Tang Qianyan

From the spring of 1915 to the autumn of 1920, six years passed.

Times have changed, and the world has been turned upside down.

The division of the warlords, the erosion of Japanese power, the spark of communism prairie fire... With this era of change as the background, you will sing and I will take the stage, clamoring and clamoring.

It is the ninth year of the Republic of China.

Zhao Yuhua opened the cotton curtain, and when he walked in, he felt the chill of the autumn wind. This year's chill seemed to come very early.

Someone in the room raised their eyes, their eyes were as deep as water, and the arc of the corner of the mouth was almost invisible: "Yuhua."

"Qianyan, have you seen the news in the newspaper?" Zhao Yuhua handed over a stack of newspapers, and hastily opened a page.

It was a very small section, and it was written about the news that Yuan Kuifan, the former guard envoy, was arrested for arms smuggling.

Tang Qianyan just glanced at it and then looked away: "It has nothing to do with me."

Zhao Yuhua was choked up for a moment, so he had no choice but to put away the newspaper and asked, "Are you going to the theatrical troupe today?"

"Go." Tang Qianyan said.

Since that day six years ago, Tang Qianyan has not sung on stage again. Zhao Yuhua couldn't see his depravity, and strongly invited Tang Qianyan to the troupe to teach newcomers.

Due to the need to make a living, Tang Qianyan did not refuse, but still seemed to ignore it.

In the past few years, he has gotten better. Although his body is weak, he has become more energetic. Zhao Yuhua sighed in his heart again, it's good to be stable like this.

"Several groups of people have been pulled down in the past few days, it seems that the high-level staff has been changed once." Zhao Yuhua knew that Tang Qianyan would not care, so he just said to himself: "It is said that there is a very young major who may make up the guard. Make the location..."

"The name is weird," Zhao Yuhua chattered, "It's called Bai Wusheng, hey, I have to send out several gifts these days."

Tang Qianyan sipped her tea, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

Bai Wusheng took off his white gloves and trench coat to the adjutant, buried himself in the sofa, and closed his eyes to rest.

Adjutant Xiao Wei packed up his major's windbreaker and hung it on the hanger with a sad face. He is an adjutant, not an old lady.

Xiao Wei hung up his clothes and turned around, seeing the rare look of tiredness on Bai Wusheng's face, he couldn't help but think that his major is really busy these days, obviously he is not much older than himself, but his methods are so vigorous.

It was almost by one person's strength that he swept down several high-ranking officials!Thinking of this, Xiao Wei felt complacent, since he was his own major after all.

"Major, tell me, can you choose the position of the guard envoy?" Xiao Wei asked.

"No, my qualifications are too low." Bai Wusheng didn't even open his eyes, and after hearing Xiao Wei's regretful voice, he said, "But no one dares to compete with me."

No one dared.Bai Wusheng is certain, four years of studying in Japan, one year of interpersonal relationship management, his current backstage is not just as simple as the Bai family.

The Japanese believed him, and the Bai family supported him, one was political support, the other was economic support, and he handled it with ease.

What's more, he is good at collecting information. He organizes and links information that others think is useless, turning information into a weapon for killing people.

Yuan Kuifan was ready to die, Bai Wusheng slowly opened his eyes, he was going to cut off his tongue, gouged out his eyes, cut off his hands and feet, and threw his body into the wild.

Bai Wusheng spread out his hands, the warmth of blood remained on his fingertips.

It's good to be alive, he thought.

"Major," Xiao Wei called him, "There are several groups of people who want to meet with you, can you see them?"

"The invitation card, let me take a look." Bai Wusheng said.

Xiao Wei handed over a large stack of invitations, and Bai Wusheng quickly scanned them one by one before his eyes, separating them into three stacks.

Xiao Wei had been with Bai Wusheng for a year anyway, so he naturally knew what he meant.

The third stack of invitations can be discarded directly. The first stack is an important matter, and the schedule must be arranged, while the second stack is less important, and the schedule depends on the situation.

Xiao Wei waited for a while, intending to wait for Bai Wusheng to arrange the schedule after he was settled, but found that his major held the last invitation card and pursed his lips for a while and remained silent.

Xiao Wei was a little surprised, he rarely saw his major hesitating, so he couldn't help but leaned forward to look at the invitation.

The invitation was stamped by the chief of the police station. As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake. Although the chief's position is not high, he is indeed a local snake.

But there is no need to hesitate!Xiao Wei was puzzled, the local snake was just a snake after all, crawling on the ground, coveting the sky, if this invitation was thrown away by the major, Xiao Wei would think it was normal.

But Bai Wusheng put it into the first stack, his movements were light and fast, as if he was afraid that he would regret it.

Xiao Wei picked up the two stacks of invitations, and carefully looked at the last invitation.

"Wen Bai Wusheng, major, is elegant, and sincerely invites the major to go to the Chengyin Theater to listen to an opera..."

Bai Wusheng got off the car at the entrance of the alley, and walked to the gate of Bai's house with Xiao Wei. Bai Lao really treated him sincerely, he was not unappreciative.

A maidservant opened the door to welcome him, and when he saw Bai Wusheng, he yelled inside: "Master Wusheng is back."

Immediately someone came to lead the way to the entrance of the hall, and Linghan came out to meet him again, and carried out all the rules in an orderly manner, this is what everyone does.

Ling Han had many scars on his face, from the corners of his eyes to his cheeks, looking a little scary, Bai Wusheng also asked who did it, Ling Han only vaguely answered that he was the enemy of the Bai family.

It is true that the Bai family has made too many enemies, which is related to Bai Lao's way of handling things, which is too headstrong.Therefore, Bai Lao will be afraid of the decline of the Bai family, so Bai Lao will use the power of the whole family to cultivate Bai Wusheng.

"Where's Bai Lao?" Bai Wusheng asked.

Ling Han looked at Bai Wusheng, wondering whether Wusheng's stature was a little taller, and replied: "I'm resting, come with me."

Bai Wusheng ordered Xiao Wei to wait in the hall, and went to the wing with Ling Han alone.

"Is Bai Lao's health better?" Bai Wusheng asked, "Do you need me to get some western medicine?"

"Young master has a heart." Linghan said, leading Bai Wusheng to a room and said: "I will wait outside the door."

Bai Wusheng opened the door and went in. There was no light in the room, the light was dim, and there was the sound of the old man's heavy breathing.

Bai Lao was lying on the bed, a maid saluted Bai Wusheng and retreated.

"Is it Wusheng?" Bai Lao opened his eyes and said slowly.

"Yes." Bai Wusheng replied respectfully.

"Okay, okay..." Old Bai sighed a few times.

Bai Wusheng looked at the elderly man on the bed with mixed feelings. He remembered that when he first met, the all-powerful old man said to him in a haughty manner: I can help you avenge...

In six years, there are indeed too many things that can be wasted.

Bai Lao said a few words to Bai Wusheng again, Bai Wusheng was afraid that he would be tired, so he took his leave.

The autumn wind was blowing outside the house, and Linghan was waiting outside, seeing him coming out, he called out: "Master..."

"You don't have to call me Young Master." Bai Wusheng rubbed his forehead: "Do you have any cigarettes?"

"Yes." Ling Han handed over a red tin treasure and helped Bai Wusheng light a cigarette by the way.

After taking a puff, Bai Wusheng held the cigarette between his slender fingers and let it burn to ashes with the wind.

"How's the Bai family doing?" Bai Wusheng asked.

"Okay, it's been more peaceful recently." Linghan and Bai Wusheng walked side by side: "With the protection of the bureaucrats and your superior position, the business has gone smoothly."

Bai Wusheng nodded, he is not the only male in the Bai family, no matter how many people in the Bai family, they are just good at business or interested in literature, no one can take the position of influence.

So there is Bai Wusheng.

"Are you still in charge of the accounts of the Bai family?" Bai Wusheng asked, with a cigarette wrapped around his finger.

"It's the young master." Linghan said calmly: "I'm just helping."

"Heh." Bai Wusheng hooked his lips: "You are loyal, are you going to be tied to the Bai family for the rest of your life? You can't even care about marrying a wife and having children?"

"I don't need it." Linghan said, squinting at Bai Wusheng: "But you, haven't you ever been in love with anyone?"

Emotional... Bai Wusheng breathed out the smoke from his lungs in the autumn's silence, watching the white smoke blow away with the wind, the lines of his profile were almost perfect, and the broken hair on his forehead left a shadow on his eyes: "I have moved, but that was a matter of my previous life."

Ling Han couldn't help asking: "The revenge has been avenged, so you really, really don't want everything from the past?"

It has been two years since Bai Wusheng returned from Japan, but he has never even met Li Shaoyan. He didn't deliberately avoid it, but he was indifferent, as if everything in the past had never happened, and he treated those old people as strangers.

Bai Wusheng threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, put on white gloves, and just said: "I should go back."

"No need to send it away." Bai Wusheng motioned to Linghan, and went to find Xiao Wei alone.

"Major!" Xiao Wei gave a military salute and followed Bai Wusheng out of the gate of the Bai family.

"What's the arrangement tomorrow?" Bai Wusheng asked.

"Tomorrow," Xiao Wei took out a small thread-bound book, "I have an appointment with Cai Qiang, chief of the police station, to Chengyin Theater..."

The author has something to say:

Shun Ming (Bai Wusheng) was born in the year of Ding You as mentioned above, that is, in 1987, he was 19 years old in the fourth year of the Republic of China, and 25 years old six years later.Qianyan is one year younger than him.

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