The night before Chen Shu left, he ordered someone to bring some rice paper back from outside, and set up an inkstone and pen and ink on a broken wooden table in the ancestral hall.

He said, "Give me a couplet, it's a small gift before leaving." ”

On the rice paper is a few budding chrysanthemums, delicate brushwork, see the flowers and listen to the slow hand, "I really don't know how to write calligraphy." ”

At this moment, Hua Ting stood in front of the wooden table, Chen Shu stood behind her, listened to her words, and put one hand on the back of her hand, the smile was warm and soft, but the strength was hard to write, "The embroidered curtain in front of the Biwa Building, the green stream outside the Chilan Bridge is slanted." ”

A poem was read by him beautifully, and his lips and teeth were fragrant.

The font is fractured and resolute, and the pen is sharp, which is exactly his style.

Chen Shu's hand moved, brushed the back of her hand, held her wrist, turned his head sideways to her, and his shallow breath sprayed on her ear, and the soft fluff on her ear seemed to be a little conscious.

Hua couldn't help but turn her head and meet his eyes. This is the first time that Hua Ting has looked at himself in Chen Shu's eyes so boldly, without the smile he decorated, he gave up all sultry methods, and he was left with a straightforward and even a little helpless.

Chen Shu's eyes seemed to be fascinated by the sand brought up by the wind, and he smiled for a long time before he said, "The last two sentences, you will write them?" ”

"If you don't think I'm ugly, I'd be glad to do it." Hua Ting's eyes unconsciously wandered to the two lines of poetry that had just been written, and the palms of his hands were inexplicably covered with a thin layer of sweat, which was so sticky that it was unpleasant.

As soon as his wrist sank, he wrote the last two sentences of the poem on rice paper: windless willows are all over the sky, and no rain begonia pears are full of flowers.

Hua Ting knows his intentions, this song "Biwa" in the "windless willows all over the sky, no rain begonia pears full of flowers" is the two deep love words, it can be used for the country to break the mountains and rivers, but also cruelly reminds him that in this world, everything has its own set of rules, do not have to deliberately force.

Separation is inevitable, and leaving is also inevitable.

Chen Shu was able to figure it out, and she was naturally happy.

"I took this poem with me."

Although the font of Huating does not look very good, the gesture is vigorous and free, like her temperament.

"Do you want to frame my font and hang it in a conspicuous place in your restaurant?"

"Well," the handwriting was not dry, the smell of ink drifted away, and Chen Shu's gaze softened a lot on the four lines, "In order to see you again one day, I choose to leave today." ”

These were the last words he said before leaving.

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Before Chen Shu left, he personally handed over the Dragon Gang to her.

Nowadays, the Dragon Gang is already the largest gang organization in Shanghai, and it is even very likely to become an international gang, with many tributaries, but all of them are authentic to the "Dragon Gang".

The Dragon Gang is also called "Jiali", and there is a saying in Jiali: Reason walks the world, and it is difficult to move an inch without reason. That is to say, the Dragon Gang is a "passport" in society, in the rivers and lakes, and in all walks of life and industries.

It's not so easy to say scattered.

After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, the Dragon Gang became an underworld organization all over the country, with strong power. Before the liberation of Shanghai, whether it was the mayor who was in power for a while, or the director of the bureau and the director who had a backer, he must first worship the leader of the Dragon Gang before taking office. Those high-ranking officials and nobles, warlords and dignitaries, all of them are three points shorter when they see the leaders of the Dragon Gang in Shanghai, which shows the huge power of the Dragon Gang.

Hua Ting personally handed over such a powerful gang organization to Bai Qihong without the slightest greed.

In an instant, the news of "Bai Qihong's recovery of the Dragon Gang" spread in the streets and alleys of Shanghai.

Hua Ting and Jian also reached a consensus on this plan, and successfully took over the opium industry at the 16 Pu Wharf from Bai Qihong.

These sixteen-shop wharves are the center of the entire opium operation.

This move is one step closer to her goal.

Jane also slumped over the fluffy mattress in the center of the room, her coat had been taken off, only a plain shirt with a loose collar and a delicate collarbone dyed crimson in the greenhouse. The enamel pot on the small table next to the bed was warm with the plum blossom wine he had brewed himself, and he held the wine glass with a confused expression on his forehead, with a little drunkenness in his eyes.

"Sister Hua, now you have time to talk about us, right?"

"What's the matter with us?" Hua Tingli stood in front of his eyes, poured himself a glass of plum blossom wine, flipped with his hands, pulled flowers between his faces, the gold edge on the shirt collar reflected a pair of eyes looking forward to shining, and the plump figure was more concave and convex between the loose shirts, compared to her who had just come to the old Shanghai in the 30s, she was much more mature and attractive.

Jian Yi held the wine glass, sat up straight, the glittering liquid swayed, squinted at her rosy lips one by one, her eyes gradually deepened, dyed slightly drunk, "Didn't Sister Hua confess to me?" ”

"yes." Hua listened to the clear answer, then crooked her lips and smiled, raised her head to drink the wine in her hand, threw the wine glass in her hand, and rolled the sound of bones on the wooden floor, she straightened up, and smiled softly, "What's so strange?" ”

Jian Yi stretched out a clean and slender hand to her, and her deep and sexy voice seemed to carry the magic of bewitchment, "Come here." He took her hand hard.

Placing the wine glass casually on the bedside table beside her, Jane also took her hand and gently pulled her, and in a twist and forth pressed her against the soft mattress.

Hua Ting looked at him steadily, the eyebrows and eyes of the person above were so close, the breath was shallow on the tip of her nose, the faint smell of wine and her misty eyes, almost intoxicated, "You, what do you want to do?" ”

Jane also lowered her head and kissed her involuntarily. The lips were gently swallowed, and the lingering and longing between the lips and teeth were dyed with the aroma of wine, and they were brewed out of control. Jian Yi's kiss was emotional and long, ecstatic to ask for it, and it brought a seductive temptation.

Hana gasped lightly in disbelief.

"Sister Hua, I said you'll fall in love with me one day."

The evil smiling face that was magnified in front of her had a bit of infatuated affection and locked her firmly.

"What if you love?"

"What do you say?" He rubbed the tip of his nose against her cheek.

"But I don't know if I'm going to leave someday." The itch was strong, but I still couldn't hold back a smile and looked at him.

"Do you think I'm going to let you go?" His breath was close, flapping ambiguously against the tip of her nose.

Hua Ting tilted his head, raised the corners of his eyebrows, and smiled thickly, "It's a pity that it's not you who have the final say." ”

Jian Yi wanted to bow her head and kiss her, but she gently blocked it with a palm, "Jian Yi, after a few things this time, I want to make a request to you." ”

"You say."

"Let me join your organization." The words were firm and powerful, and the breath sprayed strongly at the tip of his nose.

"Our organization?" Jian Yi paused, the soft light in his eyes did not dissipate, "This is only calculated if Lao Jiang says it." ”

Nonsense! What else do I want you to do if it's useful to find old ginger? "Will you agree or not to my request?"

"Sister Flower," he smiled softly, and lowered his head and pecked her lightly on the lips, "Are you from our organization, are you so heavy?" ”

Hua Ting stubbornly tightened, "What I want is the real sense, to be one of you!" ”

"Kiss first?" He smiled evilly, "I'll tell you when I kiss it." ”

Hua Ting's head was tilted, and she was still stubborn, "Do you agree or not?" ”

"Wrap it up on me." He promised gently, and a pair of eyebrows seductively picked at her.

Hua Ting smiled slightly and slowly closed her eyes.

Jian Yi's hand reached her neckline, and with a slight twist, the button jumped open, revealing her pale skin. He kissed the corner of her lips lingeringly, wandering to her ear and taking her earlobe.

His movements were numb to the point of ecstasy, Hua Ting's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and he hugged his shoulders with his backhand......

The fingers teased lightly and slowly, the body reacted honestly, the fiery breath was still on the side of the neck, his hand was about to probe down, but Hua Ting's hand let go of her, grabbed the quilt, and the bottom of his eyes gradually returned to a clear eye, staring at the swaying tassel above the bed without waves.

Jian Yi raised his eyes to look at the flowers, the peach blossom eyes picked up between the fine bangs were seduced, and the hoarse voice spit out from the fresh thin lips, bewildering the demon: "Inattentive." ”

Hua Ting lowered his eyes to look at his seductive posture, but he hugged his head with his backhand, soothed his hair without any desire, sighed lowly, and the dazedness and loneliness in his eyes flashed: "I don't know whether everything I have done in this era is right or wrong, including...... Me and you. ”

"Sister Flower," he hugged her body tightly, "meeting you is like picking up a piece of treasure." ”

He kissed her ear, reached out to her cold fingertips, and wrapped his fingers around her.

Hua Ting slowly and gently kneaded his fingertips, and smiled movingly, "Do you love, is it me, or that Bai Hua Ting?" ”

Jian Yi seemed to hear the most inexplicable question in the world, "I love," he smiled and sighed, "It's always you." ”

He hugged her tightly, buried his head in her neck, and kissed like ecstasy flowers blooming one after another, beautiful but poignant, as if with a lingering meaning of death.

The round moon outside was lonely, the tears of the red candles were stacked on top of each other, and the intoxicating aroma of wine in the warm pot became more and more mellow in desire.

If I had stolen your ribs to make wine today, would I have been drunk with flesh and blood a hundred years from now? (To be continued.) )