Although Xu Changqing, who had already entered the military compound, did not know how to communicate the conversation inside the room behind him, the eyes of the staff of the communication room could see that he had doubts about the person he had changed. ∑,

This was not beyond Xu Changqing's expectations. Although he had known this technique of promoting the change of flesh and blood for a long time, he rarely used it, mainly because when the skeletal muscle changes, it would be accompanied by severe pain. What's more, with the ancient magical powers such as the transformation of flesh and blood, such as the art of flesh and blood, disguise, naturally became useless. Because this method is rarely used, the loopholes in it are naturally not compensated. As the saying goes, it is difficult to draw bones to draw skins. The change of appearance of flesh and blood can be very perfect, but the temperament cannot change accordingly. It's fine to meet unfamiliar people, but as long as you are a little familiar, such as the staff in the communication room, you can feel something wrong.

However, Xu Changqing didn't care. After all, the person he changed was extraordinary. Even if the staff in the communication room saw something wrong, they would only doubt in their hearts that it would be impossible to take further action. And by the time there was further action, Xu Changqing had already left and there would be no trouble at all.

Just after entering the courtyard, Xu Changqing followed the scent and walked to the four-story small buildings behind several office buildings in the courtyard.

There is nothing outside the compound, but in the compound, especially in the residential area, there are too many people who know the middle-aged man. If you continue to walk in the community with this appearance, you will only cause trouble. So when Xu Changqing passed by a small forest, he changed his appearance back to his original appearance.

Xu Changqing, who turned back to the same state, did not attract anyone's attention. Although some soldiers living here were inconsistent with each other and passed by him, they did not have any doubts about him. After all, the gate ahead was so strict that as long as they could pass, no one would think that there was any problem with the identity of the visitor.

Xu Changqing soon arrived in front of a small building in the middle of the courtyard. He walked into the unit on the east side, went up to the top floor, and directly knocked on the dark green iron wooden door on the side of the stairs.

"That?" A woman with a southern Hunan accent came from the door, followed by a sound of footsteps. The door slowly opened, and a middle-aged woman with a slightly fat face and short hair tilted her head, looked at Xu Changqing from behind the door, and asked, "Are you looking for that?"

"You are Lao Chen's guest, I'll find your lover." Xu Changqing also responded with a sip of Hunan Xiangyin.

Perhaps it was Xu Changqing's Hunan accent that played a role. Or perhaps it was because Xu Changqing's young appearance was too disguised and the middle-aged woman who was still waiting for a little bit of alert immediately relaxed and said, "I'm looking for Lao Chen! You're here just right, he just came back." As she said, she opened the door and let Xu Changqing into the room, saying, "Come in first, sit down, he just got off the guest, and my guest called him."

After saying that, she asked Xu Changqing to sit on a chair and gave Xu Changqing a glass of boiling water, then went to the inner room to call someone.

I heard a quiet voice coming from the inner room, followed by a calm voice and muttering in confusion: "Your fellow villager? from Hunan? That should not be from the Secretariat, but from the Chairman."

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of dressing, and the door of the inner room opened. A middle-aged man with a little messy hair and a hint of sleepiness in his eyes walked out.

This middle-aged man was stunned when he saw Xu Changqing. Although the Secretariat often followed the Prime Minister to do things, he often contacted people from the Chairman. The two were called different departments, but they actually did the same thing, so they knew each other. But he had never seen this young man sitting at home. Although he dared not say that he knew all the staff members of the Politburo, it was difficult for people to know if the person in front of him was so prominent in appearance and temperament. Obviously, this person was not a colleague working in the same unit as he had just guessed.

"Is it someone from Hongmei's hometown who wants to ask me to do something?" A speculation immediately emerged in the middle-aged man's mind, and he turned to look at his lover beside him. But what made him even more confused was that his lover did not seem to know this young man.

Just when middle-aged people were observing Xu Changqing, Xu Changqing was also observing middle-aged people. Before, because of the influence of the humanitarian power on the old man, Xu Changqing could not carefully observe this Chen family. Although the middle-aged people now have the official spirit formed by humanitarian power, their impact on Xu Changqing is nothing, so they can naturally see it clearly as a whole.

When he saw the middle-aged man, Xu Changqing felt that he was almost exactly the same as Chen Fan, but after looking at him closely, he could easily see the difference between the two. In general, Chen Fan was more scholarly. Although the person in front of him had the temperament of a literati, he was more of a soldier's spirit, and his appearance was more of a angular angel than Chen Fan, which gave people a sense of hardness.

The middle-aged man felt Xu Changqing's gaze very sharply, frowned slightly, and then asked calmly: "I am Chen Jun. Is the little comrade here to find me?"

"My name is Xu Changqing." Xu Changqing smiled faintly and said, "If you are from the Chen family, I should be here to find you."

The middle-aged man did not care about Xu Changqing's name at first, but was particularly sensitive to the words Chen family and frowned. Obviously, in his opinion, whether it was the Chen family on the other side of the shore or the Chen family who moved to Europe and the United States, it was not a happy thing to appear in front of him now.

"Mr. Xu Changqing, no matter what your purpose is for meeting me, I will..." The middle-aged man seemed not to be ready to give Xu Changqing any chance to speak. He was about to issue an order to expel him, but halfway through his words, he seemed to have stuck his throat. He did not say anything else. Instead, he looked at Xu Changqing with horror, as if he had realized something.

"Old Chen, what's wrong with you?" The middle-aged woman next to her asked anxiously when she saw her husband's face suddenly changed.

"It's okay, I'm fine!" The lover's anxious inquiry awakened the middle-aged man from his inner shock. He let out a long breath, comforted his wife, then turned to Xu Changqing, and repeatedly confirmed: "Who did you just say you were?"

"Xu Changqing." Xu Changqing responded.

"You..." The middle-aged man obviously knew what this name meant. He pointed at Xu Changqing and didn't know what to say for a moment, but the suspicion in his eyes still did not dissipate. Instead, the expression on his face became more and more confused and unbelievable, "You, wait, wait!"

The middle-aged man quickly thought of something and hurriedly turned back to the inner room. He searched for things in the room like a mess, and asked his lover: "Hongmei, where is my old vinewood box? When I cleaned up last time, you said that the things were too old, forget it, I even had a fight with you!"

It was the first time that the middle-aged woman saw her always steady husband become so chaotic. She didn't react to her inquiries for a while. She didn't come back to her senses until the second time she asked, and pointed to the wardrobe and said, "It seems that the one wrapped in red cloth on the wardrobe."

The middle-aged man quickly found a stool, stepped on it, searched for the debris on the wardrobe, and quickly took off a dusty red cloth package. He didn't care about the dust on the surface and turned the red cloth open. After seeing the rattan box under the red cloth, he smiled on his face, then wrapped the box, returned to the living room, placed it on the table beside Xu Changqing and opened it.

I saw that there were not any valuable things in the box, all of them were old small toys and textbooks, as well as some private letters.

The middle-aged man searched in the small box and found an old photo frame. Then he picked up the photo frame and looked at the photo on it. Then he looked at Xu Changqing, as if he was comparing something. In the end, the suspicion on his face disappeared, and all that was left was shock, and he couldn't help but murmur: "It's really you, it's really you!"

Xu Changqing reached out and took the photo frame to look at it. He saw a very old photo embedded under the glass. The surface was covered with old yellowish yellow. On the photo were nine young people. These young people were all wearing coats, half-shaved heads, and big braids. They were all literati from the Qing Dynasty. The person standing in the center of the nine people was Xu Changqing. If anyone who understands history could recognize the other young man standing next to Xu Changqing, Tan Sitong, and Chen Fan, who looked very similar to the middle-aged man, stood in the second place on the left.

Seeing this familiar and unfamiliar photo, Xu Changqing couldn't help but recall the past time. He still remembered that this photo was taken by Tan Sitong before he decided to go to Beijing to write a letter. At that time, Chen Zhenshan happened to get the best Western camera from the comprador of the Thirteenth Street in Guangzhou, so everyone decided to take a photo. Xu Changqing had never seen this photo before. After the photo was washed, it was taken away by Chen Fan. Unexpectedly, he would see it here after more than 70 years. At this moment, Xu Changqing seemed to go back to the time and returned to that time.

"Your father is intent. If it were placed in my hand, this photo would have been lost long ago." Xu Changqing sighed softly and put the photo back on the table. He could see that Chen Fan did keep the photo very well. Although it looked very old, the light and shadow on the photo were still very clear, especially the red sandalwood photo frames and glass, which should be specially customized.

"Are you really him, he?" Although Xu Changqing's identity has been confirmed through the same appearance and temperament in the photo, Chen Jun still asked uncertainly.

Xu Changqing did not respond positively, but asked curiously: "I'm curious about how you know me. Chen Fan has always regarded me as a charlatan and should not mention a word about me to his family."
Chapter completed!