There are 18 Jinghu apartments on Hunan Road, Jiangnan City, a single-family three-story villa, with a construction area of 2,000 square meters, which can be regarded as a famous luxury villa in Jiangnan City.

A master bedroom facing southwest on the second floor of the villa is the boudoir of Zhang Xueyi, the 4,000 gold of the Zhang Group.

The boudoir used to be very warm and full of floral smells. And now, the whole boudoir is particularly melancholy.

The original Mediterranean pink floral wallpaper on the wall is no longer the owner's previous life photos and art photos, all of which are hung with calligraphy and paintings in black on a white background.

If you look carefully at the content of the calligraphy, all you can see is a faint feeling.

For example: the body is like a guest in the clouds, the breath is like a gossamer tears have not dried, and a wisp of fragrance is here.

The large dressing table next to the floor-to-ceiling window, which was always the pride of the pavilion owner, was removed at some point. The vacated spot was a long black-brown case with a thick layer of felt on top. The felt was dotted with black ink. It can be imagined that during the period of "duty" at the desk, the cabinet master created many good products at the desk.

On the left side of the desk is a Huanghuali pen holder carved with a double dragon play bead pattern, on which a variety of brushes are neatly placed.

On the right side of the desk is a delicate Jiangxi Wuyuan Longwei Mountain inkstone.

It is said that she Yan is very famous, all because of its stone firm and moist, caressing it like a muscle, grinding it with a sharp edge, astringent water to leave a pen, slippery and not rejecting ink, ink is small and easy to dry, and it is clean. Since the Tang Dynasty, it has maintained its status as a famous inkstone.

Next to the desk was a white-clothed girl with a thin hair, sallow face, dark eye circles, tear stains on her cheeks, and her eyes full of crystal, hatred, worry, and empty desire.

Look at that age, it should be about 24 years old. It stands to reason that it should be the best age for outstanding elegance and spring. But for some reason, what is revealed from her image and expression is full of melancholy, lovesickness, hatred, and even hopelessness...

Tears continue to flow out of her hollow, dark eyes, like the water of the Yellow River bursting its banks, and you don't know when she will flow.

is like Meng Jiangnu who is crying and complaining under the Great Wall. Although there is no earth-shattering cry, even if it is just a gloomy cry when you are sad, or a small sobbing when you are sad, it is enough to make the flowers lose their color and the moon is ashamed. It's heart-wrenching and pitiful.

Her thin shoulders trembled, her eyes that had lost their brilliance were broken, and strings of tears were like pearls falling from the Nine Heavens Milky Way, dripping onto the thick, pale yellow rice paper. Wet the paper and make it more and more transparent and shiny.

Even so, she seemed to be absent from people, unaware, neither wanting to wipe away her tears nor talking to anyone. A little soul-free, he pinched the thin pen and slowly wrote a long list of poems on rice paper.

The gist of the poem is that of an amorous woman, who misses her husband who is fighting outside the home day and night, and even falls in love to the depths, spontaneously writes a stunning and worrying poem. Here's what it reads:

Wait for my long hair to reach my waist, how about the general's return?

This gentleman is carefree, how can he expect the mountains and rivers to be bleak.

The sky is broken, and the twilight snow is white-headed.

Han Jian listened silently to the thunder, and the spear guarded the empty trench alone.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and blew through the corner of the painting overnight.

Late visitors from Jiangnan, red rope knotted hair.

The husband who went out to fight received a letter from his fiancée, who was also thinking about it day and night, and the man wrote a reply with excitement in the cold night, on the lonely prairie. It reads as follows:

When the king's long hair reaches to his waist, I will return to the court in triumph.

In the past, the horses were free, and they were all young heroes.

The eastern capital is beautiful, and the West Lake is misty.

Bloody battles in all directions, vowing to guard the mountains and rivers.

There should be a day of triumphant return and a good night with Qing.

I hope to grow old hand in hand, and I am willing to be with my son.

When your long hair reaches to your waist, is it okay for my wife to return?

Looking at the grass all over the world, there is no ethereal wife.

After several prosperous times, it is still prosperous, but there is no nostalgia for tonight.

Traveling all over the world is also free, and I wish to grow old with Qing.

Wait for my long hair and waist, can you come to me?

Looking at the gentlemen in the world, there is no leisure.

"Miss, eat something, you haven't eaten anything in two days. If you don't eat, you won't be able to hold on. ”

The maid carried a plate with a glass of milk and two slices of toast. Seeing the heroine look like this, it was extremely heartbroken, and after the love was deep, she watched the girl anxiously persuade her.

"Lang has not returned•••••• when will he meet with you, what is the benefit of eating more of these••••••

"I want to know you, and I want to live a long life. The mountains are edgeless, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder and earthquakes in winter and the rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are together, but dare to be with you!" After speaking, a long series of tears fell down again.

"He would be very sad even if he saw you like this. If you don't eat something, how can you wait for your lover to return? Miss, please, eat something, you make 'Flowers' very sad like this. The maid named "Flower" couldn't stand it anymore, and eagerly persuaded her hostess, hoping that she would understand her painstaking efforts.

However, her mistress seemed to have wandered in the sky, and she did not feel the slightest sense of return. Shaking his head blankly, he said faintly:

"Falling flowers and flowing water are empty, how can it be •••••• in the world"

Then he lowered his head and continued to write on the rice paper:

After several times in the world, it is still in vain, but the words are wasted tonight.

Where to know the meaning of the sky, and always wish to grow old with you.

Wait for my long hair to reach my waist, and meet you at the river bridge.

The mist lingers in the mountains, and the breeze blows through the brows.

Outside the curtain, the green bamboo is clear, and the bright moon does not ask about the present day.

Drunk the wine and piano for a good night, Mo Dao Hongchen has few customers.

Treat me with long hair and waist, is the title of the gold list good?

Dai Yusao dressed in the mirror, and only Bo Tanlang smiled.

The dancing is enchanting, and the pear blossoms are secretly fluttering.

The flowers and candles in the cave intersect, hand in hand in this life to old age.

Wait for my long hair to reach my waist, the moon is high and the spring is cold,

The courtyard is full of flowers, and the road in front of the pavilion is far away.

Tears fell on the corners of his clothes, and his hair was like wild grass,

Dreaming of Zhu Yan every night, when is the love of this life?

Is it okay to treat me with long hair and waist, and hide in the city?

The green mountains and green water reflect the stone bridge, and a few wisps of cooking smoke curl up.

Idle embroidery needles lightly, hoe and plant grass in front of the court,

In the afternoon, the tea is light and fragrant, and a piece of paper is carefully read.

Wait for your long hair to reach your waist, and the red plum and white snow will float lightly.

How is lovesickness better than staying together,

Don't wait for the remnant sun to shine in the west, and then show your thoughts.

Acquaintance is already an obsession, and love is then heart-to-heart.

No matter what the dust is in front of you, I hope the rest of my life will be fine.

Treat my long hair to my waist, and a lovesickness will make trouble.

The young man smiled back and held his hand to pick peonies.

When my long hair reaches to my waist, the snow drifts in the north in my dreams.

Raise an umbrella on the hole bridge alone, and the river is vast overnight.

Wait for my long hair to reach my waist, and the end of the world will be far away.

The letter has been desperately found, and the sunset is anxious.

Treat me with long hair and waist, and it's good to be a wanderer in a foreign country.

Even if you are surrounded by fandel, who knows that your heart is lonely.

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"Miss ••••••" and "Hua'er" saw that it was useless to persuade them, so they reluctantly put down their plates, wiped their tears, and gently withdrew. As soon as she pushed the door open, there was already a bunch of people surrounding her, anxiously asking.

"How is it, Fourth Miss, how is she now?" asked the housekeeper Zhou Longan with great concern.

"Woo woo woo ••••••" As soon as she asked about the young lady's situation, "Hua'er" immediately cried.

"Hey•••••• are you talking, why are you crying?" A greasy man of medium height, wearing a black suit, a big back, a fat head, big ears, a mouth full of big yellow teeth, and much whiter eyes and less black, broke the beauty of the picture and jumped into everyone's sight.

He was already not very impatient, but when he saw that "Hua'er" was crying just now, he became even more angry. However, people have such capital, because this man with a big back is the third son of the Zhang Group, Zhang Guoqiang.

"That's right, what's there, you say! Crying and crying at every turn, as if •••••• •••••• whatever!" stammered, echoing the Zhang Group, the eldest son of the second in line.

The spiritual pillar of Zhang's Group, that is, the chairman of the board of directors is called Zhang Baoqiang. He has four children, the eldest is a daughter, named Zhang Xuemei. The second child is the one who just spoke, called Zhang Guofu.

Zhang Guofu's body shape is very similar to his old man, lean and lean, and he combs his hair very energetically every day. The most striking thing is a huge fleshy mole on his chin, and there are a few proud brown beard stubbles on it. It's like a little brush.

Let's put it this way, if you give him a melon skin pants hat, and then put a small handful of clean beards, and then match him with his naturally a little bowed, "Lu Chai stick" style figure, it is a living "traitor" shape. With this kind of "damage jam", it's really a pity that he doesn't go to Hengdian to do a group performance.

"It's okay, Hua'er, don't worry, speak slowly••••••" The housekeeper Zhou Longan divided the crowd, gently stroked the girl's back, and said very kindly.

The housekeeper Zhou Longan has a very high status in the Zhang family, and everyone habitually calls him "Uncle Zhou".

Because he and Zhang Baoqiang have played together since childhood, they have been playmates since they were young.

At the beginning of Zhang Baoqiang's business, Zhou Longan followed him silently, starting from setting up stalls and pedaling three rounds of delivery, and gradually developed to the present, witnessing the growth and expansion of Zhang's Group, and also witnessing the growth of his four children. Whether it is the handling of company or family affairs, he handles them cleanly and harmoniously, and no one has ever blushed because of his unfair or unjust treatment. It can be said that whether it is in the group or in the family, he is Zhang Baoqiang's most trusted and effective helper inside and out.

"Miss•••••• Miss•••••• she still refuses to eat or drink•••••• woo woo woo •••••• woo woo woo ••••••" "Flower" said as she sobbed, so sad that her shoulders were shaking.

"Alright, alright•••••• you go down first. It's okay, I'm here. Zhou Longan calmed the emotions of "Hua'er" and turned his head to the two sons and said.

"Ah Fu, Ah Qiang, you have all seen the current situation, and it is not optimistic. The old man is now seriously ill, bedridden, and his life and death are unknown. Xueyi, on the other hand, did not eat or drink, was mentally abnormal, the group's management fell into chaos, the business plummeted, and the customer's confidence was insufficient. Originally, it was not an accident that the project of Xiaoyang Village, because Xue Yi was tied up and attacked, and the future was not good, and it seems that it is likely to be snatched away by Uniasia. And the marriage between Lu Shao and Xue Yi that the master had set before seems to be likely to be yellow at present. After Lu Shaoda heard that Xue Yi was sick, he didn't come to see it. The eldest sister Xuemei's family has also had an economic turmoil recently. There have been changes in the family one after another, indicating that the group has reached the most critical moment. At this time, it is up to you two brothers. The two of you need to be united and work together to make sure the company survives. Zhou Longan spoke earnestly to the two sons.

"Yes•••••• Yes•••••• Uncle Zhou is right. My brother and I are very good, rest assured. I have asked someone to find the 'Xuankong Monk' of Kunlun Mountain, the 'Void Scattered Sect Chief' of Wudang Mountain, and the 'Void Exterminator' of the Emei Sect at a high price. Soon, they will come to my house and give my father a ritual, and borrow his soul to increase his life. A trace of detachment flashed in Zhang Guofu's eyes, but he still put on a look of pointing the country and said.

"I've been looking for a lot of famous feng shui masters and warlocks lately. They all said that there was dirt in our house, and that we had to put it out so that my father's illness would be cured. "The fat-headed and big-eared "hair brush", uh, no, it was the third son, Zhang Guoqiang, who said to Zhou Longan.