Old Movies of the Republic of China II

"Zhang Zheng! You fucking tell me again!"

Zhang Zheng said casually: "Dad, it's the same no matter how many times you ask me to say it. If you don't marry, you don't marry. If you really like her, you can marry another concubine. Anyway, my mother is used to it."

Zhang Yishan's face darkened: "Damn it! Is this the way you talk to your father? Why do I have to ask you to nod?"

Zhang Zheng said impatiently, "Do you have anything else to do?"

Zhang Yishan threw an ashtray over: "Get out! Don't be mad at me!"

Zhang Zheng went downstairs and saw his mother and some concubines playing with Zhang Rui and Zhang Sheng.

Su Qian looked up and saw Zhang Zheng, she smiled and said, "Look at them, they look like you when you were a child. Hey, it's a pity that you didn't have such good conditions as them when you were a child. I'm always scared because I'm afraid that something will happen to me."

Zhang Zheng calmed down, walked over, and squeezed his son's fat face.

The second wife said "Hey": "Young master, you can't be so vigorous, you can see that there are marks on Sheng'er's face."

Susie asked the maid to pour a cup of scented tea for Zhang Zheng, and said, "Why is your father looking for you?"

Several concubines pricked up their ears.

Zhang Zheng sneered, took a sip of tea, and then said slowly, "My dad wants to marry another son, don't look at his age, he will grow stronger."

The faces of the aunts and wives inevitably looked embarrassed, Susie knocked him lightly: "What are you talking about, your father hasn't done it for so many years... Also, from now on, don't hold back your words in front of the children."

Zhang Zheng said: "The old house is on fire, and it is burning fiercely. You should take care of him. Besides, the two of them are only young, so what can they understand?"

Zhang Sheng babbled and stretched out his hand towards his father. Zhang Rui had no expression on his small face, which was completely different from his younger brother's liveliness.

Susie coaxed her grandson: "Ruirui, go, go into your father's arms."

Ever since Zhang Rui and Zhang Sheng were born into the world, Zhang Zheng hadn't hugged them a few times, not to mention the nurses and maids at home, his mother and his father's aunts and wives were all around, so it was impossible for him to turn around.

He picked up Zhang Rui carelessly, and Su Qian looked at him with trepidation: "Zhang Zheng, take it easy, Rui Rui is only over one year old, don't drop him."

Zhang Zheng bumped his son twice and said, "I'll take him out and come back at night."

Without waiting for his mother to refuse, Zhang Zheng strode away.

Su Qian was startled and worried, and hurriedly said: "Mother Liu, follow the young master quickly, how can he take care of the children! See where he is going to take Ruirui, and call home when he arrives. If there is anything missing, I will send someone over there .”

Mama Liu is Zhang Rui's nanny. Hearing this, she hurriedly ran out after Zhang Zheng on her little feet.

The second wife reassured: "Ma'am, don't worry too much. What can happen if Madam Zhang is with you? Don't tell me, you will be back in the evening."

Susie said angrily: "He is simply too reckless! It looks like I won't teach him a lesson."

The aunts and wives laughed and said nothing.

Liansheng Villa.

Qing He was taking a bath, when he heard noises outside, he frowned slightly, Su Zhi should know that he didn't enter his bedroom at this time, what happened today.

He tentatively called out, "Suzhi, what's the matter?"

Unexpectedly, it was not Suzhi's voice that responded to him, but a child's cry: "Wow——!!!"!

Qing He hurriedly wrapped her bathrobe on her head, pushed the door out with her long wet hair, and asked, "Why is there a child's voice..."

The moment he saw Zhang Zheng, Qinghe fell silent.

Zhang Zheng sat on the edge of the bed, and a fat baby in crotch pants crawled away from him, crying loudly.

"Master, this is..."

Qinghe has never met Zhang Zheng's two children, and cannot distinguish Zhang Rui from Zhang Sheng—let alone him, even the servants in the Marshal's Mansion sometimes make mistakes. The twins look alike, but they are still young. Unless someone is very close, it is difficult for others to tell which is which.

"Zhang Rui, my son."

Qinghe opened her eyes wide, and didn't care about her wet hair anymore. She knelt down beside the bed carefully, and lightly touched Zhang Rui's face with her fingers: "It's so soft."

Zhang Rui didn't cry, there were still tears in his eyes, he looked at Qing He curiously, and suddenly reached out his hand, trying to grab his hair.

Qinghe stiffened her body, put a lock of her own hair into his fat little hands, and looked back at Zhang Zheng nervously: "He, why did he come here?"

Zhang Zheng lit a cigar, stood up and went to the wine cabinet to get a drink, "I brought it, let him see what his stepmother looks like."

Qing He's face turned red, and she whispered: "Eldest Young Master, don't be joking, Young Master is so young, he can't be brought out casually. I don't know how to take care of him either. What if he is thirsty and hungry?"

Zhang Zheng said impatiently: "Nurse is downstairs, throw it to her. Don't worry about him, come here."

Qinghe pulled his hair out of Zhang Rui's hand in fear, and walked to him with his shoes.

Zhang Zheng leaned against the wine cabinet, wrapped his arms around his small waist with one hand, and held the goblet with the other, and drank the red wine in one gulp.

Qing He remained motionless obediently, but looked at Zhang Rui involuntarily. The children were very obedient and did not crawl around. They stared at them with big black eyes without blinking.

Qinghe suddenly felt a little ashamed, pressed Zhang Zheng's hand on his waist with one hand, and said in a trembling voice: "Young and young, he is looking at us, let me go quickly."

Zhang Zheng glanced casually, and said, "Don't worry about him, I won't read it later. How are you doing at school?"

"It's, it's okay," Qing He whispered: "It's pretty good."

It's just that he didn't know if it was his illusion. Sometimes in school, he always felt that there were a few unkind eyes staring at him, which made him feel scared inevitably.But he didn't want to affect this hard-won relationship because of these illusory things. Now that Zhang Zheng has joined the army and is busy with affairs, he rarely comes here, saying those facts are too disappointing.

Zhang Zheng nodded.

"It's been more than a year since Mo Yun left, do you want to go back to the Marshal's Mansion?"

Su Moyun is the wife he is currently marrying. Zhang Zheng has no feelings for her, but respects her. Therefore, in the past year or so since her death, he has never mentioned letting Qinghe go back.

Qing He hesitated and said: "This, this is not good, I go back, what will others think of you, how will they think of you?"

Zhang Zheng felt a little fresh, pinched Qing He's chin with the cigar between his fingers, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said, "I still think about it, huh?"

Qing He looked away, lowered his eyes and said: "You are a young commander, you can't, you can't mess around."

Zhang Zheng put down his wine glass, put his arms around Qinghe's waist and picked him up at once, kissed his tender little face, and said, "Little Hemiao."

Qinghe stretched out her hand, put her arms around Zhang Zheng's shoulder, leaned her head on his shoulder, and responded inaudibly.