Hua Ting followed Jian Yi to Nanjing.
When the car stopped in front of the courtyard gate of the mansion labeled "Jane's", Shi Yin'ai acted like the hostess of the house and showed her around.
This simple mansion has two buildings.
The one at Yingyuanmen is a two-story Western-style building, and the one inside is a three-story Western-style building with blue brick exterior walls and unique fish-scale tiles on the roof.
There are also four bungalows in the courtyard for servants and orderlies to live.
With a total of 22 rooms on 6 floors and a total construction area of more than 700 square meters, it is a very eye-catching luxury mansion.
Although these garden houses were not very new in Hua Ting's eyes, the scale and grandeur of this Jian's mansion still greatly exceeded her expectations.
But thinking about what Jian Yi said to her when they were eating roast duck that day, it was a little funny to think about it, "Jian Yi, where did you get the confidence to say that I will like it?"
"Don't all girls like castle-like buildings?"
Unexpectedly, he still has the heart of a prince.
"Go to hell" Hua Ting slapped his face with an octopus claw, "I don't have any princess dreams."
Jian Yi took over with a smile and said, "I will let you be the princess."
After rolling her eyes, what surprised her was that Shi Yinai, a little girl, was quite familiar with the way she walked from the corridor of Jane's Mansion to the other end of the long corridor.
Then she opened a door and went in, and naturally opened the cupboard door. , all of them were women’s evening gowns.
After carefully selecting in the wardrobe for a long time, Shi Yinai took off the trousers he was wearing today and put on a Western-style dress that was tied at the waist.
The skirt is mid-calf long and made of soft white silk.
The bottom of the skirt is embroidered with a row of bright red roses.
The overall effect is both delicate and beautiful.
When looking in the mirror, Shi Yin'ai was satisfied with her body image.
Her slim and fit body was suitable for wearing a skirt.
The waist-cinching style highlights the light willow waist, and the mid-length skirt reveals two straight and slender calves.
The skin on the legs is as white as jade.
The advantages that are usually not shown in trousers are fully revealed in skirts.
After changing into a dress, Shi Yin'ai turned around with satisfaction and said to Hua Ting, who was leaning in front of the door frame, "I'm usually busy, flying between Nanjing and Shanghai, so Jian Yi gave me the key to his place." ” Hua Ting shrugged, "So what?"
Shi Yin'ai also realized that the deliberateness in her words just now was too obvious, so she stroked the hem of her skirt unnaturally and tried to smile as nonchalantly as possible, "Don't you think your situation is very dangerous, Miss Bai?"
I have seen this "dangerous" routine many times.
"I don't think there is any danger in my situation.
I believe you can also see this."
"Really?"
Shi Yin'ai smiled sweetly, "Can you tolerate having a confidante next to your husband?"
"Are you sure you are his confidante and not a colleague or partner?"
Shi Yin'ai was stunned for a moment, and Jian Yi's urging sounded from the corridor outside the door, "Please hurry up, there's no time."
As night fell, Nanjing, the capital of a country, was still bustling with traffic and bustling.
People walking on the street are wearing long robes, mandarin jackets or cheongsam dresses, and there are also many young students wearing Chinese tunic suits.
The means of transportation on the road include rickshaws, bicycles with foot brakes covered with manganese steel white tiles, cars with roaring motors, and horse-drawn horse-drawn carriages.
What a gorgeous and prosperous scene But the latter scene was different.
In the 21st century, Hua Ting had watched many TV movies set in the Republic of China.
I know that at that time, the prosperous cities of Nanjing, Shanghai and Peking seemed to be prosperous and peaceful, but in fact they were not peaceful.
But after she actually came to this era, she realized that it was not just unfair, it was simply very unfair.
There are often arrogant foreigners on the streets, and they treat Chinese people like dogs.
There are often gang fights at night, and suspicious blood stains can always be seen on the road after dawn.
The police officers always walk on the street arrogantly and rudely.
Of course, those who wield batons to beat people are the most vulnerable, the poor, and sometimes even beating people to death is not a big deal.
These phenomena often occur whether on the streets of Shanghai or Nanjing.
It is said that Jian Yi is going to a large dance club on Changle Road that is comparable to Paramount in Shanghai.
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Since his mission was tight, he had to leave Nanjing and return to Shanghai early the next morning, so the boy gave up his car and took Hua Ting for a stroll on the way to the dance club.
At that time, the most prosperous place in Nanjing was the Confucius Temple and Qinhuai River area.
Hua Ting had already visited it several times with great interest in the 21st century.
The ancient Confucius Temple is bustling with activity and offers a dazzling array of authentic and delicious snacks.
The Qinhuai River becomes more and more beautiful as the nights go by, with boats and drums swaying day and night.
It is truly "the sound of oars and lights and shadows stretching for ten miles, and the singing girls and flower boats playing on the turbid waves".
Along the way, there are scenes of old Nanjing full of fireworks, which are worth admiring.
In the 21st century, she especially likes to walk through these ancient streets and alleys in the shadows of dusk.
The mottled bluestone floor, the pink walls, the goose-yellow sunset, and occasionally the sound of Jiangnan silk and bamboo floating in the ears from nowhere.
At this moment, it is quiet and beautiful, becoming a rare and graceful sentiment in this troubled world.
Although she is usually carefree, she is also soft and quiet when she is calm.
But she felt that although the city of Nanjing was beautiful, it was not as deep as her affection for Shanghai.
In the past, she did not understand the old Shanghai complex between her great-grandfather and her great-grandmother.
Now it is her turn, and she has finally developed a strong "old Shanghai complex" or an authentic "old Shanghai accent".
How to describe this strong old Shanghai complex?
If you are in the 21st century, you can choose a sunny noon and go to an old building near the Bund to see the array of mailboxes in the foyer.
From the outside, the old-fashioned red building looks like an old general who put on his military uniform again during the anniversary.
Walking inside, the sun slanted in, illuminating the floor and pillars, which were carved with Baroque patterns and filled with old dust.
Then, you can see that the entire wall of the porch, all the way to the stairs, is covered with homemade mailboxes of different colors, different styles, different room numbers and names.
They are as numerous as windowpanes full of moisture on a winter night.
Retro and beautiful.
In modern Shanghai, there is a type of young people who are nostalgic for Shanghai.
They know that it is wrong to miss the concession era, so they do not use this word.
They call the old Shanghai of that era "the 1930s".
They are the most determined opponents of the demolition of every old house in Shanghai, the removal of every sycamore tree on Huaihai Road, and the opening of every American fast food branch in Shanghai.
Sometimes they are not understood by other Shanghainese, but Hua Ting knows that what they see is the bits and pieces left over from their past life, which are the most exquisite and indelible.
They just rely on their imagination of the old things.
And became a nostalgic person.
The city's dilapidated and beautiful buildings are the reason for their nostalgia.
"Why are you distracted?"
Jian Yi waved his fingers in front of her eyes.
"Nothing."
He didn't forget to take a spiced egg from this kid's hand.
"Sister Hua, you just need to sit down and have a drink or something to eat."
"Don't worry, I'm too lazy to interfere with you."
In fact, this large song and dance hall on Changle Road, apart from its old-fashioned appearance, its interior decoration is almost the same as that of Paramount.
I guess all cabaret halls in this era looked like this.
Hua Ting randomly picked a seat and sat down, and Jian Yi took Shi Yin'ai to say hello to a middle-aged man with oily hair and a beer belly on the other side of the sofa.
The two of them were pretending to be a couple or something. , Shi Yin Ai actually naturally took Jian Yi's arm.
Hua Ting gritted her teeth and downed a glass of strong wine.
They are more like a husband and wife team of spies, she sneered in her heart.
The curtain on the stage parted, the music started playing, and the dancer slowly walked out from a corner of the stage.
Everything was similar to Paramount.
The beauty of the woman on the stage is not as voluptuous as that of Paramount, but she is quite charming.
The difference lies in the eyes, which are a little dazed, a little confused, and even a little overwhelmed.
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Her eyelashes drooped quietly, fanning bit by bit, as if slowly filtering out some heavy emotions.
The stage lights gradually dimmed, as if to deliberately create a sad atmosphere.
The dancers still sang affectionately, and the guests laughed and drank.
However, the sound of a gunshot that Hua Ting was familiar with shocked the entire audience in that second.
The guests all fell into a panic.
The music stopped suddenly, but the lights in the hall did not respond.
Hua Ting only heard the sound of running footsteps, and soon saw five or six big men holding long knives appearing in front of her.
They were all dressed in black clothes and trousers, and their faces were covered with black cloth.
Only the long knives in their hands reflected the cold white light under the lampposts.
As soon as the swordsmen appeared, they raised their swords and rushed towards Jian Yi without saying a word.
Jian Yi stood in front of Shi Yin'ai, flipped his wrist, and swung out a thin iron chain tied to his arm.
He instantly wrapped it around a long knife that originally belonged to his opponent, and pulled it over for his own use.
Holding the knife in his hand, his eyes were shining brightly, and he fought with several swordsmen as fast as lightning.
Although he was able to resist the joint attack of several people by himself, Jian Yi's movements were much faster and his agility was much more flexible than them.
All the sharp blades that slashed at him were avoided by him as slippery as a loach, and the blade he swung swept over and over again with light like lightning, so fast that there was no time to dodge.
To be continued.
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