Subtitle of this chapter: New York Night Black, Shanghai Demolition White.

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"Mr. Yuan......"

"Please don't call me Mr. Yuan, just call me Neo. By the way, can I make you love to death? ”

"Of course, Yuan ...... Well, it's tireless. Miss Ethall-Moreman, who was in the crook of her arm, said shyly, "You dance so well!" ”

Isn't this nonsense, just like Mahjong, the high Chinese plus the famous masters can't dance that like words?

Our Master Yuan has invited a professional dancer to teach him how to dance. Although his agility is not high, and he can't do many difficult moves, he is definitely decent compared to ordinary people.

They are now dancing the most popular "foxtrot" in the United States. In fact, this ballroom dance is not called foxtrot because it dances like a fox, which is a translation "error" caused by cultural barriers. In fact, foxtrot has nothing to do with foxes.

Foxtort, created by American actor Harry Fox in the summer of 1914, was unexpectedly applauded by the crowd and chanted "foxfox" when his self-designed burlesque based on black dance was performed in the rooftop garden of a New York movie theater!

Next, this kind of modern dance swept Europe and the United States, replacing the original waltz in ballroom dance. Still, foxtrot is a very formal ballroom dance. In later national standard competitions, men wore tuxedos, modern dance suits, bow ties, and women wore long skirts and formal hairstyles. It's about the same as the two of them are dressed now.

At the end of the song, Miss Morman snuggled into Master Yuan's arms, and when the two looked at each other and were about to say something, they heard a string of drums sound on the stage.

When they turned their heads, they saw that there had been a different band on stage, and the new band was all black. It seems that it should be past twelve o'clock by this time.

At that time, some of the most upscale dance halls in the United States had "midnight shows", which would be turned into jazz dance shows after midnight.

With the beat of cheerful drums and a sharp trumpet, the pair knew that the next piece was Lindy Hop, a swing dance that had just become popular.

Swing dance is a type of jazz dance, and Lindy Hop is one of the swing dances, showing that in the movies of the middle and twenty years ago, the male and female bodies are not always in contact, the movements are very exaggerated and a little funny, and dy Hop is one of the more slow and elegant ones.

But even if it was more slow and elegant, Miss Moman in an evening dress could not dance this bouncing swing dance.

She sighed regretfully and said, "Tired, I can't jump ......"

"Love to death, why don't you jump?" Yuan Yanqian was dancing happily, and a time-traveler like him, who had passed through a hundred years later, preferred a more unrestrained swing dance.

He looked at Miss Morman's outfit to understand, but he smiled playfully and said, "It doesn't matter, love to death." I'll make it possible for you to jump right away! ”

As he spoke, he squatted down, pulled up the hem of the tuxedo with both hands, and ......

"Hiss Hiss Hiss ......"

With the pleasant sound of the silk being torn apart, Master Yuan really tore off the hem of his dress, making this evening dress a knee-length short skirt.

"Tired!" Miss Morman was caught off guard and was greatly taken aback and said, "Why are you ......?"

"Well, no thanks." Yuan Yan stood up with a smile, and as soon as she reached out and pulled off the headdress she was wearing, the girl's brown hair regained her freedom.

He took off the tuxedo on his body and threw it aside, bowed slightly and raised his hand to invite: "Love to death, now you can jump!" ”

"You ......" Miss Morman gave him an angry and amused look, still putting her own softness in his big hand.

And Master Yuan's unruly behavior fell into the eyes of old Kennedy, and he tore open her evening dress in the same way, ignoring Miss Susie's coquettish resistance.

Far from dissatisfying the other dancers, the two gentlemen's "heroic acts" received a round of applause, and even the black musicians on stage worked harder.

Cheerful music, cheerful dance steps, cheerful crowds, cheerful midnights......

This is the night of New York in March 1921, and it is "red and green, drunk and golden." "The American Spring!

"How can you be a sub-thing, it's been half a day, and no one has come to collect it at the door?" (Author's note: There is no need for dialect translation to take up too many words, just bring a little flavor.) Don't be surprised by the comrades of the free shipping empire in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai. ）

The heart of the capitalist world had just entered midnight, and it was already one o'clock in the afternoon in the largest city of Seris. The weather that had begun to warm up in March was met with a cold spring, and the temperature dropped from more than 10 degrees to 0 degrees overnight.

Needless to say, God dutifully reimbursed a group of poor ghosts sleeping on the streets. It's a pity that the poor ghost who died will not disappear on the spot like the monsters in the game, but lie on the side of the street and at the entrance of the alley, which makes people angry when they look at it.

The old Yuan's Shikumen apartment is on the Ferry Road in the public concession of the Mordu of Seris. The Xiaoshadu Road, built in 1900, will be known as Xikang Road in the future, and it is still the name changed by the puppet government established by the traitor with a brain in the water when it took over the concession in 1943.

"Sir, out of sight is quiet. Nong Yu (fiao doesn't mean) just go and see it, come and have a cup of tea to suppress the anger. ”

"Bang dang!"

Master Yuan's father took the tea from the fourth aunt, picked it up and put it in his mouth, but he didn't expect the tea to burn his lips, and threw the tea bowl on the ground with a shake of his hand.

"Oh, my lord is burning?" The fourth aunt, who had delicate eyebrows, a petite figure, and fair skin, was wearing a three-inch golden lotus, and immediately pounced on him to check Old Man Yuan's injuries.

Well, Yuan Yanqian's mother's flower name is Yu Linglong.

"Nong ......" Old Man Yuan, who was in a bad mood, just wanted to get angry, but when he saw that his concubine looked timid, distressed and pitiful, he finally suppressed the fire, "Okay, okay, I'm fine." ”

The fourth aunt said eagerly: "Master, I blame me for not being ......."

Old Man Yuan waved his hand and said, "Linglong, I don't have a line with Nong." It's ......"

He thought of the article written by his son, and couldn't help but grit his teeth and say hatefully: "How can I give birth to each little Zongsheng (little beast) uh, and send him out of the country with money, it's really blind to lose one and a half!" ”

"Sir, I'm angry. Chunlan, Nong went to get the house and cleaned up here. ”

"Yes, auntie."

As a long-lived and experienced Mr. Changsan, Yu Linglong knows the truth of "inseparable relatives".

After all, she is a concubine, and Yuan Yanqian, who wrote "A Group of Wives and Concubines" and made her father half angry, is the eldest son of a serious child, and she is still a great talent in Liuyang, and now she is going to marry the daughter of a wealthy Nanyang family, and it is useless to say bad things about him.

When Yu Linglong was sending her maid to clean up the tea bowl, she heard someone shouting in the alley outside: "Parasol repair? Bad Parasol Trimming?! ”

Her heart moved, and she gave the little maid a look and said, "Chunlan, go out and ask others to clean up, Nong went to my room and let the umbrella repairer take a look, it seems that a few bones have been crooked." ”

Chunlan nodded in understanding, "Understood, auntie." ”

Old Man Yuan, who was sitting there with a long sigh, didn't notice this kind of trivial matter, and didn't mention it since others cleaned up. After half a ring, Yu Linglong casually found an excuse to leave the study and returned to her room.

At this moment, the little maid walked in with a parasol and said in a loud voice: "Auntie, it takes three dollars to repair the umbrella, do you want to repair it?" ”

She said this and walked to the fourth aunt's side, and whispered in her ear: "The eldest brother's people asked Nong, what morning light can you do?" ”

Yu Linglong groaned for a while, and replied in a low voice: "Nong went to help Ella, the morning light has not arrived!" ”