Peach Blossom Shop

Chapter 19 Abuse
"The 13th year of the Republic of China? Yuyu, which warlord was the commander?" Lin Manlu turned to Zhang Zeyu.

Zhang Zeyu was a little angry and ignored her.Lin Manlu looked at Zhang Yuling, "Wait a minute!" Then he got up, walked behind the counter, and poked Zhang Zeyu, who was sorting the goods, "Yuyu~" with a whimper, making him feel sick.

Zhang Zeyu looked up at her angrily, "Aren't you receiving guests? What do you want from me?"

"Are you angry?" Lin Manlu carefully poked Zhang Zeyu again, "I really just asked, I won't answer."

Zhang Zeyu looked at her, "Every time you say this, you are soft-hearted and meddle in other things. Obviously, you were able to return to your original body 200 years ago, and it has been delayed for so many years because you have always been like this. What do you want me to do?" Say you are fine!"

Lin Manlu didn't speak, moved his finger from Zhang Zeyu's arm to the back of his hand, and nodded.

Zhang Zeyu saw her like this, a trace of helplessness flashed across his handsome face, he grabbed Lin Manlu's fingertips with his backhand, and said in a low voice, "Business that cannot be accepted is absolutely not allowed, do you understand?"

Lin Manlu nodded, raised his eyes and asked in a low voice, "Then are you still angry?"

Zhang Zeyu held her whole hand, and stared at her with peach blossom eyes, "If you make less trouble, I won't be angry all the time."

Lin Manlu blushed and nodded, "I, I'll do my best." As he spoke, he pulled his hand vigorously, and after several times, he managed to escape from the warm palm.

Xiao Hua covered her eyes and stood shyly beside Zhang Yuling, looking at the two people at the counter through her fingers.Zhang Yuling was on the side, sighed softly, and said with a smile, "It's really enviable!"

"Auntie, what are you envious of?" Xiaohua turned her head and asked after hearing the sound.

Yang Yuling didn't answer the question, she looked at Xiaohua with a smile, "Why do you call me auntie? I look so young?"

Xiaohua blinked in confusion, "But... haven't you ever given birth to a child? The boss said that women who have given birth to children should be called auntie."

Lin Manlu came out from behind the counter and smiled at Yang Yuling, "This kid is a bit dumb, so ignore her."

Yang Yuling smiled, didn't mind at all, leaned over to look at Xiaohua, and said, "Little baby, how do you know that I have given birth?"

Xiao Hua glanced at Lin Manlu, saw her nodding, and then smiled and replied, "Well, Auntie, your pelvis is very big! Even though you are wearing a skirt, Xiao Hua can still see it."

"Oh, that's it!" Yang Yuling covered her mouth and chuckled, "I did give birth to a child. When I died, there was a girl who was younger than you, only 3 years old."

Xiaohua tilted her head, and began to gesture with both hands, "How old is 3 years old? Is it this old?"

Yang Yuling covered her mouth and laughed straight away. Lin Manlu stood beside her and saw that she didn't have the venomous expression of a ghost who died in vain. She felt strange, and became more curious about Yang Yuling's matter, so she simply sat down and said, "Yang Yuling, you said you were forced to slit your wrists to death, right?"

Yang Yuling turned around and faced Lin Manlu, showing a demure look again, and nodded, "Yes, I lost too much blood."

Lin Manlu pulled Xiaohua over, rubbed her little bun, and said, "If you want, tell me your story. If I can't accept your business, there's nothing wrong with listening to it."

Yang Yuling smiled and lowered her eyes, and lightly blessed Fushen, "Thank you, girl." Then, she began to tell her own story in her unique voice that was as slow as flowing water.

In the 13th year of the Republic of China, it was Duan Qirui who became the president of the Republic of China. This era was full of wars, the people were in dire straits, and the world was in chaos. However, although there was chaos everywhere, some people shed blood and some sacrificed, there were still some places where the truth was covered up. The singing and dancing of the city is peaceful, the traffic is heavy, and the bustling scene is prosperous.

For example, in City S in 1925, in the Anglo-French Concession, whenever night fell, it was the first time when the lights came on.The neon lights of the bar will light up, and the flashy singing of the singers will resound throughout S City, making it very noisy and luxurious.

However, all of this has nothing to do with Zhang Yuling. At this time, she is just a housewife in S city with a child at home. She only goes to such extravagant places when she accompanies her husband to banquets. Zhang Yuling knows that her husband is still outside. There are a few women, but when attending formal occasions, this man who cares about face will still bring his own lady in the middle room with him.

That night, it seemed to be a reception to celebrate an agreement signed by President Duan with the Japanese military. The dignitaries of the entire S city would be there. Naturally, Yang Yuling's husband would not be left behind. He left his daughter at home to be taken care of by the nurse. Then he took Yang Yuling to the most luxurious Yuelai Hotel in S City to participate in this grand celebration banquet.

At the banquet, Yang Yuling habitually sat in the corner, waiting for her husband to dance and socialize with the important people who should be socialized before going home. She was thinking about whether her daughter will be good at home tonight. She didn't cry, but when she was eating something for dinner, she heard the sound of sonorous footsteps coming from her side, Yang Yuling was taken aback for a moment—it was the sound of military boots falling on the marble floor tiles.

"Madam, sitting here alone?" Yang Yuling looked up, and saw a man in a Japanese military uniform speaking blunt Chinese, leaning over to look at her with a smile.

Yang Yuling was stunned and didn't know how to answer for a while, so she hid back in fear.

"Bold! The chief asked you something! Answer well!" Behind the Japanese man stood a thin man with two hairs, and immediately came up to scold Yang Yuling.

Yang Yuling was startled, she spilled the drink in her hand, stood up hurriedly, and looked towards the dance floor in panic, hoping that her husband would find this place as soon as possible and save her from the siege.

"バカ! (pronounced baka, Japanese, meaning bastard. Cough cough, the first two words of Baga Ya Road that we often say in Chinese.)" The Japanese military uniform slapped the thin man with his hands, "Get out!"

"Yes, yes! Commander, tell me, tell me!" The slender man covered his face, still obsequiously bowed down to apologize, and retreated behind the Japanese man.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" The Japanese man turned a smiling face again, looked at Yang Yuling, took out a white handkerchief from his military uniform pocket, and handed it to Yang Yuling.

Yang Yuling took it over at a loss, looked at the thin man behind the Japanese man, saw the man glaring at her viciously, and immediately said in panic, "Thank you, thank you Majesty."

The Japanese man said with a smile in what he thought was a very kind tone, "Madam, please be polite." After speaking, he sat across from where Yang Yuling was originally sitting, and stretched out his hand, "Madam, please sit down."

Yang Yuling grabbed the handkerchief, and looked anxiously at the dance floor, but saw her husband hugging a heavily made-up courtesan. The two of them didn't know what they were talking about, and they almost hugged each other with smiles, completely ignoring the situation. situation.

Yang Yuling had no choice but to sit down, pressing her hands on her knees nervously, not daring to raise her head.

"I, my name is Tatsuya Sato, can you tell me your wife's name?"

This Japanese man's Chinese is not bad, at least Yang Yuling understood what he was saying, knowing that he couldn't hide, she could only forcefully hold her fingers and whispered, "Yang, Yang Yuling."

"Yang, Yu, Lin?" Sato Tatsuya repeated every word, and then asked with a smile, "What's the word? Madame, can you write it for me?"

Yang Yuling didn't even dare to take a breath, she nodded, and was about to ask the waiter for a pen and paper, but Sato Tatsuya waved the waiter away, and said with an inexplicable laugh that made Yang Yuling chill all over. , "Ma'am, is it written on my hand?" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand without refusal.

Yang Yuling stared wide-eyed at the Japanese man in front of her, and stretched out her hand tremblingly, just as she touched Tatsuya Sato's palm, he grabbed it.

(End of this chapter)