Chapter 8 8. Be famous early

When Yifan was in China, Tong Jiaxiu always talked about Huang Chang's future, and always said: "My daughter is too smart to marry, and she is too wronged to work—if she is beautiful, she can be a star. But it’s out of the question.” It is indeed not easy to find a way out between being a celebrity and getting married.But Huang Chang did it, and that was to write the script for the film company. It's easy to say - the company's director is Mr. Ke who once pursued Jiaxiu, and later, through Yifan's efforts, the misunderstanding between the two was cleared up, but the matter of marriage can no longer be mentioned.This is often the case in the affairs of men and women. It is necessary to strike while the iron is hot. It cannot be like eating ice cream, put half of it in the refrigerator to cool it, and then take it out after a while to eat.Relationships need to be done in one go, after that period is over, and there is no turning back.But after all, we can still be friends, and we have contacts again in a loose and tight way.

One day when Ke Yi was visiting as a guest, he accidentally saw a stack of script drafts scattered on the desk by Huang Chang, and was very interested, so he read it.Later, I made a film with that theme, and it was an instant hit, which defined Huang Chang—it turned out that God made her like this, and the role she was asked to play was a playwright. At that time, Huang Shang had already graduated from St. Mary's Girls' High School, and won the University of London with the first place in the Far East. However, the European War broke out in this year, and the whereabouts of his mother Zhao Yifan was unknown. After coming down, being urged by relatives and friends, he wavered between the two paths of marriage and work.

This was also a custom at the time. A woman did not necessarily have to go to college after she was admitted to a university. She could find a husband's family to marry first, and the husband would take a sum of money to support her education. After graduation, she would consider having children.Or work first, and continue to study after having a certain financial foundation.And even if you read it, it is just a diploma, which is used to be proud of relatives and friends.The effectiveness of the admission notice can sometimes be equal to it, and it has a tragic and graceful power. "I have already passed the exam, and my grades are pretty good, but..." The unfinished meaning is generally summarized by the six points after the "but", often in exchange for a sigh.

Huang Chang's character is somewhat advocating tragic beauty.The difference between her and his younger brother is that Huang Di always creates tragedies to make himself sad, but Huang Chang forces himself to face the tragedy and accept it as a kind of regret.In her view, life is like a piece of piano music under the finger of her mother, which has a strong tone and a low tone, so that it becomes beautiful, vigorous and complete. The same is true of her unsuccessful studies this time. Although she regretted it, she didn't want to hurt herself. She just accepted it as another bass in the melody of life. She just liked to smile regretfully when talking about it and say something "But..." That's fine.

And when her movie "Peach Blossom Silk Pa" was put on the screen and was a success, she was even a little glad that she didn't go to the University of London.Because you need to be famous as early as possible, if you take this step like that, maybe you will go all the way in the future, although there may be flowers and applause, but it is not this kind, and it is not today.Then, the belated happiness will not be as happy as it is now, shamelessly happy, unrestrainedly happy, happy like lightning in a thunderstorm day, entangled and sadly illuminating the night sky of the entire isolated island, leaving such a deep wound on people's hearts Painful scratches.

But from a certain point of view, Huang Chang's success cannot be regarded as accidental.Because although under the guidance of the master Ke Yi, it only took more than two months to adapt the script, but the writing of the script story actually began when Huang Shang had the first draft in the "Haunted House", or even earlier, From the time Huang Chang was sensible, from the time she wanted to learn to write, and from the time she had just gained an understanding of human nature, that story has been in her heart. It has accompanied her to grow up and carved a deep imprint in her life His second concubine——Chu Hong!

The image of Aunt Chu Hong peeling almonds is indelible in Huang Chang's heart. In the claustrophobic days, only Chu Hong and Ruan Lingyu were guarding her day and night, or, more precisely, two ghosts.Their stories are played, chewed, sad, and sighed by Huang Chang time and time again, and gradually become one.When she wrote the script for Ruan Lingyu, the first script was Aunt Chu Hong.Now, this image has finally been put on the screen. Although it is impossible for the performer to be Ruan Lingyu, it is still the same success and sensation! Later, in an interview with a tabloid reporter, an unselected movie star said regretfully: "Actually, it's not that anyone's acting skills are particularly good, but that the story itself is so good. Whoever plays that role will become popular. If I play it, it will only become more popular."

Indeed, the story is so poignant and lingering—the popular actress Chu Yu was favored by the local wealthy businessman Mr. Chen during a performance, and forced to marry her as the seventh concubine, and was forbidden to sing for him ever since.But no matter how tactfully she is and how she abides by women's ways, she has no choice but to be an actress for a day and a prostitute for the rest of her life, criticizing the other six wives all day long, and insulting her on the tip of her tongue.As a result, he was depressed all day long and caught cold, so he got to know the doctor and secretly fell in love with him, but because he was afraid of people's words, he dared not reveal it at all.But the second concubine, the third concubine, and the fourth concubine have slandered the master several times, slandering Chu Yu for misbehaving; Chu Yu is called an actor, but she is actually a bitch; even the maids and servants are whispering and slandering her in every possible way... Under the pain of Chu Yu, her condition is getting worse and worse, gradually becoming a serious illness.The doctor visited her every day and took good care of her, but Chuyu's condition did not improve at all.It turned out that on the one hand, she knew she couldn't explain it, and she was so infatuated that she dared not confess it. Instead, she pretended to be indifferent in order to maintain a pure and clean image;In the winter, Chu Yu became terminally ill and began to vomit blood, while the master was busy in the west chamber to marry the eighth aunt.In front of Chu Yu's bed, only the doctor worked hard for him.Amidst the sound of drum music, Chu Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, and the silk handkerchief was dotted with peach blossoms, which was shocking. The doctor hurriedly rescued her, but she had died countless times, and couldn't help crying. With all his strength, he dipped his finger in blood, drew a heart on the handkerchief, pointed at the doctor, and then at himself, and then died...

It was a beautiful movie, sad and beautiful, and exquisite.Sophisticated to every detail, every line of dialogue, every setting: smoked Chinese medicine diapers juxtaposed with western medicine bottles, men's suits and women's cheongsams, foreign language and ancient poems, the statue of Jesus and the Avalokitesvara...the whole contradiction But the different times are shrunk on a sickbed in a large courtyard, everything is changing and reforming, but the sorrow of women is eternal. The only small episode is that Huang Chang blindly pursues the beauty of tragedy in his creation, but Ke Yi proposes that the protagonist should be endowed with a certain spirit of resistance. More, it should be the desire for freedom.

Huang Chang was puzzled: "Of course, do you need to ask? Isn't her longing for love a manifestation of her longing for freedom?" But Ke Yi still insisted that this part of the content should be enlarged and the theme should be clarified.The result of the dispute was naturally that Huang Chang obeyed unconditionally, so he added some slogans to the lines, such as: "I hate it, I hate this unequal environment, I want to break this hell!" and so on.Ke Yi looked at it and found it too stiff, so he finally cut it off. At this time in Shanghai, there was originally a wave of "mandarin ducks and butterflies fever". All novels, movies and dramas were nothing more than gifted scholars and beauties.Huang Chang's work not only caters to the taste of love tragedy at the time, but is also unique. It writes a love story that has never been uttered, and its tragedy is only more intense and touching.When the Seventh Concubine Chu Yu was crying blood silently and drawing a heart on the handkerchief, there was a lot of crying in the theater. Just draw a red heart on the handkerchief.

It was only at this time that Ke Yi really agreed with Huang Chang, saying: "If you don't speak, there is something touching about not speaking. It's also good, and you can see the darkness of the old society, and people don't even have the freedom to speak." Huang Shang Smiling: "Teacher Ke spoke as if he was giving a lecture on saving the country." Ke Yi was taken aback, shut his mouth tightly and stopped talking, but took a deep look at Huang Chang. During the entire screening period, the theaters were full, and the film review columns of all newspapers and newspapers in Shanghai were full of four big characters "Peach Blossom Sipa" framed by bloody red hearts.Huang Chang couldn't be more popular if he didn't want to. He was so popular that the sky was almost burned, and it had to rain for more than a month.And this rain gave new inspiration to the small newspaper writer, who wrote that this is God crying for Aunt Seven. God is also a movie fan. People didn't think of this. Because they thought it was fresh, they passed it on to each other. When they met, they said, "Have you seen "Peach Blossom Sipa"? Didn't you? How could it be possible? It's so touching, God has seen it all." Cried." For a while, giving peach blossom silk handkerchiefs to each other became the most precious gift in the world of lovers. Of course, the heart and peach blossoms were embroidered with red silk thread, not painted with blood. The photo of the talented Huang Chang, together with the most popular female stars in Shanghai, was listed on the headlines of the entertainment section of the tabloids. "A New Star" and other words such as "rose" and "nightingale" that can be used to praise women, especially smart women, were eagerly piled up on Huang Chang, so much that she was almost a little Can't bear it, and Huang Jiaxiu can't accept it at all. "In this newspaper, here, this article, 'The Hottest Fire', is it about you?" Jiaxiu hesitated, and separated a newspaper between herself and her niece, separating celebrities and ordinary people . Huang Chang replied cheerfully: "Of course it's not me, the one sitting opposite you is me." Jiaxiu felt relieved. "That's okay, otherwise, I can't bear to have a fire or the hottest fire with me every day." Huang Chang reminded: "Director Ke helped me a lot, aunt, I was thinking, should we treat him to a meal?" "He..." Jiaxiu pondered while resting her chin.The setting sun shines on her face through the flower stand, and there is a smile on her mouth. Huang Chang became popular. It is not the slow dark red that can start a prairie fire from a single spark, nor the delicate bright red that is full of flowers blooming in spring, but the big purple red that is out of control like the rising sun. She was almost overwhelmed by compliments and invitations, and new people appeared in the newspapers every day to write "The Yellow Clothes in My Eyes" as her friends. It is an honor to have lunch with her. The directors hope to cooperate with her. The stars naturally hope to follow her path to be the heroine of her new script. The opened department store cut the ribbon. Together with friends, relatives—Huang Kun also came to Shanghai, and the first stop was to visit his aunt Huang Jiaxiu and his cousin Huang Chang. It was dusk when Huang Kun arrived, and the sky was already dark, but there was no need to turn on the lights, and when Huang Kun came, there was no need to turn on the lights, because she was a luminous body, shining brightly on people's eyes. She was wearing a satin cheongsam embroidered with rich peonies and embossed with gold thread. The color was charming and charming, as if she was expressing the saying "the icing on the cake".Although I have just arrived in Shanghai, the makeup on my face is all authentic Shanghai style. My eyebrows are plucked thin and curved. Round and moist, and the picky but slightly bored shrewd and capable look in her eyes is also unique to Shanghai girls.The only fly in the ointment and exposed her true origin is the exaggerated and trivial ornaments caused by greed and overreach-a rice pearl embedded in the left ear, a three-inch-long emerald pendant jingling in the right ear, and a three-inch-long emerald pendant. In addition to the pearl necklace on the top, there is another very thin gold chain. At the end, there is a small pure gold cross attached. Even the two arms exposed outside the cheongsam are not spared. There are more than a dozen thin silk-wrapped bracelets along the way, and they will make a small sound with a slight movement, which has the excitement and joy of a newborn baby. But what she opened her mouth to report was the funeral news: "My husband is dead. He was shot to death in Changchun. I don't want to go back to Dalian." With this sentence, she kept her mouth shut and never talked about her husband's family again.Moreover, she told Huang Chang not to tell anyone about her family affairs, because her identity in Shanghai was only the daughter of the Huang family, an unmarried lady.She said: "He is dead, but I still have to live. I am only 24 years old, so I have to live." Huang Chang was surprised, 24?She clearly remembered that this cousin was 10 years older than herself, and she was in her thirties this year, why is she only 24?But by nature she doesn't like to get to the bottom of it. Since people say 24, then 24 is fine.It's strange that a fashionable person like my cousin didn't have her hair permed, she just twisted her bangs in a playful way - the reason is that curly hair is a fashion for ladies, and as a rule, young ladies don't like it. Huang Jiaxiu smiled lightly, and said, "You live very clearly." His tone was very flat, and he couldn't tell whether it was irony or praise. Huang Kun pretended not to hear, grabbed Huang Chang's hand and said enthusiastically: "You are so famous now, I heard about you as soon as I arrived in Shanghai, so I told people: This is my sister! I remember the two of us staying up all night chatting in the old house in Beijing. More than ten years have passed in a flash, and the time flies so fast. I can’t even grow old, and I will be 24 all at once!" Huang Jiaxiu smiled softly again.Huang Kun was a little shy, twisted his body hard, and said coquettishly: "My aunt is really, she always laughs at people, why are you laughing? I don't agree." This time even Huang Chang laughed.This cousin, with a body in her 30s, is 24 years old, but her demeanor is only 18 years old, and she will always be 18 years old!But she is so beautiful, and there is a kind of lively innocence in her personality, if she insists on saying that she is 24, it is enough.Anyway, beauties are always forgivable, even if they kill someone, it must be unavoidable, let alone just hiding their age. Huang Kun said again: "I came to Shanghai this time to go to school. I study painting at the Central Academy of Fine Arts. The teacher is Chen Yanhua. Have you heard of it, aunt?" Huang Chang. But it was still Jiaxiu who answered, thinking about it: "I really have a little impression, it seems that those who are somewhat related to Zhu Mantuo are all drawing beauties with charcoal." Huang Kun clapped his hands: "Isn't it Zhu Mantuo's registered disciple? Auntie also recognizes it?" This time, his eyes were focused, and he turned to Jiaxiu. Jiaxiu smiled and said, "Your second aunt and I... oh, it's with Huang Chang's mother. I also learned painting for a while before, and I also walked around with Teacher Chen." Huang Kun suddenly realized: "No wonder the teacher looked at me and said that I looked kind and that I looked like one of her acquaintances. I thought it was an old man hooking up with a little girl. The one who dared to say it was my aunt." Jiaxiu laughed, this niece's concept of time is very confused, she is still a little girl in her thirties, but she has become an old man in her forties, because she said: "Teacher Chen is not that kind of person... but In your eyes, forty years old is already considered very old, you should just bury half of your body in the soil and wait to die, and it is a crime to say anything more." Huang Kun consciously made a mistake, hurriedly twisted his body vigorously, and said softly, "Aunt——what's the matter? You're so petty. I'm not talking about you. You look at most 30 years old, just like me My big sister, if you think you are old, how can you be so unafraid to speak in front of you?" Jiaxiu said with a smile: "Don't draw more and more black and white. Forget it, I won't make trouble with you, you little sisters have a good chat, and I, an old woman, should let it go." Ignoring Huang Kun's many pretensions, she just got up Hid in. Huang Kun stuck out his tongue and said, "It's said that old maids have a temper, it's true." Huang Chang said seriously: "Auntie is not that kind of person." "I know you guys." Huang Kun turned the subject, "Speaking seriously, I haven't been in Shanghai for long, and I don't know anyone, and Huang Zhong is staying at home and refusing to go out, wasting time. People you know More, but it is serious to take me around." "Where should I go? I don't go out much." "This is Shanghai. There are many places to visit in Shanghai, such as department stores and dance halls. The day before yesterday I had something to go to the International Settlement. I passed by Matt Hester Road and saw the Lido Ballroom. Just the appearance is fascinating. ... Sigh, I heard that you can entertain for free wherever you go, but I can’t invite you, why don’t you take me to see you.” Huang Chang couldn't help laughing: "Where is it so exaggerated... It's okay, Director Ke kept calling me two days ago, saying that I would like to go to the 'Wan Animal Garden' to dance tonight. I am not good at ballroom dancing. Since you are interested, Let's go together." "That's good, let's go." Huang Kun said happily, "I just want to ask you to introduce me to Ke Yi." "What? Want to act in a movie?" "That's not true. My dad won't allow me to show my face in public. However, it's not a bad thing to get to know more celebrities. Tell me, is Ke Yi easy to get along with?" "It's not difficult to get along, but it's too serious and likes to reason." Huang Chang couldn't help laughing when he remembered the past, "You don't know, when I was writing "Peach Blossom Sipa", he forced me to change the script, over and over again, That wordiness! It is said that we should not just write about women's weakness and patience, and we should not simply promote the sorrow and sentimentality of mandarin ducks and butterflies, but to write about anger, longing, and appeal... I don't know where so many new terms come from. In fact, Audiences don't care about that, they don't just watch the plot, tears count." "No wonder I heard people talking about Ke Yi as a progressive director, saying that the Japanese paid a lot of attention to him." "People are talking about it? Who is talking about it?" Huang Chang was taken aback. Huang Kun said indifferently: "Who else? It's just my father's class." Suddenly remembered something, and said hesitantly, "Can you help me choose an English name?" "do what?" "Use it for socializing. Now everyone has an English name, but I don't. How embarrassing! You know that my English is not very good, no better than you, a top student at St. Mary's Girls' High School, who speaks English better than Chinese. Come on, you can help me choose a special name, Maria, Helen, etc. It must have a meaning, like Scarlett (the protagonist of the movie) and Rebecca (the protagonist of the movie) are all good, but it’s a pity Was robbed first." Seeing that she spoke seriously, Huang Chang thought about it seriously, and said with a smile, "So, how about Pandora?" "Pandora? It seems to be the name of a beautiful woman in Greek mythology, right?" Huang Chang smiled: "That's right, beautiful, yet evil, spreading disease, disaster, suspicion, and jealousy, but keeping hope in a box, and holding it tightly." She knew Huang Kun could take this joke. Sure enough, Huang Kun didn't think it was disobedient, but instead he was satisfied: "That really looks like me. Well, I will be called this name from now on, Pandora." The Wanshou Garden at night is crazy, it is the epitome of the important characteristics of Shanghai as an international metropolis-prosperity, luxury, colorful, full of temptations of sensuality and money. The entertainment venues in other cities are nothing more than the Chinese classical style of "dancing in the willow building, singing in the heart of the willows, singing in the wind of the peach blossom fan". The most urgent thing is "the silver grate on the head of the tin is smashed into pieces, and the bloody skirt is stained with wine".It wasn't just the skirts of singing girls and dancing girls that were stained by the wine, but the skirts of women of all colors in the upper class of Shanghai, guests from all over the world—British, French, American, Russian, Japanese, yellow and white races mixed together, it was a spectacle. Here, all Belarusian women have legendary backgrounds and prominent titles. They are either the daughters of a former general or the descendants of a fallen prince.They have snow-white skin, deep blue eyes, and blood-red lips. The clothes on their bodies are thin and transparent, revealing two sturdy legs. The curves of their thighs are first-rate. , but in fact, they have already shattered all their lofty ambitions in the encounters in foreign countries, but they are just dancing one of the most fashionable Charlsden dances today; Compared with them, the lines of American girls are much simpler and crisper.Their smiles are bright and innocent, their skin is tight and smooth, they sing loudly, they dance wildly, they haven't had time to learn to worry, they don't know the rules.Their tears are as cheap as their laughter, As easy and joyous as their taking and giving; If Japanese women don’t wear kimonos, it’s not easy to recognize them, because in the crowded Wanshouyuan, they don’t have a chance to show the standard posture—bending low, walking on Nanjing Road with small steps.Even if you dodge the car, you have to bow first and then walk slowly - but there is a trick, which can be judged by the man next to them - because the Japanese man's iconic mustache and straight chest and back is the best way to sell their identity; There are also soft and affectionate French girls, they all have the same blond curly hair, blue eyes, and the same smiles and coquettish attitudes.They are the incarnations of love and synonymous with "Aventure", adding romance to the beach in Shanghai anytime, anywhere; However, the most beautiful one is still the Chinese woman with nodding head and flat chest.They are in the gap between civilization and backwardness, fashion and conservatism. One eye catches the man across the way, and the other eye looks back at the little sister behind them. The corner of the eye still has the whole surrounding environment.Every woman in Shanghai is a natural communicator who sees all directions and listens to all directions.But they are not in a hurry to show off their communication skills, and they always want to keep them for their own aftertaste and imagination.They don't like to dance too crazy, talk too much, and go too far.Leaving room is the philosophy of life for Shanghai women, and they will never suffer. Huang Kun is not from Shanghai, she is just a latecomer.But Huang Chang was surprised to find that Huang Kun seemed to belong to Shanghai by nature. Her flamboyant and arrogant attitude was so in tune with the luxury of Wanshouyuan. The music and dance steps seemed to have been imprinted in her mind long ago. Yes, every movement of hand and foot is in sync with the rhythm.Under the revolving colored lights, her face and eyes were full of sparkling light, and she smiled enchantingly, giving off an emerald feeling, just like a golden hook catching a goldfish, it fits perfectly, and there is no match for it.The most terrible thing is that Huang Kun is generous enough, eager enough, and has a kind of enthusiasm for participation. Although this young lady comes from a famous family, she has a kind of eagerness to wait for a nouveau riche, like a popular dancer who is too popular and has no time to grasp What, you have to enjoy yourself to be happy in life. While resting, Huang Chang sincerely praised: "You should live in Shanghai." Huang Kun also smiled, and said proudly: "Look, I will like this city, and this city will definitely like me." Then he said worriedly, "You didn't tell anyone that I was married Right? Remember to keep the secret for me." Huang Chang was angry and funny, and deliberately said: "Some people say that there are three places for secrets to go: those who enter from the left ear and exit from the right ear are bold and generous; those who enter from the ear and rot in the stomach are cautious and prudent. and the one that goes in through the ear and comes out through the mouth—is a woman. Do you believe I can keep a secret?" "Fuck you!" Huang Kun pouted, pushed Huang Chang coquettishly, and giggled, "If you promise to keep it secret, I might not believe it; but if you say that women can't keep secrets by nature, I will believe you will." Different." "You mean to say: I'm not a real woman anymore?" The two laughed together.The directors and stars who came together couldn't help looking over, and Ke Yi asked, "You two Miss Huang, what are you talking about so funny?" Huang Kun squinted and said, "We're talking about you. We're talking about you—what kind of person are you?" "Oh, then who am I?" Seeing that he was taken in, Huang Kun wanted to show off more and more. In fact, he was coquettish: "What kind of person you are, I haven't figured it out yet; but at least we can be sure that you are not what kind of person you are." "Not what kind of person?" Huang Kun moved his slender waist, and leaned back greatly: "It's not a woman!" Then he deliberately asked others, "Ni Ge gossip, right?" The people next to him couldn't help laughing, and they also purposely called Su Bai back and said, "Don't make mistakes with Miss Huangge's gossip, he's a real person." Huang Kun proudly cast a wink at Huang Chang, which meant: "Look, Pandora is here! Shanghai belongs to me!" Since arriving in Shanghai, Huang Kun counted that this night was the most enjoyable, and he didn't return until nightfall, and stayed at the show at home, sharing the bed with Huang Chang. The two sisters chattered in the middle of the night, and Huang Chang fell asleep, but Huang Kun didn't know whether to choose a bed or what, he tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep.The music in the ballroom just now seemed to be chasing her all the way home, and it is still lingering in her ears. When I close my eyes, I can clearly see the arched door with exquisite patterns and the gorgeous lights changing in neon colors , and even the end of the nose can vaguely smell the indistinct scent of perfume steaming with the heat of the flesh.The showgirl with bright make-up sang "Night Shanghai" provocatively on the stage. Not many people listened to her, and they all danced or flirted with each other, but she didn't care. All these formed a strong sensory stimulation for Huang Kun, who just arrived in Shanghai, and just now she drank the first cup of freshly ground and brewed CPC coffee in her life. It seems that there is a magical power that can make people turn over all the past events of Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds eighteen years ago, except that they have not recalled the previous life. Unable to fall asleep, Huang Kun simply sat up, leaned on the railing of the bed with bowed knees and raised the curtain to look at the moon outside the window.It is a full moon, round, white and fat, illuminating it lightly, like a string of musical notes without words. The moon shines on Shanghai, and also on Changchun and Dalian, right? But the same moon shines in different cities, but the mood is different.In Changchun, it was a war, but in Dalian, it was compromised, and now it has come to Shanghai.And how prosperous Shanghai is, the prosperity is like a dream. This is really unfair.They are all the same people, why can't they enjoy the same moonlight? When the bad news came from Changchun, she was expecting to give birth in Dalian, and the whole family hid the news from her, but she didn't realize it, but the fetus in her belly was aware of it, and was about to go out in a hurry.It was really dangerous, the amniotic fluid was broken, the doctor had just entered the door, and was busy preparing to deliver the baby, but the baby was unwilling to come out, and she kept tossing until after 9 o'clock the next morning. She died and came back to life several times, then The little enemy just let out a "wow", and fell to the ground crying loudly. The blood flooded the ground like a rising tide, but it kept pouring out, and all the strength in her body flowed away, but the blood still refused to stop.She had never regretted being a woman so much, and even more regretted being married and being a mother.She hated that enemy desperately, and never saw him come back to look at her for such a big matter. When she was very angry, she cried and scolded his family, in-laws, and sister-in-law, saying that they were all black-hearted people, She was not allowed to go to Changchun with him, and only married her back as a reproductive machine, ruining her youth.The sister-in-law got angry with the scolding, and retorted loudly, "You go to Changchun, if you went to Changchun, you would have died with Brother Wu by now."She was stunned immediately, and only then did she know the news of Tao Wu's death. Along with her crying, there was milk.The baby was biting her dry nipple, biting so desperately that she wanted to strangle him to death, but there was still not a drop of milk coming out.She became annoyed, and simply waved her hand to let the servant take the child away, not bothering to listen to his cries.The Tao family had no choice but to ask nurses everywhere.She raised her for another ten days, sat on her confinement, packed her luggage one morning, ran to her parents-in-law and kowtowed, saying that she was only 30 years old, and she asked herself whether she could be a widow for the rest of her life, and she would also be a widow. Can't live.She gave birth to a son to the Tao family, and she was worthy of the Tao family. They owed nothing to anyone. She was leaving now and would never come back again. I hope they don't have to look for her again.The parents-in-law also knew what kind of person she was, and they knew that they should not be persuaded by force. After discussing a little bit, they said, you can leave if you want, and you will never have any contact with her in the future, but there is only one thing. The son is the root of the Tao family. You can take it away, and you can't come to see him again in the future, just pretend that you never gave birth to this son, and he doesn't have your mother. She listened, gritted her teeth and nodded, kowtowed again and left.As soon as I walked, I went to Shanghai. Now that she is a young lady who has not left the cabinet, no one here knows her past, that she is in her 30s, that she was married, let alone that she gave birth to a son.She herself doesn't want to know this anymore, if she will inevitably remember it sometimes, it is to remind herself that she must live a better life than in the past.The moon in Shanghai is so big, shouldn't some light be allowed to shine on her? There were faint footsteps downstairs, Huang Kun began to think that it might be an early riser, but immediately realized that this is the foreign concession, so it should probably be a patrolman.She poked her head out to have a look, but before she could see clearly, she felt that the patrolman seemed to raise his head to look up, so he quickly lowered the curtain, and the moonlight was blocked out by the curtain. Maybe it's five o'clock, right?Huang Kun lay down, in the dark, gritted his teeth and thought to himself, I will definitely become popular in Shanghai, even more popular than Huang Chang. Learning to paint is just a cover, her purpose is to come to Shanghai to socialize, she is very clear about her own advantages, a charming and lonely woman, a real descendant of aristocrats, rich and beautiful, she won't become popular if she doesn't believe it. It must be red, for sure!