Republic of China drama

With a creak, the door opened, and it was the little maid who had been gossiping with Jin Zhi before, holding makeup remover in her hand.Perhaps Dou Xingui called for help after hearing about what happened just now.

"You've got it all done." She gave Jiang Wanwan a sideways look, and said in a strange tone, "I even forgot, you've been doing this for a long time, you're familiar with it, you don't need me."

The door closed again, and it was the little maid who turned around and left.

A maid who came to Tongcheng from Beiping to make a living, still has her head high and her head high, she compares herself to a prince and nobleman, and looks at people like country bumpkins.

Perhaps the wind brought it, and the scene in the bronze mirror seemed to shake and stabilize again.

Jiang Wanwan looked at the beautiful figure inside, but lost her mind.

When it comes to Beiping, no one knows that if the Qing Dynasty had not been destroyed, she would still be dripping with royal blood.

Her ancestor was a member of the royal family, a concubine prince who had no intention of participating in politics. He aspired to be a wild crane all his life. In his later years, he simply changed his name and surname and lived a life of seclusion.

It's just that her father was unwilling, dreaming of a king in his heart, and didn't know how to make money, so the head of the family was cheated out of the family property not long after.His wife had been sick for many years and had no money to treat her, so she finally couldn't bear it and fell down at home.

That year, Jiang Wanwan was ten years old, lost her mother, and went to Peiping with her penniless father to make a living in the name of a blood relative of the royal family.

He got money by doing some lazy and greedy stealing, but he was caught by the big landlord once, hung up and beaten, and was thrown on the street until he was dying.

I heard people say that it was the coldest time in Beiping's history. It snowed three feet in the morning, and the cold wind was like a knife scraping a person's bones.Jiang Wanwan didn't wait to drag her father to the hospital, he was completely cold.

"La Qi La Ba, freeze to death and beg for flowers", the torn cotton padded clothes are no longer enough to keep out the cold, and she is also dying of cold, let alone going to the medical clinic, and go home in another way.

She remembered walking for a long time, remembering how her feet sank into the snow when she stepped on it, and how she made a creaking sound.

A ten-year-old girl has little strength. She walks and rests while dragging a heavy dead person. Once her legs become weak, she cannot get up after kneeling.

It was probably at the intersection, and all kinds of people came and went, new-style young people with braids cut, rickshaw drivers driving in the middle of the night, women with children in their hands, all kinds of eyes cast their eyes, but no one was there to help.

Kneeling in the snow, she gradually lost consciousness from the stinging pain. She lay down on her back discouraged, looking at the snow-covered night, the surrounding snow had melted a little, her clothes were damp and cold, and new snow was covering it.

What is vented is not anger, but the desire for life.

She had a hunch that she was going to die.

The sky is spinning in front of my eyes, and my goal is not still life and black and white impermanence, but a tan umbrella.

A woman in a long gown with a bun on her head squatted down and looked at her carefully, as if she was looking at something new.

Women are beautiful, beyond measure.

Even the white snow can't compare to that moment.

He vaguely heard someone calling her Miss, but he couldn't hear the specifics clearly.

Jiang Wan moved her lips that were blue and purple from the cold, wanting to speak, but she was exhausted after walking for too long, her head tilted, and she passed out.

The last thing I saw was the woman's blue-black cloak. The neckline of the gown was trimmed with tape lace, and the needlework was fine, revealing a small piece of her neck that was more white than snow.

And the woman's eyebrows and eyes are like a blush in the early summer, looking in, the inside looks like mountains and rivers, like a bustling star.

Just one glance, never forgetting.

……

"Miss Jiang." Dou Xingui pushed open the door and scattered her memories, "Gu San has someone call you, hurry up."

Even a little bit of respect.

Jiang Wanwan finished in a hurry, straightened her clothes and hair, and followed Dou Xingui out of the theater.

The building next to her was of a style she had never seen before, with bright lights.

In seven years, the whole street was crowded with theaters, restaurants, juggling stands, and shops dealing in silk and satin. The soft silk flags were hanging in the air, and Jiang Wanwan could still make out a few words. It is the words of gift discount promotion or the like.

The old man pushing the cart walked by, and the foreign ladies were in a group, wearing the new cheongsam with split ends, red rouge and shining fair skin intertwined in front of them, very gorgeous.

In a trance, it feels like being in Peking again.

She didn't know at that time that most of the bustling cities in the world were like this at night. She had the deepest impression of Peking at night, so naturally everything looked like Peking.

A shiny black sedan was at the door.

Jiang Wanwan lowered her head and walked over the short steps, the transparent glass on the car lowered, and in the semi-darkness, she could clearly see Xiang Xing and Gu Qingying in the car.

"Come up."

Lu Qingying spoke concisely.

Jiang Wanwan leaned on the open car door and awkwardly bent over to get in. She was so anxious that she didn't pay attention to the top of her head, and slammed on the door with a muffled sound.

There was a slight pain, and she gasped.

Xiang Xing, who was sitting on the farthest side, burst out laughing: "This little green snake is very interesting. Could it be that he hasn't ridden in a rickshaw yet?"

Sitting next to Lu Qingying, someone outside the car closed the door for her.

It is true that she has never been in a rickshaw before, she took off her make-up and did not cover it up, she was ashamed, she only dared to glance at Qingying carefully from the corner of her eye, and kept silent for fear of embarrassing words.

Lu Qingying ordered: "Uncle He, send Young Master Xiang back to the house first."

"Okay, Miss Gu."

A middle-aged man called "Uncle He" drove the car and replied respectfully.

Respect is not blind obedience blindfolded, but rather a recognition in the bones, admiration in the throat.

Jiang Wanwan thought to herself, Gu San is far more capable than she seems to be able to make people like this.

"Qingying, why are you still so polite when you speak, one young master at a time." Xiang Xing said, "It's agreed, accompany me for a bird walk tomorrow morning, and look at the canary they just gave me."

The car was cramped, and the back was filled with three people. Jiang Wanwan was afraid of squeezing Miss Gu, half of her body was hanging, and she sat sideways, which was very awkward.

From the time she got into the car, there was a faint fragrance lingering at the tip of her nose, like a flower blooming to its most colorful, minus a little bit of fragrance, it has a different kind of elegance.

Just now in the theatrical building, when Gu Qingying approached, she could only smell the low-quality oil paint on her body.

It turned out that the smell of oil paint was too strong and overwhelmed it.After removing the heavy body, even the world becomes clearer.

"Didn't you say that I won't be free tomorrow, and my aunt has reserved a shop for me, and I still have to check the bills."

Her fiancé Xiang Xing was probably the only one who could make Lu Qingying speak so nicely and not be annoyed by talking so much.

The little girl in the opera building said that they usually play their own games, and when they go home, they still play the qin and zither in harmony, which is indeed true.

Rao Jiang Wanwan had expected to think of this earlier, but she felt a tightness in her chest and turned her head away.

There is no need for her to speak right now, just staring at the shadows passing by outside the window.

The eyes are in one place, and the head does not turn, like a malfunctioning machine.

After a while, she heard Gu Qingying chatting with Xiang Xing about water, factories and business.

She didn't think about anything else, and directly regarded "tax" as "sleep", and she became suspicious, what's there to talk about about sleep, could it be that her thinking is new, and even the words she says are different from before?But with Gu San's reputation, it's not surprising to talk about sleeping topics...

After listening for a while, she noticed something was wrong.

They didn't talk any nonsense about Fireworks and Willow Lane, instead, they jumped out with unfamiliar words and phrases, making people confused.

It's because she doesn't understand.

Xiang Xing talked eloquently, but Lu Qingying didn't say much, and nodded several times in praise.

Husband and wife, it should probably be like this.

In front of a bungalow with lights on, the car stopped, and there were people waiting at the door.

Xiang Xing, a very elegant gentleman, got off the car and waved goodbye to Gu Qingying and Jiang Wanwan.

Jiang Wanwan hadn't felt this kind of friendship for many years, so she waved like Gu Qingying beside her.

When Uncle He restarted the car, she suddenly realized that there were only the two of them left in the back seat.

Xiang Xing's side became more spacious, but Gu Qingying didn't move, they were still at the original distance, almost touching each other.Her breathing was messed up, and Jiang Wanwan was so stiff that she was uncomfortable, afraid that Gu Qingying would be unhappy, so she dared not move.

Uncle He turned around and asked, "Miss San, are you going to the house on Chaofu Road?"

"Ah."

Lu Qingying leaned on the backrest, raised her right hand to rub between her eyebrows, her eyes were full of tiredness and laziness.

"Go back and ask the servant girl to take you to take a bath, change your clothes, and wait for me in the room."

Jiang Wanwan froze for a moment before realizing that she was talking to herself.

"it is good."

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