Chapter 1: The Farthest Man Nearest (40)
She couldn't help but pull the corners of her mouth and show a hint of a smile - she used to study in Shanghai, and when she opened the newspaper, she often saw news from her father. At that time, Shu Ma was also to be named a financial celebrity and a financial giant. Father just dismissed it. To say that these newspapers are gimmicks is the most unbelievable and unbelievable...... It seems that times have really changed.
She looked at Cheng Zhishen in the photo, the ink was a little heavy, and Zhishen's eyebrows and eyes were too thick and black, and she didn't know it, but she felt that Zhishen looked serious and stereotyped, but in fact, Zhishen was extremely handsome...... She closed the newspaper and rubbed her brow.
Maybe even if they met, she was about to lose her Ninth Brother.
The chiming bell struck eleven times.
It was time to rest, she didn't feel sleepy.
Lately she may have had a nervous breakdown. Busy until I go to bed late and still have a hard time sleeping; I often wake up in the middle of the night and keep my eyes open until dawn...... Sometimes they are awakened by distant gunshots. The gun is far away, but when you hear it, you always feel close. The concession is still more peaceful than the outside, but after all, Shanghai is no longer the Shanghai of the early years, and the atmosphere of turmoil is getting stronger and stronger, how long can the concession be stable...... Thinking about the purpose of her return, she couldn't sleep even more.
She went upstairs.
The altered dress has been delivered in the afternoon and hung on the hanger. The dress looks gorgeous and elegant without losing its elegance.
No matter how much she felt that it didn't matter, she couldn't help but admit that it was a beautiful dress. Especially when it's worn. Even if it's just a few minutes, it's as if it's been given life, and it's radiant.
Cousin Flawless understands her after all.
When she gave her this dress, she said that when she saw this dress for the first time, she thought she must look good in it, because she always remembered how beautiful the little cousin who was wearing a dancing dress back then...... Flawless cousin said Yi'er, I really want to see you dance again. The first time you went to the ball when you turned eighteen, it was me and Wujian who brought you in, remember, the Kong family's ball? The dance hall covered with Damascus roses? How beautiful you were that night. I thought my little sister was a little nerd who could only read, and social dancing was just homework and sports, who would have thought that...... Yi'er, dance again.
Dance, dance, dance......
She took off her shoes, walked around the hanger twice on the carpet, and stepped into the pair of evening shoes.
One, two, three, four...... She silently recited the beat, softly, twirling.
She was a little dizzy. Sit down on the bench in front of the window and pat your chest. If there were mirrors at this time, she would surely see her blushing face, like the red Damascus roses that bloomed quietly in the middle of the night...... No, I don't have time to remember wrong. At the Confucian family ball that night, the ballroom was not covered with Damascus roses. Not a single rose, no. All the Damascus roses were given to cousin Wuji by Kong Yuanxuan...... It's a gardenia.
The eyes are full of ivory-white gardenias.
The whole hall was filled with the scent of gardenias.
It's intoxicating......
Jingyi lay on the bed, as if wrapped in the gentle fragrance of gardenias...... The skirts around are fluttering, making the sea of gardenias ripple...... She sighed, only to feel a little groggy as someone took her by the hand and led her off the dance floor...... There was a silver bell-like laughter behind him, jingling bells...... But it gradually sounded harsh.
"Mr. Cheng! Mr. Cheng! "A quick call at hand.