After Wang Yi left, only the Cen family father and son were left in the ward. Cen Chunxuan sat next to his father's bed, looking at his father who was lying on the bed, closed his eyes, and seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and felt very uncomfortable.

He knew his father's loyalty to the Qing court, but in the face of the general trend of the world, excessive loyalty would become foolish loyalty. Although Cen Chunxuan also had a certain favorable impression of the Qing court, his loyalty could not be called. At least after listening to his juniors' description of the Northeast, he yearned for life in the Northeast Autonomous Region even more.

Looking at the time, Cen Chunxuan whispered: "Father, it's time to take medicine."

In the carriage, Lin Tae-hee and Han Xiu-jing were talking, and Wang Yi sat in the middle, not even able to listen, and he did whatever he wanted, showing the girl's vitality.

"Sir, I didn't expect that the Cen family was quite loyal to the Qing court." Han Xiujing smiled like a flower and asked with a smile on Wang Yi.

"Loyalty?" Lin Tae-hee frowned and obviously disagreed. In her opinion, the Cen family is just a foreign country.

Seeing that the two girls were quarreling, Wang Yixiao said, "Okay, stop arguing." As he said that, one of them hugged the two girls in his arms.

"Then the gentleman said, who is right about Taehee and I?"

"Everything is right, everything is right!"

Both sides please, but neither side pleased. Both girls snorted, and their little mouths pouted.

Wang Yi didn't care and said, "The Cen family was loyal to the Qing court. At least in Cen Yuying's eyes, the Qing court was the center of the Celestial Empire. As for us, we are just traitors. Although it is not as good as everyone can kill them, it is because they do not have this strength. Of course, the young man from the Cen family is completely different from his father. Maybe he is loyal, but he is more of an exclusion of changes in his life."

"Sir, Tae-hee doesn't understand."

"Well...why?" Wang Yi thought for a while and said, "Life is like a drama in the rest of his life, and everyone is always playing their own role in life."

In order to calm the two girls down, Wang started to fool him hard. However, his words also made some sense, so the two girls didn't understand, so they had to nod.

"When a person is in a certain role for a long time, he will become dependent on the surrounding environment, characters, and even lifestyle, and he has no feeling. But once there are some changes around him, people often need to adapt to it for a period of time. People like Cen Yuying who are a priest in the Qing court will naturally be more repelled by changes in life."

The three of them talked about the meeting and returned to Qingyuan not long after. Wang Yi had nothing to do this afternoon, but he would be busy at night because he had already informed Han Shuqi that Qingyuan would hold a banquet after nightfall. The participants were naturally the leading figures in the three worlds of politics, military and business in North Vietnam, as well as some NPC representatives.

After returning to Qingyuan, Wang Yi called Wang Feng, the butler, to ask about Shen Yazhi's life in Qingyuan. Wang Feng knew about the relationship between the two, so he also understood Wang Yi's concerns, so he answered very carefully. This made Wang Yi have a great impression of him and he couldn't help but increase his trust.

While there was nothing to do in the afternoon, Wang Yi took Lin Tae-hee, Chu Yuan, and some plainclothes guards to leave Qingyuan. Han Xiujing did not follow him because she was going to host the dinner. Wang Yi was still very at ease with Han Xiujing's work ability. She helped Qianjia organize many similar activities on Ningdao, and she had a lot of experience and everything would be arranged in an orderly manner.

At this time, the sky in North Vietnam was a little gloomy. The sun was so strong in the past, so I didn't come out to cause trouble again. The breeze was a little cool and very pleasant. It was a unique atmosphere to walk on the streets near Qingyuan.

Due to safety issues, Wang Yi generally does not go to places with too many crowds. After all, for his personal guards, it is too difficult to protect such places. Since the last assassination in Yingkou, Wang Yi has not been shopping. It is one aspect of fear of death, but more because he does not want to cause trouble for people.

Wang Yi has not left Qingyuan too far. The nearby neighborhoods are typical North Vietnamese residential houses. Although the old city has begun to be renovated in the past two years, it is obviously not yet included in the ranks of relocation. The new urban area is generally six-story building, and the living environment should be better than the old city. However, Wang Yi likes the original flavor of the old city, but his preference is based on the relative inconvenience of local residents, which is somewhat harmful to others and benefit oneself.

There are two big trees at the intersection of the street, and there are a group of elderly people sitting around, playing chess, drinking tea and chatting. It is rare for children to be seen. I think they either entered the kindergarten or going to school. Lin Tae-hee took Wang Yi's arm at this time, looked around, and pointed to a building under construction in the distance, saying, "Sir, what is there?"

It was far away, and Wang Yi was not a clever mind. The construction had just started and his appearance had not yet come out, so he couldn't answer. At this time, an old man at the intersection of the street smiled and said, "That's the Cultural Palace. If it is built in the future, it can act and play movies."

The old man's voice was very easy-going, speaking Cantonese. The moment Wang Yi heard it, he seemed to have returned to the era before time travel. Although Wang Yi was a northerner, he also had a little understanding of Cantonese, which was mainly due to the early Hong Kong movies, TV series and songs. Later, when he was in school, there was also a Guangdong native in the same bed, so he learned some.

Lin Tae-hee and the people who followed Chu Yuan were confused, so they naturally couldn't understand that Cantonese was no different from foreign languages ​​for them.

"What are the old man talking about?" Lin Tae-hee asked curiously.

"He said that there is the Cultural Palace over there, a place to watch movies and dramas."

After answering Lin Tae-hee's question, Wang Yi started a chat with the old man here.

"Young man, are you coming from the north?"

"How do you know?"

"I just knew the accent you said just now. Did you come from the Northeast?"

"Yes, I came from Dashang."

One of the old men smiled and said, "Da Shang, a very good place. I've been to it last year."

Wang Yi originally thought that these old people were all Han people who immigrated, but after talking, he found that there were many old people in Jing. This made him a little strange. The old people seemed to see his questions and smiled and said, "We are neighbors and we have known each other for decades. Everyone bowed their heads and didn't look up. If we really encounter difficulties, we will help us. As for the young man, what kind of family, country, and Han Jing people, we don't know much."

"What the old people are talking about is the big truth. People get along with each other is the feeling of individuals over individuals, and the deep hatreds of those countries are just the society above individuals. It cannot be said that these hatreds are meaningless, but whether they are really that meaningful to individuals in society is just something that is said of two things."

Wang Yi said this to Lin Tae-hee, so the girl naturally couldn't understand it. "Mr. What does it mean is that without a country, people can live happier?"

"Wrong, it's not just the country, but all the classification and definition positioning. To give a simple example, it's like the two of us. You are North Koreans, I am from Northeast China. We live together, and one day I bullied you. Of course you are not feeling well, but is this a matter between us?"

Lin Tae-hee nodded.

"But if one day our problem is suddenly said to be the Northeastern people bullying North Koreans, will the contradiction suddenly be a lot more intense?"

Only then did Lin Tae-hee understand what Wang Yi meant.

"Many contradictions are intensified in this way, some are unintentional mistakes. However, more are deliberately intensified by some people. In order to achieve a certain goal, they do not hesitate to provoke conflicts between two places, two races, and even two countries. As for the subsequent corpses and blood, and the corpses are everywhere, for them, they are just one general's success and ten thousand bones are undone."

Wang Yi's words not only made Lin Tae-hee think, but also Chu Yuan beside him.

Wang Yi suddenly laughed, and put his arms around Lin Tae-hee's waist, and said with a smile: "Tae-hee, you are not Xiu-jing, you are not suitable for thinking about these things."

When Lin Tae-hee heard this, she thought about it and nodded deeply, saying, "These things are too troublesome, I really can't figure it out."

"Actually, this kind of thing is very simple. Don't just put it too much. As the saying goes, one person does things, one person does it, and we will let it be the other person, and we will not do this if we expand one person's behavior into a group."

"Hey!" The girl seemed to feel that she understood a big truth, so she was very happy.

After chatting with the old people for a while, Wang Yi said goodbye and left, and walked around the street for a while, but nothing happened. Seeing that it was getting late, Wang Yi took Lin Tae-hee and Chu Yuan back to Qingyuan, but not long after he left the street corner, a young couple eating spring rolls at a snack stall also left immediately.

After passing through several streets and coming to a block, the young couple came to take a remote courtyard outside and knocked on the gate a few lightly and regularly. Soon, someone in the courtyard asked, "This is not a hotel, you need to have a meal to go in front."

“We are giving fish sauce.”

He snorted in the courtyard and said, "Why did you come? The kitchen is almost out of business."

This is the backyard of a small street restaurant, but there is a few floors of yard in the middle. Fish sauce is the main seasoning for Vietnamese cuisine, and a jar is in the arms of the young husband. The door is opened by a middle-aged man with brown skin, and the two sides are talking in Vietnamese.

"Go to the kitchen quickly, you're waiting for use there."

"yes!"

The husband followed the middle-aged man in, while the wife sat quietly by the door, looking at the alley outside the yard. Although she was doing simple tasks in her hands, her eyes were watching from time to time.

"I heard you saw a big fish today?" As he walked to the kitchen, the middle-aged man suddenly asked.

"I saw it, but there were too many shrimps next to me, so it was difficult to start."

"If you don't do it, you won't do it. It's not bad to catch big fish with long lines."
Chapter completed!