The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

"Boom—" Rolling muffled thunder roared in the night sky, and the occasional flashes of lightning could not cut through the deepest darkness.

In Huayuan Street, in a small two-story western-style building, a few thin cracks climbed up the glass window without a sound, and opened ominous scars on the face of the painted Virgin.

The white curtains seem to be covered by ghosts, amidst the sudden sound of rain, floating... floating...

Dr. Andres came from the darkness, and with bloody hands, he opened the phonograph in the corner, and the distorted and piercing music sounded, reverberating throughout the room.

"Gespenstischgro–druterhinab

Durchschmerzensdunkle Nacht"

The moonlight floats like a ghost, passing through the dark night[1]

He laughed, and hummed along with the phonograph, with his hands in the air, as if embracing a lady's slender waist, and danced indulgently.

More blood dripped from his hands, fell on the smooth floor, and was kicked away by his expensive leather shoes, messily painted as countless grudges.

"Pierrotirrtohne Rastumher

UndstarrtemporinTodesngsten"

Piero wanders, staring in fear of death[1]

Another flash of lightning flashed across the night sky, and the gloomy light suddenly illuminated Andres' face, and the skin and flesh flowed down like water in an instant, and in a blink of an eye, only half of the skeleton remained——

"essausestrafendschon"

Punishment has come[1]

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Wang Luan felt that his mouth was extremely thirsty, but his body seemed to be trapped in the mud, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

When he finally opened his eyes abruptly, he found that the cold sweat on his body had soaked through the silk nightgown, and a ray of morning sunlight was falling gently on the pillow through the drawn dark green curtains.

It was already the morning of the second day, and Wang Luan slowly sat up from the bed, but then the sudden pain in his chest caused him to cough violently, and a little bit of sweet smell rushed into his throat.

It was blood, dark red blood stains seeped into the velvet blanket on his body, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Wang Luan was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to react.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door from the outside, and then a very clear young voice came: "Mr. Wang, are you awake?"

"Yes, who are you?" Wang Luan reluctantly opened his mouth, but his voice was extremely dry and hoarse. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a glass placed beside the bed, and when he took it, he realized that the water in it was actually warm.

Someone left it specially for him not long ago.

Wang Luan lowered his eyes, and before he could think about it, the door was pushed open, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy came in with his head.His skin was very tanned, but his teeth were extremely white when he smiled. After seeing Wang Luan, he scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "My name is Feng Shan, and I am the person who serves the second young master. The second young master is leaving this morning." Before, order me to guard you."

"I heard movement in your room. I looked at you and you must be awake, so I came to ask Mr. Wang if he needs to wash up?"

Wang Luan couldn't help being stunned when he saw this young man, and wanted to ask Qi Chensheng where he was going, but when the words came to his lips, it became:

"Then trouble you, help me get a basin of hot water."

After hearing this, the young Qi Fengshan responded straightforwardly: "Okay, the second young master has made arrangements for you before leaving."

After finishing speaking, before Wang Luan could ask anything, Feng Shan turned sideways, and then four or five servants rushed in one after another.

He hit the first one, holding a copper basin in his hand, and the heat of the warm water engulfed the rose relief on the edge of his hand.Those who followed were also carrying flowered porcelain plates, inside which were soft-bristled toothbrushes, white jade toothpaste and other utensils, all according to his habits in Qincheng.

Wang Luan couldn't help being a little dazed, Fengshan rushed forward when he saw this, took the copper basin from one of them, put it on the small table in front of Wang Luan, and then took another piece of unopened soap thoughtfully , a few times to tear apart the floral paper printed in French on the outside, and Wang Luan was almost rubbing the foam.

When Wang Luan was in Qincheng before, although Qi Chensheng also sent many people to serve him, such "enthusiastic" people were rare, which made him a little uncomfortable for a while.

Looking at Wang Luan's reaction, Feng Shan's eyes rolled.He had already heard about what the Second Young Master did at the Laosheng Pai Tea House yesterday, and he forcibly figured out a scene where the Second Young Master raped the men of the people.

He only thought that it was Qi Chensheng who fell in love with the beauty in front of him, but the beauty refused to follow her life and death, so she was locked in this bedroom.From the heart, Fengshan actually didn't agree with the second young master's reckless behavior, but he had no choice but to focus on his master's family since he was a child, and his second young master was the one he admired the most in his life.

After much deliberation, he decided to say something nice for the second young master in front of this beauty first, and it might work out.

"Mr. Wang, you don't know that the second young master has taken great care of you."

"Before he goes out today, he wants us to prepare hot water and bring it in when you wake up."

"This soap was sent by the French last month. They said it was mixed with high-quality sandalwood oil. It is very rare. After hearing about it, the second young master asked us to put it all away. Even Miss Six of my family wanted to ask for a piece of it He didn't even give it something fresh. But as soon as you came, the second young master asked me to find it."

"And your clothes, the second young master personally selected the best silk material in the factory last night, and sent them to our famous tailor Feng in Yunchuanding, added a dozen silver dollars, and insisted on cutting them for you overnight Seven or eight pieces of spring shirts came out, and they were sent over early in the morning."

At first, Fengshan said it with a sense of racking his brains, but thinking of the "shocking actions" that the second young master had seen in their eyes last night and this morning, he became more and more enthusiastic.

Unbeknownst to him, he had completely sold out Qi Chensheng who was still in front of Wang Luan, pretending to be indifferent.

Listening to Feng Shan's words, Wang Luan became more and more silent. He really didn't know what position he would take to face Qi Chensheng now.

He even hoped that Qi Chensheng would really torture and revenge him, but it was not the case.

Feng Shan's eloquent voice suddenly stopped, Wang Luan raised his head as if feeling something, and saw Qi Chensheng walking in from the small door last night with a dark face.

Although Qi Chensheng didn't say a word, when Feng Shan saw his second young master's face clearly, he immediately shrank back to the corner in fright.

Wang Luan didn't expect to see Qi Chensheng again so soon, he didn't realize it until Qi Chensheng approached, and moved his lips and said, "Morning, Chen Sheng."

Qi Chensheng didn't make a sound, but with just a wink, Feng Shan greeted the servants in the room and hurriedly retreated.There were many people standing in the bedroom, but after a while it became empty, only the two of them were left.

Wang Luan lowered his eyes, and when his thoughts turned, he forced himself to talk to Qi Chensheng like he did five years ago: "You...you went to the factory this morning, I heard—"

But before he finished speaking, under Qi Chensheng's gaze, he slowly lowered his voice.

Qi Chensheng still didn't speak, just wet a soft white towel in a basin filled with warm water, and then scrubbed Wang Luan's face.

His complexion was extremely cold, and the scar on his right eye was even more abrupt under the sun. Wang Luan didn't dare to raise any objections, and obediently let Qi Chensheng wash him up, and then carried him to the dressing table, combing his hair .

Wang Luan raised his eyes and looked at the reflections of the two in the mirror in front of him.

Such a scene was once so common to him.When he was in Qincheng five years ago, he didn't pay any attention to the new government's hair-cutting order, and he didn't wear the long braids of the Qing Dynasty, but only had long black hair.

Qi Chensheng liked him very much, sometimes even if he was too busy to stay by his side at night, he would come over early the next day and pester him to comb his hair.

At that time, Qi Chensheng was like the warm sun in spring, shining in his heart, bright and light all the time.

It's a pity that it was still destroyed by him after all.

At some point, Qi Chensheng also looked at him through the mirror, then slowly moved closer, closed his gloomy eyes, and deeply sniffed Wang Luan's short hair.

"Brother Jiu's taste is still the same as before, as if nothing has changed."

He finally opened his mouth, said the first sentence of the day, and then seemed to be a little regretful, playing with Wang Luan's hair: "It's a pity that it was cut short."

"It's short." Wang Luan looked away from the mirror, turned slightly to look at the real Qi Chensheng, and smiled absent-mindedly: "It's different from before."

After speaking, he felt a tight pain in his chest, subconsciously covered his mouth, and coughed again, which he had suppressed for a long time, until his eyes turned black, and his mouth tasted fishy sweet again.

Wang Luan secretly thought that it was not good, but he did not dare to let go of his hand after recovering, and wanted to cover up when Qi Chensheng was not paying attention, but the two were so close, how could they escape.

Qi Chensheng quickly noticed his strangeness, and pulled Wang Luan's hand covering his lips without any explanation, but what he saw was glaring red blood.

"How is this going!"

Since the reunion, Wang Luan saw Qi Chensheng lose his composure for the first time, as if he finally saw some shadow of the past, but he just said vaguely: "It's nothing, I just coughed a little..."

"How long has it been like this?" Qi Chensheng obviously didn't intend to fool around with him, his face was darker than before, and his voice was very scary, but the hand clasped tightly on Wang Luan's wrist revealed his turbulent mood.

"Not long," Wang Luan still dodged, but told the truth: "I just found out this morning."

"Morning?" Qi Chensheng looked at Wang Luan motionlessly with his ashen eyes, his undulating breathing seemed to be suppressing something, and after a while he turned his head fiercely, and shouted outside: "Fengshan, look at the Huichun Hall Has the shopkeeper arrived!"

Feng Shan's footsteps sounded hurriedly outside the door: "Not yet, Second Young Master."

"But the people from the police station just sent you a photo."

Qi Chensheng obviously didn't have the heart to deal with the affairs of the police station at the moment, he turned his head and shouted: "Put the photo in the study and go to remind the doctor in Huichuntang."

Feng Shan has always been very eye-catching, but this time he insisted: "Second Young Master, you should take a look at the photo first! There is a 'Wang' stamp on it!"

As soon as these words came out, the two people in the room were startled, Wang Luan's face turned pale, and he unconsciously grabbed Qi Chensheng's clothes.