The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

In a blink of an eye, it was January 1928, 1, New Year's Eve.

Whether it is this year or previous years, or even a few decades ago, the history of suffering that has occurred in this land over the years, which can be called being invaded, has indeed made the people of this land look sad and humble.

Therefore, Caucasian people are very surprised why today, their yellow skin, which has always been weather-beaten, can be called a new look with a little energy.

In the Xu family, Mr. Zhang Qiuren was using his character of preaching, accepting karma and dispelling doubts, explaining the Spring Festival in China to Colonel Alto, the only Caucasian present.

Colonel Alto clarified again and again that he understood the most important festival in China, Zhang Qiuren still said beamingly: "Actually, at this age, what is there to be happy about even if it is Chinese New Year?"

"In such years and months, life is always going on day by day. The poor eat their last meal without the next meal, but those who can eat are counting their days. No one knows when you white people and Japanese will be able to withdraw their troops. , If you don't leave for a day, we will see no hope."

"Hope this kind of thing—"

Zhang Qiuren opened his arms, and made a gesture with both hands to imply infinite length: "It is the flame in the human heart, which is what you Westerners call the light of the soul."

"Once a person loses hope in his heart, he loses his vigor and vitality. Although he is alive, if he lives without hope, he is just alive."

Everyone present knew why the Huaxia people could not see hope these years.Colonel Aalto could hardly hold back the polite gentleman's smile, thinking that the Chinese man in front of him was criticizing him.

Both Xu Shaoting and Shen Ling looked at Zhang Qiuren from the side, thinking to themselves that if this action was performed by a young girl, it would probably be as graceful as a slender water bird spreading its wings.

It's just that Mr. Zhang Qiuren has gained weight recently, his waistline has grown, and the weight is all concentrated on his stomach. In addition, for the Chinese New Year, he specially ordered a maroon gown.

When making the order, I thought Mr. Zhang Qiuren hadn't gained weight yet, so it was tailored according to the original waistline.Now Mr. Zhang Qiuren has a protruding belly, and wearing this slightly compact purplish red long gown, one has to sigh that it matches very well.

It really looks like a big red date with a fat belly.

Colonel Aalto gave a very perfunctory "Yes", since he was not familiar with Zhang Qiuren anyway, he simply looked at the two youngest young people present.

Zhang Qiuren did not let him go, it seemed that he was a high-ranking white officer who had never seen him alive, and he insisted on pestering Aalto.

Alto explained that he is proficient in Chinese language and culture, so he can no longer pretend that he does not understand Chinese, so he has no choice but to pretend to be a snake with the fat date in front of him.

Xu Shaoting and Shen Lingjun looked on, gloating a little.

Xu Yanran came down from upstairs, yawned, looked at these old and young men, smiled slightly, and rolled her eyes again when her eyes fell on Aalto's face.

As soon as she appeared on the stage, Zhang Qiuren and Artuo both looked happy, and they rushed to greet her first.

Xu Yanran ignored no one, only glanced at Shen Lingjun in her cashmere pajamas, and said with a smile, "According to your mother's entrustment, I invite you to come to celebrate the New Year together, so as to save you from being alone in a foreign country." , It's so pitiful."

"It's fine if you come to the door alone." Xu Yanran rolled her eyes again, "Why did you bring a bottle of oil?"

Shen Lingjun couldn't deny that, as his superior, Aalto came to the door with his reason, and the excuse was exactly the same as his.

It's just that Shen Lingjun was also on the way today, and said euphemistically: "Although I am a British citizen, I am a Chinese by blood. I have celebrated Chinese festivals since I was a child. Why do you, a serious British white man, celebrate the Spring Festival? Isn't that inappropriate?"

Then I heard Aalto answer him confidently: "I still can't experience the traditional Chinese culture?"

Experience the ex-wife's home?

Shen Lingjun thought in his heart at the time, if it wasn't for the education he received since he was a child, he really wanted to imitate Xu Yanran and give Aalto a pair of big roll eyes.

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At the right time, Mrs. Zhang poked her head out of the kitchen and saw Xu Yanran getting up, so she asked her if she wanted to make dumplings together.

Eating dumplings during Chinese New Year is a tradition in the north. Locals in Shanghai don’t eat dumplings. They mainly serve local dishes during Chinese New Year. On the first day of the new year, a bowl of glutinous rice balls is a must for the first meal.However, counting three generations back, the Xu family moved from the north to settle in Shanghai.

After the land took root, the descendants married many daughters-in-law in the south, so the New Year's Eve dinner came from the southeast to combine.Therefore, it is also very troublesome to do.

The white housekeeper was helpless about this matter, so Mrs. Zhang and a local servant could only fight in this matter.When Xu Yanran was called out by Mrs. Zhang, she thought of making dumplings with fillings and making Shanghai local dishes. When she walked to the kitchen, she realized that it was all troublesome.

Then he pointed out bluntly: "Why don't these old men go to the kitchen? Now that equality between men and women is advocated, how many of them just sit there and wait for dinner?"

Mrs. Zhang said: "Young Court doesn't know how to cook, so entering the kitchen will add to the chaos. The rest of you are guests, besides..."

Mrs. Zhang lowered her voice: "Then the white man can make dumplings for Chinese food?"

Then I don't know what picture I thought of, and I showed an expression that I couldn't describe.

Xu Yanran: "Of course not. Shao Ting has a pen in his hand, so he shouldn't be in the kitchen."

The remaining two are guests, not to mention that Zhang Qiuren and Shen Ling are not people who know how to cook.

Xu Shaoting was ashamed when he heard that, he stood up and stroked his sleeves and said, "I still know how to wash and choose vegetables."

Mrs. Zhang and Xu Yanran said together: "I don't need you."

Shen Lingjun stood up and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, exposing a section of his pale forearm.Under the surprised eyes of everyone, he smiled happily and said, "I am single and wandering outside all year round, so cooking has naturally become a necessary skill."

When Mrs. Zhang saw Shen Lingjun talking like this, the tall and thin young man came, she quickly refused, and said in a good voice: "The kitchen is all women's work, how can I let you—"

Xu Yanran interrupted her with a giggle, and said very bluntly: "You can't be used to wash and choose vegetables. Since you can cook, can you chop vegetables? Can you make dumplings?"

"Cutting vegetables is considered proficient."

"Make dumplings..." Shen Lingjun hesitated for a while, and replied modestly, "It shouldn't be difficult to learn."

So far, Xu Shaoting didn't see Shen Lingjun again until ten o'clock in the evening.

Now, there are only three males left in the living room, old, middle and young.

Zhang Qiuren pestered Artaud to ask him about the life of the British aristocrats, his words were full of curiosity.

Aalto wanted to chat a little more with his cheap nephew Xu Shaoting, and asked some Yanran's recent situation, such as how his relationship was, by tapping on the side.

Xu Shaoting sat on the sofa in the living room bored, and even missed his younger sister Zhenzhen who hadn't returned home, and hoped that the little girl would come back from her classmate's house as soon as possible. .

But fortunately, the Chinese New Year is approaching, and people in China are immersed in the traditional concept of the new year and new atmosphere. The Xu family finally received a telegram from Xu Huaiqing two days ago, which made the always atheist Shaoting feel relieved and happy. Everyone sighs, is it really the good luck brought by the New Year?

Xu Huaiqing's telegram was not long, only a few lines:

The body is unharmed, everything is safe, and continue to go north.

It's a pity that I can't make it in time to go home for the New Year, so Yanran will make more red envelopes for Shaoting and Shaozhen on my behalf.

When spring begins, it's time to go back to the Shanghai stock market.

A hundred years ago without the Internet and smartphones, a short telegram across half of China was the fastest and fastest way to communicate in this era.

Everyone in the Xu family breathed a sigh of relief. Although the adults didn't say anything, Xu Shaoting could tell that even Zhenzhen, who was heartless and naive, felt a sigh of relief.The young girl also understands very well that in this era, a person who has lost contact for a long time often means the most unacceptable possibility.

A short telegram, although short but complete in elements, blows away the dark clouds that hang over the heads of everyone in the Xu family, and allows the big family to have a good New Year.

Zhang Qiuren babbled incessantly in his ear, the Shanghai market outside was cold and windy, the fireplace was lit indoors, the warm breath was filled with the aroma of pine wood, suddenly it was like a lazy and warm spring day.

Xu Shaoting leaned on the sofa and followed Ruchun's breath, distracted openly, it was the words that Aalto said suddenly, which suddenly cleared his mind.

I don't know why the topic changed suddenly during Zhang Qiuren's nagging, and Aalto mentioned casually: "I still heard from Mr. Wangyue from the Bureau of the Ministry of Industry that Mr. Xu hit a wall in Peiping, but he also got his immediate superior, Mr. Zhu, the Minister of Foreign Affairs. , I went north with the Deputy Chief of the Overseer Office, and I heard that I got a military post, which can be regarded as a high promotion."

"Mochizuki Saburo?"

Aalto looked at Xu Shaoting, nodded and replied: "It's him, I forgot, you seem to know each other."

Xu Shaoting was silent for a moment, then asked: "Why did my father go north?"

Aalto laughed and said, "You don't know? The three northern provinces were the first pilots of the education reform, so it's naturally for this matter."

"Then why did you get a military job?"

Aalto wanted to say that the situation in the three northern provinces was not optimistic, so Xu Huaiqing was "resigned in danger".

But since Xu Huaiqing's telegram didn't even mention it, why should he mislead others and make Xu Huaiqing's family not have a good year.

So he evaded and replied: "I don't know about that."

After answering, but did not wait for the rest of the voice, I saw the 17-year-old boy staring at him with dark eyes.

Against the child's fair complexion, the dark pupils were even more deep and serene.

Aalto faced this gaze directly, only smiling calmly.But he thought in his heart, why is he like a little "ghost", the Xu family, he seems to only like Xu Yanran, and he can't love the house and the black.