Flower Listen opens her eyes.

It's a winter rain again, dark clouds from the window outside the sky black pressure down, accompanied by a dull thunder is a downpour, the whole world seems to be soaked in a pool of dirty water, the sky is as dark as six o'clock in the evening, such a thunderstorm is the most boring.

A loud sneeze completely stirred up Hua Ting, as if she had caught a cold.

She rubbed her itchy nose and got out of bed.

"You said it was a woman who shot her?"

She retracted the foot that had just stepped out of the door, and she had a bad feeling in her heart.

Although Bai Qihong's voice sounded calm, his tone seemed to be suppressed.

"That's right, and with your left hand."

"Left hand ......" Bai Qihong's tone seemed to be a little more determined, "Why didn't she take your life?" ”

"I don't know that very well, maybe the bullet missed."

Bai Qihong knew in his heart, "Okay, you can go back." ”

"Yes, Mr. Bai."

"Ah Xiang," Bai Qihong angrily tightened his cigar between his fingers as the man's footsteps faded away, "Go and call the flowers down for me!" ”

When Hua Ting consciously came down the stairs, she saw Bai Qihong's half-smiling and half-smiling face, she was ready to be reprimanded, it was a big deal to be grounded, she had long been used to it.

"What did you do last night?" Even at home, the corners of Bai Qihong's mouth unabashedly showed a hint of sarcastic laughter.

"Last night? Last night, I watched a play with my mother in Juxintang Teahouse, what's wrong? For the sake of freedom, Hua Ting is still willing to gamble on Madame Bai.

"Watching a play?" Bai Qihong was obviously taken aback by Hua Ting's answer, and he cast his eyes on Mrs. Bai, who was serving a pot of lily and barley porridge, "You were in Juxintang last night?" ”

"Well," Mrs. Bai didn't look at him, and put part of the lily barley porridge in the empty bowl on the side, "I want to watch two scenes with me, but I didn't expect it to be 11 o'clock after watching it." ”

"...... at 11 o'clock" Thinking that he rarely had time to accompany Mrs. Bai to watch the play due to his busy affairs recently, Bai Qihong calmed his feelings a little out of guilt, "Has Hua Ting ever left your sight?" ”

"Nope." Madame Bai brought the porridge to him.

The tone is flawless.

Mrs. Xu Shibai had never lied in front of him, and just her words made Bai Qihong angry.

It's just that he still can't figure it out, except for his daughter Hua Ting, which woman in Shanghai would dare to harm him?

Paramount without Zhao Yiran is obviously a lot more depressed than before.

It is said that she took half a month's leave in order to take care of the inspection and inspection of the family's illness, and in this short half month, I am afraid that the man in Paramount will be sick.

Hua Ting went to her house once with Zhao Yiran's good sisters on the same stage, in a tube building not far from Paramount Gate.

The inspector's injuries have been healed for the most part, but because he missed the best treatment time that day, the ribs on the upper side of his right chest were inflamed, and as long as he exerted a little force, the symptoms of rib swelling and shortness of breath would appear, so even if the gunshot wound was healed, most of the inspectors could not get out of bed for the time being, and could only talk to everyone half-lying and half-sitting.

Hua Ting also saw Zhao Yiran outside Paramount for the first time, wearing a simple off-white shirt and khaki cotton wool trousers, the tone was very compatible with that of the inspector, and the two sat together as if they were wearing a couple's outfit. Hua Ting sincerely ridiculed that the two were husband and wife, and the inspector was very satisfied, holding Zhao Yiran's hand tightly and refusing to let go.

Although Zhao Yiran's room is rented in such a dilapidated tube building, the furnishings are simple, but after her renovation, it is not romantic. The room is a 50-square-meter semi-circular space, the surrounding stone walls are all covered with brocade, even the ceiling is separated by embroidered felt, a pair of brass candlesticks and a small lamp stacked with shells are placed on the table against the edge of the window sill, and a string of colorful wind chimes are hung upside down on the window porch, especially when the wind passes, the wind chimes float out a crisp and pleasant jingle sound, which has the style of a girl's boudoir. But what attracted the flowers was not these romantic gadgets, but the two pots of asparagus grass that had already borne red fruits on the windowsill, which made her even more convinced that Zhao Yiran was a cinnabar mole in Bai Qihong's heart back then, and of course, it was also a touch of bright moonlight in front of Cai Bingrong's bed.

Such a beautiful and moving woman, how to say that the house should also be equipped with a few pots of lavender or roses and other cultivars, but she does not like lilies and roses, but prefers asparagus, the reason is also simple and surprising - afraid of mosquito bites, and the smell of asparagus is not only fresh and sweet but also insect repellent effect, both yin and yang, easy to cultivate.

Then, Bai Qihong planting asparagus grass is undoubtedly a love house and black, or it may be a common way to send affection, after all, Zhao Yiran has been away from Shanghai for nearly ten years, and he has no choice but to see things and think about them.

Taking advantage of the gap when a middle-aged male doctor wearing round-framed glasses came to change the dressing for the inspector, Hua listened to Zhao Yiran and picked up part of her past with Bai Qihong.

It turned out that Zhao Yiran was not a native of Shanghai, and his hometown was in Tonglu County, Hangzhou. Ten years ago, she came to Shanghai alone and became a red-card female singer in a small dance hall co-owned by several foreign businessmen; At that time, Shanghai did not have the large-scale Paramount Gate now, let alone the sponsorship of gorgeous costumes and rouge gouache, Zhao Yiran relied on his unique hoarse singing voice to circle a large number of male fans in the prosperous treasure land of Shanghai, including Bai Qihong and Cai Bingrong. At that time, Zhao Yiran and Bai Qihong, whose career had just improved, had a good impression of each other, and over time, the two had secret feelings in their hearts, but just after they were together, Zhao Yiran received the news of the forced marriage of the old mother at home, she wanted to take this opportunity to take Bai Qihong back to his hometown in Hangzhou to show his parents the relationship between the two, and bought a ferry ticket for him early in the morning, but that night Zhao Yiran did not wait for the person she wanted to wait for, but Cai Bingrong brought a message saying that Bai Qihong wanted her to get on the boat on time and admitted that he had failed her true feelings......

So Zhao Yiran embarked on the journey home with tears in his eyes, and it was ten years after he left.

In the past ten years, she listened to her parents and married the son of a famous landlord Wang in Tonglu County.

Although Zhao Yiran married in their county, he actually took care of his frail and sickly son for the landlord king, and they were like most TV dramas, although they shared the same bed in the name of husband and wife, they did not act as husband and wife. Zhao Yiran can be regarded as fulfilling the responsibility of a wife, and for nine years, he has never abandoned this delicate and frail medicine jar, until he unfortunately passed away the year before last, and Zhao Yiran set foot on this oriental treasure again.

Not to mention why Zhao Yiran returned to Shanghai, in short, she got acquainted with the prosecutor who was known as "fair and honest" at that time because of a street robbery, and the two quickly fell in love because of the shining point of each other, and started a new life journey.

Before leaving, Hua Ting suddenly remembered a very important matter.

"Sister Yiran, do you know other men surnamed Bai except Bai Qihong?"

Zhao Yiran shook his head, the surname Bai is rare, let alone in Shanghai, who would dare to call his surname Bai except Bai Qihong?