Xi Lanting took it and took a sip. There was no displeasure on his face, but his words were very stiff: "Yun Qiao, I don't like to talk about state affairs. State affairs have nothing to do with me. I'm just a medicine pot. I don't care about the survival of the nation.
A matter of family and country."
Yun Qiao: "..."
"In this world, there are people like Cheng Li and Jiang Yanjin who have broad minds; there are also people like me who just muddle along." Xi Lanting said, "Not everyone is great, and I am not great."
Yun Qiao was busy making excuses.
Xi Lanting seemed to understand what she was saying, knowing that she admired Cheng Li and admired Jiang Yanjin's ideals.
And he is not such a person.
He does business, engages in industry, mines and builds railways, all for the purpose of making money.
Life and death in the world have nothing to do with him.
He is not of the same race as these people, nor can he even be considered their kind.
Who would appreciate his good intentions for these ordinary people? Human beings often say that those who are not of our own kind must have different intentions. Xi Lanting will not stick to it and ask for trouble.
There was a time when he hated the bit of blood flowing in his body because it belonged to humans.
"...Seventh Uncle, I don't mean that." Yun Qiao straightened his expression, "The world is not peaceful. You have not betrayed the country or taken advantage of the opportunity to make money. You are already very conscientious.
I know you have done a lot of good deeds. In this world, passion is good, but sometimes it depends on the results. Not being passionate and sincere will definitely lead to a favorable situation."
Xi Lanting heard this nonsense and shook his head again: "Don't take away any good points from me, and don't try to put a halo on me."
Yun Qiao fell silent.
The table in front of them was chatting, saying that the current concession was not enough, and they wanted to expand their power and occupy more resources.
They speak English.
Then they said that the relationship between the President and the Japanese Consulate was too close, and Japan's interests in China were too great, and they should be separated.
On the land of China, they talk unscrupulously about dividing the Chinese homes, land and resources.
When Xi Lanting heard this, he frowned slightly and said to Yun Qiao: "Go to the back to change and let's play tennis."
Yun Qiao said hello.
Xi Lanting walked behind Yun Qiao. When he passed the foreigners, something seemed to flash through his fingers. He left slowly.
Clothes and shoes were prepared at the tennis court. After Yun Qiao changed, she tied up her hair high and went to wait for Xi Lanting. Xi Lanting came over later, dressed in the same shorts as her.
He is a man who wears elegant long robes and fashionable suits. But in short clothes, he looks sharp and heroic, like a knight-errant.
"Is there a win or loss?" Yun Qiao asked.
She remembered the last time she played with Cheng Li and she tried her best but still lost to him.
Xi Lanting: “It’s not about winning or losing, it’s just entertainment.”
Yun Qiao felt relieved.
Because there is no winning or losing, there is no time limit. The two of you come and go, no one is working hard, it is just exercise.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, Yun Qiao was sweating all over at the outdoor tennis court. Her cheeks were red, her hands and feet were warm, and her back was sweating. However, Xi Lanting's forehead was also sweating.
During the break, Yun Qiao stepped forward to hold his hand, wanting to see if his palm was warm.
Xi Lanting was caught off guard, being held by such a warm hand, smelling the unique fragrance of a girl, and her memory suddenly jumped back to the past.
The back of his hand suddenly tightened and he held Yun Qiao's hand tightly.
Before Yun Qiao could feel his warmth and coldness, the bones in her palms were almost crushed.