Old Movies of the Republic of China II

The Petofi Club was formed by Fengtian celebrities and intellectuals, and it was more like a political group than a club.

The club is located in a private residence in Fengtian City. The owner of the private residence is Jiang Shaohua, a famous patriotic businessman in Northeast China. He provides his spare residence to these patriots for gatherings free of charge.

Qinghe is the first time back.

Pu Guangjun was considered a famous figure in the language school, but he was never invited to this club. The threshold of the club is very high, and not everyone is welcome.

Hou Yuzhi smiled slightly at Qing He: "Zi Ran, get out of the car."

In the middle of the night, she was wearing a fur waistcoat, but her face was not young, but she was full of elegance and luxury. The exquisite makeup and slim cheongsam exuded a charm that was hard to ignore.

Hou Yuzhi is obviously very popular.

As soon as they entered, someone came to say hello: "Sister Yuzhi, you are here."

She turned her gaze to Qing He.

Hou Yuzhi said: "Yafang, let me introduce you. This is Marshal Zhang Yishan's godson, Zhang Ziran. Ziran, this is Feng Yafang, my friend."

Feng Yafang stretched out his hand, Qinghe paused, held it, and smiled at her: "Hello, Miss Feng."

"Oh my God, you're so pretty," Feng Yafang was stunned for a while, then reluctantly let go of his hand. "I didn't expect such a good-looking man to exist in the world."

Qinghe was a little embarrassed.

Hou Yuzhi shook her head and said with a smile: "Ziran, don't mind, Yafang is a child with a temper, so she can say whatever she wants. But after getting along for a long time, you will like her."

Feng Yafang held her hand, her gaze lingered on Qinghe's face, and when Hou Yuzhi finished speaking, she blushed and said, "Ziran, can I call you that too? You can call me by my name, Yafang Or Amy, either."

Qing He nodded.

Feng Yafang has a lively personality and is very familiar with everyone in the club. Seeing that everyone present was looking at them intentionally or unintentionally, she winked at Qinghe triumphantly and said, "You don't know them, but they all want to know them." I know you, but I don’t know how to break the ice. Ziran, just wait, someone else will come over soon.”

The three of them sat down on the sofa in the corner together, and Feng Yafang happily went over to get some snacks and drinks.

Hou Yuzhi said softly: "Qing He, the Petofi Club not only has such small gatherings, but also often holds seminars to discuss topics such as economics, philosophy, history, and news. The participants in these seminars include well-known national economists, Writers, historians, educators, scientists, philosophers and other scholars and celebrities, as well as young intellectuals, and even some military officers."

Qing He looked at her.

Hou Yuzhi smiled: "Don't underestimate this club."

A person came over and sat opposite them, shaking the goblet and said, "Sister Yuzhi, I didn't expect you to know him."

There was undisguised contempt in the visitor's tone.

Hou Yuzhi paused, "Akun, I haven't introduced you yet, have I? This is—"

"I know who he is, so there's no need to introduce him," Guo Kun said coldly, "The little lover that Zhang Zheng holds in his palm has now turned into the handsome godson. It's really funny to say."

Hou Yuzhi was obviously stunned.

No matter how good she is, she has only returned to China for only two months, and it has not been long since the Marshal's wife announced at the banquet that she and Zhang Yishan recognized Qinghe as their godson.There are not too few people who know Qinghe's identity, but there are definitely not that many, and even fewer people use this matter as a source of discussion.

Qinghe met Guo Kun's gaze calmly. He knew that this matter would be brought up on the table sooner or later. After four months passed, he himself felt that this time was too long.

"Guo Shao, long time no see."

Guo Kun gritted his teeth: "Yeah, how long have we not seen each other? Let me think about it, from when you entered school to today, it must have been two or three years."

Zhang Zheng avoids him like a snake and scorpion, no matter what party he is with, he refuses to go anyway, and when he meets him occasionally, he immediately leaves. What did he do wrong?Is it wrong to like him?And this person never went to those parties with Zhang Zheng again, he thought that Zhang Zheng finally disliked him, but he didn't expect that he was still by Zhang Zheng's side now.

"It's been more than three years," Qing He said indifferently, "I don't know how is Young Master Guo?"

Guo Kun said in a strange way: "No matter how good you are, you have turned into a godson of a handsome opera singer. I don't know if you can sleep at night."

He spoke harshly, but Qinghe didn't take it to heart.

"What are you talking about, so angry." A tall figure sat down beside Guo Kun, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Guo Kun's face suddenly changed, whether it was fear or disgust, he turned his head and said, "What does it have to do with you? Don't be annoying here, can you?"

Wang Jun raised his eyebrows: "Your temper is lacking in discipline."

Guo Kun obviously wanted to refute, but he just snorted as if he was afraid of something.

Wang Jun smiled and shook his wine glass at Qinghe, acting as if he had just seen him: "Oh, isn't this Qinghe? I still remember how closely Zhang Zheng regarded you, why he was willing to let you out today gone?"

Of all the people Zhang Zheng has met, Qing He is most afraid of Wang Jun.

He always felt that this person's gaze was like a knife, sharp and sharp, as if he wanted to cut himself open.In the past, Zhang Zheng would not let this person be alone with him. When he felt scared, Zhang Zheng would comfort him in an unobvious way, but not today, Zhang Zheng is not here, he must learn to face it by himself.

"Young Master Wang, it's not three years ago, everything has changed."

Qinghe pinched her palm quietly, so that she could say this sentence seemingly calmly.

Yes, it wasn't three years ago, he was no longer the little boy hiding in Zhang Zheng's arms, at the age of 17, he couldn't embarrass Zhang Zheng, he couldn't hide behind Zhang Zheng forever.If you want to do something for Zhang Zheng, this is the beginning.

"Oh?" Wang Jun raised his eyebrows: "What changed, why don't I know?"

Qinghe looked into his eyes and said, "Young Master Wang, you may not know that not everyone can call the name 'Qinghe'. If you want, you can call me Ziran."

Ziran symbolizes another identity.

Not a little actor, not a little lover, but an identity that can stand calmly with Zhang Zheng in front of everyone.

Wang Jun played with taste: "Not everyone can call you? You mean, only Zhang Zheng can call you that?"

of course not.

But Qinghe acquiesced.

Hou Yuzhi listened silently, the atmosphere was very stiff.

Feng Yafang came back with a tray, handed Hou Yuzhi and Qing He a glass of wine, and said with satisfaction: "Today's egg tart is delicious, Ziran, do you want one?"

She looked opposite, wrinkled her nose and smiled: "Kun'er, you are here too, I told you to come over and get to know Ziran. Ziran looks really good-looking, doesn't he?"

Guo Kun said sarcastically, "I think you should really wear glasses."

Feng Yafang pouted: "Why are you so mean?"

She carefully watched Qing He's reaction.

But she couldn't see anything on that delicate face.Guo Kun's unfriendliness did not seem to be noticed by Zi Ran, which made Feng Yafang also heave a sigh of relief.

Hou Yuzhi said: "Akun was just joking. Yafang, I remember you said last time that you hired a Spanish chef at home. How is his cooking?"

Feng Yafang's anger quickly dissipated, and she said with great interest: "Very well, Sister Yuzhi, when will you and Ziran have time to go to my house for a meal? My mother heard me talking about you, so I will invite you to come. Come to our house. You must have eaten a lot of Spanish food when you were in Japan, right? When you go to our house, you can taste the authenticity of our chef's craftsmanship."

"Of course."

The two of them chatted lively, but Guo Kun's complexion became worse and worse. He stood up without saying goodbye, and walked towards the door, as if he didn't want to stay here anymore.

Feng Yafang was surprised: "What's wrong with Kun'er today? So angry?"

Wang Jun said: "He's used to doing his own thing, so you don't have to worry about him."

After finishing speaking, he stood up, said to Qing He, "We will have more opportunities to meet in the future", and then chased after Guo Kun and left.

Qinghe's tense body finally relaxed a little.

"What, why are they so weird? They left when the party just started."

Hou Yuzhi looked at Wang Jun's back thoughtfully.

"Leave them alone, Liu Yao will go up to speak later, Ziran, let me tell him to officially introduce you to everyone, okay?"

Qinghe paused, "Is this okay?"

Feng Yafang said carelessly: "What's wrong? You are Zhang Dashuai's godson. If he dares to refuse, I will ignore him again."

Hou Yuzhi said: "Yafang, don't always threaten him with ignoring people, Liu Yao is so good to you, and you still say that all the time, how sad he must be."

"He won't be sad!" Feng Yafang said a little guilty, "I didn't always say that."

Qinghe looked at the members of the club calmly, and had a vague impression of a few of them.When he first came to Northeast China, Zhang Zheng took him to their party.

Sure enough, a man came over soon and asked hesitantly, "I don't know if you still remember me?"

Qinghe's memory has always been good, even if it was only a few acquaintances, she quickly said: "Young Master, of course I remember, you are Zhang Zheng's friend."

Tong Yuan sat down and breathed a sigh of relief: "I also said, if you forget about my face, you will be ashamed."

Tong Yuan is very talkative, even though he didn't give Qing He any thought at all back then, now he talks as if the two were friends back then.

"... Guess what I said? I told him that it's okay to ask for money, but he has to prove that he really came here to seek relatives."

Feng Yafang said: "But there is no way to prove it!"

Chao Yuan laughed: "Then there's nothing I can do, I can't be taken advantage of."

Feng Yafang said earnestly: "I also met a beggar. He grabbed my clothes and refused to let me go. I saw him pitiful and gave him a piece of ocean, but he still refused to let me go. He insisted on asking for another piece."

Zong Yuan patted her on the head: "Silly girl, don't pay attention to such people in the future, stay away from them."

"Ok!"

[The author has something to say]: I only used the name "Pedofi Club". In fact, this club was born in the 50s as an academic group in Hungary.Its predecessor was a charity group controlled by the underground Communist Party before liberation, which was engaged in subsidizing the children of workers and peasants to go to college.It later became a forum for intellectuals to discuss social issues.