He was very close to the third executive committee member's family, so Gu Xuchun didn't want to take over the matter now. He said a few words and said, "We took a group photo together."
Chatting in circles with the people in the congregation. The politicians all wore autumn-style tuxedos with black background and white satin trim, and they chatted extensively with each other. Except for Gu Xuchun who accompanied Mrs. Lin, the uniformed generals were all on their own. The Renaissance Army still faithfully adheres to the principles since the new era. Now is not 2043. Before 2043, Marshal Ren Dingjia, who was also the first executive committee member, passed away 40 years ago. The surface of the earth was rebuilt. The underground has been replaced by the human world.
"Wait for me, Yunyun." Li Qi caught up with Gu Xiuyun and said with his arms crossed.
"What are you waiting for?" Gu Xiuyun turned around and looked at the purple pansy flowers flying one after another, and the white catkins flying over the purple sea. Who would have thought that this place is more than a thousand meters underground? This multi-hectare wonderland is one of the few remaining places in the world where existential crises can be forgotten.
Seeing her cousin spinning around, holding up her skirt and dancing on tiptoes, Gu Xiuyun was not touched at all. Instead, she was thinking about the reason for her aunt's education method.
I remember she wasn't such an idiot when she was little. Gu Xiuyun was confused. She was happy to watch and learn from such on-stage performances, but she did not want to be on stage. As a history student, she had read historical materials about the pre-war alliance. Fifty years before the war, the crazy movie craze had deformed the actors' net worth, and the situation was slipping into an abyss. When preparing for war, the Ministry of Literature and Art was forced to return to its original shape so as not to hinder the values of young people.
How can people who have studied history orthodoxly and thought about it seriously not be disappointed?
"We went to take a group photo..." Gu Xiuyun was speechless. For the sake of embarrassment, she took her cousin away who was dancing so excitedly that she thought someone was watching from a distance.
As soon as Gu Xiuyun arrived, Mrs. Lin rushed over and waved: "With auntie."
Li Qi happily held the arm of the third executive committee member, while Mrs. Lin held Gu Xiuyun's hand. So in this group photo of the alliance's military and political leaders, two girls occupied the most prominent positions.
After everyone crossed the hill, they found the Xidu Banquet Hall, a pale white, classical building made of marble.
When the underground city was built and expanded, the lower-quality stones were used to pave the ground, while the higher-quality stones were used to build government departments and public facilities. Many children's palaces and workers' stadiums were built decades ago, and the stones were replaced as they were damaged. Over time, it turns gray and white.
The best quality stones were transported to Xidu District, a small area independent of the Seven Cities of Longshan. It is neither a residential area nor a functional area, but a health care area.
At that time, all the last batch of surface soil and flowers were used here. According to the proposal of the Second Executive Committee, the Purple Sea was rebuilt and a sanatorium modeled on the White Dragon Palace was built. The construction took half a century, during which it was rejected by the subsequent executive committee. However, after the death of Marshal Ren Dingjia, there is no answer as to why the reconstruction was started. There is no answer as to why there are only so many guests here today.
Stepping into the banquet hall, the traditional cornice flying beams outside are soaking in the wind and rain, and the Baroque decorative style inside perfectly complements the "high dome", one of the characteristics of contemporary Alliance architectural art. Inside, under the only traditional patio, artificial drums The wind passes through the cleverly designed holes and turns into warm wind, making people feel dizzy.
Outside the banquet hall, Gu Xiuyun stroked her braids, took off her round-rimmed eyes and wiped them carefully. She ignored the whispers of a bunch of old men around her and looked at the names in ancient script and regular script on the seat map. Since the alliance is determined to eliminate foreign culture, it is reflected here. It changes the traditional seat map and does not save time by putting a name brand picture in a vulgar way.
"Cen Jingxing...why is he sitting next to me?" Gu Xiuyun muttered. A certain scumbag junior who tried to do something to her appeared in her mind, but this dead child happened to be Mrs. Lin's only son.
It's really bad to spoil a child when she's old. Among the executive committee members, she was the last to have children, but she went to encourage more children, which I didn't understand. Gu Xiuyun thought.
While there was no one around, Gu Xiuyun quickly picked up the nameplate and swapped "Wen Pinghai" and "Cen Jiaxing" sitting next to Li Qi.
Feeling that something big had been accomplished, Gu Xiuyun was in a happy mood. She whistled, walked over and lifted Li Qi's chin, and when she was stunned, he grabbed her hand and gave her a high slap.
The banquet has not officially started yet, and people are sitting around a traditional long table, with glass palace lanterns under the crystal chandelier, and maids in palace clothes quietly dancing behind the screen, adding a sense of elegance to the longing figures.
Since she was still a few days away from adulthood, the goblet in front of Gu Xiuyun was filled with the specially ordered low-alcohol fruit wine. She glanced at Mrs. Lin's only son who was sitting next to Li Qi. The two young people were chatting happily and rushed to each other. Everyone on Gu Xiuyun's side smiled.
I have to say, this guy is really good looking. Gu Xiuyun thought.
During the wine tasting before the banquet, a certain colonel sitting on Gu Xiuyun's right gave her a polite compliment. It was nothing more than a perfect performance. After all, it was really a favor to praise the daughter of the rising star of the Renaissance Army in person.
Gu Xiuyun twisted her braid and took a sip of sweet fruit wine. She was slightly uneasy. She looked at the bright red wine in Wen Pinghai's glass on her left and blurted out: "What about you? Uncle Wen, don't you congratulate me?"
Just as he was thinking about talking in detail during the card game after the banquet, Wen Pinghai was caught off guard and said in confusion: "Sorry..."
Looking at Gu Xiuyun for a second, there was something cunning in her eyes. Wen Pinghai laughed and said, "Ah, very good, very good."
"But I'm not very interested in music." Wen Pinghai suddenly wanted to test the quality of Gu Xuchun's daughter. literature
To his surprise, Gu Xiuyun neither explained the history of "Hailan Tuduo River" nor defended the meaning of the music. Nor did she throw a glass of wine on his face. Instead, she lowered her head and smiled, smiling happily: "Me too, not interested."
"Aren't you interested?" Wen Pinghai's first reaction was that she was lying. Music in particular requires talent and interest. It was never said that a musician lacked passion.
Gu Xiuyun played with the table knife, and the silver knife danced in her fingers. A hunter who was good at this could only play like this.
She twirled the knife wildly, put the knife back to its place with ease, and said nonchalantly: "It's not very important to me anyway."
"It's enough to be pleasant to the ear."
This sophomore girl from the History Department of Yongshan University looked directly into the eyes of the leader of the coalition majority party. These are sharp and unmotivated eyes. Gu Xiuyun thought to herself, raised her glass and said, "But too much intoxication and praise won't do."
"This is all a bourgeois strategy, in order to make people lose their critical consciousness and draw people's attention to the appearance of unproductive artifacts."
Wen Pinghai took a sip, with the same smile as when he appeared on camera, but with a little more interest, he replied: "You must have joined the fan club."
The Alliance Parliament is a multi-party system, and the government is formed based on the proportion of seats. Unconventional military affairs, such as changes to the constitution, military establishment, war, peace treaty, annual budget, martial law, etc., are passed by the seven-member Executive Committee. However, the parliament also holds 40% of the weight. The resolution of the Executive Committee must be made by all seven members. Under the principle of unanimity, parliament still plays an important role.
Routine affairs, such as general legal provisions, quarterly budgets, and government replacements, are all decided by the parliament. During non-martial law and emergency periods, the executive committee cannot interfere excessively. This also means that whoever is the majority party in the parliament will implement the policies of the alliance, at least in the underground city.
"That's right." Gu Xiuyun leaned on her elbows as her braid hung down by her legs, raised her lips and said, facing Wen Pinghai's raised lips as well.
Wen Pinghai was really surprised. He and Gu Xuchun were graduates of the same class of Longshan University. He chose to continue studying law. Gu Xuchun was admitted to Tianhai Military University after serving on the surface for three years. The latter is a typical conservative soldier, but he has a daughter with fandom tendencies. Isn't it wonderful?
"Then what does your father think of this?"
"Oh~" Gu Xiuyun raised her index finger, looked back at her father who was sitting upright, leaned closer and whispered, "Hey, he doesn't know yet."
"I will keep it a secret, Xuemei Gu." Wen Pinghai said with a smile.
Gu Xiuyun curled her lips and said: "Senior Fire and Theft Prevention, I remember you are a graduate of the class of 2051, 33 years older than me."
"Then it seems that you have studied the lives of the major members of each party, my future competitors."
"It's all the members." Gu Xiuyun corrected. In the slightly surprised eyes of the majority party leader, she said proudly: "I started checking as soon as I entered school."
"The future life is terrible." Wen Pinghai sighed sincerely.
"You haven't said yet what your father thinks about this? Junior sister."
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Gu Xiuyun usually treats men with a cold face, but Wen Pinghai is not in this category. Considering that this man is likely to be the next head of government, Gu Xiuyun decided to modify his statement slightly.
"He said, 'My two sons are glorious soldiers of the Renaissance Army, and three of my four nephews are also glorious soldiers. The meaning of them defending the country is to let countless children like their sister say that they Say what they want and do what they want.”
"Your father said it well."
Gu Xiuyun rolled her eyes and said, "Don't rush to praise that dough, I haven't finished talking yet."
It seems that the classmate who made dough really dotes on her daughter, even after asking about such a nickname from decades ago. Wen Pinghai thought.
"As long as it's correct." Gu Xiuyun added.
Wen Pinghai smiled and said nothing.
"So, are you determined to enter politics?"
"Not sure yet. I am more inclined to study academics. After all, the Renaissance Army is to protect girls like me who bury their heads in books. 'I am exactly the kind of civilization they want to protect, Bertman Russell." Gu Xiuyun held up her hand. He held his cheek, showing his laziness.
Wen Pinghai carefully looked at the only daughter of the Gu family's generation. She had an older brother, Gu Xiuwen, who was about to graduate with a doctorate in literature. Wen Pinghai had seen Gu Xiuwen several times and they all said that a writer's writing should have a soul, but Wen Pinghai didn't find anything particularly outstanding in Gu Xiuwen's writing.
People say that history is interesting and warm, but it is one thing to listen to the stories and another thing to truly delve into the historical materials. However, Wen Pinghai knew that Gu Xiuyun did not seem like a woman who would give up the ancient Buddha with a green lantern.
So he decided to continue testing.
"History is about studying the traces of past people in the past world, and using this to partially speculate on the destiny of the present and future. Allow me to offend, it is a bit boring and sad."
Gu Xiuyun blinked her eyes. She would not get angry easily in front of outsiders, and retorted: "Is joining politics a matter of fate? I think it is more boring and sad. This is well-known political irrationalism."
I think she fell in. Wen Pinghai thought to himself, what could be more interesting to him than his future political opponents personally saying that entering politics was boring and pathetic?
"In politics, just like in life, intuition is more important than IQ." After a few words of debate, Wen Pinghai concluded that he no longer wanted to bully his juniors.
"Ernst Junger." Gu Xiuyun blurted out.
"Having read the works of famous writers does not mean that you really understand the ideas behind them, Miss Future Historian." Wen Pinghai was not surprised that Gu Xiuyun had read Junger's works. "We hear this sentence and our ears are ringing, but I still say that learning without thinking is in vain, and thinking without learning is dangerous. Junger is a soldier who has won the Blue Max Medal. He understands war and politics. When deciding a war, it is good to look at the problem from a broad perspective, provided you study it carefully."
Gu Xiuyun did not look thoughtful or embarrassed. On the contrary, she responded calmly: "I am not purely academic. I originally applied for the Army Armor Academy. Your dough classmate used his connections to exclude me from the re-examination. Therefore, I also have a sentence to give to you."
"Destructive souls are joyful and their only purpose is to make space."
"Who said that?"
"Walter Benjamin, in my opinion, the attributes of a philosopher are better than those of a writer."
Gu Xiuyun saw that the third executive committee member was drinking and no longer talking. She knew that the time was almost up, so she raised her glass and asked Wen Pinghai: "To the true sages."
"Respect the true sages."
Gu Xiuyun drank down the glass of fruit wine in one gulp, and while the beauty in palace clothes was pouring wine for her, she looked at the girl who was almost the same age as her.
How can we not be disappointed?
So Gu Xiuyun snatched Wen Pinghai's newly filled glass of red wine, raised her neck and drank it while the latter looked at her in astonishment. Her cheeks were as bright as apples. She turned her head, raised her chin, and said to Wen Pinghai, "You let me down. Old senior."
"I will destroy you to make room for our generation. Whether you want it or not, the world will be ours."
"Have a nice evening, Mr. ***."
After that, Gu Xiuyun glanced at the major general's father, who still maintained the same posture, with his hands on his knees, and the chandelier in his eyes was gradually dimming. She seemed to be saying to herself: "My duty has been fulfilled."
Then, the girl who was about to enter adulthood stood up and walked out of the banquet hall before the Third Executive Committee drank a glass of wine in greeting. She left before the people who decided the fate of the alliance and her fate spoke. She shuttled alone among the phantoms cast by the long tassels on the dress of a palace maid holding a silver plate.
The artificial sun turned into the moon, like mist on the purple sea. She picked a small purple pansy flower and put it on her chest, and sang softly:
"You who are silent, you obviously wrote a letter
But shyly melted in a hurry~
But it melted shyly and hastily..."
