opportunity to study, but unfortunately, the cost of books and ink in those days was ridiculously high, and he was powerless.Many courtiers have advised him, explicitly or implicitly, to give up, it is impossible, the idea of ​​you and Empress Defei is too absurd.

It was not until the modern age with compulsory education that Wen Huyue clearly realized that he and Concubine De were not wrong, it was only that era that was wrong.

The internet-addicted teenager Wang Zai looked desperate, he really didn't like reading.

Na Pianhai patted Wang Yi's shoulder with deep sympathy, and came from the sympathy among the scumbags: "No matter how poor you are, you can't have poor education, no matter how hard you are, you can't suffer children, these are the words my uncle admires the most, you accept your fate. "

Wang Yi: "..." What kind of child am I?Have you ever seen a child who is 1.8 meters five?

After entertaining Linze, who raced against time to come over to see the venue, the time agreed by Wen Oryue and Ji Zaiyuan was almost up, and the driver sent him to Shufu No. [-] Courtyard in the CBD.

This is one of the many properties under Ji Zaiyuan's name, and it is a large flat on the top floor.One of the main selling points is the super-long balcony with a 270-degree wide view, like a runway. The big brother of Wen or Yue also has a penthouse here, with its own swimming pool and garden, which is extremely exaggerated and pretentious.

Yes, this is where Ji Zaiyuan chose to eat: at his own home.

It was not Ji Zaiyuan who came to open the door, but a young man with a smile on his lips.A turtleneck sweater and slacks, holding a... shiny silver frying spoon in his hand, giving him a homely atmosphere.

Another old acquaintance who made Wen or Yue stunned on the spot.

The other party was none other than the young military general who entered the capital on behalf of the Ji family's army that day, and went to the palace to press the new king, when he would marry their young lady.Wen or Yue has already forgotten his name, but he only remembers that he is like a sharpened sword, standing tall and straight in the hall, fighting with the great Confucian scholars and civil servants, still not losing the wind.

Hearing or jumping out, "It's you!"

"That's right, that's right, it's me, Ji Zailong's cousin Ji Zailong." Standing at the door is Ji Zailong. He has been a standard workplace animal in his life, slick and good at socializing. As long as he wants, There is no one he can't please, "We are all younger brothers, we must keep in touch in the future."

"must."

Wen Huyue can be sure that this military commander was definitely not called Ji Zailong back then, because he could not be a relative of Ji's family.

Before he died in battle, he asked someone to bring back a message, hoping that the eight characters "I have no regrets in this life, follow the general" can be engraved on my tombstone.When the queen heard the bad news, she was so angry that she spat out a big mouthful of blood.It is impossible not to be impressed by smelling or thinking about it.

"He has no hobbies, but delicious food. When he was a child, he was afraid of being hungry. He grazed cattle for the landlord. The landlord was unkind, and he was picky and deducted wages. He was so hungry that his chest was stuck to his back and he almost died. In desperation, he slaughtered the cattle. He was sent to northern Xinjiang because of his crime. When he grew up, he felt ashamed, and he was unwilling to admit it after being beaten to death. He had to say that he had heard of the reputation of Ji’s army, so he followed him thousands of miles away. It’s terrible to have a good face.”

But with such a good face, it is said that in order to protect the precious information when he died, he didn't even leave a whole body behind.

How wonderful that Ji Zailong is still alive in this life, and he has been reincarnated as a family member of the general he swore to serve as he wished.Wen or Yue glanced at the frying spoon in Ji Zailong's hand again, and couldn't help but added, "As expected of you".

Ji Zailong hurriedly waved his hands and explained: "No, no, no, I'm not the chef today, I'm just here to help, most of the dishes are made by my cousin himself."

Inexplicably, although Wen or Yueming knew that such a comparison should not be made, he just had a strange feeling that he liked this kind of food store better than the Michelin-starred and Japanese grocery stores that Jiang Feiran introduced, which had a taste of home.It seems that a similar thing happened many years ago. The imperial concubine delivered the famous dishes from the largest restaurant in Beijing, but was easily defeated by a bowl of rice porridge cooked by the empress himself.

No, no, Wen or Yue shook his head, ordering himself not to think about these things anymore, the general is the general, and the queen is the queen.

Ji Zailong took Wen or Yue to visit Ji Zaiyuan's home, because Ji Zaiyuan himself didn't really want Wen or Yue to see his oily face.While Ji Zailong felt that his cousin would become a hypocrite when he fell in love, he honestly diverted Wen or Yue's attention for him.

The living room, study room, audio-visual entertainment room, and two large bedrooms that are both connected and can be separated by a door are decorated in a frigid style, more like a hotel than a home.

Ji Zailong said: "If there is something you don't like, feel free to mention it. You can overthrow everything and start over. I heard you like the new Chinese style?"

Although in Ji Zailong's view, the new Chinese style is sometimes more like a tomb, but if Wen Ruoyue insists on dancing on the grave, his cousin will probably accept it happily.

Wen or Yue couldn't let go of the question marks on his head, so he said as tactfully as possible: "This is your cousin's home."

"No, this is just his house." Ji Zailong corrected what Wen or Yue said.It also has the potential to become a home, depending on who lives there.

Wen or Yue could only continue to hint: "It doesn't matter whether I like his house or not."

"No, your opinion is very important. Don't you want to live here in the future?" Ji Zailong realized that he had gone a little too far after he finished speaking, and hurriedly confused the concept and went back to make up for it. No matter, your elder brother will definitely arrange for you to live in the next building."

Even if he didn't arrange it that way, my cousin would figure out a way to induce him to do so.

"That's right, that's right." Hearing or jumping thoughtfully.

Ji Zailong is really good at bringing people closer. After a while, he and his future sister-in-law became brothers and sisters.In addition to visiting the house, he is also very good at stitching things together, and harmlessly slandered his cousin, such as: "Wow, what is this? It turned out to be my cousin's childhood photo album. How come it is here? What a coincidence. We Let's look at old photos together."

As soon as Wen or leaped to modern times, he was exposed to smartphones, which led him to always think that photos should be stored on mobile phones. Only today did he know that there are such paper versions.Pretty new to this.

A large old photo album with beautiful packaging is full of Ji Zaiyuan. He has learned to express rejection since he was two or three years old. He looks at the camera with a bitter and bitter look on his face, and he is very unwilling to cooperate with taking pictures.But the person who took the photo obviously didn't think so.From childhood to adulthood, Ji Zaiyuan must have a group of photos kept every year, from the babbling baby to the cold and indifferent youth.

Smelling or looking at it with relish, the general was so cute when he was a child!

"If you grew up with him, you wouldn't feel that way. For a while, he was terrible." Ji Zailong sat on the side and vomited bitterness. His cousin, the young master, was not easy to serve.

"Did you grow up with him? That's nice."

"That's right, I'm actually just a distant relative of Ji's family. Those distant relatives who are far, far, far away shouldn't be ranked with my cousin. But one year, he suddenly came to my hometown to pick me out and put me in the same place. I brought them to Yongji, studied together, and grew up together." Ji Zailong finds it unbelievable when he thinks about it now, when he was a child in the village, he looked like black briquettes. Will it not be a thing in the pool in the future?

Wen or Yue was taken aback for a moment, as if he had grasped something: "Just glanced at it?"

"That's right." With just one glance, Ji Zailong had a completely different life.He continued, "By the way, my point is, do you know how many middle school my cousin has?"

"Ok?"

"When he was in middle school, he always felt that he should be a general, the kind who gallops on the battlefield and defends the country."

Before Ji Zailong finished speaking, Ji Zaiyuan appeared before he even had time to take off his apron, and happened to meet Wen or Yue's eyes.No matter how much you try to hide it, a relative who knows all about your dark history will always turn over in unexpected places.

Wen or Yue raised his hand and tried to say hello: "General?"

Ji Zaiyuan sighed helplessly, and replied: "It's me, Your Majesty."

Ji Zailong, an outsider who was left alone, sat on the side with a dazed face. I told you about my brother's dark history, because I wanted to publicly execute him and make you laugh at him, not to let you act out on the spot!

Although I know that humans and dogs have different paths, but if you don’t love me, please respect it!