Chapter 7 Section 7 Little Aunt Colleague

  Throughout the class, Feng Si Zhe basically didn't listen to what the teacher was saying and just kept his head down writing something in his notebook.

  Don't underestimate these things, this is absolutely the world's top secret, because it records some major events that will happen in the future of the world. Before his rebirth, Feng Si Zhe's job was a social commentator for the national news network. In a world where the internet was rampant at the time, Feng Si Zhe had studied many things, which made him have a deeper understanding of the future trend and trajectory of the world. This is absolutely a super wealth that cannot be replaced by anything.

  The middle and young cadres only talk about some theories, or say big truths, but later more is to talk about political situations, even including hard and simple education. Of course, in the classroom, sometimes also involves some party spirit cultivation and other words, but these for just twenty-year-old boys and girls seem still a bit far away, and some people have only been in the party for a few months, like Feng Sicheng is a typical example of sharpening his knife at the last moment, he joined the party after returning to China from the UK. These people do not have a deeper understanding of party spirit cultivation.

  Of course, this is entirely different for Feng Sihan. As someone who has been a party member for decades, he knows how important it is to have good party spirit.

  After three classes in the morning, the bell rang for dismissal. Classmates stood up and saw their teacher out of the classroom before leaving in twos and threes. Feng Zhe only exchanged a greeting with Xie Zhiyuan and Xu Yuanyuan before heading home to his siheyuan compound.

  The study time for the middle and young age group was still quite relaxed, usually only having classes in the morning. Moreover, even on Sundays, they would have a day off. At that time in 1990, the country did not yet have the concept of a two-day weekend.

  Walking on the main street, feeling the simplicity of Kyoto's folk customs in the 90s, looking at the bicycles that are rampant on the streets, Feng Si Zhe only truly felt what it means to be a bicycle kingdom. To say, he still likes this feeling, at least the sky is blue, the trees are green, and there is no too much environmental pollution.

  Feng Zhe, who was extremely familiar with the streets of Kyoto, did not call his aunt to pick him up as he usually did. Now that he could fully distinguish directions and find his way back to the Central Propaganda Department, he decided to walk back on his own. In fact, it wasn't too far away, just a few kilometers through alleys and streets, which was no big deal for young Feng Zhe.

  Walking on the main road in Kyoto, breathing in the fresh air of the city, watching people on the street wearing 80s and 90s clothing running around, this is still a very novel thing, Feng Siche likes it very much.

  Everything looks so fresh, the scenes of many years ago are now in front of him, all this is like a dream that makes Feng Si Zhe feel unreal, but all this is so real, involuntarily Feng Si Zhe feels very happy in his heart. When people walk in memories, they often have such emotions, don't they?

  After a few kilometers of walking, Feng Sizi looked around and soon arrived in front of the Central Propaganda Department building.

  In my memory, the new Central Propaganda Department was established long ago, and its address is still here. But the new Central Propaganda Department is obviously much taller and more majestic than before, with a modernized appearance. The two tall stone lions that used to be here are gone now, but these two stone lions are still standing here. All of this is telling Feng Si Zhe that it's already 1990, not the era of 2012 anymore.

  At the entrance of the Central Propaganda Department, there were armed police standing guard. Feng Sizhe walked forward and took out his work permit from the Central Youth League Committee, explaining who he was looking for. The armed policeman was very responsible and ran to the duty room to make a phone call to the Personnel Bureau's Cadre Section 2, where they found Xiao Yifueng Lizhu.

  As soon as the phone rang, Feng Siche heard his aunt's voice, "Hey, you little devil, how did you find my unit?" In the past, it was always Feng Siche who called from the middle school class, and she would go to pick him up. This time, Feng Siche had found her workplace, so it was no wonder that Feng Lijuan felt a bit bewildered.

  "Oh, I'm walking with my classmates, they're sending me over." Just casually came up with a reason together.

  "This reason is barely acceptable. Zhao Lijuan didn't think much of it, 'Alright, you wait for me, I'll gather my things and come down, it's also time to get off work.'"

  "Good." Feng Sicheng responded with a single word. He then walked out of the duty room and waited for Xiao Yi to come out of the Zhongxuan Building.

  Not long after, Zhao Lijuan ran out and gave Feng Sichao a slap on the back of his head, "You're quite capable, able to find where I work, not bad."

  Feng Siche smiled wryly, but he had just walked to the Central Propaganda Department himself. His aunt thought it was no big deal, but couldn't he have been so incompetent when he was young? Feng Siche chuckled.

  "Lijiao, who is this? He's so handsome!" Just as Feng Lijiao and Feng Sichao were talking, a man and a woman walked up behind them. The man was about the same height as Feng Sichao and looked refined and handsome. The woman wore a well-fitted black female suit, making it clear at a glance that she was a government employee.

  Feng Siche is indeed a very handsome guy, inheriting the best bloodline from his parents, with a square face, double eyelids and big eyes, a wide forehead, and a well-proportioned nose and mouth. Especially with his height of 1.82 meters, plus the gentlemanly demeanor he developed during his years in the UK, he is absolutely a top-notch handsome young man at first glance.

  When he heard others asking him, he also looked up. Seeing that woman Feng Si Zhe didn't have any feeling, but when he saw the man, he was stunned. His impression of this man was too deep, and it turned out to be the swindler Huang Dong Ren who later cheated his aunt out of her money.

  "Hi, this is my nephew Feng Sizhe, who is studying in the youth class at the party school. Come on, Feng Sizhe, this is my colleague Zhang Na and Huang Dongren from the personnel department." At that time, Zhao Lijuan had no idea that her life trajectory would intersect with Huang Dongren again.

  "Oh, Aunt Zhang is good." After staying in the UK for so many years and receiving higher education, Feng Sizi was still very polite, bowing his head to call out to Zhang Na.

  Although Feng Zhe seemed not much younger than Zhang Na, he didn't feel anything when calling her like that. Probably because in those years the age difference between the eldest daughter and the second daughter was quite large, sometimes even the children of the older generation could be about the same age as their own aunts, sisters-in-law, brothers-in-law, and uncles. Under such an environment, people didn't have any particular feeling about it.

  "Oh, so this is your nephew who returned from studying abroad with multiple master's degrees, haha, really handsome. Just don't call me Aunt Zhang in the future, let's just stick to Sister Zhang, we'll each mind our own business and not go through your little aunt." After Zhao Lijuan introduced him, Zhang Na warmly greeted Feng Sichao, but when she heard him call her Aunt Zhang, she couldn't help feeling a bit old.

  "Hehe." He smiled foolishly at Zhang Na for a moment. "Little aunt, I'm hungry, let's go back." Feng Zhe didn't want to go see Huang Dongren again, so he casually found an excuse.

  "Oh, okay, Zhang Na, Huang Dongren, then we'll go first." Hearing that Feng Sicheng was hungry, Zhao Lijuan felt a bit anxious. She thought about how Feng Sicheng had walked all the way from the Party School to the Central Propaganda Department today, and it was probably normal for him to be hungry after expending so much energy. At this moment, she didn't consider at all that Feng Sicheng hadn't exchanged a single greeting with Huang Dongren from start to finish.

  Many people in the Central Propaganda Department have heard about Feng Sicheng. As a dual master's degree holder returning from abroad, he naturally attracted attention in that era. Such a good seedling would surely enter politics in the future, and Huang Dongren also intended to chat with Feng Sicheng to get familiar with him, but unexpectedly, Feng Sicheng didn't even want to talk to him.

  The Jeep of Zhao's family had been waiting outside the gate of the Central Propaganda Department, and Feng Lijuan pulled Feng Zhe into the car. Without saying anything to each other, the driver started the engine and headed towards General Zhao's siheyuan.

  On the car, Zhao Lijuan seemed to be afraid that Feng Siche would starve, and hurriedly urged the driver to speed up. As for Xiaoyi's concern, Feng Siche naturally felt warm in his heart. "Xiaoyi, I don't like Huang Dongren, can you not associate with him from now on?" After thinking about it, Feng Siche still said this sentence out loud, although he didn't know if the wheels of history would still follow the same path as before after his rebirth. But Feng Siche confirmed that it was necessary to remind Xiaoyi early on, because emotions are a strange thing, once you get trapped in them, even if you pull out early, it will still leave some sadness. Feng Siche didn't want Xiaoyi to take the same painful path again, so he mentioned it.

  "What? What did you say?" Listening to Feng Si Zhe's words, Zhao Li Zhu was first stunned, then seemed to wake up. "What are you thinking about? That Zhang Na is Huang Dong Ren's husband, they have a good relationship. Hmph, little kid, full of capitalist world thoughts." As she spoke, Zhao Li Zhu also pointed at Feng Si Zhe's forehead with her finger.

  "Oh." Feng Zhe nodded slightly, he also didn't expect Zhang Na to be Huang Dongren's wife. Could it be that this world was really so different from the one he knew? Feng Zhe shook his head again.

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