Xu Xuzhi

Chapter 64 Yan Er
Although the Ning faction headed by Ning Zheng has already made the decision to change the banner three months later, there are still many specific tasks resulting from this.

Among them, the most difficult and most likely to cause turmoil is the issue of disarmament: due to the years of military campaigns by the old man, the military expenditure is huge. The former director of the Finance Department of Fengtian Province and the supervisor of the official bank account, and the former governor Wang Minyuan, forged through more than ten years of painstaking efforts. Ning Zheng's wealthy family has also been exhausted, and the people's livelihood is in urgent need of recuperation; and now, the number of Ning troops who have retreated outside the pass is as high as 45. After collective consultation with the staff, Ning Zheng made a decision to disarm 15 troops.

Since ancient times, disarmament has been the most hated job. Many soldiers count on fighting to provide them with food, drink, prostitution, gambling, and gambling. Therefore, Ning Zheng simply cut down from the third and fourth armies he brought up, and Ji Song In addition, Ning Zheng served as the principal directly after graduating from the martial arts lecture hall, and has established teacher-student friendship with many Ning army officers. It is also useful for the principal to speak.

Others who were originally dissatisfied saw that the commander-in-chief's personal soldiers accepted the dispatch without saying a word, so they had nothing to say. They either went home with a generous severance package or went with their old boss. Xing'an Mountain Reclamation Army; either go to the police station to be a policeman; those with high qualifications enter the lecture hall to continue their studies in preparation for dispatch.

The smooth disarmament of Ning's army was beyond the imagination of many people, and many people were deeply impressed by Ning Zheng's great appeal in the army.

It was another early morning in August. Feng Jiu woke up early in the morning, thinking that she had just received the news yesterday that Feng Ling had successfully been admitted to Nankai University to major in electronic engineering. able enough.

Then the smile faded away, and she started counting with her fingers how many days until school started. She had had enough——Ning Zheng felt that he had been at a disadvantage for three years or something, did he make up for it?
After getting up, she frowned even more when she saw a bowl of jelly porridge that Wu Ma had prepared at Ning Zheng's request.

After taking a few mouthfuls, the taste is still good, but I can't resist eating it every day; also, when I think of Ning Zheng's purpose of letting me eat it, hum, no matter how delicious it is, Feng Jiu can still say it is hard to swallow.

In the evening, due to the smooth handling of military affairs and government affairs recently, Ning Zheng came back again.That's great, the sooner you get back...

Feng Jiu felt that he had tried his best.

Although she is not an ignorant woman and child, she is curious about the knowledge of men and women and has studied it less seriously, but theory and practice are two different things; moreover, she feels isolated and helpless-although the atmosphere of the Republic of China is becoming more and more open, Fengjiu has not yet reached the point where she can ask herself Discussing sexual affairs with her girlfriends unscrupulously, even though she has two married girlfriends.

Although there is no comparison, she has to admit that, except for the first time when Ning Zheng was slightly rough with anger, she was neither inconsiderate nor intolerant afterwards.

Even though his body has been stretched into a bow, he can always coax her patiently and comfort her tenderly, until he is sure that she has softened into a ball of mud and melted into a puddle of water, and then he begins to attack the city fiercely.

Moreover, there are few husbands in the world who can endure two years of marriage without consummating the marriage with their wives: since Feng Jiu doesn't feel that this is a humiliation to himself as a wife, then it must be a humiliation to the husband.

Especially Ning San, who used to be famous for his flirtatiousness. Although later facts proved that most of the rumors were conjectured by street tabloid reporters for the sake of eyeballs, he was able to guard his wife loyally for two years. No longer have any entanglements with other women. This is a special case in the Republic of China period when the emotions of men and women in the upper class were quite loose.

Especially now that Ning Zheng's status in the political arena is so high, including her eldest brother, sister-in-law and a group of girlfriends, they all want to warn her to beware of scheming women who deliberately approach her, but Feng Jiu doesn't take it to heart.

She was very sure that Ning Zheng couldn't have anything to do outside at this stage: there was a busy daily schedule there.

Besides, if something happens, can it be prevented?

In addition, as far as Ning Zheng is now stalking like a mangy dog, she feels that it would be a good thing for someone to divide his heart.

However, she does not want to share a husband with others: she has only known how intimate this behavior that can bring about reproduction can be since the consummation of the house—not to mention anything else, it is closely related to personal hygiene: A used toothbrush is bad enough, even though it has been barely used since then, if there are still people who come to borrow it every now and then and return it after use, I have to continue to use it...it's unimaginable.

Besides, she is still studying, in case she becomes pregnant—after all, Ning Zheng sincerely wants a child.

Feng Jiu sighed sincerely, sure enough, once this kind of thing happens, life becomes really troublesome.

What's more, the intercourse is too frequent now, when Ning Zheng came back and saw Feng Jiu, it was like a blind bear seeing honey, or a nympho seeing a big girl, with a face full of spring and affection.

Feng Jiu was a little suspicious that the reason why he couldn't go home before was not because he was too busy with military and government affairs, but because he knew that he could only look at his wife when he went home.

However, whenever he sees the blue veins popping out of his forehead when he is full of passion, the huge beads of sweat on his forehead, and the fiery eyes with blood in the black, Feng Jiu is not indifferent to that kind of forbearance and patience, but it is not enough So that she could accept him wholeheartedly.

She even screamed because he dripped sweat on her body, she was very disgusted, and then developed a habit of always keeping a handkerchief under the pillow, and when she saw him sweating, she quickly wiped it off.

The first time I saw her take out the small handkerchief, Ning Zheng looked dumbfounded: he was always on the verge of the arrow and full of passion, but in the end his wife didn't get involved, and instead frowned disappointedly, holding up the small handkerchief, Busily wiping his forehead from left to right, it was as if the doctor was concentrating on operating on the patient. The patient was fine, and it was fine if he didn’t pass out and cooperate with him. Instead, he robbed the nurse’s job at an inopportune time. Which is unbearable.

When Feng Jiu came down a few times and wanted to take out the handkerchief again, Ning Zheng moved his upper body back a little in advance, and by the way, shook the sweat from his head on the soft and crispy snow all over her body, or simply wiped it with his head down on her body.

Feng Jiu was so angry that she was going crazy, she was so dirty, she pushed him away to wipe it off by herself, and then she was pressed down by Ning Zheng, panting and said: "It's not bad, just bear with it." In a while."

In this way, Ning Zheng quickly cured Feng Jiu's stink problem. Of course, he can only say that he is too domineering, and Feng Jiu can only resist.

He was burning like a ball of fire, but he still couldn't burn it to Fengjiu, but he didn't care, it's just the beginning of a good day, isn't it, and there will always be enlightenment.

Now he is most looking forward to the arrival of night: the two of them stay in bed when they have nothing to do, and pick a place to slap on the wife after a while.Fengjiu's taste is like the silver-white croissant that only comes in summer. It is crispy and crispy in the mouth, but it is sweet and sweet. Unknowingly, I don't even notice it after eating too much.

Today is an ordinary day in August. Feng Jiu is copying the "Jiucheng Palace Liquan Ming" in the study, which is known as "the best regular script in the world". She doesn't really like this thunderous inscription, but it is good to practice and experience it.

Facing two sheets of paper, she didn't feel anything anymore. She put down her pen and looked carefully at the photos in several frames on the desk. One of them was a photo of Melanie's son who was born in the Year of the Rabbit when he was born in the Year of the Rabbit. A child named "Longsheng" is very good-looking, and like his father, he doesn't like to laugh so much, but he can't stand the photographer of "Shengsheng Photo Studio" who specializes in taking pictures of babies. In the photo, Xiaolongsheng is full of With a smile on her face, double jaws and a small tongue sticking out, this innocent Ning Xiner is extremely cute.

According to Melanie, giving a child a horoscope is said to have evil spirits in her life, and she has to be given a nickname to confuse ghosts and gods. That's why the zodiac attributes are deliberately strung together with a nickname that starts a year later.

Ning Zheng promoted the child's father to be the deputy chief of staff, and he served in the Fengtian military headquarters; Melanie has been living in Fengtian since she was about to give birth, and now they have more opportunities to meet each other.

Qiu Sheng has grown into a big girl in the past two years, and she has calmed down a lot. He just knocked on the door and came in. He took a look and said, "Girl, I was just wondering why the photo of San Shao in the corridor disappeared?"

What Qiu Sheng was talking about was the 36-inch black-and-white half-length photo without a hat that was originally hung in the corridor. This photo was taken after the Beiyang government awarded Ning Zheng the rank of general in the 15th year of the Republic of China: two large ribbons were pinned to the straight military uniform, They are the first-class Golden Harvest and White Tiger Medals, and four other medals. A five-finger-wide ribbon is worn across the body, and the Lion Awakening Knife is pinned to the waist.

Just seeing this photo, Feng Jiu couldn't help thinking that if Ning Zheng, who was in high spirits, had a set of feather fan scarves in the Three Kingdoms era, he might be as good as Zhou Yu.

Feng Jiu smiled, "A few days ago, Master Wang Baotian came to resign. Before he left, he looked at this photo again and again. I asked him if he wanted it. He said yes, so I gave it to him."

"The master who cooks 'wrong dishes' very well, is he going to open a restaurant?" Qiu Sheng asked.

"Yeah, it's promising. The restaurant is called 'Baochunju', and we're invited to join us." Wang Baotian, who is a superb cook, finally became independent, and Fengjiu was very happy for him.

"Is he going to hang in the restaurant to solicit business?" Qiu Sheng covered his mouth and laughed.

"It's possible. Master Wang is a good craftsman, and he does his duty. It's a good thing to be able to bring him business." Qiu Sheng nodded after hearing this.

"What's in your hand?" Feng Jiu had already seen a package in Qiu Sheng's hand.

"Hey, I'm too busy talking about gossip." Qiu Sheng hurriedly handed over the package, "It's from America."

Feng Jiu was a little puzzled, from America?

Qiu Sheng whispered, "Could it be..."

Feng Jiu suddenly remembered...is it a tiger head?Feng Jiu looked at the receiving and sending addresses on the package, the familiar handwriting said everything.

Only then did Fengjiu realize that Hutou had been away from her life for so long, so long that she was so familiar with life without him.

He went to the United States for three years, except for a brief safe letter to himself when he first arrived, and a reply letter later praising her for her progress in painting, there was no other news, and even the second aunt was very upset. He rarely hears from him; only occasionally when the son of Tang Dafeng, the housekeeper of the Tang family who manages the property of the Tang family in the United States, comes back to report to his eldest brother, he will be mentioned occasionally. Mainly on the west coast, while Hutou is studying in Boston in the east. The two are busy with their own affairs and have very little contact.

Feng Jiu asked casually, "Qiu Sheng, do you think Tang Zhikai will spend Christmas with Hutou when he is in America?"

Tang Zhikai is Tang Dafeng's eldest son.

Qiu Sheng said knowingly: "No, they don't get along very well. Tang Zhikai usually goes to San Francisco's Chinatown to have a meal with fellow villagers."

Feng Jiu was taken aback, and looked up at Qiu Sheng.Qiu Sheng knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, and handed over a silver paper knife winkingly. Feng Jiu was eager to unpack the package, but now that Qiu Sheng's words aroused other interests, he was not in a hurry, so he took the paper knife and put it on the coffee table.

... Qiu Sheng had no choice but to confess honestly: "Girl, don't be suspicious, I have nothing to do with him; during the Chinese New Year this year, didn't you send me back to the Tang family to give the old lady a newly harvested Changbai Mountain?" As for ginseng, I happened to meet Tang Zhikai, and he took the initiative to talk to me, and I didn't even want to talk to him."

How can you know how Christmas is spent without thinking about it?If you want to be reasonable, you can't get rid of Tang Zhikai.

As Qiu Sheng said, he rubbed the hem of his clothes with his hands, his face gradually turned red.

Feng Jiu looked at Qiu Sheng carefully, he still had a red apple face, with a twisted braid hanging down on one side, and the white and blue eyes wandering slyly, playful and gratifying.After all, she has grown up, she is a very pretty little girl, and she knows how to hide things and protect others.

Under her unrelenting encouragement for many years, Qiu Sheng has long been able to read and write, write and calculate, and has at least reached the academic level of the first grade of high school. In addition to her beautiful appearance, she is not much shorter than Feng Jiu, and she is alone. She is very capable, and many people have come to her to listen to her.

Feng Jiu has a sense of accomplishment that "my family has a girl who has just grown up", and has already discovered that Zhi Changsheng's eyes are more and more fond of circling Qiu Sheng, but according to her observation, Qiu Sheng has no special feelings for Zhi Changsheng.Anyway, she is still young, don't rush, take your time.

But looking at it now, Qiu Sheng’s face and words have already explained everything. Feng Jiu is satisfied that the closest people around him have enlightened on the word "love" earlier than himself, and at the same time thinks that he can also tell Ning Zheng that he is the closest. The adjutant's proposal to marry Qiu Sheng a few days ago can be stopped.

Feng Jiu stopped asking, took the scissors and hurriedly cut open the densely sewn needlework. Inside was a package of oiled paper wrapped in layers. When he opened it again, what caught his eye was a light beige sweater knitted with ingots, with a small The shawl collar, when you shake it off for a closer look, the shape is slightly narrower, with large buttons with log ribbon patterns, and there are two small pockets on the left and right at the hem, one of which has a maple red thing exposed on the upper edge. When I came out, I saw that it was a silk scarf with a pattern of red maple leaves on a white background. Qiu Sheng said in a low voice, "It's so pretty! Master Hutou has such a good eye!"

Fengjiu didn't speak, but silently found a squarely folded letter in another pocket, only a piece of paper, both sides were filled, written with a pen, Qiu said wittily, "I'll go down first. "

Feng Jiu didn't have the time to respond, so he read the letter at a glance, ten lines at a glance, and then read it several times carefully from beginning to end: Hutou has been studying civil engineering in Mari, and will be promoted to senior year next semester.As for whether to continue to study for a master's degree or a doctoral degree, he has not yet made up his mind.I am very busy with my studies, but now I am doing what I like, and I feel very comfortable.

The beginning of the letter was a bit polite, probably because the two hadn't heard from each other for a long time, but at the end, the acquaintance cultivated since childhood reappeared: I don't know how you are doing as a wife, maybe it won't get better, you have always been lazy Yes, I'm afraid Third Young Master Ning was bullied enough.

There is not much news from China on the university campus. I miss my hometown very much. I specially hand-made a sweater for you as a gift for your 19th birthday.

Didn't you think you would learn how to knit a sweater?In fact, many men in Europe and the United States will play sweaters as a pastime in their spare time. Knitting competitions of various levels are held in full swing. This hobby is better than drinking and gambling, haha.

Feng Jiu looked at the signing date, it was already three months ago.

Feng Jiu stuffed the neckerchief into the sweater pocket and planned to put it in the closet. When it was cooler in September, she put it on and took a few photos and mailed it to Hutou. Suddenly, she found that there seemed to be something on the button. She looked carefully. Only then did I realize that every button was imprinted with the figure of a little girl—either sitting or standing, or playing on a swing or dancing; the expression was the same, either crying or laughing, or making a grimace or being proud. The fine brushstrokes are penetrating, and the vigor and aura that I have always been praised for have been portrayed without reservation.

Feng Jiu looked at each button for a long time, secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and put the sweater into the cabinet.

She carefully folded the letter and put it in the letter folder on the desk. There were already many letters in it, from Melanie, Xiuwei, Luoli, Zheng Li... Feng Jiu thought about the letter from Hutou. It's not easy to come by, maybe in the next few days, I have to take it out every day to have a look.

Feng Jiu didn't sleep well until she was gently shaken awake. When she opened her eyes, she found that Ning Zheng was looking at her anxiously, rubbing her back with moderate strength, and asked softly, "What's the matter, sir?" sir?"

Only then did Fengjiu realize that she was crying in her sleep, and even now that she woke up, her heart was still "pounding" - she dreamed of the morning when the old man was attacked, but this time she opened the door , saw that most of his body was blown apart, standing outside covered in blood was Ning Zheng; and the other horrible figure behind Ning Zheng was Tiger Head...

Feng Jiu's face was full of tears, but he couldn't hold it back. He stared at the handsome face in front of him in a trance, and for a while, he didn't know where he was.

Only then did she realize that the scene of the old handsome being assassinated and dying in front of her did not have any impact on her psychology as she thought; The worries of Ning Zheng, who is in charge of the Northeast and has a high position, and his concern for Hutou, who is alone in a foreign country, have long been secretly and deeply engraved in his heart.

Ning Zheng picked up the pillow towel to wipe away her tears, and watched her quietly: "Did you have a nightmare?" Feng Jiu nodded, and just about to speak, Ning Zheng stretched out a finger and pressed the center of her lips: "No Say. The 'bad' dream, we can only talk about it after the sun goes down that day."

Feng Jiu stopped crying in an instant, staring at him, Ning Zheng smiled: "I'll read you some "Psychic Virtue's Vows", it is the most effective in exorcising evil spirits and eliminating disasters."

Feng Jiu was taken aback, almost laughing: "You don't often go to Christian churches to worship, how do you still believe in Buddha and Bodhisattva?" But in fact, he has not formally converted to any religion.

Ning Zheng sighed, and said solemnly: "Which one? Gods and Buddhas in the sky can't be neglected. Swords and guns have no eyes on the battlefield, and soldiers can't believe it."

Feng Jiu let out a "card" laugh, and Ning Zheng told Feng Jiu that this "Psychic Virtue's Vows" was asked by his mother who believed in Buddhism to memorize it, and it was used to coax his sister Qiaozhi who often slept restlessly when she was a child. .

He hugged her and lay down: "Sleep a little longer, it's still early."

Feng Jiu lay obediently on his arms, with her face pressed against his chest, listening to the steady heartbeat, and suddenly remembered something: "I remember your nickname, besides Chen Zhong'er, there is another named 'Little Six'?"

Ning Zheng couldn't help but pause for the hand that was still relentlessly rubbing her back, Feng Jiu suppressed a smile and said, "Father also said that because of this, I have a destiny with you."

Ning Zheng gave a "huh", and Feng Jiu continued: "But I also heard that your nickname was 'Double Happiness' when you were born, because your father won a big battle when you were born. But Why did you change your name later?"

"Want to hear Gu'er?"

"Well, I want to hear it." Feng Jiu had indeed been curious for a long time.

Ning Zheng was also happy that Fengjiu couldn't think of the nightmare anymore, so he simply told the origin of his nickname: he was born fair and handsome, smart, and the old man's official position at that time was not unattainable, but he was just a new civil servant. The patrol battalion is in charge, and the military general is at the level of a battalion commander. Although there were two concubine sons and a concubine daughter at that time, they still favored the only concubine. value.

When Ning Zheng was three years old, Ning Zheng was always in a weak body, and the old man couldn't help being frightened. After all, since ancient times, the mortality rate of infants and young children was too high. Every family had to die a child.

So one day I took my son to Fengtian harem, and asked the old monk Kongshan, who was the most popular at that time, to tell his fortune, in order to seek good luck and avoid bad luck; It will soar into the sky, be famous all over the country, be rich and rich, and enjoy endlessly."

The old man who was nervously waiting on the side was naturally happy, but suddenly he heard Kong Shan change the subject, and frowned, "It's just that the young man was born with virtue and fate, he is kind, kind, sincere, sensitive and decisive, and he is not hurt by food." Bringing the virtues of the sky and the moon, being beautiful and kind...although he can rise to the top, but his fate is too hard, I am afraid that he must restrain his father, his mother, his brothers and his younger brothers."

The old man who had only studied in a private school for one year patiently listened to the old monk drop his book bag. This is a well-known eminent monk, and any old man could give him a good punch.

Although I couldn't understand a long paragraph of the above, but the last sentence was still clear, and I was taken aback immediately, and I asked if there was a way to decipher it?What does the old monk do? They specialize in this. After pondering for a long time and then deciding for a while, he said: "There is a way, but the young master wants to jump over the wall in the temple, send it to the monk, and change his name. This is how disasters can be averted.”

The handsome old man who grew up in superstition would have the guts not to follow, and besides, the method of deciphering it sounds not too difficult, so he felt relieved and generously added incense money.

Kong Shan showed a satisfied smile, and told him earnestly that he didn't have to go to the Tianhou Palace to jump the wall, it would be better to find a small temple near his home, and the effect would be better.

The old man was afraid that if he carried Ning Zheng, who currently lives in Bajiaotai, Xinminfu, which is half a day's drive away from Fengtian, to Tianhou Palace, his son would catch a cold again. Hearing that there was such a considerate solution, he hurriedly agreed.

So a few days later, when the spring was warm and the flowers were blooming, the old man specially chose an auspicious day, and asked people to pick dried and fresh fruits, bring incense candles, and carried Xiao Ningzheng to the temple in the south of Bajiaotai Town.

The entourage placed offerings in front of the Buddha statue. As for what kind of Buddha it was...it was up to fate; they lit incense candles, and the old man led Xiao Shuangxi to kneel on the futon, respectfully kowtowed three times.

Every time there is a knock, the monk standing on the side knocks on the copper bowl.After the visit, the abbot told Xiao Shuangxi to stand with his back to the Buddha statue, and while chanting sutras, he rubbed his head with his hands.In the end, he patted it lightly again, so that even if Xiao Shuangxi's disaster was broken by the first step, his life was saved.

After this set of rituals is completed, it will be the highlight of the method of disaster prevention: Zou Mingqing, the most powerful follower of the old man, has to jump out from the back wall of the temple for the three-year-old Ning Zheng.

The old man murmured in his heart that he didn't know what name Zou Mingqing would hear first. If it was an unpleasant name, such as Goushenger, Tupida, etc., he would have to bear it.

Zou Mingqing was very clever, as soon as he jumped out, he heard someone shouting: "Little Six! Little Six!".

When he heard it, he was overjoyed: He was also worried at first, if he heard a bad name, should he tell the truth when he comes back.

Now come back to report quickly, the old man who was sweating was overjoyed when he heard it, and said again and again: "Hello, little six! Little six is ​​'little Liuzi', my son is considered to be kept!"

So according to Kong Shan, Ning Zheng was no longer called "Double Happiness" from now on, but "Little Six".

Later, as Ning Zheng grew stronger and stronger, the old man felt that this nickname played a great role and was very precious, so, in front of people, he only called another nickname given by his first wife—Chen Zhong Son, because when he was born, he just heard the bell ringing in the temple of Bajiaotai, which is majestic and long, which is also a good omen.

After listening to it, Feng Jiu was thoughtful, and seeing Ning Zheng's silence, he knew that he thought of his father again, and was thinking about the endless things that lay before him.

Feng Jiu wanted to tease him, and deliberately said: "Ruiqing, it's so dangerous."

Ning Zheng raised his head, staring at her with deep eyes, not knowing why, Feng Jiu suppressed a smile, and asked in a low voice: "Did you jump out of the wall, and whatever name you hear, what is your nickname?"

"Naturally." Ning Zheng replied. He had heard this story since he was a child. His mother had told him countless times.

"Then what if the first person to hear it is 'Bastard'? Your nickname must be 'Bastard', right?" Feng Jiu giggled.

Ning Zheng: "..."

He gritted his teeth: "You little girl, is this what a lady should say? You will feel uncomfortable if you don't laugh at me if you take the opportunity, right?"

Feng Jiu knew he was wronged, so he hurriedly begged for mercy with soft words, Ning Zheng magnanimously ignored her, and softly recited the "Vows of Samantabhadra": "At that time, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva Mahasattva praised the Tathagata for his victory. The merits and virtues are already... Good man, the Tathagata's merits and virtues, if all the Buddhas in the ten directions, the scriptures cannot be said... If you want to achieve this merit and virtue door, you should practice ten kinds of vast actions and vows. What are ten? One is to pay homage to all Buddhas; Praise the Tathagata..."

Ning Zheng's clear and clear voice was neither fast nor slow, like a mountain brook gurgling, ironing Feng Jiu's ears and nerves, her heartbeat gradually eased, her eyelids became heavy, and she yawned a little again, feeling in her heart Thinking about it one after another, Qiaozhi has grown up so much, and the scriptures can be read as soon as he can open his mouth. Such a child has practiced so proficiently, and it is not wasted. Fell into a dream.

Ning Zheng listened to Fengjiu's evenly breathing, and slowly stopped chanting, and stared at her peaceful sleeping face through the night with the same eyesight: Seeing that she has been handling housework calmly, She thought her father's matter didn't have much impact on her, but she forgot that she was just a girl who hadn't even reached her prime in two decades.

He exhaled gently and slowly, and lowered his head to press a kiss on the center of her smooth and clean forehead, which contained thousands of treasures.

(End of this chapter)