"It has nothing to do with you. This is all my own fault." Tong Siqing pulled the quilt and wrapped herself tightly in it, as if this could alleviate the guilt in her heart.
"Can it have nothing to do with me? If anything happens in the future, I will help you bear it together." Fang Zhicheng replied decisively.
"Go to sleep, good night." Tong Siqing read the text message several times, then silently deleted all the records. Finally, a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, not knowing whether it was joy or sadness, and then she quickly fell into a deep sleep.
The married woman's heart is very strong. She cannot give up her family and children, so she can only quietly hide what happened tonight.
Fang Zhicheng sat in the Jetta, feeling restless for a long time. For the first time, he discovered that he had changed a lot. Compared with the cautiousness he had when he first entered the workplace a year ago, he was now much more confident and bold.
He actually had sex with Tong Siqing at her home, which not only made Fang Zhicheng feel incredible, but also extremely exciting.
"No wonder so many married men and women like extramarital affairs. It turns out that the taste is so wonderful." Fang Zhicheng recalled Tong Siqing's charm in bed, sighed helplessly, and exhaled a large cloud of smoke.
He originally thought that he was a man of strong will, but he didn't expect that when he really encountered that kind of situation, he would inevitably fall.
The work style of officials will be the focus of the organization's inspection. Fang Zhicheng flicked away the burnt cigarette and thought to himself that he should be more careful in the future and must not fail in a woman's belly.
Just as he was about to push the door open and walk home, Fang Zhicheng suddenly felt a little numb and itchy on his arm. He rolled up his sleeves and saw a deep red blood mark on it. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. After thinking about it, he stayed in the car and called Qin Yuming.
"Zhicheng, why haven't you come back yet so late?" Qin Yuming's voice was full of worry and resentment.
Fang Zhicheng felt guilty and said modestly, "Sister, I have something urgent to do today. I won't be back to sleep tonight. You should go to bed early."
Qin Yuming hummed and said softly, "Take care of yourself and don't work too hard." Then she said a few simple and caring words to Fang Zhicheng and hung up the phone.
Looking at the dim light coming from the living room on the third floor, Fang Zhicheng smiled bitterly at himself, started the car, and drove to the villa that Zhao Qingya left for him.
People will always become a different person unconsciously because of changes in their living environment.
Fang Zhicheng is no longer a student who has stepped into university society, but has become a seasoned politician who is shrewd in scheming. In the turbulent world of power and sex, he does not know whether he can always stick to his original intention.
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One day in late September, Fang Zhicheng just got off work and met Colonel Xie. Colonel Xie said softly: "Xiao Fang, I am here to pick you up on the orders of the young lady."
Fang Zhicheng smiled and shook hands with Colonel Xie. "Sister Vanilla called to inform me. Let's go quickly. I'm afraid we'll keep the old man waiting for a long time."
Fang Zhicheng did not expect that the old man of the Ning family would personally ask to see him. Although he appeared to be extremely calm on the surface, his heart was still in turmoil. After all, he was a famous figure in the history of the Republic and one of the mainstays of China today.
The military jeep had excellent performance. After getting on the highway from Yinzhou and turning into the city, we drove for more than an hour and finally turned into an ancient and secluded courtyard. The interior had the architectural style of the previous dynasty, with green bricks and tiles and picturesque corridors. In the center of the courtyard stood a tall osmanthus tree, exuding a sweet fragrance. Not far away was a grape trellis, hung with emerald-like agate grapes.
Ning Xiangcao was sitting on a stone bench on the east side of the grape trellis, holding a book. She had her hair in a high bun and wore a high-slit cheongsam made of silver fabric with gold patterns. Her legs in flesh-colored stockings looked slender and long. She was so focused on reading that she didn't notice there was another person in the yard.
Fang Zhicheng cleared his throat. Ning Xiangcao withdrew her gaze from the book, nodded quietly, and whispered, "You're here?"
Fang Zhicheng nodded. He had met Ning Xiangcao almost every month recently. The two had become somewhat familiar with each other, and greeting each other was no longer as awkward as when strangers met.
Fang Zhicheng had some understanding of Ning Xiangcao's personality. He knew that this was a woman who had not yet come out of the tragedy of her husband's death, so her personality was inevitably a little withdrawn. After all, the pain of losing a husband had a huge impact on a woman.
Ning Xiangcao walked in front to lead the way. Seeing Fang Zhicheng's eyes focused on the grapes on the vine, she smiled sadly, "These are the ones I planted with him back then. They never bore fruit before, but I didn't expect that after he left, they have borne so much fruit."
Fang Zhicheng sighed inwardly and said, "Sister Vanilla, if you look at it from another angle, what would you think if there were no fruit this year?"
Ning Xiangcao was slightly startled, then realized what Fang Zhicheng meant. She smiled bitterly and said, "You are right. I am too paranoid and always blame him for everything. In fact, the fact that this grape vine cannot bear fruit has nothing to do with a deceased person like him!"
Fang Zhicheng nodded and said softly, "It's mainly because you still miss him in your heart. Seeing things reminds you of him, so you will associate everything with him."
Ning Xiangcao waved her hands and said bitterly: "I also know that my condition is not good, but I don't know how to get out of it."
Fang Zhicheng stood on tiptoe, reached out and plucked a small bunch of grapes, took the largest one from it, peeled it, handed it to Ning Xiangcao, and casually put one in his mouth, smiling faintly: "Time will dilute everything, try it, it should taste good."
Ning Xiangcao hesitated for a moment, put it in her mouth, and found that although it was a little sour, it was also sweet. She recalled the taste softly, "I had been looking at it and thought it was pleasing to the eye. I didn't expect it to taste so sweet and delicious."
Fang Zhicheng smiled and said no more. He thought to himself that Ning Xiangcao was truly a kind-hearted woman. She had seen through his intention with just one action. He thought that as smart as she was, she should be able to get out of her current shadow soon.
After walking for about two or three minutes, we entered a spacious hall. The furnishings were not luxurious, but full of a rustic atmosphere. The furniture was made of mahogany with traces of age and colorful colors.
An old man in white training clothes was standing in the center of the hall, holding a jade-handled wolf-hair brush in his hand. His face was calm, his breath was strong, and he shook his wrist lightly. The fragrant ink splashed out, and a few elegant and powerful words appeared naturally.
Fang Zhicheng couldn't help but feel his blood boiling when he saw the old man who was often mentioned in history books. Old Man Ning seemed much kinder than he had imagined, because in his impression, Old Man Ning should be an old man with a strong character who would rather break than bend. But in reality, he had white hair and beard, and wore loose training clothes, like a banished immortal, with a sense of elegance and transcendence.
From his current state, we can see that, although he still has unpredictable influence on both the military and political circles of China, Mr. Ning has almost stopped caring about worldly affairs. It is because he is not disturbed by worldly affairs that he can be so free and easy.
Old Ning glanced at Fang Zhicheng and waved his hand. Fang Zhicheng was slightly startled and a bitter smile appeared on his lips. He didn't expect that Old Ning actually wanted to write a couple of words himself.
It is said that a person's handwriting reflects his character. I am afraid that Mr. Ning wants to understand himself through his handwriting.
Chapter 0163 A Real Man is Unrestrained
The four characters "Ultimate Goodness" were written on the three-foot-wide rice paper. It must be said that Mr. Ning's calligraphy skills have reached a certain level. Fang Zhicheng has recently learned calligraphy from Taoist Chen Yi of the Nanyuan Taoist Temple for a long time, and has a certain understanding of the realm of calligraphy.
Calligraphy is generally divided into three realms. The first realm is like walking on thin ice, trembling with fear, and forcing every stroke, striving to be consistent with the ancient method of inscriptions and calligraphy, and not daring to go beyond the limit; the second realm is a little relaxed, floating and swaying, a little relaxed, wanting to relax but feeling like rubble in the heart, and not being able to naturally take a step forward; at the third realm, there are two styles. The first style is not natural, it is logical, every stroke is skillful, and eventually become a generation of calligraphers. The second style is natural, of course. It comes naturally and naturally, and it is endless, refreshing, and writing with heart, all due to the nature of the heart and hand, and finally you can become a calligrapher.
Mr. Ning's style is undoubtedly the second style of the third level, which emphasizes unrestrainedness, freedom, and freedom on paper without any constraints.
Fang Zhicheng had not been practicing calligraphy for long, but his eyesight was still very sharp. He could see that Mr. Ning's brushstrokes contained his own spiritual energy. If one looked closely, it was as if the calligraphy was telling him about a mental journey that had gone through vicissitudes and great changes.
The so-called perfection and nature can be said to be a test question summed up by Mr. Ning based on his life experience and put it to the test of himself. How can I achieve perfection and nature? How can I use calligraphy to appropriately answer this question set by Mr. Ning