Early in the morning, Chen Zikun wore his patched cotton pants to Lin's residence and saw a black sedan parked at the door. A uniformed driver was busily wiping down the car. He couldn't help but feel suspicious - who would be visiting so early in the morning?

  Entering the gatehouse, he asked Zhang Bo, "Has another guest arrived at the mansion?"

  Zhang Bo said, "It was the mistress who called for a car from the garage. From then on, the master went to the government office and the mistress strolled down the street in a car." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Chen Zikun with relish.

  Yesterday, after Lin Dabo came over, the wife suddenly became furious and complained that her husband's salary was low and he had no ability. To calm down his wife's anger, the husband had to spend money renting an expensive taxi, letting his wife experience being a fashionable person for once.

  The mansion started using cars, which meant they no longer needed the rickshaw pullers. Zhang Bohui was delighted at the misfortune of others, but Chen Zikun showed no awareness that he would soon be laid off and sat carelessly in the gatehouse, waiting for Miss.

  After a while, the master and mistress came out with the young master. The mistress was wearing a fur coat and carrying a small bag. Lin Ma followed behind, holding the young master who was dressed in new clothes. The driver hurried to open the car door and waited on them. Once they were all seated in the car, the mistress instructed: "First take the master to the government office, then go to Dong'an Market."

  The little sedan sped away, and Lin Wenjing came out with her school bag, yesterday's depression had been swept away, like a swallow, she got on Chen Zikun's rickshaw and headed in the direction of the school.

  Finally having the chance to be alone together, Chen Zikun cleared his throat and started his long-planned pickup line: "Miss, where are you from?"

  "I am from Fujian, do you know Fujian?"

  "Haven't been there, is it good?"

  "My hometown is very beautiful. When I was a child, my grandmother often took me to see the sea. The sunset with the tide rising and falling is so beautiful that it intoxicates people's hearts."

  "Fujian is so good, why did you come to Beijing?"

  "Because..." The girl's thoughts seemed to drift away, her eyes narrowing as she gazed at the flock of pigeons flying overhead, her voice dropping low. "Because Daddy wants to be an official and Mommy is gone."

  Chen Zikun felt a pang in his heart. I said, how could such a sharp-tongued and cruel wife give birth to such a beautiful and kind daughter? It turned out she was her stepmother.

  Just as he was thinking about how to comfort his daughter-in-law, Lin Wenjing's mood seemed to have cleared up again, and she asked proactively: "Uncle, where are you from?"

  "I... I don't even know where I came from, I have no idea where my parents are, I'm the only one who eats and the whole family won't go hungry." Chen Zikun ran lightly and said these words, but it made the girl's sympathy overflow.

  "Ah, miss, I've done my homework. Take a look." Chen Zikun handed over a piece of paper with one hand while leaning on the handlebar with the other. Lin Wenjing took it and saw that it was the characters she had taught him yesterday, written twenty times in neat and powerful strokes, showing obvious effort.

  "Hmm, well written, you must have attended a private school." Lin Wenjing praised.

  Having received praise from the one he admired, Chen Zikun felt delighted and his rickshaw-pulling speed increased. Suddenly, he remembered what Hu Baxian said yesterday about finding clues to his past in a forest northwest of here, so he asked Lin Wenjing for leave: "Miss, I'd like to take a day off today to attend to some personal matters."

  Lin Wenjing said: "It's okay, you can go ahead, today is the day before the winter holiday, there isn't much to do, I will head back home with Wang Yueqi."

  "Miss, you're really great." Chen Zikun thanked sincerely.

  He sent the young lady to school, Chen Zikun parked his car and set off in a northwesterly direction with a map in hand. He left Xizhimen and headed northwest, taking the flat and straight road from the city to the Summer Palace, which was paved with neat stone slabs and lined with sturdy willow trees. As there were few people going to Fragrant Hill at this time of year, the main road was empty, so Chen Zikun ran freely, his head steaming with sweat as he went, until in the distance he saw the Buddhist Incense Pavilion on Wanshoushan and knew that the Summer Palace had arrived.

  Xiangshan Biyun Temple is still west, rich and noble families in Beijing City, every festival likes to go to Biyun Temple, Sleeping Buddha Temple incense worship Buddha, so the road is still quite smooth, even if there are unfamiliar places, ask a villager, can also get enthusiastic and accurate answers.

  After a long journey, Chen Zikun finally arrived at Biyun Temple and found the monk in charge to explain the situation. Originally, he had already prepared himself that if the monk did not allow him to see Chen Yongren's body, he would take out Gu Hongming's letter and try to persuade him again. As it turned out, this old man's reputation was indeed useful in Beijing.

  However, the kind-hearted monks did not refuse his request and even without asking any questions, they brought him to a Zen room. An elderly monk took out a cloth package and said: "This is what Mr. Chen Yongren entrusted us to give to you."

  "He knew I was coming."

  The monk stroked his beard, nodded deeply and said: "Master Chen left a will before he passed away, saying that there would be a young man coming to find him. It must be you, Young Master Shi."

  Chen Zikun's hands trembled as he opened the bundle, but was greatly disappointed. Inside, there was only a round white ceramic badge with two seal characters on the front that read "Guangfu".

  "What's this thing?" Chen Zikong was stunned, picked up the certificate and asked the monk.

  The monk shook his head: "Amitabha Buddha, I don't know."

  "Did Mr. Chen Yongren leave anything else behind, such as a letter or several hundred yuan?"

  The monk smiled and said: "Chen Shi's body is placed in our temple, but the expenses have not been paid yet."

  Chen Zikong stuck out his tongue and didn't say another word.

  Holding the badge back from Biyun Temple, Chen Zikun slowed down his pace, thinking as he walked. Although the clue was broken again, at least there were some gains. He turned back to ask Hu Baxian at the entrance of Fayuan Temple.

  Xiangshan is forty miles northwest of Beijing, and wealthy families who went there would stay in the temple overnight and return the next day. Chen Zikun was worried about Lin Wenjing and rushed back and forth, but he didn't have a single penny on him. By the time he arrived at the city gate, he was so hungry that his stomach was stuck to his back. He dragged his tired feet to the North Gate, just as Xu Er came out from inside with a cart, giving himself an eerie smile.

  This kid must have done something bad, Chen Zikong ran to where he parked his rickshaw and saw that the tire had been punctured and the electric stone lamp on the car had been stolen. It was definitely Xu Er who did it. Chen Zikong immediately rushed out and chased after Xu Er for a mile before finally catching up with him, and slapped him on the head.

  Xu Er was beaten until he stumbled, his hands left the handlebars, and the rickshaw fell over, throwing Xu Dashi out.

  Chen Zikong swung his fist and hit Xu Er fiercely, causing him to roll all over the ground, crying out for his father and mother. Xu Tingguo was enraged and shouted: "How dare you beat people!"

  "I'll beat you, I'll kill you!" Chen Zikun stepped on Xu Er's foot, pulled out the electric stone lamp from his arms, and kicked him again before walking away.

  Xu Tingge's hands trembled with rage: "Under broad daylight, committing murder and assault, is there still justice in this world?!"

  Chen Zikong ignored him and returned to school, going upstairs to look around. The sky had already darkened, and the empty Red Building was devoid of Lin Wenjing's figure. Just as he was about to go downstairs, a short elderly man approached him with a pleasant expression and asked: "Comrade, the school has already started its holiday, do you have any business here?"

  "Oh, I'm looking for the young lady from our house." Chen Zikong turned around and walked away. The old man caught sight of the Kuomintang insignia pinned to his lapel and was shocked: "Please stay a moment."

  Chen Zikun stopped: "What's wrong?"

  "Where did you get this thing from?" The old man asked, pointing at the badge.

  "It was left for me by someone else, how is it, old sir, that you know this thing?"

  The old man smiled: "It's not just acquaintance, restore the Han Chinese, return my rivers and mountains, dedicate myself to the country, and retire after achieving success. The two characters 'Guangfu' on this badge were written by Zhang Binglin himself."

  Chen Zikun said: "Sounds like it's quite powerful, what exactly is that thing?"

  The old man said: "Young man, this is the emblem of the Kuomintang. What's the name of the person who gave it to you?"

  "Chen Yongren, do you know him?" Chen Zikun's heart skipped a beat. Beida (Peking University) is indeed Beida, with talented people emerging one after another. It seems that just by finding anyone, they can recognize the origin of their emblem. Looks like the mystery of his own life is about to be revealed.

  The old man shook his head: "I've never heard of this name, what's your name?"

  "My name is Chen Zikun."

  "Chen Zikun... But isn't he the new student that Gu Hongming and Liu Shipei just took in?" The old man adjusted his glasses and re-examined him.

  Chen Zikong was stared at by him and asked back: "How should I address you?"

  "Oh, I'm Cai Yuanpei, the principal here." said the old man.

  "Oh, President." Chen Zikun nodded slightly, a greeting that made Cai Yuanpei feel slightly surprised. This young man's composure was really good, and he remained so calm in front of the president of Peking University. It seemed that Gu Hongming and Liu Shipei had chosen him for a reason.

  What happened next shocked Cai Yuanpei even more. The laborer actually asked, "Principal Cai, I want to attend Peking University. How can I make my wish come true?"

  A porter unexpectedly had the ambition to attend Beida, which forced Cai Yuanpei to reevaluate this young man.

  "Peking University enrolls preparatory students in the summer. If you pass the exam, you will naturally be admitted. Our Peking University has always been open to talents from all walks of life, and even if you haven't graduated from high school, you can still take the exam." said Cai Yuanpei.

  "Thank you, I understand." Chen Zikun bowed to Cai Yuanpei and turned to go downstairs.

  "Chen Zikun... Chen Zikun... whose son would he be?" Cai Yuanpei stood at the staircase entrance, deep in thought, with faces flashing through his mind, but none of them matched this young man.

  ……

  The sky had already darkened, Chen Zikun hadn't eaten all day, his stomach was growling with hunger, and he couldn't even pull the rickshaw anymore. He abandoned it on campus and returned to the dormitory by himself.

  As soon as he entered the yard, he felt that something was wrong. The whole yard was in a mess, with everything smashed to pieces. The gate was crooked, the windows were broken, and shards of pots and pans were scattered all over the ground. Zhao Dahan and Baoqing were standing in the yard, panting, and when they saw Chen Zikun come in, they said: "Chen Dagui, you've arrived just in time! That damned Ma Lao'er brought a group of people to smash up our yard and took away Xiang'er too!"

  Chen Zikong's blood rushed straight to his head: "I'll kill him!"