Chapter 179 (1/2)

In May 1935, in the water town of the south of the Yangtze River, the lotus was unfolding, the duckweed was overflowing, and the awning boat was carrying the rare drizzle, shuttling between the green willows and the red flowers.

The news from the north that Hu Enpu and Bai Yuhuan were assassinated by two Pro Japanese journalists in Tianjin's Japanese concession has given everyone a bad feeling.

The two sides negotiated for a month, and the two sides signed the ”He Mei agreement”. The Nanjing national government withdrew the central army and the Northeast Army in Hebei, and Japan infiltrated Hebei by force.

As soon as the agreement was made public, the Nanjing government immediately became the focus of thousands of people's repudiation, and the protests from all sides were like frying pan.

Qiao ruochu happened to pass the final exam. She applied for the law course of Soochow University. Her ambition was discussed with Lin Junmai. He completely agreed and said that she would be asked to write a recommendation for her. Qiao ruochu refused.

Before filling in the application form, President George Yang tried to persuade her to go abroad to study law. Qiao ruochu explained that he didn't want to be too far away from her husband. President Yang said that he fully understood that although he knew that she would be rejected, he still had to express his expectations.

On the day after the examination, she read in the newspaper that He Xiangning, a veteran of the Kuomintang, had sent Chairman Jiang an old dress that she had worn and was still wearing

A poem: I call myself a man in vain, but I'm willing to accept the Japanese slave spirit. If you don't fight and send mountains and rivers, you will be shamed all the time. My women, are willing to die on the battlefield. Change my women's clothes for your clothes!

Because of Lin Junmai, Qiao ruochu became increasingly sensitive to politics and the situation. She pointed to the newspaper and asked him, ”Junmai, are you afraid of war?”

Lin Junmai took her to his arms and glanced at the newspaper in her hand. ”I'm afraid, I'm afraid.”

”Is it because you are afraid of war that the government made such a compromise with the Japanese?”

”Ruochu. Once the war starts, I'm afraid I can only choose the same integrity and life. ” He hugged his wife tightly, as if there was not much time left for him to talk with her.

After listening to his words, she put her head on his shoulder, her heart was like a stem, and she did not dare to ask again.

After Xu Hongsheng died, Lin Junmai felt that it was safe for the time being, so he let Qiao Qingya go back to Yan garden. In recent months, Qiao ruochu has been back to Yan garden many times, almost in a day or two.

After returning to Yanyuan, Qiao Qingya is in a good mood. He learns to play with records every day. Fortunately, there are only three people in Yanyuan. He is not embarrassed how to sing.

Lin Junmai sometimes accompanied Qiao ruochu to Yan garden, where they met and kept their unforgettable memories.

To Lin Junmai, Qiao Qingya is not cold and indifferent. People call him ”father”. He snorts a response from his nose. After several times, Lin Junmai doesn't please him. In private, he said to Qiao ruochu: ”this man has a black heart and a bad family background. You should guard against him and remember how your concubine mother died.”

His words make Qiao ruochu feel cold. Lin Junmai's protection of Qiao's family over the years, in exchange for a word of recognition, makes her feel a little guilty for him in addition to her love. ”Without him, I would have been insulted or killed. Dad, don't say that. ”

Qiao Qingya shook his head: ”Mr. Gu has written to you again. Let's see. If you have a chance in the future, you can only be with him. ”

It never occurred to me that this game of chess was still playing in my father's heart. He still insisted that Gu Jun was the son-in-law of the Qiao family, or that his daughter was forcibly occupied by Lin Junmai.

Qiao ruochu didn't refute him. He took out the money from his bag and put it in Qiao Qingya's pocket. ”Dad, I'll go first and see you in two days.” As soon as she stepped out of the threshold, she heard the less obvious sound of Qiao Qingya throwing money on the ground behind her. She paused and walked away.

”Ruochu.”

Along with the voice, a plump and beautiful woman holding the child is coming down from the rickshaw.