Chapter 1:

Every April around Qingming, Shanghai always rains. The patter of rain mixed with the smell of flowers and grasses in the courtyard, giving it a special flavor.
Many years later, in the cold Harbin, she still couldn't forget the fresh smell.
At this moment, Tang Jiao sniffed the smell and sat in a daze at the dressing table in the room.
In the mirror is a beautiful girl with apricot eyes and peach cheeks, long eyelashes curled up like a small fan, a pair of red lips are naturally puffed up, and the corners of her mouth are small pear vortexes. The expression seemed to bring a three-point smile, really a sweet girl.
Tang Jiao gently raised her little hands, her white and delicate little hands, her fingers clean, without the nail polish she was used to, she gently brushed her cheek, and then squeezed it hard.
It hurts!
She turned her head back and her eyes fell into the room.
Opposite the dressing table is a large Su embroidery screen with clusters of flowers and lingering butterflies. This is the boutique of Suzhou No. 1 Mrs. An. Mrs. Ann and her mother were close friends in the old boudoir. When she was born that year, Mrs. Ann gave away beautiful, luxurious and exquisite screens.
This screen has been placed in Tang Jiao's room since she was a child, until she fell into the middle of the Tang family.
On the side of the screen is a mahogany table, and a few lilies are inserted in a blue and white porcelain vase. Tang Jiao likes lily the most when she is naive, and she always feels noble and pure, empty valley or orchid.
Further inside, there is a delicate golden silk cushion on the mahogany Luohan bed. Her mother is only a daughter, and since she was a child, she hated to give her all the best things. She was really precious at home.
These were all hers, Tang Jiao swept away her eyes, not unfamiliar, but she was shocked.
"Miss, you are awake." The smiling maid opened the curtain and entered the room.
Hearing this voice, Tang Jiao looked at her. This was their maid, Yotsuba, who had always been responsible for serving her.
Tang Jiao was in a trance for a moment when she saw Si Ye's smiling face.
Yotsuba who has been dead for twenty years.
"I..." Tang Jiao found that her voice was soft and soft.
She was a little uncomfortable, but continued: "Where is the wife?"
Siye laughed: "My wife prays for you in the Buddhist hall..."
Before finishing speaking, the lady ran out barefoot.
Tang Jiao hadn't seen her mother for 20 years. According to her memory, she quickly rushed to the temple on the side entrance of the first floor.
Sure enough, there is a Bodhisattva enshrined in the Futang, with green smoke curling up, and Mrs. Tang knelt on the futon, very pious.
Tang Jiao panting and holding on to the door, looking at the much younger mother in front of him, she felt excited and tumbling. Although she didn't know why she returned to her girlhood, she saw a good mother who was still alive, and she managed to endure all the sadness so far. Pour out, threw herself into her mother's arms and cried happily.
Where did Mrs. Tang know that Tang Jiao had come back from the dead, thinking that her little daughter's squeamishness had committed, she held her in her arms and patted her back lovingly, "Who gave us the grievances? Don't cry? Oh, they are all big girls, so childish."
Yo Yo is Tang Jiao's nickname. It has been 20 years since no one has called her. When she heard such a "Yo Yo" today, she only felt as if she had grasped the life-saving straw all at once.
Tang Jiao raised her hand and bit her, still very painful.
Not a dream!
Confirm that it is not a dream, crying more severely.
She came back, she actually came back.
Mrs. Tang knew her daughter, she coaxed softly: "Why is this girl so wronged? Or is it..."
She paused and asked cautiously: "But are you awkward with Aheng?"
Hearing this name, Tang Jiao stiffened immediately. Mrs. Tang thought she had guessed it, and she was a little annoyed, but she still persuaded her daughter: "Don't pay attention to that dead girl. You are a serious young lady, she was just born in an outside room, is she still a serious person? Shisheng is nothing more than a maid’s skin. You can only listen to your father and treat her as a younger sister. I don’t think she is kind."
Tang Jiao buried her face on Mrs. Tang's body, crying.
Mrs. Tang felt more distressed when she saw her daughter like this, and gently wiped her tears, and said seriously: "We Yo-yo are a thousand times stronger than her. We are cold and crying so badly. You are going to feel sorry for the dead mother. "
Tang Jiao hugged Mrs. Tang's waist, she didn't move, just like that.
Her father and mother were the words of the matchmaker's orders. If it had been in the early years, Xu Ye would still be a good couple. It's just that there is always no if in life, and now everywhere is paying attention to a new wave. Everyone is going to a new life, and her father is no exception, just like most men in this era. They read books, learned a lot, and saw a lot, and they began to dislike their wives at home. Falling in love with a like-minded female classmate seems to have become a big trend.
Her father happened to be affected in this way, but Mrs. Tang's family was not a small family without a name, but she cut off this love affair abruptly.
Although the matter had passed, she never thought that when Tang Jiao was thirteen years old, her father would bring this woman back again. At that time, she had led Tang Heng who was only one year younger than Tang Jiao. It is said that they were pregnant when they broke up and did not dare to disturb the harmony of the Tang family. They only lived hard with their children. If it weren't for meeting again, she would never let Tang Heng recognize the ancestor and return to the clan.
The deal was done, and Mrs. Tang had to let them in.
Tang Jiao was also very disgusted with the mother and daughter, but Hu Ruyu was very good at life, and Tang Heng was also gentle to please Tang Jiao. After a long time, Tang Jiao gradually got better to Tang Heng, thinking that this sister was pretty good.
Sometimes, her mother arranged this to be bad for her mother and daughter, and Tang Jiao still felt that her mother was making a fuss.
But now, Tang Jiao thought of her past, resenting herself for not seeing people's hearts early in the morning. Then when she wanted to fight back, she was no longer Hu Ruyu's opponent at all.
At that time, Hu Ruyu approached the Minister of Foreign Affairs and became his outer chamber.
Tang Heng married the second son of the undersecretary of finance, and she was forced to flee Shanghai.
Thinking of this, she clenched her fists, and her eyes suddenly appeared fiercely.
She is no longer the desperate girl back then, and now everything is not to the worst. And she has been immersed in the business field of Harbin for many years, and she is no longer a weak and deceptive little poor boy.
"Mother knows you don't like to listen, but the mother and daughter are really not good things." Mrs. Tang's eyes were soft, and she gently persuaded her daughter: "Mother is most afraid of you being cheated by them."
Tang Jiao raised her head, with crystal tears still hanging on her cheek.
She nodded obediently, and said softly, "Mother, I know they are not good people."
Mrs. Tang looked at her daughter in amazement. She thought she had to persuade her, but she had figured it out.
She looked at her daughter deeply and became even more worried, and asked cautiously: "What happened to them?"
Tang Jiao lowered her head, then looked up, Chu Chu pitifully: "They didn't do anything to me, but I dreamt that they killed my mother."
She threw herself into Mrs. Tang's arms again and whispered: "I don't want to leave my mother, they are too bad."
There was a bit of childishness in his voice.
Mrs. Tang was taken aback, her expression softened, she whispered: "Silly boy, dreams are fake."
Tang Jiao didn't speak, she leaned against Mrs. Tang, and only looked up and saw the Guanyin Empress in the Buddhist hall.
She just looked at it for a while, and suddenly said: "Mother, can you find me a Buddhist scripture?"
Mrs. Tang was even more surprised. Everyone now wants to learn those Western things. Originally, Yo-yo would not understand her worshiping Buddha. I'm afraid my classmates will know when I go out. But I don't want it to be completely different now.
She tempted: "You want to read Buddhist scriptures?"
Tang Jiao nodded earnestly, her expression very pious: "I want to thank Goddess Empress."
Although Mrs. Tang didn't know why her daughter changed, she was always pampered, and let her nod.
Tang Jiao let go of Mrs. Tang and knelt on the futon with her hands folded.
There was a sound of footsteps, and a clear and crisp female voice sounded: "Mother, is my sister there?"
What are you talking about?
This is Tang Heng's voice.
She stood at the door, did not enter, and was very polite.
It was precisely because of her disguise that Tang Jiao believed her, but not now.
Mrs. Tang was about to have an attack. Tang Jiao held her mother's hand and smiled immediately. She said, "Come in."
Tang Heng opened the door and saw Tang Jiao kneeling on the futon. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, but a shy smile appeared, "Sister, cousin is here."
While Mrs. Tang couldn't see, he winked secretly at her.
Really lively, innocent and caring "good sister" appearance.
Tang Jiao and Mrs. Tang said, "Mother, I was sick and bored at home, so I asked my cousin to take me to the movies. He came to fulfill his promise when he wanted to come today."
After a pause, she smiled and shook Mrs. Tang's hand slightly, and said, "Will you let me go?"
Mrs. Tang didn't like the trendy female students because of her husband's affairs, and she was particularly disliked for those trendy objects. Tang Jiao was hiding from Mrs. Tang originally.
This even became a little secret between her and Tang Heng.
Only this time, Tang Jiao bluntly talked to her mother. She acted like a baby: "Okay?"
Mrs. Tang is really not happy, but seeing her daughter's pitiful appearance, she said softly: "Go."
Tang Jiao smiled brilliantly, as if she wasn't the one who was crying loudly just now.
She put her arms around Mrs. Tang's neck and stamped a kiss on her face, happy: "Thank you, mother!"
This move stunned the other two...