Throughout the class, Feng Sizhe basically didn't listen to what the teacher was saying. He just kept lowering his head and writing something in his notebook.
Don't underestimate these things, they are definitely the world's top secrets, because some major events that will happen in the world are recorded here. Before his rebirth, Feng Sizhe's job was as a social affairs commentator for the national news station.
At that time, in a world where the Internet was everywhere, Feng Sizhe had researched many things, which gave him a deeper understanding of the future situation and trends of the world. This was definitely a super wealth that nothing could replace.
The middle-aged and youth classes just talk about some theories, or talk about some big principles, and then they talk more about the political situation, and even the education of hardship and plain living. Of course, sometimes some words such as party spirit cultivation are also mentioned in the class.
But these seem to be a bit far away for the young men and girls who are just in their early twenties. Some people have only joined the party for a few months. For example, Feng Sizhe is a typical sharpener. He only joined the party after returning to his motherland from the UK.
Party. These people do not have a deeper understanding of party spirit cultivation.
Of course, this is completely different for Feng Sizhe. As a party member for decades, he knows very well how important it is to have a good party spirit.
After three classes in the morning, the school bell rang. The students stood up one after another, escorted the teacher out of the classroom, and then walked out of the class in twos and threes. Feng Zhe only said hello to Xie Zhiyuan and Xu Yuanyuan, and then left the middle school.
Qingban walked towards his courtyard.
The study time for middle-aged and youth classes is still very loose. Usually they only have classes in the morning, and they also have a day off on Sunday. At that time in 1990, there was still no such thing as a weekend in the country.
Walking on the street, feeling the simple folk customs of Kyoto in the 1990s, and looking at the bicycles everywhere on the street, Feng Sizhe truly realized what the bicycle kingdom meant. Speaking of which, he still liked this kind of thing.
It feels like at least the sky is blue, the trees are green, and there is not too much environmental pollution.
Feng Zhe, who was extremely familiar with the streets of Kyoto, did not call his aunt and ask her to pick him up as usual. Now that he could identify the direction and find the Propaganda Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, he was ready to walk back. In fact, the distance was not that big.
It's not too far, it's only a few kilometers if you walk through the streets, which is not a big deal for the young Feng Sizhe.
Walking on the streets of Kyoto, breathing the fresh air of the capital, and watching people running around in clothes from the 1980s and 1990s, this is still a very novel thing, and Feng Sizhe really likes it.
Seeing everything very fresh, the scenes from many years ago came back to him. Everything was like a dream, which made Feng Sizhe feel unreal, but it all happened to be so real. Feng Sizhe couldn't help but feel very happy in his heart.
, people often feel this way when they are walking in memories.
It was only a few kilometers away. After looking left and right, Feng Sizhe came to the building of the Central Propaganda Department.
In my memory, the new Central Propaganda Department was established a long time ago, and its address is still here. However, the new Central Propaganda Department is obviously much taller, more powerful, and much more modern. The two stone lions more than two meters tall have long been gone, but
Now these two stone lions are indeed still standing here, and all of these are telling Feng Sizhe that this is 1990, and it is no longer what happened in 2012.
There were armed police standing in front of the Central Propaganda Department. Feng Sizhe stepped forward and took out his work certificate from the Central Youth Class and explained the person he was looking for. The armed police soldier was very responsible and ran to the duty room and took out his phone to call.
The 2nd Cadre Division of the Personnel Department found my aunt Feng Lizhu.
As soon as the phone call came through, Feng Sizhe heard his aunt's voice, "Hey, you can do it, how did you find my unit?" In the past, she went to pick up people after Feng Sizhe called from the junior high school class.
Once Feng Sizhe came to her door, no wonder Feng Lizhu felt a little confused.
"Oh, I'm walking with my classmates, they sent me here." I casually made up a reason.
This reason was reasonable, so Zhao Lizhu didn't think much about it, "Okay, just wait for me. I'll clean up and come down. It's time to get off work."
"Okay." Feng Sizhe agreed. He left the duty booth and waited for his aunt to come out of the Central Propaganda Building.
Without waiting for too long, Zhao Lizhu trotted out, stretched out her hand and gave Feng Sizhe a slap in the face, "I have become more capable. You can find a place where I work, which is good."
Feng Sizhe smiled, but he just walked to the Central Propaganda Department, and his aunt thought it was no big deal. Was he really so incompetent when he was young? Feng Sizhe smiled.
"Lizhu, who is this? He's so handsome." While Feng Lizhu was talking to Feng Sizhe, another man and a woman came up behind them. The man was not short, about the same height as Feng Zhe, and he looked elegant and elegant.
She is quite handsome, and the woman is wearing a well-fitting black N-style suit, which makes people know that she is a government worker at a glance.
, speaking of it, Feng Sizhe is indeed handsome enough. He has inherited the best blood from his parents. He has a Chinese character face, big eyes with double eyelids, a wide forehead, and a moderately sized mouth and nose, especially the head that is 1.82 meters tall.
The gentleman's demeanor has been greatly influenced by the British in recent years. At first glance, he is definitely a first-rate handsome young man.
When he heard others asking him, he also looked up. He didn't feel anything when he saw the woman Feng Sizhe, but he was stunned when he saw the man. He was so impressed by this man that he later defrauded his aunt to make money.
The liar Huang Dongren.
"Hi, this is my nephew Feng Sizhe, who is studying in the party school's youth class. Come on, Feng Sizhe, these are Zhang Na and Huang Dongren, my colleagues in the Human Resources Department." At this time, Zhao Lizhu had no idea that her life trajectory would be related to that Huang Dongren.
Something happened between Dong Ren.
"Oh, hello Aunt Zhang." After staying in England for so many years and receiving higher education, Feng Sizhe was still very polite and bowed his head to Zhang Na.
Although Feng Zhe doesn't look much younger than Zhang Na, she doesn't feel anything when Feng Zhe calls her that. It's probably because in those days, the eldest daughter and the second daughter were much older, and sometimes even the elder's children
They are all about the same age as their aunts, aunts, uncles, and uncles. In that kind of environment, people have no feelings.
"Oh, this is your nephew who has returned from studying abroad and has a master's degree. Haha, he's so handsome. Just don't call me Aunt Zhang from now on. I'd better call me Sister Zhang. We can have our own affairs and we won't follow your aunt's lead."
After listening to Zhao Lizhu's introduction, Na greeted Feng Sizhe warmly, but when she heard someone call her Aunt Zhang, she felt that she seemed a bit old.
"Haha." He gave Zhang Na a silly smile. "Auntie, I'm hungry, let's go back." Feng Zhe didn't want to see Huang Dongren anymore, so he just found an excuse.
"Oh, okay, Zhang Na, Huang Dongren, let's go first." After hearing Feng Sizhe say that she was hungry, Zhao Lizhu became a little anxious. After thinking about it, Feng Sizhe walked from the Party School to the Central Propaganda Department today. Maybe it was too much.
It was normal for him to be hungry after exhausting his energy. At this moment, he did not consider at all that Feng Sizhe had never said hello to Huang Dongren from the beginning to the end.
Many people in the Propaganda Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China have heard about Feng Sizhe. Because he came back from abroad with a double master's degree, he naturally attracted people's attention at that time. A good young man like this will definitely enter politics in the future. For this reason, that person
Huang Dongren originally planned to talk to Feng Sizhe and become familiar with each other, but he did not expect that Feng Sizhe would not pay attention to him at all.
The Zhao family's jeep had already been waiting outside the gate of the Central Propaganda Department. Feng Lizhu pulled Feng Zhe into the car. Without the two of them saying anything, the driver started the car and headed towards Lieutenant General Zhao's courtyard house.
In the car, Zhao Lizhu seemed to be afraid that Feng Sizhe was starving, so she quickly urged the driver to speed up. Feng Sizhe naturally felt warm in her heart for her aunt's concern, "Auntie, I don't like that Huang Dongren, can you please stop associating with him in the future?"
?" After thinking about it, Feng Sizhe said this sentence anyway. Although he didn't know whether the wheel of history would still move in a parallel world after his rebirth, Feng Sizhe confirmed that it was necessary to remind him earlier.
Love is a wonderful thing. Once you get stuck in it, even if you pull it out early, it will still make people feel a little sad. Feng Sizhe didn't want his aunt to go down the old road that made her sad and sad, so he mentioned this.
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"Ah? What did you say?" After listening to Feng Sizhe's words, Zhao Lizhu was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to wake up. "You, what are you thinking? That Zhang Na is Huang Dongren's husband, and they have a very good relationship. Humph, little fart
My child is full of thoughts about the capitalist world." As she spoke, Zhao Lizhu nodded Feng Sizhe's forehead with her finger.
"Oh." Feng Sizhe nodded. He did not expect Zhang Na to be Huang Dongren's wife. Is this world really so different from the world he knew? Feng Sizhe shook his head again.