Spring in the Northland always comes late, and at the end of March, at the beginning of April, people are looking forward to it, and it finally arrives.

Early in the morning, White House.

Spring flowers and willows, fragrant and fragrant. On the white-lacquered copper bed hung with a rose-red tent, Bai Liu's grandmother Dong Yun was having a hot fight with her little lover Liang Mosheng. The wine-red bed was lying down together, and the two of them were upside down, and at the end, Liang Mosheng fell exhausted on the snow-white belly of Grandma Bai Liu, panting heavily.

"Alas-" Grandma Bai Liu's voice dragged out her tone softly, sighed, and gently wiped Liang Mosheng's slightly sweat-soaked hair, "It's still young, it's not like the previous one, it's just grinding." ”

"Really?" Liang Mosheng smiled faintly. After resting for a while, he came back to his senses, and the copper bed shook again.

The two of them tossed until nearly ten o'clock before getting up, showered separately, freshened up and dressed, and Dong Yun took Liang Mosheng's hand downstairs. The two were going to go to the Huale Hotel for dinner.

When they walked to the carved iron gate of Baifu and waited for the car, the two saw the little girl standing outside the door at the same time. The girl was thin and weak, and her arms were like reed sticks, and she was tightly wrapped in a rag.

And this package really didn't have any valuables, except for the steamed buns that she had eaten on the way here, only a short dark brown shirt and a letter wrapped in the clothes.

The old butler was dealing with her.

"Uncle Bai, what's wrong?" Dong Yun beckoned to the old butler and motioned for him to come over.

When the old butler saw that it was the mistress who had come out, he suddenly took the corner of his robe and hurried to her to report the situation.

"Sixth grandmother, I don't know which family it is, standing at the door early in the morning, I have to say that I want to find her aunt, and I can't get rid of it......" The old housekeeper spread his hands and made a helpless look.

"Auntie? How could there be her aunt here? I'm afraid that there is a poor relative who came to fight the autumn breeze nearby, and even the door is wrong. Dong Yu didn't care, and still held Liang Mosheng's hand and waited for her car. I couldn't wait left and right, and looked at the girl carefully, but at the age of eleven or twelve, she was born delicate.

"Little girl, there is no aunt for you here, you can see clearly, this is Baifu." The old butler decided to bother with another round of talking, but if it didn't work, he called out.

"The letter was written (so), and my aunt lives here." The little girl frowned, and pointed to a few Western-style buildings with her thin fingers. She wore an old patched jacket, with a gray face, a small mouth chapped and white.

"Letter? What letter? Dong Yun listened to her Sichuan dialect, and suddenly became nervous in his heart, stepping on her big red pointed cowhide high heels, and walked towards her "pits".

The little girl opened the package, took out a neatly folded old garment, opened it, and took out a pile of yellowed letter paper and a crumpled handkerchief wrapped in the garment. Dong Yun's eyes were sharp, and at a glance, he saw that there was a name on the handkerchief embroidered with a few small wild chrysanthemums - Dong Xia.

Thinking that she had seen it wrong, she pulled the handkerchief and held it in her hand to look at it carefully—the yellowed handkerchief was indeed from her memories of her girlhood.

At that time, she was only fourteen or fifteen years old, the daughter of a poor family in Sichuan, with an older brother who was a hanger and a gentle and kind sister. The eldest brother Dong Chun and the second sister Dong Xia, when they lined her up, it was autumn, and later when they came to Beiping, Master Bai changed this "autumn" to "湫".

She hasn't read any books, no matter what Master Bai says, her watery peach blossom eyes are like water, she just needs her misty peach blossom eyes to hook the rich businessman Bai Yanqing in her hand, and let her break off the poor past.

But who knew that this past had left a little tail hidden from her, and she was quietly found more than ten years later.

"Whose veil does this veil belong to?" Dong Yu asked anxiously.

"Holy." The little girl blinked.

At this time, the car drove over, Dong Yun turned around and said to Liang Mosheng: "You go to the restaurant to eat first, don't wait for me, I still have some things to deal with here." ”

Liang Mosheng didn't ask much, the driver came down and opened the door for him, he lifted his feet and got into the car and left, but before leaving, he inadvertently glanced at the girl, and the girl happened to stare at him curiously. The moment they looked at each other, he found that the girl's pair of watery peach blossom eyes were actually carved out according to the eyes of Bai Liu's grandmother Dong Yun.

Dong Yun walked in front of him in a panic, and the girl followed as fast as she could. I passed through a few corridors and moon doors in the clouds, and I saw a beautiful house several times and thought I had to go in, but when I turned a corner, there was a row of rockery pools and small pink flower beds in front of me.

Finally entering the flower hall of a Western-style building, Dong Yu walked to a purple velvet sofa in the center and sat down, and asked the maid to light her cigar. The girl watched Dong Yun swallow the clouds and spit out the fog for a while, and finally the clouds and mist dissipated, and the two pairs of peach blossom eyes as big as grapes looked at each other like this.

"What's your name?"

"Yuan An."

At first glance, I thought it was the name of the family's newly bought housekeeper.

"Are you here alone? Where's your mother? Dong Yu asked again.

"When I was five years old, my mother had an illness that was not cured." After Yuan An finished speaking, he handed the stack of letterhead to Dong Huan, who took the letter with his cigar in his hand, and his two curved eyebrows frowned slightly.

Many years later, Yuan An remembered this scene, the smell of cigars and two slightly frowning eyebrows, and then her dear aunt often made decisions that changed the course of her life.

Dong Yun flipped through them one by one, and the last correspondence time was seven years ago, when Yuan An was five years old, and it was also the time when her fate with her second sister Dong Xia was completely over.

Bai Liu's grandmother Dong Xiang fell in love with a gangster on the street in her cardamom years, the honest and responsible poor family looked down on this treacherous little oil head, the first love of the girl Dong Xiang was strongly opposed by the family, how do you know that the more restrained, the more resistant, the two of them were heartbroken, and simply stole the family's money and eloped to Beiping, at the foot of the emperor of the imperial city, there may not be a mouthful of food for the two of them.

It's a pity that Dong Yun never expected that there would be such a thing as a change of heart in the world. The little gangster left her little white face who was willing to be a noble lady when she was hungry and cold, and she struggled for half a year, and was picked up by Master Bai by chance to be the sixth aunt, until the seventh or eighth year of filling the house, she still had correspondence with her sister Dong Xia.

Later, the letters sent by Dong Yun were always returned, so the contact was cut off.

"You found it all the way with the address on this letter?" The slender and slender eyebrows on Dong Yun's left side were gently raised by her.

She unconsciously lit herself another cigar. She deliberately created a mysterious curtain for herself and the little girl in front of her to block the fact that she couldn't resist the fact of blood relatives.

"Hmm."

The air was silent for a long time before there was another sound. "Listen, my name is Dong Huan, and I am the aunt you are looking for." After Dong Yun finished speaking, he took a hard puff on his cigar.

Yuan An didn't see half a tear squeezed out of the corner of Dong Yun's eyes in a faint smoke, she shrank and didn't wait for Dong Yun to speak, and continued with courage: "My mother died early, and my father wanted to go out to make money, so he fostered me at my uncle's house." This year, my father died of illness and lost his living expenses, and my uncle wanted to marry my cousin as a child daughter-in-law, but I didn't want to marry my cousin, so I ......"

Yuan An didn't get any reply after saying this "so", and the dead silence around her pressed her to swallow her saliva with difficulty, and she opened her mouth to say: "So I came to Beiping to find my aunt and begged my aunt to give me an idea." As soon as she finished speaking, she knelt down consciously.

She also knelt down to her aunt in fear, she said that she didn't want to be a child daughter-in-law, and when she grew up, she would repay her uncle and aunt in a different way, when she got a big mouth and a bunch of dirty words, it was that big mouth that beat her to Beiping, so that she stole a sum of money at night to catch the train to Beiping.

She knelt tremblingly, thinking to herself that if it was a big mouth, she would never go back to Sichuan, to the dark and damp broken stilted building, to the wolf-like pickled eyes of her eighteen-year-old cousin when he looked at her.

Suddenly, a pair of slender and delicate hands came down, but instead of giving Yuan An a big mouth, they fell on her small hands, making a gesture to pull her up.

Yuan An got up a little dazed.

At this moment, Dong Huan put down his cigar, the smoke dispersed again, Dong Huan looked at the small face of the villain in front of him the size of a palm and the pair of peach blossom eyes that were like himself, steamy peach blossom eyes, smiled kindly, and said: "I am your aunt, of course I have to take care of you, I will wait for you to fall into the hands of your dead turtle uncle." ”

Dong Yun listened to Yuan An's Sichuan dialect, and couldn't help but speak Sichuan dialect to scold her eldest brother who had not met for decades.

"You will stay with your aunt in the future, and if your uncle dares to come and ask for someone, your aunt will call him out." Dong Yun wanted to reach out and touch her, looked at her dirty face and two unkempt and gray braids, and had nowhere to put his hands, so he simply patted her little shoulder and asked, "Have you read and read?" ”

Yuan An shook his head, "I can't recognize any of them." ”

She said that if she is illiterate, she must not be modest, and that it is better to use the money to study to give her rotten asshole uncle two cups. Dong Yu thought secretly in his heart and said, "That's nothing. Starting tomorrow, my aunt will send you to the Shanghai Foreign School, read Western Chinese, learn Western piano, Western painting, and wait a few years......"

"Wait a few years for you to be generous, and you will definitely be the most showy flower in the social venues of Beiping City."

However, the latter words quickly swirled on the tip of Dong Yun's tongue, and he didn't say it after all, only letting Dong Yun secretly have fun in his heart. Yuan An didn't care what the situation would be like in a few years, she was already dizzy when she heard these words at this time, and it seemed that she was about to ascend to heaven.

"Still."

The modern young woman in front of her suddenly took a turn, Yuan An was shocked, and waited for her next sentence with trepidation.

"Your name needs to be changed." Dong Yun frowned and thought seriously, "You have to be modern...... Let's just call it An Qi. ”

Yuan Anqi. The girl silently recited it in her heart, not knowing whether it was good or bad.

Seeing that she didn't react, Dong Yu was like a goose, she was too lazy to talk nonsense, and said bluntly: "An Qi, live here with peace of mind in the future, no one dares to embarrass you, this is your aunt's house."

She said this with a smile on her face.

This mansion is indeed hers now, but because it was used as her husband Bai Yanqing's mansion before, it has existed for a longer time, so even if it changes hands, people outside still call it Baifu.

Her husband, Bai Yanqing, can be regarded as one of the richest businessmen in Beiping City. Bai Yanqing met Dong Huan, who was in his prime, when he knew his destiny, and after pouring out all the romantic tenderness of the rest of his life, he gave her the house and a huge amount of money when he died, as well as his proudest business.

After a fierce battle with several other aunts and grandmothers, Bai Liu's grandmother Dong Yu grabbed the real estate money in her hand and began to wander.

She thought that she had dedicated the best years of her life to a person who had been cut off into the ground, and finally completely liberated after more than ten years, when she was only thirty-four years old, she had money, good looks, and all the mature charm to attract men, and she was determined to fill the lifeless regrets of the first twenty years with countless young loves.

Taking a deep puff of the cigar with satisfaction, Dong Yun raised his hand and asked the maid to take the niece who couldn't stop thanking him to clean up, while he sat cross-legged on the sofa, leaned back, took the cigar and continued to smoke.

Looking at this beautiful girl who was so surprised that she didn't know what to do, Dong Yun's wishful thinking had already been made.

He Dong Chun doesn't want to raise a girl for nothing, and he won't raise it for nothing. What's more, when it comes to face and aura, with Yuan Anqi's strength to dare to go to Beiping alone to find herself at a young age, she is really a rare one among countless readers, and she is her own aunt, her only lifesaver at the moment.

Throwing away the cigarette butts, Dong Yun clapped her hands, the car that sent Liang Mosheng to the hotel first had already returned, she carried a soft silver gray silk handbag, got into the car, and went straight to the hotel.

When he arrived, Liang Mosheng was drinking coffee, and Dong Yu came before he began to order. The two each ordered a sirloin steak and a few desserts, and Dong Yun asked for a bottle of brandy.

Liang Mosheng never asked her about the origin of the little girl and how she arranged it, he just looked at Dong Yun quietly, and his eyes were so calm that there was no trace of turbulence - he was sure that Dong Yun would tell him one by one, without this ability, how could he hold Dong Huan, who was in the limelight and worth tens of thousands.

Sure enough, Dong Yun explained Yuan Anqi's life experience clearly while waiting for the dishes, and said that he was going to raise her in Baifu for her to study. didn't say any more later, Dong Yun squeezed his eyes at Liang Mosheng, of course Liang Mosheng understood her intentions, that little girl was indeed a beautiful embryo.

He had already inquired before he came back from studying abroad, and when Master Bai died, he left her such a huge sum of money, and it was enough for her to live for a few lifetimes, but this young woman felt that she was still in her prime, and she couldn't become an old woman in this lonely white house, and she was determined to be her own Empress Dowager Cixi in the white house and push the fate wheel of the people around her.

She had followed Master Bai for more than ten or twenty years before, and she had already figured out the set of business scriptures that she needed, and not long ago, she began to cultivate some people for her own use. In the huge capital, there is no shortage of women from poor families who are willing to throw themselves into her and beg her to cultivate.

So she began to take some good-looking little girls to dinners, concerts, evening parties, opera boxes, and so that she would receive the profits she expected. Sometimes she also uses her own means to entrap her, and the other party is usually a young man with good looks and demeanor, which is also to compensate for her years in the mood for herself and facing a withered old man all day long.

Liang Mosheng's Lao Tzu Liang is a department store chain, and has always had a lot of friendship with Bai Liu's grandmother Dong Huan, he knows that he is an inconspicuous one of the strings of sons of Liang Laozi, if he follows him after returning to China, he will inevitably be squeezed out by the brothers in front of him who have a firm foothold and find out the way, and it is very likely that he will finally fall and bleed into nothing. So he simply looked for another way. This plan was found on Grandma Bai Liu, who still had the charm of Baifu in Beiping City.

He remembered when he first met Dong Yun in late autumn last year, it was a dinner party hosted by his son at home, and when the sound of the lobby sounded, he climbed her thin waist branch and swayed on the dance floor. After introducing herself softly in her ear, Dong Yun said casually, "Twenty-three? Only seven years older than my son. ”

But by that time her crimson ears and slightly haloed cheeks had exposed themselves. Liang Mosheng didn't say anything, lowered his head and smiled, hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and from time to time a light breeze blew close to her ear, and the faint smell of tobacco hit gently, and finally the song ended, and one of Dong Yun's ears was so red that water could drip out.

When she went back that night, she had to admit that after many years, her long-sealed girl's heart was once again moved - she was awakened by that young and straight body and handsome and sultry face. She began to date him, and at first he was always looking for excuses to excuse herself, so she had to run after him all over the city in her eye-catching red car.

Dong Yun's body soaked in rose juice every day followed the swan-feathered and snowy Beiping City, and after freezing for a whole winter, he was finally moistened when the snow melted and the earth rejuvenated. As soon as Chunyi warmed up her frozen brain, she thought that she had chased Liang Mosheng into her hands.

At this time, the dishes were ready, they were sitting in the position near the window, it was almost noon, the warm sun of early spring was shining in, Dong Yun raised his eyes to look at the man sitting opposite, his slender white hands were holding a knife and fork, slowly cutting the steak. The sunlight swirled on the knife, glowing white, and his hands were intertwined, looking clear and calm. Dong Shu saw that he was wearing a light gray tweed suit, and the whole person was faintly melted into the spring light, which made her lose her mind for a while.

"Why don't you eat it? Can't you move? Liang Mosheng saw Dong Yu's rather dazed look, got up and took the knife and fork in her hand, personally cut the steak into small pieces for her, and put the knife and fork back in her hand.

Dong Yun's peach blossom eyes were filled with a mist of water. Feeling the cup on the side a little helplessly, and drank a large mouthful of brandy, Dong Yun shuddered, sobered up a lot, and said: "What did you mean last time, or do you want to share a share of the property in your Lao Tzu's name?" ”

Liang Mosheng said casually: "If you can get him, of course it's better." ”

"I just heard here that your father is going to open a department store in Tianjin, would you like to try it?" Dong Yun asked stammered, looking more concerned about Liang Mosheng himself and his future.

"Tianjin?" The tone was a little hesitant.