Wangxiang Terrace

As a woman, Song Changan is naturally not exempt from customs. Before the New Year, she likes to buy new clothes, change her hairstyle, and go shopping.

Especially in this era when Chinese and Western cultural exchanges and collisions are very fierce, many techniques and styles have become intangible cultural heritage or things in the memory of the older generation in modern times.

Song Chang'an followed the psychology of experience and learning to sweep department stores and various street shops with historical deposits.

After completing all the procedures, Song Changan has taken on a new look. The most popular at the moment is the long curly hair and the Shanghai-style cheongsam embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns. No one will associate this gentle and beautiful woman with the director of the No. 76 Interrogation Division.

Song Changan passed Fuxi Road when he returned to No. 76 in a rickshaw. On that street, Song Changan saw two very familiar faces.

"parking"

"Miss hasn't arrived yet"

"I won't give you less money. If you want to wait here, I can."

Song Changan got out of the car and watched from afar as the two people in front entered a shop by the side of the road.I looked at my watch, and it took 10 minutes to pass.

Song Chang'an looked up at the plaque above "PHOTOGRAPH STUDIO". The straightforward name is a photo studio, and Song Chang'an clicked his tongue for this taste.

Song Changan pushed the door open and entered, the wind chimes hanging on the door jingled.

"Hello! Welcome!" The man's brisk tone and enthusiastic attitude surprised Song Changan. Would a spy be so relaxed?

The man was wearing overalls and a flat cap. He looked like a photographer. The smile on his face froze the moment he saw Song Changan.

"Hello." Song Changan smiled and stretched out his hand. The man stretched out his hand and shook Song Changan unnaturally.

"Miss is here..."

"Do you think I look good today?" Song Changan spread his hands and spun around in front of him.

"nice."

"Since it looks good, can't I take a photo to record my beauty?" Song Changan had already walked to the front of the background paper while speaking, and waved to the man.

Although the man was surprised, he still completed the task of taking pictures of Song Chang. It has to be said that Song Changan's looking eyes and lively limbs are the best set of photos he has taken.

When paying the money at the front desk, Song Changan looked at the decoration intentionally or unintentionally, and asked casually, "Mr. Guo is so skilled, usually there are quite a lot of customers, right?" Song Changan wanted to bite his tongue off just after he finished speaking. .

Guo Qiyun was shocked, how could he not recognize the woman in front of him, before they came to Shanghai, they had memorized the files of famous people in No. 76 by heart.It's just that they all used pseudonyms on this trip, how could this woman know.

"My surname is Zhang. I'm afraid the lady has misunderstood the name. The store only opened for two or three people a day. It's really not a good business." Guo Qiyun smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head with his hand.

Song Changan also smiled apologetically, "Sir, you are self-effacing. Your store will definitely be crowded. It's just that the climate in Shanghai is humid, Mr. Be careful, if you accidentally come in, some poisonous bees, scorpions, black spiders or something will scare the customers." It won't be good." Song Changan hugged that since he had slipped his mouth, it would be better to use a strong medicine to make them restrain themselves.

Guo Qiyun's hand trembling when receiving the money, a few silver dollars fell on the bar counter and rolled to the ground, the sound of tinkling was very clear in the room.

"What's the matter?" A charming female voice came from upstairs. Song Changan raised his eyes and saw a slim and attractive woman leaning on the railing with a red wine glass in one hand and looking at them.

Perhaps Song Changan's eyes were too eager, as if everything was clear to his chest, the woman was a little at a loss, and the panic on her face didn't need to be analyzed at all.

Guo Qiyun reacted first and shouted to the woman, "Who told you to come out! Didn't you see my work! Don't go back!"

Song Changan withdrew his gaze from staring at the woman, and looked at Guo Qiyun, "Girlfriend?" Song Changan helped pick up the money on the ground and handed it over again, "Let her be careful, Shanghai is very chaotic!"

Song Changan's words reminded Guo Qiyun again, seeing that the silver dollar was about to fall again, he stretched out a hand to catch the money.

Song Chang'an took a look at the man. He was tall and slender, with a strong body and quick movements. He was wearing an expensive suit and a custom-made top hat. He looked like a polite gentleman.

"It seems that Mr. has a new guest, so I won't bother you any more. I will send someone to get the photos."

After leaving the photo studio, Song Changan was relieved to see a rickshaw waiting not far away. It was already dark, and it was really hard to hail a taxi in this place.

"Thank you for waiting for me for so long, I will add more money."

"What did the lady say, I will send the lady to the place after I collect the money. Get in the car!"

"Go to Song Mansion."

Song Chang'an, who was sitting in the rickshaw, was agitated for a while. He didn't expect that there would be an unexpected harvest during his trip, which made her meet all three members of the military command Shanghai station operation team.

Song Changan touched his chin and lowered his eyebrows, thinking in his heart, "Although Mingtai is a noble son, he is cunning and alert. He has been trained under Wang Tianfeng's hands, and his ability is naturally first-rate, but he is too affectionate and impatient. Today, he is exposed. own."

"Guo Qiyun is seasoned and experienced, but he still makes mistakes under the stimulation of his own words. Obviously, he is not patient enough to resist pressure."

"As for Yu Manli," Song Changan sneered, "a typical soldier has basically zero camouflage ability in front of the enemy..."

"Miss is here!" The coachman's sudden reminder interrupted Song Changan's thoughts. After getting off the car, Song Changan took out two more silver dollars from his pocket.

"Take it, I kept you waiting for so long today."

The coachman was a native of Shanghai, and he was caught off guard by speaking pure Shanghai dialect, "Hey! Nong Di wah, do you like it? You take the money back."

"Brother, it's almost Chinese New Year! Go back and have a good New Year!" Song Changan turned and entered the Song Mansion after leaving such a sentence.

The coachman was stunned for a few seconds with the money, and shouted loudly from behind, "Miss, Happy New Year!"

Song Changan felt a little tearful. In a strange world, a sincere blessing from a stranger turned out to be so touching.