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According to Mr. Wang's instructions, Wang Fuqu's funeral was held in an old house in the suburbs. Wang Manchun, as a side branch, could not have attended, but she still took a day off to go to the old house because Wang Fuqu provided her with school meals.

The Wang family is not a scholarly family of many generations. The ancestors produced a few scholars in the old years, and then the family fell into decline.It was in Wang Fuqu’s grandfather’s time that he gradually started his business by selling opium, which was later than the Shanghai families. The style of the house was the blue bricks and black tiles of Suzhou and Hangzhou. Although few people lived in it, it was still tidy. clean.

There is an ancestral hall in the old house of the Wang family, where countless ancestors are enshrined. When Wang Manchun came here for the first time, her parents brought sacrifices, but that was more than 20 years ago. She only remembers entering the gate and bowing. She doesn't need to remember the names on the rankings, just remember that there will be her favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake in the future, and there is no limit for her to eat as much as she can.

Later, her parents handed her over to Wang Fuqu and disappeared. Later, it was in this ancestral hall that she learned the news of her parents' death.

At that time, she was 17 years old and was brought to the old house. The first thing she saw was the tablet of her parents, which was not even painted. She knelt in front of the tablet for a whole day, and she didn't cry like everyone else, and she didn't even shed tears.When the sun was setting, she slowly stood up with support, moved her numb and stiff legs, and waited for the blood to flow back.

She is not heartless.

In front of her parents' tablets, she swore that she would spend the rest of her life to find out the cause of their deaths.

On the day of Wang Fuqu's funeral, the sky turned out to be very clear. She was dressed in black, and she felt that her body was not as warm as in winter.Wang Fuqu's family in France did not have time to return to China, but his wife's nephew in Guangzhou specially flew to attend the funeral after hearing the news.

She looked around at the guests who had arrived for a week in the bright sun, but without any surprise, she didn't see Minglou.Although he is Wang Fuqu's student, but the feud between the two families, and it's the New Year's Eve, Der Spiegel will definitely not let him participate.

So she lowered her eyes and listened to Mr. Wang's speech. After the brief funeral, she followed Mr. Wang's car back to the urban area. It only took half a day.

A person's life, through the wind and rain, is nothing but a pile of loess in the end, and there are very few people who shed tears for it.In the end, she didn't even see the face of the lady's nephew, and left in a hurry after the funeral.

Wang Manchun sat in the co-pilot and unconsciously wanted to touch the cigarette in his pocket, but Mr. Wang saw it.

"Do you have the habit of smoking?" Mr. Wang asked.

"No, just occasionally." She answered truthfully.

"Girl, it's better to drink less alcohol and tobacco." Mr. Wang said, but asked the driver to take out his own cigar and handed it to Wang Manchun, "The last one."

Wang Manchun smiled politely, took it, and put the driver's lighter in front of his eyes.

She lit the cigar and took a deep puff, choking and coughing.Mr. Wang laughed in the back seat: "Man Chun, quit smoking."

She slowly and tentatively crushed the cigar out and put it in her pocket: "As you said, the last one is mine."

Mr. Wang smiled without saying a word, took the cigar and lit it himself, and began to puff.

It was almost evening when I returned to the urban area, and the daytime in winter always came very early, and the street lights were already turned on at around five o'clock.

Not long after she returned to the office, she received an anonymous call.

"Director Wang." There was an indisputable voice on the opposite side.

"Who are you?" Wang Manchun frowned.

"I'm a lone wolf. See you in room 203 in the fireworks room at eight o'clock tonight."

The man hung up after saying this.

Wang Manchun buttoned the phone irritably, leaned against the back of the chair and rubbed his brows.Running around all day, she wished she could break the appointment and go back to rest early, but since she was a lone wolf and took the initiative to contact her, there must be something important to discuss in person.

The Fireworks Room is not a serious place. To be precise, this place can be regarded as a public brothel, and it is in the French Concession. There are still a large number of people coming and going every day, and many black and white people like to trade here, which can be regarded as a gray area.

Wang Manchun thought for a while, took the leather jacket from the hanger, hid her long hair in the beret, hid the gun in her waist, and went out in men's clothing.

The first floor of the fireworks room is the dance hall. From the second floor upwards, there is a bedroom every few steps. From time to time, there are women's wild laughter and men's whispers. The air is full of extravagant and soft breath, enveloping With the sweet smell of opium, people can't help but indulge in it.

Wang Manchun didn't want others to see him, so he lowered the brim of his hat and went up the stairs. As soon as he turned to the corridor on the second floor, he bumped into a man head-on.

"Sister Manchun." It was a young and bright male voice.

She raised her head and carefully identified the person in front of her.

It turned out to be Mingtai.I haven't seen her for many years, and her appearance is a little unclear, but the foundation of her childhood is still there, and she can still recognize it.

"Mingtai?" She confirmed it again.

"It's me." Mingtai said.

Then Wang Manchun frowned: "Why did you come to this kind of place?" The Ming family has always been well-educated, and the children of the family are not allowed to come to this kind of fireworks place. Why is Mingtai here?

"Ming Shao..." A woman with an enchanting figure entangled her charmingly, with slender eyebrows and eyes, but very beautiful. A typical Jiangnan woman can wear a cheongsam with a different sense of beauty.

"Sister Manchun, my eldest brother isn't with you, is he?" Mingtai showed embarrassment, and lowered his voice to ask in the next sentence.

She shook her head reflexively, then smiled knowingly.

It's nothing more than the fact that the young master fell in love with the girl in the fireworks room, so he came here to play while he had money on hand during the Chinese New Year. A child is still afraid of his big brother.

"Of course he's here, he's just sitting in the hall." She threatened him mysteriously.

Mingtai was bluffed by her, and said in a panic: "Then I'll go through the back door first, and I'll see my elder brother later, don't say you've seen me."

As he spoke, he pulled the woman beside him and walked out.

The woman gave her a sideways look, and said coquettishly, "Young Master Ming, we agreed to watch a movie."

Wang Manchun actually sensed the murderous look in her eyes, fearing that Mingtai would be fooled, she stopped him: "Mingtai, didn't your eldest sister say that children from your Ming family never set foot in romantic places, it's so late, go back early."

"Hey, who's young mistress, you've come here to meddle in other people's affairs. Young Master Ming is here to eat, drink, whore and gamble. What are you doing here? Check out her husband's post?" Although soft, it is really bitter and harsh.

Wang Manchun snorted coldly immediately, and was about to choke back, but Mingtai stomped his feet and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, this is me...my future sister-in-law!"

"Big... sister-in-law..." The woman's voice softened, and she quickly apologized.

Wang Manchun frowned, knowing that Mingtai gave her face and didn't bother to argue with children, she joked: "Okay, let's go, be careful when your brother comes to see you."

Mingtai approached her with a smile: "Sister Manchun, don't be fussy like her. I have always admired you very much. There are many photos of you in my elder brother's private album!"

Before she could react, Mingtai stood back, pulled the woman with a smile, and said goodbye to her: "Sister Manchun goodbye, let's play together when we have time."

Wang Manchun turned angry into a smile, but Mingtai's words made her feel like a thorn in her heart, and she felt a sudden pain.

She had seen Minglou's private photo album before. When she went to Ming's house for the first time, he braved the heavy rain wearing a thin cheongsam and was taken into the study by him. He put a hot towel on her head and hugged her. Sitting on the sofa, drying her hair while flipping through the photo album.

From toddler to full bloom, from four people, to two people, to the addition of a little bean, and the addition of a half-sized child who looked at the camera timidly like bean sprouts.She turned her head to ask why Minglou didn't have anyone else, and in the blink of an eye, she indulged in his kiss. When she woke up, Minglou took out her photo from his wallet and put it in the album in front of her.

Unexpectedly, the sweetness at that time turned into a knife after many years, cutting her heart one by one.

It was a long time after Mingtai's figure disappeared at the top of the stairs that Wang Manchun gradually regained her composure. She looked at her watch and it was almost eight o'clock. She stood up straight to prevent herself from getting drunk in the soft atmosphere of the fireworks room, and then found Room 203. Push the door and enter.

The author has something to say:

I thought I was going to take an exam, but now I am notified that it will be next week→_→

So it's still coded.

The few chapters will find time to make up for it

In addition, I saw that there were little angels who wanted to vote for the overlord. I checked. I am an unsigned author and cannot vote.

So the little angels just read the article now, and then spread it~ I still want to have more people in the circle, so that everyone can play together to have fun~

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