The man was wearing a well-textured dark suit, with a well-defined face with smooth lines, a pair of narrow eyes, and short black hair that covered most of his forehead.

"Is this Miss Ye from Jing'an District?" he asked. Ye Weizhou does live in Jing'an District, but she doesn't know if there are other Miss Ye in Jing'an District, whether he recognizes the wrong person.

She also didn't know whether the man was asking her or Liang Pingzhang or Zhao Ronghe. Just now, Zhao Ronghe told her not to speak frizzily, so she waited patiently for a while.

But the man next to him just stood, as if waiting for her answer. After pondering for a moment, Ye Weizhou finally nodded very lightly: "Sort of." Zhao Ronghe on the side silently covered half of his face.

The man looked at her for a while, and then smiled: "My name is Zhong An, and I used to live in Jing'an District. "Also living in Jing'an District?

The surname is Zhong?...... Zhong An, Ye Weizhou turned his head and stared at him carefully for a while. She suddenly remembered.

Ten years. Ye Weizhou remembered that it was ten years ago. At that time, she was alone on a big steamer and returned to Shanghai to attend her grandmother's funeral.

At that time, she saw Zhong An's first face. At that time, Zhong An was tall and thin, handsome, and quite a bit of a charm that stood out from the crowd among a group of peers.

Ye Weizhou had just returned to China, and she couldn't even speak Shanghainese, and other peers were laughing at her. But in front of her grandfather, Zhong An smiled at her, smiling kindly and beautifully.

So, after coming out of the ancestral hall, Ye Weizhou took the initiative to greet him. But Zhong An, who came out of the ancestral hall, had a cold face and ignored her at all.

Although it was only this time, Ye Weizhou remembered it very clearly. Her heart has been very sensitive since she was a child, and in a way, this trait extends to

"Remembering grudges", although Zhong An is not the only one who has been remembered by her, it is the one she remembers the most.

Ten years ago, Zhong An put on such an indifferent and ruthless expression towards her, Ye Weizhou thought about it, and now it is difficult for her to be polite to him.

She pursed the corners of her mouth, and there was obvious resistance and disdain in her tone: "Really?" Ye Weizhou turned his gaze away and squeezed out a cold snort from his nose: "That's a coincidence." For a moment, the atmosphere at the door of the study became very strange.

Zhao Ronghe also saw Ye Weizhou like this for the first time. She cleared her throat: "Ah, Mr. Zhong, a few days ago I was shopping with Mrs. Wang, and she also talked about you, saying that last time she didn't know whether to pick a cheongsam in sky blue or peach pink, thanks to Mr. Zhong's suggestion, she chose sky blue." Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to make such a splash at the ball. Zhong An smiled slightly: "It's Mrs. Wang's natural beauty." Ye Weizhou was silent.

Zhong An looked over again: "Miss Ye doesn't seem to like to talk very much, working in the customs, everything is good?" Ye Weizhou raised his eyes and looked over, and replied to him completely intuitively: "I don't have to work with my mouth in the customs......" Zhao Ronghe pushed Ye Weizhou with his elbow.

Ye Weizhou originally planned to ask Zhong An how she knew that she was at customs, but under the obscenity of her friend, she reluctantly shut up.

Liang Pingzhang held back a smile on his face and changed the topic: "Mr. Zhong, let's go to dinner together first." Zhong An shook his head: "No need." It's almost all about what needs to be discussed, and it's time for me to go. As he spoke, he had already begun to straighten his blazer.

Liang Pingzhang had no choice but to say, "Then I'll send Mr. Zhong downstairs." Zhong An agreed. At the dinner table, the three of them ate and talked.

From Liang Pingzhang, Ye Weizhou learned that Zhong An has now opened a shipping company, and the company is operating very well.

He came to Liang Pingzhang for matters related to the company's trade.

"Mr. Zhong came to me in the hope that I could help introduce the head of the examination and estimation department. This section chief has some friendship with the military, and many of Mr. Zhong's crew, ships, and goods have been detained in the northeast, and he hopes to use this section chief to transport his people back. Liang Pingzhang said so.

"What about the goods? Bring people back, don't you want the goods?" asked Zhao Ronghe. Liang Pingzhang sighed deeply: "It's wartime now, it's already very good that people can live well, what goods do you care about?" Zhao Ronghe also sighed and added a bowl of chicken soup for him.

Ye Weizhou didn't know why, because he heard that Zhong An had been in a bad mood recently, he was in a very bad mood and ate a whole bowl of white rice.

- After dinner, it suddenly rained heavily. Ye Weizhou simply stayed at Zhao's house for one night.

The Ye family and the Zhao family are old friends, Ye Weizhou called back to the Ye family, and they quickly agreed. At night, Ye Weizhou and Zhao Ronghe lay on the soft bed together.

Ye Weizhou was raising his hand to play with a piece of light yarn hanging from the mosquito net, when Zhao Ronghe suddenly turned sideways and asked her, "How is Zhong An?" Ye Weizhou stopped his hand movements.

There were a lot of circulars in her mind, the English newspapers, the delicious snails on the dinner table, and slowly, the tall and straight figure appeared, and the faint smell of tobacco lingering on the tip of her nose.

Zhong An, it's the tall man. The words he said to her were,

"This is Miss Ye from Jing'an District", it is still a questioning tone. In fact, this is not the first time Ye Weizhou and Zhong An have met.

The first side should be ten years ago. At the funeral of the grandmother. I clearly remembered, and remembered it very clearly, but I don't know why, she still asked: "What Zhong'an?" Zhao Ronghe couldn't help but widen her eyes: "The bell of the bell, the shore of the shore." Don't you remember? The man who came to Pingzhang today to talk about things? You don't remember? I played mahjong cards with other wives, and they all said that this Mr. Zhong was born good-looking, could talk, and could make women happy. Zhao Ronghe approached and asked her, "Do you remember?" Ye Weizhou snorted vaguely, not that he didn't remember, but he didn't say he remembered.

"It's okay if you don't remember, but there is one thing I have to tell you," Zhao Ronghe looked at her,

"Why are you talking like that today?" Ye Weizhou held back a smile: "Isn't that bad?"

"Of course not. If you say this, he will think that you are a stupid girl, and he will not associate with you again. Ye Weizhou pouted: "What can I do with him? I work in the tax collection department, and he runs his shipping company, so I can't see him." She muttered in her heart again: Besides, I don't want to meet him.

Zhao Ronghe was very worried: "Weizhou, you always have to get married, if you don't know how to get along with men, what should you do when it's time to get married?" Before you met him, I taught you that you should smile at him, and when you sit down, you can say something fashionable, such as complimenting him on doing a good job and asking him if he likes to dance. She was very unfair: "Zhong An is good-looking and rich, many women want to marry him, but none of them can compare to you." I thought that if you could marry him, then I would be able to breathe a sigh of relief. In the future, even if Pingzhang leaves customs, I don't have to worry about you. But who would have thought that ......" Ye Weizhou noticed something else: "Is Mr. Liang going to leave the customs?"

"You are also at the customs, don't you know what the situation is at the customs now?" Zhao Ronghe sighed,

"Pingzhang is a good secretary, but since the war of the last century, the customs are no longer ours, what can the Chinese people get?" Ye Weizhou loosened the light yarn that fell down, and slowly put his arm on his side.

Zhao Ronghe continued: "Doesn't Pingzhang also write articles on weekdays? A few days ago, he wrote an article and published it in the "Zilinxi Daily". A few days ago, someone from the newspaper came to visit, saying that they admired Pingzhang's vision and literary brilliance, and hoped to work with him. ”

"What does Mr. Liang think?"

"Pingzhang hasn't thought about it yet, he's been sad about it recently, and when he moved today, he broke a vase because he was thinking about something else. Ye Weizhou sighed very lightly, wanting to say something, but the words were blocked in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

Zhao Ronghe told Ye Weizhou something else, saying that a friend of Liang Pingzhang used to be a comprador family, and later opened a cotton textile factory, and now the business is doing very well; he said that the children in the family next door from Guangdong can play Canon piano music and sing "Changsan Scolds the Little White Prostitute"; he also said that the British lady opposite has a child at home, and he speaks Shanghainese better than English...... Zhao Ronghe fell asleep as she spoke.

Ye Weizhou was half asleep and half awake, and thought of a lot more. Regarding her connection and affection for customs, and about what she can do if she is also leaving like Liang Pingzhang one day in the future...... A lot.

- The rain stopped in the middle of the night, and when the sky was bright, it was refreshing outside. According to custom, Ye Weizhou got up early, and when she was eating breakfast, she heard someone go upstairs.

She ate her breakfast intently. The man walked across from her, and when he could see it clearly, he was surprised

"Yo" said: "Weizhou, why are you here?" Ye Weizhou remembered this voice, it was Zhao Tianqing, Zhao Ronghe's younger brother.

At the beginning, Ye Weizhou and Zhao Tianqing took classes together at Shanghai Tax College. However, Zhao Tianqing is keen to see beautiful girls and participate in various societies, while Ye Weizhou only cares about studying seriously, so the relationship between the two is not close, and the relationship is barely strong, which is enough to support the conversation and get along.

After graduating from school, both of them entered the Jianghai Customs. If Ye Weizhou is not mistaken, Zhao Tianqing should be in the inspection and estimation department, and often skips work to take leave.

Hearing what Zhao Tianqing said, Ye Weizhou swallowed the white porridge in his mouth unhurriedly, and then spoke: "I came last night, and Lotus invited me to dinner." "Zhao Tianqing

With an "oh" sound, he sat down across from her. Ye Weizhou ate very well. Zhao Tianqing stared at her for a while, didn't think much about it, only naturally stretched out his hand, took a bun from the plate in front of Ye Weizhou, brought it to his mouth, and took a big bite.

Ye Weizhou's gaze followed the bun and fell on Zhao Tianqing's face. She gave a tangled little expression.

Zhao Tianqing felt strange: "What are you watching me do?" He speculated: "Do you want to eat this bun too?" I will share half of you?"

"I don't know what to say," Ye Weizhou's expression was very complicated,

"Because the bun you are eating fell to the ground just now......" After a pause, Ye Weizhou's expression became more complicated: "I also accidentally stepped on a ......" Zhao Tianqing, who had already eaten most of the buns, glanced at Ye Weizhou and then at the buns.

He's a little bit loveless. On the other side, after waking up, Zhao Ronghe yawned and walked out of the room, intending to say to Ye Weizhou

"Good morning", when he looked over, he saw his brother, immediately

"Yo" said: "Our progressives are back?" Zhao Tianqing was still in the pain of the bun, but Ye Weizhou opened his mouth strangely: "Progressives?"

"Aren't you progressives," Zhao Ronghe walked towards the washstand in the other direction, his voice getting farther and farther away,

"This kid, these days I went to the capital for a meeting, and said that I want to defend the domestic textile industry......" Ye Weizhou looked at the opposite side.

Zhao Tianqing, who was on the other side, finally calmed down, and even behaved very aggressively: "My sister doesn't understand, don't you still understand? What is the situation of the Northeast Tianjin Customs now? How many textile factories in China are not doing well and are on the verge of bankruptcy? I am not fooling around." 'Progress' is also a good word, but now it seems like a sarcasm. As he spoke, he was filled with righteous indignation, and was about to take a bite of the bun, but as soon as he lowered his head, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and he couldn't get his mouth in the end.

Zhao Tianqing put the bun on the table. After washing his face, Zhao Ronghe turned around and said, "Who is sarcastic about you? It's just that it's useless for you to participate in this meeting, who will listen to you? If you want to really help, you might as well donate your private savings to the textile factory." Zhao Ronghe walked to Zhao Tianqing's side, and then said: "Have you eaten early? If you haven't eaten it, you can eat some, and after you have eaten, you should go to the customs." If you don't go, your brother-in-law won't be able to keep your position. After two days of work and eight days off, where is there a staff like you?" After a pause, she told again: "Also, you go with Weizhou and take care of Weizhou more on the road." Zhao Tianqing responded one by one.