It was almost half an hour after the emergency alarm was sounded, the faint sound of airplanes sounded in the sky, and the street was quiet, without a single light.

Zhao Hai got up from the stone steps in front of the iron gate of the bank, walked to the sidewalk, and raised his head to look at the sky. The sky was gray and black, like a faded black cloth, and he could see nothing but the thick shadow of the towering buildings opposite. It is far away from the extravagant vocal music of Night Shanghai, Paramount and other Fengyue places, and Zhaohai does not like to go to that kind of place.

At first, Manyun always took him there to make friends, drink and dance, but later she saw that Zhaohai was silent and uncomfortable as soon as she arrived there, and Manyun no longer forced him. It's just that she herself is a guest there every night, Xu Manjun likes to dance, and sometimes when the mood comes, she will also go on stage and sing a song, and the glamorous sound can always bring her cheers and pursuits.

Zhao Hai raised his head for a long time, he didn't pay attention to what he was listening to, he wasn't paying attention to what he was looking at, he was doing it as if he was just trying to kill time. Time seemed to be deliberately working against him, moving very slowly, not only slowly, but he even felt that it had stopped. It has been a year and a half since he came to Shanghai in this "slow" eras, and time seems to have lost its effect to him, except for him counting the days and living his life every day.

"Xin'er should be almost two years old now, and in my memory, this beautiful little baby should be able to walk by now, right? Is it naughty or not? Will it be very hard for Yunting to raise children, does she still hate her own goodbye? Did Zhaonong get married? Is Zhaoshen still so impulsively pursuing freedom? These have been asked thousands of times in Zhaohai's brain, and he has answered them thousands of times in his own words.

The cold of the night gradually passed through the gray robe on his body, and his body suddenly shook slightly, only to realize that he had forgotten his coat in the office just after work. The cold winter night wind pierced his back incessantly, and he shuddered. He rubbed his hands together and took two steps and a few more steps down the sidewalk. He raised his hand and looked at his watch, the time pointed to 8:40, and when he returned to the residence at this time, it must have been inevitable for the housekeeper Sister Chen's inquiry, and he didn't bother to explain the reason why he came home late. Every time he inexplicably resisted Sister Chen's interrogation of himself, because he knew that when her master came back, she would ask her master for a reward, and he didn't let her be satisfied. Every time he saw Sister Chen's angry red face, Zhao Hai felt comfortable in his heart. "Alas—I've become abnormal for a year and a half!"

Zhao Hai will never forget the time he received a telegram from Zhao Nong from the bank, which was sent according to the address given by Zhao Hai, and he did not dare to keep the address. The telegram roughly meant that everything was safe at home. Zhaohai hid it on his body like a treasure, took it out from time to time and watched it repeatedly, chatting about his homesickness. Later, she inadvertently fell into the hands of Sister Chen, and she hurriedly handed it over to Xu Manyun. When Xu Manyun lit the telegram, the burning flame danced in front of Zhaohai, and he never hated Xu Manyun as much as he did at that moment.

Half a month ago, he learned from the security officer that Xu Manyun, in his capacity as vice president of the Shanghai Federation, had signed a three-year duty-free import agreement with the British Chamber of Commerce in Shanghai, and all British goods entered the Shanghai Customs Inspection-free and duty-free. In exchange, the British Consulate in Shanghai promised Xu Manjun her full support for her candidacy for the new president of the Shanghai Federation during this year's presidential election.

Zhao Hai's mind crossed through the experiences like a movie, and there were several dark shadows squatting in the not too dark corner in front of him, he felt that he was very much like these homeless people, he took out five silver dollars from his pocket and put them in front of these black shadows, and then he tightened his neckline, and walked away with his arms curled.

Xu Mansion is really a luxurious and spacious manor, but it is like the tomb of Zhaohai.