Beiyang Secrets

In the early spring morning of 1915, it was suddenly warm but then cold. The sky is still gray, and the sun is like a man who has just woken up from sleep and has not yet fully opened his eyes, feebly waking up and taking a nap. The light is dim, and the mountains, rivers and land are dark. At the entrance of Tongzhou Railway Station, a brand-new Oriental rickshaw parked on the side of the road. The driver ran to a stall near the workshop to eat flatbread and fried dough sticks. Feng Mingqi, who was wearing a satin white fox fur coat and a Wolong mandarin jacket, looked at the station and sang the passage from "Li Ling Monument" in a cadence and full of emotion: "Sigh for the Yang family's loyalty to the Song Dynasty to help protect the country." As the throat of the capital, Tongzhou has never lacked figures and heroes. Compared with them, the twenty-four-year-old Feng Mingqi was neither the richest nor the most handsome. But in the urban and rural areas of Tongzhou, I rode in a foreign car, dressed neatly in a big fur robe, and went to the train station entrance to sing and scold the streets for more than ten years. But in Tongzhou City, there are two Fengqiwu and Fengming Qiye, and this family alone has no semicolon.