The Mi family finally climbed up the high branch, and it was still the kind of super high branch that is rare to find.
This made Yue as excited as the Chinese New Year every day.
Wen Long's words were no less than a sap hitting their hearts, knocking them off the high branch. .
If Lin Wenjing was deceived by Teacher Han, the Mi family would be in trouble.
After a brief silence, the room exploded, and the uncle said angrily: "I know that the little red guy named Han can't get much money in his pocket." , with his appearance, he still dares to seduce our family Wen Jing, let’s see if Allah doesn’t break his legs.”
Auntie also started yelling, as if Teacher Han had already taken advantage of Lin Wenjing.
Aunt Mi pulled her daughter aside and persuaded her earnestly: "Wen Jing, please don't drink Yi La's ecstasy soup.
Although Marshal Chen has a wife, he is not a hundred times better than the one named Han.
Listen to my mother and don't do it in the future."
Ignore him."
Lin Wenjing said: "It's just wishful thinking on his part.
I have never read those letters."
Aunt Mi patted her chest and felt relieved: "Thank God, these pretty boys are the worst, they know how to deceive people with sweet words.
It's best if you ignore them.
I'll let Lao Bai go to Zhenhua Primary School to teach Yi a lesson tomorrow and everything will be fine." ” "I have no intention of marrying Chen Zikun and raising children."
Lin Wenjing continued.
"What?"
Aunt Mi's eyes widened.
"I've lost my mind.
Chen Zikun is the warlord.
Why are you putting on airs?
There is no shop like this after passing this village."
Lin Wenjing shook her head firmly.
My aunt couldn't hold it back anymore and started to sarcastically say: "I don't even know what kind of person I am, so I start to show off.
People see how lucky I am, huh."
Aunt Mi said: "Wen Jingnong doesn't think about himself, but also thinks about his family.
Allah raised you and Wenlong just to make you successful.
Now that such a good opportunity is in front of you, even if you help Wenlong find a way out, I have to promise to Marshal Chen."
The family's pleading did not make Lin Wenjing change her mind.
She understood that she could not agree to go with the Mi family.
It was not that she didn't love Chen Zikun, but she just couldn't get over her.
As her aunt said, how much weight did she have?
To be favored by the Governor, Chen Zikun loved himself five years ago, not the person he is now working as a salesperson in Xianshi Department Store.
With the buzzing complaints and pleas from the Mi family ringing in her ears, Lin Wenjing suddenly stood up, picked up her small bag, and turned around to leave.
"Where are you going?"
Aunt Mi asked hurriedly.
"I want to be quiet."
Lin Wenjing didn't look back.
Aunt Mi didn't dare to stop her and pushed her son: "Go and look at my sister."
Wenlong followed closely.
The sound of firecrackers was heard outside, and the smell of the New Year was getting stronger and stronger.
"Hmph, I'm afraid Marshal Chen likes the new and hates the old, so he might be tired of playing with it."
My aunt's mouth was still very bitter.
The uncle said: "No way, Marshal Chen is still very passionate about Wen Jing.
Even if he gets tired of it, it will take a year and a half.
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How come he gets tired of it so quickly?"
Auntie crossed her legs and said, "These men are all the same."
Lin Wenjing didn't want to stay in Mi's house, which was full of copper odor, and went straight back to her residence.
The servant had already gone home.
The house was deserted and there was no hot water.
Wenlong knew that sister was in a bad mood, so he cautiously Stand aside.
Someone knocked on the door, and there was actually a visitor at this time.
Wenlong went to open the door, and when he opened it a crack, he saw a tall figure.
He couldn't help but exclaimed: "Marshuai Chen" Lin Wenjing heard this in the room and couldn't help but get up and run out.
When she reached the door, she stopped again, her tears falling down like broken beads.
It was Chen Zikun who was here.
Today was the Chinese New Year.
The house was full of friends and cards, and he thought that Lin Wenjing was all alone.
He was worried, so he came over to take a look.
He actually guessed it.
There was no sense of Chinese New Year at home.
When Lin Wenlong saw his idol, the legendary national hero, he jumped up and down with excitement.
Lin Wenjing hesitated to speak.
She was so conflicted that she really didn't know where to start.
Chen Zikun smiled and said, "You don't have to say anything.
I understand.
I'll give you three days to prepare.
Let's go to Beijing."
Lin Wenjing's eyes lit up.
Beijing was the place she longed for.
It was a dreamy ancient city, and all the romantic and beautiful unforgettable memories were condensed in that city.
Chen Zikun really understood herself very well.
"I hope your study has not fallen behind, because I have already helped you apply for the preparatory class of Peking University."
The smile on Chen Zikun's face became wider because he saw the joy in Lin Wenjing's eyes.
"I want to go too."
Lin Wenlong shouted in Mandarin.
Chen Zikun stroked his head with one hand and said, "No problem, but your mother must agree."
Lin Wenlong was so excited that he took his sister's hand and said, "Sister, please agree."
Lin Wenjing asked Ai Ai: "Are you going too?"
"Of course, didn't I just say, let's go together."
Chen Zikun raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "It's getting late, why didn't you go back to Mi's house?"
Lin Wenjing bit her lip and said nothing.
Chen Zikun knew in his heart that Lin Wenjing had no feelings for the Mi family, but such rotten relatives were relatives after all, and it was impossible to break them off.
Moreover, Lin Wenjing had been bullied by them in the past, so she couldn't make it without some interest.
"Let's go, I'll take you there."
Chen Zikun said without hesitation, pulled Lin Wenjing and walked out.
Lin Wenjing resisted for a while but followed him obediently.
She went out and got in the car, taking her sister and brother to Nanshi again.
When Marshal Chen came to Mi's house, the whole family was so excited that they were dizzy.
Mr.
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Bai happened to also come to celebrate the New Year, and he was even more excited and incoherent.
Chen Zikun said with a smile: "I came in a hurry and didn't bring any gifts.
Don't be surprised."
Everyone stood and listened to his instructions.
They were obedient and didn't dare to make any mistakes.
Even the sharp-tongued aunt stopped talking.
"Whoever dares to bully Wen Jing in the future, I will never forgive him."
"Yes yes yes."
"Wen Jing is a good friend of mine.
Keep your mouth shut and be careful with your tongue when talking nonsense."
"Yes yes yes."
The adjutant in military uniform handed over the checkbook.
Chen Zikun signed his name on it, tore off a piece and handed it to Aunt Mi: "This is money to buy Wenlong's textbooks.
Take it."
Aunt Mi was overjoyed.
She took the check with both hands and glanced at it.
It was a cash check from Citibank.
The amount was one thousand yuan.
The handsome man is the handsome man.
A casual reward would be a thousand yuan.
"Okay, it's getting late.
Let's all have a good New Year."
Chen Zikun raised his hat in salute, turned and left.
The Mi family was led by his grandmother to the door, and they only gave up after watching Chen Zikun's car drive away.
The poor people in Nanshi Suddenly, a car stopped by, and the neighbors all poked their heads in.
My uncle proudly announced: "It's Marshal Chen who came to see our family Wen Jing.
He is our family's Wen Jing's friend."
The neighbors all stuck out their tongues, always hearing the second son of the Mi family bragging about knowing Marshal Chen, but it turned out to be true.
After returning to the house, my aunt coughed dryly and said, "How do you divide this thousand yuan?"
Aunt Mi said proudly: "How to divide it, Marshal Chen said, it's the money to buy Wenlong's textbooks, why should we divide it?"
The aunt put her hands on her hips and started talking, saliva flying everywhere.
Lin Wenjing got irritated and stood up to leave.
Now everyone was afraid and hurriedly stopped, not daring to make any more noise, and were careful to serve this aunt.
After the Spring Festival, Chen Zikun really took Lin Wenjing and his brother and sister on the passenger ship to Tianjin.
When they set off, light snow started to fall in the sky.
Seeing the sparse farewell crowd on the pier, Lin Wenjing couldn't help but shed tears again.
"Farewell, Shanghai."
She muttered silently.
Also on the same boat was Fengjun Marshal Zhang Xueliang.
He was very interested in Chen Zikun's sudden emergence of a confidante, and from time to time he showed an expression that he thought he understood.
"Brother Kunwu, I didn't expect that you are also from my generation, haha."
"Han Qing, what do you mean by this?
Miss Lin is my friend."
Chen Zikun tried to cover up.
"Don't explain, I understand, I will keep it secret."
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Along the way, Chen Zikun took good care of Lin Wenjing's sister and brother and never went too far.
This made Zhang Xueliang a little puzzled: "Brother Kunwu, you are the reincarnation of Liu Xiahui."
Chen Zikun said: "Han Qing, you don't understand what first love is at all.
It's a feeling.
If you destroy it, you won't feel it anymore."
Zhang Xueliang held his cheek and thought for a long time but still didn't understand.
The first-class cabin of the ship was booked by them.
The journey was comfortable and time passed quickly.
They arrived at Tianjin Port a few days ago, and the troops stationed in Tianjin went to greet them.
The team rested for a day in Zhangyuan, Tianjin, and took the Beijing-Tianjin Express to Beijing the next day.
The special train slowly drove into Zhengyangmen East Station.
Steam filled the station.
The long platform was filled with Fengjun soldiers wearing yellow military uniforms and dog-skin hats, holding rifles of the 13th year of Fengtian's founding of the Liao Dynasty.
He had a straight waist and a tall figure, no one under 1.8 meters tall.
It looked like Zhang Zuolin's bodyguards were coming to pick him up.
After the train stopped, the door opened, and a Fengjun lieutenant shouted: "Salute, play music."
Military music sounded, and the soldiers raised their rifles in unison and saluted General Xiaowu.
Chen Zikun's mood of reliving his old dream was completely ruined by these sorghum stubbles.
Zhengyangmen Station was the place where he first met Lin Wenjing.
Now he is revisiting the old place and wants to find some of the feeling of the past.
Who knew that Fengjunzheng was so big?
The welcome ceremony felt like shit.
Lin Wenjing's brother and sister were also frightened.
They had never seen such a grand scene before, and they followed Chen Zikun timidly without even daring to raise their heads.
In this formal occasion, Chen Zikun naturally had to wear a military uniform.
Since he last saw Feng Jun wearing an armed belt on his waist, he also ordered the Jiangdong Provincial Army to change their armed belts and uniformly use British Sambrown belts and brown double-pin buckle wide belts.
With his crossbody and sword hanging in full, he looked even more heroic.
He put his right hand wearing a white glove on the brim of his hat, strode forward, and inspected the Fengjun honor guard.
"Brother Kunwu, your house is not in good condition, and it is inconvenient to live with your father-in-law's house with Miss Lin.
Why don't you live with me?"
Zhang Xueliang extended an invitation.
The Zhang family's residence in Beijing was the former Xu Shuzheng's mansion, and it was regarded as the Prince Qun's Mansion.
Go to the top luxury house in Beijing.
Chen Zikun said: "I have more than one house in Beijing.
The Ziguang Car Factory inside Xuanwumen is my property, and I live there."
After leaving the station, it was icy and snowy outside.
There was a row of cars parked in the open space in front of the station.
There were more than a dozen foreign cars standing in a row.
The drivers were hiding under the eaves with their hands on their sleeves and their necks curled up.
In the distance, the Zhengyangmen Gate Tower was in the wind and snow.
Still towering.
Chen Zikun raised his head, looked at the gray sky and gray city walls, and murmured: "Beijing, I'm here again
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