As soon as the words came out, everyone was shocked. [High quality update]
Gu Changhe stretched out his right hand and pressed it hard on the table, as if to push away the tightness in his chest and the smell of alcohol rushing in his throat.
Wen Renjie's eyes flashed with sharp light, and his two thick black eyebrows stood up like sharp swords. He patted Fang Ming on the shoulder and said, "There is so much to do in the military, how can you quit so easily?"
Fang Ming smiled slightly but said nothing. He picked up the wine glass and drank heavily. Yan Qingcheng, who was playing the role of a well-behaved and virtuous wife at the wine table, had a blushing smile, as if she had realized something.
This meal lasted until two o'clock in the morning.
Everyone went home to rest, and the sorrow and depression in their hearts together with the evaporated alcohol brewed into drunken dreams---
Among them, Yan Qingcheng drank very little. When she got up the next day, she was in high spirits and pulled Fang Ming to go back to Yenching University to sit down.
Yanjing, as the capital of China, has countless places of interest to see, but Yan Qingcheng loves Yanyuan in spring the most. If nothing else, she just soaks a cup of fragrant tea under the budding locust tree and looks up at the clear sky. In the sky, pigeons flew across the long sky in the north. An indescribable emotion filled my chest, and every breath and heartbeat was soaked with spring.
Fang Ming wore a yellow-green casual jacket, which paired with his wheat-colored skin, making him look increasingly youthful and vigorous. Different from the students in the ivory tower, Fang Ming's youthful face showed a poise that was not commensurate with his age, and even With a bit of vicissitudes unique to middle-aged men.
Along the way from the campus gate, Fang Ming met the passionate gazes of countless girls.
"Fang Ming, it's Fang Ming."
"It's Fang Ming, the president of Maosheng Film and Television, a celebrity."
A few little girls were chattering and hiding in the bushes on the side of the road.
Yan Qingcheng felt a huge threat. She held Fang Ming's arm and raised her pretty face high, just like a proud queen clinking her two-inch high heels as she walked past quickly.
"Senior Sister Yan Qingcheng."
"It's really her---" Several girls were surprised at first, and then sighed.
If it weren't for Yan Qingcheng, these girls might have the courage to come forward to strike up a conversation, or ask for autographs and photos, but in front of Yan Qingcheng, who has the aura of a goddess, all their hopes turned into a huge inferiority complex. It was firmly pressed on their hearts, making them flinch.
Yan Qingcheng pulled Fang Ming through the tree-lined path. Her fingers suddenly pinched hard, and she suddenly changed from a goddess to a vicious witch: "Fang Ming, put it on me."
The fierce Yan Qingcheng handed over a pair of sunglasses. Fang Ming put them on obediently and sighed: "Qingcheng, don't you think you are cruel."
"Cruel." Yan Qingcheng's beautiful eyes were looking forward to it, and she smiled sweetly: "You blame me for crushing the dreams of these little girls."
Before Fang Ming could answer, Yan Qingcheng added: "I am helping them get out of their confused youth and step into real life. Some dreams are enough."
Yan Qingcheng is like a sophisticated philosopher, tearing apart the appearance and hurting the essence in a direct and painful way.
Fang Ming didn't say anything. He found that he had arrived in front of a three-story building near the lake.
The small building is an antique building, with cornices, brackets, carved beams and painted beams. It has an elegant and distant atmosphere that seems to have traveled through a distant time, just right in front of you.
Yangming Pavilion is the most spiritual building in Yanyuan.
This is the proud work of Xu Sicheng, a master of Chinese architecture at that time.
This antique building is backed by a mountain and faces water. It is built according to the mountain and is completely integrated into nature. It can be called a treasure in the history of architecture.
In this quaint little building, choose a quiet spot and sit by the window. The mountain breeze blows and the fragrance of tea lingers, and all the worries in your heart are instantly swept away.
Opposite to the beautiful architecture is Yangming Pavilion's luxurious and staggering consumption.
A cup of Longjing 388, some refreshments, and snacks will cost thousands of yuan. It can be said that Yangming Pavilion is the most luxurious venue on the Yenching University campus.
Fang Ming and Yan Qingcheng chose a seat in the southwest corner, sat opposite each other, and ordered two cups of tea and some refreshments.
The two of them spend a lot of money. In some places in the world, spending is a kind of status. Neither of them cares about the number of money swiped on their bank cards.
After ordering tea, the little girl with a few freckles on her left cheek came over and asked in a low voice: "What do you two want to see?"
Compared with expensive tea, books in Yangming Pavilion are free.
The books here are all photocopies of original ancient books and are available for free reading.
Facing the little girl's inquiry, Yan Qingcheng put her chin in her hand, tilted her head and said, "Bring me a copy of "Six Chapters of a Floating Life"."
The little girl turned to look at Fang Ming, her round eyes were very cute.
Fang Ming said gently: "Bring me a copy of the Heart Sutra."
The little girl nodded and left. Before leaving, she glanced at Fang Ming again, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.
Yan Qingcheng understood clearly, covered her mouth with a smile, and then asked curiously, holding the fragrant tea: "Fang Ming, why did you choose Buddhist scriptures?"
Fang Ming said seriously: "As the old saying goes, it is better to read Buddhist scriptures for beautiful women. In order to match the situation, I can only read Buddhist scriptures."
Yan Qingcheng glanced at Fang Ming and said "hate", but stepped on Fang Ming hard. A touch of pride that could not be concealed was mixed with a rose-like smile, making her whole person extremely charming. .
While the two were joking, the little girl had already brought the book over on a silver tray.
The two of them put away their jokes and read quietly. In fact, their minds were not on the book.
Most of Yan Qingcheng's eyes fell on the beautiful scenery outside the window. In her opinion, reading was just a decoration to kill time. She was more concerned about Fang Ming's choice.
Retiring from the military is a joke, but it is also an outcome that has been expected for a long time.
Yan Qingcheng covered most of his face with a book and glanced secretly. Fang Ming's brows sometimes shrank and sometimes tightened. It seemed that his thoughts were not here.
Yan Qingcheng put down the book and said, "Fang Ming, you are still worried."
"Worried." Fang Ming raised his eyebrows and said with a cynical smile: "I am indeed worried!"
"worry about what."
As Yan Qingcheng was speaking, a hand stretched out from under the table and grabbed her tightly. In panic, Yan Qingcheng looked at Fang Ming, who was smiling evilly, and spoke heart-pounding words from the corners of his sharp-cut mouth. : "I'm worried that you won't marry me."
Yan Qingcheng's heart was filled with sweetness. She coquettishly pushed Fang Ming's hand away and returned to the topic: "The joint meeting of the Ministry of National Defense started at eight o'clock this morning. It has been two hours and there is no result yet."
Fang Ming fell silent.
Sometimes no result often means that things will go to the worst outcome.
Various forces in the Ministry of National Defense are competing against each other, and personnel arrangements are bound to be a tug-of-war until all forces compromise with each other to maintain a delicate balance.
Fang Ming felt helpless, like a seriously ill patient anxiously waiting for the doctor's diagnosis results.
At this moment, fate is not in your own hands.
However, Fang Ming had already prepared for the worst.
Seeing that Fang Ming remained silent, Yan Qingcheng became worried for him: "Don't think about it. The worst outcome is just to quit the cruel political game."
Yes! Even if the Fang family withdraws from the military, they can still show their talents elsewhere.
No matter whether she quits or not, no woman wants her man to sneak around in a hail of bullets and live in fear all day long.
"You're right." Fang Ming looked up at the window.
The windows of Yangming Pavilion are very distinctive in design. They are fan-shaped bamboo windows with Mr. Yangming’s wise sayings inlaid on the curved surfaces: There is nothing outside the heart.
Yan Qingcheng was startled, she understood something.
Both of them are top students, Yan Qingcheng even graduated with a master's degree in finance, but what they have in common is that they both received a traditional cramming-style philosophical education.
Following Fang Ming's observation, the conversation between the two turned to philosophy.
Yan Qingcheng laughed and said: "The first time I read Wang Yangming was the criticism of idealism in politics class. He is a typical example of being criticized!"
In the university, all kinds of ideological trends flourished freely, and Wang Yangming's philosophy of mind was very popular in Yanyuan. Otherwise, there would not be such a Yangming Pavilion.
Fang Ming commented: "A man who is known as the Ming Dynasty has made great achievements in meritorious service, morality, and speech. He is by no means a simple person!"
Yan Qingcheng nodded and said: "Yes! Even Zeng Guofan later admired Wang Yangming very much. It's a pity that Xinxue was not inherited and carried forward in China. Instead, it spread to Japan and blossomed outside the wall."