Hua Ting opened his eyes in a daze.

There was a blur in front of me.

"Miss! Miss! You're finally awake! "Strange female voice.

In front of her is a glass chandelier, shining with the golden warm light above her head, each small lamp is hung around a dense crystal curtain, all made of five-color glass, treasure light and flower shadow, extremely charming, in this era is rare.

How could that end up above her head?

"Wake up, Miss! Wake up! It was the strange female voice just now, she ran out of the door, and shouted in which direction, "Madam, sir, Miss is awake!" ”

After a brief moment of confusion, Hua Ting sat up.

She just heard someone shouting Miss? Miss? Wait a minute! Something doesn't seem quite right in this room.

She looked around carefully.

Unfamiliar maroon teak floors, velvet sofas by the window, flat-pull jacquard curtains, and European-style beige dressers—she found the layout around her so unfamiliar.

Where is this? At the touch of her fingers was a soft, large red duvet, and she was surprised to find that she was wearing a dark purple silk nightdress, which she had never wore.

Coming in from outside the door was a woman wearing a blue and white cheongsam, and the moment she saw Hua Ting, there were still some tears in her eyes, "You kid, why are you walking so recklessly!" Although there was a little blame in his eyes, he was more distressed, and when he saw Hua Ting wake up unharmed, he was obviously relieved, as if something in his heart had finally fallen, "Does your head still hurt?" ”

Hua Ting subconsciously touched his forehead, which was wrapped around the bandage.

"You're scared mom!" She clutched her chest, looking shocked, "Rolling down such a long flight of steps, I really thought you couldn't save your life." ”

The woman in front of her looked about 35 years old, with curly hair, thin eyebrows and long eyelashes, a bright red circle on her lips, and a gentle look in her eyes when she spoke, with a little playfulness that is rare at this age.

"Thank goodness!"

The small face of the slap is lined with the blue and white orchid on the cheongsam, which looks full of ancient charm, and it is not difficult to see that she was an excellent beauty when she was young.

She said she was her mother?

Hua Ting was stunned.

"Does your head still hurt?" The woman scrutinized her face and repeated the question.

"Why am I here?" Hua Ting didn't ask a series of questions such as "Who are you", "Why do you wear such clothes and say such things", "Are you filming TV?" "Why is the layout of this room so strange", she has read a lot of time-traveling novels, and knows that she is likely to be ...... in such a situation

In addition, she clearly remembered what happened before, her grandfather's 90th birthday, her grandmother's red cheongsam, she pushed open the door of the bathroom, and the dazzling white light......

"Silly boy, you fell from the stairs on the second floor and fell unconscious, fortunately, Ah Xiang and Ah Cai found out in time," she sat on the edge of the bed and held Hua Ting's hand, "It just so happened that Doctor Chang came to prescribe headache medicine for me, otherwise I think you are really in danger." ”

Is it so strict?

Ah Xiang and Ah Cai? It should be the two little girls who are standing behind the woman and look like they are only in their early 20s, dressed as servants, with two pigtails and clear and innocent eyes.

Hua Ting's right hand, which was still hidden in the quilt, pinched her thigh fiercely, causing her to grin in pain, now that she was fine, she was more sure that she was not dreaming.

"What's wrong with you? What else is uncomfortable? ”

"No ......" ruled out the possibility of dreaming, so she should be ...... right now

Crossed?

"You're hungry, I'll ask Ah Xiang to bring the food."

"Oh no! I want to go down and eat it myself. ”

It is a beautiful Western-style mansion.

The hall on the first floor is a soft-lit chandelier, several retro Roman columns stand on both sides of the hall entrance, the ground is covered with a dark gold carpet in the style of a European court, the candlestick is gorgeous, the long table is four meters, with silver tableware and 8 delicious food, the sight extends to the Spanish fireplace, red bricks, and there are several handicraft oil paintings on it, and the flowers can't be named......

In short, a rich and noble family.

Such a beautiful layout is simply to the point of grace and luxury.

Hua Ting sat at the dining table, still feeling like she was dreaming.

"How's the injury?" From the corner of the living room, a middle-aged man with a brown cigar in his hand, wearing a blue cotton shirt and a gray felt hat that was popular during the Republic of China, looked old and old-fashioned and incompatible with this Western-style mansion full of new trends.

"It's nothing, it's just a broken skin." Although Hua Ting was hungry, her attention was not on food, but on the layout of the house, looking at the clothes of the people around her, and thinking carefully about which era she had traveled to.

"I'll see." He approached Hua Ting and leaned down slightly.

The eyebrows are grim and chilling.

The flower listened to the unnatural dodge, "It's just a little bit of skin." ”

This slightly blessed middle-aged face showed a faint smile. "I've been in the U.S. for a few years, and I've become wild."

Hua Ting looked at the man in front of him quietly, the bridge of his nose was high, and the traces of his nasolabial folds were deeper, and at first glance he looked like a typical head of the family with more power, "Do you know that girls should be dignified?" Don't be naughty anymore in the future. ”

The tone is like a father and a brother.

Hua Ting was thinking about her relationship with him, and the beautiful woman who claimed to be her mother came down the stairs, "Your daughter is hurt like this, you, the father, not only ignore it, but also want to go out?" ”

Being a dad?

Father-daughter relationship?

"There's something to talk about." Although the middle-aged man still had a stern face, his tone was extremely gentle in front of this beautiful woman.

The woman wasn't really angry, she just glared at him with disgust, "Come back early." ”

"Got it."

At the entrance of the hall, a man in black first bowed to him, and then said in a respectful tone: "Master, the car is ready." ”

The middle-aged man nodded, glanced at Hua Ting before leaving, and happened to meet her gaze, and still told with a stern face: "Stay at home and take care of your injuries, don't think crookedly." ”

From his words, it can be concluded that his daughter's temperament is very similar to Hua Ting, not only acting rudely, but also very playful.

The woman looked at the bandage on Hua Ting's forehead, and was still worried, "What if this leaves a scar......

By the way, she suddenly thought, if it is really crossed, then is this skin still her original appearance?

Hua Ting pushed away her chair and ran upstairs, she wanted to find a mirror to see what she had become, she remembered that there was a dresser in the room she had just come out of.

Behind him was the woman's anxious shout, "What's the matter, you child, always running up and down like crazy, be careful and fall again!" ”

Hua Ting stood in front of the mirror, reached out and touched his face, he was right, his voice did not change, his appearance did not change, so ...... What era did she travel to? And why is there another her in this era?

"Flower listen! Hurry down and eat! The woman downstairs shouted at her with a shrill voice.

Flower listening? Even the name is the same?

She "pedaled" downstairs, ready to recruit "amnesia" to get some information from the woman's mouth, but before the play started, she looked at a few pieces of dark gray paper that looked like newspapers on the coffee table next to the fireplace, and looked closer, and there were a few big characters printed on it - Paramount strength number one "Zhao Yiran"!

It's Shanghai Daily, and I'm shocked when I hear it!

The lower right side of the text shows the date: June 21, 1931.

She turned her head in disbelief, and the woman at the dining table was permed with a curly hairstyle and ripple bangs that were most common in the Republic of China period, with smooth hair lines, beautiful and shiny, classical and charming, which was a versatile choice for cheongsam.

"Listen, are you stupid with your head?" The woman walked towards her with a worried face in her cup of coffee.

So, did you travel back to the old Shanghai period in 1931?

Where's Dad? What about Ding Yaoyi? What about Grandpa?

"Listen, are you alright?"

The aroma of coffee wafted across the tip of her nose.

"Uh...... No, I'm going to eat. ”

A lot of mysteries were unsolved, and Hua listened to it all night, and she wanted to wake up, this qiē was just a dream.

When she woke up the next day, still lying on the soft bed she had had been on yesterday, the sun shining through the window through the gap in the curtains into her eyes, burning and dazzling, she sat up at once, and the sleepiness subsided, and it was only at this moment that she really believed that she had crossed over!

She got out of bed and pulled back the curtains.

In the garden downstairs, two gardeners were pruning a melon leaf chrysanthemum that was about to bloom, and a grandmother was arguing with the vendor who came to deliver vegetables about whether the oysters were fresh.

Hua Ting opened the wardrobe, a set of neatly arranged dresses and dresses plus a few large off-white dolls, it is conceivable that although this Miss Hua Ting has a big personality, she has a princess heart.

These things weren't her usual style, but she had no choice.

There were croissants, toast and milk on the table downstairs, as well as soy milk and fritters, she grabbed a fritter and stuffed it into her mouth, the action was rude, her stomach was so hungry that she didn't eat enough last night.

The woman smiled: "Listen to flowers, have you changed your taste?" ”

"What flavor?" She asked vaguely as she chewed the fritters, and took another mouthful of soy milk.

"Don't you like Chinese breakfast?"

"Really?"

The middle-aged man on the side put down the newspaper in his hand and said, "She is the same every day, can you guess her?" There was a slight reproach in his eyes.

Hua Ting listened without saying a word, it seems that the "Hua Ting classmate" is a headache for the eldest lady.

And this middle-aged man is no match for her kind "White Dad", although the "White Dad" is stern, he often has a smile on his face, unlike him, his face is as cold as ice.

"Hua Ting just came back from the United States, and of course she hasn't adapted yet." The woman put another fritter in her bowl.

Hua Ting stuffed into her mouth, not wanting to say anything more.

But...... United States? Did that "Huating" student just come back from studying in the United States?

It is not surprising that rich families in this era like to send their children out.

After Hua Ting was full, she put down her chopsticks and stood up, "I'll go upstairs and change my clothes." ”

"Change of clothes? What are you going to do? The woman asked.

"I want to go out for a walk."

The man in front of him put down the cup in his hand unhurriedly, and said to her with a flat but categorical face: "You are not allowed to go out if your head injury is not healed, and you will be honest at home to practice the piano these days." After taking the wet towel handed by the servant, he wiped his hands and continued, "Usually you are used to being wild and lawless, and you are not too young, so it's time to take your temperament." ”

"Practice?" What piano? She doesn't know anything about musical instruments, so if the family doesn't mind, she can show them a set of marksmanship......

"Yes, Hua Ting, you can stay at home for a few days to recuperate." The woman didn't like her character of wandering around like a boy all day long, but now that the man has spoken, she naturally has no objections.

Obviously, he has the final say.

Flower listening was grounded.

Originally, she couldn't figure it out, didn't she just roll down the stairs and get a little injured, how much need to do this? Later, I learned from the woman's mouth that it was her "father" who arranged a blind date with the son of the Jian family for her a few days ago and was deliberately messed up by her, and the anger in her heart did not disappear, and then she rolled down the stairs and was injured.

Hua Ting looked at several men in black standing outside the gate, tall and strong, it was impossible to go out, and she couldn't do the piano, so she could only sit.

In this era, there are no TVs, computers, and mobile phones, which is really boring.

The woman and a few friends were drinking afternoon tea and playing mahjong in the hall on the first floor, and Hua Ting felt bored, so she thought of going down to join them.

In the summer of the second year of junior high school, she learned mahjong, and often went to the house of fox friends and dog friends to rub for two or three hours after dinner, and also mastered a variety of Hu methods, such as Tianhu, Dihu, Eat Hu, All the same color, and Bumper Hu...... Anyway, she would.

For Hua Ting's joining, the woman and several friends all looked at her with wide eyes, in such an era, which lady would do such a ridiculous thing? If her iceberg-faced father knew, the consequences would be unimaginable. She couldn't care so much, instead of letting her sit and suffocate to death, it was better to let her make mahjong a little more enjoyable, so she pulled up her sleeve and sat on the seat where the woman was originally sitting.

Although the mahjong style of this era is different from her time, the rules are always similar, and Hua Ting's talent and intelligence have figured out the principle in a game.

In two hours, he won a lot of money for the woman.

"Ouch, Mrs. Bai, your daughter is simply a mahjong master." The woman in the pink cheongsam sitting on the "Suzaku Seat" was obviously unhappy.

However, her "mother", that is, Mrs. Bai as they called it, seemed quite excited, "Where, where, it's not you who let her." "I couldn't stop smiling.

"This little girl who is only eighteen or nineteen years old, where did she learn this body of Jianghu Qi?" The woman in the pink cheongsam gave her a blank look as she spoke.

"Beginners, good luck." How did Hua Ting know that their playing skills were not even comparable to her group of fox friends and dogs.

I wanted to continue playing, and deliberately lost a few games to them, after all, it was entertainment, and it was not easy to play with anger.

Hua Ting's interest was still there, but Ah Xiang ran towards her in a panic as if she was facing a great enemy, "Madame, the master is back!" ”

When Mrs. Bai heard that "the master is back", her color immediately changed, and she pulled the flower and urged: "Quick, go upstairs to practice." ”

It's piano practice again.

The flower listened speechlessly.