After Wang Yi left, only the father and son of the Cen family were left in the ward, Cen Chunxuan sat on the side of his father's bed, looking at his father who was lying on the bed, with his eyes closed, and seemed to have exhausted his strength, and his heart was also very uncomfortable.

He knew his father's loyalty to the Qing court, but in the face of the general trend of the world, excessive loyalty would turn into foolish loyalty. Although Cen Chunxuan also had a certain affection for the Qing court, he was not loyal, at least after listening to the descriptions of his younger generations about the Northeast, he yearned for the life of the Northeast Autonomous Region even more.

Looking at the time, Cen Chunxuan said softly: "Father, it's time to take medicine." ”

In the carriage, Lin Tae-hee and Han Xiujing were talking, and Wang Yi was sitting in the middle, not listening to him, chirping, showing the vitality of the girl.

"Sir, I didn't expect this Cen family to be quite loyal to the Qing court." Han Xiujing's smile was like a flower, and she leaned on Wang Yi and asked.

"Loyalty?" Lin Taixi wrinkled her little nose and obviously disagreed, in her opinion, the Cen family was in a foreign country.

Seeing that the two girls had a tendency to quarrel, Wang Yi smiled and said, "Okay, stop arguing." As he spoke, he hugged the two girls in his arms.

"Then the gentleman said, who is right between me and Tae-hee?"

"All right, all right!"

To please both parties means that neither side is pleased. Both girls snorted, and their little mouths pouted.

Wang Yi didn't care, and said: "The Cen family is loyal to the Qing court, at least in Cen Yuying's eyes, the Qing court is the middle of the Celestial Empire, and we are just chaotic ministers and thieves." Although it is not enough for everyone to get and punish it, it is also because they do not have this strength. Of course, the son of the Cen family is completely different from his father, maybe he is loyal, but it is more of a rejection of the changes that have been made in his life. ”

"Sir, Tae-hee doesn't understand."

"Hmm...... How so? Wang Yi thought for a while and said, "A person's life is like a drama, and everyone is always playing their own role in life. ”

In order to calm down the two girls, Wang began to flicker hard. However, there is some truth in what he said, so the two girls don't know why, so they have to nod their heads.

"When a person is in a certain role for a long time, he becomes dependent on the surrounding environment, people, and even lifestyle, and he does not feel it. However, when there is a slight change in the surroundings, people often need to go through a period of re-adaptation. And people like Cen Yuying, who were accustomed to being feudal officials in the Qing court, naturally repelled the changes in their lives. ”

The three of them talked about the meeting, and it didn't take long for them to return to Qingyuan. Wang Yi didn't have anything to do this afternoon, but he had to get busy in the evening, because he had already informed Han Shuqi that Qingyuan would hold a banquet after dark. Naturally, the participants were leading figures in the political, military, and business circles of North Vietnam Province, as well as some deputies to the National People's Congress.

After returning to Qingyuan, Wang Yi called the housekeeper Wang Feng and asked Shen Yazhi about her life in Qingyuan. Wang Feng knew the relationship between the two, so he also understood Wang Yi's worries, so he answered very carefully. This made Wang Yi have a good impression of him, and he couldn't help but increase his trust.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was nothing to do in the afternoon, Wang Yi left Qingyuan with Lin Taixi and Chu Yuan, as well as some plainclothes guards. Han Xiujing did not follow because she was going to preside over the preparation of the dinner. Wang Yi is still very relieved of Han Xiujing's work ability, she has helped Qianjia organize many similar activities in Ningdao, and she has a lot of experience, and she will be arranged in an orderly manner.

At this time, the sky in North Vietnam was a little gloomy, and the sun was so big in the past, so I didn't come out to look for trouble at this time. The breeze is cool and very pleasant, and it is interesting to walk on the streets near Qingyuan.

Because of safety concerns, Wang Yi generally does not go to places with too dense crowds, after all, it is too difficult for his guards to protect such a place. Since the last assassination in Yingkou, Wang Yi has not been shopping, and he is afraid of death on the one hand, but more importantly, he doesn't want to make trouble for people.

Wang Yi did not leave Qingyuan too far, the nearby neighborhood looks like a typical North Vietnamese dwelling, although the old city has begun to be renovated in the past two years, but this side has obviously not entered the ranks of relocation. The new urban area is generally a six-story slab building, and the living environment should be better than the old city, but Wang Yi likes the original taste of the old city, but his preference is based on the relative inconvenience of local residents, which is somewhat harmful to others and self-interest.

There are two big trees at the corner of the street, and there are a group of old people sitting around, or playing chess, or drinking tea and chatting, children are rare, I think they are either in kindergarten or in school. Lin Taixi took Wang Yi's arm at this time, looked around, and then pointed to a building under construction in the distance, and said, "Sir, what is over there?" ”

Far away, Wang Yi is not clairvoyant, he has just started construction over there, and the shape has not yet come out, so he can't answer. At this time, an old man at the corner of the street smiled and said: "That is the Cultural Palace, and it will be built in the future, and it can be used for acting and movies." ”

The old man's voice was easy-going and spoke in Cantonese. The moment Wang Yi heard this, he seemed to have suddenly returned to the era before the time travel. Don't look at Wang Yi as a northerner, but he also knows a little about Cantonese, mainly thanks to early Hong Kong films, TV dramas and songs. Later, when I went to school, there was also a Cantonese in my bed, so I learned a little more.

Lin Taixi and the people who followed Chu Yuan next to him were confused, they naturally couldn't understand it, Cantonese was no different from a foreign language to them.

"What are the old men talking about?" Lim Tae-hee asked curiously.

"He said that there is the Palace of Culture, a place to watch movies and plays."

After answering Lin Taixi's question, Wang Yi started talking to the old man here.

"Young man, you're from the north, aren't you?"

"How does the old man know?"

"Just now I heard the accent of your voice, it's from the Northeast?"

"Yes, from Dashang."

One of the old men smiled and said, "Dashang, a very good place, I went there last year." ”

Wang Yi originally thought that these old people were all Han immigrants, but after talking, he found that there were still many old people of the Jing nationality in it. This made him a little strange, and the old people seemed to see his question, so they smiled and said: "We are neighbors, we have known each other for decades, everyone looks down and doesn't look up, and if you really encounter difficulties, you will help." As for what you think, young man, what kind of family and country, Han nationality, Jing nationality, we don't know very well. ”

"What the old people say is a big truth, getting along with people is originally the feelings of individuals to individuals, and the deep hatred of those countries is just that the society is above the individual. It cannot be said that these hatreds are meaningless, but whether or not they are really that meaningful to individuals in society is a matter of two words. ”

Wang Yi said this to Lin Taixi, and the girl naturally didn't understand it. "Sir, do you mean that without a country, people can live happier?"

"Wrong, not just the country, but all the categorical and defined positioning. To give a simple example, like the two of us. You're from North Korea, I'm from Northeast China. We lived together and one day I bullied you. Of course you don't feel good, but is this between us? ”

Lim Tae-hee nodded.

"But if one day, our problem is suddenly said by others to be Northeast people bullying North Koreans, will the contradiction suddenly be intensified a lot?"

Only then did Lin Taixi understand what Wang Yi meant.

"Many contradictions have been exacerbated in this way, and some of them are unintentional. But more of it is deliberately radicalized by some people. In order to achieve a certain goal, they do not hesitate to provoke contradictions between two places, two races, and even two countries. As for the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood after that, the corpses are scattered across the field, for them it is just a success. ”

Wang Yi's words not only made Lin Taixi fall into deep thought, but also Chu Yuan on the side.

Wang Yi suddenly laughed, grabbed Lin Taixi's small waist, and said with a smile: "Taixi, you are not Xiujing, you are not suitable for thinking about these things." ”

When Lin Taixi heard it, thought about it, nodded thoughtfully, and said, "These things are too troublesome, I really can't figure it out." ”

"Actually, this kind of thing is very simple, don't just go online. As the saying goes, if one person does things and one person does it, let's let him do it alone, and the rest of us who expand a person's behavior into a group will not do it. ”

"Hey!" The girl seemed to think that she understood a big truth, so she was very happy.

After chatting with the old people for a while, Wang Yi said goodbye and left, and wandered around the street for a while, but did not encounter anything. Seeing that the time was not early, Wang Yi took Lin Taixi and Chu Yuan back to Qingyuan, but not long after he left the street, a young couple eating spring rolls at a food stall also left.

Crossing several streets to a block, the young couple came to lead a small courtyard in the middle of nowhere, and knocked on the door a few times gently and regularly. After a while, someone in the courtyard asked, "This is not a hotel, you have to eat and go to the front." ”

"We're delivering fish sauce."

The small courtyard snorted and said, "Why did you come?" The room is almost out of steam. ”

This is the backyard of a small street restaurant, but there is a courtyard with several floors in between. Fish sauce is the main seasoning of Vietnamese cuisine, and the young husband is holding a jar in his arms. The door was opened by a middle-aged man with brown skin, and the two sides were talking in Vietnamese.

"Hurry up to the kitchen, it's waiting to be used."

"Yes!"

The husband followed the middle-aged man inside, while the wife sat quietly by the door, looking at the small alley outside the courtyard. Although he is doing simple work in his hands, his eyes are watching from time to time.

"I heard you saw a big fish today?" As he walked to the kitchen, the middle-aged man suddenly asked.

"I saw it, but there were too many small shrimp next to it, and it was difficult to start."

"If you don't do it, you don't do it. It's also good to put a long line to catch big fish. ”