Chapter two hundred and eighty fourth green memory
This is a very old house. The colorful brick corridor on the ground seems to have a long history. It should be renovated from an ancient palace, but there are automatic water sprinklers around it, and many decorations are mixed with Western elements...
The old man standing in the middle of the corridor is undoubtedly the elder Murte they call him. He is a very kind-looking old Mongolian man with a round Mongolian face and small eyes, but he is full of brilliance and can be seen as a calm man.
A well-trained family leader.
Next to the old man stood a young woman. The woman was only in her twenties. She was wearing gorgeous and complicated Mongolian ancient clothes. She wore a thick pure gold decorative necklace around her neck, layered one on top of another, with large beads inlaid on it.
Turquoise and agate, but because they are so thick, they always look like gold shackles.
Chen Zhi is very familiar with this face. During his long technical high school career, this face was once the goddess that all the boys dreamed of!
This woman's name is Fu Yuanyuan, and she is the school beauty of their technical high school. Although most of the students in Chen Zhi's technical high school are unable to enter college and do nothing but skip school and play games every day, this girl is like a spring of fresh water.
The same thing makes all boys dream about it.
Fu Yuanyuan was born with a beautiful, white face, a pair of big shining eyes that seemed to be able to speak, and she always smiled at people innocently and pleasantly. This kind of beauty is different from the kind of gorgeous and stunning beauty, but a pure and clean one.
She is so beautiful. Some people say that she is even more beautiful than the milk tea girl on the Internet.
Like all boys, Chen Zhi also liked her in high school, but Chen Zhi's conditions at that time were too poor and he had low self-esteem. He did not have the courage to talk to such a school beauty.
But at a classmate's birthday party, Fu Yuanyuan once handed him a box with a signature pen inside. Inside the box was a note that said "I want to be friends with you~~"
But this small detail was immediately discovered by those classmates, and everyone immediately started to boo. For a fifteen or sixteen-year-old high school student, this scene was very embarrassing. Fu Yuanyuan immediately ran out and never spoke to Chen Zhi again.
Talked.
Chen Zhi also thought that the school belle was making fun of him, so the young relationship ended before it even started to sprout~~~~
Unexpectedly, many years later, this former campus goddess would appear in this place...
Fu Yuanyuan obviously recognized him. When she saw Chen Zhi appear, her eyes lit up, but she did not speak. Then a trace of sadness appeared between her eyebrows that was difficult to conceal.
No one else noticed that they knew each other, and the Mongolian old man also greeted him very politely.
“Welcome, welcome, all distinguished guests~~”
Father Murte looked at Chen Zhi with a smile on his face,
"If I guess correctly, this is Mr. Chen mentioned by Mr. Bao. He is indeed a talented person, young and promising~~~"
After Mr. Murte finished speaking politely, he put his hand on his chest, bowed very respectfully, said a few words in Mongolian, and raised his hand and waved it twice in front of Chen Zhi.
Chen Zhi has seen this kind of etiquette. It is the highest etiquette for Mongolians to welcome guests and express their blessings to the guests!!!
"Yes! Yes! This is Chen Zhi...",
Lao Jiandou also smiled politely and said,
"Oh~~, Dad Murte, I haven't seen you for a few years, and your complexion is getting better and better.
We arrived last night, and we didn’t want to disturb you, so we came to visit this morning. Please don’t be offended~~”
"Oh~, I should be the one to pick you up in person. I am old and my body is no longer useful!! You should not be offended~~~"
Father Murte replied in very fluent Chinese,
"My grandson is an impetuous person. He was not rude when he went to pick you up!"
"No, you are too polite. Your grandson, Prince Humeng, is a very polite person..." Lao Jiandou immediately replied politely.
The two old men exchanged polite greetings with each other for a long time. Finally, Mr. Murte pointed at the woman beside him and said.
"This is the widow of my deceased son. Women should not be allowed to come out to pick up distinguished guests, but my son's funeral is being held later. Please bear with me..."
"Widow?",
Chen Zhi's mind moved and he immediately understood the reason why this school beauty appeared here.
It turns out that long after graduating from high school, this former school beauty had married to Mongolia and became the young mistress of the Golden Family.
When Lao Jiandou heard that a funeral was being held later, he immediately made a strong request to go and see it, saying that he would go and offer incense on behalf of the Bao family. These social etiquettes are cumbersome and complicated, and naturally a veteran like Lao Jiandou would not miss a step~
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Lao Jiandou and Mr. Murte greeted each other and walked towards the backyard. Chen Zhi and the others and Prince Humeng followed behind. Lao Jiandou said some words of condolences and comfort along the way, and even cried decently.
Two blasts made the atmosphere very heavy.
Fat Wei looked at Fu Yuanyuan in front of him who was wearing pure gold jewelry, then turned back and asked Humeng softly: "Hey! Brother Prince, that widow is different from your Mongolian girl! If I hadn't seen it,
If I’m wrong, he should be a Chinese!”
|"You guessed it right~~",
Humeng said with a somewhat ungrateful smile: "That is the woman my uncle brought from China. My uncle liked her very much and married her after he brought her here..."
"Ah?" Fat Wei didn't understand very much when he heard this.
"Prince Humeng, even you are not young anymore, and your uncle must be at least 50 years old? Why did you marry such a young man?"
"What's this!" Hu Meng replied nonchalantly:
"Our Golden Family is the richest family in Mongolia. The men in our family have many women, and everyone is young and beautiful. I will be the same in the future~~~~
My uncle was already 59 years old when he passed away! This was his first wife, and he had countless lovers during his lifetime~~
Now that my uncle is gone, that woman is the widow of our golden family, but she has no children and may get married again."
"What?" Fat Wei was a little surprised after hearing this.
"You guys are so open-minded! Your uncle is still pretending to be a funeral. He is so anxious to get your aunt married~~"
“She’s nothing more than a Chinese woman~~”,
Hu Meng glanced at Fu Yuanyuan in front of him with disdain, as if he was looking at something.
"This woman, like the gold around her neck, is a legacy left by my uncle. She belongs entirely to the men of our golden family. Every one of our direct descendants is qualified to share her~~"