After binding the system I was forced to dress in women [Quick Transmigration]

In the sixth year of the Republic of China, in early December in Shanghai, the cold rain had just stopped.

The gloomy sky seemed to be covered with a leaden gray rag, a few rays of light pierced through the dense black clouds, the water on the ground glistened, the cold wind blew past, and the gray wall reflected on the water surface cracked and cracked, and gathered again in a short while. A plaque emerged in it, with a few big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes: Baoxiang Tailor.

It was almost night now, and there was no one in the shop. The veteran tailors in the village were always self-confident, and left the shop early. At this moment, there were only a few people left. The novice apprentices were sorting the clothes in the back. There was only one young man standing by the counter, cleaning with a feather duster and a rag.

This boy was only twelve or thirteen years old, he had a handsome face, but unfortunately he was pale and thin.His skinny body was only wrapped in a single piece of clothing, with large and small patches of different colors on the inconspicuous places, and the overly long trousers were dragging on the ground. He felt uncomfortable after taking a step, so he put down the feather duster in his hand, knelt down and rolled it carefully. With the trouser legs, a pair of faded rag shoes were exposed. The edges of the shoes had been sanded, and the position of the big toe was ready to go, and it would come out of the rags just by exerting more force. The ends were shabby.

Just as the trouser legs were rolled up, the boy was about to get up when someone slapped him on the head, and a somewhat bitter voice made him frown.

"Little red guy, I've been lazy all day long, my mother's place is not Shanzhuang, and I don't raise idlers, don't you know?"

The young man slowly covered his dizzy head and looked up. A plump middle-aged woman in a cheongsam and shawl was standing in front of him. he.

Perhaps his emotionless eyes touched a nerve in the woman, and her face twisted instantly. The delicate red lips did not add beauty to her, but became angry when they opened and closed: "Yo, what eyes? Can't tell See if I don’t beat you to death!” After speaking, he stretched out his hand and wanted to hit you again, but the boy didn’t dare to hide, so he could only close his eyes and squat down without moving.

The slap did not fall, the young man was taken aback, and tilted his head slightly, a figure was coming in from outside the door. Mr. Zhao, Baoxiang's boss, was wearing an exquisite coat, and his well-made sheepskin shoes were waxed, so bright that he could almost see the young man's face. Zhang embarrassed face.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Zhao asked lightly, with a gentle face wearing silver-rimmed glasses, as if he was an elegant scholar rather than a businessman.

The woman immediately showed a [-]-point smile, and the speed of changing her face made the young man amazed, and said softly, "Confucian style, you are back."

Mr. Zhao nodded slightly, and the young man shrunk like a trapped animal with his chin. He frowned and said, "Are you embarrassing Wangting again? Didn't I say that my Zhao family and the Du family were old friends back then, and we must stay together?" If you don’t show some face, or let outsiders see it, wouldn’t it be an excuse for me, Zhao, to treat the son of an old man harshly?”

Mrs. Zhao sarcastically said disapprovingly: "Hmph, old friend? When your Zhao family was in trouble, how did you see the Du family make a move? Besides, Du's family, you know the crime of treason? And how did his sick mother look down on me back then? This little temple of mine has provided him with food for so many years, and I am so affectionate regardless of previous suspicions, he should beg Guanyin to worship Bodhisattva and thank me!" He said and stretched out his Danko-coated hand to pinch the boy hard a handful.

Mr. Zhao frowned, but didn't move: "What are you doing to mention Yuwan?"

After Mrs. Zhao heard this, the smile on her face suddenly dissipated, and she screamed: "Okay, Zhao Rufeng, don't you let me mention her? Yes, you proposed marriage to her back then, but it's a pity that people can't see her." Fuck you, that bitch, now that she's down and out, I'm afraid you want to rekindle your old relationship with her behind my back?"

Mr. Zhao: "You..."

"Enough is enough!" The young man stood up straight, his pale face was sharp, and he stared straight at the two people who were arguing in front of him as if nothing had happened, his voice was as cold as water: "Who do you say is a bitch?" people?"

The Zhao couple were suddenly frightened by his roar, but they quickly realized that Mrs. Zhao's slender willow eyebrows twisted together, "little thing, you still dare to scold me?"

"You are the one who scolded!" The young man Du Wangting raised his eyes with a sneer. His stunted growth made his body not as tall as that woman's. He straightened his back, and his handsome face was full of contempt: "Bringing my mother? Are you worthy?" ?”

Although he didn't know what happened back then, but he also heard sporadic mentions from his mother, saying that in those years, in order to make money for the country, the Zhao family accidentally offended a big man at the time, the Zhao family was confiscated, and the Du family has always been upright. His grandfather, Mr. Du, was even more patriotic. Even though China at that time was beyond recognition due to the corruption and cowardice of the rulers, he was still willing to serve the country.

Although the Zhao family made such a mistake, Du Shi despises them, but seeing the friendship over the years, under the begging of Mr. Zhao, he still gave them a soft heart, saved the lives of the Zhao family, and pointed them out. A clear way to live well.

As for Mrs. Zhao, when she was young, she used to give handkerchiefs to his mother, and then they became estranged for some reason. From his mother's few words, it can be heard that her mother seemed to care about this. Is there anything I didn't do well.

The young man sneered in his heart. Although he was only 12 years old, he had been used to the warmth and coldness of people for so many years, and his mind was far more mature than his peers. It's pity, he already knew it in his heart, and sometimes he can tell what kind of person is in front of him just by his words and deeds.

Mr. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao who are so-called "deep and affectionate" are nothing but hypocrites and jealous women.

"Wangting, how do you talk?" Mr. Zhao's voice sank, with impatience hidden in his eyes, but he still maintained a good gentleman's upbringing.

Mrs. Zhao is not so well-mannered, she was about to slap her with a slap, but she was dodged by the young man, so she put her hips on her hips unwillingly and said bitterly: "Sangmen Xing, you killed your own family, and even your own mother! If you kill me, the business of my store is not getting better day by day, and sooner or later I will be killed by you! You say I am not worthy? Then what kind of dog are you? "

These words hit the sore spot in the young man's heart. He clenched his fists and bit his lower lip tightly. There was a rustling sound not far away. Li secretly watched the flames of war here, with a playful smile on his healthy and ruddy face.

The young man closed his eyes, and the sweet smell diffused from his lips. When he opened his eyes, there was only a fragile sharpness. No matter how mature his mind was, he was still just a child.

Seeing that he was silent, Mrs. Zhao took advantage of the victory to pursue her, and her tone was full of bravado: "For so many years, you have eaten mine and used mine, even if you have a dog, you should be familiar with it. A white-eyed wolf can kill such a lowly thing." In order to eat meat, you little bastard actually took a bite back!"

The boy stubbornly straightened his back, but he couldn't get rid of the soreness in his heart. Over the years, he could only receive half of the wages of ordinary apprentices in Baoxiang Tailor, and they didn't treat him as an apprentice at all, but just treated him as a rough envoy. The handyman shouted and drank.

Over the years, the life of the mother and son has been almost entirely dependent on the mother's laundry and laundry and the kindness of a sister next door.

When he was young, he cried to his mother wrongedly, but mother only comforted him by stroking his back, saying that this is the kindness he should repay, the gift from Mr. Zhao when the Du family died and her mother was desperate. The money and objects allowed the dead souls of the Du family to be buried in a dignified place. Even if he later learned that the Zhao family took advantage of the fire to rob them, the money and objects should have belonged to the Du family.

He worked hard, beat and scolded, and endured for five years.

Now facing the woman's swearing, it's a pity that the gentleman's way that his mother taught him really didn't tell him how to swear.

It was almost dark, and the boy came out of the store. His thin clothes could not resist the cold wind, so he could only tighten his lapels tightly with both hands to prevent the wind from blowing in.

He kept walking with his head bowed, his shoes leaked, and his feet were already numb and numb from the cold. He walked very fast, and managed to reach the door of his house before dark. Smoking on the small stool at the door, he opened his clothes openly, and waved when he saw him: "A Ting, you're back."

The young man nodded and walked quickly towards home. The door of the house next door opened, and a gorgeous woman came out, with the buttons on the neckline of the cheongsam loose, approaching him, with a frivolous smile on her heavily made-up face: "Oh, little scholar, I came back early today."

The strong smell of cheap perfume on the woman's body made his nose itch a little, he slightly avoided her hand touching his face, lowered his eyes and said softly: "Sister Liu'er."

The woman named Liu'er laughed tremblingly: "Are you still shy? Xiaoshu is growing more and more handsome. Don't forget to take care of your sister Liu'er's business in the future."

She lowered her head and saw that the shoes on the boy's feet were broken, she quickly rubbed his head while he was unprepared, covered her mouth and smiled again: "Hey, Xiao Ning is growing fast, I will buy you another pair when my sister comes back .”

Sister Liu'er often helped his mother and son when they were struggling. It was ridiculous that the so-called gentleman was not as affectionate and righteous as a prostitute.

The boy was about to refuse, when there was a door slamming sound behind him, a woman came out aggressively, followed by a timid man, pointed at Liu'er and opened his mouth to scold: "Bitch on Four Horse Road, please don't Face, seduce my man while I'm not at home! You bitch with thousands of people riding on tens of thousands of pillows, my old lady doesn't even piss like you!"

Liu'er raised her eyebrows, smiled and cursed back, the two of them came and went, and they both spoke obscenities that were hard to hear. Seeing that Liu'er was arguing, the young man completely ignored him, so he Swallowing the words that came to his mouth, he hesitated for a second as he walked, whether he should learn the art of swearing here, but thinking of his mother's teaching "don't utter obscene language", he turned and walked into the house.

In fact, this is not a home at all. The room is so small that you can see every corner at a glance. Old newspapers are thickly pasted on the walls. , but it was enough to see the sick woman on the wooden bed.

"Mother?" The young man poured out a bowl of water, and half lifted the woman to feed her.

The woman became more energetic, the torment of life and illness made her lose the beauty of the past, only a trace of charm remained in the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, she raised her hand to touch the boy's face, and said softly: "You're back, are you tired?" ?”

The boy shook his head and said nothing, and rubbed against her rough and thin palm. He wanted to tell his mother that he didn't want to go to the tailor shop anymore, but he didn't dare to say it because his mother would be angry.

The woman supported the edge of the bed and wanted to get out of bed, "I cooked some porridge before, and put it in the pot to warm it up. You haven't eaten yet, so I'll serve it for you."

The boy held him down, "Mom, I'll do it myself."

He served porridge for himself, carried it to the edge of the bed and sat down, the porridge was so clear that the bottom could be seen, he drank it in small sips, the woman just sat on the bed, staring at him intently, her eyes were gentle and satisfied , faintly revealing sadness, and it seemed that he couldn't see enough, and he never left even for a moment.

"It's mother's fault. Mother has dragged you down." Tears rolled down her cheeks from the corners of her finely lined eyes.

"No, mother, you didn't drag me down..." You gave me life, you gave me everything.

"Silly boy, mother is teasing you."

The young man slowly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it out. After a while, he remembered that his mother's medicine hadn't been decocted, so he hurriedly drank the rest, "Mother, I will decoct the medicine for you."

The woman grabbed him, making too much movement, she coughed violently, the young man was anxious but gently patted her back to give her a smooth breath, after he was relieved, she gently shook her head, held his face and looked at it carefully , almost engraved him into the soul.

"Mother?" The young man was puzzled.

After a while, the woman smiled lightly, showing a coquettish smile like a little girl: "Ting'er, the medicine is too bitter. Mother has been drinking it for so many days, and her mouth is already bitter. Today is my birthday. Can you now...can you go and buy me a cake?"

The boy opened his eyes slightly. Cakes are almost a luxury for them. His mother never made such a request. He always felt a little abnormal, but he was still young and couldn't understand the meaning of the sadness in the woman's eyes at this time. What are you wearing?

He nodded without hesitation, the woman smiled even more happily, and murmured softly: "It's been many years... I haven't eaten..."

The young man went out, clutching the only scattered coins left at home, wondering if he could sell a small piece of cake, even if it was just... a very small piece.

He walked for a long time, from the dark and dilapidated alley to the street with bright street lights. The night of the Oriental Pearl Tower has just begun, and the bustling curtain of the Shili Foreign Market will begin soon. The rainbow is dazzling.

He passed them in rags, and he had to be careful not to stain their bright clothes. He shuttled on the road, looking for the pastry shop based on his memory.

The young man walked through the brightly lit shop windows, and finally found the store. His heart was filled with joy, and he smiled inadvertently. The ten-cent notes in his hand were sweating in such a cold winter.

Until he was told that he didn't have enough money to buy a cake, even if it was just a tiny slice.

The young man stood dejectedly on the street. Across the road was a nightclub. All kinds of music and dance music were so lively. Red men and green women hooked their shoulders on their backs. They couldn't see the young man's loneliness and bitterness in his eyes. Where did you come from, the little beggar, you are an eyesore!"

"Child?" Someone called himself from behind.

The young man turned his head, and the door of the pastry shop opened again. An old gentleman with a gray beard stood in the door and waved to him, smiling kindly: "I heard that you want a piece of cake, come and choose, we will reduce the price today, only Oh this day."

The boy finally bought the cake he wanted, and he held it carefully. The small piece in his palm was wrapped in a lavender paper box, and the golden ribbon was tied into a beautiful bowknot. There was also a small card on it: Happybirthday .

The sweetness of the cream overflowed through the carton, he swallowed uncontrollably, with an uncontrollable smile on his face, he was getting close, he was going home soon.

He pushed open the door with a smile on his face, "Mother..."

What answered him was a howling chill, his smile froze on his face, the cake was overturned, and the sweet cream was all over the floor, like white blood.

The woman's suspended body was slightly shaken by the wind, and her shoes were neatly put aside. They were a pair of mandarin duck embroidered shoes, which were the most decent of all her clothes. They were what she wore when she got married, and she never sold them even in the most difficult times. that pair.

The boy raised his head in disbelief, and it took a long while before he made a sound: "Mother!"

This somewhat cowardly and pedantic woman finally plucked up the courage to solve herself with a rope, ended her painful life, and wishfully unloaded the burden for her child.

She waited for him to come back, just wanting to take one last look at him, but she forgot what kind of excruciating pain it would bring the child to see such a sight.

The following days were almost numb, the young man had long forgotten how he spent his time, and Sister Liu'er did not come back, the landlady thought he was unlucky and kicked him out, so he started wandering, sleeping in dirty streets and alley corners In the saddest days, he fought with dogs for food and saw the most indifferent face in the world, but he would never cry again.

Finally survived, his bean sprout-like height began to grow, he got a job to move goods at the pier, and he moved and unloaded goods with the laborers every day, and then the foreman learned that he could read and write, so he gave him a job as an accountant , life is better than before, but he still lives in a daze, only vaguely knowing that their big boss seems to be a great person.

Until that day, gunshots rang out all over the pier, and he became a survivor among the corpses.

It was very hot that day, and the wind was scorching hot, but the bullet was cold when it penetrated his body. When he woke up, he was lying in the pile of corpses, immersed in a hidden water beach not far from the pier. The mass graves, whether it is dead people or dead animals, will be thrown here.

The water here is really stinky, there are countless rotting corpses under his body, the sticky corpse mud is stirred in the water, seeping in from his eyes, ears, nose and throat, and the greasy carrion sticks to his hands, it seems that he can feel the wriggling The maggots are so dirty, how can there be such a dirty place in the world?

Die, this world is too bitter, there will be no more pain after death.

No, no, he doesn't want to die, don't sink here and turn into a puddle of mud.

He struggled like a trapped animal, wanting to shout, but when he opened his mouth, he would inhale the rotten water. He closed his mouth tightly, panting like a cow, and grabbed the corpse under him vigorously, slowly crawling to the bank, one inch, two Inch... the wound on his body was soaked white and swollen, he was sweating profusely from the pain, his head felt dizzy, and finally climbed onto the shore.

The strength has been exhausted, I can't move, do I still want to die here?He smiled weakly, at least he wouldn't soak in such a dirty place, mixed with mud and maggots.

At the moment when his consciousness was about to dissipate, countless footsteps came in a hurry, and he heard a voice "ah" in surprise, "Are there still alive?"

He wanted to raise his head, but he didn't have the strength. Someone walked up to him, knelt down and asked him, "What's your name?"

In the end, he stubbornly exhausted his last bit of strength and glanced sideways at the man, slamming every word: "Du, Wang, Ting..."

The man seemed to raise his eyebrows: "Du? It's still my family..."

So far, the trajectory of fate has gone to another extreme.

The orphan Du Wangting became the powerful man of the big man, and later became the adopted son of the big man. From then on, the turmoil in Shanghai was all because of him, and the prosperity and prosperity were all surpassed by him. A real gentleman doesn't live long. He was reborn from the mountain of corpses, covered in blood, and dragged people into the sea of ​​blood one after another.

Life became intense after being soaked in blood, but when he was young, he was covered with scars. Afterwards, the intensity gradually receded, and life became a cracked and barren wasteland, with no expectations and no fun. He always felt that there was a piece missing in his heart, but There is no way to fill it.

But one day, standing on the viewing platform on the second floor of Xinghong Casino, he saw the man who was shaking the dice cup and beaming with joy. Something uncontrollable burst in his soul, and he yelled frantically: "Find it!" Yes! That's what I'm looking for!"

Stay safe.

The author has something to say: Sorry everyone, I am late, I am very, very sorry!

In the past month, three yuan has indeed encountered some things. At first, I couldn’t code, and then I didn’t know how to code at all. It’s a vicious circle... I’m sorry for making everyone wait so long orz.

This episode is the story of Boss Du when he was a child. Emmm, I’m aggrieved. I don’t know why I wrote it like this... He grew from a child who had nothing and was bullied to a big boss who called the wind and rain. Suffering is inevitable, but I The writing power is only a little bit (compared to fingernails), let's make do with it (ashamed).