The fate of the Republic of China is you

Zheng Jiawen was in a daze for a few seconds. He had been abroad for many years, and when he just came back, a cute baby called her Aye?This is such a weird thing, even calling a mother is somewhat more credible than Aye.

"Sir, this..." Zheng Jiawen looked at Xu Manhua.

Xu Manhua squatted beside Niannian and wiped away tears for Niannian, sighed: "It's a long story, and Niannian's first name is Zheng Nian, which was changed by her mother one month before her death."

"Changing your surname? Zheng Nian? Isn't that the same surname as mine?" Zheng Jiawen was even more confused.

"Hey, her mother is Wang Pingjuan." Xu Manhua sighed.

With a buzzing sound, Zheng Jiawen felt that he could not stand still. Wang Pingjuan, Wang Pingjuan, that name that she forcibly forgot, now heard it again from her teacher. She lightly raised her left hand to rest on the tree trunk. That person died?

"How can you say that you like me?"

"You and I are both women, how can you be so perverted?"

"You go, I, Wang Pingjuan, will never know you from now on."

"Go away, do you know that you make me sick!"

Zheng Jiawen recalled the past, and the words that pierced her heart rang in her ears again, how many years, how many years she spent telling herself to go on strong, she is not a pervert, she is not disgusting.

"Family..." Xu Manhua looked at his proud student and didn't know where to start.

"Sir, I have something else to do. First, let's go. I'll come to see you some other day." Zheng Jiawen said, lifted up and left.

Seeing this, Xiao Zheng Nian stepped forward with his calf, hugged Zheng Jiawen's knee, raised his face, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Aye, don't you want to read Nian Nian? A Niang said you will come to pick me up, don't leave, Nian Nian will be good."

Zheng Jiawen looked down at little Zheng Nian, her eyes were bloodshot, although she didn't want to think of Wang Pingjuan anymore, but she never thought that Wang Pingjuan would die, she thought they would be safe separately in places they didn't know each other.

"You made a mistake. I am not your Aye. You have someone else. Let go of your hand."

"Jiawen." Xu Manhua called Zheng Jiawen, "Come with me first." Then she turned her head and waved to a teaching assistant, "Xiao Liu, take care of Niannian first."

"Alright, Mr. Xu."

After Xu Manhua took Zheng Jiawen to the teaching building, he folded his arms and looked up at the sky.

"Sir, I don't want to hear anything about her. How she got there has nothing to do with me. I don't want to hear who she married, how many children she gave birth to, and please don't tell me." Zheng Jiawen Standing behind Xu Manhua, he spoke slowly.

"What's the character of that Miss Lin mentioned in your letter?" Xu Manhua asked leisurely.

Zheng Jiawen was immersed in the past, he was stunned for a moment when he heard the gentleman's question, thinking of Lin Shurou, his wounded heart felt like a warm current flowed through him.

"Shu Rou is cheerful, she is a very kind girl, she treats me very well." Zheng Jiawen turned sideways, raised his hand and gently wiped away his tears.

Xu Manhua turned around slowly after hearing the words: "It's good to be kind. She should be able to treat Niannian well. Does she like children?"

Zheng Jiawen looked at his mentor in disbelief when he heard the words: "Sir, I...we have never planned to adopt a child, besides, besides, that Nian Nian is... her child , facing her daughter all day long, how embarrassing I am, have you forgotten how she insulted me."

Xu Manhua sighed heavily. She happened to overhear Zheng Jiawen confessing to Wang Pingjuan in an empty classroom during the summer vacation. Wang Pingjuan's words were indeed harsh. She was stunned at the door at the time, complaining to the students and not wanting to see Wang Pingjuan at the same time. Even if she couldn't accept it, she would It shouldn't hurt people.

It wasn't until a rainy night a year ago that she no longer treated Wang Pingjuan blindly. No one is perfect.

"Sir, I'll go back first." Zheng Jiawen saw her mentor pondering, and hurriedly withdrew, for fear of hearing words of persuasion from her mentor, she confessed that she was only 16 years old at the time, and her love affair was just beginning. In her heart, everything is beautiful. After experiencing humiliation After the abuse, she has been licking her wounds for several years. If she hadn't met Lin Shurou, her life would not have had any light.

"Hey." Xu Manhua watched Zheng Jiawen run away as if fleeing, and sighed leisurely. Although Nian Nian was changed to Zheng by Wang Pingjuan, after all, he has no blood relationship with Zheng Jiawen. It is reasonable for Jiawen not to raise him .It's just her, she is over 45 years old, her husband is paralyzed in bed, and she has no time to take care of four-year-old Zheng Nian. Although Wang Pingjuan's junior sister from the same school occasionally comes to help with the children, she has little free time for singing every day, and Nian Nian With no relatives or reason in the world, what should I do?

"Grandma Xu." Seeing the same person in the photo running away, Zheng Nian ran up to Xu Manhua, "Aye, she doesn't want me, does she?"

"Son, it all depends on whether you and her are destined to be mothers and daughters." Xu Manhua stroked her skirt and squatted down, stroking Zheng Nian's little head.

Zheng Nian raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, and carefully took out a black-and-white photo from inside the floral jacket. In the photo, her A Niang and Aye were smiling happily.

Xu Manhua felt sorry for Xiao Niannian, and hugged her in her arms: "Niannian, be good, don't cry."

Zheng Jiawen went home and locked herself in the room without even eating dinner. She wanted to forget Wang Pingjuan, but now that she is dead, what is she still doing in that cage?Why bother yourself.

"Jiawen, why don't you feel so angry and don't eat? What do you want to say? Come to find your mother tomorrow morning. Mother listens to you. The food is left at the door for you. Your body is important." Tao Min sighed slightly and turned around at the door of his daughter's room. leave.

Zheng Jiawen opened his eyes in the dark room, hurriedly got down to the door, her mother, finally willing to take this step, listened to her tell her everything.

Zheng Jiawen opened the door, took the food into the room, turned on the light, sat at the table and picked up the chopsticks.

Early the next morning, Zheng Jiawen changed into a pink gown with nine-point sleeves and two or three plum blossoms embroidered on the white cuffs. In the back, the tranquility of the daughter's home is carried in the elegance.

Approaching the front hall, I saw the little girls delivering food inside, and after walking a few steps forward, I heard the thick laughter from the Hua hall.Zheng Jiawen stopped in the corridor when her father came back.

"Second Miss." The servant girl saw her and greeted her softly.

Zheng Jiawen nodded in response, and mustered up the courage to walk into Huatang.

"father."

"Well, I'm back. I'll pack up and go to Shanghai with me later. First, I'll meet your son of Zhou Shibo's family. Second, you'll stay in Shanghai and help me manage the bank." Zheng Junren saw his daughter, looked him up and down, After a good mood, her daughter is slim and tall. Although she is wearing exotic clothes, it does not prevent her from showing her unique beauty.

Zheng Jiawen looked at his mother upon hearing this.

"Master, the old lady and I have just been looking forward to Jiawen's return. I'm afraid we won't be able to explain to the old lady when we leave home so soon. Besides, Jia and he went to Guangzhou to work in politics, and you arranged for Jiawen to go to Shanghai. Who will stand by your side? Be filial." Tao Min hastily spoke for his daughter.

"From a woman's point of view, the family has such a good academic record and is so smart. If you let her stay by your side, you will hurt Zhongyong. I finally hoped for her to come back. How can you let her stay at home? He recruited his family and his family back, and he just works as an idler in Guangzhou, not very promising." Zheng Junren objected to his children going into politics, and his son was indeed not as smart as his daughter.

"Father, I, I don't want to go into business. My third uncle has already arranged it for me. I want to teach and educate people." Zheng Jiawen looked at his father calmly.

"What did you say?" Zheng Junren looked at his daughter in disbelief, "You want to teach? I spent so much money for you to go to Germany to study economics, and you want to teach after you finish your studies?"

"Father, what's wrong with applying what you have learned? The current situation is so chaotic, teaching and educating people can also cultivate talents for the country. As the old saying goes, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country."

"Don't tell me these things. After a few years of going out, you've only seen this? Go, show me your diploma."

Zheng Jiawen didn't move at all when he heard the words, and unconsciously pinched the long gown with his hands.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Zheng Junren was angry, "Don't just buy a gun from outside, why don't you come back."

"The diploma is a real diploma, but..." Zheng Jiawen paused, looked at his angry father, and said truthfully, "I didn't study economics, I studied literature and physics."

"What did you say? Say it again." Zheng Junren froze for a moment, then pointed at his daughter tremblingly.

"I didn't study economics, I..."

"bump!!"

Before Zheng Jiawen finished speaking, she saw her father throwing a teacup at her, and she reflexively avoided it.

"You bastard, come here, take my ruler, take my ruler. See if I can't beat you to death today, how much effort and money I have spent on you, you are a worthless thing, you make up your own mind, you .” Zheng Jun’s angry forehead collapsed.

"Master, calm down, calm down." Tao Min knew that he was done, and he winked at the maid again and again to invite the old lady, while persuading Zheng Junren.

Zheng Jiawen pursed her lips. This day will come sooner or later, so today she will fire the first shot to fight for freedom. She must work hard for her ideals and feelings.