Old Movies of the Republic of China II

Zhang Zheng has become more and more used to wearing military uniforms since he was in the lecture hall, and the original clothes in the closet have not been touched much.

"Smith wants to make two suits for you," Qing He smiled softly, "I think so too, autumn is coming, you can't always wear military uniforms."

"You don't like it?"

Qinghe shook her head, "It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I still need two regular clothes."

Zhang Zheng nodded with his finger on the back of his hand, and said, "Listen to you."

After returning from the battlefield full of gunpowder, such a homely conversation made Zhang Zheng feel very relaxed.

The porcelain factory will arrive soon.

Zhang Zheng and Qing He got out of the car one after the other, Qing He's hand was still pinched by Zhang Zheng, he didn't break free, after doing so much, all he wanted was to be able to stand beside Zhang Zheng calmly, Don't be afraid of the eyes of others.

"Zi Ran," Hou Yuzhi approached gracefully, stretched out his hand towards him, and then turned his gaze to Zhang Zheng, "This is Major General Zhang, right? I've heard of you for a long time. I'm Hou Yuzhi, and you must have heard Qinghe say called my name."

Zhang Zheng nodded his chin and shook hands with her.

Du Zhongyuan quickly stretched out his hand, and said nervously, "Major General, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhang Zheng looked at him carefully, with a faint smile on his face, "You don't have to be so polite, you two have returned to China after your studies, and build the Northeast, it's very good."

The contractor for the construction of the porcelain factory was the brother-in-law of Section Chief Zhang of the Education Department. Mrs. Zhang helped Du Zhongyuan and his wife a lot after they returned to China, and even introduced them to Qinghe. Reciprocate.

Walking around the dusty factory, Hou Yuzhi suggested that if the major general is not busy, why not have a cup of coffee together, Zhang Zheng paused and said, "Next time."

Zhang Zheng and Zhang Zheng got into the car, Wang Yongze winked and said nothing, and just started the car.

Zhang Zheng frowned and looked at Qing He, "Unhappy? Why haven't you spoken?"

Qing He pursed her lips and turned her face away, saying: "No."

"I can't tell if you're happy or not? I walked around the factory, and I haven't said five words before and after. Is this how you usually talk to people?"

Qinghe felt aggrieved and awkward in her heart, she turned her head and refused to look at him.

Zhang Zheng pinched his chin and forced his face to his side, frowning, and said, "You're getting more and more tempered, and you're going wild after socializing too much?"

"I didn't!" Qinghe couldn't help retorting.

Zhang Zheng said coldly: "No? Think for yourself, when did you dare to speak to me like that?"

Wang Yongze thought for a while, but he still didn't drive to Smith's clothing store, but went directly back to the Marshal's Mansion.To be honest, he also felt awkward, seeing Qing He talking and laughing happily with others in the past few months, he was really not used to seeing him "low-spoken" in front of Zhang Zheng at first.

The car stopped, and Zhang Zheng got out of the car with a cold face, without saying a word.

Wang Yongze said cautiously: "Qinghe, don't take it to heart, you know how young and old have this temper."

Qing He calmed down and said: "It's nothing, I know it well."

He also got out of the car and walked to the bed by instinct.

Ying'er held him back in the corridor, and said cautiously: "Master Qinghe, the eldest young master seems to be in a bad mood, you'd better stay away and talk about it after his anger subsides."

Qinghe shook her head, but still went back to her room.

Zhang Zheng was indeed in the room, his military boots were on the footstool, and the military belt around his waist was untied, and he was holding it in one hand, tapping the palm of the other hand one after another.

Qinghe closed the door, stood at the door and stared fixedly at the belt.

Zhang Zheng didn't even look at him.

Qinghe sighed in his heart, still took off his thin windbreaker, walked over, half knelt beside him, and said softly: "Young Master, it's my fault."

The sound of the belt hitting the palm of the hand stopped.

Qinghe said: "I really didn't lose my temper with you, but I just felt uncomfortable, and I was afraid that saying the wrong thing would make you unhappy."

Zhang Zheng lowered his eyes halfway, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Qing He lowered her head and said with a wry smile: "Hou Yuzhi is... a very attractive woman, Young Master, I remember you like her the most. When you were in the factory, you talked very happily with her."

Zhang Zheng lifted his chin with a belt, his dark eyes were as cold as a pool, "Xiaohe Miaoer, do you love you so much, you have even forgotten your own identity? You can drink this vinegar?"

Qinghe's face turned pale.

The words from Zhang Zheng's thin lips are more hurtful than sharp blades: "I am willing to hug you, but you can't make me unhappy. What should be said and what should not be said, what should be done and what should not be said Do, you don't know? I raise you to make myself happy, if you make me unhappy, what's the use of raising you, huh?"

Qinghe responded after a long time, saying: "I know."

His voice was not choked up, but very calm, as if subconsciously he had already anticipated what he was with Zhang Zheng.

In the past, he tried countless times to find evidence that he cared about himself in Zhang Zheng's casual sentence, and he secretly jumped for joy again and again, but those were just his conjectures and fantasies, even he himself knew it.

He wanted Zhang Zheng to really see him.

Wang Xinyi's complexion was not very good-looking, there were two bruises hanging under her eyes, and her clothes were crumpled. She was nestling on the sofa and dangling a glass of wine.

Zhang Jinxin said: "Xinyi, it's been five months since I went to fight. Why do you look worse than me? Could it be that some little goblin sucked your energy?"

Wang Xinyi didn't bother to talk to him, "Fuck you."

Zhang Jinxin stretched his waist. He just lay down at home for the past few days, and this was the first day he came out.

Today he was the host and invited many friends to gather together. Wang Xinyi arrived at Zhang's mansion early in the morning, and he was shaken up by this bastard before he woke up.

"Come on, what's the point of getting me up so early?" Zhang Jinxin yawned and said, "I told you it was ten o'clock when I called yesterday. It's not even eight o'clock now." arrive."

The club that Zhang Jinxin had booked didn't even open at this time. As soon as Zhang Jinxin called, the manager got up in his sleep and came to entertain the two in person. The waiters were all called over temporarily.

Wang Xinyi put down her wine glass and leaned forward, "Jin Xin, are we friends?"

Zhang Jinxin's pupils shrank, and then he smiled calmly: "What are you talking about, of course we are friends."

Wang Xinyi snorted, "Why do I feel that your nostrils are up to the sky when you come back from a victorious battle?"

"Don't wrong me! I haven't thought about it that way. Besides, what's the point of winning a battle, what's the point of winning by beating Qian Xifu? It's no wonder we can't win with his broken guns."

Wang Xinyi coughed twice and said, "Jin Xin, I won't hide it from you. I got into a little trouble and I don't want my family to know. I hope you can help me."

Of course, it wouldn't be a small trouble to make him speak.

Zhang Jinxin paused, "Say it."

Wang Xinyi leaned on the sofa and said in a low voice, "Opium is really going to kill me."

Zhang Jinxin's complexion changed, and he couldn't believe it: "Are you still smoking that thing? The commander-in-chief has personally issued a smoking ban, and you still dare to smoke!"

Wang Xinyi smiled wryly, "I don't know what's going on. After you left, I originally planned not to touch each other again, but slowly started to smoke again."

"You won't come to me just for smoking opium," Zhang Jinxin calmed down, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Wang Xinyi sighed and said: "That day, I was burning cigarettes in a smokehouse I was used to. I don't know what happened. When I woke up, I saw a person lying next to me covered in blood."

Zhang Jinxin's expression slowly sank, "Did you kill someone?"

"Where do I remember clearly? It was so foggy back then, who could still see what was going on in front of me?"

"Tell me, who is that person?"

Wang Xinyi covered her face with one hand, "Do you remember that Liu Meng has an older brother?"

Zhang Jinxin stood up abruptly, walked back and forth a few times anxiously, and said, "Let me tell you what to say! Zhang Zheng and I kept trying to persuade you, stop smoking, that thing is deadly, and you still fucking smoke it!" I figured it out, I tell you, it's too late!"

He was angry.

Wang Xinyi moved her hand away weakly, and looked at him with gloomy eyes, "Jin Xin, I know, I made a big mistake. But now is not the time for you to be angry, you have to help me."

Zhang Jinxin said coldly: "How can I help you? Can I make Liu Xi not care about his son's life?"

Wang Xinyi tightened her clothes with trembling hands.

After all, it was a friendship from childhood to adulthood, even though Zhang Jinxin knew that he was self-inflicted, he couldn't bear to look at him like this, "When did he die?"

Wang Xinyi: "...yesterday."

Zhang Jinxin said angrily: "What the hell happened to you came to me today!"

Wang Xinyi showed a pale smile: "It was very late when the accident happened, and I stayed up all night, staring at the blood on his body. I don't even know how I could make a living person like that. Jin Xin, I don't want to die , my daughter is still young, what will happen to her if I die?"

"Why don't you think about her when you fucking smoke opium?!"

Zhang Jinxin wanted to punch him in the face, "He's still in the den? How did you do it? Did anyone see it?"

Wang Xinyi said: "I have a private room in the smoking hall. He must have gone to my private room by mistake. No one saw me. I locked the door and ordered the waiter not to allow anyone to enter."

Zhang Jinxin smelled a strong smell at the entrance of the smoke hall, and covered his mouth and nose with disgust.

Wang Xinyi said awkwardly, "This is it."

Zhang Jinxin didn't have much time to reprimand him why he didn't bring him here right away in the morning, instead he went to the clubhouse for two hours.

At the door of the private room, Wang Xinyi waved back the sleepy waiter and opened the door cautiously.

"Hold!"

Zhang Jinxin cursed.

Wang Xinyi turned her face away, unwilling to see the corpse, but Zhang Jinxin stepped forward and lifted the felt cloth that was wrapped around his body a little bit, put his hands on his neck and probed, his eyebrows twitched and said: "He is really dead."

Wang Xinyi slipped and fell to the ground with her head in her arms, crying.