Recently, Cheng Muyun's situation has been so chaotic that Xu Zhuohua almost forgot about the main storyline.
This year, Xiao Wuxin met many like-minded people in Xinhai City, all of whom will become important leaders in the organization in the future.
Although things were a mess on her end, Xiao Wuxin's side was still progressing in an orderly manner.
This made Xu Zhuohua feel very gratified.
History will not be changed, but at least it shows that the dawn of victory has finally arrived.
Xu Jixin seemed very interested in this matter, and after pulling Xiao Wuxin to sit down, he kept asking him about his experiences in Beiping.
Xiao Wuxin said he met many people, and many people at Peking University shared his views.
They are also preparing to move forward with some things.
...
Xiao Wuxin spoke vividly, and everyone listened attentively, looking at him with admiration.
Only Xu Zhuohua could thoroughly understand these theories, after all, she had memorized them perfectly for the exam.
Xu Zhuohua secretly observed the gazes of the crowd. She noticed that Xinghua's eyes were particularly bright, even more so than when she saw something delicious. She smiled to herself, thinking that perhaps Xinghua had found some meaning in life.
The remaining people all had a light, whether bright or dim, in their eyes.
Xu Zhuohua thought to himself, if everyone in this room were to dedicate themselves to the revolution, then this country would surely rise to great heights!
She didn't notice that only Chen Hede's gaze was strange; he was staring intently at Xu Zhuohua.
Xu Zhuohua looked at Xiao Wuxin with eyes full of admiration and respect, as if she believed that what Xiao Wuxin said was not just a slogan, but something that would really happen.
Chen Hede wondered, why does Xu Zhuohua trust Xiao Wuxin so much?
However, he probably couldn't figure it out.
Suddenly, twelve powerful chimes resounded from the distant clock tower, rattling the glass.
In an instant, the entire city was like a firecracker that had been set on fire, with thousands of strings of firecrackers exploding in the streets and alleys, and the smoke and sulfurous heat hitting people's faces.
Against the inky black sky, peony-shaped golden and red fireworks bloomed one after another, and sparks like scattered gold fell into the balconies of thousands of homes, shining brightly against the backdrop of swaying red lanterns and upside-down "Fu" characters pasted in front of the houses.
The people at the table raised their glasses and shouted, "Happy New Year!"
All good things must come to an end. Although reluctant to part, the night was already deep, and the group had no choice but to separate at the entrance of the restaurant.
Xu Jixin got into the Xu family's car, while Liang Shaozun left alone.
Chen Hede led the rest of the group away.
Cheng Muyun held Xu Zhuohua's hand, and the two walked aimlessly through the streets filled with the strong smell of sulfur.
There were hardly any people on the streets anymore; everyone had gone to rest.
Only the two of them remained on the spacious street.
Cheng Muyun put Xu Zhuohua's hand into his pocket and then helped her put on a scarf.
Xu Zhuohua's face was slightly flushed from the alcohol, and the tip of her nose resembled a ripe cherry, making Cheng Muyun want to take a bite.
"Zhuohua, Happy New Year!" Cheng Muyun said softly, lowering his head so that their noses touched, conveying their unique love for each other.
"Cheng Muyun, Happy New Year, I like you."
With their noses touching, the man asked with a smile, "How much do you like it?"
Xu Zhuohua closed her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "If nothing unexpected happens, I will continue to study history, then pursue a master's and a doctorate, thoroughly researching modern history, and then publish an article with you as the subject, because my life is almost entirely lived for you."
Cheng Muyun was completely confused by what was said before, but he could make out the last sentence.
Zhuohua actually said that she lived for me!
Cheng Muyun's heart suddenly exploded, and a warm current flowed through his entire body.
The man lowered his head and kissed her soft lips.
The kiss, slightly tinged with the smell of alcohol, went from a gentle sucking to a fierce, arduous nibble.
Their surging love took flight amidst the snow and ice; nothing could better represent their affection than this tender kiss.
His fingertips brushed against her earlobes, which were red from the cold, and he was suddenly pulled into the soft world woven from her scarf.
Their breaths mingled into mist, their body temperatures collided violently in the sub-zero air, and Cheng Muyun fell into her half-open lips. Like two flames about to go out, they burned through the cold night again in their deep kiss.
A black car suddenly drove into the quiet street, its headlights flashing and illuminating the two figures, leaving them nowhere to escape.
Cheng Muyun suddenly pulled Xu Zhuohua into his arms, pressed her head down, and glared at the oncoming car.
The car slowly glided to the side of the two, and Cheng Muyun's hand had already reached for the pistol at his waist.
The car window was pulled open from the inside, and Cheng Muyun almost drew his gun when he saw who it was.
"Zhou Minhai?"
Xu Zhuohua huddled in Cheng Muyun's arms like a frightened cat, her cashmere scarf slipping down to reveal half of her face, her wet eyes looking at Zhou Minhai.
The person in the car had a very fair and scholarly face, with slender, almond-shaped eyes that were slightly narrowed, and the beauty mark at the corner of his eye trembled gently as the corners of his mouth turned up.
He slowly twirled the sandalwood bracelet between his fingers, which gleamed with a faint light.
"Young Marshal Cheng, how have you been?"
Cheng Muyun snorted coldly, "We just met this morning."
The man quietly stood in front of Xu Zhuohua, while Zhou Minhai peeked out, turning his sandalwood bracelet and a smile playing on his lips. "Is this the young marshal's wife? I've long heard that the young marshal's wife is incredibly beautiful, and seeing her today, it's true. No wonder she can win over the young marshal's heart."
Cheng Muyun gripped the pistol at his waist.
No matter how Zhou Minhai investigated or provoked him, Cheng Muyun could always deal with him.
But if Zhou Minhai tries to take action against Xu Zhuohua, Cheng Muyun will immediately intervene.
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