The Great North Gate of Taiyuan is also called the Zhenyuan Gate. It is said that the third son of Zhu Yuanzhang in the Ming Dynasty, King Zhu Fan of Jin, would leave the city through this gate when he led his army to inspect the border, so it was called Zhenyuan Gate.
When Wang Wenzhao rushed to the Dabei Gate, he found that police had cordoned off the Dabei Gate today, and no one was allowed to approach. I asked some people watching the excitement and found out that a high-ranking official from Nanjing had arrived in Taiyuan today, and the city officials came to the gate to greet him.
Sure enough, Wang Wenzhao saw many officials and soldiers, large and small, gathered in an open space. There were more than a dozen cars of various sizes parked under the city wall.
He suddenly found that the German consultant he was looking for, Hobert, was also among the crowd, talking to the people around him. He knew that he couldn't disturb him rashly now. Hobert would always leave after picking up his friends anyway. It would be easier to deal with when he saw someone, so he stood patiently among the crowd of onlookers and waited.
Not long after, a motorcade entered the city gate. Good guy, there are six big and small cars. The officials all stepped forward to greet him. First, two black minibuses got out and a few people got out. There were actually two foreigners. Wang Wenzhao saw Hobert greeting the two foreigners enthusiastically. They seemed to be his friends. I was still surprised that the high-ranking official from Nanjing was accompanied by two foreigners.
Suddenly, Wang Wenzhao's eyes froze, his heart seemed to stop beating instantly, and a familiar face came into view. Is it his nephew Zhou Wen whom he thinks about day and night and worries about day and night? But he is much taller and stronger. Looking at the man's straight military uniform and shiny black military boots, he looked like a heroic officer. Could it be that he got the wrong person?
I saw the young officer standing behind the senior officer wearing glasses, with Wang Wenzhao's familiar smile on his face, introducing and communicating with the officials who came to greet him.
That's right, it was his own Awen, that familiar smile, those familiar habits... Wang Wenzhao's tears flowed down. God bless him, he is still alive and well. Wang Wenzhao didn't care how his nephew became a great military officer. He just looked at Zhou Wen's face and behavior, with tears in his eyes, but a smile broke out on his face.
The person standing next to him inadvertently turned his head and was shocked to see his appearance. Could this man be a lunatic? Why was he crying and laughing at the same time? He quickly and quietly moved a few steps to the side. Forget it, I'd better stay away.
Wang Wenzhao was right, that officer was Zhou Wen. After more than ten days of traveling through mountains and rivers, Zhou Wen and the others finally arrived in Taiyuan. In fact, if Liu Ruoshui had not represented the Central Party Headquarters and had to stop in every county to socialize and appease local officials, the journey of several hundred kilometers would not have been completed in three days.
Zhou Wen noticed that among the officials who came to greet him were the representatives sent by Xu Yongchang, the acting chairman of Shanxi Province, the commissioner of the Northeast Army Marshal Zhang stationed in Taiyuan, and then the officials of all sizes in Taiyuan. Zhou Wen's face froze with laughter. Looking at Liu Ruoshui who was talking and laughing freely, he thought that this was the big brother's performance stage, and he was really not suitable for this kind of occasion.
Suddenly, Zhou Wen felt something in his heart and looked out of the crowd. He recognized at a glance the relative he was so familiar with and so close to. The relative whom I have loved clinging to since I was a child, the man with whom I can feel the scent of my mother...
"uncle!"
Zhou Wen's eyes were moist, and he ran towards his uncle in large strides no longer caring about any social introductions.
Wang Wenzhao couldn't help but push aside the police's obstruction and ran towards Zhou Wen. The policeman originally wanted to catch up and teach this unruly common man a lesson, but when he saw the VIP colonel's behavior, he immediately stopped.
Wang Wenzhao tripped over a pebble in his haste while running and was about to fall to the ground when a pair of strong arms held him firmly.
"Uncle" an emotional call sounded in his ears. Looking at the smiling face of the person in front of him who was also crying, Wang Wenzhao hugged him in his arms and burst into tears.
It was time to cry. Hundreds of days and nights of worry and hundreds of days and nights of anxiety were completely released at this moment. Now that the person he cared about finally appeared before his eyes, Wang Wenzhao wanted to vent all his worries and anguish over the past year and a half.
At this time, the officials who were entertaining all stopped and looked at this touching scene without knowing why. Liu Ruoshui looked apologetically and explained a few words to everyone, then strode over. He knew Zhou Wen's situation, and it looked like he had met a relative.
At this time, Wang Wenzhao also gradually calmed down, holding Zhou Wen's hand and looking up and down, looking at it non-stop. He just repeated one sentence: "It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back!" Zhou Wen also looked at his uncle with a silly smile.
Seeing Liu Ruoshui coming over, Zhou Wen introduced Liu Ruoshui. Liu Ruoshui warmly held Wang Wenzhao's hand and said: "Mr. Wang, you are Awen's uncle, which is also my uncle. From now on, in Taiyuan or Shanxi, if you have anything to do, just come to me and don't talk to anyone else. "
Liu Ruoshui was not bragging. As the Shanxi special commissioner of the Central Party Committee, except for matters involving politics and the military, everything else was nothing. Who dared not give him face?
At this time, Gao Xiaoshan, Miaohua, Xu Dacheng, and Hongxiu all came over to meet Wang Wenzhao. Zhou Wen looked at the brothers in the distance who were all looking here, and thought it was too late to introduce them one by one. He waved his hand, and the team members all ran over and stood in order.
Zhou Quan pointed at Wang Wenzhao and said loudly: "This is my uncle. Brothers, please recognize him."
All the team members bowed neatly and shouted loudly: "Uncle!"
Seeing a group of officers saluting him, Wang Wenzhao was a little at a loss and said quickly: "I don't dare to do it, I don't dare to do it."
"Uncle, you deserve it. They are all my brothers of life and death. You are my uncle, and of course they are their uncle." Zhou Wen took Wang Wenzhao's hand and said with a smile, then turned to the brothers and said: "Brothers said Tell me, is this true?"
"That's right, he is my uncle." "I don't have an uncle yet, now it's better, I will have an uncle in the future." "That's the reason, aren't the uncles of scholars just our uncles?"...
At this moment, Zhou Wen heard Mandel shouting loudly in English: "Zhou, come here quickly, I want to introduce you to a friend."
On the way to Taiyuan, the Mandels truly experienced what tourism is. There are officials to receive you along the way, and wherever you want to go sightseeing, there are people who will guide you and protect you. These ten days have turned out to be the most comfortable and relaxing time since arriving in China. Their relationship with Zhou Wen is now that of friends and brothers.
