Republic of China drama

The train traveled slowly along the way, arriving in Shanghai later than expected, and the sky was already bright.

Tan Shuyi is also considered a figure in Shanghai. As soon as she left the station, people came to greet her like chrysalis. There were newspaper reporters holding Western cameras, as well as her former students, asking for their health.

However, their purpose of coming was very clear, and if they said three sentences or more, it was all a matter of asking the church.

"Did you see this battle?" Lu Chenxue raised her chin slightly, and said triumphantly, "This is Mr. Tan's reputation in Shanghai. Those foreigners stole his head and just asked for a ticket for her performance. You young man will follow her to see you." In the world, it can be considered a blessing."

It's not like Jiang Wanwan has never seen this kind of style before, but Gu Qingying is a businessman, and there are far more people in battle than this style.But what is really eye-opening is that both Gu Qingying and Tan Shuyi have an unspeakable temperament, they can float and sink in the world, they are rich and powerful, and they can still escape unscathed.

Perhaps this is why they became friends and cherished each other.

And Lu Chenxue probably had thorns tied all over her body, and when she said something, it was all thorns, which made people feel awkward.

Jiang Wanwan intentionally kept a distance from her, but it was a pity that she retreated an inch, and Lu Chenxue was one foot closer, insisting on talking close to the person.

Girls are all sweet and soft, but except for Lu Qingying, she is not used to getting close to any girl.

"Wanwan." Tan Shuyi declined the interviews and invitations one by one, and turned to look for Jiang Wanwan, "Farewell to Chenxue, we should go."

The luggage was handed over to the boy who came to pick it up, and there was no drag. Jiang Wanwan felt relieved, stepped into the car door with half a foot, and felt that it was inappropriate to leave so happily.

"See you later." She put on a smile, eyes narrowed, and said.

"I'll definitely see you again." Lu Chenxue smiled like a curse, "I'll see you in the church ten days later, Xiao Qingyi."

Jiang Wanwan: "..."

She got into the car, deflated.

"Hehe, Chenxue is just a bit difficult to deal with, and her words are not pleasant." Tan Shuyi has been watching her all the way, "But you are very complementary. If there is a chance in the future, it will be good to work together."

For the sake of the teacher, Jiang Wanwan reluctantly agreed, but in her heart she hoped that she would never get along with that person again.

It is simply suffering.

It was entrusted by an acquaintance, but Tan Shuyi had a husband and son after all, so it was inconvenient to live together.She arranged Jiang Wanwan in her spare house, taught her how to make some basic utensils, and hired a servant to take care of her for a while.

This is an old house that is quite old. There are crazy-growing plants and trees facing the street. I heard people say that summer is too much. The evergreen broad-leaved forest and the sky that always looks gray and gloomy make the place smell musty .

When it comes to Shanghai, that's what everyone seems to say.Recalling this memory many years later, Jiang Wanwan realized that it was not just boredom, but another way for people to express their love for this place.

"Shanghai has a lot of people, if you want to mess up, it's no better than Beiping." Tan Shuyi instructed her, "Miss San treats you differently, but there is a limit to how I can protect you."

"I understand, Mr. Tan, I won't cause you any trouble." After speaking, Jiang Wanwan blushed.

Even Mr. Tan said that Miss San treats her differently...

Tan Shuyi had always speculated about the relationship between Jiang Wanwan and Miss San, and after some experience, she probably came to a conclusion. "I came to Shanghai this time not only for the church meeting. I received a private message saying that the selection of famous actors will start in one month."

"...Hmm." Jiang Wanwan's pupils shrank slightly, and her heart seemed to be beating heavily.

"I'll take you there," Tan Shuyi said.

After practicing for so long and seeing so much, Jiang Wanwan thought that she needed some time to hone her skills, but she has been suffering from not having such a chance.

She also wants to know, standing under the lamp and speaking, what level is she, and what is the difference compared with others.

"This..." Jiang Wanwan asked first, "Does Miss San know?"

This girl is persistent, Tan Shuyi was a little surprised and said: "Of course she knows, if she hadn't mentioned it, there would be no today. Let me tell you the truth, the gap in the Gu family is actually very big, and money is nothing but gold and jade. You always You can't rely on the third lady all your life, at least you have to have a skill. The selection of famous actors is very important in the industry, this is a channel for singing and flourishing, and the rest depends on your personal development."

No wonder, these days, Lu Qingying always seems to be depressed, the crisis is potential, but there are many signs, she will not really talk to Jiang Wan.

Jiang Wanwan wanted to share the joys and sorrows with her, and even more wanted to share the sorrows with her.

"Mr. Tan, I must practice harder!"

There is a small cluster of flames in her eyes, which can forge gold and stone, pierce darkness, and move forward indomitably.

Tan Shuyi saw how cute and silly she was, and laughed sneeringly: "There's no need to double it, you've worked hard enough yourself, and the loss outweighs the gain after a few days of training."

"……okay."

Finally, with a heavy blow: "This selection will be published in newspapers. If you are selected, I will send a copy to Miss San for you."

After explaining, Tan Shuyi left.

That night, Jiang Wanwan suffered from insomnia as expected.

The bed was softer than the Kang in Peking. She had one eye open, which could be called widowed, but she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

The beds in the world are not as soft as those in Miss San's house, and the good places in the world are empty without Miss San.

Jiang Wanwan prides herself on cherishing the time with her very much, but when the time comes to separate, she realizes what cramp is, and she can't stop.

It was much quieter outside than during the day, but there were still a few workers who came home at night after work, swearing and passing by in authentic Shanghainese, and there was a sudden startle, and occasionally there was the distant sound of a tram, ding ding bang bang, ding ding bang bang, and bang bang. .

It's like being in Peking.