Shili Yangchang

Early the next morning, Matthew rushed to the Licha Hotel worriedly, and hurriedly asked after entering the door: "Al, are you okay?"

Al was shaving his face and saw his younger brother anxious in the mirror. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter, Matthew? You lost your job?"

"Are you not injured?" Seeing Al's normal appearance, Matthew felt relieved. "I just read today's newspaper. There was a shooting at Paramount last night, weren't you there?"

"I'm fine," Al wiped the foam off his face, "I'm not the killer's target."

"The newspaper said that only one Chinese died. It's great that you're fine!" Matthew breathed a sigh of relief, "What's going on?"

Al dried the razor and put it away, turned to Matthew and said, "Let's have breakfast together, let's talk slowly."

Going down to the restaurant, Al chose the table where he sat when he met Wang Yao last time, and Matthew sat opposite him.Al gave a general account of what happened, but omitted the part where he rescued Wang Yao.

"A dancing girl? Who is she?" Matthew asked curiously.

"A smart little elf, no one can catch her," Al said casually, tearing open the hot meal bag as he spoke.

Matthew lowered his head to drink his coffee, then raised his head as if remembering something, and said, "Al, I have some bad news: Miss Kirkland ran away from home."

Al continued to eat his meal bag without looking up: "And then?"

"He left a letter saying that he didn't want to accept a ridiculous marriage." Matthew considered his vocabulary, but Arthur's letter actually said "disgusting marriage".

"That's the most sensible thing he's ever said." Al shrugged.

"But now that he's missing, the Kirkland family asked us to find him and let you fulfill your 'fiancé's responsibility'." Matthew said helplessly.

"That spoiled young lady can't run very far," Al didn't care, "if he doesn't want to starve to death, he will come back by himself in a short time." He picked up his coffee cup, his clear blue eyes sparkling: " Matthew, I have a new plan: I want to buy a house in Shanghai."

"Are you planning to settle in Shanghai?" Matthew looked at his brother in surprise.

"The business here is developing well. I will stay in Shanghai/Shanghai most of the time in the past few years, so I want to settle here first." Al drank the coffee and put the cup back on the saucer. A Chinese youth with long hair. If he stays in Shanghai, there will always be a chance to see him again, right?

Gangzai walked through the narrow alley with a bag of herbs, and the smell of braised pork was everywhere. Outside the concession, this Chinese-style human fireworks were everywhere.Turning the corner, suddenly a person came towards him, Hong Kong couldn't dodge in time, and bumped into the person.

"Damn it!" A low curse was spoken in English.

"Foreigner?" Gangzai was startled and froze in place.Most of the foreigners in Shanghai/Shanghai are concentrated in the foreign concessions. Outside the foreign concessions, although Westerners with high noses can be seen from time to time, they will never appear in such remote alleys, because foreigners hate smoky cooking. rice smell.

"It's a dead end inside, don't get into it!" Gang Zai shouted at the foreigner in English, and the man turned his head, revealing a pair of emerald green eyes.

"Where do you want to go? Lost?" Gangzai asked blankly.

The foreigner turned around and took off his low hat, revealing his blond hair.This man was tall, very young, well dressed, and possessed an aristocratic air that most foreigners did not possess.

"I don't know where to go, I just know that I don't want to stay at home." The foreigner whispered.

"Why?" Hong Kong asked.

"I don't want to get involved in a bad marriage!" The foreigner looked disgusted.

Gang Zai immediately thought that this person probably wanted to escape the arranged marriage: "Is it a woman you don't like?"

"It's worse than that!" the foreigner exclaimed excitedly, "They made me pretend to be a woman to marry an American bastard! How can I accept such a thing? I'd rather starve to death than pretend to be a woman!"

"You don't have to pretend to be a woman, you are just a timid woman!" Gang Zai said coldly.

"What do you mean?" The foreigner glared at Aberdeen angrily.

"Running is a woman's way," Gangzai puffed up his chest. "My job is to play a woman on stage, but off stage, I'm a [-]% man. If you want to be a man, you have to deal with yourself. problem." After speaking, he walked away in a cool stride.

"Hey, wait a minute!" the foreigner shouted behind him, "My name is Arthur, what's your name?"

"Kang Zai." Gang Zai turned his head, his usually expressionless face seemed to stretch a little.

Just after singing "Daiyu's Burial of Flowers", Wang Yao stepped off the stage and covered his left shoulder. In order to prevent others from discovering his gunshot wound, he had to let Gangzai go out to buy medicine.The martial arts performance was unbelievable. Fortunately, the injuries on the face were not too prominent, and even less obvious after putting on makeup, so Wang Yao began to sing Zhengdan again.

I never thought that I would meet Wanwan again under such circumstances. It seems that Wanwan didn't recognize him at all, and it's no wonder that he was dressed... But why would Wanwan be with a Japanese man?A wave of disgust filled Wang Yao's heart. He only hated the Japanese. He fled to Beiping all those years ago because he killed a Japanese. "Maybe you can ask Al", this idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and he was surprised, he actually thought of that American!Moreover, when he thought of Al, his face burned for no reason. He had hoped that he would never see Al again, but now he felt a little bit of anticipation.

Al only appeared off-stage once, and apparently he doesn't like Beijing opera.In order to avoid being exposed, Wang Yao can no longer go to the Licha Hotel to look for him, but in order to find out about Wanwan, maybe he should take a risk.He wouldn't admit it to himself, but the faint hope that he might see Al again warmed his heart.

Suddenly a little trickster called Wang Yao, saying that a foreigner wanted to see him.Wang Yao ran out without even thinking about it. This was impossible in the past. He always refused to deal with any foreigners.When he saw the visitor, Wang Yao's excited mood fell to the bottom, it was not Al.

"It seems that you are very disappointed, Yutangchun." Ivan said with a smile.

"Just call me Wang Yao." Wang Yao smiled politely, and he recognized the man in front of him as the man who lent him his shoes and scarf.

"Wang Yao, who are you expecting?" Ivan smiled incomprehensibly.

Wang Yao remembered what happened in the corridor of Paramount, and sincerely thanked him: "Thank you for letting me go last night, but I can't return the shoes and scarf to you, how about paying the price?"

"I don't remember what I did for you to be thankful for. As for those two things," Ivan smiled ambiguously, "I'm afraid you left them all in Mr. Jones' bedroom!"

Wang Yao's face was hot: "As you can see, I am actually a man."

"Mr. Jones has as many male lovers as female lovers!" Ivan narrowed his eyes dangerously, "That's how you can leave safely, isn't it? But I advise you to take care of yourself, you won't be so good every time luck."

Wang Yao's eyes widened suddenly, looking at Ivan's handsome face exuding a dangerous aura.But Ivan restored his ambiguous smile in an instant: "I'm very glad to see your beautiful side again. Today's scene is really good—it's as good as last night's." Ivan lowered his voice in the second half of the sentence and heard it in Wang Yao's ear. While speaking, the warm breath swept over Wang Yao's ears, causing him to tremble.

Leaving the theater in a good mood, Ivan took the initiative to go to the Licha Hotel to find Al. When he learned that Al had not returned, he waited patiently in the hotel for nearly two hours.

When Al returned to the hotel, he heard that someone had been waiting for him for so long. At first he thought Matthew was here again, but he couldn't help being surprised when he saw Ivan, and then put on a provocative smile: "Mr. I am really flattered to see you here!"

Ivan was unmoved and kept his usual smile: "I'm sorry to disturb Mr. Jones! But I want to get back my own items."

"Oh? I don't remember taking your things!" Al gave Ivan a white look.

"It seems that Mr. Jones forgets a lot, so let me remind you with courage: You brought a charming friend back here last night, but you obviously don't know how to take care of your beautiful partner, so I put my scarf out of moral Lend him your shoes and shoes." Ivan said calmly.

"I didn't expect Mr. Braginsky to be so poor that he would not even give up such a little thing!" Al sneered.

"Of course I don't mind giving it to you if it's just ordinary things, but these two pieces of clothing were once worn by that beautiful killer, and they must be stained with his bloody fragrance. I'd like to keep them." Ivan observed Al's clothes with a smile. Unsurprisingly, he saw sullenness appearing on the other party's face.

"In this case, I can't pay you back, I don't like to share the slightest breath of my lover with others!" Al said through gritted teeth.

Ivan smiled happily: "I thought you pretended to be a lover just to help your friends. Could it be that you guys made a fake show last night?"

"You—" Al was speechless for a while.

Ivan stood up with a smile, and put a theater ticket on the table: "If you really want to make a fake come true, I can help you with a small favor—remember, he is the most beautiful woman on stage." Al saluted and walked away.

Al inexplicably picked up the theater ticket, and the time was eight o'clock in the evening the day after tomorrow.