The Misty Rain in the Republic of China: The wind and rain are thick and rouge chaos

Chapter 60
These few words are about a lover's story. She and that person are not lovers, but they are just as sympathetic as they are.She searched hard for her in the Shura field in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, but "the girl didn't come".

She didn't come, and she didn't become a tail student.She always thought that she was dead, so An Ansheng raised her child, and An Ansheng married a woman.Until now, until now.

Stretching out her hand to pick up the heavy golden lock from the box, she turned it over and held it in her palm, and saw clearly a row of small and fine characters chiseled on the back of the golden lock. In the winter of [-], a strange but familiar date.

Feng Yao thought that if she guessed correctly, this should be Xiaoxi's birthday.At the beginning, the soldiers came in a hurry and only left behind a small child, but she was so panic-stricken that she didn't even ask the child's birthday.

She didn't know, but Moxi knew, Moxi not only knew, Moxi also knew what she didn't know.Moxi told her everything she knew, so that the child would have no more secrets in front of her.

In this way, one of them is a mother and the other is a son, and the water is thicker than blood, so there will be no quarrels.

Holding the golden lock, Feng Yao seemed to have lost her soul for a moment, she lowered her head and stared at it in a daze.And Xiaoxi saw that she seemed to be haunted by something in her hands, so she tiptoed curiously, pulled her skirt and stretched her head to watch the excitement.Feng Yao didn't pay attention to him, so he became anxious, raised a small hand to hit her hand, and shouted loudly: "Mom, show me!"

After hearing Xiaoxi's call, Feng Yao slowly regained her senses.She bent down and handed the golden lock in front of Xiao Xi, she wanted to laugh, but her heart was beating violently in her chest, pounding, like a god and Buddha descending into her world, the world would vibrate in six ways. Her breath was chaotic and her smile was broken, "Look, it's this..." She touched the big red necklace hanging from the golden lock with her trembling fingers, "Look at it, is it good?"

When Xiaoxi saw a big golden bump, she touched it with her hand, and seeing that it was indeed a big golden bump, she shook her head disinterestedly, "It's not good-looking, mom, we don't play with this, you take me out, let's play it." Go to the park to see the fish, big carp!"

Trembling, Feng Yao put the golden lock back into the box, and caressed Xiaoxi's short hair with her hand in a daze.Without saying a word, she lost her mind for a moment, and then she gave an order through the curtain, "Yulan, go and call the young master, tell him that I have something urgent to do with him, and tell him to go home immediately! "

The big girl agreed outside the curtain, and then ran away quickly.

An hour later, Wan Jiagui hurried back home.Seeing the golden lock in Feng Yao's hand, he panicked a little, it was a panic of surprise, more surprise than joy.Because there is really no place for Moxi in this family, but regardless of the practical issues, he really hopes that Moxi is still alive, such a bright and enthusiastic life should not die so coldly.

That is the master who wants to make trouble, Wan Jiagui is willing to be a bystander, watching her spend her life in chaos, if there is a big mess, it doesn't matter, he and Feng Yao will save her.

That's it, his heart for Moxi, that's it.

Wan Jiagui began to trace the origin of this golden lock, but no one could tell its origin.The gift box was brought in by the old servant at the gate, and according to the old servant, the person who gave the box was a half-grown child who was born, and the half-grown child left after delivering the box, without even a cup of hot tea or a word of reply. Wait.And Tianjin Wei is so big, where can Wan Jiagui find a strange child?
Wan Jiagui was very disappointed, but if he couldn't find it, he couldn't find it, and he had to endure his disappointment.On the other hand, although Feng Yao is also disappointed, she is more hopeful than disappointed.

"She is not a heartless person." In private, Feng Yao told Wan Jiagui, "I don't believe that she will really leave forever. Just wait and see, she will show up again sooner or later."

A week after saying this, Feng Yao and He Songling had nothing to do in the evening, went to the movies together, and then went to the department store together while the night was still dark.Feng Yao took a fancy to a small gold hairpin, the hairpin was in the shape of a butterfly, two pieces of brilliant butterfly wings were made out of broken diamonds, trembling with every step.Feng Yao bought a pair, and when He Songling saw this, she couldn't help laughing and said, "It's cute to wear one of these things, but what's the point of wearing two? Butterflies all over your head?"

Feng Yao smiled and said nothing, indeed, this thing is so shiny and eye-catching, there is indeed no reason to wear it all over her head, so the other one is reserved for Moxi.She thought it over, the hairpin style would not be outdated, it would be suitable for wearing tomorrow or next year.

Feng Yao didn't know that she and Moxi had a good heart, and thousands of miles away, there was indeed such a shining little butterfly perched on Moxi's head.

The little butterfly was shining brightly, and it landed on the black curly hair behind the ear, matching the same shining earrings and necklace.The black hair is curly and fluffy, neatly reaching the ears, and it was done by a white Russian barber.Sitting in the latest [-] Lincoln, Moxi raised her face and squinted her eyes slightly, watching the neon lights flickering and changing outside the car window, like colorful meteors in the world.This is the third year she has been in Shanghai. She came prepared and waited for the opportunity. She single-handedly built a small world, a small world in which she is the king.

The car drove through the bustling midnight, sending her from her mansion into a colorful world.She finally has a home, her own home, the Tang Mansion.Her surname is neither Bai, nor Wan, nor Chen, nor Wu.After going around for several years, she finally regained her original appearance, alone and upright, Tang Moxi.

The property left by Chen Wende became her most solid backing, but she did not rely on this backing to sit and eat.It seems that from the first day she arrived in Shanghai, she started her new life.She is smart, beautiful and wealthy, can play tricks, show loyalty, is willing to endure hardships, dares to take risks, and she is very tolerant.

To endure a knife on the head, to bear the past is a hero.She is a heroine.

Soon, she had new friends of all kinds, both Chinese and foreigners.With friends, there is heaven and earth, and there is career.She straightened out the intricate connections one by one, and she held them tightly one by one.She is not yet 20 years old, but a heart is real gold that has been tempered by fire, and all that can be melted is melted, and all that is not melted is colder and harder than diamonds.

With a pair of eyes on money and people, she is very practical, because she has passed the age of dreaming ahead of time.She has had all the rosy dreams that a young girl should have, and she has woken up from them.

The car turned a corner and slowed down slowly.The building in front is brightly lit, it is the most prosperous place in Shanghai, Chinachem Hotel.

Moxi raised a snow-white hand from the black cloak, lifted up the fluffy and thick silver fox collar, and then gently wiped the lipstick on her lips with the pad of her ring finger. At this moment, she put down her hand, and subconsciously rubbed away the touch of red color on her fingertips——the moment for her beautiful debut has come, and her world has come!

Cars stop and go in front of the hotel, and the sound of car doors opening and closing can be heard endlessly.Her shiny new car is the most show-off.Before the car came to a complete stop, there was no need for the servants to step forward, a group of young gentlemen in suits and leather shoes flocked in, arousing Miss Tang one after another.And a hand steadily stretched out from the crowd, the owner of the hand didn't say a word, first opened the car door, and then stretched his arm to the door, acting as a handrail when Moxi got out of the car.Moxi put on the gloves in advance, at this time she naturally raised her hand to support that arm, and at the same time raised her eyes and swept the owner of the arm forward.

The owner of the arm is also dressed as a gentleman in a suit and leather shoes, with slightly drooping narrow single eyelids. He is Wu Zhiping.

Wu Zhiping was expressionless, and only smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.The smile was a sneer, and it was me who laughed, because I knew that Moxi was ambitious and not a kind person, but I still wanted to serve her and be her lifelong slave.He also wanted to leave her, but he couldn't leave her no matter what.Maybe, just because of her beauty.

The moment Moxi helped him get out of the car, he said in a whisper: "I just talked to the manager Wang of the textile factory, he must see you again, and ask you to go to Boss Huang to help him." Say something."

Moxi leaned forward to get out of the car, then stood up straight among the crowd, glanced at Xiao Wu with a half-smile, she smiled unabashedly: "At the beginning, I wanted to buy a stake in Lao Wang's factory, Lao Wang Wang pushes and refuses, and now he is begging for favors to come to me, and I will make things difficult for him."

Then without waiting for Xiao Wu to answer, she turned to her admirers, a gust of fragrant wind wrapped in laughter, she walked and laughed, and there were English words in the words, very Western style, very modern, Let her admirers never guess that she is actually illiterate.And the gorgeous letters they occasionally receive from her sprinkled with perfume and with flower petals in them are actually from Xiao Wu's hand - in the morning or at night, Xiao Wu is lying on Moxi's big bed, writing in disheveled clothes and listening to her dictation while Moxi was lying beside him, often disheveled.She is not Xiao Wu's woman, but Xiao Wu has become her man.It is her man, and also her shadow, who follows her from morning to night, day and night, is truly like a shadow, more intimate than a real husband and wife.

After entering the hotel gate, the servant stepped forward to help Moxi take off the black cloak outside.The cloak was removed, revealing Moxi's apricot-yellow cheongsam underneath.The cheongsam fits too well, exposing the curves of her chest, waist and back to the fullest, but she is not shy. In this new era, in this big Shanghai, she knows that she is beautiful.

Stepping on a pair of silver high-heeled leather shoes, she swayed towards the big ballroom, and the guests lined up in front of her, because she was the famous Miss Tang, more attractive than a movie star, more showy than a courtesan .

The hard heels hit the floor, and with every step she took, Xiao Wu followed closely behind her—he followed her closely, but then he followed and scattered, and the little butterfly on Moxi's head flashed in front of his eyes. Flash, then submerged in the ocean of clothes and temple shadows.

This is a common occurrence, so Xiao Wu is busy but not chaotic.And before the end of the dance, he finally saw Moxi on a large terrace upstairs.

Moxi put on her cloak loosely, leaning on the railing lazily and looking into the distance.Hearing the sound, she looked back, and seeing that it was Xiao Wu, she casually turned back to the front.

Xiao Wu walked up to her and asked in a low voice, "Isn't it cold?"

Moxi shook her head, and lazily replied: "Just now, I danced a few pieces in a row, and I was so tired that I broke out in a sweat."

Recently, she likes to speak so lazily. The soft and sweet voice is revealed in the laziness. Although it is not her real face, the fake voice is also moving.

Xiao Wu was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Manager Wang, do you really care? He is willing to let you make an offer, and he will take as much as you want, as long as you say a good word to Boss Huang for him, so that he can sell the factory. Keep going."

Moxi replied without thinking: "Leave him alone, hang him for a few more days, this time, I will let him obediently send the money to me, begging me to accept it."

Xiao Wu suddenly smiled, and said softly: "Words of fighting spirit."

Then he paused, and said again: "Don't get too close to the surname Huang, you can't afford to provoke that kind of big hooligan."

Moxi nodded, "I know, I'll be more careful."

After saying this, she continued to look up into the distance, her body maintained a lazy posture, but her eyes were shining brightly.Fengyao has never seen this bustling Shanghai, and Chen Wende has never enjoyed it. She has come to see and enjoy it, but this is not enough, she wants more!
Everything in the past is not counted, and I don’t want it anymore.She is no longer afraid of death gradually, because every time she dies, she has to be reborn!

A gust of night wind swept in, sandwiching sporadic, faintly visible snowflakes.Mo Xi suddenly turned her head to look at Xiao Wu beside her, and saw that Xiao Wu was wearing a straight dark suit, with a pale complexion and a slender figure, but he looked decent and clean.

She looked at Xiao Wu, and Xiao Wu also looked at her, seeing her smiling at herself in the sudden snowstorm, the cloak behind her being blown high by the cold wind, turning into black billows.

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