In the evening when Lu Shikun, president of the Jichang General Chamber of Commerce, woke up, a misty mist fell again in the new capital.

No. 47, Lanqiying Hutong, West Sidao Street, is a quiet courtyard with a blue brick gatehouse and a black lacquered gatehouse, which is the home of Major Cheng Gongnian, secretary of the Communication Department of the Ministry of Military Affairs.

The main house is a three-bay blue brick house. The interior is simple and elegant, the orchids are blooming, and they are as neat as new.

Cheng Gongnian's wife, Qiu Zikun, a reporter for the "East Asia Morning News", was busy in the kitchen in a floral apron, and the aroma of stir-fried vegetables spread like a mist in the room. On the closet by the south window of the living room, the radio was playing the Manchurian Broadcasting Bureau's special music program, "The Light of East Asian Yamato," which could only be heard in Xinjing.

At this time, Qiu Zikun remembered from time to time the quarrel with Cheng Gongnian in the past few months, which time didn't end with indifference? Which time did not dissipate in silence? She knows Cheng Gongnian's affection for her, she knows that she really shouldn't chill him again and again, thinking of her mother who is still being controlled, she is really tired of this kind of life, she doesn't want to take care of Cheng Gongnian's life, but she has no other choice, she doesn't listen to the words of "Buddha", her family will be difficult to live, she doesn't know when this kind of life is a head, she doesn't know where the future will go, she wants to pour out all the bitterness in her heart to Cheng Gongnian, and she wants to forget the difficult nightmares at night, but she can't do it, She can only go on in confusion, she must complete the task they gave her, helpless, hopeless, distracted, and distracted. Every time she was ravaged by the "Buddha", she felt a pain of humiliation in her heart, every time she faced Cheng Gongnian's affectionate gaze, her heart was so guilty, she wanted to hug her sweetheart and cry bitterly, and she wanted to imagine their future together, but she didn't dare to cry out, she didn't dare to think about it.

After a while, Qiu Zikun brought the food up, and then found an empty plate, covered the dish, picked up the wine on the table, and was about to open the bottle, she heard the sound of the door, and hurriedly untied her apron, sorted out her sweater and hair in the mirror by the cabinet, and was just about to turn around and walk to the door, the door opened, and Cheng Gongnian, who was carrying a briefcase, entered the house expressionlessly, and saw the plates and bowls on the table, he knew, this was a few months ago, every time he went home, as long as he ate at home, Qiu Zikun will be like this, but what has happened in the past few months has kept the two in a state of cold war, after all, he is a person with a good family education, he knows that Qiu Zikun does not want to escape from his life, she is giving in, she is easing the atmosphere, after all, she has not strictly told her wife anything out of the ordinary recently, at this time, no matter how unwilling he is in his heart, he knows that they have feelings, he is not willing to be around his uncle all day long, and he is not willing to circle around Yu Zhishan all day long among the Manchurian upstarts.

"Gong Nian, are you back? Wash your hands and eat quickly. It's been a few days, it's me who is not good, and I don't care to take care of you. Qiu Zikun smiled and affectionately took the briefcase and coat in Cheng Gongnian's hand, put the briefcase on the desk near the door, and hung the coat on the hanger in the corner.

Cheng Gongnian is a cultivated person, he knows the next rhythm of life, which makes him both confused and a little excited, "Well, there are some things that have made me very irritable recently, and I am not in a good mood, if I blame you for something, I will humble you." After saying that, he took his wife in his arms.

"You, why are you holding it so tightly? …… As long as you are not so fierce to me, I came here with you from Jiangnan, how can there be any closest relatives besides you? I'm not a person with extravagant hopes, as long as you and I can be together, it's okay. Come, let's talk while eating. After speaking, she broke free from Cheng Gongnian's arms like a well-behaved little girl, and her slender figure made Cheng Gongnian's heart pound.

"Don't blame me for being verbose, now Xinjing seems to have a new atmosphere because of Puyi's accession to the throne, in fact, it is not the world of the Japanese, and it turns out that the ruffians and hooligans on the ground in Changchun have come out to do things like rebirth, and the ground is not very peaceful, there is nothing special, it is better for you to show your head less outside." Cheng Gongnian said with a smile while taking the towel handed over by his wife.

"Got it, young master. In the future, my wife will definitely listen to you, run less outside, and return home to take care of you if you have nothing to do. Rest assured. Qiu Zikun looked at him affectionately.

The two sat opposite each other at the table.

Qiu Zikun lit the candles on the table with matches, adding a hazy and romantic atmosphere to the darkening interior.

"Young Master, let you taste my craftsmanship today." Qiu Zikun picked up a piece of beef on the plate with chopsticks and put it into Cheng Gongnian's mouth.

"Hmm...... It tastes really good...... My wife's food is better than my third uncle's craftsmanship. ”

"Come on, don't mention your third uncle, since she gave birth to a little brother to your uncle, is she still so high-flying?"

"Say what? How can anyone say that about my aunt? You're always so unforgiving. ”

"Since my uncle got together with Zhang Jinghui and Xiqia, he has become manic and irritable, loves to drink, and the whole family is not all taken care of by the third uncle, the second uncle ran away with her old friend a few days ago, took away a lot of gold bars, and took away my uncle's favorite jade snuff bottle."

"And what about the wide treasure she gave birth to?"

"Took away...... It seems that this Kuanbaozi may not be my uncle's species. You say, "What is this called?" ”

"Then it's your uncle, who made him so, people are singing in the opera garden, he has to let people be his wife, in the end, it's not a bamboo basket to draw water?" Qiu Zikun poured some wine into the goblet in front of the two.

"You, don't say a word, my uncle said that people will leave when they leave, and the twisted melon is not sweet, but he feels that he doesn't look good on the face, not to mention that they have lived together for many years, and they also have feelings."

"You said a few days ago that you lost something at Yanzhao Noodle Shop, did you find it?"

"I haven't found it yet, it's really strange, where did I lose it?"

"Didn't you go back and look for it?"

"I found it, but the shopkeeper said I didn't see it, what can I do?"

"Huh?! …… One thing comes to mind. I don't know, do you know? This afternoon, when I got off work to buy groceries and passed by the Yanzhao noodle restaurant, I saw that the panels there were all gunholes, and the windows were broken, so I didn't know what happened. ”

"Really? …… It's possible that there really is a problem here. In short, don't you go to such a sensitive place in the future? ”

"Sensitive? Where is the new capital not sensitive? Where is the place of Ansheng? It's the same with our newspaper, we have to let the second boss, Saburo Jirigaoka, review the manuscript, and we reporters basically can't write too much real things. It's a day to mix, don't worry, I don't care about anything but taking care of you. In your words here, how is it also the world of the Japanese, I better not cause trouble for you, otherwise, what is the point of my life? Her red lips were slightly curled, so sultry.

"Wife, really, you talk so cutely. Eating vegetables, it's cold for a while. ”

"You, when did your mouth become so sweet? Now this world is the way of your men, and I am a woman who is still low-key. I heard that your old man Yu is going to be the prime minister? ”

"I haven't heard of it, I only know that Pu Yi is not called the ruling power, but the emperor, what is it called? Not a puppet yet? …… The Emperor. These old men, I really don't know what they think, they have all become slaves, and they are still pretending to fight for an official position? What's the treatment? As everyone knows, they are all a group of lackeys, and I can't stand it. When I walk down the street now, I always feel that everyone who passes by is pointing at my back and calling me a traitor's nephew and nephew. I think my uncle is really miserable, he drinks every day in the dark, and he has to do bad things with his conscience. That's it, he still wants me to go to his garrison headquarters, I don't want to go, it's okay now, it's good to write materials in the communication department, I can't get in touch with bloody things, and I have a clean heart. When the weather changes, we will return to Jiangnan, and at that time, we will give birth to a big fat doll, live a good life, and stay away from the rights and wrongs here. ”

"Great Northeast, how many people can stay out of the matter, if you want to live, everyone has hardships, why do you want to do so much? Zhang Jinghui, Wang Zhiyou, and Yu Zhishan, if they all think like you, they won't do these things. ”

"Don't ask about politics, ma'am." Cheng Gongnian gently touched his wife's wine glass with the wine glass in his hand.

The two ate and chatted, and when night fell, the two went into the bedroom next to each other, and when the waning moon in the starry sky yesterday disappeared into the dark clouds, the small courtyard was quiet, only the candles in the living room were still dancing with joyful flames.

The living room of Cheng Gongnian's home is still filled with the smell of warmth, the Czech wall clock on the north wall is ticking, reflecting the candlelight, the pendulum is more like a big eye staring at this mysterious cottage full of warmth in the dark, staring at the misty courtyard, it may hear the sound of laughter in the bedroom, but it only shakes its neck in rhythm, staring at everything outside, or joyful, or contrived, or treacherous.