Fengtian past events

When I arrived at the entrance of Manmeng Department Store, the new driver surnamed Zhang opened the door for me very politely, nodded slightly, and asked, "When will you be back, sir?"

Silently, he glanced at the closed department store not far away, but the driver surnamed Zhang didn't look sideways, as if the department store went in and out of customers as usual, just as busy as usual.

"No need, just go for a stroll, the time is uncertain. I'll call a car myself when I come back."

The new year has just begun, and some coachmen have come out to work.It's really a day's money for the family's food. If you don't work, you will be hungry.

He nodded lightly, turned around and sat back in the car, heading in the direction he came from.

He nodded with extreme restraint, just once.

The standing posture and walking posture may change, but such small details at the end of the twigs are not easy to change.

The man surnamed Zhang is a soldier.

But in the next second, he was relieved, the meaning of Narita's arrangement was self-evident.I've been too arrogant recently, and I sent one to watch overtly, but I don't know how many there are secretly.

He squeezed his neckline, put his hand into the hand muffler, and said to Tong Qingzhu, "Let's go."

I am tall and have long legs, and I can take Tong Qingzhu two or three steps in one step. He trotted all the way beside him, and after a while he was a little out of breath, exhaling white breath, but he still asked: "Master, is this person a bad guy? "

The road was covered with snow and mud, gray and black, and dirty. In some places, there were still traces of firecrackers being blown up, or the wrapping paper of firecrackers.There are very few pedestrians, most of them are servants dressed in coarse cloth, who should work for foreigners.Foreigners do not celebrate the Spring Festival, but the weather is too cold, most of them still have cats in the house to cook by the fireplace, and occasionally send people out to buy.

Listening to a child like him ask questions, I really love and hate him for his innocence.I love his innocence because he can see the world from a child's perspective. A child's world is either black or white, concise and to the point, which is really enviable.

But he is already 13 years old, and he is a teenager with independent thinking ability.

So I hate his naivety again.People who are too naive often don't live long.

"You think he's a bad guy?" I asked back, "What did he do wrong? Did he do something bad?"

Tong Qingzhu wrinkled her nose: "...No - not yet... But I just don't like him."

I stopped, and he stopped, a little puzzled.

I lowered my head to look at him: "Qingzhu, then you say, your master and I are a good guy and a bad guy?"

"Of course you are a good person!" He widened his eyes, like the cat that Yining would not let go, "You saved my sister and me, you are the best good person in the world!"

I squinted my eyes and smiled: "Really?"

He nodded vigorously, his hat was turned upside down: "Of course!"

Suddenly, I don't want him to lose his innocence.

Straightening his hat, he blushed a little, raised his hand and flicked his head, opened his legs and said, "Let's go! I'm fucking freezing to death!"

I chose to get off at Manmeng Department Store because even if the department store is not open, there are many roads to choose from, and it is not easy for people to find the destination.

I thought that Liu Guoqing should be at home hugging the pillow in a daze, but unexpectedly he was not there at all.

Tong Qingzhu's nose was running from the cold, and she raised her sleeve to wipe it: "Master, Mr. Liu is not here."

Of course I know he's not there!Where did it go?I'm still restless at home during the holidays, so I have to run outside!

Seeing that Tong Qingzhu was really freezing, her small body was dangling in the cold wind, as if it would be blown away in the next second, and then she looked up and saw a few western-style cafes on this street. The foreigner, who is not closed now, said, "Let's go to the cafe and wait."

Tong Qingzhu has become more and more used to the way of getting along with us who are not masters and servants, and he completely disappeared the uneasiness when he sat at the same table with me at first.There are few people in the shop, the tables are covered with linen tablecloths, and instead of the fashionable wall lamps that are popular in cafes, they are replaced by plastic flowers in pots, which are very fake.

We chose the booth by the window and ordered two cups of coffee. Tong Qingzhu took the initiative to ask the waiter for an extra meat sandwich.

I said, "What's so delicious about that thing?"

Tong Qingzhu smiled and said: "My sister loves to eat it! In the past, everyone else had porridge and side dishes for breakfast at home, and she was the only one who prepared bread and milk for her."

After he said this, he remembered that their siblings used to be young masters and young ladies, but now they come to my house as servants, and they don't have a spoiled temper.

I asked again: "You originally wanted to go to Fushun to find your uncle? So what are your plans now?"

By this time the coffee was served.I don't like coffee, I prefer tea, but I took a sip of it pretendingly, and then stopped touching it.

Tong Qingzhu said: "My sister wants to look for it in the spring of next year, but I don't want to. I like Mrs. Mrs. and Miss Young Master. It's good here." Shrugging her narrow shoulders, she said, "Actually, I I have never seen that uncle, but my sister has, but it was only when I was a child."

"This is the business of you two brothers and sisters," I said, "When you want to look for it, just let me know in advance."

He shook his head and said, "Either let my sister look for it, I want to stay with the old lady."

Consolation, he is a sensible child.

The sandwiches were also served, and he ate a couple of bites, which were delicious and made me hungry too.There is a glass counter at the front next to the store—it is not air-conditioned.That's right, it's freezing cold outside, but it's a natural refrigerator, probably colder than the air conditioner.

There were all kinds of western pastries in the glass counter. I stood up and went over to look at them. I rubbed the melon seeds on Tong Qingzhu's head and told him to eat slowly.

The small cake was hard and cold, and I lost my appetite after seeing it.The people at the counter looked at me at first, but then they stopped looking and continued to keep their heads down to keep accounts.

Just as he was about to turn around and go back, he only looked up and saw a very familiar figure passing by across the road.The next moment, an empty tram came slowly, bang, bang, and then blocked the line of sight.

Ignoring Tong Qingzhu, he pushed the door and ran to the opposite street, shouting in his mouth, "Liu Guoqing!"

He had already reached the corner, I hurried to follow, and shouted again: "Liu Guoqing!"

The tram next to him made an extremely harsh noise, and the wheels scraped the rails and rolled up black slush.

He stood still at the corner of the street. I thought he heard my shout, but I saw him beckoning to stop the tram. After getting on the tram, there were only five people including the driver.

I saw him buy a ticket and sit in an ordinary seat, surrounded by a middle-aged man in a black cloak and a cotton cap.Both of them kept their eyes straight, and from my angle, I couldn't see whether their lips were moving.But sitting together when there are so many empty seats is itself suspicious.

The tram moved forward slowly.

I stood at the corner where he had just stood, panting slightly, and was at a loss at that moment.

Everyone has secrets.I have it too.He must have too.

Tong Qingzhu's panting voice came from behind: "Master! You ran so fast that you almost missed you."

I ignored him, still looking in the direction where the tram disappeared.

Tong Qingzhu was still saying, "Master, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing," he swallowed, looked away, and said to him, "Let's go home."

"Ah? Aren't you going to ask Mr. Liu to eat dumplings?"

"He's not here." After a pause, he couldn't help but look in the direction of the tram, took a deep breath, and felt dizzy from pulling the back of his head, "It's no good for him."

When I got home, it happened that the women were going to the Taiqing Palace to pray for blessings for the coming year.That's what women do, so Vogt and I stayed home.

Because of my younger sister, I can't be too indifferent to this foreign devil, but I really can't get close.He must also think so, so there is nothing to say.

At this time, Uncle Liu came down to watch tea.He treated Vogt fairly well, or rather, the family, except for me, seemed to recognize this foreign uncle.

After watching them talking and laughing coldly for a moment, Uncle Liu turned his head and said, "Young Master, Boss Zou from Shunjisi House just sent someone to send some pieces of material, saying it was a gift."

A dull pain in the head.This guy surnamed Zou showed his head whenever he had nothing to do, as if he was everywhere.I will never forget his neurotic manner in the Yamato Hotel!

"Accept it," I gritted my teeth with a cold face, "we will take all the things he sends in the future, and we will not return the gift."

Uncle Liu was stunned for a moment: "This is not good..."

"What's wrong? If he dares to send it, we dare to pick it up."

Vogt interrupted: "Don't you Chinese have a lot of etiquette?"

"Shut up." He glanced at him, "What about us Chinese has something to do with you?"

"Master!" Uncle Liu frowned disapprovingly, and then said to Vogt, "Would you like some snacks?"

Vogt snorted.

I ignored him, and the images of Liu Guoqing and Boss Zou appeared alternately in my head, and I couldn't shake them off.

Uncle Liu is a stubborn old man with a tight mouth, no matter how he insinuates, he never misses a little bit about my Ama. Maybe it's easier to start with Zou Shengzu.For that concise and easy-to-understand jingle, he and Mr. Luo must know something better.Anyway, it's not that simple behind the scenes.

Zou Shengzu, this muddy water, I'm sure.

Thinking about it this way, he ordered: "Prepare the gift in two days—no, no need. Tomorrow, I will send a greeting card to Boss Zou, and I will come to thank you personally later."

As he spoke, he glared at Vogt fiercely.

Uncle Liu smiled and said, "Okay, I'll get someone to prepare it."

The author has something to say: the back of the head hurts when you pull it out: just eat or take a big mouthful of cold things/cold air, the back of your head hurts from ice..._(:з」∠)_