Twenty years later

In the twelfth year of the Republic of China (1923), Shanghai Spring. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the early morning air, with the saltiness of the humid river water, Liang Chaxiang walked in the narrow alley with melons, fruits and vegetables in his arms.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound from the tall bell tower by the Huangpu River, Liang Chaxiang silently counted it, no more, no less, a full six, that is to say, it was already six o'clock, and she couldn't help but speed up her pace and go back late, Grandma should count her again.

Grandma is not Liang Chaxiang's biological mother, according to her own words, she is the maid of Liang Chaxiang's mother Liang Xiaoyou.

I don't have any memory of Liang Xiaoyou's mother, Liang Chaxiang, after all, she has never seen it, grandma said that she passed away as soon as she was born, and she has always regarded her grandma as her biological mother in her heart, but it's a pity that she ......

"You can only call me Grandma." Qiu Mo slapped Liang Chaxiang's face and said.

Liang Chaxiang was immersed in her thoughts, and a person ran out of the alley in the cold cross and bumped into Liang Chaxiang, and her strength was so strong that she took two steps back, and the melons, fruits and vegetables in her arms rolled to the ground.

"You ......"

Liang Agarwood glanced at the other party fiercely, and he didn't care about the theory, and hurriedly squatted down to pick it up.

The people who came ran fast and didn't notice that there were people in the alley, and when they saw Liang Chaxiang holding something, they couldn't stop it.

"I'm sorry," someone quickly helped pick up the things on the ground and gave them back to Liang Chaxiang.

At the age of about twenty-one or twelve, with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, the skin is not fair but very healthy, the popular military-style black student uniform, the narrow and low upright collar neckline is fastened, and the canvas wide-brimmed hat of the same color makes people feel solemn and full of spirit.

Liang Chaxiang looked at the good-looking young man coldly, if he really wanted to be so steady, he wouldn't have recklessly bumped into others, but he was blind in vain.

In fact, Liang Chaxiang is too harsh, and almost all male students in Shanghai today are in this way, not everyone is that stable and generous, it's like a leafy tree that always has a few dead branches, isn't it?

Of course, we didn't say that this young man is a dead branch, but this tall and big one is at least a thick branch, and it is still very vibrant.

Liang Chaxiang didn't take this little episode to heart, all she had to do now was to hurry home, and when she walked out of the alley with vegetables and fruits, she looked up and saw the Qingxin Hall with a clear water red brick wall at the end of the road.

Qingxin Church is a church established by American Presbyterian missionaries in Shanghai.

In 1860, when the school was first established, the nuns only taught the girls some weaving and cooking skills, and now although weaving and cooking are also compulsory classes, they are no longer the only classes, and the students are no longer just girls from poor families.

Liang Chaxiang's friend and best friend Su Xiaojing's family is a big businessman, and there is a big shop on Xiafei Road, of course, female students who are richer than Su Xiaojing's family abound in Qingxin Girls' Middle School.

Liang Chaxiang walked through the hall where the Qingxin Church disciples were worshipping with her things, and the courtyard behind the house was the classroom of the Qingxin Girls' High School, and now most of the classrooms were empty.

On New Year's Day, they will move to the new school building in Lujiabang South, and the few remaining classrooms will soon be moved.

Bypassing the classroom, Liang Chaxiang stepped into the small courtyard with an old façade, where the nuns lived, Liang Chaxiang stopped in front of the door of a room on the far left against the courtyard wall, stretched out her hand to push open the door, and there were two suitcases on the small table, which were all their luggage.

This time they are really leaving, in fact, as early as two years ago, Grandma had plans to return to her hometown, but due to the lack of manpower in the church, she did not have the intention to put it forward, and now she has moved to the new site and added several classrooms, and the pastor has recruited several new teachers, taking this opportunity, Grandma proposed to the pastor to return to her hometown.

In Su Xiaojing's words, "I don't have a single relative in my hometown, so it's not like I can't live here, what do I do when I go back." ”

Of course, this can only be said by Su Xiaojing, if it were her, Grandma Zhunbao slapped her in the face and scolded her for not admiring pigs and dogs, and then asked her to kneel in front of her mother Liang Xiaoyou's spiritual seat to reflect.

Yes, they didn't return home, but went back to take revenge, and went back to find a ruined bastard of her mother's family to take revenge.

"Why haven't you come back until now? I can't do a little thing like this, how can I expect you to take revenge......"

Qiu Mo began to count loudly.

Liang Chaxiang silently carried the things in her arms into the kitchen and began to choose vegetables.

Today, Grandma is going to invite the pastors, nuns and grandmothers to dinner to thank them for their care and help over the years.

Liang Chaxiang chose Cai Qiumo's voice and came in one after another.

In fact, Liang Chaxiang is also a pungent character, when Qiu Mo beat her when she was three or four years old, she would fight against Qiu Mo, and even scratched the back of Qiu Mo's hand with her long nails several times. When you grow up and understand the respect of grandma, you will be entangled in why grandma is kind to everyone, but she looks at her eyes not eyes and nose is not nose, is she not good enough?

Once after being beaten by Qiu Mo, she decided to run away from home, and finally after being found at her classmate's house, Qiu Mo hugged her tightly in her arms with a pale face and cried fiercely, almost didn't kill her, she was very proud at that time, but she didn't expect Qiu Mo to invite her to eat a meal of "fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots" after going back...... And then she got used to it.

After choosing the dish, Liang Chaxiang took the bottle and went out to make soy sauce and passed through the classroom, and the crisp sound of Qiu Mo lecturing to the students came from the classroom, and she couldn't help but wonder if it was worth giving up her current life and going to the unknown hatred.

As soon as he walked out of the courtyard wall of the church, the big iron gate was hit again, and he fell to the ground with his arms full of arms, and the soy sauce bottle was shattered.

"You're you again?" Liang Cha was angry.

"Can I hide for a moment?" The man said quickly and hurriedly.

"Enter the gate, behind the confessional icon on the right." Liang Chaxiang said subconsciously.

"Thank you!" The man dropped a sentence and hurried into the church from Liang Chaxiang's side.

Liang Chaxiang squatted down and picked up the glass shards on the ground.

"Hey! Have you seen anyone running through here? ”

Three or five big men in black dark striped coats with open arms revealing snow-white undershirts inside had evil voices and evil voices, looking like characters in a gang.

This is the concession, although Liang Chaxiang is not worried that they will break in, but there is no need to offend them, and he will cause trouble for himself.

"I ran over there, and it didn't look like a good guy smashed my soy sauce bottle." Liang Chaxiang said angrily.

"Oh, do you see him clearly?" The man in the lead had a gleam in his eyes.

Liang Chaxiang was startled, and she was self-defeating, and hurriedly shook her head to deny it.

"Little sister." The man looked at Liang Chaxiang fixedly and said slowly, "It's not a good habit to panic. ”

Liang Chaxiang broke out in a cold sweat on her back, and the man's sharp and cold gaze made her feel infinite coercion.