242 The World (21)
"This is all a misunderstanding..." As soon as Mrs. Wang spoke, Chen Lian put down the teacup in his hand.
"clang--"
The obviously silent sound seemed to hit the hearts of the three Wang family members.
"Bang"
Mr. Wang slapped Mrs. Wang in the face, "You vicious woman, Xiaofeng is so good, but you are so good! Marrying you is really a misfortune to my Wang family! I want to divorce you!"
Chen Lian looked at him coldly, while Mr. Wang was talking about this and watching him. The show was really funny.
He stood up and said, "Since that's the case, I'll wait for news from Mr. Wang."
After saying that, he left first.
Mr. Wang: “…”
Mrs. Wang, who was stunned, reacted and cried and cried: "No, you can't divorce me. I'll give birth to children for your Wang family. Why do you divorce me? Breaking scripts is the rule of our Xia people, why did he break the rules because of him? The Wang family has married a big-footed wife, and can't have a big-footed lady! I'm right! You can't divorce me."
Chen Lian glanced coldly at Mrs. Wang on the ground, and there was no anger in his expression.
This kind of idea is not something that Mrs. Wang alone has.
It poisoned all the summer people today.
Like a cancer, it will remain in human thoughts for a long time.
It will destroy generations of women, so as to put the entire society in a pathological state.
He tightened his cloak tightly, said nothing more, and left the Wang Mansion with a big step.
Shishun followed the hospital and came back in the evening to send a message, "Miss Wang Feng is awake. I asked Grandma Wen if you want to go and see the headmaster?"
"No need." Chen Lian looked at himself in the mirror, wearing a Zhongshan suit. This was the first time he had worn this kind of clothes in this world.
"At the invitation of Mr. Li San, the headmaster went to Wild Rose to attend the dinner." Xiao Jin explained to Shishun while tidying up every inch of Chen Lian's clothes.
Chen Lian looked at Shishun, "You are guarding the hospital. When Xiaofeng is ready to be discharged, let them come to Feiyun Tower. As for the wife and the young master, try to hide the news first."
The wife and the young master refer to Chen Lian's mother Lu Xia and his younger brother Xiang Chenxing, who was just fifteen years old.
Although they stayed in Lucheng, Chen Lian considered not to let them be harassed by the reporters because of himself, so he did not let them live in Feiyun Tower.
However, the place where they live is not far from Feiyun Tower, just ten minutes away.
"Feiyunlou has already given instructions, but the Wang family is the one on the other side-"
"They dare!" Xiao Jin sneered, "If you jump again, I have to come to the door to knock them down!"
Shishun nodded, agreeing with Xiao Jin's proposal.
Today, Chen Lian wasted a lot of energy, and Xiao Jin and Shishun knew very well.
"Is Jiushun back?"
"Go back to the headmaster, my brother came back at noon. The headmaster would rest at that time, and he didn't disturb him."
"If you have time, let him come in. I have something to ask him." Chen Lian walked to the kang by the window.
"yes."
Jiushun came in shortly after. He didn't have Shishun's dimples, but had a cinnabar mole on his eyebrows. He looked quite handsome.
"Class master, the matter is done. Editor Zhao of the newspaper said that the articles written by the headmaster will start to be published today."
As he said that, he put the wooden box in his hand in front of Chen Lian.
"This is a letter from Editor Zhao of this issue that I asked me to bring back to the headmaster."
Chen Lian opened the box and saw that there were many more letters inside.
In fact, there should be much more letters than this.
Editor-in-chief Zhao has already initially screened the letters of those black fans have been removed, and these are all letters of real fans.
He said, "You will take the letter apart, and I will read it carefully while I will."
Jiushun carried the box outside and asked the people from Feiyunlou to help unpack the letter. After a while, Jiushun came in with the unpacked letter.
"By the way, the headmaster, my memory almost forgot what Editor-in-Chief Zhao specifically told me."
He took out a letter from his arms, "Class Master, this is a letter specially explained by Editor-in-Chief Zhao, saying that he hopes you take a closer look."
Chen Lian took the letter. The envelope was the most ordinary rice paper, but it had a faint fragrance on it. The person who wrote the letter should be a woman.
【Dear Mr. Unknown:
Hello!
First of all, I don’t know if sir can see this letter. If someone sees these words after opening this letter, I beg you to help hand over this letter to Mr. Wuming, because this is really important to me!
Mr. Wuming, my name is Guan Yue, and I am the son of the magistrate of Yuncheng. The reason why I wrote this letter was entirely because I was almost desperate. Because I liked the articles written by Mr. I was thinking that Mr. must be able to understand what I thought.
Yuncheng is a city with spring seasons. It has comfortable temperatures every year. There are gulls migrating from thousands of miles away and very beautiful flowers and plants. I grew up here, so I love it here.
But one day, this place changed.
The court was not in charge of affairs, and there were people holding guns and weapons, and they were no longer under the jurisdiction of the court. Although my father was sincere, he could not do anything about it.
I originally thought that this was the worst thing.
But later I found out that I thought things too simple.
People with guns and weapons began to stop farmers from farming, but instead asked them to grow a plant called marijuana.
They said that this is a kind of smoke, with a very high value, and can allow farmers to earn a lot of money.
Whether forced or driven by interests.
In short, 80% of farmers in Yuncheng began to grow marijuana.
At that time, I was eleven years old.
Five years have passed, I am sixteen years old and I know more.
And the once beautiful Yuncheng has completely become another.
People are seldom in their faces and skinny skin, lying at home to smoke marijuana; in order to smoke marijuana, they sold their wives and children, and even killed people. I don’t know how many such people are detained in the county government. I don’t count them anymore, and I dare not count them at all.
In contrast, the officers holding guns and weapons are getting richer and richer.
They agreed that military personnel were not allowed to smoke marijuana, but sold these things that could make people unrecognizable.
And my father, the elder I once respected the most, became a smoker who slid on the bed and smoked sips.
Mr. Wuming, tell me what should I do to save them?
I really don't know what to do, please let me know.]
Chen Lian put down his letter and said nothing for a long time.
This letter made him start to think about how many people were alive like walking corpses outside Lucheng.
And he needs to do anything?
Chapter completed!