Wish you all good luck in the Year of the Dragon Over the weekend, Chen Zikun came to Wang Geng's house as scheduled.
It was a chic two-story European-style mansion with magnificent decoration.
There were servants at the door to help the guests hang their coats and hats, while the hostess was sitting in the living room with the first visitor. friends chatting.
Seeing Chen Zikun come in, the hostess immediately stood up, walked over gracefully, and proudly stretched out her hand to him: "Mist Chen, do you still remember me?"
Chen Zikun gently pinched the hostess's catkin, put it on his lips, kissed her, and said with a smile: "Of course you remember, my wife is here well."
But the hostess rolled her eyes at him, "Why do you call me Mrs.
Sister-in-law when you are so foreign?
Just like before, just call me Xiaoman."
Then she took Chen Zikun's hand and introduced to everyone: "This is Chen Zikun who returned from studying in the United States.
Now he works for the War Department and he dances the tango very well.”
The gentlemen and ladies sitting on the sofa nodded elegantly to Chen Zikun.
There was a gramophone in the corner of the living room, playing the soothing and soft blue Danube River.
The air was filled with the smell of Chanel No. 5 and Luzon cigars.
The servant in white clothes and black trousers stood by the door with his hands lowered, watching every move and ready to serve at any time.
Chen Zikun is also a person who has seen the world.
He can tell at a glance that the elites of Beijing's upper class are gathered here.
These elites are completely different from those of the Crescent Society.
The Crescent Society is full of people from the intellectual and cultural circles.
In Lu Xiaoman's living room are leaders in government, finance, and business.
Of course, there are exceptions.
A certain young man with glasses sitting alone in the corner looked very familiar.
Chen Zikun's eyes lit up and he stepped forward to say hello: "Brother Zhimo, we really meet each other everywhere in life."
Xu Zhimo glanced at him and said proudly: "It turns out to be Mr.
Chen.
Sorry, excuse me."
After that, he took the wine glass and walked away.
"Oh, Misto Chen, don't mind, that's what poets are like."
Lu Xiaoman hurriedly smoothed things over, and Chen Zikun smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, Brother Zhimo and I are old friends.
We are both the backbone of the Crescent Society.
Maybe It was me who interrupted his train of thought.
You know, Shimo’s mind was full of poetry and drama.”
Lu Xiaoman laughed so hard that she kept beating Chen Zikun's shoulder with a soft little fist: "Hehe, Miss Tuochen, you are so mean.
I guess it's not that simple.
You must have stolen someone's lover.
That’s why he doesn’t want to see you.”
"Where, by the way, how long have Xiaoman and the poet known each other?"
Chen Zikun chuckled.
In the living room of the Wang family, he felt a very open and open feeling.
In comparison, the Crescent Society was more like a group of small people.
A paradise for children, but this is the world for adults.
"You must have no bad intentions."
Lu Xiaoman rolled his eyes at Chen Zikun and said, "Zhimo and Wang Geng are both disciples of Mr.
Liang Qichao, so he is Wang Geng's guest and has nothing to do with me."
Chen Zikun said: "Then whose guest am I?"
Lu Xiaoman gave Chen Zikun a flirtatious look and said, "What do you think?"
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After saying that, he lightly kicked Chen Zikun.
His movements were very subtle and no one saw him.
Chen Zikun suddenly had a very strange feeling, as if he and Lu Xiaoman had known each other for a long time, and were familiar enough to make some ambiguous jokes, but in fact this was only their second meeting, and they had been separated by more than two years.
Maybe this is Lu Xiaoman's unique temperament, or maybe a woman's aura changes after she gets married.
"Oh, Wang Geng is down.
You two can chat.
I'm going to greet other guests."
When Lu Xiaoman saw her husband coming down from upstairs, she patted Chen Zikun on the arm and went back to the sofa.
Before leaving, she rushed Chen Zikun winked, as if there was some secret between the two of them.
Wang Geng was not wearing a military uniform today.
He was dressed in an elegant tweed suit.
The last button of the suit waistcoat was left unbuttoned in strict accordance with British rules.
He was holding a heather pipe in his hand.
He came down from the stairs with a smile and extended his hand to Chen Zikun.
The right hand said, "Sorry, I answered a phone call and couldn't greet you from far away."
Chen Zikun smiled and shook hands with him, and the two sat down on two armchairs in the corner of the living room and started chatting.
"Brother Kunwu is so clever.
He subdued the waiter with just a little trick.
It's really wonderful."
Wang Geng said with a smile.
Chen Zikun waved his hand quickly: "Brother Wang, don't laugh at me.
There's nothing I can do about it.
The little lieutenant of the General Affairs Department is only good at this."
Wang Geng took two puffs of cigarette and said sternly: "You are classified as a lieutenant by Quan, and your military rank is obviously low.
This is because someone is trying to punish you."
Chen Zikun said: "No way, I didn't offend anyone."
Wang Geng said: "There is no smoke without fire.
Think carefully about what you did after coming to Beijing.
By the way, the person who wants to punish you is Deputy Chief Jin."
"Secretary General Jin Yongyan of the Ministry of War," Chen Zikun wondered.
He was a thoughtful person.
He knew the list of officials in the Ministry of War by heart, so he naturally knew who Deputy Commander Jin was.
"Yes, Jin Yongyan, this gentleman is a graduate of the fourth class of the Japanese Military Academy.
He has never been in command of a soldier.
Before coming to the Army Ministry, he was the principal of the Guangxi Jiangwu Hall Army.
His ability to become a commander depends entirely on Li Da President’s face.”
"So, his backer is Li Yuanhong."
Chen Zikun suddenly realized that no wonder Deputy Chief Jin dared to give him little shoes to wear.
It turned out that he relied on the president and did not take Wu Peifu seriously.
Wang Geng said: "But don't worry, Deputy Chief Jin can't do anything to you.
After all, you are Marshal Wu's man.
For such a young person, you just disdain to pay attention to him."
Chen Zikun nodded and said with a smile: "That makes sense.
Thank you Brother Wang for your advice."
The topic ended here.
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Chen Zikun looked at Lu Xiaoman and the men and women walking back and forth in the living room, and asked: "Brother Wang, you have a wide network of friends.
This salon in your mansion has brought together people from all the fashion circles in Beijing."
Wang Geng smiled bitterly and said: "No, no, these are all Xiaoman's friends.
They are here for her.
I am just here to keep you company.
In this room full of guests, you are the only one who is my friend."
Chen Zikun said curiously: "My wife has such a wide circle of friends, it is really amazing."
Wang Geng replied with some pride: "You have just returned to China, so you may not know Xiaoman's identity.
She is the diplomatic translator for the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Gu Weijun.
It is normal to know more people."
Just as he was talking, the servant brought two glasses of champagne.
Chen Zikun and Wang Geng each took one.
From a distance, they saw Lu Xiaoman holding up the goblet and smiling elegantly at them.
The two gentlemen also raised their glasses to greet Lu Xiaoman and took a sip.
Guests were still arriving in a steady stream.
A car drove into the Wang family yard.
The driver quickly jumped out of the car and opened the back door.
First, a short and fat man got out, and then a woman wearing a cheongsam stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Chen Zikun almost dropped his wine glass.
Isn’t this woman Yao Yilei?
The short, fat man ignored Yao Yilei and entered the door on his own.
Yao Yilei followed closely into the living room, took off her shawl and hat and handed them to the servant.
Chen Zikun noticed that Yao Yilei's hairstyle was no longer that of a little girl.
Instead, she wore her hair in a young woman's bun.
Lu Xiaoman hurried up to greet me and said with a smile: "Mr.
Xiyuan, Mrs.
Xiyuan, you are late.
You will be punished with three drinks."
The short, fat man didn't seem to understand Chinese, so he just bowed in a rigid manner: "Konikiwa" Yao Yilei smiled and said: "Xiaoman, long time no see, you have lost a lot of weight."
She was stunned before she said anything, because she saw Chen Zikun standing behind Lu Xiaoman.
It has been four years since the May Fourth Movement in 1919.
The two people who were originally talking about getting married have never met again.
Since then, they have been separated, and now they meet in Lu Xiaoman's living room.
It is really a mixture of emotions.
Speechless and swallowed.
Lu Xiaoman is such a smart person.
Seeing Yao Yilei's appearance, he immediately understood.
However, he pretended not to know and deliberately introduced them to them: "Let me introduce you.
This is Chen Zikun from the Ministry of War.
My husband's colleague.
This is yes" Before she could finish speaking, Chen Zikun said first, "Hello, Mrs.
Xiyuan."
"Hello, Mr.
Chen."
Yao Yilei reached out and shook hands with Chen Zikun, with no special expression on her face.
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"You guys chat, I'll go greet Xiyuan Sang."
Yao Yilei smiled slyly, pulled the short and fat Japanese, and rushed to a group of potbellied gentlemen, creating good conditions for Chen Zikun.
"You're married."
Chen Zikun's voice was bitter.
"Yes."
Yao Yilei looked indifferent.
"Why did you marry a Japanese?"
Chen Zikun smiled bitterly.
The scene in the Liuguo Hotel appeared in his mind.
Yao Yilei was so angry when she was pestered by a few little devils.
Now that she thought about it, she turned out to be so cute and frank.
"Who are you marrying, does it have anything to do with you?"
Yao Yilei took out a pack of cigarettes from her crocodile skin bag, lit one skillfully and started smoking.
"Of course it has something to do with me."
Chen Zikun turned his back, looked out the window, and seemed to be talking to himself: "In the early summer of that year, I was involved in a movement, and just after I was released from the police station, I accidentally killed someone again. , was forced to flee to Shanghai, and then went to Guangdong and Hunan.
Everywhere I went, I would write to you.
A year and a half later, I returned to Beijing, but you had already traveled east to Japan.
Those letters I wrote to you , all unopened.”
Hearing this, Yao Yilei's eyes were filled with tears, and the fingers holding the cigarette were trembling slightly.
Chen Zikun turned around suddenly: "Tell me, am I not qualified to ask who you marry?"
"Sorry, I don't know you."
Yao Yilei was as cold as ice.
She walked straight away without even looking at Chen Zikun.
Her high heels made a series of sonorous and powerful snaps, as if she was mocking someone.
Chen Zikun took a deep breath and told himself to stay calm.
Yao Yilei was no longer the little girl who loved heroes and loved fantasy.
She was now a Japanese wife, a noble lady in the Beijing social circle, and she was a stranger to him.
I don't know when, Lu Xiaoman came behind Chen Zikun and said quietly: "Actually, Yao Yilei is not the kind of person you imagined."
Chen Zikun did not answer.
"After the Zhijiang-Anhui War, Deputy Minister of Transportation Yao Qizhen was wanted as a traitor.
Later, the president pardoned these people, but the Yao family's vitality was greatly damaged and its glory was gone.
If it weren't for the strong support of the Xiyuan family, Yao Qizhen would never have done it.
Maybe he will take the position of vice president of Bank of Communications."
After a pause, Lu Xiaoman whispered again: "Yao Yilei sacrificed her happiness in exchange for her father's comeback."
With a "pop" sound, the goblet in Chen Zikun's hand shattered, and blood flowed from his palm.
"Oops, you're bleeding, Mother Wang, please bring gauze and red potion quickly."
Lu Xiaoman shouted.
The guests poked their heads around and talked a lot, but the hostess was able to calm down the scene and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, Wang Geng will follow.
France ordered two dozen crystal cups, and it doesn’t matter if one more is thrown.”
The guests smiled and went on with their business.
Only Yao Yilei in the other corner bit her lips to prevent herself from crying.
The servant quickly brought gauze and mercurochrome solution.
Lu Xiaoman skillfully helped Chen Zikun bandage the wound and whispered: "If you are a true knight, then there is still a chance to win back the beloved woman.
She and Nishizono Oo The wedding isn’t until June
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