Gu Tsinghua flew from Indonesia and had already been on the flight before Fu Ping'an saved the person. Fu Ping's live broadcast was broadcast without hiding it at all. He reported all truthfully which hospital and where to eat with whom he was. Gu Tsinghua went to Beijing for four years and was considered half a Beijinger. After getting off the plane, he followed the map and frightened Fu Ping'an.

Fu Ping'an said fortunately, there was no idea, otherwise he would have caught him. Xue Yuanyuan shook hands with Gu Tsinghua generously. The two of them were still Peking University alumni, but they were only four different classes. Gu Tsinghua graduated and Xue Yuanyuan entered the school. They just passed each other and had never met each other.

Xue Yuanyuan took Gu Tsinghua's suitcase and said, "Let's stay in my house tonight, I'll make dumplings for you."

No. 46, Thoufa Hutong, is a classic three-in-one courtyard with a facing south. The gate is in the southeast. When you enter, you are a screen wall, a downward room, and you pass through the hanging flower door to the inner courtyard. The wing rooms on both sides are equipped with ear rooms, a hand-paper veranda, three main rooms in the middle, and a back cover room behind. It is the most regular one in the courtyard, and it is the standard for the middle class's wealthy family before the liberation.

After liberation, the Xue family was poor and had only one ear house in the west wing room. The People's Government punished the bullies and returned the occupied main hall to their family. In the early 1990s, the east wing room occupied by the neighborhood committee was cleared. The descendants of the Xue family have also been trying to redeem their old houses. Before the housing prices soared, they bought sporadic ear houses from their neighbors. Now, except for the downed house and the back cover room for commercial use, almost the entire yard belongs to the Xue family. Except for the west wing room that they live in, Xue Yuanyuan decided to renovate the rest and hang it on airbnb for rent, exclusively for high-end and international tourists. It is the end of the summer vacation. The peak tourist season is over, and the room is vacant for Fu Ping'an and Gu Tsinghua to live in.

The guest rooms are decorated in antique style, simple Ming-style furniture, blue and white porcelain jars with calligraphy and painting scrolls, and LCD TVs and refrigerators are cleverly hidden. These are all designed by Xue Yuanyuan. The yard is even more summer scene in old Beijing, with grape trellis pomegranate trees, bamboo lounge chairs and large palm-leaf fan, and a chubby orange cat. There is also a tourist from Nordics. Xue Yuanyuan invites everyone to make dumplings and zucchini pork fillings, and put them on their own. It is a unique fun.

When the third pot of dumplings came out, Xue Yuanyuan put some insulated barrels and went to the hospital to visit her father. The Nordic family also went to Nanluoguxiang to visit the night market. There were only two people left in the courtyard.

"I like this courtyard very much." Gu Qinghua said.

"I can't afford it." Fu Ping'an said, "but I can make you the same one, elsewhere."

Gu Qinghua smiled and said, "I also like Shanxi narrow courtyards, Huizhou courtyards, Shanghai Shikumen, Hakka Tulou, northern Shaanxi caves, Xinjiang Ayiwang, Tibetan watchtowers, you can build them for me."

Neither of them are ordinary people, but some practical issues have to be considered. Just like Fan Dongsheng and Li Shu, when career and relationship conflict, coupled with the biggest contemporary problem of houses, where to go, it is a test of wisdom. Is Fu Ping'an a person who does big things? The future is limitless. Gu Tsinghua is a person who studies, and neither of them is likely to sacrifice their future for each other. So where to settle in the future is a big problem.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fu Ping'an asked in person. In fact, when the two chatted online, Gu Tsinghua had repeatedly stated that she was a non-marriageist, Jia Dingke, and her reason was very good. Marriage would not bring anything, except trouble, simple life, economic independence, and no law constraints. Individual choices should not be bound by tradition. Marriage, as a universal value, has gradually declined in Europe. Gu Tsinghua was not influenced by others, but she read more books, saw more people, and lived thoroughly.

Gu Tsinghua's ideal life is to travel around every corner of the world, see the various aspects of the world, study human beings, study art, and live happily and fulfill every day. If he can contribute a little bit of strength to the development of mankind, it will be even more worthwhile. As for what kind of house to live, what car to drive, and what brand of bag to carry, Gu Tsinghua has never considered it.

Fu Ping'an is still a traditional person. He needs marriage and offspring, but he will not force Gu Tsinghua to accept his views. The two are still young, only twenty-six years old. They have enough time and space to slowly change their attitude, so he is not in a hurry.

In summer, the air pollution in Beijing has improved a lot, and you can vaguely see the starry sky and dark clouds. Of course, it is impossible to compare with the dazzling starry sky in Sulawesi Sea. Gu Tsinghua took out his mobile phone and played an audio, but Fu Ping'an couldn't understand it.

"It's the sound in space, recorded by Nasa." Gu Qinghua swayed his palm-leaf fan and lay on the lounge chair looking up at the starry sky. "It would be great if he could travel to space."

There was a thunder sound in the sky and it was going to rain.

...

At the same time, at the National Grand Theater on the west side of the Great Hall of the People, Luo Jin was enjoying the Austrian symphony with her blind date. The man sitting next to her was the third blind date this month. He was 35 years old, graduated from the National People's Congress, and was at the level of a department-level family in Shandong. He was stable and generous and decent. This season, he only wore white shirts and black trousers, no watches, and no logo on the belt buckle. It was like the materials for preparing to be an official since he was born. He was 1.8 meters tall and his cheeks were shaved blue. He looked a bit like Zhao Wenxuan. He could be said to be handsome, or he would be at the department level in ten years, or he would be at the minister level in twenty years. This is the ideal partner that many people have been dreaming of for a long time, but Luo Jin only felt bored.

The blind date partner does not understand symphony and insists on listening. Luo Jin doesn't like to listen to this. She is an ordinary person in terms of artistic appreciation. She usually listens to Eason Chan and Jay Chou, but she can't appreciate it too high-end, and she doesn't know what the introducer said. Nanfang insists on pulling himself to listen to this after dinner.

Luo Jin looked at the man dozing off around him. The introducer said that this was the most suitable one. He was about the same age, was unmarried, and had a bright future in his career. Luo Jin himself understood that if he waited, he was getting older and had smaller choices. His life was arranged. After graduating from the military academy, he went to the grassroots troops to train first, start with the second-line garrison troops, then the field army, military district organs, and Hong Kong troops. The next step is to return to Beijing to join the headquarters, find a boy in Beijing to get married, have a child, and then start raising children. There are many resources in kindergarten, elementary, middle school, and college. Beijing has many resources, but there are more people. Any high-quality resources must be seized. Is this kind of life what I want?

The symphony was over, the applause rang out, and the man woke up and was applauding.

Luo Jin sighed, and went out with the audience, said goodbye to his blind date, and took the subway back. After arriving at home, the introducer sent a message saying that the boy likes you very much. What do you think? Luo Jin thought for a long time and replied with a message: I think it's good too.

All night, Luo Jin was in insomnia and was completely disappointed.

...

Outside the South Fifth Ring Road in Beijing, a shanty town in the urban-rural fringe area lives in low-end workers that the city cannot accommodate, including petitioners from all over Beijing. Fan Dongsheng and several other friends from Huaimen squatting all night, and were bitten by mosquitoes. They were waiting for an old petitioner who was elusive and had troubles, so it was very difficult to find him. Moreover, this was not a criminal policeman who was pursuing the suspect, so he could not use force. He had to persuade him to go back when he found someone.

Fan Dongsheng smoked one by one, and there were already a pile of cigarette butts on the ground. His heart was even more bitter than his tongue coating. He loved Li Shu and his career as a criminal policeman. Unfortunately, this was not possible. Li Shu was destined to stay in Beijing, but his personal resources were all in Ojiang and Huaimen. If he left these two places, he could not do anything about it. It seemed that this relationship had to end. He was unwilling to give up but had no choice. It was like holding someone with one hand on a cliff, and his fingers gradually could not bear the weight. He could only watch his lover fall and disappear into the clouds.

A muffled thunder sounded and a heavy rain came over me. Fan Dongsheng and his guys hid under the eaves.

At the same time, Li Shu was drunk in a bar in Sanlitun. She came alone. She had been targeted by those professional erotic hunters and came to chat with her and asked her to have a drink. Listen to her to express her feelings. After drinking a few glasses of wine, the man suggested changing places.

"There is a hotel nearby, I'll take you to rest."

"Go to fuck you." Li Shu poured a glass of beer over and staggered out of the bar. It was raining heavily outside. She walked into the rain and cried loudly.

The next day, Luo Jin suddenly received an order and rushed to the General Staff to register. A major general met her and said that there is a foreign aid mission to help friendly Southeast Asian countries train female soldiers. It requires a female officer with solid basic skills and good English. Of course, the task is compulsory, voluntary registration, and various subsidies are also generous.

The major general is Luo Kegong's old subordinate. Luo Jin wants to call him uncle. The foreign aid is not a bad person, but a very difficult task. The more difficult it is, the more priority he is, and he cannot force an honest person to take over.

Luo Jin was excited: "Finish the task resolutely!"

After leaving the office, Luo Jin jumped three times in one step, was full of joy, unfamiliar environments, difficult tasks, even battles and sacrifices, were better than life in Beijing.

After all, there was military blood flowing in her bones.

The first thing to do is to take out your cell phone and tell the introducer that he is going to perform a mission overseas, so that he will not delay others. She doesn’t remember the name of the Shandong boy.

...

Gu Tsinghua came here for a temporary leave. She could only stay in Beijing for one day and would soon return to Indonesia. After the Indonesian project was over, the next stop was the South American jungle. Fu Ping'an asked her when she could finish this job. Gu Tsinghua is an endless task to study mankind.

At the Capital Airport, Fu Ping'an sent Gu Tsinghua away and was about to return to Jinjiang. He also browsed his phone in the waiting hall and saw an article on the official account. It was about Xingmatai, which immediately aroused interest.

The article is written beautifully and has a sophisticated writing style. It can be seen from scholars who often write papers, but the content is in a mess.

The main point in the article is that the origin of Xingmatai country is closely related to the remaining personnel of Zheng He fleet. It was argued from the aspects of cultural, racial and genes, and then extended to the Belt and Road Initiative. The author said that he conducted an investigation at Xingmatai. The locals admired China and hoped to join China and became an overseas province of China. Later, Balabala talked about the importance of this overseas province to China, such as the first and second island chains, and the c-shaped encirclement. Fu Ping'an almost threw his phone down and pulled it up to see the author's name. The official account is called high-end think tank and the author is called Dai Jinbo.

This name looks familiar, and it seems to be Kong Que’s master’s supervisor.

This is a typical pseudo-expert. If you see hot topics, you will post them, piece together a few papers, write whatever you like to listen to. Anyway, you will not be verified in the short term, and then find a few flattering people to praise them. The article will be published in C issues, and your status will increase. This is the case with corruption in the academic circle, and you will just fool the country's funds in partnership.

But this article of chicken blood should not be for the top leaders, it is for the people. The young and middle-aged people in the town like this tone the most. In the past, the wrong people gave a thumbs up and said OK. Now it is the country coming to Korea. Mongolian referendum requires it to be incorporated into China. North Korea is the younger brother, Pakistan is a good friend, aunt controls international gold prices, occupying the Louvre Square, and sweeping away articles such as the Lafayette.

Just have fun, don't take it seriously, Fu Ping'an thought.
Chapter completed!