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The holiday is over, and Minglou is gone.

On the day Manchun came out of Ming's house, the snow in Shanghai fell unscrupulously. Her thin body could not withstand the ravages of the blizzard, and she fell ill in bed when she returned that night.

This illness has dragged on for more than half a month.

She didn't have many friends, so no one came to see her.Until a long time later, Ah Qing handed her a letter.

"It was sent by Ah Cheng. He said that they have returned to France."

Ah Qing's expression was very downcast, Man Chun raised her eyes to look at her, took the letter, and slowly lowered her eyes again.

"Go out, go downstairs, and prepare dinner for me." Man Chun put the letter on the bedside, and went to the closet to get clothes, "How long have I not gone out?"

"It's almost a month." Ah Qing said.

"What does the newspaper office say?" She took out a woolen coat and draped it over her shoulders, "Did you fire me?"

"Yes, they say . . . they pay your salary, but you've been absent for so long that you can't go to work."

Man Chun nodded and stopped talking.

Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Ah Qing quietly withdrew.

Man Chun sat in front of the mirror and looked at the stranger in the mirror, and the man in the mirror also looked at her in despair.

Described as thin, with a yellowish complexion, and an unhealthy whiteness on the lips.There is complete silence in the eyes.It was frighteningly silent.

She is not afraid of being abandoned.

From the day her parents left her at her uncle's house, from the day her uncle took her family to France and left her in Shanghai, she was not afraid of anything.

So, it's just a Minglou, she's not afraid.

She finished her makeup, rolled up her hair, and picked up the letter beside the bed.

There was no writing on the envelope, but there was a faint imprint, vaguely her name.

She pulled out the letter paper.

[Miss Manchun: Seeing words is like meeting. ]

It's not Minglou's name.She raised her eyebrows and continued to read.

A lot of things about Minglou were written in the letter, and many things that he dared not say or do due to Mingjing's status were all written in the letter.

And the signature is Ah Cheng.

Looking at the chic handwriting, Man Chun's heart skipped a beat.

She remembered the umbrella that was held above her head in that snowy day.

Ash has grown up.He was no longer the little boy who leaned against the wall to give her a hand, nor was he the boy who silently hid behind his elder brother.He has his own ideas, and he will also do things for his elder brother that Ming Lou can't do.

Her hands clenched, and the letter was crumpled in her palms.

Waiting is the longest thing in the world.Half of her youth was spent waiting. She had no life of her own and could only wait for his return in the empty mansion.

And he is like a migratory bird, the occasional roost and tenderness is just a tempting warmth.

But she doesn't really need such warmth.

A week later, Manchun walked into the gate of the military academy.

The mansion of the Wang family was returned to the family by her, and she embarked on a new journey alone.

From then on she was not afraid of anything.

A year later, at No. 76, Jisfair Road, Shanghai.

"Report."

"Director Li, his subordinate Wang Manchun, was ordered by Shangfeng to be a member of the new operation team."

Wang Manchun walked in the corridor in a brand new military uniform, her high heels knocked on the wooden floor, and her appearance and posture attracted her attention.

After get off work, she changed into her own clothes and walked out the door with her coat and bag.

Crossing the busy street, she looked around and turned into a bookstore.

"Hello, may I ask, has the "Macbeth" I ordered here two days ago been delivered?"

The female clerk smiled politely: "We checked, and there were two other customers who ordered this book before you ordered it. Look, are Shakespeare's other books available?"

"Okay." Wang Manchun said, "Any other books?"

"You come with me."

The clerk ushered her in.

"reported?"

"Yes."

"Remember your mission?"

"Yes."

"I hope that when we meet again next time, you can bring me good news."

"I'm just a team member and don't have access to confidential documents."

"That depends on your own efforts."

said the saleswoman.

Wang Manchun lowered his eyelashes and said softly, "Yes."

The man stroked her shoulder and looked at her with hopeful and fanatical eyes: "It won't be long before we can all live in the sun openly and achieve the common prosperity of the empire in Greater East Asia."

There was no expression on Wang Manchun's beautiful face.

Enter the gate, turn on the light, and welcome her back on the cold bed.

There is a photo on the bedside table.

In the photo, the young man Minglou is doting on him with a smile, and Man Chun is nestling in his arms, looking up at him.

Her smile at that time was like the bright sunshine that day.

This year, she was 24 years old.

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