In fact, just as the Yang family felt extremely awkward, Hong Yanwu also felt quite troubled by Yang Weifan's invitation.
Yes, he and Yang Weifan are good buddies, but this does not mean that he is willing to have contact with other members of the Yang family.
In the past, although Yang Weifan had only occasionally mentioned the situation in his family, intentionally or unintentionally, what kind of person was Hong Yanwu? He had already sensed the true situation in Yang Weifan's family from a few words.
What kind of relatives are they?
Just because of the rejection of Yang Weifan and his son, there are endless tricks such as saping, conspiracy, gossiping, material temptation and corruption.
To put it bluntly, Yang Weifan's brothers and sisters were as obsessed with destroying the mother and son as they were in Yue Yuehe's "The Nine Dragons Seize the Progeny".
Even though it is already a new society, this is clearly a common problem among powerful families in feudal society.
Fortunately, there is no such thing as hereditary right now, otherwise Yang Weifan might be in danger for his life just for the sake of General Yang's title of "Gong of the State".
In addition, although Yang Weifan's mother really cared about her son, Hong Yanwu didn't have a bad impression of her.
Not to mention that Moody's arrogant way of teasing the official's wife offended him, but the way Moody loved his son was too dark and selfish.
Hong Yanwu still remembered that in order to clear away Yang Weifan's responsibility for the shooting, Moody did not hesitate to put a shit basin on Shou Jingfang's head. He did not take into account that Shou Jingfang was the person Yang Weifan invited to treat Yang Yaohua.
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Such a cold and cold nature is really chilling, so it would be wise to stay away from him.
What's more, there is a crucial point at the end.
Hong Yanwu was a man who had been re-education through labor. His job was not decent, and his family status was not good either.
For a person like him, even an ordinary family would not be happy for their children to make friends with him.
On the contrary, the sense of superiority of status, the arrogance of status, the arrogance of the family, and the sensitivity and insight into political power games are all common problems in the families of senior cadres.
Therefore, there was a naturally clear and insurmountable gap between the Yang family and him.
As the saying goes, people flock together and things flock together. It is completely foreseeable that if people and things with completely different attributes are forced to get together, they will definitely be uncomfortable with each other.
As for whether they would object to Yang Weifan continuing to associate with him after meeting him, I can't say.
So it seems that not going is the best outcome for both of us.
But the difficulty lies in the fact that Yang Weifan conveyed the invitation on behalf of his father.
Just because of the special choice of New Year's Day and Yang Weifan's tireless persuasion, we know that the sincerity of this veteran general who has spent his life in the military and has outstanding achievements is still very obvious.
In this way, whether it is out of admiration for heroes or respect for friends and elders, it is difficult to refute other people's face.
So after careful consideration, Hong Yanwu still held his nose and agreed.
But he was really not willing to suffer this "foreign crime" alone, so he put forward a condition and asked if Chen Liquan could accompany him.
"Of course. Izumi is also a good buddy of mine."
Yang Weifan agreed immediately and explained immediately.
"Hey, let's not beat around the bush, let's make it clear to avoid misunderstandings. In fact, I know that you are not willing to go, and you will definitely feel uncomfortable if you go, so I don't have the nerve to invite Quanzi. If Quanzi is willing to give this face, I can't ask for it.
Woolen cloth."
Chen Liquan never cared about this, he was so happy after hearing it.
"I'll go, but I'll be busy eating, as long as you don't mind."
Hong Yanwu also said, "It's not that I'm not willing to go. I'm afraid that your family will treat you badly if they see us..."
Yang Weifan didn't like hearing this and immediately waved his hand.
"No matter where you are, don't have any worries. You are my friends, it's none of their business! Yes, my mother is a bit difficult to deal with, and she has a few thoughts. But even if she is the Empress Dowager Cixi,
I am not Emperor Guangxu either. Besides, my father is very easy-going and open-minded. He first confirmed that our friends are true friends and he wants to see you. How can my mother make him unhappy? Not to mention my brothers.
Sister, they have nothing to say. So you can just relax..."
At this point, Hong Yanwu could only pat Yang Weifan on the shoulder.
"Yeah. It's all because of the old man!"
Two days later, the New Year's Day finally arrived.
As the voice came out on the early morning radio that "the government has ordered the People's Liberation Army to stop shelling Kinmen and other islands from today," the "Message to Compatriots in Taiwan" became the most important news, kicking off 1979.
At 9:30 in the morning that day, Yang Weifan came on time as agreed and drove to pick up Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan. He took them straight to the west of Beijing.
As we all know, the Gongzhufen area is a gathering place for large courtyards, which was still a suburb in this era.
From here to the foot of the West Mountain, the headquarters of the Air Force, Navy, Signal Corps, General Logistics Corps, Artillery Corps, Armored Corps, Engineering Corps, and Railway Corps are lined up in sequence.
Moreover, these military compounds are all unified, self-contained, and relatively closed.
Each of them has its own office area, living area, canteen, service club, auditorium, club, swimming pool, hospital, fleet, kindergarten, primary school, and even middle school.
Just like independent small cities, they can fully deserve the words "big and comprehensive".
So when Yang Weifan drove into the "Hai X Compound", Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan, who had only been to the Third General Staff Office, felt unprecedentedly fresh about this relatively special environment and atmosphere.
It is rare to see "green" here, basically navy gray. However, the discipline of the soldiers and the strict sense of hierarchy, like all military stations, are always implemented in every corner. Let the entire compound
Always look organized.
For example, whether it is shopping, taking a bath, getting a haircut, watching a movie, or eating, the queues are always neat and orderly without any chaos. There are almost no queues outside.
Also, the housing for ordinary cadres, military cadres and senior cadres in the courtyard are completely different.
The residences of senior cadres are on one floor, with six spacious rooms on each floor. Ordinary cadres usually live in two buildings with shared toilets. Workers live in bungalows around the compound.
It is no exaggeration to say that this neat and hierarchical atmosphere makes it a bit unclear whether this is where these people work or where they live.
The only ones who can be called energetic and not too rigid are the young men in the Navy Yard who can do anything.
They all dress in gray, white socks, and white-edged loafers (commonly known as "Pian'er shoes", "Pian'er lazy"). The back seat of the bicycle must be removed, and the companions sit on the front beam.
In the courtyard, you can often see men and women holding cigarettes in their mouths and riding bicycles whizzing by together. They look a bit uninhibited and indulgent, like "mountain kings".
But even such a chic group that does its own thing is still shrouded in a kind of underlying rules and norms.
To put it bluntly, this is because they have grown up in such an environment and have become accustomed to relying on commonality. The worship of power and hierarchy makes it difficult for them to have any real independence or individuality.
For example, "unconventional" people like them are still inseparable from the concept of group, and are deliberately meaningless.
It's just to make a simple comparison with the Army children who wear brown and red-edged "shoes", dark blue socks, raise the bicycle seat to the highest position, and get used to it both front and rear.
And they are still extremely sensitive to any reference that can establish their level.
If you pay close attention, you can often hear answers like this from their mouths.
"What's your dad's rank?"
"Colonel. What is your father's rank?"
"Oh, Lieutenant."
"Come on, then you can hang out with me from now on."
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
It is so natural and common that no matter which party agrees with it, there is no objection.
So after the initial sense of novelty, Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan soon felt uninterested. As two children who grew up in an alley, they instinctively felt a huge institutional pressure in such an environment, which was incompatible with their own free and loose attitude.
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What they didn't expect was that the worst affected area by this atmosphere was Yang Weifan's home, which made them feel even more constrained.
For example, Yang Weifan's home actually has an entire security squad stationed there.
When he drove a friend into his home, he had to wait patiently for the security guard to complete the inspection and call him inside before he could be saluted and let go.
In addition, his home is full of government-sponsored service personnel, drivers, boilermakers, cooks, and waiters. In such an environment, it is difficult to protect one's privacy and tranquility.
The most exaggerated thing is the living room in his home. The room is very spacious, with three large chandeliers on the roof, so big that it seems like you can't see the end of it at a glance.
But apart from a dozen single or double sofas and some coffee tables, there was no other furniture in the room. There were only portraits of leaders and some photos and certificates hung on the walls.
But what is particularly interesting is that not only is a large rockery bonsai of about two square meters with goldfish and green plants placed in the middle of the living room, but the teacups that the waiter brought to Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan actually had writing on them with a calligraphy pen.
Arabic numerals.
Chen Liquan felt strange when he saw it like this.
"Yang Zi, why do you still have writing on your cups? Are you still afraid of losing them?"
Yang Weifan's answer was beyond imagination.
"The living room in our house is just for meetings. Whenever there are guests at home, there are many people, and my parents will make tea for everyone. Write the numbers in this way so that everyone will not make a mess."
At this time, Hong Yanwu and Chen Liquan observed again. Sure enough, there were many ashtrays on the coffee table in the living room, and ten thermos bottles stacked in the corners. In terms of layout and form, it was actually the same as a conference room in a public institution.