There was a pot of red peony flowers by the window of Duan Qi's study, which was blooming and burning, lining the military uniform of the person holding Baizi, which was even more colorful. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Duan Qi fell down, but he was not very happy when he won the chess. His subordinates came in and handed down the newspaper, he took it and read it, threw it to Qu Shizheng in front of him, and said, "Go back to Beiping." That girl is thinking about you, and you should be considerate. ”

The headline on the newspaper was very eye-catching, "Li Zhao and other twenty people were hanged yesterday", glancing at the headline, Qu Shizheng took the newspaper and left.

Tianjin urgently called and said that his grandfather was in an urgent situation and asked him to come to Tianjin as soon as possible. I arrived overnight, but I saw my grandfather drinking tea in the middle of the living room in good spirits, waiting for him to be under house arrest.

He wanted to leave, but naturally no one could stop him, but his grandfather knocked on the crutch and said angrily: "You are not even as good as a girl!" ”

Qu Shizheng had never heard such heavy words from Duan Qi's mouth, and he immediately understood that this matter had nothing to do with idleness. She deceived herself in such a childish way, he knew that according to her temperament, she categorically refused to let herself use such a method to exchange for Fu Ping, but he didn't expect that she didn't say anything, just did it silently.

No wonder she didn't have to give her own answer that night.

He was accustomed to standing alone in front of him and charging into a high position, and her self-assertion made him feel a little strange in his heart, but it was more of the warmth of being understood and protected. With such a gentle smile and a delicate body, he was in front of him.

The newspaper in his hand had been tightly crumpled by Qu Shizheng, he closed his eyes, and walked quickly to the door: "Prepare the car, go back to Beiping." ”

The young officer behind him followed his footsteps and walked sweaty: "Young marshal, there are many people outside, all of whom are chasing from Beiping, and there are reporters with cameras, why don't you let them drive the car to the back?" ”

Qu Shizheng raised his hand and said, "No need." ”

The little officer was slightly stunned, but still replied sonorously: "Yes!" ”

In order to show its generosity and flaunt its image, the Zhang Lin government prepared thin coffins for the Communists who had been put on the gallows, expressed humanitarian concern, and decorated the burial of each martyr.

The matter of setting Fu Ping's body on fire was accompanied by Xu Guofan, who didn't shed a single tear, she only felt like a colic in her heart, holding the small urn along the way, and somehow followed Xu Guofan back to the office.

Fu Ping finally explained that Zhixian must bring her ashes back to Shanghai, and she could not sleep together in the morning and evening when she was alive, but she begged to be in a cave in the morning and evening after death.

She is a pioneer at the forefront of this era, with those "new" flaunted by democratic science, but there is also the "old" in her bones that cannot be removed, and the contradictions formed by this interweaving make her more and more obvious.

Xu Guofan didn't know how to comfort Zhixian, so he just walked silently, and as soon as Fang entered the courtyard, he bumped into Lin Yiguo, who was in a hurry to go out.

He has always been happy and angry, but now a loyal and righteous face is full of anxiety, Xu Guofan pulled him and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"The young marshal is in Tianjin, and several newspapers rushed out to write articles, saying that they were implying that they were surrendering, and I had to go and see it. You go and arrange the work first. ”

Xu Guofan was stunned for a moment, smiled reluctantly, waved his hand and let him go.

She looked up, but saw a few pale clouds in the blue sky of Beiping City, which was as picturesque as a poem, and it was a mess of beauty.

When Qu Shizheng came to the office, it was already dark.

Xu Guofan was in the office to rectify the compilation map, and when he heard the footsteps, he immediately got up and saluted: "Report to the young marshal, it will take ten minutes!" ”

He saw Qu Shizheng nodding, but he didn't answer, so he made a report and told the story of what he had done with Zhixian in the past few days, without leakage.

After hearing this, Qu Shizheng turned around and walked out of the office, but when he walked inside, he saw that the light in the attendant's room had dimmed, and it was pitch black.

He pushed the door in and turned on the light, but she was nowhere to be seen.

There was only one envelope on the empty desk, and Qu Shizheng stepped forward, and his eyes were familiar with the handwriting: Yanzhi Qinqi.

"Yanzhi, please forgive me for saying goodbye. I guess you've been very busy lately, well, I'm not disgusted with you, I'm also busy, so I'll go back to Shanghai first. ”

"To be honest, I'm also a little afraid that you will blame me for making my own decisions, if you blame me, I will ignore you!"

"What I lost, you must have asked Staff Officer Lin, you played Laipi, so I just tell you that what I lost is on you, next time we meet, you have to be careful."

The letter paper was neat and clean, except for the creases, there was not a trace of wrinkles, and it was even more difficult to see the traces of teardrops, which made his heart tug slightly. According to her idle temperament, it is just a matter of being indifferent, and she will not take it to heart no matter what, but how can a person like Fu Ping who means so much to her be able to cry and be indifferent?

There was a knock on the door of the attendant's room, and after getting Qu Shizheng's answer, Xu Guofan came in: "Young Marshal, Mr. Bai Zhutong is waiting for you outside." ”

Zhixian sat alone on the train back to Shanghai, her mind was a little trance-like, she didn't want to deceive herself and comfort herself that all this was fake, but she still didn't want to believe that Fu Ping was gone.

When she got on the gallows, she listened to Fu Ping's words and didn't watch in the crowd, but Rao was like this, the whole person seemed to be evacuated, and she didn't know what to say or do.

This state did not end until I returned to the Huang Mansion and heard that the blue and white porcelain bowl fell from the golden hair and shattered on the ground.

The golden hair kept shaking his hands, and he was a little trembling when he spoke: "Zhixian, this, this is..."

"Uncle Huang, Aunt Fu said, let me bring her back," Zhixian pinched his palms and told himself that he couldn't cry, and he held back his tears and explained the matter as it was.

Huang Jinfa closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, there was no trace of sadness, as if he had returned to the high-spirited black boss of Shanghai Tang three years ago.

"I will arrange your aunt's death, you will be Uncle Huang's daughter in the future, this Huang Mansion, you don't have to say that you want to move out, I will have you for a day, if I am gone one day, this is also your home!"

Looking at the back of Zhixian going upstairs, Huang Jinfa sighed heavily, no wonder her attitude towards Zhongzheng was not very enthusiastic at the beginning, if she had noticed it, she would not have let her out if she said anything!

The golden hair tilted his head, and two lines of tears slowly flowed down. After walking the stairs and looking back, I couldn't help but cry again, Uncle Huang was afraid that Uncle Huang would blame himself even more for Aunt Fu's matter.

His mood is probably like Zhao Wanruo treating Huang Qiao and taking all the blame on himself, but the difference is that Fu Ping followed Huang Jinfa because Huang Jinfa can understand her, so even if he knows everything, he will definitely not stop Fu Ping.

In addition to the affection of knowing each other, it is more about understanding and supporting each other, leaning on the door, remembering the sentence that Fu Ping teased her at the beginning, and when she herself met such a Mist, she knew all kinds of tastes.