Chapter 89 [In Kyoto] (Seventh)

The old man put down his pen, raised his head, looked at Peng Fang and Jin Yang calmly, and said in a strong hometown accent: "Since you are here, don't be cramped! I'm not a tiger, relax."

Peng Fang stood up and said, "Come on the verge of disturbing you. This is my intention." As he said that, he took the convenience bag from Jin Yang and was about to hand it over. But he saw that Mr. Zhao's face was wrong, and Secretary Hong had no intention of going forward to receive the gift. He immediately sweated coldly. The so-called "not hitting the gift-giver" is just a universal value. But this concept must not be copied to the older generation of revolutionary leaders. He thought to himself that if Mr. Zhao's taboo was against Mr. Zhao's taboo, it would be worth the loss.

When the situation was about to be in a cold situation, Xuanxuan, who sent a hot towel to wipe Mr. Zhao's hands, relieved: "Don't you know? My grandfather has three things to say. One is not to give gifts; two is not to talk about human affairs; three is not to write an inscription."

Seeing that Peng Fang was embarrassed, Jin Yang had to bite the bullet and help, "It's not a gift. It's just an inkstone. When Xuanxuan said that Mr. Zhao likes calligraphy, Peng*** felt that coming to the door empty-handed was disrespectful to Mr. Zhao, so he chose an ordinary inkstone, which was not worth a cigarette."

Seeing Jin Yang open, Xuanxuan quickly turned up Mr. Zhao's arm and said coquettishly: "Uncle Jin Yang is right! Just an inkstone. At worst, grandpa will give you something back later. Uncle Jin and ask him to make a little money back, which is not considered as his gift."

Mr. Zhao risp and snorted, "Please accept it."

The tense atmosphere in the room suddenly disappeared. Xuanxuan took the convenience bag with a smile and opened it in front of everyone. It was indeed an inkstone.

Secretary Hong then took it. He is an expert in inkstones. When you buy it, you know that although this inkstone is not a top-notch product, its quality is maintained intact. It is definitely not just worth a cigarette, but it is estimated to be between 6,000 and 10,000 yuan.

In fact, the gifts at this price were the result of Peng Fang's repeated considerations. Since Mr. Zhao was more than ordinary people, no matter how expensive the gifts he gave, he would not impress him. On the other hand, if you ask, how much salary you earn per month? How did this thing come about, it would make you feel sexy. Therefore, gifts of about a few thousand to ten thousand yuan are the most appropriate. That's why he dragged an acquaintance to get this inkstone.

Secretary Hong winked at Xuanxuan when he went out. Although she didn't want to leave, she came from a big family and knew how to advance and retreat than children of the same age. Especially when she opened the packaging in front of everyone, she seemed to be unconscious and childlike impulse, but in fact, she wanted to prove to Mr. Zhao that the gift box was indeed an inkstone; secondly, she was worried that there was something else in the packaging box.

When Xuanxuan went out, she said to Jin Yangjiao, "I'm just outside!" The implication is that you don't be afraid.

It wasn't over yet. Before she left the door, she suddenly turned around and smiled at Mr. Zhao and said, "Grandpa, don't criticize Uncle Jin."

Mr. Zhao himself has experienced bloody rain on the battlefield, life and death, and enjoyed wealth and prosperity throughout his life. He has also experienced the ups and downs on and off the stage. The warmth and coldness of the world, and the skill of nourishing qi has long been beyond ordinary people. After years of being closed-door and resting, reading and writing to maintain qi, it is another new realm. But after all, people are not Buddhas, and being still as motionless as a mountain is just a realm. And this realm can often be easily broken by Zhao Xuanxuan.

"Xiao Peng, you are in charge of the Xihai." Mr. Zhao slowly sat down and asked.

"Yes, Mr. Zhao, serve the people of Xihai."

"The West Sea is a good place. The revolutionaries held high the banner of the Xinhai Revolution and revolted in Wujiang, firing the first shot of the New China Revolution and overthrew the rule of the feudal dynasty for more than two thousand years. At the First Congress of the Communist Party of China, there were five founders from the West Sea. After the founding of New China, two presidents of the West Sea were also produced. They also contributed many senior generals to our army. The people of the West Sea have been unremitting struggles for freedom and liberation, and made great sacrifices for the New China."

"Yes! Your heroic deeds in the Hunan-Hubei-Jiangxi Border Region inspire three generations. Now Xihai Province is vigorously supporting and promoting the red tourism route. On behalf of the Xihai Provincial Party Committee, Provincial Government and the people of the old district, I welcome you to return to the old place and see where you have fought!" Peng Fang invited me emotionally.

Mr. Zhao smiled and neither agreed nor refused, but turned his eyes to Jin Yang. His eyes that once scared countless enemies and political enemies showed a kind divine light, "Jin Yang, I heard of your name last year!"

Jin Yang stood up in fear and said, "I have heard your name since I was a child. In textbooks, newspapers, books, TV and movies, your name is everywhere."

Mr. Zhao smiled indifferently. Such flattery words would not have any effect on him. He had accusations with Jin Yang like an ordinary old man, such as who else is at home, work difficulties and experiences, etc.

Jin Yang answered one by one, not daring to hide anything.

Mr. Zhao changed the topic and said in a gentle tone: "The first time I came to Kyoto?"

“Yes. The first time.”

"Have you been here before?" Mr. Zhao was a little puzzled. According to his understanding, there have been various Kyoto summer camp activities in primary and secondary schools in the mainland, so that children across the country can understand Kyoto and love their motherland.

Jin Yanghan smiled, "The main reason is that my uncle talks about Kyoto too mysteriously. I yearn for Kyoto, but I am full of awe. I like to keep a distance from the people or things I respect. So I didn't come."

Mr. Zhao narrowed his eyes and said, "What did your uncle say? Let's listen."

Jin Yang suddenly felt that he had stolen Peng Fang's limelight, and some of the things Jin Banshan said were all things he thought were illusory, like dog meat. He could usually eat at a street stall, but he would never be able to sit on the main table.

"...My uncle loves metaphysics, said that Kyoto is a city of dragon veins and imperial power, and said that history has its roots when choosing Kyoto. Kyoto is surrounded by mountains and water, the dragon veins are about to rush, palms and Mingtang, etc.." Jin Yang had a very strong ability to observe the sequelae, but he could not see any movement from the face of the old man Wubo in the ancient well. He had to continue to pull down, "Ten years ago, the uncle came to Beijing for the fifth time. He went to the ruins of Yuan Dadu when he came back. He sighed at me for many days, saying that the ancestors were invisible.

Shangzhi actually created an amazing city during the Yuan Dynasty. It is difficult to plan such a perfect pattern with the most modern urban architecture. Yuan Dadu City laid the scale of Kyoto today, and it has not changed yet. Three points are prominent: square, establishing the design of the central axis. In the big city, a big road intersects vertically with the central axis; the street is straight, just south and north, west and east; the water-friendly construction of the city, the small family spirit of the abandoned Jin Zhongdu is what water system... "

Mr. Zhao reminded: "Lotus Pond Water System."

"Yes, it was the Lotus Pond Water System, and later the Grand Canal that reached the south of the Yangtze River was dug. So no matter how much expansion the current Kyoto City was developed, how many rings it had been developed, extending north and south or east, it could never escape the frame of Yuan Dadu. It was just that it was big and modern."

Old Zhao stretched his eyebrows and nodded, "Your uncle is a little insightful." Speaking of this, he said to Peng Fang, "I will find time to go to Xihai this year, there are two things and three requirements."

Peng Fang said in surprise: "As long as you tell me everything."

"One; I only go to the old district to see my old comrades who have been sleeping in the long-lasting years; two; meet Jin Yang's uncle. Three requirements: no notification to the news media; no officials from all over the country; no local reception."

Peng Fang immediately stated: "Please make sure to do as you ask."

Mr. Zhao immediately stood up.

Peng Fang and Jin Yang knew that the time for the old man to meet was up, so they stood up and said goodbye.

Mr. Zhao suddenly pointed to a pair of words on the long desk, "Comrade Peng Fang, when you come in, the words I wrote are also a fate. I give them to you. I hope you can be a conscientious official who does practical things and good things for the people."

Peng Fang repeatedly thanked him. Today he was really in vain. Not only did he successfully invite Mr. Zhao, but he also received the gift from Mr. Zhao. You should know that Mr. Zhao refused to write inscriptions more than ten years ago, let alone the gift from Mr. Zhao.

Jin Yang carefully helped Peng Fang roll up the long painting, and couldn't help but say with a shameless face: "Old Zhao, you can't be more generous than one, should you give me a piece of calligraphy?" As he said that, his eyes swept over the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, thinking about which one is better.

Peng Fang didn't expect that Jin Yang was so bold that he actually asked Mr. Zhao for his words. He immediately snorted: "Jin Yang, don't be rude."

Mr. Zhao laughed and said bluntly: "I don't have any words, I'll give you a word."

Jin Yang thought to himself, what's the use of words? They are not worth it and cannot be taken out to show off, but he still controlled the smile on his face very well, "I'm sorry I didn't bring a recorder."

When Mr. Zhao and Peng Fang heard this, they both laughed.

"I'll give you eight words." Mr. Zhao said ups and downs: "Life in a simple way, firm belief!"

"Life in a simple way, firm belief!" Jin Yang read it and said seriously: "This is good. I will remember it for the rest of my life."

This flattery is hard to beat, but it has a hint of humor.

Mr. Zhao smiled again, "Although I didn't give you the word ", I promise Xuanxuan to give you a gift. I'll ask her to take you to choose later, and you can choose it yourself."

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Zhao for being generous!" Jin Yang's face was filled with joy. He pretended to be rushing to pick up gifts, said goodbye hurriedly, and walked out of the study.

In fact, he was not thinking about the gifts, but wanted to leave Peng Fang the opportunity to speak alone. This opportunity is even more capable than promotion. If he dies, he will never be able to do so forever.

Peng Fangxin knew it very well, but on the surface he had to say: "Please forgive Mr. Zhao, he is still young."

"What are you forgive? Forgive his frankness and unpretentiousness?" Zhao Lao said: "Now many officials have lost their edges and corners when they are young. They think they have seen through the official world. They pretend to be restrained after having experienced more experiences, pretend to be silent, pretend to be low-key, and are sophisticated and sleek. I don't like it."

Peng Fang said: "Yes, what I saw at the beginning was that he had a chivalrous heart. There are too few young people like this now."

...

Jin Yang came to the yard, Xuanxuan jumped up from the rattan chair and said with a smile: "Is the talk finished?"

Jin Yang nodded to Secretary Hong, "Hello Uncle Hong!"

Secretary Hong nodded slightly and smiled.

Jin Yang then snapped his fingers at Xuanxuan and said mysteriously: "Your grandpa said that you will take me to pick a gift."

"Ah! Uncle Jin, you really make a fortune now. Let's take you there." Xuanxuan said as she pulled Jin Yang's hand and quickly entered the back room of the main courtyard.

Jin Yang picked up items in Mr. Zhao's collection room. When he went out, he pulled a newspaper from the newspaper rack and put it on his waist. He swayed out of the middle hall. Xuanxuan followed him closely. Speaking of which, she had a lot of brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, but everyone could not touch each other a few times a year. At school, both teachers and classmates kept a sense of awe of distance from her and did not make a friend who could make friends.

Jin Yang is the only exception, and she entered her life in a specific environment. Moreover, the sister-in-law and uncle who she admires most value Jin Yang, which undoubtedly further elevates his position in her heart.

"Did you stay for dinner? Uncle!" Xuanxuan widened her expectant eyes.

Jin Yang thought to himself, your grandfather didn’t keep us for dinner. No matter how thick-skinned I am, I feel embarrassed to continue to lift your flag and squeeze onto your dining table. I have no appetite to eat!

"Uncle has a dinner party in the afternoon..." Jin Yang explained and comforted him, "Didn't we agree? I'll take you to have enough summer vacation."

Xuanxuan blinked helplessly, silently pouted her mouth and bulged her cheeks.

At this time, Peng Fang also left Mr. Zhao's study room, waiting at the gate of the courtyard one step earlier than him, and politely greeted and chatted with Secretary Hong.

An ordinary Changan Mazda slowly stopped in front of the courtyard. Zhao Miao got out of the car and shouted at Peng Fang: "Peng***, are you leaving now? If you don't stay for a meal, I'll come back to accompany you."

Peng Fang said first, "Thank you!", and then explained in a very tactful way that the reason why he couldn't stay for dinner today. Peng Fang said in a slightly surprised manner: "Comrade Lao Man treats you very rarely!"

He was not pretentious, "That's going to go, it's too difficult to eat his meal. These old men from the China Securities Regulatory Commission ate from south to south, northwest, and I haven't heard anyone they invited to have a big meal."

"Uncle!" Xuanxuan sent Jin Yang's hand away and ran quickly towards Zhao Miao.

Zhao Miao smiled and looked at Zhao Xuanxuan up and down, "Well! The older you grow, the more beautiful you are, you'll catch up with your aunt!"

Xuanxuan's face turned slightly red and she whispered: "I can't do it. My sister-in-law is the beauty of another realm!"

"Brother Miao is off work!" Jin Yang smiled and stepped forward.

Zhao Miao's eyes fell on Jin Yang's armpit with a very accurate accuracy, and said with a smile: "Look, see what good things have you coaxed away from my old man?"

Jin Yang smiled and said, "It's nothing, a porcelain pot."

Zhao Miao opened the newspaper and looked at it, saying, "A porcelain pot? Blue and white porcelain! Golden Yang, Jin Yang, your eyes are so poisonous. Do you know what the origin of this porcelain pot?"

Jin Yang shook his head. Xuanxuan quietly retreated.

"This was bought by a fellow villager from a fellow villager when my grandfather was traveling in the mountainous area of ​​western Hubei. After many years of being with him, it was so difficult to keep it intact! The old man knew that he would feel sorry for a while. Xuanxuan, come here..."

Xuanxuan's legs continued to move back and lowered her head and said, "Grandpa promised him to pick one of them casually!"

"You must have reminded him, otherwise I wouldn't believe he has this level of appreciation?"

Jin Yang wanted to refute, but kept silent. He was really criticized by Zhao Miao. After entering Mr. Zhao's collection room, his eyes were staring at famous calligraphy and paintings and some objects that looked grand and historically valuable, and he did not pay attention to porcelain pots, bowls and dishes.

Peng Fang said freely: "Jin Yang has removed the blue and white porcelain, or replaced it with something else."

Secretary Hong and Zhao Miao shook their heads at the same time.

"The old man promised a fortune. He was the one who picked it." Zhao Miao searched for Xuanxuan with his eyes and joked: "Xiao Xuanxuan, how old you are, you know you have started to scammers..."

"Who is traitorous... I won't talk to you anymore, I'll do my homework..." Xuanxuan knew that she was in the wrong, and she had thirty-six strategies, leaving the best strategy.

Jin Yang suddenly said, "Whye Brother Miao will go with us?"
Chapter completed!