Republic of China drama

The maid placed the new towel and bathrobe, taught her how to use the bathtub and the faucet, and then retreated.

There is an improved foreign shampoo next to the bathtub. Schwarzkopf's shampoo doesn't need to be used like the original one, you have to dissolve the shampoo powder in the water first.

Jiang Wanwan wet her hair with water and lathered it up, then filled the bathtub with water, took off all her clothes, and stepped in.

Warm water overflowed, floating as if supported by something.

Jiang Wanwan squinted her eyes, the early autumn was slightly cool, and soaking in it felt indescribably comfortable.

The surroundings were quiet, only the sound of water when she occasionally picked it up, lifted it to the neck, and finally slid down.

The past that was scattered in front of the bronze mirror is naturally connected again.

The night she fell down in the snow, she was in a daze for an unknown amount of time. Sometimes her body felt like she was roasting in a fire, and sometimes she felt like she was frozen in the cold winter months, alternately hot and cold.

When I woke up, I was already in the Baihua Theater, with the soup medicine in my mouth, and the root of my tongue was bitter.

There are a few servants and maids around her, and the theater doesn't come to newcomers all the year round. When seeing a little girl, she looks like something rare, and her eyes are shining with a smile.

Ask them where she is, answer, Tongcheng Baihua Theater.

It's not Peking.

Jiang Wan wanly went out with her shoes on, the soles of her feet were as fluffy as if she had stepped on cotton, and she had to hold on. She searched and asked all over, but there was no woman in her memory.

Later, the old class leader told her that she passed out when she walked to the gate of Baihua, there was no woman, and he couldn't bear her to die on the street, so he picked her up and cured her.The theatrical troupe is not in vain, he helped bury her father, took her as an apprentice to teach skills, she had to sign a contract of prostitution, swearing that she would never betray Baihua forever.

This is the last way out, she naturally agreed.

Nine years seemed to be just a blink of an eye. On the stage tonight, when Gu Qingying stood up and threw gold, Jiang Wanwan took an extra look. Even if it was a face whose outline could not be seen clearly, she couldn't take her eyes away.

Heaven and earth faded.

There seemed to be a voice in my heart saying that Gu San was the woman of that night.

Jiang Wanwan couldn't look into the circle of red lanterns hanging low, and couldn't look into the heavy shining gold.Everything is just looking at flowers on horseback, only that pretty and charming figure crashes into my heart.

From ignoring the ingot of gold to gritting her teeth and singing, and refusing to step off the stage, it was all done on purpose by her.

She won.

Before she could take a steady breath, she was called to the box, her soft lips were held down by Gu San, and the heartbeat that almost reached her throat made her swing down from the top of the sky, completely awake, and understood what she wanted.

A rootless duckweed like her is madly wanting a dewy love affair.

After staying in the bathroom for almost half an hour, she wiped off the drops of water and put on her bathrobe. The servant girl heard the noise and opened the door to come in to tidy up.

After soaking for a long time, looking down, the fair skin on the body presents an attractive light pink color, and it can be broken by blowing after drinking enough water.

She had just sat down next to the bed when another maid came in with plates and cups.

"Miss San asked someone to prepare the pastries, and said that she will be busy for a while, please wait a moment."

Very detailed, there is thirst-quenching milk in the cup.

Jiang Wanwan didn't want the servant girl to wait for her, so after eating the cake, she drank the milk in one gulp and thanked her.

There is a soft, glutinous sweetness that melts in the mouth between the lips and teeth. It should be the ripe Sanqiu osmanthus seeds hanging high on the branches, mixed with milky fragrance.

Undoubtedly a feast for the palate.

But knowing that Lu Qingying came later, she suddenly became tasteless, her lips and teeth were dull, and she was satisfied after coping with her hunger and thirst.

After tidying up for a while, the two servant girls went out together.

Jiang Wanwan was leaning halfway by the bed, and the bedside lamp was turned on, reflecting the elegant patterns on the wall and the high-hanging foreign clocks.

She also has a clock in her heart, ticking in circles, and every time she turns around, she grabs a handful of sleepiness and puts it in her heart.

In the end, the person became confused, as if his eyelids were stuck, and after an unknown period of time, his head sank and fell back violently, knocking against the wall, and he regained consciousness in an instant.

It was a coincidence that as soon as she sat up straight, a tall shadow appeared at the door.

Jiang Wanwan subconsciously raised her eyes to look at the clock on the wall, it was midnight, and she had been waiting for two hours.

"Are you tired?"

Lu Qingying took off her coat and put it on the Huanghuali chair.

The bright yellow cheongsam is fully unfolded in front of the eyes, and the waist is slightly tightened, highlighting the woman's slender waist and slim figure.

Jiang Wanwan heard a little apology from her words.

There is a subconscious swallowing movement in the throat: "Not sleepy."

This is the truth, from the moment Lu Qingying stepped into the door, the feeling of being held in her heart surged up again, not only was she not sleepy, but she was not sleepy at the moment.

What Gu San was asking and what was going to happen next, we knew each other well.

Lu Qingying sat down next to the bed, looked at the girl for a moment, and smiled first.

"Casual, I won't take you alive."

It seems that he forgot, and the person who frowned and said "It's not worrying to ask someone to shout a second time" is also himself.

"...Well. Third Miss..."

Opened his mouth to ask.I want to ask where she was in that winter in Beiping, and if she was the one who covered me from the snow.

But she almost exclaimed, the bathrobe on her body was picked up by her slender fingers, and her unspoken words were also picked up.Jiang Wanwan was even more flustered, as if someone was throwing a stone hard at the bottom of the lake, causing waves to ripple.

Waiting for the powder on the skin to fade away, the bathrobe was pulled off, and when it touched the cool air, the whiteness of the upper body like a lotus root was completely exposed.

The girl is shaking, perhaps because of the lingering touch of her fingers, or because of the early autumn.

Lu Qingying asked: "Do you like the lights on, or not?"

"……close……"

Darkness is the last fig leaf.

Jiang Wanwan was hugged by her, and the man's warm wrists brushed against his stomach, and they were placed in the fire to roast together from the upper few inches to the lower several inches.

"it is good."

The lights were dimmed, and her hearing became extremely sensitive in the darkness. She felt the movement of Lu Qingying, and the look in her eyes was shattered.

This was the first time in my life, never experienced such a scene, I couldn't stand it anymore, my body felt hot as if it was set on fire.

She is the water-soaked silk, twisted so that water splashes out.

Lu Qingying is the guide, comparatively speaking, she is much more skilled in this kind of thing.

The wave was wrapped in the sea breeze and came again, Jiang Wanwan wanted to meet it, but was avoided by Lu Qingying.

"Wait." Lu Qingying estimated in his heart, "It's not enough."

A sound slipped out of Jiang Wanwan's throat, like a sob.

She raised her head, bit her lower lip, and thought of what was sung in the opera for no reason.

"Merry doesn't cost thousands of dollars to buy,

The moon moves, the flowers and shadows and the jade people come,

Tonight, the debt of lovesickness is settled,

A couple called heart. "

It's a pity that it's neither a lover nor a couple, and it's a pity that I can't sing all the opera words.

Lu Qingying said: "I sent all the maids away, if you can't help it, just let go and shout."

In the next second, she turned a river of spring water into chaos, and the birds chirped on the branches outside the window in shock.Even though it is autumn, if you listen carefully, it is still accompanied by the occasional sound of one or two cicadas.

In the black silence, the girl's expression was vaguely not very good-looking.

Lu Qingying lowered her head, and her voice followed her movements: "Does it hurt?"

The words are like mellow jade beads, and the voice is hoarse, perhaps because of strong love and lust.

Just these two very easy words made Jiang Wanwan's eyes heat up, and tears swirled in her eyes.

She vaguely recalled the two years of studying drama.

When she first joined Hundred Flowers, she was the youngest among all of them, but as an apprentice, she was the oldest one learning opera.

At first, she was very talented, but the old team leader said that her waist and legs were not strong enough, so she had to practice more.When practicing, he is merciless, doing splits, pressing legs and somersaults, and if he can't learn it a few times, he will hit it.

Jin Zhi intentionally made things difficult for her, taught her wrong moves, and after being found out, sued her in a different way, and falsely accused her of doing bad things.

So Jiang Wanwan was often beaten for unknown reasons, lying on the bench, the stick fell on the delicate skin, the so-called pain of being ripped apart, mixed with blood and sweat.

From the lying position, you can see the old tassel tree in the backyard. When it blooms in early summer, it is covered with snow, which is very spectacular.

Watch the little birds stop on the branches, chirp a few times, and then fly away.She has experience. When she was beaten, she stared at one place, and the pain was relieved.

But at the most severe time, she was still beaten until she fainted, half dead until she opened her eyes at night, the courtyard was empty and she was the only one left.

Reluctantly dragging his body back to the room, the small white porcelain bottle containing the medicine was placed on the bedside.

It must have been given by Mu Qing, except for senior brother, no one will help her with the consequences of offending the master and Jin Zhi.

The clothes on the buttocks were turned into rags, sticking together with the flesh and blood, and he tore it apart by gritting his teeth forcefully. The white medicine powder shook on the wound, and the feeling was more painful than being beaten.

The pain of practicing martial arts, the pain of being beaten, and the consistent pain of wandering.

No one ever asked her if it hurts.

"It doesn't hurt..."

"Huh? Really?"

Lu Qingying was no longer polite, she took her apart and sewed them up again, threw her into the clouds and then threw her to the bottom of the valley. The soft white of the girl's body turned into deep and shallow pink again, and her body was stimulated and curled up into petals that were not fully opened.

Jiang Wanwan's breathing suddenly became heavier, and she let out a few broken murmurs. She was like a firewood that had been silent for a long time, and when it touched a spark, it ignited from head to toe.

Judging by the reaction, it really seems that he has never followed anyone else.

"Are the pastries still to your liking?"

In the afternoon, she and Xiang Xing pretended to be a fake couple, but in the evening, there was another problem with the account.The shop left to her by Aunt Lu Qingying is mainly for department stores, selling small items. She checked it three times, but there were a few accounts that were not reconciled.

She didn't ask the girl to wait on purpose, and she didn't want to wait herself, but she couldn't help it, so she prolonged the pleasure for a long time.

Jiang Wanwan's heart skipped a beat: "Well, it's delicious..."

Ask another question: "What's your name?"

"Jiang Wanwan..."

"Hmm..." Lu Qingying sped up her movements, asking questions one after another, "How old is this year?"

"……nineteen."

Jiang Wanwan looked at the person on her body with slack eyes, the lingering fragrance of flowers turned into a cold fragrance at night, and Lu Qingying's expression had the arrogance of his status, which made people feel a sense of inaccessibility.

In a split second, she seemed to overlap with the figure of the girl from that night in Peking. Even though she knew there was no reason or basis for such speculation, their every frown and frown were so similar...

"I am six years older than you." Lu Qingying let out a low sound, like a sigh, "You are still very young."

After finally grasping that thread of thought, Jiang Wanwan hurriedly asked: "Nine years ago, did Miss San go to Peiping?"

Lu Qingying's movements stopped, she couldn't get up and down, and she was stunned.