The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

"Outside the number, outside the number, Suhua Company acquired Yunbaida Textile Factory, and the second young master of the Qi family has added new products—"

This year's Yunchuan City coincided with the early rainy season, and dense clouds shrouded the streets and alleys. Newsboys wearing flat hats were holding thick new magazines, as if they were announcing their own happy events, shouting the news on the front page .

Wang Luan was leaning on the railing of the Laosheng brand tea shop, fiddling with three or five silver dollars in his thin hands, and in a blink of an eye, he was thrown from the Lao Sheng brand tea house along the street with a clatter, and rolled to the ground. At the feet of the little newsboy.

The little newsboy immediately picked it up happily, and when he raised his head to ask which tea customer wanted the newspaper, he met his peach-like eyebrows and eyes, and couldn't help but forget his movements.

"Here, let's go buy Yanjin plums." Wang Luan lowered his head slightly, his messy hair covered his pale face, and against the worn gray and white gown, he looked very downcast.

The little newspaper boy stared blankly at it, as if he saw a canary bird with no feathers, and it landed on the branch mournfully.

Noticing the newsboy's gaze, Wang Luan just laughed at himself, coughed weakly, and his chest was stuffy and painful, which made him close his eyes tiredly.

Once upon a time, in the mouths of the Qincheng sons and brothers, Wang Jiulang, who was like a gourd slave when he was drunk, was said to be a peach blossom in the spring breeze, but now he has been reduced to a sick child with few days to live.

This will be trapped in this tea house, but he can still hear the quarrel between his father Wang Quanfu and Hua's mother outside the cubicle.

"20 yuan? Mommy Hua, you are joking. You have seen my eldest son's appearance. Why is it worth 20 yuan?"

"Hey, who wants to joke with you?" Mama Hua's voice was greasy and high-pitched, with a habitual smile, but the words she said were very mean: "No matter how good-looking you are, what's the point? You don't even think about it, how old is he, I'm afraid he's still sick when I hear his coughing?"

"20 yuan is worth the money. I'm afraid that if he gets tuberculosis, he will die in my garden..."

"Bah, bah, what's tuberculosis, Mama Hua, you can lower the price, but you can't talk nonsense!" Wang Quanfu immediately got anxious when he heard this, and he couldn't care less, and started arguing with Mama Hua.

Wang Luan didn't seem to care about anything, he only opened his eyes a little, leaned back and put his slender hands over the railing, hanging down seemingly powerlessly, and a few silver dollars fell from his fingers powerlessly like shattered feathers slide.

Tuberculosis?Wang Luan smiled and coughed a few times. The disease began to show up when he left Qincheng five years ago and hid in the countryside of Hedong.

But it's not so much a disease as it is...retribution.

More than half a year ago, locusts were attacked during the severe drought in Hedong. He, his father and younger brother fled into Yunchuan along with thousands of victims. Although they survived, their illnesses became more and more serious.

Originally thinking that there were still one or two years to live, unexpectedly, Wang Quanfu wanted to squeeze the last oil from him, and sold him into an alley to be a secret servant.

"... 20 yuan is 20 yuan, I want cash!" Wang Quanfu is no match for Hua's mother. After several rounds of bargaining, he didn't make any bargain, so he had to nod and agree to the price.

After they finished writing the deed, when they opened the door and came in, they were watching Wang Luan throwing two or three silver dollars downstairs.

"What are you doing!" Wang Quanfu's eyes were not bad, and Chad saw clearly what Wang Luan was holding, and rushed forward in disbelief.

But he couldn't catch up with Wang Luan's time to let go. When Kankan rushed to the railing, he happened to watch the silver dollar fall and was snatched away by the people downstairs.

Seeing his distressed appearance, Wang Luan couldn't help laughing again. The voice was coughing intermittently, but it sounded extremely harsh.

"Where did you get the silver dollars!" Wang Quanfu was almost insane, his cloudy eyes were red, he grabbed Wang Luan's arm and dragged him to the ground, who was powerless.

Wang Luan's heart and lungs were even more affected by his pulling, and he coughed and couldn't speak.But Wang Quanfu was not willing to let him go, he pinched him in front of him, and kept asking: "You scoundrel! Tell me, where did you get the silver dollars, and how many more!"

Wang Luan panted and shook his head, but his eyes did not show any weakness, but were full of sarcasm: "Ahem... Naturally, I saved it myself."

"There were still more than a dozen yuan... But I thought, since it's going to be sold to such a good place, it's useless to keep it," Wang Luan paused, as if gathering strength, Looking at Wang Quanfu with blades in his eyes, he said word by word, "So just now...all of them have been thrown out."

"Throw it all away?!" Wang Quanfu seemed to swallow Wang Luansheng alive, his chest heaved violently, and the strength in his hand was getting stronger and stronger, so frightened that Mother Hua didn't dare to come forward to persuade him to drink.

Wang Luan's hair fell messily on the side of his face, and his pale face was flushed sickly due to coughing and panting, making him look even more fragile and beautiful.

There was still no fear in his eyes, but he nodded with a smile: "Yes, I threw them all out."

These words completely enraged Wang Quanfu, staring at his red eyes, he threw the weak Wang Luan out of the way and hit the corner of the blue brick wall.

This hit almost knocked Wang Luan into a coma, and after a brief absence, there was pain everywhere in his body.Bright red blood spilled from his forehead, slowly across his pale face, and finally dripped onto the worn spring shirt.

It seems to be the bright red peach blossom on the fan of Xiangjun.

Xu Mama Hua really fell in love with Wang Luan's face, or she was afraid that this would cause death, so she bravely stepped forward and persuaded: "The surname Wang, are you still selling this person? I'm dead. But no charge."

Although Wang Quanfu was so angry that he lost his mind, he was still thinking about money. After he let out a few breaths of anger, he said fiercely, "Sell, of course!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud "bang" on the door not far away, and was kicked open from the outside.

Mother Hua was taken aback immediately, she was afraid that someone from the police station had come. Although the new government had never banned prostitution, prostitution, and business, it would never allow this man's business.

Just when she was still in shock, she saw a dozen big men in black and blue gowns rushing in aggressively.They are all tall and big, with guys on their waists.

Wang Quanfu was also stunned when he saw this, but before he had any reaction, three or five men clamped his arms tightly, gagged his mouth with a rag, and pressed him to the cold stone floor of the teahouse.

Surprised by the movement, Wang Luan regained consciousness a little, opened his blood-smeared eyes vigorously, but was facing the open door of the teahouse.

Half of the wooden door was crumbling, and the spring sun in the afternoon shone through the heavy dark clouds on a man in a navy blue thin wool coat, but it couldn't get rid of the heavy gloom around him.

Wang Luan's eyes seemed to be startled, but in an instant, he froze very quietly. He watched the man holding a slender gentleman's stick, knocking on the shadows and light dust on the blue brick step by step, Walk towards him slowly.

His blood-stained eyes made it almost impossible for him to see the man's current appearance clearly.

It's been five years, they haven't seen each other for five years—

If five years ago, someone asked Wang Luan, who was Qi Chensheng?

Wang Jiulang might lie on a bench covered with Persian velvet cushions, smile with drunken brows and eyes, and say that Qi Chensheng is the fledgling second young master of the Yunchuan Qi family, the proud son of Yingyi, and even more so. His hot and green lover.

And five years later, he couldn't say anything.

It's not that Wang Luan didn't know that Qi Chensheng no longer needs to rely on his family's name. With his extraordinary sensitivity and ruthless means, he relied on Yunchuan to vigorously develop new textiles and gained a firm foothold in the entire southeast.

His face was no longer as handsome as jade, and a deep scar ran through his gray right eye, making his whole person look gloomy and stern.Like a lone wolf in the dark night, it may tear the throat of the person in front of him at any time to drink the hot blood.

But at this moment, Qi Chensheng was standing in front of him, silently lowering his eyes, looking at Wang Luan, as if he was looking at a prey that was sure to win.

The two looked at each other silently at a very close distance. Wang Luan wanted to dodge, but a cold hand lifted his chin as if imprisoned.

Qi Chensheng leaned forward, this action brought them closer, finally Wang Luan's face was reflected in his gray right eye.

He is still so beautiful, just like every time we meet in memory, he is so beautiful that people lose their minds.

But he was so embarrassed, like a dying canary bird, even the most gorgeous feathers were inevitably stained with blood.

Qi Chensheng's laughter broke out suddenly, accompanied by the sternness that seemed to be immersed in the bones, then he took out a square scarf from the breast pocket of his coat, and lightly pressed it on Wang Luan's forehead, his words were as if ordinary pity , Even the gaze seems to have a gentle pretense.

"How did Ninth Brother make it like this...was he the one who beat him?"

Wang Luan didn't speak, but still looked at Qi Chensheng, but his body was still trembling slightly.

Qi Chensheng didn't care about his reaction, but turned his face slightly to look at Wang Quanfu who had been pressed to the ground by the big man in black green coat.

Wang Quanfu seemed to feel the piercing gaze, his mouth full of rotten grass kept whining, and his feet kicked wildly, even Huang Tang was scared out.

But the big man beside him was still holding him tightly like iron tongs, making it impossible for him to break free.

A smile also appeared in Qi Chensheng's dead gray eyes, and he let go of Wang Luan's chin instead, and pointed his forehead at the big men without distraction.

The big men immediately shouted together in a deep voice: "Understood, Second Young Master."

After finishing speaking, he dragged Wang Quanfu away like dragging a dead person.

Wang Luan's pupils trembled slightly, and Wang Quanfu seemed to feel that his death was approaching, and after struggling desperately, he spit out the rags in his mouth, and shouted at Wang Luan: "Help, help! Sinister, you killed me!" My mother is dead, do you still want to kill me! Save me quickly!"

Wang Quanfu scolded more and more badly, and Wang Luan finally closed his eyes in silence.

But the next moment, Qi Chensheng laughed again, he seemed very satisfied with Wang Luan's obedience at the moment, and then carefully wiped off the last blood on his forehead.

"Just kidding, brother Jiu, don't be afraid, I won't kill him so soon."

Hearing this, Wang Luan couldn't help opening his eyes, but he was facing Qi Chensheng's kiss, which fell on his forehead coldly.

"However, you will never have the chance to meet again."

"...Shen Sheng." Wang Luan spoke softly, and after saying two words with a somewhat hoarse voice, he didn't know what to say anymore.

But it was these two words that made Qi Chensheng hold his arm loosely, but tightened it in vain, and the imprisoned hug almost made him feel pain.

When Wang Luan heard Qi Chensheng's voice, it rang softly in his ears, like a sharp knife covered in honey, cutting open his heart.

"Ninth brother, I finally caught you."