"Have you heard, the good thing for the young master Liang and the second young lady of the Shen family is coming!"

"Young Master Liang, which Young Master Liang is it?"

"There are still a few Young Master Liang, the Young Master Liang Fusheng who came back from Liuyang. The two of them are a good match, talented and beautiful, they are simply a match made in heaven!"

"But hasn't there been a rumor that Young Master Liang has someone else in mind?"

"There are other people, you say Boss Qu? Isn't this a joke, that Young Master Liang is not stupid, what kind of family is the Liang family, how can the actor marry and live in the family......"

"You don't know, Boss Qu has been thrown into prison for a while, saying that he has committed some 'traitorous crime'. ”

"Boss Qu, the crime of traitor, are you kidding, hasn't Qu Jinghong never received Japanese people in the Beiping Theater?"

"I think what a scene the boss of Qu was when he sang in the Peking Theater, how did he end up like this?"

"People are always going to change, eh, don't mention it......"

“......”

The black foreign car exhaled exhaust fumes and drove out two miles from the eighth floor of Wang.

There were a lot of people on the road, and the little citizens in cloth and horse coats walked through the middle of the road with their heads and ears, and the driver, Wang Bo, took out a handkerchief and wiped it on his forehead twice, and the car slowly rubbed forward little by little.

Liang Fusheng sat in the back seat, took out the cigar box, smoked one and put it in his mouth, and was looking down for a lighter, when the sound outside the window drifted into the car window.

His movements froze.

In the middle of the night, he took the cigar smoke from his mouth and clutched it into slag in the palm of his hand.

Uncle Wang peeked behind him in the driver's seat along the rearview mirror, and didn't dare to say a word, but sighed in his heart, both sighing and sighing.

The crowd in front of him was a little sparse, Wang Bo whistled, and the car turned right into a small road, passing a dilapidated theater.

Liang Fusheng unconsciously glanced out of the car window, as if his vision had been burned, he turned his head sharply and rolled the window silently.

The clouds of the past that have dissipated are gathered again, and many things from the past that should have been forgotten in the corners of memory resurface.

He will probably spend his whole life forgetting the early spring of the 25th year of the Republic of China.

......

The twenty-fifth year of the Republic of China, Beiping.

Every New Year, there are always a large number of international students returning to China after completing their studies, and the international students who have returned from studying in Britain, Germany, and France have a Western tone on the ferry back to their hometowns, and when they listen carefully, they are talking about the motherland with internal and external troubles at first sight.

Liang Fusheng got off the ship with a frown, the ship had been sitting for a long time, and it seemed that even the flat ground was dangling in front of his eyes.

He had just stepped into the Liang Mansion with a lambskin suitcase, and it took a long time to return to Beiping, and he was clearly arranged before he had time to take a breath.

The maid at home, Madam Zhang, seemed to be much older than before he went abroad, and she took small steps to put away her coat for him, and urged: "Young master, Madame asked you to hurry up and go downstairs and dress carefully." ”

She then lowered her voice: "Today's cocktail party, it seems that the second lady of the Shen family will also attend. ”

Liang Fusheng raised his hand and wiped it on his forehead, and exhaled tiredly: "Got it, I'll change my clothes and come down." ”

The battlefield is chaotic and the world is turbulent, but these do not prevent the warlords from drinking and having fun.

In the gramophone box in the corner, vinyl records spin leisurely, dance music with a slight noise plays unhurriedly, and men and women on the dance floor hug each other and spin.

Liang Fusheng stood tall in the hall in a suit and leather shoes, his hair combed back, his tie tied into a Windsor knot, and a small piece of snow-white shirt was exposed under the cuffs of his suit. He raised his left hand, straightened the silver watch on his wrist, glanced at it, and with some itchy hands, pulled a cigar out of his pocket and smoked it.

Before he could light it, he suddenly remembered that there were many other ladies in the hallway, so he did not light it, but held it diagonally, and played with a silver lighter with one hand.

Vanity Fair, which is drunk and gold-obsessed, how many people are crowded to get into it, but he only feels irritable.

"Did you learn to smoke when you went abroad?"

Someone patted him on the back, and one hand snatched the cigarette from his mouth along a tricky trajectory.

It was his closed-door friend Yu Shu.

Yu Shu took his cigarette down and looked down at it, pouting: "Tsk, it's not lit." ”

Liang Fusheng shrugged: "Long time no see." ”

I saw Yu Shu hooking his shoulders and holding him: "Who did I say, it turned out that our top students from the University of Lyon have returned." ”

Liang Fusheng is 22 years old and has just completed his bachelor's degree from the University of Lyon in France.

He twisted his eyebrows and pushed away Yu Shu's arm, and said with a wry smile: "Don't be sarcastic about me, others have come to save the life when they return from school, what am I?"

He was called back to marry.

"Are you content," Yu Shu patted him on the shoulder, "The fiancée you were shown to be in your family is here today." ”

"I know," Liang Fusheng pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "I just came back, and before I had time to put down the suitcase, Mother Zhang kept babbling in my ear about that Miss Shen Er, describing her like a fairy." ”

This is not an exaggeration, she is indeed a beauty. Yu Shu rubbed his hands, "Shall I show you?"

Liang Fusheng followed his fingers and looked over, Miss Shen Er was wearing an Indian silk embroidered cheongsam made of woolen material, with light-colored fur draped over her shoulder collar, and a branch of plum blossom on her left chest and heart.

She is white and thin, and her beautiful facial features are covered with delicate makeup, which highlights her elegance and demureness, like a soft breeze and drizzle "April day in the world".

But Liang Fusheng only glanced at it and looked away, and gave an evaluation disappreciatively: "Vulgar powder." ”

Yu Shu's eyes widened: "No, brother, Miss Shen Er is a well-known Shuyuan in the Beiping social scene, where is it cheesy?"

Liang Fusheng raised his eyebrows and gestured with his gaze: "A good and decent Lamei, don't look very vulgar on her clothes." ”

"Okay, well, your young master Liang has high vision, and he feels vulgar when he looks at everything," Yu Shu rolled his eyes and said, "Then you can tell me, what kind of thing is not vulgar in your eyes?"

Liang Fusheng turned around in place, a pair of critical eyes looked around, and his gaze suddenly stopped moving.

"What's wrong, stunned?"

Yu Shu slapped him in front of his eyes, and Liang Fusheng pulled his hand aside without speaking.

Yu Shu followed his line of sight, and saw a slender shadow on one side coming in from the courtyard in the wind and snow, and she was holding a large handful of plums in her arms.