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

Adjutant Fang coughed at the door, and he reminded in a low voice: "Third Master, it's getting dark, we should go back to Shanghai. You have a meeting tomorrow morning."

The brilliant afterglow shines on the patio, like a koi carp swimming through the dusk with its tail.

Fu Jincheng looked up at Shen Xiuwan for a long time.

He said: "Wanwan, I will come to see you again."

Neither money nor jewelry could move Shen Xiuwan's heart.

Maybe he should think of something else.

The midsummer season has passed by in a flash, and the pomegranate tree planted in the corner of the patio has lost all its pomegranate flowers, and the branches are gradually bent by the plump pomegranate fruits.

It is approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival.

In the living room, Shen Xiuwan put down the phone and said outside: "Mom Yu, buy more vegetables when you go to the vegetable market tomorrow. Yuan Jing is coming to our house to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival. By the way, remember to buy more hairy crabs, Yuan Jing likes to eat them. that."

Across the patio, Yu’s mother smiled and said hello.

Another call came in.

Shen Xiuwan picked up the phone. It was a call from a boss of her textile factory who she had recently worked with. She was a well-known businesswoman in the south. She was nearly fifty years old but very discerning and smart. She said she happened to be passing by Suzhou and wanted to hear about this. Kun Opera, please help Shen Xiuwan arrange it.

This is not a difficult task.

Shen Xiuwan immediately called the owner of a Kunqu opera hall and booked a place for tonight.

Because she is a partner, she also has to go to an appointment tonight to socialize.

The other party specially sent a car to pick her up.

She stepped into the Kunqu Opera Hall and saw thousands of lights in the hall, but could not hear any noise. Although it was a private venue, it seemed strange that there was not even a servant.

"Boss Li?"

She called out.

No one in the hall answered.

With the sound of a clapper, tonight's show suddenly kicked off.

Across a pond covered with lotus leaves, the curtain beside the stage on the opposite side slowly moved away. Master craftsmen were holding various musical instruments to accompany them, and actors with exquisite makeup walked onto the stage, singing melodiously.

Shen Xiuwan has seen this play.

It's called "The Horse on the Wall" and tells the story of Li Qianjin and Pei Shaojun who fell in love and eloped during the Emperor Gaozong period of the Tang Dynasty. The two gave birth to a son and a daughter, but six years later, Pei Shaojun's father beat them up. After that, Pei Shaojun was awarded the title of Luoyang. Ling and Li Qianjin got married again.

All in all, this is a drama about breaking up and getting back together.

On the stage, the actor dressed as a young boy fell in love with Li Qianjin at first sight. He waved his folded sleeves and sang: "The four eyes look at each other, each has his own heart. From now on, this lovesickness will be harmful!"

This young student is a beginner and can't sing well, and can only barely keep up with the tones of Kunqu Opera.

Shen Xiuwan stared at it coldly for a while, then suddenly raised her voice and asked, "Is it interesting?"

The stage fell silent.

The actors all looked at the niche subconsciously.

Adjutant Fang opened the backstage curtain and took a look at Shen Xiuwan's face from a distance. He realized something was wrong and quickly coughed a few times to signal them to leave.

The young man was the only one left on the stage.

The theater was eerily silent, with only the sound of crickets in the grass audible.

Fu Jincheng chuckled, held up his crown and hat, and said hoarsely: "I've only learned it for a few days, and I'm not good at singing. You'll find out."

He was born handsome.

Even the actor's appearance is more handsome and eye-catching than others.

He used to dislike Kun Opera and looked down upon actors.

He remembered that on the year of his mother's fiftieth birthday, the family invited an opera troupe from the south. The second sister-in-law used the opera troupe to mock Shen Xiuwan, mocking her as a poor country girl who had never seen the world.

At that time, he also vaguely agreed in his heart.

He also looked down on Shen Xiuwan.

He believes that Western drama is art, and he believes that Kun Opera, which Shen Xiuwan likes, is just a trick played by the rural grass-stage troupe to please the powerful, and it is nothing more than a low-class thing. So he didn't say a word for her, let alone maintain her dignity in front of the guests.

To this day, he regrets it.

Kunqu Opera is very good.

Shen Xiuwan is also very good.

It's his fault.

He is evil.

He thought, it turns out that it is not that difficult to let go of one's body. It turns out that people who bow their heads for love are not timid weaklings.

He looked at Shen Xiuwan from a distance: "Wanwan, I have figured it out. It was my fault in the past and I was sorry for you. I admit that I like you. I had already secretly fallen in love with you earlier, when Zhou Cibai returned to China. I fell in love with you, I just... just didn't find my heart. Wanwan, can you not marry Bai Yuanjing? "

Shen Xiuwan clutched her bag tightly.

She had never seen Jincheng like this.

but……

She was silent for a long time, and finally chose to turn around and leave.

The moon on the autumn night is reflected on the water of the pond.

The mayfly swept away numerous ripples, and the moon quietly broke into countless ripples.

It's obviously the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the moon tonight is still not perfect.

……

winter solstice.

Shen Xiuwan came to Shanghai to find Bai Yuanjing and brought him newly pickled vegetables and fruits and several drawers of dumplings made at home.

"It's not that cold this winter." She sorted the things into the kitchen cabinets and refrigerator, then paused, "Yuan Jing, your refrigerator is empty."

Bai Yuanjing sat on the chair, raised his head slightly and pinched his eyebrows.

The bruises from staying up all night were faintly visible under his eyes, and his voice was also full of fatigue and hoarseness: "I spent the last half month in the hospital and had more than a dozen operations in a row. I fell asleep when I got home and couldn't care less. Those. Originally there were two doctors in the hospital who were also very good, but they went abroad for further study last month, so I was a little busier."

Shen Xiuwan closed the refrigerator door, walked behind him and massaged his forehead: "Your medical skills are so great and your heart is so soft. You agreed to the operation as soon as they asked you to do it. If you are not tired, who is?"

The woman's fingers are as gentle and delicate as her voice.

The strength is also just right.

Bai Yuanjing was amused by her and laughed.

He immediately opened his eyes: "By the way, my cousin sent someone to give you something."

Shen Xiuwan was puzzled: "Give me something?"

Bai Yuanjing took her hand to the study room upstairs.

In the display case, there is a very exquisite trophy with several English words engraved on it.

He smiled and said: "Second prize at the World Exposition."

Shen Xiuwan was stunned.

After a while, she came back to her senses and said in disbelief: "The "Picture of Female Textile Workers" I sent to the exhibition won an award?!"

"I won this award from the exhibits sent from hundreds of countries." Bai Yuanjing said to Yourong, his tone of voice was doting as if he was praising a child, "Wanwan, you have really caught the limelight this time. This trophy It was sent urgently by my cousin. I think the reporter only learned the news. When it appears on the front page of the newspaper tomorrow, people all over the country will know that your embroidery has brought honor to the country."

Shen Xiuwan's heart was beating rapidly.

She rubbed the trophy.

She never knew that embroidery could also bring glory to the country.

She also thought that embroidery was really outdated, old-fashioned, and unpopular, because that man did not allow her embroidery to appear in the room at all. He preferred to hang Western oil paintings in the living room.

"Yuanjing..." She hugged Bai Yuanjing sincerely, "Thank you."