Chapter 1028

The Dragon Kingdom has been an official based society since ancient times.

If human society is compared to virgin forest, officials are the top of the ecosystem food chain.

But not all people can be called "officials".

Even if most people enter the system, they are just a role of drinking tea, reading newspapers and doing groceries. In addition to the iron rice bowl, they may not even compare with the white-collar workers working in key enterprises.

Zhang Yuru subconsciously regarded the young Fengyi as a minion carrying tea and water in the organs and units. She could not guess that the other party was the youngest county magistrate in Ningxi, let alone imagine that the civil servant father of Fengyi in Gu Yan's mouth was a feudal official with power on the side of herdsmen.

"Civil servants in Ningxi..."

Li Fengping smiled contemptuously, and her disdain was expressed in her heart. As an aborigine with a Kyoto registered permanent residence, even if she was just a common people, she instinctively looked down on small officials and officials in other places.

This mentality is amazing.

Perhaps in the aunt's eyes, civil servants in Ningxi province are not as good as they sweep the streets in Kyoto.

Gu Yan glanced at the self righteous aunt in a lukewarm manner. Looking at Feng Yi's face, he didn't say a word.

Fortunately, this is only Zhang Yuru's second aunt, not her own mother, otherwise I'm afraid this marriage will be in trouble.

Near noon, Zhang Yuru Fengyi took turns to serve dishes from the kitchen. Soon, the table was full of delicious dishes, with a pungent aroma and an appetite.

Feng Yi took a few beers and put them at the table. Then he sat down with his girlfriend's family, just like a family.

More than 20 people raised their glasses to celebrate Zhang Dejun's acquittal.

"For my second glass of wine, I thank Xiao Chen and Xiao Gu for speaking out and being wronged. We went to the police station to testify for me. As for Xiao Feng, I won't thank you, because we will be a family in the future."

Zhang Dejun, who poured another glass of beer, said so in front of all his relatives, no doubt determined that Fengyi was his future son-in-law.

"What you should thank most is Xiao Liu."

Zhang Yuru's second aunt is indeed a very persistent person. The Lord himself has run away, and she is still sparing no effort to advocate.

Chen Liang was happy.

"Thank him? Don't you see his advice? Scared by several gangsters, my daughter will never give it to such a coward man even if she dies alone."

Zhang Dejun said in a deep voice and raised his glass to Chen Liang.

"Dry."

"What are you talking about?"

Li Xueqin patted him. Looking at the second sister's face, she quickly changed the topic.

Li Fengping, Zhang Yuru's second aunt, was angry that Liu Ruilin didn't work hard and hated Feng Yi. Her eyes kept staring at Feng Yi, which was frightening. Fortunately, she was afraid of spoiling the family's interest and didn't continue to clamor.

The lunch lasted until more than two o'clock in the afternoon. People divided into two groups, one playing cards and the other playing mahjong.

In the afternoon, it was sunny. Feng Yi wanted to go out with Zhang Yuru. Chen Liang Gu Yan also said goodbye. The four left the door of Zhang Ji restaurant and separated.

"Yuru, can I ask you a question?"

Feng Yi turned his head and his eyes were gentle.

"Ask."

"What do you like about me?"

Zhang Yuru puffed a smile, looked askance at her boyfriend, looked at Pan Shenghui, and said playfully: "isn't this kind of question often asked by girls?"

"I want to know."

Zhang Yuru pretends to be thinking.

"... you are cultured, take care of people, honest, responsible, and can give me a sense of security... It's good everywhere anyway."

Looking at his girlfriend's love smile on himself, Feng Yi suddenly felt a little guilty.

After all, he has something to hide about his family background.

"If one day, the real me is different from what you know, what will you...?"

Feng Yi asked casually.

"The real you?"

Zhang Yuru frowned and looked at him strangely, "what do you mean?"

"... for example, in fact, I'm not just an ordinary civil servant, but the second generation of officials and the second generation of rich..."

Feng Yi carefully observed his girlfriend's reaction.

"The second generation of officials and the second generation of wealth?"

Zhang Yuru was stunned, then puffed and laughed, glancing at her boyfriend.

"I wish you were, so my second aunt wouldn't talk so much."

"Really?"

Feng Yi was excited in an instant.

"Really."

Zhang Yuru nodded and thought her boyfriend's reaction was too interesting. She joked: "look at you. Why? I really thought I was the prince?"

Feng Yi didn't know how to answer, so he had to giggle.

"Don't think about it. Think about when you'll take me to see your father. If you wait another year or two, I'll be old. When are you going to take me to see your family?"

Zhang Yuru coquettishly raised her face and pressed her boyfriend. If she didn't believe that she would not do so with a girl's reserve.

"If it takes another year or two, it's only twenty-four or five. Where can it be regarded as old?"

Feng Yi subconsciously said.

"What do you mean? You don't want to take me to my family?"

Zhang Yuru stopped and was unhappy.

Feng Yi was stunned and realized that he had said something wrong. He hurried to remedy it and said with a smile: "how is it possible that my father will come to Kyoto in a while. At that time, you will see him."

"That's about the same."

Zhang Yuru, who pretended to be angry, immediately smiled and took her boyfriend's arm.

Compared with Zhang Yuru, who is full of happiness and sweetness, Feng Yi is confused at this time. He is obsessed with whether to disclose the real situation, thinks about it, and decides to reveal it bit by bit, so as to avoid too much spiritual impact on his girlfriend.

"Do you want to go to the place where I study?"

"Yes."

Zhang Yuru nodded carelessly.

Feng Yi stopped a taxi and began to pave the way for the future.

Forty minutes later, the taxi took Fengyi Zhang Yuru to the side of the North Fifth Ring Road.

Zhang Yuru, who got off the bus, stared at the simple and solemn gate and was a little stunned.

In front of the sentry box at the gate, armed guards stood upright like javelins, deterring passers-by. On the lawn inside the gate, there stood a huge stone engraved with six gilt characters.

"... is this really where you study?"

Thought his girlfriend had seen something, Feng Yi was worried and nodded slowly.

"It feels very tall."

Zhang Yuru made such an evaluation of the highest University for training cadres.

Feng Yi was stunned, and then couldn't cry or laugh.

I dare to make a false alarm.

Looking at his "innocent" girlfriend, his lips moved and wanted to explain, but he finally held back and said, "let me take you in."

Zhang Yuru, who was not interested in political officialdom and even couldn't tell the size of his military rank, obviously didn't know what the highest University meant. He followed Feng Yi to the sentry box to show his certificate and register.

On weekends, the school allows relatives to visit the school, but the number of people visiting the same student shall not exceed two, and strict registration and identity information review shall be conducted.

After a series of twists and turns, Zhang Yuru, who didn't feel anything, became nervous from her initial curiosity.

Although it is not clear who goes to school in this school, a series of complex procedures silently remind her that ordinary people can't come here.