The two were awake, and someone knocked on the car window. The Eleventh Master rolled down the car window, but he saw a doorman in the Yeshanghai Station in white and asked, "You are the Eleventh Master?"
Little Eleven was slightly surprised: "What's the matter?"
The gatekeeper handed over a pink letterhead: "This is the letter Miss Peony asked me to forward to you."
The eleventh master took the letterhead, which seemed to carry a faint feminine fragrance on it. He thought of his cousin's exquisite dress on the stage, the amorous cheeks, cold sweat oozing from his forehead. Lao Luo had a bottom in his heart: "It turns out that this young grandson is the love rival of Deputy Webmaster Qian!"
The Eleventh Young Master ignored Lao Luo's questioning gaze, and opened the letter. Inside was a piece of rice paper from Duo Yunxuan, and a line of familiar running scripts caught his eyes:
Eleventh, after receiving the letter, go to the back door of Ye Shanghai to meet me.
Fiancee, Sun Juanjuan
The Eleventh Major General’s letterhead folded and stuffed it into his pocket, and said to Lao Luo: "Lao Luo, I won’t hide from you. That peony is my cousin. I came to Shanghai from Peiping all the way from Beiping. One of the reasons is that I found it. She, bring some words and things from her parents. Don't worry about it."
Lao Luo shook his head and said, "I'm going back to my hometown soon. What can I do with my heart? I'm afraid that the deputy stationmaster Qian is so hearty! You kid, it's really—oh, I'm old, you young people have you young people. Thoughts."
The Eleventh Young Master took out three pieces of ocean from his body and stuffed it into Lao Luo's hands. Lao Luo declined but accepted it. "I'll go back as soon as I go, and someone will ask, you help me prevaricate and say I'm going to the toilet."
"No matter, it's not the first time I helped you cover it." Lao Luo shook his hand sullenly, "Go, remember, go and go back quickly." Eleventh Master got out of the car and walked around to the back door of Ye Shanghai.
The back door is a way for dignitaries who are afraid of seeing the light. In order for these people to evacuate quickly, the boss of Ye Shanghai opened three back doors to avoid eyes and ears. The Eleventh Young Master was anxiously entering through which back door, and another standing doorman in white came over and said in a low voice, "Eleventh Younger, please come with me."
The Eleventh Young Master followed the doorman into the middle door, up the spiral staircase, and entered a luxurious box. Under the golden light of champagne in the box, Peony stands against the European-style sofa, the makeup on his face has not been removed, and a few peacock hairs are inserted in the bun, which looks coquettish.
Peony took out a piece of ocean from Kunbao and gave it to the person who stood by the door, and asked him to guard it outside the door. She closed the door slowly, and when she looked back, there were already two tears in her eyes. "Mingtang!" She hugged the Eleventh Young Master. The Eleventh Young Master didn't move. He looked at the woman in front of him, feeling strange across the vast mountains and rivers.
Tears washed away the powder on Peony's face, forming two awkward lines. The Eleventh Young Master looked at the still young and beautiful skin covered by the powder, but felt very desolate in his heart, as if he was ten years old in an instant.
"I thought I would never see you again!" Peony lay on his shoulder and choked. "That autumn, the nasty Japanese devils almost wiped out our village. Unfortunately, my uncle and aunt were killed, and my parents... At that time, I was attending normal school and survived, and then fled to Shanghai with a distant relative... These years, you have a good time, I thought, in this life, we will never see each other again, Mingtang, I thought —"
The Eleventh Young Master suddenly moved. He gently supported her waist with his right hand, pushed her away with his left hand, and said, "We won't contact you anymore. Just treat it as a stranger."
Peony looked at him in surprise: "Mingtang—"
"You are the deputy head of the station Qian, a popular celebrity in Ye Shanghai, and I am just a driver now!" Eleventh Master said coldly, "The two of us are destined not to go together."
Peony pushed him away and shook his head painfully: "I thought you would accept me, I thought you would be good to me forever! You said in your letter that you will return my kindness when you come back from Dongyang, and you said'definitely'! I have waited for so many years, but you say that? Do you hate me? You don't know, I also have no way. In the troubled times, I am a weak and lonely woman. If not, how can I settle down? Mingtang, You read, I thought you would understand me."
Eleventh Younger squinted his eyes and looked at her, feeling embarrassed, and said: "We can't meet again, the deputy stationmaster Qian is too scheming, he will kill us!"
"You haven't changed, Mingtang! You are still the cowardly Eleventh Young Master! The subjugation of the country and the family has not tempered you, you are really a fool!" Peony lifted Kun Bao on the sofa and pushed out the door.
Suddenly she stepped back again, looking straight at the door. The doorman at the station had already disappeared, and there were several strong men guarding the door at some point. The deputy stationmaster Qian had his hands behind his back, his forehead violently violent. It seems that he has seen all the scenes just now.
"Mingtang, run!" Peony slammed the door shut.
The Eleventh Young Master didn't know well, took a look at Peony, lifted a chair to smash the back door window glass, and jumped downstairs. Several gunshots sounded behind him. Because of excessive force, his right leg buckled when it landed, and severe pain came, but he did not dare to stay for a second, so he gritted his teeth and limped into the night. A few rickshaw drivers stayed away for fear of getting into trouble. A rickshaw driver who was pulling the lady saw him coming with a gun, and even abandoned the car and fled. The lady was so scared that she hugged her head with her hands. Eleven Shao moved hard with crutches, and gunshots got closer and closer behind him. He thought: Is it really going to die here today? Lao Luo was right, he shouldn't have—