Hua Ting opened her eyes drowsily.
There was a blurry scene in front of me.
"Miss, you are finally awake," a strange female voice said.
In front of her eyes was a glazed chandelier, which shone a dazzling golden warm light above her head.
Dense crystal curtains hung around each small lamp, all made of five-color glazed.
The precious light and flower shadows were particularly charming.
It's rare in this day and age.
Why did that appear above her head?
"Miss, wake up, miss, wake up."
It was the strange female voice just now.
She ran outside the door and shouted in an unknown direction, "Madam, master, miss is awake."
After a brief period of confusion, Hua Ting sat up.
She just seemed to hear someone calling Miss, Miss, wait, something doesn't seem right in this room.
She looked around carefully.
She found the unfamiliar maroon teak floor, velvet sofa by the window, flat jacquard curtains, and European-style off-white dressing table.
The layout of everything around her was so unfamiliar.
There was a soft red duvet where her fingers touched.
She was surprised to find that she was wearing a dark purple silk nightgown.
She never wore this kind of clothing.
A woman wearing a blue and white stand-collar cheongsam came in from the door.
The moment she saw Hua Ting, there were still some tears in her eyes.
"You kid, why are you walking so recklessly?"
There was a little blame, but more of a feeling of distress.
When Hua Ting woke up safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if something in his heart had finally fallen away, "Does your head still hurt?"
Hua Ting subconsciously touched her forehead, which was wrapped with a bandage.
"You scared me to death."
She covered her chest with a look of shock on her face.
"You fell down such a long flight of steps.
I really thought you could not save your life."
The woman in front of her looks to be about 35 years old, with curly hair, thin eyebrows and long eyelashes.
She has a bright red color on her lips.
Her eyes are gentle when she speaks, and she also has a bit of playfulness that is rare at this age.
“Thank God for that” Her small face looks full of ancient charm against the blue and white orchids on her cheongsam.
It is not difficult to tell that she was an excellent beauty when she was young.
She said she was her mother Hua Ting was stunned.
"Does your head still hurt?"
The woman looked at her face carefully and repeated the question she just asked.
"Why am I here?"
Hua Ting did not ask a series of questions such as "Who are you?"
"Why are you wearing such clothes and saying such things?"
"Are you filming TV?"
"Why is the layout of this room so strange?"
Speaking of which, she has read many time-travel novels and knows that in such a situation she is likely to be In addition, she clearly remembered what happened before, her great-grandpa’s 90th birthday, her great-grandma’s red cheongsam, she pushed open the bathroom door, and the dazzling white light that hit her face.
"Silly boy, you fell unconscious after falling down the stairs on the second floor.
Fortunately, Axiang and Acai found out in time."
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She sat on the edge of the bed and held Hua Ting's hand.
"Doctor Chang just came to give me a prescription."
Headache medicine, otherwise I think your life is really in danger."
Is it that serious?
Axiang and Acai must be the two young girls standing behind the woman, who look to be in their early 20s.
They are dressed in servant clothes, with pigtails and clear and innocent eyes.
Hua Ting's right hand, which was still hidden under the quilt, pinched her thigh hard.
The pain made her grimace.
Now it was better, and she was even more sure that she was not dreaming.
"What's wrong with you and why you feel uncomfortable?"
"No" rules out the possibility of dreaming, so now she should be Traveled through "You must be hungry.
I'll ask Axiang to bring the food."
"Oh no, I want to go down and eat by myself."
This is a beautiful Western-style mansion.
The lobby on the first floor is equipped with soft-light chandeliers.
Several retro Roman columns stand majestically on both sides of the hall entrance.
The floor is covered with a European palace-style dark gold carpet, with gorgeous candlesticks and a four-meter long table.
There are silver tableware and 8 delicious food courses.
Extending your sight is a Spanish-style fireplace made of red bricks.
There are several handicraft oil paintings on it.
The flowers cannot be named.
In short, he is a wealthy family.
Such an exquisite layout is simply elegant and luxurious.
Hua Ting sat at the dining table, still feeling like she was dreaming.
"How are your injuries?"
A middle-aged man holding a brown cigar came from the corner of the living room.
He was wearing a blue cotton gown and a gray felt hat that was popular during the Republic of China.
The new trendy Western-style mansion looks out of place.
"It's nothing, just a broken skin."
Although Hua Ting was hungry, her attention was not on the food.
Instead, she paid attention to the layout of the house, looked at the clothes of the people around her, and thought carefully about whether she had traveled through time.
Which era.
"Let me take a look."
He walked closer to Huating and leaned down slightly.
The serious look on his face makes people shudder.
Hua Ting moved away unnaturally, "It's just a little bit of skin."
This slightly fat middle-aged face revealed a faint smile.
"After staying in the United States for a few years, I became wild."
Hua Ting looked at the man in front of her calmly.
He had a high nose and deep nasolabial folds.
At first glance, he looked like a typical head of a family with a strong voice.
"Girls should be more dignified, you know?"
Don’t be naughty again.”
He speaks like a father or a brother.
Just when Hua Ting was thinking about her relationship with him, the beautiful woman who claimed to be her mother came down the stairs and said, "My daughter is so hurt that you, a father, not only ignored her, but actually asked her go out" father father daughter relationship "We have something to discuss."
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Although the middle-aged man still looked serious, his tone was particularly gentle in front of this beautiful woman.
The woman wasn't really angry, she just glared at him angrily and said, "Come back early."
"knew."
A man in black at the entrance of the hall bowed to him first, and then said in a respectful tone: "Sir, the car is ready."
The middle-aged man nodded, glanced at Hua Ting before leaving, and happened to meet her eyes.
He still warned her with a serious face: "Stay at home and recover well, and don't think wrongly."
It can be concluded from his words that his daughter's temperament is very similar to Hua Ting's.
Not only is she rude, but she is also very playful.
The woman looked at the bandage on Hua Ting's forehead and was still worried, "What if there is a scar?"
By the way, she suddenly thought, if she really traveled through time, would her current skin still be her original appearance?
Hua Ting pushed the chair away and ran upstairs.
She wanted to find a mirror to see what she had become.
She remembered that there was a dressing table in the room she just came out of.
Behind him was a woman shouting anxiously, "What's wrong, you kid?
You're always running up and down like crazy.
Be careful and you fall again."
Hua Ting stood in front of the mirror and reached out to touch her face.
She was right.
Her voice had not changed and her appearance had not changed.
So which era had she traveled to and why was there another her in this era?
"Hua Ting, come down and eat quickly," the woman downstairs shouted to her in a high voice.
Even the names of the flowers are the same She ran downstairs in a hurry, preparing to recruit Amnesia to get some information from the woman, but before the play started, she glanced at what looked like newspapers spread out on the coffee table next to the fireplace.
The dark gray paper of the same style, when I looked closer, there were a few big characters printed on it: "Zhao Yiran, the most powerful brand of Paramount" It was Shanghai Daily.
Hua Ting was shocked.
The date shown on the lower right side of the text: June 21, 1931.
She turned around in disbelief.
The woman at the dining table had a perm and wavy bangs, the most common hairstyle during the Republic of China.
Her hair was smooth, beautiful and shiny, classic and charming, and a versatile choice for cheongsam.
"Hua Ting, have you hit your head?"
The woman walked towards her with a worried look on her face, holding a coffee cup.
So, I have traveled to the old Shanghai period in 1931 Where's dad, and where's Ding Yaoyi, great-great-grandpa?
"Hua Ting, are you okay?"
The aroma of coffee drifted past her nose.
"Uh no, I'm going to eat."
There were so many unsolved mysteries that Hua Ting felt restless all night.
She thought that when she woke up, it was all just a dream.
When she woke up the next day, she was still lying on the soft big bed yesterday.
The sunlight shined through the window and through the gaps in the curtains into her eyes.
It was hot and dazzling.
She sat up all of a sudden, and her sleepiness subsided.
At this moment Only then did I truly believe that I had traveled through time.
She got out of bed and opened the curtains.
In the garden downstairs, two gardeners were pruning the cineraria plants that were about to bloom.
An old woman was arguing with a vendor who was delivering food about whether the oysters were fresh.
The old woman spoke sharply, and the vendor scratched the back of his head and laughed in embarrassment.
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She I heard the voice of the woman from yesterday coming from the lobby on the first floor, telling Axiang to go upstairs and call her for dinner.
Hua Ting opened the closet and saw neatly arranged sets of dresses and a few large off-white dolls.
It can be imagined that although this Miss Hua Ting has a carefree personality, she has the heart of a princess.
Although these things were not her usual style, she had no choice.
There were croissants, toast and milk on the dining table downstairs, as well as soy milk and fried dough sticks.
She grabbed a fried dough stick and stuffed it into her mouth, her movements rough and indifferent.
She was really hungry and had not eaten enough last night.
The woman smiled: "Hua Ting, you have changed your taste."
"What flavor?"
she asked vaguely while chewing the fried dough sticks, and then took a sip of soy milk.
"Don't you like Chinese breakfast?"
"Yeah" The serious middle-aged man put down the newspaper in his hand and said, "She looks different every day.
You can guess her accurately."
His eyes were slightly reproachful.
Hua Ting listened without saying a word.
It seemed that "Classmate Hua Ting" was a troublesome young lady.
And this middle-aged man is incomparable to her kind-hearted "Bai Dad".
Although "Bai Dad" is stern, he always has a smile on his face, unlike him, who has a cold face.
"Hua Ting just came back from the United States, and of course she hasn't gotten used to it yet."
The woman put another fried dough stick in her bowl.
Hua Ting stuffed it into her mouth, not wanting to say anything more.
But did that American classmate "Hua Ting" just come back from studying in the United States?
It’s not surprising that wealthy families in this era like to send their children abroad.
After Hua Ting finished eating, she put down her chopsticks and stood up, "I'll go upstairs and change some clothes."
"What are you going to change clothes for?"
the woman asked.
"Want to go out for a walk."
The man in front of her calmly put down the cup in his hand, and said to her categorically with a plain face: "You are not allowed to go out until your head injury is healed.
I will practice piano at home these days."
He took the cup from the servant.
After wetting the towel, he wiped his hands and continued, "I usually let you get used to being wild and become lawless.
You are now a grown man.
It's time to rein in your temper."
"Practice the piano".
She knows nothing about musical instruments.
If this family doesn't mind, she can show them a set of marksmanship skills.
"Yes, Hua Ting, you should stay at home and recuperate these days."
The woman didn't like her personality of wandering around like a boy all day long.
Now that the man had spoken, she would naturally have no objection.
Obviously, he has the final say in this home.
Hua Ting was grounded.
At first, she couldn't figure it out.
She just fell down the stairs and was slightly injured.
How could such a thing be necessary?
Later, she learned from the woman that it was her "father" who had arranged a blind date for her with the Jian family's son a few days ago.
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She was deliberately screwed up, and the anger in her heart was still lingering.
Later, she fell down the stairs and was injured.
She had always wanted her daughter to be the "father" of a standard lady who lived in a boudoir playing piano and painting.
After hearing this, she only added fuel to the fire.
So he took this opportunity to ground her.
Hua Ting looked at several men in black standing outside the gate.
They were tall and strong.
It was impossible for her to go out.
She didn't know how to play the piano, so she could only sit there.
In this era without TVs, computers and mobile phones, it is really boring.
The woman and a few friends were drinking tea and playing mahjong in the lobby on the first floor.
Hua Ting felt bored, so she thought of going down and joining them.
She learned mahjong during the summer vacation of her second year in junior high school.
She often went to the home of her friends and played mahjong for two or three hours after meals.
She also mastered various mahjong techniques, such as sky mahjong, ground mahjong, eating mahjong, all-in-one mahjong, and bumper mahjong.
All cities.
Regarding Hua Ting's joining, the woman and several friends all stared at her with wide eyes.
In such an era, which lady would do such a ridiculous thing?
If her iceberg-faced father knew about it, the consequences would be Unthinkable.
She couldn't control that much anymore, so instead of letting her sit there and suffocate, it was better to let her play mahjong for a while, so she rolled up her sleeves and sat down on the seat where the woman had been sitting.
Although the mahjong style of this era is different from that of her time, the rules are still similar.
Coupled with Hua Ting's talent and intelligence, she figured out the principles in one game.
In two hours, I won a lot of money for the woman.
"Oh Mrs.
Bai, your daughter is really a mahjong expert."
The woman wearing a pink cheongsam sitting in the "Suzaku Seat" was obviously unhappy.
However, her "mother", Mrs.
Bai as they called her, seemed very excited.
"No, you didn't let her go."
She smiled from ear to ear.
"Where did this little eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl learn such a charlatanism?"
the woman in the pink cheongsam said and rolled her eyes at her.
"Beginners, you're just lucky."
Hua Ting didn't know that their card-playing skills couldn't even compare with her group of bad friends.
I wanted to continue playing, and deliberately lost a few games to them.
After all, this is entertainment, and we should be friendly.
It would be difficult to get angry.
Hua Ting's interest was still there, but Axiang ran towards her in a panic as if facing a formidable enemy, "Madam, Miss, the master is back."
Mrs.
Bai's expression changed immediately when she heard "Master is back".
She pulled Hua Ting and urged, "Quick, go upstairs and practice the piano."
It’s piano practice again.
Hua was speechless.
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