old house bird thing

There are many paulownia in Shanghai. In spring, they are covered with new leaves, swaying with the breeze in the misty morning light, like dignified young women with charming smiles.

There are white sun chairs under the paulownia in the small garden. Sitting under the tree, eyes closed, listening to the whispers of the birds in the leaves, Xiangxiang has the leisurely feeling that he has actually reached his twilight years and retired.

A piece of clothing fell on him, and he opened his eyes to see that he was standing in front of him with a smile, wearing a black suit and a wide-brimmed hat.

"It's cold in the morning, be careful to fall asleep here." He said.

"You came back so early today." In fact, he didn't come back last night at all. He seems to be very busy recently, and his eyes are bloodshot.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he stared blankly at Xiangxiang for a long while without speaking.

Xiangxiang caressed the black windbreaker he had put on his body, lowered his head and asked, "What have you been up to lately?"

"Hmm..." He pondered, "I don't know."

Xiangxiang frowned, a little dissatisfied, and blurted out sarcastically: "Really? A busy person who doesn't know what to do?"

He smiled wryly, seeing Xiangxiang frown helplessly, squatted down and explained: "Some things are hard to say now, if you want to know, I will tell you in a few days."

Xiao Lie's figure is very tall, and now he is squatting by the seat like this, as if he is looking up, Xiang Xiang dare not look into his eyes, those eyes are too presumptuous and make people anxious.

"I...I'm going to a charity gala tonight, so I need to ask your driver to drive me." Xiang Xiang said quickly.

"A charity ball initiated by Mr. Zhongxian?"

"Yes, I'm a committee member from Guangdong, so I have to attend." Xiang Xiang secretly sighed that he was not very good at dancing.

"The ball...I have something to do today, so I can't accompany you to attend." He seemed a little annoyed, and said with a sad face: "Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't go, it's just a charity ball, just send the money, or don't go. "

Xiangxiang was taken aback when he heard this, and couldn't believe it, what did this kid say!Fortunately, Xiao Lie immediately smiled and said: "Just kidding, I'll ask the driver to take you there."

The maid hurried over and interrupted their conversation: "Master, I have your call."

Xiao Lie got up, turned around and walked towards the inner house, suddenly he stopped: "Come back early at night, don't drink too much wine, I..."

His words stopped abruptly, he just took a deep look at Xiangxiang, and then left without saying a word.

The ball was held in a big hotel. At that time, the whole country was in Chongyang, imitating others to hold dances and parties. When Xiangxiang arrived by car, the place was already brightly lit, singing and dancing were peaceful.The waiter in front of the door is first-class in red vest and black tie, imitating the British way of bowing and saluting, welcoming the guests into the hall.

As soon as you enter the main entrance, you will see a bright fluorescent crystal chandelier, the wall is covered with lavender velvet flower patterns, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows are hung with dark red curtains, the seats are large and small, and the shapes are different. Chairs, armchairs, and small round stools, several beautiful women in cheongsams sat there whispering, while some men shook their heads and discussed something in a rough voice, as if they were full of complaints.The guests in the main hall are dancing. The women's dancing posture is elegant and light, noble but not arrogant. The high-class women are obviously different from the dancers in the ballroom.

The arrival of Xiangxiang seems to have attracted the attention of many ladies. She is dressed in a decent and chic evening dress, with a straight figure, fair face, and a solemn demeanor. She is standing in a corner, staring intently at the dancing people on the dance floor.

Xiangxiang felt a little embarrassed when he noticed these gazes, blushed and hid in the corridor, thinking that it would be fine to show his face when Mr. Zhongxian was speaking.

"I don't feel well, take met other restroom, please."

"Miss, I don't understand what you're saying." A waiter said with sweat profusely, "I'm going to find someone to help right now, please let me go first."

In the dark corridor, a blond lady anxiously tugged on the waiter's sleeve and said something, but the lips of the two don't match each other, and they are anxious together.

"Excuse me. Can I help you?"

"Great, you can speak foreign language, sir, please ask this lady what's wrong." The waiter heard Xiangxiang's words, as if he had been pardoned.

The blond lady also let out a long breath, nodded towards Xiangxiang, blushed and said, "I want to find a room to have the best, Idon't feel well."

"Are you ok? Should I inform your friends?"

"Oh, Yes, thank you for your help, you are so kind."

The blond lady pulled Xiangxiang to hide beside the corridor, pointed to the distance and said: "That lady wearing the blue dress, hernameisHelenandmynameisEmma."

"OK." Xiangxiang turned to the waiter and said, "This lady is not feeling well, please take her to the lounge to rest."

"Thank you. I really appreciate your help." The foreign woman said gratefully.

"You are welcome. It's my pleasure."

The woman walked away with the waiter, and Xiangxiang found that there seemed to be something on the back of the woman's skirt, which was carefully blocked by her hand.

The friend of the foreign woman stood under the spotlight, surrounded by several young men, who were happily discussing something.

The woman's eyebrows are beautifully trimmed, slender and thick, and her face is round, with a big face and slightly triangular eyes.She is wearing a light blue high-fork cheongsam, which fully shows her slender figure and plump breasts. The cuffs and neckline are inlaid with a circle of white rice pearls. Around the department, it is very novel, and seems to be a very trendy woman.

Xiangxiang was suddenly a little confused about how to address her, because she didn't have her hair up, so it seemed that she shouldn't be called Mrs., but she didn't seem to be young, at least she wasn't a young lady in her 20s.

After hesitating for a moment, Xiangxiang stepped forward and interrupted their conversation: "Excuse me, are you Miss Helen? Your friend Miss Emma seems to be unwell. She is waiting for you in the lounge."

The woman is not very beautiful, but she has a unique charm, which is the elegance in her bones, full of enthusiasm and wisdom, which makes her exude a charm that cannot be ignored from the inside out, maybe it shouldn't be It is more appropriate to call it charm, and it is more appropriate to call it tolerance.

I saw her ponder for a moment, and asked, "Is she all right?"

Xiangxiang replied, "She's fine, but she seems to be in a little trouble."

The woman smiled and nodded to Xiangxiang, and then politely said goodbye to several men around her. She walked away lightly, with a soft and elastic rhythm in every step. Her back was like a mold, outlining the With beautiful curves from head to toe, a rose in the middle of her black hair is particularly eye-catching, as if it is a symbol of her character.

"Excuse me..." Xiangxiang asked several men around him: "Who was that lady just now? Is it the wife of any gentleman?"

A well-dressed man said: "Nonsense! No one's wife, Miss Song Meiling is still in her boudoir."

Another man also hurriedly said: "If you don't know, don't talk nonsense. You don't know Miss Meiling. You should know her sister, Song Qingling. Miss Meiling is Mr. Sun's wife and sister. She has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai."

Seeing that Xiangxiang was still in a daze, everyone felt very bored, so they ignored him and went to talk to themselves.

Xiang Xiang sat down on an armchair, the soft velvet sank, he felt himself sinking, being tightly wrapped by the chair, and felt a little more at ease.When I was blushing, I felt infinitely grateful. Fortunately, I was cautious just now, and didn't call her 'madam' when I saw that she was old, otherwise I would offend the future first lady.