Chapter 34: Goodbye if you are destined to be

Chen Zikun was drunk and thought he was confused. He rubbed his eyes. It was indeed Xia Xiaoqing standing across the street. It was late at night. The shops facing the street had door panels. It was hard to block the wind and rain under the eaves, and Xia Xiaoqing's trousers were wet.

Just as she was about to cross the street, a carriage passed by, and a bell rang. When she saw that there were no figures under the eaves, Chen Zikun stood in the middle of the street and looked around, and finally found Xia Xiaoqing's traces. She was walking quickly towards the distance with a small bag.

Chen Zikun hurriedly chased after him and tried to pull Xia Xiaoqing's hand, but she threw it away: "Don't worry about me, you all want me anymore, I'll go find my mother."

Chen Zikun felt ridiculous and angry. Isn’t this obvious that he acted like a spoiled person? He really wanted to find your mother, so why are you waiting for him on the street? But you can’t say this, you can only coax him at this time.

"Who said I don't want you anymore?" Chen Zikun relied on some wine and hugged Xia Xiaoqing in his arms. He was already ready to be hit hard, but he didn't know that Xia Xiaoqing just resisted symbolically and surrendered, lying on Chen Zikun's shoulder and snot and tears.

"My father beat me, I don't want me anymore, I'm homeless, um, um." The nose mixed with rain water was applied to Chen Zikun's brand new gown.

"Then what, isn't I still there? Go home with me." Chen Zikun said.

"That won't work. I haven't married you yet. I'll go to your house in the middle of the night, and my reputation will be ruined for a lifetime." Xia Xiaoqing said seriously.

"Then..." Chen Zikun scratched his head and said, "Since that's the case, find a hotel for one night."

Xia Xiaoqing bit her lip and thought for a long time: "Okay, but you are not allowed to act like a hooligan."

Chen Zikun said: "If you don't know where, I will sign a room for you and then go home to sleep."

Xia Xiaoqing was annoyed again: "Okay, you don't want me anymore. I'm not alive anymore. I'll go find my mother."

Chen Zikun complained, thinking to himself, what did this woman think, this is not OK, that is not OK, right, isn't it okay to sacrifice my life to accompany a gentleman?

"Okay, I'll be with you." Chen Zikun gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, making this major decision.

"Hehe, this is almost the same." Xia Xiaoqing burst into tears and smiled.

Donglaishun Restaurant is located in the area of ​​Dong'an Market. There is a very good hotel nearby called Donghua Inn. Unlike the Western-style hotels of the Six Kingdoms Hotel, Donghua Inn is the style of Gaosheng Inn in the former Qing Dynasty. At that time, the people who came and sent to Beijing to report their work were all local officials. Therefore, the rooms are extremely luxurious and elegant, all with inner and outer jackets, and the furniture is also Chinese, but the room price is much cheaper than the Six Kingdoms Hotel. It is only 80 yuan a night.

When registering their names at the counter, Xia Xiaoqing hid behind Chen Zikun like a timid little wife. The Donghua Inn's staff were used to it and thought they were foreign tourists who had just come from the train station to stay.

After opening a second floor upper room, the two of them walked into the room and looked around. The layout was warm and homely. The red tents on the bed were hanging down. For some reason, Xia Xiaoqing's face turned red. Just as Qiqi Ai Ai was about to speak, the guy brought in a basin of hot water, took out two red candles and lit them, and put them on the candlestick and said, "The power is often outages at night, so it's time to activate it."

Chen Zikun gave the guy a tip and bolted the door. The two of them were a little embarrassed and didn't know what to say. After a while, Chen Zikun said, "Well, take a shower and go to bed, I'll just sleep on the ground."

Xia Xiaoqing said, "Just one quilt, how to divide it."

"Then I can't cover myself without covering my quilt?"

"What should you do if you are freezing sick? You have to take you to see the doctor."

"What do you think you should do?" Chen Zikun had no choice.

Xia Xiaoqing smiled sweetly: "Look at you being so honest, I will give you a chance to go to bed. If I sleep inside, you sleep outside, you will not be allowed to cross the line."

Chen Zikun's heart beat wildly and said with a shy face: "What should I do if I cross the line?"

"Chop wherever you cross the line." Xia Xiaoqing flipped her wrist and showed a shiny flying knife.

Chen Zikun swallowed and dared not ask any more.

The two washed their faces and feet. Xia Xiaoqing and Yi climbed onto the bed. Chen Zikun took off his long gown, blew out the candle, and climbed onto the bed.

A silence.

Xia Xiaoqing suddenly said, "I'm cold..."

"What should I do?" Chen Zikun said.

"hug……"

"What should you do if you chop me up?"

"Silly, just pretend."

Having said that, Chen Zikun became a fool if he didn't take any action.

There was a rustling sound, the clothes were thrown out, the belt was thrown out, and a sharp flying knife was thrown out, and the handle of the knife was shaking slightly on the wooden floor.

(Omitted word count and read the official to make up for it yourself)

In the early morning, Chen Zikun woke up from his deep sleep and quietly got up to the window. The drizzle outside was still knocking on the window. On the wet street, pedestrians were in groups of three or three, and Beijing was shrouded in misty rain.

Looking back on the bed, Xia Xiaoqing stretched out her arms like a lotus-like body on the outside of the quilt, and there was a trace of shiny saliva hanging on the corner of her mouth. Perhaps she noticed Chen Zikun's gaze. Xia Xiaoqing opened her eyes, retracted her arms, and whispered: "My clothes."

"Is that?" Chen Zikun asked with a pink bellyband. It was funny. Xia Xiaoqing always dressed in a heroic and sporty training suit, but her close-fitting clothes were like this.

Xia Xiaoqing nodded after blushing, and waited for Chen Zikun to throw her bellyband over, put it in the quilt, and said, "I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat? I'll buy it." Chen Zikun flattered.

"Well..." Xia Xiaoqing blinked her eyes and thought for a while and said, "Sugar fire, oily tea."

"Okay, I'll go now." Chen Zikun put on his clothes and went downstairs to the breakfast shop on the street to buy two portions of sugar-baked hot pot and oil-noodle tea. After thinking about it, he bought another portion of Aiwowo. The donkey rolled around, which are all famous desserts in Beijing.

When I returned to the hotel, I went upstairs to open the door, but I saw that the bed was empty. I thought Xia Xiaoqing had gone to the toilet. After waiting for a while, no one came. Chen Zikun was anxious and searched everywhere but no one was seen. Then I went back to the room to search, but then I found that Xia Xiaoqing's bag was gone.

He quickly went downstairs to ask the guy. The shop on duty at the counter told him that the tall girl had just left the house and left a note for herself.

Chen Zikun took the note and saw a line of words written on it: I'm leaving, don't look for me, I'll see you again if you're destined to do so.

The handwriting is very tender, and it is written by Xia Xiaoqing. Chen Zikun hurried out of the inn and went to the street to look around. The rain wet his clothes, and the carriages and rickshaws whizzed by his body. There was no trace of the person next to him last night in the vast sea of ​​people.

Chen Zikun went to the Sanheyuan rented by the father and daughter of the Xia family. The building was empty and went to Longxugou Site to look for it. The neighbors said that they had moved away and had never seen it before. They had searched for it at the top bridge, but there was no trace.

This incident made Chen Zikun extremely disappointed and depressed. He wanted to go to his hometown in Cangzhou to find Xia Xiaoqing, but then he thought that since he wanted to avoid him, he would definitely not return to Cangzhou. Besides, his days of going abroad are approaching, and it would be unsatisfactory to delay major events.

If you are destined to be together, you will definitely see you again. Chen Zikun had to comfort himself with the message Xia Xiaoqing left before leaving.

These days, friends who sent Cheng Yi came. Zhao Dahai's master Zhao Fangchen, Xu Guodong from the Police Department, and even Yu Zhankui from the Qitianwu Pavilion also sent his eldest disciple Yan Zhiyong to send a red envelope of twenty yuan.

It was the day to leave. Chen Zikun's study abroad affairs were all undertaken by the Army Department, and his funds and passport were collected here. When he entered the army department again, he couldn't help but feel deeply moved. When he first came a few months ago, he led his men to rush over here, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, but today he had to politely return the salute to the sentry.

When he came to an office, he was receiving a colonel officer. He was so young that he was extremely young. Chen Zikun estimated that the chief was at most twenty-five years old.

The colonel was gentle and elegant, with straight tweeds showing the sterling silver cuffs on the French folded shirt in the cuffs. In every move, he politely called Chen Zikun to sit down and asked the orderly soldiers to make coffee. He sat by himself and said with a smile: "Brother Chen Shi went abroad to study this time, we are authentic alumni."

Chen Zikun wondered: "The chief also came from the American Academy of Sciences?"

The colonel said: "My name is Wang Geng, I am a graduate of the 1918th Grain Point. You are my junior."

Chen Zikun raised his respects: "Oh, Shi Jing, it turns out that it is my brother, I have to ask you for more advice."

Wang Geng said: "That's natural, but today we'll talk about business matters first. Your overseas funds have been approved and your passport was completed yesterday. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs sent a special person to deliver it. The things are here. You can sign for it."

A passport of the Republic of China and a promissory note of 5,000 yuan from the Bank of China were handed over to Chen Zikun in a briefcase.

"I don't know if Brother Chen has time tonight. Let's make an appointment to sit there. The coffee from the Army Department is really hard to drink." Wang Geng said with a smile.

"Then I'll bother you." Chen Zikun agreed happily.

That night, Chen Zikun was invited to attend a party held by Wang Geng and his wife at the Beijing Hotel. On the bright and lit dance floor, he missed Yao Yilei again. He learned about foreign things such as driving cars and dancing foreign dances from Yao Yilei. Now the night in Beijing is still dim, but Yiren is nowhere to be seen.

"Xiao Chen, why don't you go dancing?" A pretty and cute woman sat directly beside him, followed by Wang Geng with a wine glass: "Let me introduce it, my wife, Lu Xiaoman, this one is..."

Lu Xiaoman giggled and interrupted him: "I know, no one knows the young talent Chen Zikun, who is so red in Beijing now." As he said that, he stretched out his hand to Chen Zikun, his expression like a queen.

Her accent had a little soft voice from the Southern Wu Ninth. The noble lady who was above was somewhat similar to Yao Yilei. Chen Zikun couldn't help but feel dazed and was so stupid that she didn't react.

"Madam invites you to dance." Wang Geng reminded with a smile. He was not wearing a military uniform, but a handsome evening dress.

"Sorry." Chen Zikun hurriedly got up and took Lu Xiaoman into the dance floor. It happened that the song ended and the band changed into a dance song with a cheerful rhythm.

"Can tango?" Lu Xiaoman asked.

"Yes." At this moment, Chen Zikun seemed to have returned to the moment he was with Yao Yilei.

As the dance music with a very exotic style started, the two danced gracefully. Tango was different from the elegant and luxurious waltz, with its elegant and luxurious palace flavor. The movements were extremely hot and bold, not only had high requirements for dancing skills, but also higher requirements for the dancer's temperament and body shape.

Chen Zikun is a martial arts master, and he can play with his shadowless feet in Foshan. It is no problem to have a tango. In addition, he is tall and long, and his small and exquisite dancing skills are perfect matches. Especially when he turned his head, his pair of electric eyes made the female guests present fascinated.

The song ended, and the surroundings were silent for a moment, and suddenly applauded everywhere. Wang Gengdai even applauded even more, excited.

"I'm so ugly." Chen Zikun was a little restrained. After all, he didn't often go in and out of such social circles.

"If that's the case, you're a master in the dance forest." Lu Xiaoman's sweat was full of sweat, and his eyes were as charming as silk.
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