Volume 1 Chapter 38: The Old Leaders' Tai Chi Guidance (Part 1) Carefree
"Mom, why didn't Grandpa bring Brother Yuanzheng and his mom to the capital? Although Second Uncle is no longer here, Brother Yuanzheng and Second Aunt are still around..." This question had been bottled up in Feng Qianru's heart for a long time, but she had never dared to ask.
Her intention is that since they have acknowledged their relationship, Peng Yuanzheng should also acknowledge his ancestors and become a legitimate member of the Feng family. Why must they be so secretive about it now?
Song Yu Zhen smiled meaningfully, "Your grandfather has his own thoughts, and mom isn't too clear about it either. However, whether in Jiangbei or in the capital, it's actually not important, as long as your grandfather acknowledges that Yuan Zheng is his grandson, what does it matter where he is?"
Feng Qianru's beautiful willow eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she said, "Mom, is it related to Third Uncle and Third Aunt? They're really something. Far Chong Ge is Grandfather's own grandson and also Third Uncle's own nephew. We're all one family, but Third Uncle and Third Aunt..."
"Your Third Aunt has a small heart, okay, let's not talk about this anymore. You should get some rest early. Tomorrow I'll take you and your brother out for a stroll, and your grandma wants you to accompany him to buy a few sets of clothes." Song Yu Zhen patted her daughter's shoulder and said softly before turning around and leaving.
Feng Qianru let out a soft sigh and fell asleep with her eyes closed.
The next day was Sunday, and Peng Yuanzheng planned to stay in the capital for another day before returning to Jiangbei on Monday morning. In the morning, Feng Qianru took Peng Yuanzheng out for a stroll and to buy some clothes, as arranged by her parents. Although Peng Yuanzheng repeatedly declined politely, he was eventually unable to resist Song Yuzhen's earnestness, and besides, it was Old Lady Feng's idea.
But before they could leave, a call came from Jinghua University.
As a top domestic university, the influence of Jinghua University at home can be imagined. On the 90th anniversary of Jinghua University, Gong Lao, the current Premier of the State Council who graduated from Jinghua University, personally wrote an inscription for Jinghua University despite his busy schedule. Therefore, the anniversary ceremony and gala attracted many reporters from central media and Beijing media, and CCTV broadcasted the live recording of the gala, which is expected to be on Sunday night's Xinwen Lianbo.
As a result of communication between major media and the Publicity Department of Beijing University Party Committee, a unified photo of Tai Chi performance at the evening party was used. This was personally taken by Sun Fulin, Secretary of the Beijing University Party Committee. The reason for this decision is not because Feng Qianru's program was outstanding, but because on that day's evening party, many central old leaders on the rostrum took an interest in Peng Yuanzheng's leading performance.
Peng Yanzheng's Tai Chi movements are too expansive, too fluttering and too smooth, leaving a very deep impression on people.
Nowadays, Tai Chi fitness is popular in the country, and some retired cadres who are older especially like it. The party was not over yet, a central old leader asked Sun Fureng about Peng Yuanzheng, intending to let this student of Beijing University give guidance on Tai Chi to some old comrades who had just retired from high-ranking positions in politics and the military and were recuperating at a famous mountain resort in the suburbs of Beijing.
Sun Fulin didn't dare to slack off and immediately arranged for him to go, but the feedback he got was that this young man with excellent Tai Chi skills was not a student of Jinghua University, but a recent graduate of the Chinese Department. Sun Fulin thought for a moment and then called Feng Qianru's home.
Sun Fuli is a deputy ministerial-level cadre and is very familiar with Feng Boda and his wife.
Song Yu Zhen picked up the phone and exchanged a few pleasantries with Sun Fu Lin before calling over Feng Qian Ru to take the call.
"Hello, Uncle Sun." Feng Qianru smiled, "Uncle Sun, is there something you need me for?"
"Qianru, your Tai Chi performance last night was excellent. The school leaders were very satisfied and also received praise from the central leadership. Is that so? Can you contact Little Peng? There is an old leader who likes his Tai Chi very much and intends to let him go to Ming Shan Sanatorium to give guidance on Tai Chi to the old comrades..." Sun Fulin's voice was calm and gentle, with a hint of familiarity.
"Huh? So that's how it is..." Feng Qianru was somewhat surprised, and she grabbed the phone receiver, turning her head to glance at Peng Yuanzheng with a hint of surprise. She smiled lightly and said, "Uncle Sun, I can actually get in touch with him, he's still in Beijing, but I need to ask for his opinion and see if he's willing."
"Alright, Qianru you ask her, I'll wait for your response." Sun Fuli hung up the phone with a smile.
Putting down the phone, Feng Qianru turned around and looked at Peng Yuanzheng, briefly telling him what had happened.
Peng Yuanzheng furrowed his brow, slightly hesitant. He had only taken two days off, Monday and Tuesday, and couldn't stay in the capital for too long.
Feng Qianru quietly waited for his reply, Song Yu Zhen walked out of the kitchen and smiled, "Far Chong, if you don't have anything important to do, why not go on a trip. The old comrades at Ming Shan Sanatorium are all retired leaders from the Central Committee and the army, it's not good to lose face in front of them."
Peng Yuanzheng thought for a moment, and with just this one sentence from Song Yuzhen, he could no longer refuse. The face of the old leaders was too illusory to him, but Song Yuzhen's face was solid and real.
"Alright, Auntie, I'll listen to you."
Peng Yuanzheng listened to his own words, Song Yu Zhen smiled happily, but didn't say anything, just nodded intimately.
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Mingshan Sanatorium is a comprehensive institution directly under the central government, integrating medical treatment, rehabilitation and recuperation. Located at the foot of Mingshan Mountain in the suburbs of Beijing, it is surrounded by mountains and lakes, with beautiful scenery and quiet environment, making it an ideal place for high-ranking retired leaders to rest and relax. Generally speaking, retired leaders who have stepped down from their positions often choose to spend their summer vacation here, away from the hustle and bustle of city life, to nourish their bodies and minds.
A military jeep picked up Peng Yuanzheng, and as they drove into the mountains, turning left, the red walls and green tiles hidden among the green hills and waters entered his line of sight. The driver was an active-duty soldier, while the person sitting in the passenger seat was a middle-aged cadre in his thirties, wearing glasses, who looked like a secretary, but this person did not speak or smile, with a serious expression.
The guards standing at the gate of the sanatorium were not armed police, but soldiers. The jeep stopped in front of the sentry post, and a cadre who looked like a secretary got out of the car and showed his pass, then gestured for Peng Yuanzhen to get out of the car for inspection.
Peng Yuanzheng knew this was a security system and necessary procedures, and he didn't exclude them. He smiled as he got out of the car, opened his arms, and let the guards inspect him.
This time, Peng Yuanzheng changed into a white and wide Tai Chi practice uniform, and didn't bring any bags, so there was actually nothing to check. The soldier's movements were familiar, using his eyes and hands together, and then solemnly waved his hand, "Come in."
At this time, an officer on duty on the other side pressed the red button of the electric gate of the sanatorium.
The closed gate slowly opened, revealing the true face of Mingyuan Sanatorium on Lushan Mountain. Peng Yuanzheng took a glance inside and saw three four-story yellow buildings standing in a row at the far end, with an unremarkable architecture; while at the near end was a small artificial lake, with two rows of weeping willows swaying in the wind, and the ground paved with cobblestones. The overall environment gave people a first impression of serenity, like a paradise on earth.
