Chapter 52: Four Graces of Floating Life (3)

The two doors are closed.
Fu Dongwen's people downstairs waited anxiously. Seeing that they were safe, they immediately surrounded them and went downstairs.
Fu Dongwen threw the suit jacket to his own person, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt at the corner of the stairs. He got his left arm, Shen Xi held his right hand for him. She felt distressed that he was broken and arrogant, and she did it quietly without saying a word.
"I just wronged you." On the contrary, he said this first.
what is this.
"I used to burn tens of thousands of cigarettes in the smokehouse. If you really feel wronged, then you are wronged. Who do you think I will settle the account with?"
Fu Tongwen's deep eyes locked her.
"Count me," he said.
He immediately said: "The grievances you have suffered in the past are counted on your third brother."
Shen Xi only thought he was faint: "It has nothing to do with you."
She looked upstairs.
Looking at the second floor from this angle, you can still see people walking outside the private room. Thinking of the aggressiveness of the other party just now, her heart is not at ease, so she took his hand and said, "Go first. It's uncomfortable to stay here."
"Why?" Fu Tongwen smiled slightly, not half of the decadence that suffered a loss, "I'm afraid that if they come out, let the third brother suffer?"
Still need to ask? She took his arm and led him downstairs.
The two horns were put on makeup and dressed in loose long gowns. They walked all the way along the cafe, smiling and nodding to the regular customers, walking outside surrounded by the old customers and fans, passing by Shen Xi When I saw Fu Dongwen's footsteps, he paused slightly: "San Ye, some days have not come."
Fu Tongwen responded casually: "I'm here and I won't see you either. It's a famous actor, and it's hard to see the third master."
"That said," the elder said, "In the old days in Guanghe Building, there was no three masters to support us. How can we win two brothers?"
They were invited to Shanghai to sing, and finally they had to return to Baishun Hutong. Guanghe Building and Guangde Building were their base camps. The attitude towards Fu Dongwen is naturally much more respectful.
A female actor wore a man's tweed melon hat, with a long braid behind her head, and was about to go upstairs talking and laughing with her two aunts. Seeing her peer standing still, she couldn't help but look at this place more. When she saw Fu Dongwen's face, she immediately turned to see her specially: "San Ye."
The princes who followed had never seen a few celebrities chasing after a master, and they all looked at Fu Dongwen and Shen Xi.
Although the status of actor is low, the celebrities who can cling to are the real celebrities in society. Whether they are warlords, youth gangs, or kings and grand princes, they must be invited to sing operas at banquets. The popular ones can speak and do things It's easier than the ordinary rich man. Therefore, the people they can follow will not be ordinary people.
The few people at the front were greeting each other, and the spectators at the back were trying to figure out the identity of Fu Dongwen, guessing where this "San Ye" was.
Fu Dongwen didn't pay much attention to the gazes of others. After chatting with the three gentlemen, he asked them to go and let the car driver wait at the side door.
"San Ye, are you leaving?" the young male actor asked to stay. "I haven't seen you for a few months. Why should I be an affair, please go have a drink with this lady?"
Fu Tongwen said: "I saw San Ye brought a young lady, would you still go out for a drink?"
Two men and one woman, with three pairs of eyes interlaced, looking at each other, with a clear heart.
The female actor first smiled and said: "San Ye, this is a beautiful lady who has an appointment, we dare not stay," she clasped a fist, "walk slowly."
"San Ye, go slowly." The male actor also smiled and bowed his body to salute.
The shadow of the lantern and the fireworks in the world are behind him, and the moonlight is in front of him.
He was familiar with Shen Xi and walked on a quiet path, avoiding the crowds. There was moss on the edge of the stone road. He was afraid of her feet slipping, so he held her arm and led her to walk in the dark.
It was quiet all around, and she spoke quietly without realizing it.
"How do you recognize this kind of path?" She asked when she saw the street lights outside the side door.
He explained: "On the road behind, there are many book apartments. Those girls are called out of the game and often come to Xu Yuan, so they quietly explored this way in the garden."
"Oh..." She has pantothenic teeth.
"It was two months ago. There was a disturbance in the front. Someone took me by," Fu Dongwen whispered, "Men."
"Oh." She was happy.
To the side door. There are many shops on both sides of the road, such as the Atlantic Restaurant, the Indian Restaurant, the Great China Restaurant, the coffee shop, the pawnshop, the laundry workshop... the glass windows are dark with occasional lights coming out, and the shopkeepers are checking their accounts.
In the middle of the night, only the smokehouse is full of markets.
Three cars drove in, avoiding pedestrians on the road and small vendors at midnight, and stopped beside them.
They got in the car, headed south, and went straight to Xiafei Road.
Although Fu Dongwen didn't say it, Shen Xi knew that he was homecoming.
Back in the lane, only a few households were lit up, Shen Xi and Fu Dongwen walked outside the apartment in the dark with the light from the glass. "Come in together," Fu Dongwen said to the men behind him, "all come in and have a drink."
The men behind him were surprised, as if they didn't understand the meaning of Fu Dong's text.
Everyone knows that this is the home of Fu Dongwen and Ms. Shen. The third master regards this as a private place and no outsiders are allowed to enter. These people also rented houses nearby, taking turns guarding the outside, never crossing the border half a step.
"Today is special, all come in and drink the soup at home." He said.
Everyone entered the apartment. Miss Six had red and swollen eyes. She was still wearing the maid’s white shirt and panties. Holding the handkerchief Shen Xi gave her in the afternoon, she sat on the sofa in the living room on the first floor and waited for her. Seeing them and a group of people entering the door, they flinched first, and took a half step back. When they saw Fu Dongwen's face, they realized that they weren't the one who came back.
She choked up, tears falling off her eyes: "...Brother."
"Why are you crying?" Fu Tongwen smiled, walked into the living room, and locked the mahogany door with his backhand.
After a while, there was a faint cry of sob in the room.
Shen Xi guessed that Fu Dongwen was afraid that the sixth sister was emotionally unstable and lost her identity in front of the people, so she closed the door anxiously. She was afraid of being too quiet outside, highlighting the crying in the house, so she patted the kitchen door.
"The third brother said you cooked the soup? Where is it?" She asked Tan Qingxiang.
"It's not just soup, but also two drawers of soup dumplings, and the chicken soup has been simmering over the fire," Tan Qingxiang said. "He went out at noon and said that he was going to work today. He would be back late. Let me prepare. Good supper waiting for you."
The two deliberately channeled the atmosphere, and the kitchen was lively both inside and outside.
Peide greeted everyone to sit down in rusty Chinese, put a drawer of soup dumplings on the table, and looked like a small restaurant proprietress, greeted the guests for dinner. The people have followed Fu Dongwen for many years. They knew each other very well. They ate half-full, poured soup into their stomachs, and went out to continue the vigil.
There are not many dishes and chopsticks at home. Tan Qingxiang boiled the water and washed and ironed all the used dishes again.
Peide helped him, washed out some clean ones, and put them on the dining table again.
At this time, Fu Dongwen also opened the door of the living room, and said to the six sisters behind him: "Come, taste the craftsmanship of Qingxiang, and taste a product."
"What kind of product? It's good to have a stutter." Tan Qingxiang was not angry.
Fu Tongwen sighed: "You can't hear the good and the bad, you are complimenting you."
Tan Qingxiang "heh" said, "No need, I was praised by you and did not end well."
The two old men are used to colliding with each other, which is also a pleasure.
He was too lazy to take Tan Qingxiang's words and looked upstairs: "Wan'an?"
"Master, I know, you don't need to bark." Wan An ran down holding a bottle of foreign wine and a few cups doglegs, one for each person, no one else. Open the wine, pour the wine, all in one go, the eyesight developed over the years.
Fu Tongwen pulled Shen Xi to his side and sat down, fixedly looking at her with a pair of eyes: "Come with the third brother for a drink."
He is proud, and he must be happy in life.
For a moment of joy, he can taste and taste, not to mention the great joy of the fifth brother being saved and the sixth sister returning home.
Shen Xi said "Yes" and looked back at him with his chin supported.
After Fu Dongwen's comfort and persuasion in the room, the sixth lady, Fu Qinghe, has calmed down, but after a major change, it is inevitable that she will not be able to eat and drink. Fu Tongwen asked Wan'an to wait for her to go to bed first, drank wine in the kitchen for a while, went upstairs, and took Shen Xi to sit by the window to talk.
He opened his shirt collar and leaned against the window. For a while, he said that the car on Xiafei Road was noisy, and then he said that a swallow's nest was built under the eaves. He wanted to ask Wan An to find out if there were any bird eggs...Shen Xi Can't laugh or cry, guarding his drunk Third Young Master, ran back and forth to the bathroom several times, wringing a hot towel to wipe his sweat. Isn't it said that wedding wine is not intoxicating?
He pointed to Yanchao: "I found it a month ago, and the third brother knew it was a good sign."
"It may be an empty nest," she guessed, "I have never seen a swallow come back."
"Yes." He was sure.
"Have you seen?" She was strange.
"I said there will be," he said firmly.
...Well, I won't fight with you. She gave up the argument.
"Does Yang Yang really think that the third brother is drunk?" he asked.
Well, people who are drunk have to argue with others that they are not drunk. She was not fooled.
She unbuttoned his shirt and put her hand around his back to wipe his sweat. She was holding pure thoughts, fearing that his sweaty shirt would be bad for her body. But after two wipes, both people's thoughts floated, thinking about other places.
She wanted to stop, Fu Dongwen cupped her small face in both hands, and pressed her voice and asked: "The third brother is really not drunk, but I just want to wait for dawn so I can go shopping."
...Is this not drunk yet? He is a young master, when should he buy things himself?
"Well, what do you want, just tell Wan'an to go. If he can choose, I can go."
He smiled.
Shen Xi only thought that he was drunk when he said that buying things, and his smile made his heart sore. He retracted his hand, folded his handkerchiefs in all directions, and concealed his sadness: "It's good if you are happy, and I'm afraid you will do last night..."
"By now, do you think it was the third brother who suffered?"
He sighed, took the towel from her hand and threw it on the table.
"You only saw him eating my car, but you didn't see that I was battling his army?"
Shen Xi thought for a while and shook his head.
He leaned against the window, blowing the night breeze, and reminded her: "The third brother is the least afraid of offering wine to apologize, so they will be afraid. If you think about it again, if the third brother is offering wine, where will it be? "
He is the person who hosted the banquet, he is the master, and naturally he wants to return to the capital. This is the rule of the older generation.
But if you really went to the capital--
Then boss Huang will be in a dilemma. He is so embarrassed by Fu Dongwen in Shanghai, isn't he afraid that he will go north to the banquet, it will be a Hongmen banquet? But if you are afraid and choose not to go to the banquet, then people in the north and south will look down on him even more.
It's no wonder that when Fu Dongwen said that he was going to put out the wine, the old man immediately refused.
After his guidance, she wanted to understand seven or eight points, and her unhappiness was less.
Taking advantage of the moonlight, Shen Xi looked at Xiafei Road where there was no half of his shadow, the rustle of the leaves, and the shadow of the swallow's nest. He only felt that everything was good. She twisted the shirt buttons for Fu Dongwen.
Her joy fell in Fu Dongwen's eyes, making him too amused: "Is this a laugh?"
"Yeah." At least he wasn't worried.
"The third brother will tell you more about the function of your smoking gun."
She was aroused by him and waited for him to speak.
"As you know, I have been fighting with my eldest brother for many years, and sooner or later I have to tell the winner. Ever since my father died of illness, I have been thinking about how to make Boss Huang stop mixing with the Fu family. He will speak loudly."
Fu Tongwen touched her hair: "Even my own worries are solved with a cigarette. The witnesses are all invited by him. This is a god-given opportunity," he paused for a while, then said. "Of course, they don't think about the Fu family's affairs and what will happen later, nor would they think that they won the face today, but they lost the opportunity to hit me in the future.
Shen Xi was happy to hear it.
"Do you still think that the third brother has suffered?" He asked softly.
She pursed her lips and smiled and shook her head.
"Bai feels sorry for you." She smiled and turned away.
"This is wrong--" He tried to pull her back. "The third brother has been very hard over the years, and only Yang Yang can speak his heart. Don't save this distress, the more the better."
"...I'll wring another handkerchief for you," she hissed. "You wake them up softly."
He just smiled and watched her leave.
When Shen Xi twisted a hot towel, he heard the frogs croaking outside the window.
"I heard a frog call here for the first time," she looked at the grass outside the window, "How come there are frogs?"
Fu Tongwen held her head and twisted her to look at the eaves above her head. A grey swallow is flying to the side of the nest.
"This time the swallows really returned to their nest." He whispered.
This is a pun in one word, and the Fu family's younger siblings are also in the nest.
"Unexpectedly, there are swallows... You must not let Wan An go to dig out the bird's nest." She suddenly thought of his words.
"I just said it casually," he said, staring at the bird's nest for a long time, and then suddenly asked, "is the sky almost bright?"
How can there be any signs of bright blue sky?
He borrowed the moonlight to look at his pocket watch: "It's about to light up. You wait in the house, and the third brother will buy it now."
"Really want to buy something?"
"When I lied to you?" He took off his suit jacket from the hanger, and felt the wallet in his pocket, "Wait for my return, don't sleep."
"You go out now, no shop will open." She chased him.
"Let someone knock it open and give you ten times the reward." His leather shoes stepped on the stairs, one step closer to one step, and the person went downstairs, unlocked the door, and went out in one go.
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