The remnant snow condenses the cold painting screen, and the plum has been three more when she hears the flute. No one is anywhere.

I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know what is going on with tears. The sound of broken intestines recalls his life.

- Nalan Xingde, "Huanxi Sand"

At the beginning of June, Shanghai entered the rainy season.

It rained for several days, and there were few sunny days. Shanghai has a humid climate, and during the rainy season, the air in the house is cool all day long. Fortunately, summer is coming, and it can't be cold after all.

It was raining lightly outside the window, Su Qingwan lifted the thin blanket on her body, carefully put down the objects she was embroidering, and got up and walked to the door. But before I arrived, a voice came from outside the door, "Miss has something to order?"

Su Qingwan stopped and replied gently, "Chunsheng has been downstairs for a while...... "Miss don't worry, I'll call Miss Chunsheng up." ”

Su Qingwan smiled faintly and replied politely, "I'm tired." There was no sound outside the door.

Su Qingwan turned around and walked back slowly. As soon as I looked up, I was greeted by a whole piece of greenery wrapped in the rain curtain outside the window, vigorous and transparent, and full of ease.

Su Qingwan watched quietly, and her thoughts gradually drifted away.

She's been here for two months.

She didn't know the exact location of this place, only that it seemed to be a private residence of the Li family in Shanghai. After Su Jinfeng brought her back from Zhouzhuang, she settled here.

She thought to herself, in fact, it might be better to live her life peacefully, and the power of the past should have passed...... I don't see him, and I don't think about him, after all, he deserves a better woman. As for her, time has the power to erase everything......

There was a sound at the door, and Su Qingwan turned around and saw Chunsheng entering the door. Seeing that her hands were empty, Su Qingwan already had a general understanding.

Chunsheng looked unhappy and complained as he walked, "Miss, they took the newspaper again." ”

I'm afraid that they will be cut off from the outside world. Chunsheng thought angrily, turned around and sat on the chair, frowned and continued, "I passed by the kitchen this morning, and I heard those rice wives gather together and break their mouths, saying that the war in Guangdong has not stopped these days......"

When Su Qingwan heard this, her brows couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Miss, two days ago the newspaper also said that Henan has also started to fight. Chunsheng lowered his voice as he spoke, "I don't know how many stable days there are to live......

Although Su Qingwan was also uneasy in her heart, she still comforted Chunsheng softly, "Don't worry too much, Shanghai is different from other places." ”

By noon the rain had gradually stopped, and the dark clouds in the sky had been blown away by the wind, and the house was finally brighter.

Su Qingwan sat in front of the window, changed two strands of needle and thread, thinking that he would finish embroidering the peony in his hand today. The surroundings were silent, and Chunsheng went downstairs to make tea, but he has not yet returned.

I don't know how long later, a familiar voice suddenly came from the door, calm and indifferent.

"You're at ease. ”

Su Qingwan looked up, and then smiled slightly, "Miss Li is here." ”

Li Fengqing is wearing a dark red cheongsam, with a good figure and exquisite makeup. She slowly paced two steps along the room, looking at Su Qingjuan's eyes a little unpredictable, "I've been here a few times, you're either reading a book, or you're embroidering......" She looked at Su Qingjuan, as if she was really curious, "Don't you want to leave here?"

Su Qingwan lowered her head and concentrated on embroidering flowers, but did not answer.

"Do you want to ...... Shall I help you escape?" Li Fengqing stood still in the room, his eyes looking straight at her, and his tone was deliberately low, with obvious tentativeness. Su Qingwan raised the corner of her mouth and smiled shallowly, picked up the small scissors sideways to cut off the excess thread, her expression was still indifferent, "For me, it's the same everywhere." ”

Li Fengqing raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, thought about it and asked, "Could it be that you are ...... Want to get away with it?" Su Qingwan's expression remained calm, "I don't understand what Miss Li means." ”

Li Fengqing seemed to have finally lost his patience, and his tone gradually turned cold, "Do you need me to read to you the front page of the newspaper last month?" she said as she approached Su Qingwan step by step, her eyes unblinking, carefully examining her expression, "The Gu Li family has completely broken up, the second master of the Gu family has been seriously injured, and the whereabouts of his fiancée are still unknown. ”

She said every word very clearly, and Su Qingwan finally stopped. The leaves on the embroidery cloth look a little messy because of the wrong order of stitches. Su Qingwan removed the needle and unhurriedly dismantled the thread one by one.

Li Fengqing couldn't see her appearance that she didn't care about herself, smiled coldly, and gritted her teeth, "He lost half his life, and he still wants to find you all over Shanghai...... You don't have any pain, you hide here and embroider!"

…… Lost half a life.

Su Qingwan pursed her lips, and the hand holding the embroidery shed was clenched tightly. She lowered her head, her hands did not stop, and she only said quietly, "After a long time, he will forget." ”

Li Fengqing suddenly laughed when he heard this.

There were only two of them in the room, and it was quiet all around, and her laughter was very abrupt, "Now I really don't value it for him." ”

Li Fengqing looked at Su Qingwan, and for the first time felt that this woman was ruthless, and she was even more decisive than her. It was only at that moment that she realized that she was not only unwilling, but also disappointed. disappointed that he did everything possible to protect and spoil a woman known to the world, and his love for him was nothing more than that......

What an irony this is.

The corners of Li Fengqing's mouth couldn't help but pull out a wry smile, "You don't know him as well as I ......."

Su Qingwan lowered her eyelids and was expressionless.

There was a sudden and eager knock at the door, and the voice of the servant came through the door, "Madam, Sir is coming back soon." ”

"Got it. Li Fengqing responded, turned around and walked out the door. When she walked to the door, she suddenly stopped, turned her back to Su Qingwan and said, "Behind Su Jinfeng are foreigners from the British and French concessions, and they have long wanted to disintegrate the Gu family's power in Shanghai, so the Gu family ...... this time It's really hard to turn over. ”

Su Qingwan's hand through the needle shook, and a slight tingling sensation immediately came from his fingertips. Su Qingwan glanced at his fingers, and the red blood had quickly gushed out and condensed into a round bead.

She just looked at it and sighed softly for a while.

Today's peony, I'm afraid it can't be embroidered.

[The author will help you sort out the timeline]

Qingjuan is the Zhouzhuang that left on April 6 after the Qingming Festival. The timeline of Volume 3 begins two months after she left Zhouzhuang.

From today, the day will be even more so.

————————————— mother's various types of small theaters will return in the third volume——————————————

Mother: Wanwan, let's talk about some temperament today, let's talk about embroidery.

Wanwan: Okay.

Mother: I think my mother was also a good embroiderer, tsk.

Wanwan: What is your favorite thing to embroider?

Mother: Forehead...... There's something called cross-stitch, I don't know if you had it in your time.

Second Master (indifferent face): No.

Mother: Hey, you're on the scene?

Second Master: Don't pull her out to talk about this nonsense in the future.

Mother: ...... Wow, why are you like that...... Why are you so domineering......

Second Master (indifferent face): It's so domineering.