Old Movies of the Republic of China II

Ten days before the opening of Xinmin Kiln Company, the Marshal's Mansion distributed invitations widely, and all the famous families in Fengtian Mansion were invited to attend the banquet where the Marshal officially recognized Zhang Ziran as his godson.

"Otherwise, should I still wear a suit?" Qing He said awkwardly, "Does this look too casual?"

Standing behind him, Zhang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Qing He in the mirror.

Qinghe is almost there, his hair has grown a bit longer than before, and his head has also grown, reaching to his shoulders.In the mirror, Qing He looked as if she was leaning on his arms.

Zhang Zheng signaled the maids to back out, put his hands on Qing He's shoulders, and met his eyes in the mirror, "Are you nervous?"

Qinghe nodded honestly: "It's a little bit, but it's okay. Zheng, do you think I should change into a suit?"

Zhang Zheng was wearing a neat military uniform, but he was wearing a robe that didn't look so formal. Qing He pulled the cuffs awkwardly. Would others despise him because of his age?

Zhang Zheng said: "This body is very good."

Qing He looked back at him: "Really?"

Zhang Zheng nodded.

Compared with shirts and trousers, the traditional robe is the most suitable for him. This light blue robe perfectly shows Qinghe's slender waistline, making him look much taller than he actually is.

"Where are you when I kneel later?"

"Beside you, after you kowtow, I will lead you to recognize someone."

Qing He usually gets acquainted with some officials' wives. In fact, he doesn't need to know many military officers and dignitaries. That is the matter of Zhang Yishan and Zhang Zheng, father and son. Zheng still had to take him to call someone again.

Qinghe took a deep breath and said, "Yes."

Zhang Zheng took a step forward and hugged him behind his back, "You just need to remember that I am by your side to accompany you."

Qing He looked in the mirror, the handsome officer's chin rested on the top of his head, his usually indifferent expression softened, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, his handsome face warmed his heart.

Qinghe raised her hand, pressed Zhang Zheng's wrist with her backhand, and said seriously: "I will remember."

In his current position, it is impossible for Zhang Yishan to easily recognize his son, Qinghe is the first time in the world.The entire Shuai Mansion was busy on the day when the invitation was sent out, inviting theatrical troupe, inviting the chef, hanging red silk, and preparing all the things, it was very lively.

When Zhang Zheng came out with Qinghe, all the guests had already arrived. Zhang Yishan and a few old buddies were talking affectionately and eating fruit together, while Susie and a few concubines were sitting on the sofa chatting with a group of officials and wives. Son.

"Hey, you two are here." Mrs. Wu beckoned, "Zheng, come here, come here."

Zhang Zheng sat down beside her, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and handed them to Qing He, "Fifth Aunt told me to do something?"

Mrs. Fifth smiled and said, "It's nothing to call you, but I just want to get a closer look at Ziran because she looks good today. Ziran, your long gown looks really elegant, like a little scholar."

The ladies all laughed.

Su Qian said with a smile: "Old Wu, you are really right. If the Qing Dynasty hadn't disappeared, Ziran would have been able to be a scholar. Zheng'er is a swordsman and a gun all day long, and he has no interest in studying. Ziran Ran is different, no matter when he is always holding a book in his hand, when he is looking at the book, sometimes he can't say no!"

Mrs. Zhang vacated a piece of land beside her for Qinghe to sit down, and said with a smile: "You two sons are both literate and martial, which makes people enviable."

Qinghe smiled lightly and said: "Mrs. Zhang, don't close your eyes and praise me. How can I compare with the young master? He not only knows how to fight, but also reads more books than me."

The fifth wife said: "Zheng, look at Ziran, is he still calling you young master at this time? Shouldn't he be calling you elder brother?"

Zhang Zheng glanced at Qing He, and said with a half-smile, "It's not too late to call after you kowtow."

"Ziran is good everywhere, but he's too well behaved." Susie smiled.

"Ma'am, it's almost time. The handsome man told you and the two young masters to come over." Chun'er also looked beaming.

Susie stood up and took Qinghe's hand, "Then let's go, Ziran, don't be nervous for a while, you know?"

Qinghe let out an "hey", everyone stood up and walked towards the yard together.

Zhang Yishan was wearing a long robe and jacket, with a friendly smile on his face. Standing in front of the crowd, facing a loudspeaker, he cleared his throat first, and then said: "Everyone is here today to save face for me, Zhang. I keep it in my heart. As for me, I have a hard time with a child. With only a son like Zhang Zheng, this won’t work. It’s too lonely. My wife and I want to recognize a godson. It’s hard to choose a godson. Good quality, and second, he must have ability! What is ability? I, Zhang Yishan, am a warrior, but the people I respect most in my life are scholars. You see, my army is full of illiterate bosses, is this okay? No!"

Zhang Zheng snorted, "He always wants to say these routines again."

Qing He looked up at him with pursed lips, and said, "The handsome man also wanted to let everyone know that he respects intellectuals, Zheng, some people wrote him and you in the newspapers in a bad way, saying that it will be difficult for you warriors to rule the country." long."

Zhang Zheng's face showed a bit of hostility: "Which newspaper dares to publish it? I want them to know what a martial artist is."

"Which newspaper is not important, the important thing is that there are not a few people who think so, you can't silence everyone." Qinghe squeezed Zhang Zheng's hand lightly where no one else could see, and said: " Don't worry, this problem will be resolved gradually."

"... Everyone knows that I, Zhang Yishan, spent all my family money to build Northeastern University. Why? There are so many schools in Japan, and they are begging me to let me send students to their schools. Why don't I send them? How can I? Send! That's not our own school! We have to have our own school to train our own talents in the Northeast, we can't rely on them!"

Qing He whispered: "Young Master, are there no Japanese coming today?"

Zhang Zheng smiled, rubbed his fingers in his palm, and said, "No. The Japanese killed by Hou Yuzhi looks very big. Daisuke Matsumoto said that he would not go to the commander's residence until he found the murderer."

"Ah?" Qing He knew that he would never find the "murderer", "Then what should I do?"

"What should I do? He talked too much. When did my dad take it seriously? In the end, I will find someone to take the blame. Does he know whether it is true or not?"

"Then Hou Yuzhi promised to do something for you?"

"Zi Ran, come over quickly, the commander-in-chief is calling for you." Fifth Mrs. squeezed over, took Qing He's hand and brought him to Zhang Yi Shan's side.

Zhang Yishan cleared his throat again, held his wrist, and raised his voice: "This is Ziran, my godson of Zhang Yishan, a scholar! From now on, he and Zhang Zheng will be my sons, The reason I brought him to meet you is also so that we won't flood the Dragon King Temple in the future, don't you think?"

Everyone laughed.

The most crucial part of this banquet was the kowtow. Zhang Yishan and Su Xi sat at the main seats, a futon was placed on the ground, and Chun'er carried a wooden tray with two teacups on it.

Qing He raised the hem of his shirt, knelt down in front of Zhang Yishan, kowtowed seriously, then took the teacup, raised his head respectfully, and said, "Godfather, please drink tea."

Zhang Yishan hummed, took a sip, put it on the table casually, and said with a kind smile: "From now on, you will be my son, Zhang Yishan."

Qinghe served tea to Susie again, Susie drank it, helped Qinghe up with a smile, and said: "Okay, get up quickly, I've called the master, and our family will take a picture."

Zhang Yishan and Su Xi were sitting, Qinghe and Zhang Zheng were standing behind them, the photographer buried his head in the thick cloth that blocked the light, the chalk powder exploded with a bang, and the most powerful father and son in Northeast China were frozen in place on the photo.

After taking the photo, Zhang Zheng took Qinghe to greet the uncles and uncles. Qinghe was very courteous and had known these people before, so no matter who they were, he could immediately recall their positions, and some could even recall their positions. Say likes and dislikes.

Zhang Zheng's military uniform was tall and straight, while Qinghe was wearing a robe. Many elders patted Zhang Zheng's shoulders, laughed and said, don't bully your younger brother in the future, he is not as strong as you.

Zhang Zheng embraced Qinghe's shoulders, raised his eyebrows and said, "I, Zhang Zheng, am just such a younger brother, how could I bully him? Sir, to tell you the truth, if anyone dares to bully Ziran in the future, I will be the first to ask for it." His life."

Qing He's ears were slightly warm. Most of the people present probably knew what kind of relationship he had with Zhang Zheng. Zhang Zheng said this, which really made him feel ashamed.

The man was startled, and laughed even harder: "Zheng, I didn't expect you to be so caring. Uncle, open your eyes, open your eyes, hahaha."

He blinked at Qing He ambiguously, and said: "Zi Ran, Zhang Zheng has a bad temper since he was a child. If he bullies you, tell him, I will definitely teach him a lesson!"

The wine tables were filled with Zhang Yishan's meeting hall and the courtyard of the commander-in-chief's mansion. Qinghe followed Zhang Zheng and shouted for a long time. This is Lu Chengzhi, the governor of Heilongjiang Province. Big Brother had to be called Uncle, Qinghe was really afraid that he would not be able to remember, so he secretly decided to write it down on a piece of paper when he went back, and he had to memorize it by heart.

People say that if you are poor, no one cares about you in the busy city, and if you are rich, you have distant relatives in the mountains. Qing He smiled wryly and thought, there is nothing to do about it.

Zhang Zheng glanced at him, "Tired?"

Qinghe sighed, "It's okay, but if you keep shouting, I'm going to faint."

Zhang Zheng pulled him into the small hall, peeled an orange for him, and comforted him: "You don't need to write down all these people, some of them don't need to be written down."

Qinghe nodded and said, "Hou Yuzhi, you haven't told me yet, has she agreed?"

"Let's go see her after dinner and take a break. My adjutant is watching them in person, and we can't run away."