Three years later, in December 1940, the twenty-ninth year of the Republic of China, Shencheng.
Mo Ziyu walked into a hall, she was dressed in a decent dress, with wavy curly hair, and the makeup on her face showed a hint of charm.
She smiled and raised her eyes to look around, and all she could see were the ladies and ladies in Shencheng.
It was clearly a small gathering of ladies and gentlemen.
When this word flashed in the heart of "celebrity lady" Mo Ziyu, she couldn't help but laugh.
Once upon a time, when I was among these celebrities, I would feel uncomfortable.
But now she has to dress up, deal with these so-called high-class people with a smile on her face, and try to become one of them.
But thankfully, Moziyu is very adaptable to integrate into this upper circle.
This is all thanks to the skills she learned in Ruiyuan before, which became a stepping stone for her to enter this circle.
Of course, what is more important is to cultivate and temper the indomitable spirit in the base area in southern Jiangsu.
Mo Ziyu shuttled among these celebrities and noblewomen, greeting generously and decently, while looking for his goal.
Suddenly, her eyes swept to a table in the corner, where two women sat there.
Mo Ziyu walked quickly in the direction of the two women.
As soon as she approached the two women, she heard their Yingge Yan language, so she sat down in front of the two women with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Mrs.
He, Mrs.
Zhang, am I late?"
"It's not too late, Mrs.
Zhang and I are talking about you."
Mrs.
He looked at Mo Ziyu sitting opposite with a smile.
"Say I'm talking about what I" Mo Ziyu asked as he picked up his teacup and poured a cup of tea.
She put the tea in front of her nose and smelled it, then shook her head slightly, and put the teacup in her hand on the table: "How can you drink this tea?"
Mrs.
He looked at Mo Ziyu's actions, and couldn't help but smile and asked, "Duyan, you are so young, how can you study this tea ceremony so well?"
"Yes, in my impression, the people who drink tea are all old people, but I didn't expect you to be so particular."
Mrs.
Zhang also chimed in.
"I grew up in southern Jiangsu, there are tea trees everywhere, and I was exposed to my father's ears and eyes since I was a child, and I also like to study the tea ceremony, so I know a little more than you."
Mo Ziyu replied lightly.
"Isn't your Su family a family of practicing medicine, why are you so interested in the tea ceremony, but not interested in medical skills," Mrs.
Zhang asked again.
"Mrs.
Zhang, why did you say the same thing to my father?"
Mo Ziyu chuckled and said: "My father often reprimanded me for not doing my job, as a member of the Su family, I don't take practicing medicine as my own responsibility, and I am in vain for the Su family." ” "Actually, I think this tea ceremony is pretty good.
Since I learned this tea ceremony with you, every time I accompany my husband to meet other government officials, I make tea for them, which also adds a lot of color to my husband.
Mrs.
He looked at Mo Ziyu and said.
"Mrs.
He, if you have that Yaxing, I can't do it."
Mrs.
Zhang complimented Mrs.
He, looked at Mo Ziyu and asked, "Duyan, I also made tea for my husband according to the method you taught me, but it is not as good as yours, aren't they all the same tea leaves and methods?"
Mo Ziyu smiled and whispered to Mrs.
Zhang: "The same tea, the same method, you also have to pay attention to your state of mind." ” "What do you mean by that," Mrs.
Zhang rolled her eyes to look at Mo Ziyu.
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"Mrs.
Zhang, I mean, this tea depends on who it is brewed for, and different people naturally have different moods."
Mo Ziyu replied with a chuckle.
"Mood, make a tea, but also talk about the mood, what kind of mood should you say I should make tea for my husband," Mrs.
Zhang looked at Mo Ziyu in confusion and asked rhetorically.
Mrs.
He listened to Mrs.
Zhang's question, and the corners of her mouth showed a hint of teasing: "Dusk Yan, I heard that Mr.
Situ likes to drink your tea very much, you can tell us what your mood was like when you made tea for him."
"Mrs.
He, why are you making fun of me" A shy look flashed in Mo Ziyu's eyes: "When did Brother Ayan say that he liked to drink the tea I made, I don't know" "Twilight, both of us know in our hearts that you have that thoughts about Situ Yan.
Don't be embarrassed.
Mrs.
He glanced at Mrs.
Zhang, still teasing Mo Ziyu.
"Yes, Twilight, tell us, did you chase Situ Yan" Mrs.
Zhang also asked playfully.
"Mrs.
Zhang, what can't you get?"
Mo Ziyu glanced at Mrs.
Zhang lightly, and then whispered to her, "Brother Ayan was originally mine." ” "You are a girl, and you are not ashamed to say this."
Mrs.
Zhang pointed at Mo Ziyu and covered her mouth with a chuckle.
"What is there to be ashamed of in the love of this man and woman."
Mrs.
He continued Mrs.
Zhang's words and said: "Besides, Situ Yan is not married, and Duyan is not married, you two are talented and beautiful, and you are a natural pair." ” Mo Ziyu smiled, with a touch of rosy on his cheeks.
She looked at Mrs.
He and said softly: "By Mrs.
He's auspicious words, if Brother Ayan can really be with me, I must thank you a lot." ” "Yo, Twilight, listen to what you mean, Situ Yan hasn't expressed his position to you yet" Mrs.
Zhang couldn't help but tease when she heard this.
Mo Ziyu showed a little shyness and embarrassment on his face: "I have already expressed my heart to him, but he always says that if you think about it, I don't know what to think." ” "As the saying goes, women chase men, you have been chasing Situ Yan for more than a year, why haven't you caught up yet?"
asked Mrs.
Zhang.
Mo Ziyu's expression was gloomy, silent, and he picked up a cup of tea and drank it with a frown.
Mrs.
He saw Mo Ziyu's loss, reached out and patted the back of her hand, and said softly: "Twilight, don't be discouraged, keep working hard, you will succeed." ” Mo Ziyu nodded slightly at Mrs.
He: "I know that Brother Ayan hasn't let go of my sister in his heart. ” "A man who has a long relationship is more reliable."
Mrs.
He continued Mo Ziyu's words and said: "He and your sister once had a marriage contract, and your sister unfortunately died early, if he was with you immediately, such a man would be unreliable." ” "I think so too.
However, Mo Ziyu's face showed a hesitant look: "But, if he keeps being in love with my sister, what will I do?"
"Don't worry, I can see that Situ Yan still has you in his eyes."
Mrs.
Zhang said.
Mo Ziyu looked at Mrs.
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Zhang again and asked with a little surprise, "How do you know?"
"At the last dance, you and the second young master of the Zhou family were dancing in the middle of the dance floor, and his eyes were always staring at the two of you, and his eyes were clearly jealous."
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