The night was as heavy as ink, and the wind whistled outside.

There are two lights in Luo Shaojin's boudoir, illuminating the whole room in different shades of light and dark.

One is a jade porcelain oil lamp from Nanyang, which is placed on the dressing table, and is now exuding a bright and warm brilliance, painting the golden silk nanmu dressing table and the glass mirror, and also painting the row of delicate-looking rouge boxes, gouache bottles, alabaster boxes in front of the mirror, and three or two shining iron pineapples.

The other is the German horse lamp hanging on the wall next to the door, and the light it emits illuminates the antique bookshelf desk, as well as the Ming and Qing Dynasty style golden silk nan wood frame bed.

The furnishings in the interior are both elegant and Western, both atmospheric and warm.

If it weren't for the sound of gunfire and grenades, which still sounded in the dark night outside from time to time, then this quiet time in the incense pavilion was enough to show that the years were quiet and everything was peaceful.

Luo Shaojin lay in his clothes, bathed in light and shadow.

She was so tired and tired that her body was a little distorted and uncomfortable when she was lying on her side, and her shoes and socks were not removed.

In her sleep, I don't know what she dreamed of, but I saw that she was sometimes delicate like a flower, sometimes her eyebrows were clustered, and sometimes her cherry lips were slightly pursed, and a touch of ridicule floated.

"Tuk Tuk!"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and the gentle voice of Luo Shaojin's personal girl sounded outside the door: "Miss, Miss, wake up quickly......"

Luo Shaojin was startled, jumped up with a swish, ran to the desk, and while picking up the flower mechanism and hanging it around his neck, he asked vigilantly in the direction of the door:

"Outside the door, is it a big girl?"

When she waited for an affirmative answer, she had already hung up the flower mechanism, grabbed the iron pineapple on the table and put it in her pocket, and asked as she loaded:

"Big girl, how is it outside? Did the bandits retreat? What about the master? ”

"Miss, Miss, the bandits haven't retreated yet. The old man is forcing a few young grandmothers to throw themselves into the well, and the old lady asked me to call you...... I—I'll go back to the main courtyard first, and you—you'll come quickly......"

The big girl's footsteps hurried away. Luo Shaojian, who heard the news, only felt weak all over his body, and stumbled and sat down at the desk, his chest rising and falling.

Her hand also let go weakly, and an iron pineapple fell back onto the table, rolling slowly towards the edge of the table, rolling, and seeing that it was about to fall off the edge of the table.

She came to her senses, shook her head, got up, picked up the iron pineapple on the table, stuffed it into her left pocket, and hurried to the door.

When she passed by the dressing table, she looked forward to the foreign glass mirror, and the heroic woman in the mirror made her stunned, paused for a moment, picked up the three long magazines on the dressing table, and then opened the door, carried the German horse lamp on the wall, and flashed out.

There was a lack of light, the room was dark, and the air vibration brought by the closed door made the book on the desk move slightly.

This English book was bought by Luo Shaojin when she was studying in Nanjing. Lately, she had nothing to do, so she opened it and revisited it. A jade hairpin was pinned in the book and made a notebook.

The jade porcelain oil lamp on the dressing table was still bright, and at this time, a beam of light was cast, and the line of printed words on the cover was clearly reflected:

Wuthering Heights .①

…

In the main courtyard, there was a lot of noise, and piles of women, girls and children cried into a pile. A team of wolf-like family members stood beside them.

"Since you have become the women of the Locke family, you should know. In this ordinary time, you can enjoy all the wealth, but in this critical moment, you must also have the martyrdom and loyalty. Life in the world, bright in front of people, and bright behind you. That's what makes it right. ”

The old man Luo in the silk robe was like thunder, his beard was blowing wildly, and the crutches in his hands had long been thrown away, his hands were shaking, and his mouth was vibrating.

"Okay, you, since you are afraid, then I, I will let your seventeenth aunt take the lead first, which of you ...... Who saw Aunt Seventeen? ”

He turned his body, looked around, searched, and saw a petite figure, cowering and hiding behind an old mother, hurriedly running over a few steps, and pulling her up, "Seventeen sisters, their juniors, lack of energy, you are from a scholarly family, you take the lead for the juniors." ”

This petite woman, about thirty years old, is the most favored small house of the old man Luo, and it is also the most beautiful woman in the Luo family compound over the years, wearing silk and satin, wearing gold beads and jade, eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, and even taking her hometown in Xiangdong, she has also ascended to heaven and become the leading local family.

The night was as heavy as ink, and the wind whistled outside.

There are two lights in Luo Shaojin's boudoir, illuminating the whole room in different shades of light and dark.

One is a jade porcelain oil lamp from Nanyang, which is placed on the dressing table, and is now exuding a bright and warm brilliance, painting the golden silk nanmu dressing table and the glass mirror, and also painting the row of delicate-looking rouge boxes, gouache bottles, alabaster boxes in front of the mirror, and three or two shining iron pineapples.

The other is the German horse lamp hanging on the wall next to the door, and the light it emits illuminates the antique bookshelf desk, as well as the Ming and Qing Dynasty style golden silk nan wood frame bed.

The furnishings in the interior are both elegant and Western, both atmospheric and warm.

If it weren't for the sound of gunfire and grenades, which still sounded in the dark night outside from time to time, then this quiet time in the incense pavilion was enough to show that the years were quiet and everything was peaceful.

Luo Shaojin lay in his clothes, bathed in light and shadow.

She was so tired and tired that her body was a little distorted and uncomfortable when she was lying on her side, and her shoes and socks were not removed.

In her sleep, I don't know what she dreamed of, but I saw that she was sometimes delicate like a flower, sometimes her eyebrows were clustered, and sometimes her cherry lips were slightly pursed, and a touch of ridicule floated.

"Tuk Tuk!"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and the gentle voice of Luo Shaojin's personal girl sounded outside the door: "Miss, Miss, wake up quickly......"

Luo Shaojin was startled, jumped up with a swish, ran to the desk, and while picking up the flower mechanism and hanging it around his neck, he asked vigilantly in the direction of the door:

"Outside the door, is it a big girl?"

When she waited for an affirmative answer, she had already hung up the flower mechanism, grabbed the iron pineapple on the table and put it in her pocket, and asked as she loaded:

"Big girl, how is it outside? Did the bandits retreat? What about the master? ”

"Miss, Miss, the bandits haven't retreated yet. The old man is forcing a few young grandmothers to throw themselves into the well, and the old lady asked me to call you...... I—I'll go back to the main courtyard first, and you—you'll come quickly......"

The big girl's footsteps hurried away. Luo Shaojian, who heard the news, only felt weak all over his body, and stumbled and sat down at the desk, his chest rising and falling.

Her hand also let go weakly, and an iron pineapple fell back onto the table, rolling slowly towards the edge of the table, rolling, and seeing that it was about to fall off the edge of the table.

She came to her senses, shook her head, got up, picked up the iron pineapple on the table, stuffed it into her left pocket, and hurried to the door.

When she passed by the dressing table, she looked forward to the foreign glass mirror, and the heroic woman in the mirror made her stunned, paused for a moment, picked up the three long magazines on the dressing table, and then opened the door, carried the German horse lamp on the wall, and flashed out.

There was a lack of light, the room was dark, and the air vibration brought by the closed door made the book on the desk move slightly.

This English book was bought by Luo Shaojin when she was studying in Nanjing. Lately, she had nothing to do, so she opened it and revisited it. A jade hairpin was pinned in the book and made a notebook.

The jade porcelain oil lamp on the dressing table was still bright, and at this time, a beam of light was cast, and the line of printed words on the cover was clearly reflected:

Wuthering Heights .①

…

In the main courtyard, there was a lot of noise, and piles of women, girls and children cried into a pile. A team of wolf-like family members stood beside them.

"Since you have become the women of the Locke family, you should know. In this ordinary time, you can enjoy all the wealth, but in this critical moment, you must also have the martyrdom and loyalty. Life in the world, bright in front of people, and bright behind you. That's what makes it right. ”

The old man Luo in the silk robe was like thunder, his beard was blowing wildly, and the crutches in his hands had long been thrown away, his hands were shaking, and his mouth was vibrating.

"Okay, you, since you are afraid, then I, I will let your seventeenth aunt take the lead first, which of you ...... Who saw Aunt Seventeen? ”

He turned his body, looked around, searched, and saw a petite figure, cowering and hiding behind an old mother, hurriedly running over a few steps, and pulling her up, "Seventeen sisters, their juniors, lack of energy, you are from a scholarly family, you take the lead for the juniors." ”

This petite woman, about thirty years old, is the most favored small house of the old man Luo, and it is also the most beautiful woman in the Luo family compound over the years, wearing silk and satin, wearing gold beads and jade, eating delicacies from the mountains and seas, and even taking her hometown in Xiangdong, she has also ascended to heaven and become the leading local family.