A day passed, and the cheque I saw on Chen's desk, the numbers on it, still lingered in Song Huanxi's mind-

One article is worth a month of hard work, the key is that there is no cost, a pen, a piece of paper, you can start work, it is simply a profit!

Song Huanxi returned home, changed out of the blue and white porcelain cheongsam on his body, moved the stack of old newspapers to the table, and immediately rummaged through it.

She remembered that Guo Hansang mentioned that Chen Xiao's London beauty article was published in the Express.

She picked out the bulletin from the foot-high stack of old newspapers.

There are not many copies, only seven or eight copies—the Condor Heroes have been on fire with wine and coffee recently, and Ming Pao is selling well, and there are many fewer people buying other newspapers.

Song Huanxi is only worried now that there is no article by Chen Xiao in these seven or eight express reports.

Fortunately, in the fifth bulletin, she finally found this London beauty!

Song Huanxi immediately read it:

As soon as I arrived in the fog capital, I was particularly nostalgic for the blue sea and blue sky of the port city, and the long-lasting fog made everything gray: street corners, benches, street lamps.

As far as the eye can see, even the trees on the side of the street and the pedestrians on the road have the color of fog.

After watching it for a long time, people's hearts can't help but be irritable, perhaps, this is the reason why the residents of Wudu love the dance party!

Because of the rainy days all year round, the gentlemen of London have a black umbrella in their hands when they go out, which can also be used as a civilization staff.

When you meet an acquaintance on the road, you can say hello with a top hat.

I don't know anything, I wear a hat, and then I open an umbrella, will the top of the umbrella often touch my head?

……

Seeing this, Song Huanxi smiled knowingly, and Chen Xiao sketched a foreign scene in a few words, which made people feel immersive.

Finally, this little silence is the finishing touch, she seems to see the rainy streets of London-

Under a black umbrella, the London gentlemen wearing black top hats passed each other, and suddenly two acquaintances collided, one of them subconsciously raised the top hat, and his hand moved, ah, hit the umbrella!

……

After going to school and returning home, I gradually became familiar with life in the fog capital, and I finally met the first light of London.

Her name is Winnie and she is the daughter of the bakery.

Unlike her taciturn father, who focused on making bread, and her mother, who was always chattering and complaining, Winnie didn't say much, but she always made people feel a different kind of warmth:

"Chen, today is a rare sunny day!"

"There's still a little bit of leftover bread from yesterday's sale today, can I fill it for you?" Much cheaper. ”

"The newly baked scones, you must try them!"

She would sneak a sneak glance at her snarky mother, and then secretly give me a bit of freshly baked offcuts—her father usually indulged in her petty waywardness and turned a blind eye to it.

So, I ate hot scones one after another, freshly baked white bread, and fragrant muffins-

I would often bring her a piece of chocolate, or an apple, sometimes a sprig of flowers that I had folded off the campus, sometimes a hydrangea, sometimes a rose, depending on the season.

The exchange of gifts became a secret between Winnie and me.

……

Song Huanxi was a little fascinated by it, she didn't expect that Chen Xiao also had such a romantic past, but she had seen Chen Xiao's wife, who was a very capable Chinese woman, so in the end, this story would be a tragedy?

With a little worry about the ending, Song Huanxi continued to watch:

Since when did Winnie gradually disappear from my life?

Oh yes, it started with my new roommate Robert moving in.

He had the light blonde hair that is common in England, was a member of the fraternity at school, and was very lively, and invited me to an evening dance the day after he arrived.

I looked at the empty living room and couldn't believe it: "Here? At night? Ball? ”

He laughed and put his arm around my shoulder: "Haha, my brother, you just wait for the wine and the beautiful woman to come to the door!" ”

He didn't lie to me, and in the evening, the guests came one after another: each guest brought a gift, or half a bottle of red wine, or a plate of cake, or some with fruit.

An international student from India even brought a curry! We cooked a pot of rice to accompany his curry!

The dance lasted all night, and the pretty girls spun from one boy's arms to another, and when everyone was drunk, the unpretty girls began to spin from one boy's arms to another.

In short, everybody is spinning, spinning, spinning all the time.

From that day on, our home was almost a ballroom, and every once in a while, we had balls.

The old lady downstairs, who lived alone, first slammed her cane on the ceiling to protest, and then came to the door, and after being dismissed by Robert's rhetoric, she also tried to call the police.

As a result, as soon as the police came in, they were pulled by a beautiful girl to kiss hotly, and everyone was coaxing.

Those days were both ridiculous and wonderful!

The dance lasted until the wee hours of the morning, and I couldn't get up early, I didn't need breakfast, and I lost the opportunity to meet Winnie.

If she hadn't suddenly appeared at the ball, maybe I would have forgotten about her.

Winnie is such a beautiful girl, as soon as she appears, she steals everyone's attention, and the boys line up to dance with her.

And I didn't even have the courage to invite her.

After Winnie danced with all the boys, she came straight to me, she gasped and bent down, "Chen, aren't you going to dance with me?" ”

I looked at her thin waist with some concern, and she was still wearing an old-fashioned petticoat made of whalebone, which was thinner than a man's hands together.

Winnie laughed and pulled me up, just like a jazz song, and I hugged her and swayed slowly, her face pressed against mine, and her long eyelashes brushed over my face, making my heart itch:

"Chen, why don't you come to the store? The bread I left for you is sour. ”

I'm speechless.

Since then, Winnie has become a regular at the ball, and she has gone from dancing with all the boys to dancing with me most of the time, and then everybody, too, treating us as a couple.

The enthusiasm of the English girls gave them the courage to express their love, and that night, after most of them were drunk, Winnie put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately, and she called my name passionately, and the reflection in her eyes was all me: "Chen! Old! ”

I took a deep breath of my hand and pulled her passionate arm down with difficulty, knowing that my conservative feudal father would never accept a blonde daughter-in-law, let alone a grandson who might also be blonde.

How do I refuse my beloved girl?

……

Scumbag!

Song Huanxi slammed the newspaper on the table with a snap, another fine wine and pot water!