Marrying a powerful man: The third master is wild and untamable

Aunt Wang took the plate of peanuts back.

The old shopkeeper stood behind the counter with his sleeves in his sleeves, pouting at Fu Jincheng curiously: "Honey, do you understand clearly? Who is this man?"

"Who cares who he is!" Aunt Wang put down the peanuts displeased, "Anyway, the doctor named Bai is not considerate. Isn't it Dr. Bai who cured my old back pain? Oh dear, he's been treating me I lost half of Jindu! If I were Awan, I would choose Dr. Bai!"

When checking out, Shen Xiuwan asked while taking her wallet: "Aunt Wang, how much is it?"

Aunt Wang smiled and said: "Three yuan and two. Awan, you often eat at our house, so just give me three yuan!"

They are all acquaintances in the neighborhood, and every time Shen Xiuwan does business or entertains guests for dinner, they always stay at this small restaurant, so Aunt Wang always likes to give her a small change.

Shen Xiuwan nodded.

Nowadays, the government is issuing a large amount of currency, and inflation and prices are soaring. It is incomparable to the year when she first married in Yanjing. It is normal to eat three to five yuan for a meal.

"Let me do it."

Fu Jincheng stopped her when she was about to pay and took out three yuan in change from his coat pocket.

Aunt Wang's face changed: "Are you coming? That's still three and two dollars, not even a dime is missing!"

Fu Jincheng: "..."

He didn't know where he offended this aunt.

He paid the money expressionlessly and walked out of the tavern with Shen Xiuwan.

It was completely dark.

On a windless night, even the air you breathe is particularly cold and chilly.

The mud path was frozen solid, and in the quiet night, it made a clicking sound when stepped on.

Shen Xiuwan breathed out hot breath into her hands and said, "Jincheng, it's time for me to go home, otherwise my mother will be anxious."

Fu Jincheng glanced at his watch.

It's only seven o'clock in the evening.

He said: "It's a rare trip for me, why don't you show me around?"

He remembered that during the two days when he came to attend the funeral, Shen Xiuwan enthusiastically took him to visit many places.

Shen Xiuwan hesitated.

She guessed that Jincheng's trip to Suzhou was to examine the people's sentiments here, and that he might invest in, open factories and other activities here in the future.

Setting up a factory is a good thing and can feed many people.

With the intention of entertaining him well, she said, "Then where do you want to go?"

Fu Jincheng wants to go somewhere lively and atmospheric, suitable for two people to talk and get along.

Such as cinemas, theatres, dance halls and coffee shops.

So he said: "Go to a prosperous and lively place."

Shen Xiuwan wanted to show him the characteristics of her hometown and said with a smile, "There really is a place that meets your requirements."

She took Fu Jincheng to a Kunqu opera hall.

This is the best theater in the area. The theater is half theater and half garden. It is still open at night. Because the tickets are expensive, most of the people who come here to listen to music are respectable and wealthy people.

Shen Xiuwan walked side by side with him through the quaint corridor: "I know Jincheng you prefer Western drama, but since you are here for inspection today, I always want you to see something unique to my hometown."

Fu Jincheng was noncommittal.

He wasn't here to investigate at all.

He came to see her.

Tonight's show is "The Peach Blossom Fan". It hasn't officially started yet, and the guests are visiting the theater freely in groups of twos and threes.

Shen Xiuwan brought Fu Jincheng into the hanging flower hall and pointed to a long curved willow wood and water-lacquered table: "The owner of the Kunqu Opera House has prepared masks and paints here. Guests can hand-paint opera masks by themselves. Look, the little girl's paintings are very beautiful. .”

Fu Jincheng looked.

An eleven or twelve-year-old girl, probably from a wealthy family, was dressed delicately, wearing two silver bracelets wrapped with red thread on her wrists. With the help of her mother, she was finishing a Huadan mask. Her face shape was somewhat similar to Shen Xiuwan's, with both delicate and small oval faces. He vaguely wondered if Shen Xiuwan had looked like that when she was a child, and she also wore two silver bracelets wrapped with red thread on her wrists.

"Jincheng?" Shen Xiuwan called out when she saw that he was lost in thought.

Fu Jincheng came to his senses.

He has never been interested in handicrafts.

But if you are painting masks together with Shen Xiuwan, that is another story.

He sat down and picked up the brush: "Sheng Dan Jing Mo Chou, what mask do you want to draw?"

Shen Xiuwan had no intention of sitting down.

She had already played a small handicraft game like drawing masks with Yuan Jing. They painted more than a dozen masks in this Kunqu opera hall, and they are now hanging in her boudoir and Yuan Jing's study.

Fu Jincheng mixed the paint, and when he saw Shen Xiuwan was still moving, he raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you coming?"

Shen Xiuwan smiled politely and said, "You draw first, and I'll go over there and take a look."

She turned and left.

Fu Jincheng's hand holding the pen quietly tightened.

Tonight, he accompanied Shen Xiuwan to do many things that he had never done before.

Let’s go out to restaurants together, go out to the theater at night, draw opera masks together...

Two years ago, she didn't know how happy she would be.

Why does she look like she doesn't care now?

Shen Xiuwan stood in a side hall, watching the master clap the board and teach several little girls who were learning opera. They each held lyrics in their hands and sang with melodious voices. Even though they were surrounded by many guests, they were still very serious and focused.

As she watched, her mind couldn't help but drift away.

She used to like Jincheng very much.

When she first married to Yanjing, Yunzhu and the others invited her to coffee shops and Western restaurants. Although she was full of yearning for them, she still refused their invitations.

Because she wanted to go with Jincheng.

She looked forward to going to a coffee shop for the first time, eating Western food for the first time, going to a dance hall for the first time, watching a movie for the first time. She looked forward to seeing the metropolis of Yanjing for the first time, all with Jincheng's company.

She hopes that all the first times in her life will be accompanied by Jincheng.

But she waited eagerly for a long time, but she couldn't wait for Jincheng to accompany her.

The laws of the world are really strange. Now that she no longer has any expectations for Jincheng, he is willing to accompany her to restaurants and watch Kunqu opera with her.

only……

She doesn't care anymore.

Because before Jincheng, someone had accompanied her to see all this excitement.

The play was sung until nine o'clock at night.

At the end of the performance, everyone discussed the love story between Li Xiangjun and Hou Fangyu with great interest. Shen Xiuwan followed the flow of people and left the Kunqu Opera Hall. Listening to the discussions of the people around her, she couldn't help but be filled with thoughts.

She said with emotion: "Although Li Xiangjun was born in a brothel with a low status, she was loyal to the country. After the country was ruined and the family was destroyed, she did not hesitate to cut off her love and become a monk. This courage and mind are really admirable! On the contrary, Hou Fangyu, as a Ming Chen, despite surrendering to the Qing court, actually wanted to stay and fly with Li Xiangjun in the end. Compared with Li Xiangjun, his integrity is really lower than that of Li Xiangjun!"

Fu Jincheng walked side by side with her.

The two of them had already left the Kunqu Opera Hall and walked from here to the main road where the cars were parked. They also had to pass through a quiet path filled with flowers and plants.

It was cold at night, and only the hazy moonlight cast a clear glow.

Fu Jincheng's profile is cold and handsome, and there is a trace of fear hidden behind the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses.

He had always thought that those local operas were just about love between children or sensational entertainment, for those old-fashioned women or elderly ladies who had never seen the world. However, he did not expect that those operas also included tonight's drama with the family. A story full of tragedy related to the rise and fall of a country.

He once looked down on Shen Xiuwan's love for opera. He thought that local opera was much inferior to Western drama. Now he realized that it was his knowledge that was shallow in the past.

The blood seemed to be boiling in his body, and he said seriously: "If I were Hou Fangyu, I would never surrender to the Qing court. If the fate of my family and country comes, I, a Han Chinese, will definitely live and die with my country, and fight bloody battles until the last moment!" (End of chapter)