[Republic of China GL] Dependence

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In the winter of 1935, Shanghai.

Wen Yueying often feels that her fate is not good, but it is finally hard.Those who survive a catastrophe must have future blessings.

She was born in the family's concubine, a daughter, and she is not well-behaved and pleasing. In the words of the eldest wife: "It looks like her naughty mother." In fact, in all fairness, she is really good-looking. , the skin is as white as a pear blossom in spring.But what's the use of this, the eldest wife hated her mother and said she was ugly, so the Wen family all agreed with one voice that she was ugly. At the age of 13, she began to develop, and she became taller, and she was more and more like a mold carved out of her own mother. The patience of the eldest wife reached the limit, and finally stuffed a sum of money in the autumn of the next year. He caught her on the train and sent her to Peking to study at a girls' middle school.

After studying in middle school for two years, a letter came from my family saying that the surrounding areas of my hometown were raided by the Japanese, and finally I still wanted to have a daughter outside, and asked her to go home and take refuge together.She bought a train ticket to go home, but met an acquaintance at the station, and learned that her family had gone south a year ago, and the letter from home was sent to her after more than a year.

When Wen Yueying looked at the posthumous letter home, and then at the bus ticket that cost her most of the cash, she didn't know where she was going next, and she even felt a little desperate.

But it's too easy to think about despair now, she was still too young at that time, what did she know at the age of 16, she was just an inexperienced child.

Another three years had passed, and now she stepped out of the rickshaw in her slender high-heeled shoes, waved her hand lightly, and Lu Ping, who was behind her, silently stepped forward to reward the driver with a piece of ocean.She raised her head and looked at the Paramount in front of her. Unlike in the night, it was still quiet here, like a dormant beast.

She pouted, pushed the door and walked in.

Wen Yueying has recently begun to think about her life's major events. It is said that she is now popular in Shanghai, and it is time to make a lot of money in order to catch up with her youth.Few courtesans at this age are willing to marry. If you marry high, you will suffer a loss in your status. If you marry low, you will feel poor and shameful. But she thinks that she is different from those Yingyans who don't know a single word. Can see reality clearly.What do money and status count for in this era? She thought of the eldest wife, the Wen family has one of the best financial resources in the local area, and the eldest wife is the most prestigious one in the whole family, so what? With his tail, he escaped from the old house that lasted for three generations.If you want her to say that there is no gun in this world, it is nothing.

So the most important thing for her now is to choose a son-in-law who has power in the army and is willing to love her. Character and family background are all secondary.As for how to live in peace, she never thought about it, she always had to survive first, and then talk about peace.

After entering the door, she took off her coat and threw it away. There was already a waiter on the sidelines. She turned her head and took a look, and recognized Anan. He was a newcomer in the past few months. One by one came and one by one went, how could she name them all.

Anan's big eyes looked at her brightly, she felt amused in her heart, pulled out a banknote from her waist and threw it to him: "Here, smart ghost, here it is for you."

Anan took the money and took the opportunity to touch her hand: "Thank you Miss Wen for the reward!"

The tone of his thanks was quite pleasant, so Wen Yueying couldn't get angry, she just poohed him with a half-smile: "Young age doesn't have any rules in your hands, go do your work." After finishing speaking, she closed the door The small door of the dressing room, the smile on his face faded in an instant.

With a "snap", she threw her handbag to the side of the dressing table, sat down and looked at her face carefully in the big diorama over there, then picked up the rouge and gouache on the side, and began to draw carefully.

When Xu Jingwen's screams sounded, Wen Yueying was concentrating on drawing her eyebrows. She was startled by the sudden sound, and the eyebrows in her hand went astray, and a brisk arc appeared on her face: "Outside Why are you arguing?" She frowned, and directed Lu Ping without looking back, "Go out and have a look."

Lu Ping didn't move, but bent the corners of her mouth with a half-smile: "Miss, don't you know, it's Manager Xu who is educating the disobedient girl again, it's a newcomer, it always happens like that."

Wen Yueying then raised her hand and wiped her crooked eyebrows, stood up and walked out. Lu Ping was right, newcomers always have such a experience, and she is not a bodhisattva, but Manager Xu recently went on to A few small sums of money were made at the gaming table, and they were very rampant, and a few times they even seemed to show her face. She wanted to take advantage of this fire to shake off the old man's prestige.

"I'm talking about Manager Xu," Wen Yueying pushed open the small door of the dressing room. Teeth itching: "What is it like to be roaring and screaming in broad daylight? If people listen to it and don't know it, they will think that we are in trouble at Paramount..."

She didn't say a ghost word, but she was stunned for a moment. She saw Manager Xu standing in the corridor angrily, his chubby face was flushed red, and he was holding a very frugal dance skirt in one hand. , dragging a thin girl in the other hand, that girl was wearing coarse clothes, probably because she refused to wear a costume, a large piece of her shoulder was torn off, but she still held her hand hard, Her shoulder-length short hair was also struggling to be disheveled, and the fair baby's face was full of tears.

Wen Yueying stared straight at the girl in front of her, and she reunited with Xu Jingwen here three years later. She couldn't figure out the ins and outs, but felt that life was like a dream.

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