Chapter 8 In Qi's previous life, she used to be called Ren Bitao

Xinai looked at her own face in the mirror, put on makeup carefully, and stared intently, as if she wanted to see through the mirror and see the previous life from this life. The beloved in the previous life was once "red".It's not the "red" of "a little red among the green bushes", but the "red" of "everything is always spring"; "The "red". A huge crystal lamp is hung on the ceiling, and the walls are inlaid with glass and fake diamonds, shining brightly.She is born with a slender waist, and guests can make her spin like a butterfly with a light hand, and she can do palm dance at any time in a trance.

Golden wallpaper, red carpet, sand-colored Camel brand cigarettes, blue-colored mint wine, and colorful cheongsams and long skirts, and she is like a duck to water in the feasting and feasting. Paramount's Red Dancer.The redder it is, the less serious it is. She has a new name, "Ren Bitao". The surname Ren is actually a misunderstanding.That night, she walked into the "Paramount", claiming to be able to dance the waltz, and asked to be a dancer.The concierge brought her to the Taipan, whose surname was Jin, who was very beautiful, leaned on the sofa and looked her up and down with his hands folded, and asked her to turn around to have a look.She stepped on the melody of the waltz in the hall and walked around a few times, walking on fox trot, with a natural style in her gestures.Then she stopped and looked at Taipan Jin humbly, her face full of longing, her eyes full of eagerness.

This is very rare - she has seen the splendor and wealth, but she can still maintain such a kind of innocence and caution.There was an inherent sense of humility and gratitude in her temperament.Humble, but not humble; grateful, but not sentimental.She looked at Taipan Jin with such eyes, and Taipan felt a little moved. He watched her jump a few steps, and told her to take off her shirt to stretch her arms and kick her legs.She was a little shy, but seeing that the room was full of women, she followed suit.The Taipan was a little satisfied. Seeing her swollen purple breasts and her completely deflated abdomen, she probably guessed what kind of torture she had experienced, so she waved for someone to take her to clean it up without asking any further questions. come back again.

She obediently went, walked from one end of the long corridor to the other, washed her face under the running water, and was taken to change clothes.She suddenly remembered the situation when she first entered Lu's mansion a few years ago, how similar that day was to today.She was suddenly full of confidence, stepping on the beat of the waltz drum, her steps became brisk, she thought this was the path that the young master wanted her to take, if she could stay here, maybe she could wait for the young master. For many years to come, whenever she thought of this scene, she felt excited and excited, and felt how wonderful and logical the arrangement was - the business of the ballroom was very good that night, but it happened that several girls asked for leave one after another. A very important background is also a rare opportunity, and this opportunity was easily seized by her unintentionally.Everything is preordained, and she is predestined to go to that place at that time, hear that dance music and apply for that job, and it is clear that the young master's hand is in front of her to attract her.

When she saw Taipan again, she had a bit of self-confidence, and because she had washed her face and changed her clothes, she seemed to be able to shine—she was really young, and neither hunger nor exhaustion could defeat her. Hope has survived.Taipan Jin became more interested in her and asked her, "What's your last name?" Taipan Jin spoke Shanghai dialect, which was not easy to understand. When she heard the word "Xing", she instinctively replied: "Xingren'er." "Surname Ren?" Taipan Jin repeated, seeing her nodding, he nodded too, and said, "Put a bowl of my porridge for her to eat, and then put on some makeup for her. Let's treat the guests first. Whether it will work or not, let’s do it for one night and see.”

She has never eaten such delicious porridge.It contained cinnamon, scallops, leg meat, bird's nest slices, and many other things that she couldn't identify.She has also eaten bird's nest and shark's fin before, so she is not ignorant, but she can't tell the taste of this bowl of porridge, she just feels that every mouthful is tender, smooth and moist, but each mouthful has a different taste, and After swallowing, there is a fragrance on the teeth and cheeks, which is a fragrance similar to that of pumpkin.If it wasn't for being so hungry, she really wanted to enjoy it slowly, don't gobble it up like this.She doesn't know many idioms, but she also knows the phrase "wasting everything", she is wasting everything at this moment.

Jin Taipan also said: "Drink slowly, there is only this small bowl, there is nothing more. It's not that I don't want to give you more food, but I'm afraid that if you are hungry for a long time, you will be too full at once, and when you hiccup while dancing, you will laugh at me." gone." After eating porridge and putting on makeup, she looked extra bright.It was as if what she ate just now was not a bowl of porridge, but a reborn elixir, her eyes and cheeks were shining brightly, her spirit was so high that she was about to fly. Taipan Jin looked at her carefully again, and suddenly said: "Sister Ah Feng changed her cheongsam and asked for a size smaller." Ah Feng was puzzled, and said: "This one fits just right, and it's not fat. One size smaller, it will be smaller." Tighten up." Taipan Jin laughed: "It's important. If you tell me to change, you change." The tone was commanding, but the tone showed showing off and complacency.

Sister Afeng had to bring another gold-woven cheongsam with a Fengxian collar to change into for her.The high collar was held on her chin, as if she had stretched her neck a little for nothing, making her face look extraordinarily small and pale. Her chest was raised high, and her waist was pulled back tightly. The cheongsam clung to her body like A piece of clothing is more like a layer of skin, a layer of beautifully painted skin woven with golden embroidered clouds.The women all admired: "It's still the elder sister who has eyesight. Wearing a size smaller like this really makes people look more energetic, more charming and charming. Women's eyes can't help but slip over and look around twice, let alone men."

When she saw herself in the mirror, she was really amazed: If it wasn't for this outfit and this kind of makeup, she wouldn't know that she was so good-looking. Lovely smiles in the mirror, makeup is really a woman's second face, no matter how beautiful you are, rouge can always make the finishing touch.She has always known that she is beautiful, but what she wants today is not only beauty, but also stunning. You can't just call her "Ren Bitao" in vain! Bi Tao's name was given by Taipan Jin.Anyone who comes to play in the ballroom can be said to be a "fate offender", and Bitao is the best among peach blossoms.

When choosing this name, Taiban Jin also gave her a special lesson, sorting out her birthday horoscope and luck.Taipan said: "Everyone has peach blossoms in their life, but there are more or less peach blossoms, there are bad luck and good luck, and different types imply different meanings. The common ones are Liushen peach blossom, Hongyan peach blossom, bathing peach blossom, and upside-down peach blossom. , peach blossoms everywhere, rolling waves peach blossoms, sheep blade peach blossoms, food injury peach blossoms, heavenly dry peach blossoms, latent peach blossoms... and so on, etc., and your life is "red and gorgeous peach blossom evil", and the man who touches you is not like you With a good result, the husband and wife are doomed to fail."

She smiled wryly. From this point of view, she was born to eat the rice of a dancing girl, peach blossoms every night, and she only planted them but never reaped them. Taipan Jin also told her in a casual way: "The girls on the dance floor all have peach blossoms. For example, Mary from White Russia is 'Rolling Wave Peach Blossom', Kazuko from Japan is 'Naked Peach Blossom', and Lan Fenghuang from Pudong is 'Peach Blossom Upside Down'." '..." Bi Tao seemed to understand but half understood, and asked curiously: "Then what are the peach blossoms in the big class like?" Taipan Jin's complexion darkened, and he said, "What about me, I'm the most vicious type of Hua Sha, called 'Remnant Hua Sha'." Bi Tao didn't understand: "How about killing the remaining flowers?" Taiban Jin solemnly frowned, and said harshly: "If a man commits this, he will be a thief; if a woman commits it, he will be less likely to go to prostitutes, and he will be poor and helpless." Bi Tao was terrified and didn't dare to ask any more questions.But she likes this name very much, because there is a word "桃", which makes her feel that everything is God's will.As for whether this peach blossom is a "flooding peach blossom" or a "reversed peach blossom", and whether the flower picker is "lucky in peach blossoms" or "committed to peach blossom disasters", it is beyond the scope of her thoughts.In short, if you provoke peach blossoms, you have to listen to peach blossoms and do peach blossoms. When she learned the rules from Daban Jin, she thought of learning how to dance with the young master in the peach forest.If you know how to advance and retreat, you will know the style - she has always remembered the words of the young master, and she has an amazing understanding of "advance and retreat" and "style". In this regard, she can almost be regarded as a genius. Everything that happened in "Paramount" seemed to be walking on the old footsteps of Lu's house. She was familiar with the road, and it was easy to get started. Sometimes the taipan would ask her about her past experiences, and she would open her eyes wide, as if she was about to cry, but she couldn't say a word.Taipan Jin patted her on the shoulder to comfort her: "Forget it, don't think about it, it's all over." In this way, no one will know about her past.She herself gradually forgot, the endless winter in the mountain village, Gu San who was once betrothed, the annual peach blossom in Lu's mansion and the life of a concubine calling for slaves, and the wharf The nightmare of escaping from death in the workshop and the wandering in front of Bailemen. Suffering is like a river, but her heart is like a bamboo basket immersed in the river.When the basket is in the water, it is worrying to see that the bottom of the basket is full of water; once it is raised to the surface of the water, there will be no drop left, only some wet marks; Not even a trace can be seen, completely disappeared without a trace. Bitao's heart can't leave any troubles and ups and downs, it's full of satisfaction with reality.She seems to have been born here to grow up, as if she knew Taipan Jin from the very beginning. She regarded this place as her home and Taipan as her relatives. The days passed day by day in the whirl of the waltz.Her fame quickly grew, and her net worth was very high. To dance with her requires an appointment, and if you want to eat and go shopping with her, it will cost a lot of thought and money. She met many people like Mr. Lu, who were rich, powerful and had a family, but they couldn't help running out and spending a lot of money on women outside; She also met many men like Steward Li, who speculated between the master and the servants to make a little money, and then wanted to enjoy the same profligacy and lust as the master; She even met many young sons like the grown-up second young master Ke Jing, whose background and status are unknown, so there is always a lot of resentment and grievances, and she has to seek comfort and confidante from her fans... However, she has never met anyone like the young master.No one can be as gentle and noble as he is.No one can be like him. A person like him would not come to this luxurious and prosperous place of fireworks. She lives at night and spends most of the day sleeping. Even if she is awake, she can't cheer up, like a hamster that has been washed out of the house, dazed and dull; but he belongs to the day, bright and aboveboard, and takes a leisurely walk In spring, under the sun, in the flower forest.Wherever he passed, there was always a faint and fresh fragrance of flowers. None of their lives have a junction point. No matter how many times she turns in the waltz, her footsteps still stay in place. She couldn't find his. Only at such times will she have a little reflection on the status quo and at the same time feel a little inferior to her identity.She also thought about whether to go to a match factory or a sewing workshop to find a job as a female worker, but she thought that it would be even more impossible to see the young master in such a dark life, so she also dismissed this idea, and still had to go back and forth day after day. A day of self-deception in the waltz dance steps alone to have fun. She is kind to everyone, she never loses her temper, but she is not very enthusiastic. She has her own measure and scale for "welcoming or rejecting" and "pitching and welcoming", and she is just right, just use a ruler The quantity is not so accurate. She learned to call people "Qimen Lushi" (thirteen o'clock) or "pretending to be poor" (pretend to be poor) with Shanghai cuts, and learned to "pull out signs" (to find out the real wealth of customers) by using lighters and car brands. She has also learned to be coquettish and complain, although she is not so fond of that person in her heart, and she doesn't feel so bitter to herself, but this is homework, she must learn and master it, and apply it to the right. She had bright makeup on her face, a lot of jewelry on her body, and her gestures and accents were all jokes, but her expression was very real.That kind of elegant demeanor, the delicate innocence, even Shitou is tempted when he sees it, and the more experienced the Taoist, the more I feel pity for him, and it is not easy to hold his breath. Her eyebrows are long and thick, not curvy and thin like ordinary fashionable ladies, but a little messy, her eyes are like apricot stones, tears are flowing, her nose is straight, and her nose is round, Sweating slightly, with a small round swollen mouth, and a slightly raised chin, there is always a kind of innocence and childishness that does not match the wind and dust, which makes people soft-hearted, and unconsciously agreed to all her requests. Her feet were not born for walking, but for dancing.When she dances the waltz, she can turn a dozen circles without feeling dizzy; when she dances "Charles", she kicks her legs higher than her head; when she dances the fox trot, she looks more like a fox than a fox.And in dealing with people and things, she is like a fox waiting for the opportunity, she is more tactful and considerate than ordinary old-fashioned dancing girls. Even when she is asleep, she still has the instinct of alertness and self-preservation. She was a born liar with a deceiving face.But because she doesn't feel it, others don't feel it either. Even an old and cunning fox like Jin Dapan is more tolerant and doting on her, and he refuses to reprimand her easily, and feeds her porridge made of pumpkin and teaches her Wear a cheongsam one size smaller. ——And "eating" and "clothing" are the two most important events in life. Outside of these two skin-to-skin matters, there are men.That's Taiban Jin's specialty, which can be said to be profound and knowledgeable. She really taught Bitao by precept and example, and taught her everything she could. "I'd rather eat one flat peach than a basket of rotten peaches. If you hold onto President Li's live bank, it's more useful than hooking up with ten or eight little Kais." The so-called President Li was the first guest Betao received on the day of her recruitment.Bi Tao has many customers in Paramount, but the one who treats her the best and the most generous is always President Li who bought her first dance. Any man who comes out to play is always easy to be merciful to the first woman he has played with, or the first woman he has played with, and regards them as his own.At this point, I don't know who is more naive, a man or a woman. Taipan Jin clearly saw this point, and she pointed out to Bi Tao: "Men have liked to call women cheap since ancient times, but the cheapest ones are actually the men themselves. They always eat what is in the bowl and look at the pot, and wives are not as good as A concubine, a concubine is not as good as a maid, a maid is not as good as a prostitute, a prostitute is not as good as stealing, and stealing is as good as not being able to steal. What is this? This is cheapness. If you want to catch men, you have to hang them, hang them out of their bones , all lying under your feet and wagging their tails, at that time, you can get whatever you want, they are more obedient than dogs." He said again, "Don't pay too much attention to those second-generation ancestors, don't look at the naked face like a person, I don't know if you have a lot of silver coins in your pocket. After taking the title of so-and-so's son-in-law, the same bum can worship brothers .” Bi Tao laughed when she said that, bowed her head to her ears, and bowed her head to be taught.She regarded Taiban Jin as another young master, the female body of Master Kefan. What she said was different from what he said, but they were all extremely useful philosophies of life, enough for her to learn and benefit for a lifetime. However, when she discussed the knowledge of dealing with "men" with Daban Jin, she never included Master Kefan.In her mind, Eldest Young Master is not just an ordinary "man", but a "sage", a belief that transcends the mortal concepts of men and women. But any religion or belief in the world requires its followers to be stupid, simple, and blindly believe. Love and ideals are nothing more than this. Ren Bitao's god is Master Kefan, and she really did like the purest and most devout believer, full of trust, admiration, and worship to him, only him in her heart, not herself, not even too many distracting thoughts and desires. She just yearns for him instinctively, hoping to see him again.As for what to do if she saw it, she never thought about it. My beloved has already put on makeup: long and thick eyebrows, almond eyes full of affection, straight nose, slightly swollen cherry mouth, small and slightly forward chin, so delicate and delicate, just like a painting. In the previous life, at this age, he had already become a cash cow for Paramount; this face was taken as a photo and enlarged and placed in front of the ballroom as a signboard, turning all living beings upside down. That is also a kind of red, but how miserable and coquettish the red is. This kind of fate, no matter what, has to be rewritten in this world.In this life, she wants to experience real popularity, real success, she wants to be a master, and enjoy the highest honor and respect. She pulled up the hem of her long skirt and went downstairs. The reporters waiting in the living room immediately turned on the spotlights, and their faces showed such unmistakable amazed expressions—the makeup of this sixteen-year-old girl was so similar to that of forty. It is a replica of the red dancers in Shanghai in the 1980s, and not only her makeup and clothing, but also her gestures, frowns and smiles are full of a strange nostalgia-her "old-fashioned" is no longer the old "outdated" , and called "grade". The style of half a century ago is revived in the behavior and speech of a sixteen-year-old girl. She does not look like a real person, but seems to have stepped out of an old movie. out of reach.The effect Zhen Xinai wanted was achieved. A female reporter blurted out: "Who did you learn makeup from?" Her question aroused a burst of giggling, slightly relieving the inexplicable tension in the air.The female reporter smiled shyly, and said mockingly, "Women always care more about appearance than heart." Xinai didn't smile, she replied seriously: "Makeup is like painting, it is a talent; but makeup is different from painting, you can learn it without a teacher; and painting must have the guidance of a master if you want to improve." She naturally Walking towards Patty Zhang who was sitting in the corner of the sofa, "This is my Master Patty Zhang." Zhang Peicen was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes immediately became moist.This female disciple does not forget her roots when she is successful, and she does not forget her form when she is proud. Her bet is really right. I think that when I promised to throw away all my wealth to hold an art exhibition for my beloved, I was not without hesitation in my heart. However, the current facts have proved that I became the biggest winner.Not only because my beloved's success has also made me popular, but also because this female disciple is really a person who knows how to repay her kindness, and for her, everything I do is worth it. She described to the reporters how she had discerning eyes and saw that Xinai was a real painting genius; and how she accepted this girl as a student against all opinions, and she did not hesitate to make people laugh at her for teaching dumb people; How to laboriously communicate with a dumb girl, and spend twice or even three times the effort of teaching normal students on Beloved... She was moved by her words and almost burst into tears.The reporters were writing like flying, while secretly sighing, this is the reaction that normal people should have: become famous overnight, with mixed feelings.How can it be as common as true love, where soldiers come to block, water comes to hide, as if there is a standard answer to any question early in the morning-this is really surprising, if makeup and painting are talents, what about conversation skills? The girl's "lightness" in answering questions and "lifting weight" in changing the subject is simply shocking.When the reporter asked such a trivial question as "makeup", her answer seemed to be too serious and solemn, but with a single stroke, she shifted people's attention from herself to the teacher, fully expressing herself He respects his teacher and respects his way, yet appears so relaxed and unrestrained.This kind of perfect diplomacy is something that celebrities who have been in Vanity Fair for decades are ashamed of themselves. Where did this little girl get it? All the reporters were surprised or even unconvinced by Zhen Ai's consistent and perfect demeanor at the exhibition, so they jointly arranged this interview in Zhen's Mansion to capture the living environment of Zhen Ai, and hoped that she would be able to live in the environment she is familiar with. , can show different aspects.But this girl seems to have a natural sensitivity, she knows exactly what to say in any situation, she is smooth and innocent, and she is impeccable.Originally, everyone had prepared a lot of tricky questions to test the little girl, but she didn't expect that she would push the teacher out just as soon as they played against each other—she had been controlling the interview all the time the whole process. The reporters were simply not reconciled, they hurriedly ended the interview with Zhang Peicen, and continued to focus on their true love, the questions became more and more sharp, trying to find a breakthrough—— "Before holding the art exhibition, your parents have already disclosed to the media the strange thing that you have been silent for sixteen years and once you open your mouth. Is it a gimmick?" "There are so many people holding art exhibitions every year, and there are many famous artists among them. There must be someone who can draw better than you, but you are the only one who can get this reputation at the age of sixteen. What do you think is the main reason? " "Do you admit that half of the success of this art exhibition is due to hype?" Regarding this question that is clearly pointing towards provocation, Xinai showed no anger and confessed frankly: "So, I would like to thank you very much. If it is not for the help of the media, I don't know if the exhibition will be successful, but it must be It won't be as successful as it is now." "Then can we think of it this way—your dumbness is actually the biggest factor in your success to some extent?" This is a rather tricky and insidious question, and it can even be said to be a language trap, because no matter whether the beloved admits it or not, it is doomed to appear hypocritical and powerless-it is indeed a hype gimmick, but the success of the exhibition is, after all, because Beloved to draw, and not because she is not a mute.However, if you fight with reason, you will inevitably turn your face against each other, and you will be forced to lose the calm and calm you have always maintained. In fact, the reporters can predict the answer early in the morning. If you ask a thousand people, a thousand people will say: There are so many dumb people in the world. Have they all succeeded?The mute's opening attracted the attention of the world, which brought an opportunity for the success of the art exhibition, but it does not mean that the success of the art exhibition is because she is dumb, it is putting the cart before the horse and has bad intentions. Usually such a question would arouse the disgust of colleagues, because it is too unkind, but this time, everyone has no objection, and even exchanged a look in tacit understanding, and they all want to see the reaction of their beloved—maybe the reporter didn’t really want it at all. An answer, but only to irritate the beloved, not to let a little girl's demeanor always prevail. And beloved is smiling from beginning to end, answering every question, without being angry or angry.I only heard her say: "Muteness or success may be regarded as God's arrangement." She paused slightly, showing a trance smile, "When God closes a certain door, he will open another door for you." A door. And in that door, I found inspiration for painting.” "Well said!" Suddenly a familiar voice came from outside the crowd, and Lu Kefan stood up with a sunny smile, "My dear, you can really speak, so your voice is so beautiful!" "Kefan, is that you?" My beloved turned her head in surprise, her whole face suddenly became vivid, with an indescribable brilliance and beauty, she rushed to hold Kefan's hand tightly, as if afraid that he would leave again at any time As if going, "Are you back? When did you come back? Why don't you call first?" "I just got home and came over after putting down my luggage." During these days, Kefan was so eager to see Legendary's beloved sister, but when he saw him, he realized one thing: this sister was even more eager see him. The reporters asked curiously: "Excuse me, who is—" "He's Lu Kefan, he's mine—" Xinai raised her head and thought about it, her eyes were clear, as if she was considering her words, and after a while, she said softly, "My sweetheart." Everyone was surprised, she had already smiled like a spring flower, and she was clear again And decisively said, "From childhood to adulthood, he has always been the person in my heart." A 16-year-old girl, in front of everyone, said the words "sweetheart" without any concealment and innocently, which is quite special and touching.People looked at each other, shocked by the girl's courage, and at the same time amazed at the peculiarity of the girl's language. She didn't say "boyfriend" or "lover", but "sweetheart" - such an old and simple title, there is a kind of uniqueness. Such feelings. But no one thought it was funny, or even thought there was anything wrong with it, because this girl was not an ordinary person, not the kind of reckless thirteen-point girl who spoke without thinking, but a talented painter who was the best at talking skills. , She said it so naturally, sincerely, and as it should be. Even Ke Fan didn't think Qi Qi was strange. He was still immersed in the surprise that his beloved could talk, and he was very curious and excited: "My dear, you are now a famous person. I see you in the newspaper every day." People immediately saw the incompatibility of the two children-Kefan was not good enough for Beloved.He is handsome and lively, but with a simple mind, he is no different from an ordinary pretty boy, but he is completely different from a genius girl who really loves him.But judging by the look on my beloved's face, it's clear that he regards his cousin as a god.This is love - if you really love someone, you will feel that he is perfect and there is no one in a million.The little girl was really in love with the boy! The reporters nervously analyzed the latest interview materials. The genius in the painting world, True Love, is not only precocious, but also emotionally mature. He is only sixteen years old. He already knows that he has a crush on his handsome cousin, and he even confessed his love in public. This should be a news point, right? ?But is this news worthwhile?Is it vulgar to write about the puppy love gossip of a 16-year-old girl?Talented girls are different from film and television stars, will negative reports be charged with bad orientation?After working hard for a whole day, I finally found the girl's Achilles' heel, but is this a dead spot? Hesitating in his heart, but not neglecting his hand, the sound of pressing the shutter came one after another, Kefan and Xinai changed various poses and let the reporters take pictures, as if they had become stars. This is the first time that Lu Kefan has been photographed by reporters. In the future, he will have many such opportunities, and he will become more and more used to this kind of pursuit and siege until he gets tired of it.However, today, he is fully enjoying the short-lived glory of this moment, even though the halo is not actually on his head.