Old Movies of the Republic of China II

Song Yinzhe was keenly aware of Qinghe's depression.

"Yes... What's wrong with Mr. Yu?" He waited outside but didn't go in.

Qing He shook her head: "Nothing."

That's what I said, but no matter how Song Yinzhe tried to make him happy this day, Qinghe could only squeeze out a forced smile, which didn't mean anything sincere.

In the evening, Song Yinzhe planned to invite him to have dinner with him at a famous restaurant, but Qinghe declined, "I have to go back early, sorry."

Song Yinzhe can only pretend to be polite and say it's okay.

When Qing He went back, Zhang Zheng was lying on the sofa in the living room with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

He walked lightly to the sofa, knelt down and pulled the blanket over.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, "Are you back?"

Qinghe nodded and said, "Why are you sleeping here? What if you catch a cold? Are you tired? Otherwise, go back upstairs and sleep for a while."

Zhang Zheng sat up and pinched his chin with one hand: "Did you enjoy playing outside, huh? You don't want to leave."

Qinghe still kept his kneeling posture, it looked as if he was kneeling in front of Zhang Zheng, he felt awkward in his heart, but he didn't dare to get up, so he put his hand on Zhang Zheng's leg and said softly: "I'll go and see I looked at the master, and he taught me a lesson, saying that I had thrown away my ability to eat. Young master, I am very sad."

He seldom talked about his feelings and thoughts with Zhang Zheng, let alone such a coquettish act, the faint anger in Zhang Zheng's heart was suppressed, he let go of his hand, patted Qing He's face, and said, "Get up."

Qing He obediently sat on his lap.

The servants in the mansion took it easy and walked away quietly,

"You don't need any ability to eat, it's enough to have a master."

Zhang Zheng rubbed his cheek affectionately, brushed his hair back, and left a kiss on his forehead.

Qinghe is a person who has almost no friends, and the one who can barely be counted is Pu Guangjun, a classmate in the language school. Song Yinzhe is very enthusiastic about him, so Qinghe has to treat him as a friend.

When he was in Fengtian, Qinghe had no money, and the only time he wanted to use the scholarship he had saved to buy a gift for Zhang Zheng was all in vain.

But here, Zhang Zheng began to realize that his little seedlings also needed money.

Song Yinzhe took Qinghe to drink coffee.

Qinghe took a sip and put down the cup: "I... I'm not used to it."

The handsome wife likes to try new things, and occasionally pulls him to drink, but in comparison, Qinghe still likes the sweet milk he drinks every night before going to bed.

Song Yinzhe talked about many interesting things when he was studying in Japan, and Qing He listened with gusto.

It's not that there are no people in the language school who study abroad. Zhang Dashuai personally asked the Minister of Education that no student should be allowed to go to school because of poverty, and that they should have no worries about going to any country to study.This year the yen appreciated. He also asked Zhang Zheng to send a telegram ordering the person in charge to allocate more funds to students studying abroad at public expense.

"What about you, what have you been doing these two years?" Song Yinzhe cleared his throat.

"Me?" Qinghe said embarrassedly: "I studied in Fengtian's language school and learned German, but I didn't graduate."

Song Yinzhe was surprised, he thought Qinghe was just wasting his time.

"By the way, I have a friend who met one of your senior brothers named Dan Lang in a dance hall. I wonder if you still remember him?"

"Dan Lang?"

How could Qinghe not remember?Only when he was 12 years old, his brother left the troupe.

Having been with the young and old for a long time, and having been to so-called karaoke and dance halls many times, Qing He knows exactly what they are for.But the elder brother's appearance is even more beautiful than that of a woman, Song Yinzhe's tone is still faintly contemptuous, Qinghe can easily guess what his senior brother does for a living now.

Even though she felt sad, Qinghe still didn't plan to see her senior brother.He can't help him, and it's better not to see each other than to meet each other and make each other uncomfortable.

But he didn't expect that there was a will in the dark, and he said goodbye to Song Yinzhe and returned to the mansion that night, and saw a rather familiar face.

In the room, the gramophone was playing debauched music, and men and women held cigarettes and alcohol in their hands, laughing and making a fuss.

Qinghe reluctantly found Zhang Zheng from the sofa who was talking to a handsome and gloomy man. Zhang Zheng accidentally saw him coming in from the outside, and waved to him, signaling him to go upstairs first.

Qinghe nodded obediently, he was out of tune with this kind of atmosphere.

Unexpectedly, he reached the corner of the stairs and pulled him over with one hand.

Qing He exclaimed, someone covered his mouth and whispered: "Qing He, don't call, it's me, Dan Lang."