I remember the first time I went out of Danxing in my previous life was when I went to Chongqing to participate in the physics Olympics in my senior year, and the first time I left the province was when I was in college.

From the beginning of this life, Zeng Lingfeng knew that this life would definitely not leave his hometown so late, but he did not expect that such an opportunity would come so early and so quickly.

In other words, less than a month after his paper was sent, a mysterious person came to Zeng Lingfeng's home. He was a middle-aged man in his forties, and from the outside he looked like an absolutely ordinary middle-aged man. However, from the moment he entered his own door, Zeng Lingfeng concluded that this was definitely not an ordinary middle-aged man. After all, he had too many insights in his previous life. Although Zeng Lingfeng's vision was not as sharp as a sharp eye, he still had a lot of experience in looking at people.

When the man arrived, Zeng Lingfeng was the only one in the family. Zeng Lingfeng was moving a big chair in the yard, lying on it to enjoy the warm sunset in late autumn.

The man politely asked Zeng Lingfeng: "Little brother, is this Comrade Zeng Chuipu's home?"

Zeng Lingfeng looked at him and said, "Yes, uncle, this is the Zeng Chuipu family. Is there anything you need to ask my father?"

The visitor smiled and said, "It's nothing. You should be Comrade Zeng Chuipu's child, right?"

Zeng Lingfeng said lazily: "Uncle, are you looking for me or my dad? If he looks for my dad, he will be home in about an hour; if he comes to me, then you can tell me what's wrong now, and there is no one at home, so you don't have to worry about being listened to by others." Zeng Lingfeng saw the visitor turn the topic on himself, and he knew that this person must be looking for him.

"Okay! Then I'll tell the truth. Everyone is smart, so don't come to those fake ones. I was ordered to pick you up to Beijing. Well, there are many questions over there that need you to answer, so..."

"Oh, you need to say nothing, I already know what's going on. But you see, it's going to get dark now, and my family is not at home, so we may not be able to leave today, so please stay at my house for one night, and you can explain it to my parents, you should be prepared for this, right? After all, it's better not to let them know about some things!" Zeng Lingfeng interrupted him and said.

He laughed and said, "I brought something that should meet your requirements!"

Zeng Lingfeng looked at what he took out and was speechless. This was a document written in the name of the editorial department of China Youth Daily that invited Zeng Lingfeng to receive the award. He said that it was because of one of his manuscripts that he invited him to attend the award ceremony held in Beijing in November.

Zeng Lingfeng said in an extremely depressed tone: "I don't know what to call you yet, and your identity? Of course, you can tell me one or two."

"My surname is Zhou, a small editor of China Youth Daily..." He looked at Zeng Lingfeng with sloppy eyes, but after looking at Zeng Lingfeng's expression, he continued, "Of course, this will tell your family later. You can just know it. As for my true identity, it's better not to say it, haha, there is no need..."

Zeng Lingfeng curled his lips and said, "No need, forget it, I won't force it. After all, the people of your Ministry of Security are responsible for many secret tasks, and it is not a bad idea to avoid being recognized by others, hehe."

After hearing Zeng Lingfeng's words, the person who came widened his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost. After a while, he said in frustration: "You have guessed it all, and it's no different from saying it or not. It's really a ghost. Are you really a child under three years old? Why do I think I am a three-year-old child? Yes, it would be strange if Mr. Deng cares so much. Then let me introduce myself again. My surname is Zhou, my name is Zhou Peilin, and I am affiliated with the Sixth Bureau of the Ministry of State Security, and I am in charge of Sichuan's related affairs. This time because of your affairs, I was appointed to pick you up to Beijing."

Zeng Lingfeng nodded and said, "Then call you Director Zhou?"

The visitor smiled bitterly and nodded, so depressed that he was extremely depressed.

"Okay, Director Zhou, oh, no, Editor Zhou, now we know each other, so don't call you Uncle Zhou, right? It's not very good. By the way, you are from the 'Pe' generation, right?" Zeng Lingfeng nodded when he saw him and continued, "Okay, there are many people around us who have the 'Pe' generation, and I'm all called you uncle, or I'm also called your uncle?"

Zhou Peilin said indifferently: "It's up to you!" However, as if he remembered something, he suddenly changed his face and said to Zeng Lingfeng in a very obscene tone, "Okay, okay, just call uncle, hehe, call uncle, good, very good!"

Zeng Lingfeng was very strange about him. Why did he suddenly change his face? Could it be that he is the master of Sichuan Opera?

Seeing Zeng Lingfeng's puzzled look, Zhou Peilin said proudly: "Boy, my uncle will tell you a good news. I have a little niece, who is the same year as you. Well, it should be said that she is the same year of the lunar calendar. She is a few months older than you! Since you call me uncle, you will be cheaper!"

Zeng Lingfeng was shocked, how could this work! He has a wife in his heart. Although the baby has not yet been born in this world, she is destined to be his wife. How can she find another wife? Besides, he has never seen Director Zhou’s niece, and he doesn’t know what it looks like. If he looks too specific and sorry to the audience, that wouldn’t it be miserable?

Zeng Lingfeng said loudly: "This is absolutely not possible, absolutely not. You are completely arranged marriage, absolutely a matchmaker..."

Before Zeng Lingfeng finished speaking, he heard his father's voice coming from outside the yard: "Sanwa, what are you talking about for an arranged marriage? What kind of matchmaking are you?"

Zhou Peilin heard Zeng Lingfeng's father's voice, stood up and greeted him loudly, and said in a familiar tone: "It's Brother Chuipu! I'm looking for a wife for your mistress, haha..."

Zeng Chuipu looked at the strange Director Zhou and asked, "Sanwa, who is this?"

Zeng Lingfeng hurriedly said: "Dad, this is the editor of Zhou Peilin of China Youth Daily."

Zeng Chuipu hurriedly said hello: "It's Editor Zhou, welcome! I'm so sorry. You saw that we were not at home but we were not at home. I really feel sorry..."

Director Zhou hurriedly said: "It's okay, it's okay. It's normal to be busy in the countryside. Besides, your mistress is very considerate, haha, very thoughtful."

After hearing this, Zeng Lingfeng felt that the words were thorny. After thinking about it carefully, it was true. After Zhou Peilin came, the two of them were chatting. He didn't even move from the chair. Until now, Zhou Peilin was still sitting on a small stool next to him, and he moved the small stool from the yard himself.

Zeng Lingfeng stood up embarrassedly and said embarrassedly: "Uncle, I'm so sorry. You see, I've been talking all the time and haven't given you a cup of tea. I'm so sorry! I'll go now, go now..." Zeng Lingfeng ran away in panic.

Zhou Peilin saw Zeng Lingfeng running away in a panic, and looked proud on his face, and said in his heart: "Little girl, you are still tender! You don't even give me face!"

Seeing Zeng Lingfeng running away in a hurry, Zeng Chuipu was also sweating profusely and said embarrassedly: "Editor Zhou, I'm so embarrassed. The child is ignorant, don't mind!"

Director Zhou said: "Brother Chuipu, don't be polite. Thanks to the boy calling me 'uncle', just call me Brother Zhou, don't be polite!"

Zeng Lingfeng couldn't help feeling speechless after hearing Zhou Peilin's words. This made it seem that Zeng Lingfeng and his father were guests and Zhou Peilin was the master.

When Zeng Lingfeng finished making the tea and asked Zhou Peilin to enter the house, he found that his father and Zhou Peilin were already having a very scheming conversation. Zhou Peilin said, "Brother, I am very satisfied with this child, so my uncle is determined. My niece is called Zhan Zilin, and there is no photo now. Because I came in a hurry this time, I will definitely let you see it next time. It's not that I'm boasting, my little niece will definitely be a big beauty when she grows up!"

Zeng Cipp said next to him: "That's good! It's just that our family has climbed up and climbed up. Since your brother said it's good, there will definitely be no mistake."

Zhou Peilin said: "Our Zilin and Ling Feng are from one year, but in the month that is bigger than Ling Feng, her birthday was born on April 22, 1984."

Zeng Lingfeng was stunned when he heard Director Zhou's words. Zhan Zilin? It's not that coincidental, right? Could it be the goddess Zhan Zilin in his previous life, right?

Zeng Lingfeng woke up quickly. It would be better to ask these things clearly. There are so many Chinese people, so they don’t have to be just the same name?

"Uncle, where is your niece Zhan Zilin you mentioned?" Zeng Lingfeng asked Zhou Peilin.

After hearing Zeng Lingfeng's words, Zeng Chuipu laughed and teased Zeng Lingfeng: "Why, you started to inquire about your future wife so quickly? Didn't you just say that this is a matchmaker, an arranged marriage!"

Zeng Lingfeng didn't care about his father's jokes at all, but just looked at Zhou Peilin.

Zhou Peilin said, "It's nothing to tell you. Xiao Zilin's hometown is Shijiazhuang, Hebei."

Zeng Lingfeng was a little dizzy. The world was really crazy. It seemed that the Zhan Zilin mentioned by Zhou Peilin must be the Zhan Zilin that Zeng Lingfeng knew in his previous life. This made Zeng Lingfeng speechless.

Seeing that Zeng Lingfeng's behavior was a bit abnormal, Zeng Chuipu said, "Ling Feng, what's wrong?"

Zeng Lingfeng shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I'll just ask."

Since he had asked this clearly, Zeng Lingfeng had no intention of saying anything. It was not a bad thing to be able to have a legend with his dream lover in his previous life. Besides, how can we be sure of what happened twenty years later? We can still get divorced after getting married. This verbal engagement is just a casual talk. Everything has to wait until time to count. Now, it is too early.

Although I feel ashamed of the baby, how can I determine whether I have the chance to meet her again in this life is still an unknown. Therefore, in Zeng Lingfeng's heart, I am not too resistant to this matter.
Chapter completed!