The car drove northwest in the night.
It was already time to close the city gates.
All the city gates in the inner and outer cities of Beijing were bolted and locked, and entry and exit were prohibited.
However, this car with the Fengjun flag on it unexpectedly We drove straight to Xizhimen and showed the special pass to the gatekeeper, and the closed gate reopened.
"Where are we going?"
Chen Zikun asked with a smile, moving his hands to his waist.
The Huakou Luzi was small and suitable for use in a narrow space like a car.
He was sure to kill the two people around him in the shortest possible time.
The soldier, armed with a gun, then jumped out of the car and fled.
The guard didn't feel anything strange about Chen Zikun at all, and he replied carelessly: "We'll find out when we get there."
The whole journey was dark, and Chen Zikun was nervous, and the hand holding the gun was covered with sweat.
Fifteen minutes later, the car stopped in front of an ancient gatehouse.
Under the light of the car lights, the copper nails on the gate flashed, and the plaque with gold letters on a blue background read: Summer Palace.
The Qing Dynasty is gone, and the former royal gardens have been turned into parks and are under the management of the Beijing Municipal Government.
However, it is now past the time for opening to the public.
There are several patrol officers standing at the door.
When they see the car approaching, they hurriedly open the door and gesture.
Command vehicles to enter.
The car stopped in the open space inside the gate.
Chen Zikun was asked to get out of the car and took a sedan carried by four people.
He was carried all the way to the vicinity of Wanshou Mountain, where the scenery was beautiful among green bamboos.
From a distance, he could hear the sound of silk, bamboo and wind music.
There was a sound, Chen Zikun opened the curtain and took a look.
There were bright lights and figures flashing in the distance.
It turned out to be a restaurant.
After going to the private room on the second floor, Zhang Xueliang and another strange man were already sitting here.
Naturally, there were some Yingying Yanyan around.
Seeing Chen Zikun come in, the young marshal hurriedly stood up and introduced: "Brother Kunwu, let me introduce him.
This is Guo Songling, the tactics instructor at Northeast Martial Arts Hall, and we are both teachers and friends.
We didn’t invite anyone else today, just the three of us.”
Chen Zikun and Guo Songling bowed their hands in greeting, sat down and said with a smile: "Han Qing, which song are you singing?"
Zhang Xueliang said: "I heard that you are going to the United States to study military affairs, so I specially held a banquet for you to practice.
This place is called Tingli Pavilion, which is where the Empress Dowager Cixi ate.
How about it, it's quite unique."
Chen Zikun looked around and saw that the furniture and furnishings were all made of fine sandalwood furniture.
The royal demeanor came to his face, and he sighed: "Han Qing is interested."
"Everyone is here, let's get started."
Guo Songling is the oldest and has a more outgoing personality.
With him present, the atmosphere is much more lively.
In addition, the kiln sisters invited by the eight alleys to add to the fun, an altar of aged flower carvings is very Bottoming out soon.
"Brother Kunwu is the protagonist today.
Please toast him a few more drinks.
I won't agree if you don't drink with him today."
Under Zhang Xueliang's instigation, the Yingying Yanyans swarmed up and drank more than ten glasses in a row.
Chen Zikun He's a little tall, and he talks a little too loudly.
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"Han Qing, I am going to the United States now.
I don't know when we will see each other again.
I hope that when we meet again, our common ideals can be realized."
Chen Zikun held Zhang Xueliang's hand and said sincerely.
"I will definitely do it."
Zhang Xueliang shook Chen Zikun's hand with a smile, and turned to Guo Songling: "Brother Kunwu is the same as me.
Although we are soldiers, we are pacifists at heart.
We both believe that the muzzle of the gun should be pointed at the outside world. , rather than towards fellow citizens.”
Guo Songling sighed: "Vajra's eyes are angry, and Bodhisattva's eyebrows are low.
If all Chinese soldiers have this kind of ambition, why worry about China not rising."
Zhang Xueliang made a gesture, and the servant brought a tray with a red envelope on it with the word "Cheng Yi" written on it.
"Brother Kunwu, we are about to return to Fengtian, so we can't carry it out for you.
This is my little brother's wish.
Please accept it."
Chen Zikun cupped his hands and said, "Thank you very much."
"You and I, brothers, don't be polite.
When brother Kunwu returns home after completing his studies, I will personally greet him."
Zhang Xueliang looked at the watch on his wrist and said, "Ah, it's already so late.
Let's move the banquet away.
Let’s play a few more rounds of cards.”
Chen Zikun had no choice but to sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman and play cards with the young marshal until dawn.
This time, his luck was not as good as last time.
However, Zhang Xueliang kept firing and lost a lot of money.
When the game was over, Chen Zikun won one Over a thousand yuan, Guo Songling won five hundred yuan.
On the way back in the car, Chen Zikun opened the red envelope and pulled out a Bank of Communications cashier's check, with the words 10,000 yuan clearly written on it.
"Han Qing is so old-fashioned and enthusiastic."
Chen Zikun sighed with emotion.
In fact, he didn't understand that Zhang Xueliang also deliberately lost at the card table.
He looked at the large cashier's check and check, and then touched the loaded pistol on his waist.
He laughed to himself. .
Back at the depot, I caught up on my sleep and slept until noon.
Baoqing knocked on the door and said in an urgent voice: "Da Kunzi, the housekeeper of the Xiong Mansion is here to deliver the post."
Chen Zikun got up quickly and quickly got dressed.
After returning to Beijing, he visited Xiong Xiling's house.
Friendship aside, Xiong Xiling was still the largest shareholder of Ziguang Automobile Factory, but Mr.
Xiong had been busy working at the Salesian Hospital in Xiangshan during this period.
The two of them have never met before.
Since the housekeeper is visiting, it seems that the bear is always back.
Sure enough, the butler sent an invitation written by Xiong Xiling himself, inviting Chen Zikun to come over to the mansion for a banquet.
Chen Zikun naturally agreed.
As soon as the butler of the Xiong Mansion left, Yu Deshun, the king of dung in the capital, came to visit.
"Oh my brother, you have jumped over the dragon's gate now.
I heard that you are going to study abroad next month.
I came here to see if there is anything I can do to help you."
Yu Deshun was wearing a brand new mandarin gown. , probably because I took a shower when I arrived, and there was no odor on my body at all.
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"Isn't this the dung king of our capital?"
Chen Zikun was extremely enthusiastic, holding Yu Deshun's hand and shaking it.
After some pleasantries, Yu Deshun took out an envelope and put it on the coffee table and said: "I am poor and rich, so I have to go out without money.
This is my point.
If you don't follow it, you will scold me." " Chen Zikun said cheerfully: "Then I would like to thank Brother Yu."
"Brother will prepare a banquet for you tonight.
Donglaishun, please call all the brothers and we will see you there."
Yu Deshun said.
Chen Zikun said with a smile: "Unfortunately, Mr.
Xiong Xiling invited me to come over tonight.
Let's change the date."
"Okay then, tomorrow night, Dong Lai Shun."
After sending Yu Deshun away, Chen Zikun opened his Cheng Yi and found a stack of banknotes inside.
He counted one hundred yuan.
For a manure factory owner, one hundred yuan is a lot.
That night, Chen Zikun went to Xiong Xiling's mansion for a banquet and met each other again.
The couple, who had been together for years, couldn't help but sigh.
Xiong Xiling looked at Chen Zikun's military uniform and said, "It's really a treat to see each other with admiration after three days apart."
There were people at the table who Chen Zikun had met before, including former Prime Minister Wang Daxie, House of Representatives member Liu Chongyou, Secretary of the Presidential Office and Secretary of the Foreign Affairs Committee Ye Jingxin.
After everyone greeted each other, Xiong Xiling said with a smile: "It's a pity that Lin Changmin traveled to Europe with his daughter.
It’s a pity for him to be a character who is afraid of the world being in chaos.”
After drinking for three rounds, Xiong Xiling said: "Zi Kun, I have found some clues about your life experience."
Chen Zikun said: "Mr.
Xiong is interested, and I have made some progress here.
When I was living in Shanghai last year, I found my childhood life experience in the Jingwu Society.
It turns out that I was an orphan adopted by the Guangfu Society, and I was a dead soldier since I was a child.
To cultivate.”
Xiong Xiling said in confusion: "Who did you learn this from?
As far as I know, the Jingwu Association was founded by people from the Alliance and has nothing to do with the Guangfu Association."
Chen Zikun said: "It was Yin Weijun, the senior of the Guangfuhui, who told me."
Then he told the story of the future.
Xiong Xiling said: "It's almost the same, but your biological parents are not traceable.
As far as I know, your Chen is not Chen Qimei's Chen, but your original surname is Chen."
Chen Zikun was confused and said: "Where did Mr.
Xiong get the news?"
Xiong Xiling said: "By chance, I met a heroine of 1911, her name is Yin Ruizhi, and she is Yin Weijun's sister.
It was from her that I learned about your life experience.
Your ancestral home is Changsha, Hunan.
Your father's name is Chen Wu.
He killed someone for justice in his hometown and fled to the end of the world.
There has been no news since then.
Twenty years later, a fellow villager brought a child, saying that he was a descendant of Chen Wu.
Because the family was poor and could not support him, he sold it to a member of the Guangfu Society. " Chen Zikun swallowed hard.
He didn't expect that the mystery of his life experience would be revealed at today's wine table.
He was silent for a while, and then said after a long time: "Thank you, Mr.
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Xiong.
I don't know where senior Yin Ruizhi is now.
I want to find out more." some situations.”
Xiong Xiling said: "Revolutionaries are at home all over the world.
They were still in Beijing last year, but now they are wandering around in nowhere."
This topic has been revealed.
The theme of today’s Xiong Mansion banquet is for Chen Zikun to study abroad in the United States.
Everyone present is a well-informed senior.
Ye Jingxin has more experience studying in the United Kingdom and introduced many European and American countries to Chen Zikun. customs and matters that should be paid attention to.
After the banquet, everyone handed over Cheng Yi, and Chen Zikun owed another favor.
The next day, Li Junqing and Zhao Jiayong came together at noon.
They all had a drink first, and then in the evening they called Zhao Dahai and Xue Baoqing to eat hotpot mutton in Donglaishun.
Yesterday, the banquet at Xiong Mansion was full of friends from the upper class.
Tonight, the private room in Dong Laishun was filled with acquaintances from the poor and the lowly.
Yu Deshun was the host, drinking wine and eating meat from large bowls.
The empty wine jar was leaning around the table, and the autumn rain was falling outside. , the Zhengyangmen tower outside the window was shrouded in a gray mist.
In this situation, all the sorrow and sadness of farewell were left unspoken.
Even the clanking man shed tears.
We don’t know how long it will be before we see each other again.
Thousands of words are lost in the wine.
The waiter came in and muttered: "Everyone, it's closed."
Yu Deshun glared: "You guys haven't had enough to drink, why are you closing the house?
Serving the wine?"
After saying this, he slipped under the table.
Except for Chen Zikun and Zhao Dahai who were still awake, the rest of them were lying down.
It was so busy that they asked the foreign truck to take everyone back one by one.
After that, Chen Zikun went to the counter to pay the bill, but was told that Yu Deshun, the boss, had deposited 20 yuan on the counter and the meal had already been paid.
After sending everyone away, Chen Zikun was about to call the rickshaw to leave when he suddenly saw a slender girl standing under the eaves across the street, shivering in the autumn rain.
It's Xia Xiaoqing
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