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"Chase"

According to the usual practice, there will be a personal banquet for the head of the special high school when he ascends the throne, and Yoshimasa Fujita is a temporary agent who has not yet become a full-time official, and the matter of Yoko Nanada is pending, so this matter has been shelved.By the time the Japanese military department remembered it, it had been put on hold for about a week.

Wang Manchun turned on the phonograph in the bedroom, and the melodious tune slowly entered her ears, taking all the strength out of her body.

She liked to dance very much when she was a girl.From passionate cha-cha, to glamorous tango, to gorgeous and graceful waltz, she is not proficient in it, but she likes it.

Every woman has such a dream.The man she loves will hold her in his arms and lead her to dance to the rhythm of the music. The two of them are very close, and they can feel each other's breath blowing the broken hair in their ears.The flavors of each other blend together, as if two people should be one.

She curled herself up on the single sofa with the milk in hand.

She and Minglou had never danced.In other words, Minglou doesn't like dancing.

Like a refined scholar, he never participated in the social activities of the upper class, even if he attended, it was only in salons or banquets. As for the ball, he would try his best to refuse.And he left for France before she graduated, so she didn't even find a prom partner, and slipped out to the red house to eat cake halfway.

Later in the military academy, she just danced with her dance teacher and learned a variety of dance moves to make up for the regrets she had when she was a girl.At every dance after work, she would dress beautifully and sit on the side. Due to the nature of the work, no one dared to ask her out.

It should be the same this time.

She closed her eyes, stretched her body, put her long legs on the armrest, and her calves swayed in rhythm.

The door opened suddenly.She opened her eyes suddenly, and almost shot the gun under the sofa cushion, only to be relieved when she saw her coming.

"Don't even knock on the door?" she complained, "If I over-condition the reflex, you will already be lying on the ground."

"I knocked on the door, but you didn't hear it." Mingcheng smiled, came in and closed the door behind his back: "Ah Qing said you were in the bedroom, so I came to you directly."

He tilted his head: "Cha Cha?"

"Yes, it's inappropriate for me not to go to Fujita's personal banquet tomorrow." She put the undrinked milk on the coffee table, still nestling on the sofa in that idle posture, "It's a pity that I can only go to see it every time." Others have enjoyed dancing, but no one has ever asked me out."

Ah Cheng raised his eyebrows: "Do you need me as a dance partner?"

"I don't want Fujita to take advantage of our relationship. With his way of doing things, he must use this as a threat to let one of us do things for him." She stretched her waist and said, "What's the matter with you?" thing?"

"It's okay, I miss you." He took off his coat and hung it on her hanger. After changing the tune, he listened carefully to the tune and said, "I've heard this tune before, it's a great tango."

"That's right." She raised her bare feet and looked at him sideways: "Do you still have research on this?"

"I learned it in school," he said. "It's a pity that we are basically a bachelor's school. No one dances this dance with me."

She suddenly showed a little fox-like smile: "How about I accompany you?"

Ah Cheng was startled, then smiled and unbuttoned his suit: "Okay."

He went to adjust the phonograph, and Man Chun took this opportunity to find a long skirt from the closet.Snow white, with lace, the back is tied with a ribbon, revealing her white and smooth back.So she loosened her long hair, and the waterfall of black hair made her skin whiter.

Ah Cheng waited for her to tidy up, and stretched out his hand to her: "Come."

His hands were big, with slender fingers, hooking her fingertips with a seductive feeling.Ah Cheng is a man who can make people drunk from his fingers.And his smile, like red wine hanging on a glass, will make people addicted.

He stretched his arms around her waist, and lightly pressed her against his arms, and the hand that made her so touching circulated on her back.

"You don't need to be so close." She tried to push him away, but she felt his laughter coming from her chest: "You did it on purpose!"

Suppressing his laughter, he led her into the dance regardless of her resistance.

Tango, the melody is bright and intense, with a kind of passion towards death, just like moths to a flame.She hadn't heard the song Ah Cheng changed, but her dance steps kept up with him, dancing freely.

The ground was covered with a soft carpet, and she stepped on it with bare feet, and the chill flowed upwards from her calf, so she had no choice but to stick her whole body against his body, absorbing all the warmth.His leather shoes brushed past her feet, wrapping her in the cold and making her shiver slightly.

"Do you know the name of this song?" He asked in her ear.She adjusted her pace to the tight rhythm and shook her head slightly.

""Chase"."

"What this song says is what is expected but not attainable."

"That woman has been chasing her all her life, but in the end it was just a dream." Ah Cheng looked at her with tender eyes: "But she didn't know, she was intoxicated in the dream, thinking that he would love her."

The sudden welling of tears in her eyes caught him off guard.

Man Chun turned her head, pressed her face against his, and asked softly, "I'm not dreaming now, am I?"

She exhaled like blue, tears stained his cheeks along the corners of her eyes, and slid to the corners of his mouth.He took her around in a circle and kissed away her tears: "No."

"Then you...is that you?"

He was stunned.

Is he him?Or, Mingcheng, Secretary Ming, Second Young Master Ming, butler of the Ming family?

"It's me." He held her back tightly with his hands: "At this moment, the one in front of you is me." He put his earlobe in his mouth: "Do you believe me?"

Man Chun only felt his body go limp, and all the cells in his body were awakened, starting from the very end of his limbs to respond clamorously.She grabbed the hand on his right shoulder and put it around his neck, and then kissed it lightly: "You are mine."

He grabbed her slender waist and replied vaguely: "I'm yours."

"You can only love me..." She pressed her chin against him, and looked up into his eyes.Only after getting closer did he realize that he had just finished socializing, his lips still smelled of alcohol, and the smile and drunkenness in his beautiful eyes blended, as if he wanted to drown her to death.

When she became interested, she licked his lips like a cat, until he couldn't bear it anymore, and firmly controlled her slender waist, turning her back.

The dance music is long and intense.

Her long skirt was rolled up, revealing her plump thighs, coiled around his waist.The ribbon on her back was untied, all her strength was concentrated on her legs, her clothes were messily pulled down to her waist, and the scenery on her chest was frankly exposed in front of him, waiting for his kiss.

His kiss plundered the city and plundered the city, depriving her of all breath, leaving her no leeway.The warm lips moved from the lips to the neck, leaving a mark on her collarbone.

"Remember to wear a high collar for tomorrow's dance." He reminded with a smirk.

She freed herself from her confusion, and landed her fist on his back shoulder without hesitation: "Damn it, I still wanted to wear this..." Before she could finish speaking, he blocked her back.

"No." He pulled the ribbon behind her and said, "This dress can only be worn by me."

I don't know if it was because of the drunkenness or because he was pretending to be drunk, the thin lace was easily torn apart in his hands, and the long skirt on his body soon became tattered fabric.

"This dress is a limited edition, you have to pay me..." She acted like a baby.

Ah Cheng put her down on the bed: "Okay, I will pay you."

His kiss invaded again.

"I'll pay you myself too, do you want it?"

She put her arms around his neck and laughed until he pinched her waist and possessed her whole body.

Pleasure and sadness swept over at the same time, she found a place on his neck, bit down gently, leaving a small mark.

"Yes." She whispered into his ear angrily, "The two of us should have harmed each other."

Ah Cheng smiled lowly, and kissed her lips.

The dance music continues.

Then, amidst the beauty, it came to an abrupt end.

"Flowers Falling in Dreams"

Acheng was adopted by Minglou at the age of ten, moved out of the dark alley in Shanghai, and lived in the small bedroom of Ming's house with only a few rags.So he stumbled and started his life in the Ming family ignorantly, and also started to grow up prematurely.

The first time he met Wang Manchun, he accompanied Minglou to find her. At that time, she was no older than him, and she looked like a lady from a famous Shanghai family. When she first saw him, she yelled how this little brother was so thin While calling Ah Qing to bring him something to eat.

When they went upstairs, he sat on the sofa and ate biscuits. After eating a few mouthfuls, his nose was sore and he was about to cry. Ah Qing hurriedly teased him, asking why the little man was crying.He wiped away his tears and didn't speak, but he ate a lot of that plate of biscuits.

He was always like this, dull and obedient.He was used to waking up very early in the morning, and went to the kitchen to help Aunt Hong cook. Minglou and Mingjing always stopped him, and it took him a long time to get rid of the idea of ​​treating himself as a servant.

He has felt their love and compassion since he was a child, but Wang Manchun has never been like this.She treated him as a normal teenager and would tell him a lot about things on campus.They are about the same age, and the topics on campus are similar, and they can't stop laughing every time they talk about it.

Minglou was busy with homework, so Wang Manchun would occasionally help Minglou with his homework, and when she didn't do well, she would look at him with a smile on her face and say, "You can only eat one piece of cake today, and the other piece is mine. "

Of course, usually he can eat two pieces.Occasionally, depending on her mood, give him a piece.

When he was twelve or thirteen years old, he didn't like sweets anymore, but she still liked it, so he deliberately did his homework wrong and used a piece of cake to please her.

The love affair between Ming Lou and Wang Manchun still failed to escape Ming Jing's eyes. Ming Jing was young and vigorous, and couldn't tolerate Ming Lou's love affair with Wang's daughter. In a moment of anger, he dragged Ming Lou into the small ancestral hall and beat him for more than a week. I can't even get up.

Ah Cheng went to apply medicine to Minglou, and seeing the bloody wounds on his body, he couldn't help crying, Minglou lay on the bed, stared out of the window in a daze, and asked him for a while: "Ah Cheng, do you think it's worth it? "

He hurriedly wiped his eyes, dried them on the bed sheet, and said, "I don't know, brother."

"What's wrong with her? I was the one who was wrong..." Minglou said, "It would be great if I didn't know her back then, so neither she nor I would be sad."

Minglou muttered to himself, he listened to him, and began to apply medicine to him. The powder was sprinkled on the wound, causing him to gasp, but he never yelled a word of pain from the beginning to the end.

Mingjing decided to let Minglou and Ah Cheng go abroad to study, and Mingtai made a fuss about going with her, and she agreed.Before he left, he went to deliver a letter to Wang Manchun. It was written by Ming Lou lying on the bed. The letter was not sealed, but two thin pieces of paper folded in half, and he stuffed it in his pocket and ran out with an excuse.

He expected Manchun's reaction in that way, because even he, an outsider, would not believe the contents of the letter.

He said that he wanted to serve the country, and he said that he had a long-cherished wish in his life, but he just wanted to avoid it.He wanted to leave her life completely and let her return to a carefree life, instead of becoming a victim of the feud between the Ming and Wang families.

She deserved a better life.

He was still young at that time and didn't understand love, but he vaguely understood that such feelings were not allowed, and if Ming Lou didn't get away, Man Chun would bear more burdens with him.

She left in the heavy rain, and he ran all the way in the heavy rain, as if all the rain in his life had fallen on Shanghai at this moment, icy cold.

On the day he left Shanghai for France, the winter jasmine had just bloomed in Ming's garden. He packed his luggage, picked one while pruning the shrubs, and hung it on the suitcase.

They left on the ship, Mingtai ran and jumped around, looking around, he and Minglou were standing on the deck.

He asked Minglou if he was still coming back.

Minglou said that if he wants to come back, his belief is here and his country is here, so he cannot leave.If he leaves, what will Man Chun do?

Yes, it's time to come back, she's still here.

He studied painting in France, from sketch to gouache, and then changed to oil painting. Every time he looks at the sunset over the Seine, he can't help but think that if he can really return to Shanghai one day, he must paint a portrait of her.

Because he had never seen anyone as beautiful as her.

When Ah Cheng met Wang Manchun again, it was already [-]. He studied secretly in Frunze for half a year, and then returned to Lyon High School to study. It happened that Ding Jing wrote a letter asking them to come back for the New Year, so he came back and contacted China by the way.

Ming Lou had said early on that he would marry Man Chun when the time came. This year he would receive a Ph.D.

After all, he was still worried about Ding Spiegel's opinion.

Wang Manchun was 23 years old, graduated from university, and found a job as an editor in a newspaper office. The Mr. Wang in his family was very powerful, and the newspaper office dared not lose face.She was still the same as in his impression, with long hair, pure and agile, she didn't look like a spoiled young lady, but more like an ordinary new woman.

She dragged them to take pictures, saying that it had been a long time since they had taken pictures, and that they were becoming more mature day by day, so they should leave such images of their youth.He didn't dare to say much, and looked down at her undoing and fastening the tie on his chest, changing the complicated Windsor knot.

Her fingers were slender and beautiful, moving between his tie, black and white.He couldn't help pursing his lips, and lightly clenched his fists.

After putting on the tie, she looked up at him, amused by his nervous expression, and then stroked his shirt, stretching out all the folded lines, and then let him go to tidy up for Minglou.

He put on his coat, walked to the door and looked back, Minglou's hand was covering her hair, she raised her eyes and smiled, and he kissed her lightly.

He slammed the door shut.

When taking pictures, he deliberately made room for her and Minglou to take a few more photos. Wang Manchun asked him to take a single photo, and he readily agreed, standing in front of the camera with restrained body.Manchun and Minglou stood arm in arm behind the camera, she tilted her head and said something to Minglou with a bright smile.

After it was over, she sat on a chair and waited. Minglou went to buy her fried chestnuts. The photographer came out suddenly and said that there should be another one due to a miscalculation. She took his arm and said, Ah Cheng, I haven't taken pictures with you yet. It's too late.

He has never been so close to her before, her hair is lingering with the scent of jasmine, her lips are tender and tender, her fingers are grabbing his sleeves and holding his forearm.He just felt that he was going to suffocate, staring at the lens of the camera and not knowing what to do.She turned her head to look at him, and said Ah Cheng, you smile, you look the best when you smile.

So he looked into her eyes and smiled.

It was not until many years later that he realized that it was not a smile at all, the corners of his mouth curled up with bitterness, and even the chestnuts he ate later were also bitter.

On the day Manchun was invited to Ming's house, it was snowing heavily in Shanghai. He drove to pick her up and put an umbrella on her head. Every part of her body was expressing joy, but he could only lower his eyebrows and let her Holding my arm so that I don't slip because of wearing high heels.

She said, Cheng, do I look this good?

He said it was beautiful.

No one is more beautiful than you.

The sunset on the banks of the Seine, the aurora at Frunze, and the waves of the Aegean Sea are nothing compared to her eyes.The beauty in her eyes is enough for him to look at him for a lifetime.

As expected.

After all, Ming Lou left again, this time Ming Jing didn't do anything, and the whip was taken out, just to scare Wang Manchun and tell her to leave quickly.

He had been to Wang's mansion a few times, and Ah Qing said that she had been ill for several days and had a low fever, so he asked Dr. Su to prescribe medicine for her, and then asked Ah Qing to send her in.He also said that she couldn't eat, so he sneaked in and cooked porridge for her for a few days.

A bowl of porridge went in, and a bowl of porridge came out. She still refused to eat it, but it was time to leave.While she was sleeping, he opened the door and peeked at her. She was lying on the bed, blending into the thick quilt, and her thin body seemed to melt into the air.

Before he left, he listed Ah Qing's recipes for a week and asked her to follow them. If she still refused to recover, she should go to the doctor.Ah Qing hurriedly agreed.

Mingtang heard that he had taken a chemistry course and passed it with high marks, so he borrowed him to the factory to make a perfume. He said he didn't know how to do it, so Mingtang said, just treat it as a gift for your favorite girl, just mix it up casually .

He said yes, brother, don't dislike me as a layman.Then he hid all his love in that bottle of Mingjiaxiang.

Before he was about to leave, the perfume was ready to go on sale, so he asked Ming Tang for a bottle, and sent it to Wang Mansion together with the letter, along with a bouquet of spring greetings from Ming Mansion.

Every time he leaves, he can only see Yingchun.The tender yellow flowers bloom in small pieces, swaying in the spring breeze, full of vigor and vitality.

And his childhood dream has already fallen into this quietly blooming winter jasmine.

The next few years were quiet and dangerous, and he grew taller again, seeming to be a head taller than her.He graduated from the University of Paris, and has been doing academic work with Minglou, taking part in missions behind his back.

Very short years, but also very long years.Manchun didn't dare to tell Minglou about entering No. 76, so she wrote to him according to the address on his previous letter.

Come and go, 37 letters.Her handwriting spread freely and freely on the paper, touching his heartstrings across the ocean.He suppressed his charming thoughts to respond, giving her advice and helping her out of the quagmire.

We all know the rest of the story.

The fall of Beiping and the battle of Songhu, the country fell into a tragic war in a very short period of time.Minglou and Mingcheng returned to China due to the exposure of poisonous bees, and went to work in the economic department of the new government.

He locked the 37 letters in the box, traveled with him all the way, traveled to Paris, Hong Kong and Shanghai, and finally fell into his drawer in the Ming Mansion.And the appearance of her that he had been wanting to paint all these years ago piled up in a drawer unknowingly.

They meet again, get to know each other, and love each other, and those secrets are finally revealed to the light of day.She hugged the drawer and cried like a child, but he looked at her like he was looking at a dream many years ago.

The winter jasmine that parted in the dream fell to the ground, fluttering in the night of spring breeze.

His rose has already taken root in his heart.

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