Shanghai Embroidery Lady

Chapter 1 Flower Market Gunshots
In the 20s.

"Excuse me, how much is this?"

As the New Year approaches in Shanghai, the flower market on Haichang Road is very lively.The stalls of flower sellers are filled with flowers of various colors.The red silk dragon bamboo, the wishful silver willow, and the tall fortune hanging in the pot.

"Oh, Narcissus. Forty small oceans." The flower seller said lazily.

In a small porcelain pot with blue and white background, a narcissus stands gracefully, exuding a burst of fragrance.The white petals are wrapped in light yellow stamens, just like a chick just out of its shell.

In front of the booth, the skinny "boy" wearing a homemade jacket and old cotton trousers stretched out his hand, touched the broken felt hat on his head, and took out dozens of small oceans from his pocket.After hesitating for a moment, he said in a discussing tone, "Boss, can you sell it cheaper?"

That was the money she saved for the New Year's purchases after selling newspapers and cigarettes for a week. She planned to use it to buy a piece of cloth for her younger brother to make new clothes. The price of cloth had risen again years ago.

"38, no less." The peddler saw that she was poorly dressed, and she couldn't afford it, so he didn't plan to give up the price.

The "boy" gritted his teeth and counted out 38 small oceans. "Okay, I bought it."

After receiving the flower pot wrapped by the hawker, she seemed to be hugging a precious treasure.This is Aunt Zhou's favorite daffodil. Every Chinese New Year, she will buy a pot to keep at home. No matter how poor the life is, it still has a delicate fragrance.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" Suddenly there was a burst of intense gunfire outside the flower market, and a car rushed in.

The flower market suddenly became chaotic, everyone scrambled to escape for their lives, and all the colorful people were trampled into a mess in an instant.

She was pushed to the corner with flowers and people, and fell to the ground with a plop, but fortunately the pot of narcissus was intact.

She protected the narcissus, raised her head, and found that she had already left the crowd.

The gunshots became more and more intense, and she was so frightened that she clung to the wall and did not dare to act rashly, her heart had already reached her throat.

She had never felt so close to death, and the first person she thought of was her younger brother Zizheng.She was a little scared, she didn't want to die yet...

The gunshots became louder and louder, and the shooter seemed to be getting closer to her!
A few days ago there were demonstrations and strikes, and the current situation was turbulent. Although she often ran on the streets and was quite courageous, it was the first time she encountered such a life-threatening situation.

The gunfire gradually died down.She took a deep breath and was about to slip out of the alley when a strong man suddenly rushed towards her.

The "boy" dodged quickly in fright. The man fell to the ground, his back was covered in blood, and he was shot dead. He still held a box cannon in his hand.

Before she could recover, a few bullets flew towards the wall and hit the wall, her face turned pale with fright.

"Get down!" a voice yelled.

The "boy" was stunned for a second, then quickly lay on the ground with his head in his arms.

The person who spoke just now was hiding behind a cart not far away.A burst of violent gunfire hit, the man avoided for a while, aimed at the target and fired several times.

It was obvious that the other party had a large number of people, and it was a bit difficult for him to deal with it alone. The "boy" saw him slipping out the magazine and was searching for something in his pocket.

"Throw the gun on the ground!" The man prostrated himself on the ground and suddenly growled in her direction, his eyes fixed on the gun next to the "boy".The man looked young, his eyes were dark and bright, and there was a hint of hostility floating in the dark night.

Tremblingly, she pulled out the box cannon from the dead man's hand, which was still stained with dark red blood.

She didn't know why she wanted to help this strange man.Although he doesn't look like a good person, he was the one who reminded himself just now, otherwise the person lying on the ground might be her.

Besides, now...it's simply hard to get off.

Emboldened by her courage, she spotted the spot and threw it low, as if throwing away a hot potato.

Only a few consecutive gunshots were heard, and someone fell to the ground moaning. It must be that the man hit the enemy after catching the gun.

The opponent's firepower gradually weakened.The man stared blankly, staring closely at the deep safety zone.

The "boy" also found that street corner, but his position was much more dangerous than the man's.

The man wanted to run away by himself, but when he caught sight of her who was huddled against the wall from the corner of his eye, his eyes tightened.Suddenly, he jumped over the cart quickly, and rolled in front of the "boy".His body smelled of leather and tobacco, and his back was tall, standing in front of her like a mountain.

"Give me what's in your hand." The man said calmly, he didn't turn around, but raised his gun with his index finger on the trigger vigilantly.

something in hand?She looked at the pot of narcissus and handed him the narcissus.

Life-saving is the most important thing, so do what he tells you to do.Bao Buqi is fighting against gangsters this time, he looks a bit like a Taoist, a small newspaper seller like her can't afford to provoke her.

The outside suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.The man protected her and let her hide behind him.

"Don't run around." The man finished in a low voice, held the flower pot firmly, and threw it outside. There was a loud "cracking" sound, and the flower pot was smashed to pieces. She was stunned.

My Narcissus...38 Xiaoyang...

Before she could recover, the man pulled her up and rushed out, his tall body still standing in front of her.Gunshots kept ringing in my ears, and the finished shell casings fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and my nose was filled with the smell of burning and the smell of rotten flowers.Her heart was clenched tightly, and her mind went blank...

It is less than 30 meters from here to the corner, but the "boy" seems to be as long as a century.When she came out of the panic and dazed state, she realized that she was being dragged and run all the way by this man.

The torn felt hat on his head disappeared, and the braids that were combed up and coiled behind his head were scattered, and his face was unkempt and disheveled.

The man glanced twice, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he regained his composure, with chills and chills in his eyes.

"Go out along this alley, don't look back." The man explained in a cold voice and ran out in the opposite direction.

She was stunned for a second, and after a while, she heard more intensive gunshots from outside.Without thinking too much, she quickly followed the alley and escaped from this dangerous place.

(End of this chapter)