Shanghai Embroidery Lady

Chapter 6 New Year's Eve Covenant
Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, and there are no people on the street, Ye Zijin bought a roll of red paper and prepared to cut some window grilles to decorate the hut.

As soon as I entered the door, I could smell the smell of leeks, and I saw Zizheng making dumpling stuffing, with reconciled noodles beside him.

Ye Zijin hurriedly rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and pushed Zizheng aside, "I'll come, you go and do your work."

Zizheng said helplessly, "Sister, what can I be busy with today's New Year's Eve." He inadvertently caught a glimpse of the red paper that Ye Zijin put on the cabinet, and had an idea, and brought a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, "Okay, I'll do it for you If you wish, I will find something to do for myself."

With a wave of the brush, Zizheng wrote down a pair of spring couplets like flowing water, and before the ink was dry, he held it in front of Ye Zijin, "How is it, sister, is it not bad?"

Ye Zijin looked up, "It's pretty good, but your handwriting is always a little slanted, but you can still slant it all the way to the end, which is really rare."

"Sister, you're making fun of me again." Zizheng pretended to be depressed.

Ye Zijin smiled and said, "To be honest, your calligraphy is strong and strong, and you are worthy of being taught by Mr. Zhang." Mr. Zhang is a newspaper editor who lives in the alley, and taught Zizheng how to practice calligraphy in his early years.

"Mr. Zhang? I haven't seen him for quite some time, and I don't know if he's at home." Zizheng continued writing Spring Festival couplets.

Ye Zijin remembered that Mr. Zhang had been alone for so many years, and the Chinese New Year was strangely deserted, so he said to Zizheng, "Go and invite Mr. Zhang to eat dumplings. It will be more lively during the New Year together."

"Okay." Zizheng answered, and walked out with a pair of Spring Festival couplets.

After a while, Zizheng came back, but Ye Zijin didn't see Mr. Zhang.

"I knocked on the door, but he's not at home." Zizheng looked a little dignified.

Ye Zijin said strangely: "The newspaper office should be closed today, where will he go? I haven't seen any relatives of him for so many years."

Zizheng sat by the window, watching the scenery outside, suddenly fell silent.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Zizheng was startled, regained his senses, got up and went to open the door.

The door opened, and Xiao Xia was standing outside with a plate of lotus root in cinnamon sugar, and he was still wearing the police uniform of the patrol room.

"Happy New Year, sister Zijin, my grandma asked me to give you a plate of lotus root in cinnamon sugar made by her, so that you can eat it sweet to your heart's content." Xiao Xia walked in and put the plate on the table. Smell the glutinous sweetness of lotus root.

Ye Zijin poured a glass of water and greeted, "Xiao Xia, come over to eat dumplings with your grandma tonight."

Xiao Xia shook his head and said, "I can't do it today. I have to go on a mission tonight. My grandma's legs and feet are inconvenient and she doesn't bother to go out at night. She said that she will prepare a meal and eat it together when I finish work. Sister Zijin, come to my house on the first day of the new year. Let's make a meal together." dumpling."

Zizheng stood aside, and half-jokingly said: "Your patrol room is really unreasonable. You don't even let people rest during the New Year. How dare you tire our future superintendent. By the way, what have you been up to lately?"

Xiao Xia took a sip of water and said in a low voice, "I've been busy catching people recently. You don't know that Shanghai hides a lot of communist parties. I only found out yesterday that there is another one hidden in our alley!"

"Who is it?" Zizheng asked.

"It's that Mr. Zhang. I heard that he seems to be an editor of some newspaper, but he is actually an intelligence officer of the Communist Party. If he joined the Communist Party, he just disappeared." Xiaoxia shook his head and sighed.

Ye Zijin was shocked, Mr. Zhang turned out to be a Communist, and had already...
Zizheng's face was a bit ugly, and Xiaoxia comforted me when he saw it: "I don't feel well either, Mr. Zhang taught us how to write, but we really can't get involved with the Communist Party, otherwise we will die! Sister Zijin, Be careful when you go out in the future, Shanghai is not peaceful recently."

After sending Xiao Xia away, Ye Zijin called Zizheng to his side, held his hand and asked tremblingly, "Do you know something? Why do you look so ugly?"

Zizheng slowly pushed her hand away, "Sister, don't make wild guesses, I'm just a little sad to hear the news of Mr. Zhang's death. You also know that he is a good man and he didn't commit any crimes. Captured and executed?"

Ye Zijin shook her head, "I don't know, but these have nothing to do with us, you promise sister that you are not allowed to join any party or gang, and we will live our ordinary lives as ordinary people, okay? "

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Zizheng agreed, looking into her worried eyes.

I eat dumplings for dinner. The dumplings are in the shape of ingots, goldfish, crescent moons, and willow leaves. When I was young, Aunt Zhou would make dumplings of various shapes during the Chinese New Year. It was very festive, and in Zizheng's words, "change your form but not your heart".

There were three sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table. Before eating, Ye Zijin picked up a dumpling and put it in the bowl in front of the empty seat.

"I don't know if Xiaorong is doing well. Does he remember us? It's Chinese New Year. I hope he can eat dumplings..." Ye Zijin's throat trembled a little. Xiaorong, who is there, can come back to eat dumplings together, but after seven years, there are still only her and Zizheng.

Zizheng patted her on the shoulder and comforted her softly, "Sister, it's not your fault. At that time, the two Paihuazi carried me and Zirong and ran away separately. You can only choose to chase one, otherwise we will both be abducted. You have tried your best. I believe that Xiao Rong is still alive, maybe he will come back to find us later..."

"Well, Xiaozheng, you are my sister's only relative now. You must not have anything to do. Promise me that you will be well and not join any gang or party. Don't let me be frightened." Ye Zijin's eyes were bright.

Zizheng held her hand and said, "Sister, don't worry, I will protect you and myself."

The two siblings were eating dumplings, and firecrackers and fireworks were set off one after another outside. The gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the night sky, just like the sky over Yehenala's Dutong Mansion in old years, but the fireworks are easy to be cold, and things have long been human beings. No……

(End of this chapter)