Republic of China drama

It was quiet in the middle of the night, a round of moon was hanging on the branches, only one street lamp was on, and the trees planted by the path rustled and swayed and mottled.

The wind was strong, and the air was stuffy, making it hard to breathe.After Lu Qingying put on her coat, she was filled with her arms as soon as she came out of the room.

A sign of rain.

In recent days, the north has learned from the uncertain weather in the south.

The palm was wet, and looking down, there was still a trace of dark blood on the ring finger.

The girl's moaning in the ear is still clear, only then can it be seen that the person is reluctant to bear it, but he still doesn't want to brush his mind.

That girl looked stupid.

Lu Qingying pinched out a corner of the silk from her pocket, just about to pull it out to wipe her hands.

A gray-brown shadow suddenly flashed in the corner of my eye, mixed in the night and thick fog, blending and separating, like the shadow of a ghost.

But in the dark, there are no shadows.

With sharp eyesight, she quickly caught and locked it until the vaguely half-bowled figure dangled out of the gate and disappeared.

Just paused under his feet, Lu Qingying withdrew his gaze, stepped forward without hesitation, and walked to the corridor with broken pieces on the ground.

The person she dismissed long ago and left late at night, there is absolutely no reason to come back.

It was a peaceful night.

Lu Qingying sighed softly, took the soft silk, and rubbed it from the base of her fingers to the tip of her fingers.

There was no reason to think of the eager anticipation in the eyes of that little green snake when he saw that he was about to leave.

I hope she will stay and share the same bed.

It wasn't the first time she saw that look.

People say that prostitutes are low-boned and low-spirited.She doesn't fully agree with being cheap, she just thinks it's normal to be light, and she just clings to one when she sees one.

As for what she said and her whole life, it is possible to forget about it when she gets tired of it.

"Too young and too reckless." Xiang Xing said to her when she was in the theater before watching no one at the end of the show, "It's like a flower, it's easy to break, you've never touched anything like this."

It's true that she is tender, but not reckless, she is clearly trying to seduce her on purpose.

What Lu Qingying replied at the time was: "If it's for fun, whether it's long or short, isn't it still a fun? When will it be folded and calculated."

What she folded was flowers, she had a sense of propriety, and she would never slip her hand.

"It's better to see once today than to hear about it a hundred times. Gu San is really flirtatious." Xiang Xing sighed.

Lu Qingying just smiled at him, but unfortunately, no one has ever seen through, that smile is not approval, but denial.

She is not a passionate person.

Passionate, but to cover up the ruthless.

In terms of emotions, I shouldn't think about it here.

Forcing herself to cut off her thoughts, she walked along the Chaoshou corridor to the Chuhuamen, and turned back again, one encounter after another.

It was stuffy outside, and I was sweating, and for some reason, it was even worse in my heart.

Aunt Gu Qingying was a feudal woman with bound feet. During her lifetime, she did housework every day, lived in trivial matters, and didn't go out much with her relatives.

The so-called shop was just a bargaining chip used by her aunt's opium-addicted son to sell him to a good man and exchange for more money.

The account was checked earlier, and it was really not right. The store's income was only out, not in, and he also made a few fake accounts from it, and the amount was not small.

But for the sake of the good land, Gu Qingying took the money and sent the cheap cousin away.

After all, a bunch of jumping clowns.

If she was really busy checking accounts, or came to Tongcheng to mourn someone she didn't know well, then it really wasn't her, Gu San.

Because she knows that life is short, she never does useless things.Even every word she uttered must have a purpose.

After finally getting a little drowsy, I went back to the room. There was a gloomy light in the east, and it was almost dawn.

Lu Qingying woke up naturally after sleeping on the bed for two or three hours, got up, ate, took a bath, and sat in front of the mirror to get dressed.

Her brows and eyes were full of burnout, and she tried to cover up the dark spots under her eyes with powder.

A maid came in: "Butler He is waiting for Miss San outside."

He Xu was both a housekeeper and a driver, and followed the Gu family for more than four or five years, until Gu Qingying returned to China after a long journey, and Master Gu assigned people to her.

"understood."

Lu Qingying changed into a western-style plain dress with a narrow waist. Except for the bottom fabric, the front chest was covered with a piece of white lace, and there were two rows of buttons for decoration.

She fastened the buttons and asked, "Is Miss Jiang awake?"

I didn't hear someone passing it over there.

The maid said: "Probably not yet."

Lu Qingying put on lipstick without haste. The brand is Tangee, which is popular among foreign wives recently.

"Well, you go outside and guard first."

"Yes."

At the last step, Gu Qingying took out a bottle of rose scented perfume and sprayed it lightly a few times.

Pushing open the door, the dampness of last night no longer exists, the outside is gloomy and dark, the rain dripping down from the eaves, dripping out a few intermittent lines.

He Xu was dressed in gray-brown. When he saw her, he lowered his head: "Miss San."

"This rain is really heavy." Lu Qingying glanced at him, then went to look at the dark courtyard.

Those sneaky things often also take advantage of this time to move out.

He Xu didn't speak.

He kept silent most of the time, neither said much nor listened much, and because of this, Mr. Gu picked him back then and asked him to do some chores, whether it was big or small.

There was a faint smile on Lu Qingying's face: "Wanwan should get up later, and I have to trouble Uncle He to drive us to Ruifuxiang. We agreed with her last night to pick out some clothes."

"Don't bother." He Xu didn't change his face, "Then I'll go to the car and wait for Miss San."

The figure was far away, so Lu Qingying whispered to the guarding maid: "Go and wake up Miss Jiang, let her wait for me in front of the wing room door to get on the car after eating, don't be in a hurry."

"Yes."

"Miss Jiang, it's time to get up."

The maid put the food on the outside table and called people.

"Hmm...Okay." Jiang Wanwan turned over, she was in a deep sleep, her upper and lower eyelids were glued together and almost could not be separated, she said in a daze, "Did Miss San order it?"

"Yes." The maid threw the dry towel into the basin, uncorked the thermos bottle and poured water, then wrung it dry after soaking it, and said, "Miss San also said, you wait for her in front of the door first, don't be in a hurry .”

Gu San has given the order, so if you are not in a hurry, you have to be in a hurry.

Jiang Wan took the towel awkwardly, spread it out and put it on her face, steaming comfortably: "I'll do it myself later."

After getting up and tidying up in a hurry, she sat down at the table.

The breakfast is all ordinary side dishes, the portion is not large, and the meat and vegetables are complete.

She thought to herself, even though Gu Qingying has plenty of money, he looks like an ordinary family when it comes to food, not exaggeratedly eating fish and meat.

It is good to retract and release moderately.

Jiang Wanwan was anxious, her words were anxious, her movements were also anxious, she barely had a few mouthfuls of food, and stood under the eaves to wait.

This is stupid waiting, sticking there like a pillar, almost blending with the rain curtain.

The servant girl couldn't help but look at her more.

Similarly, at the age of eighteen or nine, with a plain face, among the people brought back by Miss Gu San, this is the one with the best self-cultivation and the most gentle and polite.

Miss Jiang would thank these maids, and be cautious about what she did, asking first, and trying not to embarrass others.

He has a good temper.

Compared with those arrogant and domineering women in the past, the maids are still willing to serve such a lady for a lifetime in private.

Suddenly some fragmented movements came from the ear, from far to near, it was the rhythmic collision sound of the leather shoes and the ground.

Jiang Wanwan turned her head and saw Gu San who was walking.

The man was dressed in a Western style, with a tangerine-colored long coat and shiny low-heeled leather shoes. He smiled from afar and said, "Good morning."

That smile brightened Jiang Wanwan's eyes, no matter when Miss Gu San appeared, she was always so radiant.

She obediently replied: "Morning, Miss San."

"Are you full?"

Jiang Wan nodded.

"I told you to wake up a little early today."

Lu Qingying motioned to the servant girl to take the umbrella and prop it up as she walked.

She is tall and holds an umbrella, completely covering the girl's head.

The fragrance on the woman's body is like the dewy roses in the courtyard in the morning, covering the rusty smell from the soil and grass.

In the theatrical building, Jiang Wanwan was used to all kinds of unpleasant smells, especially in the early years when Dou Xingui finally wanted to dress up, and was reluctant to buy expensive perfume, so he bought toilet water and sprinkled it on his body desperately, it was very pungent mixed with sweat.

Jiang Wanwan felt that if she had been sold into a theater since she was a child, she might not be able to keep her nose.

But the fragrance on Gu Qingying's body is not only not disgusting, but also makes people have a romantic idea, wanting to bury it in it and smell it for a lifetime.

Jiang Wan pursed her lips, and blushed before she could speak: "It's not early, it's usually time to get up at this time."

More like a little daughter-in-law curled up under her husband's umbrella.

"Well," Lu Qingying said, "are you okay?"

Speaking of this kind of thing, she is frank.

Jiang Wanwan: ...

Why did you bring up this topic again for no reason, chatting about the weather, breakfast and so on...

"……fine."

"I won't touch you anymore, just take it easy for a few days."

Just this one sentence, Gu Qingying's voice could be heard as if there were gravel in it, and he was half-dumb.

Jiang Wanwan opened her mouth, wanting to ask her if she hadn't had a good rest, but suddenly thought of the flirtatious words she said last night, and realized that he shouldn't ask her too much.

It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured head-on, even colder than when they got into the rain now.

She was stunned to hold back the words that came to her lips, and replied vaguely: "...um."

After walking a few steps and no one was around, Gu Qingying started to talk about serious business.

"Remember to be cautious in the future. Outside is no better than being in the troupe. People are unpredictable. If you cause any disaster, I will not spend too much effort to protect you."

It was clearly a reminder, but the good intentions were wiped out in the last sentence.

Fortunately, speaking too much, speaking less, and being careful are not as good as not speaking to avoid disasters. This is what Jiang Wanwan realized early on.

The third lady was willing to mention something, she was extremely grateful in her heart, and replied respectfully: "I understand."

"Ah."

Lu Qingying hugged the girl's slender waist behind him, it was warm and soft to the touch, but it was obvious that there was a stiffness there.

A smile flickered on the corner of her lips: "Also, Gu San never buys second-class goods when he goes to the store, and he also leads others to go. If there is something to choose, don't worry about the price."

"...Thank you, Miss San."

This time, Jiang Wanwan's face was completely flushed from being hugged, the place where her palm was pressed was as hot as if she had been scalded, and her heart beat up to her throat.

Lu Qingying lowered her eyes: "Relax, if you are still so stiff when you go out with me to meet people in the future, those who don't know will think that I forced you. Just pretend to be outside, can't you?"

A look of embarrassment appeared on Jiang Wanwan's face.

Ever since she was a teenager wandering alone, she is not used to being so close to anyone, especially the movements like hooking shoulders and backs, how can she feel awkward...

Lu Qingying didn't force her, and patted her waist: "Okay, umbrella, if you don't stick close to me, I'm afraid I'm going to be drenched in the rain."