In the goose-egg-shaped mirror, there is a tightly wrapped bun—why do women always start with their hair?Maybe it's because of the "greasy head and powder noodles"-it's really black and oily, and it's as black as a moonless night. It's black, but it's not blindly black, and it's a little shiny; There are some emerald needles, jade butterflies, gemstone flowers arranged horizontally and vertically, and there is also a hairpin with a swing, trembling and trembling, full of beautiful things in eyes.Suddenly, with a movement of the hairpin, Jin Bu Yao followed him on the swing, and the man in the mirror slowly turned his face.

It is really a face that is hard to describe and difficult to paint. When you are happy, it is like spring flowers blooming, but when you are angry, there must be thousands of styles.The eyebrows that can reach into the temples are slightly uneven, corresponding to the saying "the left is high and the right is low, and the parents are uneven". They are not curved and thin like the usual fashionable ladies, but simply trimmed and neat, the more they look like Apricot kernels, watery and lingling, are always full of tears, and they seem to have a thousand words to say to anyone casually; although the nose is straight and slightly protruding, it looks like a foreigner. She was sweating slightly, making her look childish compared to her original age, with a small round swollen mouth, and even a little childlike willfulness.

However, that is actually a lie. Her nature is the most indifferent and cold, because she is used to being poor, has experienced too much, and has a lot of fears, so she is careful at every step, and she is the most profound and cautious person, and she will not let others see it easily. Sincerity, even she herself has forgotten what the sincerity is. The confidante in the mirror is the real confidante, but in response to the words that the confidante is easy to grow old, she becomes haggard in an instant. Life is just a hasty turn around. Before she could see herself clearly, the mirror became old and she couldn't see her clearly either.

She was already old, so old that she was about to die, and she was so old that she couldn't figure out things. However, the life of Tao Tao became clear, forcing her to know her true self in this life. She had to think about it before she believed it: she loved him for a lifetime. This kind of infatuation is something that even she herself can't understand, but her whole life has passed like this. That was when she was very young, she met him. I can't believe it, but at that time she was still quite pure, the young green onion was like a budding green peach blossom, not yet in full bloom, but there was a faint fragrance, just about to move.

She was taken to Lu's mansion to meet the worker, and she whispered, "I eat very little, and I do a lot of work. Even though I am thin, I am strong, and I am not afraid of hardship." Master Lu liked her very much and kept her in his room.So everyone in the house tacitly knew the path she was going to take in the future.He didn't dare to assign her dirty work, because he was afraid that the master would smell the bad smell on her body, and he was afraid that she would not be by his side when the master called, so he would not send her out of the house. She didn't know it herself, and thought that people thought she was stupid and wanted to quit her, so she went to ask the eldest wife: "Don't drive me away, give me a job. I can do many things, cooking, washing, everything." She And seriously add, "I won't complain."

From this, the wife knew that she was really stupid, and she really wanted to promote her. The master had already expressed his intention to take a concubine, and recently he went to the Fireworks Restaurant very frequently. A vixen enters the door. She slowly revealed this meaning, the girl's face flushed red, her eyes frightened: "I don't want it, I don't understand." The wife put a serious face on her face: "No, I can't help you; if you don't understand, ask the young master to teach you." She took her hand, took a bracelet from her wrist and put it on her, saying: "Go. "

So he learned the way of being a wife from the young master—or in other words, the art of charming husband. Under the peach blossom tree, the young master said slowly: "Look at me with charming eyes; put your hands on my shoulders with soft gestures. I will teach you how to dance first. Know how to advance and retreat, and you will know how to behave." They dance together.She is really a natural dancer, her waist is so soft, her footsteps are so trance-like, and she smiles lightly, as long as the waltz music plays, she is like a demon. The young master sighed: "Unfortunately, Lianqing is willing to be a concubine. Such a beauty has wronged you in the mansion."

She didn't understand what he was saying, but the pity in his eyes and tone struck her.She knew he sympathized with her.How can a little girl bear the pity of the young master?In memory, no one has ever cared about her like this, and sighed with pity for her fate. She suddenly cried and said, "Why not you?" From that day on, she changed from a girl to a woman—no, the young master did not violate her.It was Fengqing who was awakened from the depths of her body, so she grew up. Her body is still the body of a virgin, but her heart seems to have been weather-beaten.In her heart, she has gone through the journey from a girl to a woman, and experienced joys and sorrows.

She really became the master's concubine.The young master met her on the porch, waited for her to pass by with his hands down respectfully, and called her "Fourth Wife". When she passed by, she didn't say a word, but left her eyes and fragrance to him.She didn't know if he understood it, but she was persistent and wishful thinking to communicate with him in this way. At night, the wind and rain were like darkness, and she tossed and turned between the pillows, unable to sleep.The master has long been unable to stand her, but she is always dissatisfied, and always sheds tears when she groans.

I don't know if it is because the desire in her heart is too turbulent, so that it overflows.In the autumn of that year, a flood submerged the entire village and town, and the displaced people embarked on a difficult journey to escape from famine.She was separated from her family, and when she heard the people around her crying for their parents and calling for their children, she also instinctively opened her mouth and hissed, "Master——" As soon as she uttered a word, she calmed down, and suddenly woke up: all these years, the only person she has been reluctant to part with is the young master.She is so unwilling to rest in the mansion, but also unhappy and dissatisfied, only because of the young master.

The secret had already been leaked when she met him for the first time: why, not you? She was able to survive in the troubled times, and the root of it was thanks to the gift of the young master—he taught her to dance, so that she had a skill and a way of making a living. She became the red dancer of Paramount, singing and singing every night, turning from one man's arms to another man's arms, twisting her waist and rolling her eyes - she was looking for him.Look for the vague past on the face of every dancer. There were many famines in those years, and each disaster would make many famous prostitutes or actresses.So the Fengyue of that era was unprecedentedly prosperous. She is the best among them, she enjoys the humiliation and turmoil brought to her by the times very much, and she doesn't take it as disobedience. Whenever the waltz music played, she would reunite with him to the music.There is him in the light, there is him in the dance steps, and there is him in the wine glass.She was so close to him that she wanted nothing more. She loves this job very much, lives with the style and dance he taught, and has a very happy smile. Later, she was liberated, and she was assigned a factory accountant as his wife.The accountant had only graduated from elementary school, but he was considered a cultural person at the time. The accountant loves to settle accounts, but she often miscalculates accounts, and when she gets angry, she beats her and scolds her with the most vicious and ugly words, saying that she is born obscene and lowly, and she is as good as a wife.She herself thought the same way, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with admitting it this way.She was a child and sold herself, so she deserved to be rejected by him. When he was happy, he danced with her.He can't waltz, he can only twist Yangko. After a few years, I fell in love with Zhongzi Wu again.Wearing a military cap and a belt, the dance is full of vigor and momentum. As she watched, her eyes became dizzy and unable to focus. She was walking on the road, and the street was full of people dancing the Zhongzi dance. The world has never been so passionate about dancing.She tried to join in, but was as stiff as a puppet. Maybe everyone is a marionette manipulated by fate, and her string is held in the hands of the young master.He never made any promises to her, yet he influenced her all her life. The invisible thread of fate pulls weak beings.She looked at the dancing people.At this time, her eyesight was already very bad, her eyes were no longer charming, her waist was also stiff and cold, and she was always sore. She could only see vague shadows, pulling back and forth, like a group of demons dancing wildly. She didn't see that the young master was actually standing behind the dancing crowd, with a huge wooden sign hanging around his neck, which read "The virtuous son and filial grandson of the reactionary capitalists" with a red cross.He saw her across the dance team, but he didn't recognize her, he just thought: This old woman is so old. Their eyes have collided and staggered from each other. When she got home she fell ill and never got up again. She was sick, but her husband suddenly became nice to her, dressed her up like when they first met, and was reluctant to beat her again, and asked her carefully with a gentleness that he was not good at: What do you want to eat?what do you want? She looked at herself in the mirror, but couldn't see clearly.But she knew she was old, and she was old before she could see herself clearly.She thought for a long time before saying, "I want to hear the waltz." My husband was in a dilemma. At that time, even the word "music" was unfamiliar and sinful. Where did the word "waltz" come from? But since she said it, she could hear it. She heard that elegant melody sounded; and she saw that she and the young master were dancing in the melody, cooperating tacitly.If you know how to advance and retreat, you will know the style - the young master said so. "Look at me and put your hand on my shoulder." That was the closest moment in their lives.But at that time she didn't understand style.If I knew it at that time, used some means and made some struggles, maybe my life would be different. She's been so confused all her life.In a daze, a lifetime passed by.Speaking of which, her whole life was ruined by dancing, but she never regretted learning to dance—if she didn't know how to dance, she wouldn't know how to live her life. She walked along the route established by fate, never having a clear thought.She has been wronged all her life.They wrongly accused her of being a whore and a slut, and she was as good as a wife.She was wronged for having no chastity, no emotion, and no sense of shame.But that's not true, that's fate, not her. In her heart, she has always cherished the purest, most loyal and most flawless love in the world.That unopened love is even purer than a child's love, because it has never been uttered or even perceived by herself. Now she was going to die, dying without love, without receiving or giving love.Why is she willing? When she was about to die, she suddenly became clearer than ever before, saw through the true meaning of love, and became a god before she died. It wasn't until this moment that she realized that she had loved him for the rest of her life. All my life, I only loved him. For a lifetime, just like that. Her soul, floating in the air, said to herself: I love him. She finally understood.