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In the winter of 1933, Paris, France.heavy snow.

Ah Cheng was dressed in black, carrying a suitcase and knocked on Minglou's door.

This year, he was a student who had just returned from Lyon Middle School's vacation.

Mingtai ran over to open the door, and when he saw it was him, he rushed forward.

"Brother Ah Cheng, why did you come back so late this time!" Mingtai welcomed him home and took his box: "Brother! Brother Ah Cheng is back!"

"Ah Cheng." Minglou seemed to be busy, and when he came out of the study, he still had a thick book in his hand, "Why did you just come back today, and just now I was talking about you with Mingtai, asking if you were late for vacation?" No phone calls or letters."

"Yes, I just had a holiday the day before yesterday." Ah Cheng took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack at the door, and as soon as he turned around, he met his elder brother's inquiring eyes.

"Is it snowing in Lyon?" Minglou asked.

"It's down, it's not big." He replied, "It's very cold, and my dormitory has no heating and no fireplace."

Minglou's expression softened a bit: "Come and enjoy the fire, take a break and help Mingtai cook. I'm almost anorexic after eating what he cooks every day."

Ah Cheng held back a smile and answered yes, then heard the young master in the kitchen shout: "If you think I can't do it well, you can do it yourself! I was exploited by you when I was only 15 years old! The richer you are, the more stingy you are!"

"Little bastard, you've learned to talk back, haven't you?" Ming Lou closed the book and rushed to the kitchen, but was stopped by Ah Cheng, and comforted him, "Okay, okay, don't make noise, I'll do it, can I do it? "

Mingtai poked his head out from the kitchen and asked expectantly, "Where's the Christmas dinner?"

Minglou also looked over.

Ah Cheng looked left and right, and finally chose to surrender: "Okay, I'll do it, you two young masters just wait and eat." Then he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and went into the kitchen.

The family is a long-lost four dishes and one soup.Ah Cheng also learned a lot of Western food after arriving in France, but the two young masters didn't like how he cooked it, so they often ate Chinese food, and a bowl of rice would be complete.

"Ah Cheng, have you asked for leave for the Spring Festival?" Minglou asked.

Ah Cheng swallowed the soup in his mouth and said, "Please, the professor said that I don't need to go back after Christmas leave, I can stay in China until March, and come back after the spring break."

Minglou nodded and continued eating.

"Brother, why do we want to go back this year?" Mingtai asked vaguely while devouring.

"How long has it been since I went home last time, don't you miss Eldest Sister?"

"I want to, but I can't bear to take such a long boat every time I go back..." Mingtai complained.

"How old you are, you can't stand this and you can't stand that. There are many problems at a young age." Minglou said.

"If I knew I would have gone to middle school in Shanghai, at least my eldest sister didn't nag like you..." Mingtai muttered, and as soon as Minglou put down his chopsticks, he sprang up with a groan and hid behind Ah Cheng with a bowl in his hand, "Ah Brother Cheng, save me!"

"Okay, hurry up and eat first." Ah Cheng was busy talking to each other, "Brother, shall we book a plane ticket this time?"

Minglou looked at Ah Cheng and then at Mingtai: "Air tickets are so expensive...do you pay for it?"

Ah Cheng and Ming Tai said in unison: "The richer you are, the more stingy you are."

In February 1934, the three brothers of the Ming family returned to China to celebrate the New Year with Ming Jing.

Manchun got the news from Minglou's letter, and it was almost the beginning of February.Minglou didn't say when he would come back, so she had to wait and work absent-mindedly.

After graduating from university, she basically didn't do any serious business, and she didn't have the idea of ​​studying abroad, because Minglou's letter said that he was about to finish his studies.Until one time, an uncle who was far away in a foreign country suddenly asked a distant relative in the family to arrange a job for her. She readily agreed, and since then she has her own job. Although the salary is very low, it is still a good way to pass the time .

It was the weekend, and she was reading a book with the stove at home when Ah Qing suddenly notified that someone was looking for her.

She put a coat over her home clothes and went downstairs.Before coming down the last few steps, she froze in place

The man in front of him was tall and handsome, wearing a dark gray suit with a coat in the hands of the young man behind him, looking at her with a smile.

It's Minglou.

"I don't know if you still like these." He stretched out his hand, and the person behind him put an exquisite box into her hand, then he opened the box and handed it to her.

It's a bottle of perfume, and it looks like it's a new style coming out of France.

"Do you like it?" Minglou asked, while Manchun hugged him suddenly.

"I'll be right back, what gift do I need to buy!" Man Chun asked with a smile, "The perfume you gave me before is enough for me to use for a lifetime!"

"You said that every woman should be surrounded by perfume for the rest of her life." Minglou said, "Fortunately, my cousin is in the perfume business, otherwise I would definitely buy perfume so that my pockets would be cleaner than my face."

He hugged Man Chun's waist and covered the perfume with a cap.Ah Cheng took it knowingly.

"I'm cold, don't freeze." Minglou said.

"Go to my room and talk!" Man Chun pulled Minglou upstairs like a little girl, "I bought you a gift too, but I don't want to give it to you here." She coquettishly held him arm, "Let's go, let's go."

Ming Lou reluctantly nodded to Ah Cheng, and let Man Chun pull him away.

Ah Cheng watched the two disappear behind the door on the second floor, turned around to hang up his coat, and took off his own coat, Ah Qing just brought a cup of tea just in time.

"Miss has always disliked tea and preferred coffee, so there is no good tea at home, Cheng, do you mind?"

Ah Qing looked up at this young man who had grown a lot taller and handsome, her face blushed quietly, and her voice softened involuntarily.

"Thank you, we don't often drink tea abroad, and I'm not picky." He took the teacup.

"Then... can you sit down then? I'll put this bottle of perfume away."

Hearing this, Ah Cheng handed over the perfume box, and his slender fingers accidentally brushed Ah Qing's hand, making the girl's face even redder, and hurried away, bringing him plate after plate of snacks .

He took it politely, but put it there without moving a mouthful.

In his heart, there is only one thing on his mind at this moment.

He had just returned to China, and the letter of introduction was still in the box. He had to find a way to get in touch with the organization and complete the task in a short period of time.

This year, he.

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