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Thursday, November 30, 1634.

It was not yet 6 p.m. in Manchester City in North America, and it was already dusk and sunset. On both sides of the lower reaches of the Song River, the first light snow of winter quietly falls, and the fine frost powder gently smears the wide city blocks, reminding some of the still somewhat dazed green vegetation of the arrival of another cold winter.

The street lamps have been lit in advance, and on the busy commercial street in the west district of Long Island, Manchester, a Chinese girl wearing a gorgeous Han skirt and long dress, wrapped tightly in a velvet shoulder, followed an old man, walking slowly on the street, and from time to time showing a trace of excitement to the passing shops.

“…… Xinmei, grandpa is old and can't sing anymore. After the New Year, grandpa went to the school to teach those children to play the huqin, and then bought a few pieces of land to celebrate their birthdays. Tao Quanfu walked by himself, seemingly not noticing that his granddaughter behind him had stopped.

Tao Xinmei stopped in front of a richly decorated clothing store and quietly looked at the store. Under the fine snow, the 19-year-old girl's face turned red because of something happy.

This is a "Yang Wenwen brand chain store", and a loudspeaker in the lobby is playing a strange oriental style music. It seems that in order to match this music, today's chain stores are hanging the latest fashionable Han dress dress this winter in the most conspicuous position.

"The snowflakes of that year fell and the plum blossoms bloomed, and there was too much sorrow left on the streets of Manchester City that year. Don't say who is wrong or right emotionally, I just want to get drunk with you again in my dreams. ”

"The gorse hairpin jade scratching my head is a gift from you, and the neon clothes and feather clothes are reincarnated several times to sing and dance for you."

"Love and hate are in an instant, and a glass to the moon is like the sky. Love and hate, ask when you will fall in love ......"

In the store, several girls were intoxicated while choosing clothes, and they were all intoxicated to the melody on the gramophone.

The long and delicate voice is matched with several singing voices with oriental charm, although the style is very peculiar, but "The New Concubine Drunk" was launched more than half a month later. It is still recognized by more and more people. Tao Xinmei, who heard her song played in public, was as happy as honey at this time.

"Xinmei, what do you want?" Tao Quanfu walked back to his granddaughter, poked into the store, and immediately shrank back with a red face, "If the family has enough food and clothing, don't spend all this unjust money." Hurry up, grandpa will send you to the stage, and you will have to play and sing at night. ”

"It's not...... It's my song, grandpa. You listen. Tao Xinmei hurriedly grabbed her grandfather's sleeve and pointed to the store.

After listening attentively for a while, the old man finally cracked his mouth, and he was quite complacent, because many of the accompaniment passages in it were pulled by the old man himself.

"Well, it's not a good thing to be able to get into the hall of elegance......" As if remembering something, the old man Tao Quanfu pulled his granddaughter to the corner of the street. smiled and pointed in the direction of home, "Aunt Cai next door has already brought a message yesterday, and promised grandpa to find you a family business." The others can't be climbed, but there is a good one. That son is currently working as a police officer in this Huamei Beijing Division, and his family has a lot of money...... You are also a big man, although you are successful in quyi, but it is not a lifetime thing. If you can settle in a good family, grandpa will be completely relieved. ”

"Grandpa, I'm not getting married now!" Tao Xinmei's heart jumped. grabbed Grandpa's hand in one hand.

"Why?" Tao Quanfu held his granddaughter's hand with a shocked expression on his face, "Grandpa knows that you are filial, but when your daughter is older, she always has to get married." You and my grandfather and grandson are living here, they are not familiar with the place, and they are people who are cheap people who sing music...... Now that you don't have to worry about food and clothing, what else can you want? I hope you have a good home. ”

"Mr. Cheng said that singing is also a goal in life, and he can also glorify his ancestors, and there is no such thing as a cheap person in this Chinese America! If you haven't seen Sister Jenny, it's already known to everyone?! Tao Xinmei's voice trembled, and her face was so anxious that she was about to cry.

"That's Mrs. Cheng's rich aftertaste, can we learn this...... Listening to grandpa's words, you and I are just an inappropriate trick to please big families after all, and we can't sing for the rest of our lives. When I had time, Grandpa went to see the family first. Tao Quanfu patted his granddaughter's hand quite heartbrokenly, and walked towards the radio station with his back bent.

Tao Xinmei stood in place, and Jenny's song sounded again in the Yang Wenwen brand store behind her.

……

At the beginning of the day, in a luxury community in the southern district of Manchester City, Cheng Daxiong's family is holding a birthday celebration.

Today is Jenny's 29th birthday, in order to let his wife spend the last "20" year, Cheng Daxiong specially got home from work early and picked up his 3-year-old biological daughter Cheng Xiaoxiao from kindergarten.

"We're back!"

The wife was still changing clothes upstairs, while Cheng Daxiong himself was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper, and the youngest daughter was playing with toys on a large sofa. Two children's shouts were heard from the direction of the living room door, and then after a burst of footsteps, two boys and women of thirteen or fourteen years old ran in.

Cheng Yuan, the adopted daughter at the head, was wearing a blue-black fur collar long uniform with exquisite workmanship and classical silver thread hooks at the corners, the neckline was a beautiful big red flower knot, the hem of the uniform revealed a small half of the red and brown two-color woolen plaid skirt, the legs that exposed the skirt were thick black alpaca wool stockings, and the feet were a pair of deerskin boots. And the adopted son Cheng Dong in the back is also similar to the winter boys' uniform of modern middle school students, and everyone wears a school emblem on their chests, which looks very much like the students of private aristocratic schools in later generations, which is eye-catching.

"This year's uniforms are good...... Where did Fang Fatzi come from, he didn't put a lot of thought into it. Seeing his adopted son and daughter wearing the latest style of this year's national middle school winter uniform, Cheng Daxiong couldn't help but vomit softly.

The fat man in his mouth is Fang Gang, a dead otaku man who took over as Minister of Culture and Education last year, and shouted "Huamei New Generation National Style". Fang Gang was just a 19-year-old teacher training student at the time of the disaster, and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, he had been "doing chores" in the Ministry of Culture and Education, and now he finally took over the power from the hands of the former Minister of Culture and Education, Qi Yu, and took full charge of the work of the Ministry of Culture and Education.

In fact, it's not just winter, after the fat otaku minister of culture and education took office last fall, he teamed up with the "beautiful young female cartoonist" and vice minister Zhen Yun to redesign the uniforms of primary and secondary school students across the country throughout the year. The most direct result was that the student uniforms alone cost at least 20% of the budget of the Ministry of Culture and Education in 1634.

However, Fang Gang can be regarded as a flexible brain, and decisively went to major enterprises to solicit sponsorship, and "sold" the naming rights of student stationery boxes and schoolbags in the next few years, and made most of the uniform cost back, which can be called the first time that the Ministry of Culture and Education, which has always been unable to enter and exit, "generate income".

Compared with all the fuss in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, most parents and students today are still very receptive to this style of student uniform, not to mention the "gorgeous upper-class fashion style". And this kind of high-quality clothing is matched all year round, how much money can be saved for the family!

"Honey, this one is suitable? Oh, and the kids are back, too. There were footsteps upstairs again, and Jenny finally said goodbye to her classic youthful attire, and went downstairs "uncharacteristically" in a very gorgeous lady's dress.

"It's beautiful!" Cheng Yuan saw her adoptive mother's dress that she had never seen before, and immediately stuck to it, and happily touched the silk mask on the surface of the dress, "It's the first time my mother wears this!" ”

The boy Cheng Dong was much shy, just clutching his schoolbag and giggling.

"Mom!" The youngest daughter has a rag doll on her head. Also babbling in the corner.

"Hehe, today is your mother's birthday, and you have to sing the birthday song first." Cheng Daxiong, who has a successful career and a happy family, laughed happily at this time.

……

At the birthday party within the family, Jenny was still as young as ever, and under the nurturing of the family as her own, the two children who had been adopted for more than nine years showed great affection and offered handmade gifts made by themselves.

Maybe it was influenced by something in the previous newspaper. In addition to singing the birthday song to his wife, Cheng Daxiong kept flipping through the newspapers on the desktop a little absent-mindedly.

"Honey, it's mealtime." Jenny quietly touched her husband's arm, and then hugged her little daughter to her lap with a mouthful of cream cake on one side.

The newspaper featured a special page about the massacre that took place in the Killarney region of Ireland...... The English were suppressing the local Catholics. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs condemned in various ways. Cheng Daxiong muttered casually while taking the cake for his little daughter himself.

"The Killarney region of Ireland...... What does it have to do with us? Jenny, who has never understood politics, was stunned for a moment, chewing on the unfamiliar place name in her mouth. I was not familiar with Ireland and immigrated to North America from Wales for more than ten years. Jenny's impression of Europe is now vague.

"It's clear that the media is building momentum and the country is going to war. Maybe not in a few months. The station is about to receive a radio leaflet. Cheng Daxiong snorted coldly in his nose and put the newspaper aside, "Except for the north side bullying the Iroquois from time to time, it has been peaceful for several years...... It is estimated that after a while, there will be external information released by Congress. ”

"The massacre in Ireland, God, the English were so cruel...... Aren't you, my dear, a member of Congress? Don't you know? After reading a few lines of the newspaper, Jenny hurriedly drew a cross on her chest, and wondered why her husband didn't know the current wind direction in the country, and he still needed to judge it through the newspaper.

"Now it's the National Security Council that calls the shots on these kinds of things, and the role of Congress is declining beyond deliberating and voting on bills. While the National Security Council is directly accountable to the Senate, it has reverted to the mode of a few people taking the initiative. Cheng Daxiong frowned, and seemed to be slightly dissatisfied with the restraint adjustments made by the speakers of the two houses in response to the somewhat overflowing powers of the Congress after the opening of the new Congress.

"That'...... Will they also go to Europe, Mr. Scott? Jenny flipped through a few more pages of the newspaper, and finally smelled a hint of blood from the lines of "righteous indignation" of the media condemnation, and her face suddenly became a little unnatural.

"Lieutenant Colonel Scott?" Cheng Daxiong was stunned for a moment, and expressed puzzlement when his wife suddenly mentioned this person's name inexplicably, "If there is a land war, the strength of the Foreign Legion alone will definitely be insufficient, and the Wehrmacht will probably be dispatched." ”

"Oh, I mean, Miss Alice is currently training in Taili and lives with her father in Manchester City. If Mr. Scott were to go to Europe again, I was afraid that Miss Alice would be affected, she was only 9 years old, and there was no one to take care of her, so she had to transfer back to West Point. As if she felt that her husband was misinterpreting herself, Jenny hastened to explain.

"Looking at the scale of the war, the key to victory or defeat with England lies at sea, and a land war is unlikely...... Ireland, Europe more than 3,000 nautical miles away. ”

Just when the two were whispering, the childish singing and clapping at the dinner table remembered again, this time it was the turn of the youngest daughter Cheng Xiaoxiao to sing the birthday song, and as a result, Jenny was happily hugged in her arms and kissed her.

……

It was late at night, and the last radio program had been broadcast an hour earlier, but in the pantry on the side of the studio, Tao Xinmei was still sitting alone.

There was a bottle of wine in front of her, I don't know which fan gave it, Tao Xinmei drank it stupidly without any emotion, and there were a little tears on her wine-red face. (To be continued)