It was one afternoon. Feng Junzi was sitting in the office, watching the stock index trend on the computer, while sloppy reporters on paper, and he couldn't understand anything he could not understand in three days. At this time, someone knocked on the door, and Feng Junzi called in and asked for it. When he looked up, he found that it was Zhao Lei who walked in.

"Zhao Lei? Why are you? How come I found my place?"

Zhao Lei: "Brother Feng, don't forget that I am a student of the University of Finance and Economics. My sister doesn't know what you do. I searched the Internet and knew who you are. It's not difficult to find you. Last time I left without even asking you the name I gave you. I came here to thank you today, thank you for your advice."

Feng Junzi didn't want Zhao Lei to find his office, but since he came, he didn't say anything and said politely: "Zhao Lei, please sit down... Don't thank me, if you want to thank you, thank your sister... How is your sister? You didn't make her worry anymore, right?"

Zhao Lei sat on the sofa and said excitedly: "No, I will never worry her again! Thank you Brother Feng, I figured it out later. From now on, I will cheer up, seize the time to learn everything, and prepare for my future life."

Feng Junzi smiled, and he was a little happy. He was not in vain. The boy finally got a little enlightened. He smiled and said, "It's right that you can think so, and your sister will be happy too."

Zhao Lei's face suddenly became solemn. He owed his body on the sofa and said, "Brother Feng, I have a question to ask you. You have helped my sister so much. What is the relationship between you two? Do you like her?"

When Feng Junzi heard the tone was wrong, he quickly shook his head: "Zhao Lei, you probably misunderstood. We were just friends we met by chance. We did not have the relationship you imagined, nor the feelings you mentioned."

Zhao Lei's face was a little gloomy when he heard this: "I didn't misunderstand, I knew it was like this. No matter whether you were her guest or not, I can't do anything about it. I think people like you will definitely not like a prostitute."

Zhao Lei's tone was weird. Feng Junzi didn't know how to answer. He suddenly remembered Han Shuang, and Xiaowei. His former lover, and Zhao Xue, were both the ladies from the same nightclub as Zhao Xue. What would happen if Han Shuang had not left, or Xiaowei was still in Binhai? I'm afraid he couldn't even answer this question himself. It would be impossible to say that he didn't care. Although he sympathized with Zhao Xue's experience and was willing to help her, he had never thought about what kind of profound relationship he had with such a woman.

Zhao Lei didn't seem to want Feng Junzi to answer, but continued, "Brother Feng, you have been in trouble for a longer time than me. I have seen more worlds than me. Can you ask you a question? What will happen to a lady like my sister in the future?"

Feng Junzi stared at Zhao Lei, as if he wanted to see something from his expression. After watching for a long time, he sighed and said, "Zhao Lei, do you really want to know? Want to hear the truth?"

Zhao Lei: "You must tell the truth."

Feng Junzi: "Actually, I'm not very clear, but what I know is nothing more than three types of upper, middle and lower. The best ending is to save some money, hide this history, find a man to marry, take care of his husband and children, or do something else, and live like a normal person. This is the best ending, but it is also dangerous. She has to always worry that her history will be brought up again. The medium ending is to make a fortune in this industry and be a mother in the future. Or be conquered by a rich man, it is not easy, and the ending is difficult to predict, and many people will not have a good ending. The worst ending is to lose sex, spend all the money earned when she was young, or be deceived, and completely sink into the bottom of society. This is the most tragic fate."

Zhao Lei: "According to the best ending you said, find a good man to marry and conceal this history, and you have to worry about being brought up again. Then can't you find a man who knows her history and really likes her, and can tolerate her?"

Feng Junzi: "Although the situation you said is beautiful, it is impossible in reality! This ending only exists in our lives. I admit that there are examples of a client falling in love with a prostitute and finally got married. This shows that a temporary ** can temporarily tolerate everything, but it does not mean that the contradiction does not exist. When everything goes down and everything becomes dull and love needs to become affection and responsibility, some trivial things in life may cause big conflicts. After all, there is a shadow buried in both of them, which cannot be erased. Even if a man can be tolerant on the surface, the woman's psychology will become endured and bear heavy burdens. Such a life is not happy. Moreover, the man who brings up this matter again may not be this man, and it may also be unexpected relatives or friends around him, which will be difficult to face at that time... So, the man you mentioned, such beauty does not exist."

Zhao Lei suddenly felt a little excited: "Who said it doesn't exist? I said it exists! I don't want Zhao Xue to live such a life in the future. No matter what ending you mentioned, it will be a man that doesn't exist... I want to marry her!"

"What did you say!" Feng Junzi was startled by Zhao Xue's words and couldn't help but stand up from the chair. His figure was a little unstable, and the purple clay teapot that he held in his hand also fell to the ground. The purple clay teapot was broken, and the pottery slices and wet tea leaves were sprinkled all over the floor.

Zhao Lei was also startled by the sound of the purple clay pot falling to the ground, and stood up: "Brother Feng, are you okay?"

Feng Junzi: "I'm fine! Boy, do you know what you were saying just now? Are you going to marry Zhao Xue? This is **! How can you have such an idea?"

Zhao Lei: "You can't say that. She and I are not brothers and sisters! I have no other way to repay her except to marry her and give her a lifetime of happiness."

Feng Junzi looked at the fragments of the purple clay teapot on the ground with heartache, sat down again, sorted out his thoughts before saying to Zhao Lei: "Give her a lifetime of happiness? This idea is so good, it's so great. If you really do this, Zhao Xue won't become your child bride? Don't you ask her if she wants it."

Zhao Lei: "I will definitely find a way to get her to agree, as long as I have true feelings and sincerity..."

Feng Junzi waved his hand and interrupted him: "Don't say that's useless, it's useless to have true feelings. I don't care what your relationship is. I will only say one thing, you are a poor student, and the money she earns when studying is a lady. Why should you marry her?"

Zhao Lei: "Wait until my future..."

Feng Junzi quickly interrupted him again: "Don't talk about the future. Do your current things well before you talk about what you can't do now. Don't make short promises. Everyone will be disappointed at that time. Since you have this idea, I'll give you a suggestion? Keep this idea in your heart. When you are qualified to do all this in the future, look back at your heart. Do you still think so? Then make a decision!"

Zhao Lei: "Brother Feng, your suggestion is good. I will listen to you. I don't have to look back in the future, my heart will not change."

Feng Junzi smiled faintly: "That may not be possible! No one knows what will happen in the future. OK. If you want to marry Zhao Xue, then you should start preparing from now on. If a man wants to give a woman happiness, he must first make himself settle down. There is no distinction between starting a family and establishing a career. At least you have the foundation for your settlement first, and then talk about something to others... Zhao Lei, I ask you, you have not told Zhao Xue about your thoughts yet?"

Zhao Lei lowered his head: "I haven't said it yet, I don't know how to say it."

Feng Junzi: "That's right. You should prepare now. Let's say it out loud when you can do this one day in the future. Don't tell Zhao Xue that you are thinking about this, otherwise you will scare her! Zhao Lei, do you understand? I think you will graduate from college in more than a year, right? Don't think about this question again during this period."

Zhao Lei raised his head again: "Brother Feng, thank you. I understand. I know what I should do."

Feng Junzi said lightly: "It's good to know. I'm tired. You go." As he said that, he looked down at the broken purple clay teapot on the ground, looking very tired. He was really a little afraid of Zhao Lei.

...

The next afternoon, Feng Junzi sat in the office and someone knocked on the door again. He looked up and saw that it was Zhao Xue who came in. Yesterday, Zhao Lei had just found this place and said something unexpected to him. Unexpectedly, Zhao Xue came again today. Feng Junzi was really annoyed and didn't want to see the brother and brother. But when Zhao Xue entered the door, he greeted him with a smile, and kept apologizing and disturbing him from work. He didn't hit the smiley person, Feng Junzi couldn't drive her out.

"Zhao Xue, why are you here too? Is it your brother who told you my office?"

Zhao Xue: "Yes, if Zhao Lei hadn't said that, I really wouldn't know your origin, Brother Feng..."

Feng Junzi: "Tell me, what's wrong with coming here? Could it be that Zhao Lei is causing trouble again?"

Zhao Xue quickly waved her hand and said, "No, no, how can you always cause trouble for you? I heard Zhao Lei say that he came to find you yesterday and accidentally broke a purple clay teapot.... I searched in the mall for a long time today and picked a set of purple clay teapots that I think are the best, and I brought it to Brother Feng."

As he spoke, Zhao Xue took out a large wooden box with exquisite workmanship and placed it on the coffee table. Feng Junzi opened the box with a curious look. The yellow silk substrate was placed with a delicate purple clay teapot and six cups. Feng Junzi never used a single pot without a set of pots, and did not look at the cups, so he took out the pot.

I looked at it and saw that the pot was dark purple, with a layer of shiny luster on the surface, and the purple color was slightly black. The clay content inside was not pure, and the clay content inside was obviously high! I opened the lid of the pot and smelled it. It seemed that there was a lot of glue mixed with clay. The clay was mixed with clay, which was easy to shape and was not easy to break when burned. However, such teapots were poorly breathable and did not have the fragrance that purple clay should have. He used his fingers to bounce the surface of the pot. The sound was very crisp, not thick and sharp, and the hardness was obviously high. The fire was over! Finally, he touched the pot with his hand. The tentacles were very smooth and there was no comfortable astringent feeling. It was not handmade, but like a pattern made from a mold.

Feng Junzi looked at a teapot and asked in a while. Zhao Xue, who was beside him, asked, "Brother Feng, how is this pot? Do you like it? I have been searching for a whole morning and found several shopping malls."

Feng Junzi said to himself: "It's useless to search the entire Binhai. You don't know this thing at all! How can this pot be used to make tea? It's almost the same as a chamber pot! It looks really exquisite enough, it seems that it costs a lot of money... Alas!" He thought so in his heart, but he said: "Thank you so much, this is such a good pot! It's hard for you to worry about it. In the future, 100 million, 100 million, 100 million, 100 million, 100 million, 100 million, 100 million, 100 million, 100 million, 100% of the time, I'm really embarrassed."

Zhao Xue smiled and said, "It's just a pot. Brother Feng has helped me so much. I don't know how to thank you yet."

Feng Junzi put down the pot. He didn't want to mention the topic of the pot again: "I accepted the pot. Thank you for your kindness. By the way, did Zhao Lei say anything to you when he went back yesterday? I mean did you say anything special to you?"

Zhao Xue replied happily: "Yes! He told me that he should work hard from now on and give me the greatest happiness in the future. He asked me to wait."

Feng Junzi looked at Zhao Xue's happy look and sighed secretly, feeling that he didn't know whether to be happy or regretful, and he felt strange in his heart.

...

On the afternoon of the third day, Feng Junzi sat in the office, and someone walked in without knocking on the door. He said with a smile: "Teacher Feng, are you busy? Can you disturb you for a while?"

Feng Junzi looked up and saw that it was Xiao Yunyi! Why did this girl come? He quickly stood up and gave up his seat to pour water, and asked, "Xiao girl, why didn't you go to work and run away from work? I'm not afraid that the boss will punish you for absent from work."

Xiao Yunyi: "I went to the field today, and I came here after the business was completed. Feng Junzi, I asked you, did you call Chang Wu and ask him to compensate you for the teapot?"

Feng Junzi did call Chang Wu and complain, saying that Chang Wu should compensate him for a purple clay pot. His logic was: If he hadn't accompanied Chang Wu to investigate the case, he wouldn't have known Zhao Xue. If he didn't know Zhao Xue, he wouldn't have recruited Zhao Lei to his office. If Zhao Lei hadn't come that day, his purple clay pot wouldn't have broken! So in the final analysis, Chang Wu owed him a purple clay pot. Unexpectedly, this incident came to Xiao Yunyi's ears.

Feng Junzi nodded a little embarrassedly: "That's the case, I'm joking with Chang Wu!"

Xiao Yunyi: "Chang Wu is your high school classmate? I heard from Chang Wu that you have used that pot for more than ten years. Is it true?"

Feng Junzi: "To be precise, I started using it since the third year of junior high school, and it has been exactly eighteen years this year." Feng Junzi said and showed a look of regret on his face.

Xiao Yunyi smiled: "No wonder you call and complain to Chang Wu. Feng Junzi, isn't it really boring to drink tea now?"

Feng Junzi: "You are still laughing? If you have been using the same teapot to make tea every day since you were a teenager, and you have been brewing it for eighteen years. Now this teapot is gone, how can you drink tea so good!"

Xiao Yunyi suddenly took out a dark brick-colored teapot like a magic trick. The teapot was not packaged, it looked very simple, with a few simple bamboo leaf patterns decorations, held in Xiao Yunyi's hand. Feng Junzi saw this pot, reached out to take it, looked, smelled it, listened, touched it, and couldn't put it down. He said in surprise and joy: "Purple-qi Red Cloud Sand! Like the pot I used to. This kind of clay is almost gone now! Where did you find it? There is no such thing in the french market now... No, although this is an old pot, no one has ever used it."

Xiao Yunyi said proudly: "I stole my grandfather. This is my grandfather's hidden goods. It was given to him by a friend before liberation, but he has never been useful."

Feng Junzi: "No wonder, I said where did this kind of good thing come from! You are so brave, and you are not afraid that your grandfather will beat you up!"

Xiao Yunyi: "How could he discover something that he didn't use for decades? Besides, if he really found it, I would say you stole it from my house."

Feng Junzi: "Okay, okay, even if I stole it. Was this pot given to me?"

Xiao Yunyi: "I have brought it all, whom do I give it to you?"

Feng Junzi went to flush the water. When he went back to the room, he saw Xiao Yunyi holding the black two dragons on his computer in his hand. Seeing Feng Junzi come back, he asked, "Feng Junzi, why are you so many strange things? This handful of Ruyi is so strange. When I hold it in my hand, I feel that something inside is scary."

Feng Junzi smiled and said, "What's there to be afraid of? I have kept this black Ruyi by my side for more than ten years. It seems that I have had it when I was in high school. I forgot where I picked it. I usually use it to smash walnuts and eat it..."

Xiao Yunyi put down Hei Ruyi and Chong Feng Junzi said coquettishly: "Feng Junzi, I am willing to take the risk of stealing this handful of purple-qi red cloud sand for you. Why do you thank me?"

Feng Junzi: "Tell me, eat, watch movies, go to bars, I will accompany you all the way, pay the bill... Just don't take me to the disco!"

Xiao Yunyi: "Okay, call me when you get off work, and I'll go shopping first."
Chapter completed!