The night before Chen Shu left, he ordered someone to bring some rice paper back from outside, and placed an inkstone and pen and ink on a broken wooden table in the ancestral hall.
He said: "Give me a couplet as a small gift before leaving."
On the rice paper were several chrysanthemums in bud, and the delicate brushwork made Hua Ting hesitate to put her hand down.
"I'm really not good at calligraphy with a brush."
At this moment, Hua Ting was standing in front of the wooden table, and Chen Shu was standing behind her.
After hearing what she said, he put his hand on the back of her hand, his smile was warm and soft, but his strength was firm and he wrote: "The embroidered curtain covers the green tiled building in front, and the green stream slopes outside the Chilan Bridge."
A line of poetry he recited lingeringly and beautifully, making his lips and teeth sweet.
The font is firm and firm, and the pen is sharp, which is exactly his style.
Chen Shu's hand moved, brushed the back of her hand, held her wrist, turned his head to her, and breathed lightly on the shell of her ear, and the soft fluff on her ear seemed to have some consciousness.
Hua Ting couldn't help but turn her head and meet his eyes.
This was the first time that Hua Ting looked at herself in Chen Shu's eyes so boldly.
She lost the smile she pretended to have and gave up all the means of sultry, leaving only a straightforward and even a little at a loss.
Chen Shu's eyes seemed to be fascinated by the sand brought up by the strong wind.
After a long time, he smiled and said, "You can write the next two sentences."
"If you don't think my words are ugly, I'd be happy to do so."
Hua Ting's eyes unconsciously wandered to the two lines of poetry she had just written, and her palms were inexplicably covered with a thin layer of sweat, which was so sticky that it made people uncomfortable. readily.
As soon as my wrist sank, I wrote the last two sentences of the poem on the rice paper: Willows are all over the sky when there is no wind, and pear flowers are all over the ground when there is no rain.
Hua Ting knew what he meant.
The words "Willows fill the sky with catkins without wind, and pear flowers fill the ground without rain" in the poem "Biwa" are two love words with deepest feelings.
It cruelly reminded him that everything in this world has its own set of laws, and there is no need to force it.
Separation is inevitable, leaving is also inevitable.
She was naturally happy that Chen Shu could figure it out.
"I took this poem with me."
Although Huating's handwriting doesn't look very good, her writing style is vigorous and free, just like her temperament.
"Are you going to frame my handwriting and hang it in a conspicuous place in your restaurant?"
"Well," before the handwriting was dry and the smell of ink drifted away, Chen Shu's eyes became much softer on these four lines of poetry, "In order to see you again one day, I choose to leave today."
These were the last words he said before leaving.
Before Chen Shu left, he personally handed over the Dragon Gang to her.
Nowadays, the Dragon Gang is the largest gang organization in Shanghai, and it is even very likely to become an international gang.
There are many tributaries, but all of them regard the "Dragon Gang" as the authentic one.
The Dragon Gang is also called "Jia Li".
There is a saying in Jia Li: With reason, you can move around the world, but without reason, it is difficult to move forward.
"That is to say, the Dragon Gang is the "passport" in society, in the world, and in all walks of life and industries.
It's not so easy to just break up.
After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, the Dragon Gang became a powerful underworld organization that spread all over the country.
In Shanghai before liberation, whether it was the powerful mayor or the bureau chief or director with backers, they must first worship the leader of the Dragon Gang before taking office.
Those high-ranking officials and warlords were three times shorter when they met the leader of the Shanghai Dragon Gang, which shows how powerful the Dragon Gang is.
Hua Ting personally handed over such a powerful gang organization to Bai Qihong without any greed.
In an instant, the news of "Bai Qihong regained the Dragon Gang" spread in the streets and alleys of Shanghai.
Regarding this plan, Hua Ting and Jian Yi reached a consensus and successfully took over the opium industry at Shiliupu Pier from Bai Qihong.
This Shiliupu Wharf is the center of the entire opium operation.
This move is one step closer to her goal.
Jian Yi lay crookedly on the soft mattress in the center of the room.
She had taken off her coat and was only wearing a plain shirt with the collar loosely gathered.
Her delicate collarbones were dyed crimson in the greenhouse.
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The enamel pot on the small table next to the bed was warming the plum blossom wine he brewed himself.
He held up the wine glass with his forehead in confusion, a bit drunk in his eyes.
"Sister Hua, now you have time to talk about us."
"What do we want?"
Hua Ting stood in front of him and poured himself a glass of plum blossom wine.
He turned it over with his bare hands and held the flower in front of his face.
The gold rim on the stand collar of his shirt reflected a pair of eyes that were full of hope.
His figure was a little plumper.
The loose shirt looks even more uneven, and she is much more mature and attractive than she was when she first came to old Shanghai in the 1930s.
Jian Yi held the wine glass, sat up straight, sloshed the gleaming liquid, squinted and watched her red lips open and close, her eyes gradually darkened, and she was slightly drunk, "Sister Hua, isn't it?"
Have you confessed to me?"
"Yes."
Hua Ting responded clearly, then smiled crookedly, raised her head and drank all the wine in her hand.
She tossed the glass carelessly, making a crunching sound on the wooden floor.
She straightened up and warmly Wen smiled softly and said, "What's so surprising?"
Jian Yi stretched out a clean and slender hand to her, and her low and sexy voice seemed to be full of bewitching magic.
"Come here."
He held her hand firmly.
Putting the wine glass on the bedside table casually, Jian Yi took her hand and gently pulled her away, then pressed her on the soft mattress in a hurry.
Hua Ting looked at him intently, the person above her was so close to her eyes, his breath was lightly blowing on the tip of her nose, the faint smell of alcohol mixed with her blurred eyes, she was almost intoxicated, "What do you want to do?"
Jian Yi lowered his head and kissed her without any explanation.
The lips were gently held, and the entanglement and longing between the lips and teeth were stained with the fragrance of the wine, and it was brewed out of control.
Jian Yi's kiss was emotional, long, demanding, and seductive.
Hua Ting gasped softly in confusion.
"Sister Hua, I told you that you will fall in love with me one day."
The evil smiling face that was magnified in front of her eyes actually had a bit of infatuated affection, locking her firmly.
"So what if I love you" "What do you think?"
He nuzzled her cheek slightly with the tip of his nose.
"But I still can't tell which day I'm going to leave."
The itch was strong, but she still held back her smile and looked at him.
"Do you think I will let you go?"
His breath was very close, hitting the tip of her nose ambiguously.
Hua Ting tilted her head, raised her eyebrows, and said with a thick smile, "It's a pity that you don't have the final say."
Jian Yi wanted to lower his head to kiss her, but was blocked by her palm.
"Jian Yi, after what happened this time, I want to make a request to you."
"you say."
"Let me join your organization."
The words were firm and powerful, and the breath sprayed strongly on the tip of his nose.
"Our organization" Jian Yi paused, the soft light in his eyes still lingering, "This is something Lao Jiang has to say."
If the nonsense is useful to Lao Jiang, what else should I do to you?
"Will you agree to my request or not?"
"Sister Hua," he smiled softly, lowered his head and pecked her lips gently, "Are you a member of our organization, are you that important?"
Hua Ting was stubborn, "What I want is to be one of you in the true sense."
"Kiss me first."
He smiled evilly, "I'll tell you after I kiss you."
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Hua Ting tilted her head, still stubborn, "Are you going to agree or not?"
"Wrap it around me."
He promised gently, raising his eyebrows at her seductively.
Hua Ting smiled slightly and slowly closed her eyes.
Jian Yi's hand reached her neckline, and with a slight twist, the button popped open, revealing her fair skin.
He kissed the corners of her lips lingeringly, moved to her ears, and took her earlobe in his mouth.
His movements were so numb that Hua Ting's eyes were covered with mist, and she hugged his shoulders back.
The fingers were lightly pressed together and slowly teased, and the body responded honestly.
The hot breath was still on the neck.
Just as his hand was about to explore downward, Hua Ting's hand let go of her, and she tightened her grip on the quilt.
Her eyes gradually faded.
The reply was clear, and he stared calmly at the swaying tassels above the bed.
Jian Yi raised his eyes to look at Hua Ting's appearance.
The peach blossoms in her eyes between the thin bangs were seductive.
Her hoarse voice came out of her fresh and thin lips, almost tempting her: "Not paying attention."
Hua Ting lowered her eyes and looked at his seductive posture, but she hugged his head with her backhand, comforted his hair without any color, sighed lowly, and the confusion and loneliness in her eyes flashed away.
He said: "I don't know whether everything I do in this era is right or wrong, including me and you."
"Sister Hua," he hugged her body tightly, "meeting you is like finding a treasure."
He kissed her ear gently, reached out to touch her cold fingertips, and intertwined his fingers with hers.
Hua Ting kneaded his fingertips slowly and gently, smiling so touchingly, "Is it me you love, or that Bai Hua Ting?"
Jian Yi seemed to hear the most incomprehensible question in the world, "My love," he sighed with a smile, "has always been you."
He hugged her tightly and buried his head in the crook of her neck.
His kisses were like bone-gnawing flowers blooming in layers, beautiful but sad, as if they were lingering to the point of death.
The round moon outside was lonely and clear, the tears falling from the red candles were piled up, and there was still an intoxicating aroma of wine in the thermos, which became more and more mellow in it.
If I steal your ribs to make wine today, will I be drunk enough to make flesh and blood a hundred years from now?
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