Meirou Shengxiang (latest) Author: Su Nuojin
Volume reading 163
, As a younger brother, I can only protect it...
In the winter of the 13th year of the Republic of China, in Beiping, where the cold wind was raging, Gu Mingyue felt the warmth that came from relatives.
Xue Xingze was not as Gu Mingyue expected. After staying for a few days, he said goodbye to everyone and returned to Shanghai. Instead, he bought a lot of new items after going out for a day and asked people to move them into the temporary room. It looked big. There is a tendency to live until the end of the year and then leave.
Shi Xiaoman's husband, Frank, is often away from home. She always stays in Peiping alone. She has neither children nor many good friends. She usually invites a few familiar wives to play cards in the house. Time is to live the three-point-line life of the main house, the main room, and the study room.
The large mansion lacks popularity, so it is inevitable that it will become colder and quieter. But now there are a few more young juniors suddenly in the house, showing a bit more vitality than before.
Frank is a very friendly and self-disciplined businessman. He has dark brown curly hair and gray-blue pupils. He has deep and thin facial features and a tall stature. His conversation is personable and desirable, giving people a trustworthy security. feel.
With Shi Xiaoman's help, Frank agreed to teach Qian Yunsheng how to do business, cultivate all the qualities he needs to be a successful businessman, and frequently lead him to various gatherings, introducing him to important people in various fields in the name of relatives , making him familiar with the upper class of Peking.
Qian Yunsheng's learning ability is astounding. His extraordinary comprehension and precise sensitivity to opportunities enabled him to jump from a young rookie to a handyman in the task at hand in just two months. rookie in business. His language learning is also fast, and his daily dialogue and reading and writing applications in foreign languages are no longer a problem. Even Gu Mingyue has to admire his excellent memory and learning efficiency.
Gu Mingyue herself found a job in a private girls' middle school in Peiping, teaching foreign literature.
The new life is gradually on the right track. As the busy middle age is approaching, the Shi family mansion begins a routine year-old cleaning: the old window paper is removed and replaced with white and brand-new bamboo strips, which are placed on top of it. It is covered with window grilles that imply good luck and wealth. Large red lanterns are hung high in the corridor and under the eaves, rendering a festive festive atmosphere.
In the days that followed, time seemed to speed up. In the long bells of the old Drum Tower, everyone sat around the round table and ate the steaming fresh meat dumplings, laughing and joking to usher in the new year.
The warmth and harmony of the small family almost made Gu Mingyue forget the general trend of the turbulent times.
In the fourteenth year of the Republic of China (1925), within two months after the New Year, Sun Yat-sen died.
As Gu Mingyue knows, the future of this country is sinking into a darker and more chaotic abyss. In the next two decades, war will spread to every corner of this vast land, and fear and pain will be mixed. Blood and tears are deeply engraved in the hearts of 40 million people.
Gu Mingyue stood by the window of the wing with a letter from Shanghai in his hand. She leaned against the edge of the carved painted red window in a thin cotton jacket and carefully read every word in the letter.
This is a letter from the Tang family.
The regular script on black and white characters is clear and elegant, but the content is extremely simple:
Miss Xue Ziqi:
See you in the letter.
A few months ago, I was shocked to learn about the affair between you and Boss Qian. When I first heard about it, I could not help but fill my chest with anger, but after several days and nights of meditation, I felt the courage of Miss Xue, not afraid of being humiliated by the world.
Recalling the fate between me and Miss Xue is deplorable. Although the Tang Xue family had an appointment to get married first, the two of us have different hearts, and it is difficult to agree on one. Now that the matter has come to this point, I would like to explain my grievances to Miss Xue, and I will tell my relatives to return to their own path.
Again, please tell Boss Qian: From now on, don't hate each other again.
Shi Sui
Tang Yingshao's own handwriting
21 February
Gu Mingyue finished reading the letter, carefully folded the letter again and put it into the envelope, placed it in the most conspicuous place in the center of the tea table, and pressed it with a teapot. She picked up the crochet hook and sat on the rocking chair by the window, crocheting knee pads for Xue Xingze while waiting for Qian Yunsheng to come home.
The corners of her raised mouth and the flash of light when she lowered her eyes revealed her mood.
Yes, she always knew, knew it would be such a result. What else can the Tang family do? The current situation is tense, and the forces of all parties are at a stalemate. Even if Xue Heze openly escaped from home and eloped with the actor, although the Tang family was resentful, there was nothing they could do.
The way to send someone to chase him to Peiping and forcibly kidnap him back is not feasible as long as Shi Xiaoman is here. What's more, this is Duan Qirui's world, and the news of the warlords is often the most well-informed, presumably they have already smelled the smell of war.
How could the Tang Xue family be in conflict at this time, the Tang family could only swallow their anger, and the Xue family had to apologize and bow their heads.
This is also impossible.
The afterglow of the setting sun poured into the room through the half-opened window, and the dazzling brilliance of gold shone on Gu Mingyue's body. Her face was calm, reflecting the sunset glow that gradually turned into a warm orange-red light. The holy maiden above, glowing with tender maternal brilliance.
As the sun went down and the lanterns first came up, Gu Mingyue rubbed her sore shoulders, put the knee pads that were finished in her hand together with a delicate purple embroidered magnolia sachet, and then got up to have dinner.
Qian Yunsheng is accustomed to a light diet, and likes to eat soups and waters that nourish people, so the two dishes and one soup on the table are all in the southern taste. Xue Xingze went to visit a friend today, and he will return to Shanghai in two days. The knee pads and sachets completed today are the farewell ceremony.
Gu Mingyue didn't know the fate of Xue Xingze in the original book. She was a little worried, but there was nothing she could do. She could only pray silently, praying that a life as young and splendid as him would not be strangled in the era of war.
Shi Xiaoman had been suffering from a cold for the past two days, and was groggy every day. So for today's dinner, only Gu Mingyue and Qian Yunsheng were prepared in the kitchen.
Gu Mingyue thought that today Qian Yunsheng would rush home before dinner to dine with her as before. But the western clock in the room clunked nine times, and the food on the table was no longer hot, and Qian Yunsheng still hadn't returned home.
The tip of the moon is like a silver hook, and the cold brilliance dyes the night, like a bright lamp.
Gu Mingyue's stomach was howling, and her head was a little dizzy. She couldn't hold it anymore, so she ate the meal alone. She asked the servant to bring the leftovers back to the stove to reheat, so that there would be no hot food to eat when Qian Yunsheng came home.
With a full stomach, Gu Mingyue lay down on the kang after washing up. The fire on the kang at home was blazing vigorously, and the warm quilt made people lie in it, so she was reluctant to leave. She put the letter on Qian Yunsheng's pillow and touched it in a drowsiness. He touched his belly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously swayed into a happy smile.
Waking up in the middle of the night, the letter in front of me was still on the pillow, and the quilt by my side was also neat and tidy. Gu Mingyue put on his padded jacket and got up, got off the kang and turned on the lamp, then took out a book from the bookshelf and stumbled while struggling to read.
This reading is all night long.
In the early morning, when the sky was a little dark, Gu Mingyue dressed and dressed, wrapped a cloak and came to the doorman. When he asked the doorman, he learned that Xue Xingze had not returned all night, and he felt a little anxious.
She asked the servants to bring the chaise longue and the brazier and put them outside the door
Volume reading 163
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