Old Movies of the Republic of China II

"Yuzhi, Yuzhi, do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want to drink water? Do you want me to pour you a glass of water?"

Du Zhongyuan's voice was soft.

Hou Yuzhi slowly opened his eyes, and said a little impatiently, "What time is it?"

Du Zhongyuan replied softly: "It's almost ten o'clock, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?"

"How did I get back yesterday?"

"Zhang Ziran sent you to the door, and Li Ma and I helped you up."

Hou Yuzhi closed her eyes and said, "I have a headache, press it for a while."

Du Zhong knelt on the edge of the bed and massaged her head.

Hou Yuzhi's headache is an old problem, and she will have it every now and then. When he was still in Japan, Du Zhongyuan learned how much strength to make her feel better.

But today Hou Yuzhi's headache is obviously worse than before, "Try harder."

Du Zhongyuan is a scholar, even if he is young, his strength may not be comparable to that of an old woman, so even with the greatest strength, Hou Yuzhi still frowned.

He said cautiously: "Otherwise, I'll invite a doctor to come over and show you? Sister Man said——"

Hou Yuzhi slightly opened his eyes.

Du Zhongyuan paused and said at a loss: "Me, me and Sister Man, no, I just asked her, if she can cure your headache, I don't want to make you feel so uncomfortable, Yuzhi, don't be angry."

Hou Yuzhi snorted coldly, "Do you still know that I will be angry?"

Du Zhongyuan closed his mouth and pressed her temple seriously.

Hou Yuzhi is a very possessive person, and he knew it from the first time we met.

"How many times have I said, don't talk to her, have you forgotten?"

"But," Du Zhongyuan hesitated, "After all, we are borrowing from someone else's house, so how could we not talk?"

Hou Yuzhi waved his hand away and sat up, "If I say no, I won't."

Du Zhongyuan lowered his head embarrassingly.

Hou Yuzhi slowed down her tone, but her expression was still cold: "Zhongyuan, don't worry, I won't let you live in someone else's house forever. I've already found a yard, and we can move there tomorrow."

Du Zhongyuan didn't know whether he should breathe a sigh of relief or be more nervous.

Many times, he felt that Hou Yuzhi didn't want him to associate with anyone if he could, and her desire for monopoly could even be said to be abnormal.The two have been together for nearly three years, and Du Zhongyuan feels that his principles are retreating step by step in front of Hou Yuzhi.

"Where?"

"You'll know when the time comes," Hou Yuzhi said perfunctorily, patted his butt, and said, "Honey, go get the book I haven't finished, I think I'll get up again. "

While she was reading that economics book, Du Zhongyuan was reading his own book.

"Yuzhi, are you up?" Zhao Man knocked on the door, "I have something to ask you, can you come in?"

"No, wait a minute—"

"come in."

Zhao Man pushed open the door with a playful smile on his face: "You let me in without even your clothes on, Yuzhi, aren't you afraid that Zhongyuan will be unhappy?"

Hou Yuzhi is used to sleeping naked, at the moment he is half leaning on the bedside to read a book, his pale body is like a piece of white cloth that has been placed in the sun for a long time, and it can be torn apart just by touching it.

But Zhao Man knew how powerful this woman was.

"Sister Man, stop joking."

Du Zhongyuan handed the nightgown to Hou Yuzhi in embarrassment, Hou Yuzhi got off the bed indifferently, stepped on the floor with her bare feet, walked to the full-length mirror as if no one else was there, and looked at her slender and pale body in the mirror , until Du Zhongyuan couldn't help but urge him to put on the nightgown.

Du Zhongyuan regretted not locking the door when he came in.

"What's the matter?" Hou Yuzhi lit a cigarette.

Zhao Man glanced at Du Zhongyuan and said, "Zhongyuan, Yuzhi and I have something to talk about, can you go to the study or stay there for a while?"

Du Zhongyuan went out with his book as usual.

In fact, after returning to China, he always felt very strange why Hou Yuzhi had to live in the Zhao Mansion. She was obviously not short of money, and she could afford to live in even the best hotel in Fengtian.Moreover, the relationship between her and Zhao Man may not be very good. There is a tacit understanding between them, but it is not a tacit understanding between friends, but like... comrades in arms?

Du Zhongyuan felt that he might have read too much and thought too much.

There are not many people in the Zhao residence, except for the owner Zhao Man and his wife and they who are staying here, there are only a few old ladies.And Zhao Man's husband, Xu Ming, is a soldier and has been away for many years.

He shook his head, and saw Li Ma coming over with a bowl.

"Mr. Du, the hangover soup you ordered is ready."

"give it to me."

Du Zhongyuan thought about it, but still planned to give Hou Yuzhi the hangover soup while it was hot, so he went upstairs.

The bowl was a bit hot, and before he had time to knock on the door of the bedroom, he realized that he hadn't closed the door tightly when he came out, so he pushed the door and said, "Yuzhi, I've got hangover soup, you first—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

A black muzzle pointed at his head.

Pu Guangjun's breathing was different from usual.

There was no sound on the other end of the phone at the moment, and Pu Guangjun was waiting for the person to pick up the phone.

"Hi, I'm Zhang Ziran."

Pu Guangjun hurriedly said: "Zi Ran, I am Guangjun."

"Is there a problem?"

Pu Guangjun's face became hot all of a sudden, he opened and closed his fingers unconsciously, and said, "Yes... so, the seventh day of the next month will be my wedding with An Ran, I originally planned to send the invitation directly to the Shuai's mansion , but after thinking about it, I’ll tell you in person.”

He heard a sweet smile: "Congratulations!"

Pu Guangjun said: "Can you come? Ziran, to me, you are different from other classmates. I hope to see you at my wedding."

Qing He paused and said, "Of course, and I will give you a big red envelope."

"It's fine with the red envelope, you're giving me face by coming," Pu Guangjun smiled, "After all, today is different, I thought you would simply reject me."

Qinghe said: "It's no different in my eyes, you will always be my friend."

On the seventh day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, Fengtian Hotel.

A car stopped at the entrance of the hotel, Qing He blocked the glare of the sun with one hand, and got out of the car.

Wang Yongze's hair was cut even shorter, and he no longer wears military uniforms at ordinary times, but instead wears an unremarkable uniform, but even so, the heroic majesty exuding from him is still lingering.

Pu Guangjun in a suit was standing at the entrance of the hotel, seeing Qing He patiently said: "Zi Ran, you go in first, I'll be there soon."

Pu Guangjun's current salary is not low compared to ordinary people, but it is far from being able to afford the booking fee of Fengtian Hotel. Qinghe knew who was paying for the wedding the moment he saw the invitation.

"Master Ziran, should I wait outside or...?"

Qinghe said: "You are hungry too, you won't have to go back after eating here."

Wang Yongze smiled: "This makes it neither Chinese, nor Western, nor native."

The two sat down.

Pu Guangjun obviously still had a sense of proportion, and did not publicize Qinghe Zhang Yishan's "godson" status, and only their classmates knew it well.

Zhou Lu and Pu Guangjun have the best relationship. At the wedding, they tried their best to liven up the atmosphere and help Pu Guangjun hold back the wine, while Gezi and his son-in-law Yang Mu talked to Qinghe when they were studying.

Grid glanced at Wang Yongze, and said mysteriously: "Zi Ran, this is your bodyguard, right? It looks very powerful! You are really amazing now."

Yang Mu also made an envious and jealous face: "I said, Zi Ran, what are you doing now? If there is any chance of getting rich, I would like to order it from my old classmate. Speaking of which, you have eaten my cook's cooking. the cakes."

Grid bumped him: "You remember a few pieces of broken dim sum so clearly!"

When they were in school, Qing He had been invited by Pu Guangjun to their party, but on the day they met the two Japanese, they stayed very late at Yang Mu's villa.

Qinghe said: "I'm doing business. Are you interested?"

"What business?" Yang Mu's eyes lit up: "Of course I'm interested, as long as you ask, I'll ask my dad for money when I get home."

The contract has been signed, and Qinghe doesn't intend to hide it from anyone.

"Porcelain industry, I funded and built a porcelain factory."

Gezi was shocked by the "investment" because of his patronage. Now his salary is only tens of dollars a month. Can Ziran "invest" to build a factory? !

Unlike him, Yang Mu hesitated, "Zi Ran, are you serious? I don't know anything else. This porcelain, all the porcelain in Northeast China is made by Japanese. It's not like my brother hasn't touched it a few years ago. This idea, but I gave up later, the risk is too high. You can think about it, this is not a matter of a few hundred yuan, you have to be prepared to be in vain. "

Yang Mu didn't finish his sentence.

He had vaguely heard some gossip, and he didn't take those words seriously, but as Ziran's classmate, he still didn't want to watch him stumble anyway.

When he was in school, Yang Mu had a good evaluation of Qing He. He is introverted, mild-tempered, reticent but not cowardly, not pushy but can speak eloquently in front of hundreds of people when necessary. Only people can go a long way.

If the rumors are true and Ziran's status in the commander's mansion is not as high as outsiders believe, then he will be punished after being frustrated in the business field, and the price is really too high.

Qinghe said lightly: "Don't worry, I'm prepared for this."

Yang Mu's eyes widened, and he said for a while, "Can I ask how much money you invested in?"

Are those words really false?Otherwise, how could he be so calm?Or is it that the establishment of a factory is simply the meaning of the general, and Ziran is just an executor?

Yang Mu's mind was surging.

Qinghe said: "The newcomers are here to toast, we will talk about this matter later when we have a chance."

Pu Guangjun's cheeks were flushed with alcohol, he looked at Qinghe complicatedly, and on this day when he should be very proud, he poured down a cup of wine: "Zi Ran, I'm glad you can come."

A lot of students from the language school came, the wedding was very lively, and when the atmosphere was getting higher and higher, Qing He turned his face and said: "Brother Wang, let's go back."

He had already made up his mind, and there was no point in staying any longer.

Wang Yongze nodded and stood up.

Only Grid noticed and said, "Zi Ran, let's keep in touch."

Surrounded by a group of people, Pu Guangjun glanced casually at the back of Qinghe who was leaving the hotel, and then turned his mind back to his wife and the wedding beside him.