The bright lights on the mahjong table are also turned on during the day, and the diamond rings shine brightly when the cards are shuffled.The four corners of the white tablecloth were tied to the table legs, and when it was stretched tight, it became whiter and dazzling.The fierce light and shadow even more reveal the valleys on Jiazhi's chest, and a face can withstand the ruthless headlight.The slightly narrow forehead and uneven hair and feet somehow added a bit of delicacy to the beautiful hexagonal face.There is light makeup on the face, only two exquisitely carved thin lips, brightly painted, tender red, fluffy temples sweeping upwards, back hair shoulder-length, bare arms, electric blue water-stained satin knee-length cheongsam, small round corner coat The collar is only half an inch high, like a western dress.A brooch at the neckline, set with diamond-set sapphire "button" earrings.

The first two ladies on the left and right were wearing black wool cloaks, a heavy gold chain was exposed under the lapels, and they were pulled across to fasten the collars.During the war, due to the isolation of Shanghai from the outside world, some local fashions emerged.Gold in the occupied areas is extremely expensive, and such thick gold chains are not cheap. They are used to replace coat buttons. They are not vulgar, and they can be worn outside to show off in the market. Therefore, they became the uniforms of the wives of Wang government officials.Perhaps still influenced by Chongqing, I feel that the black cloak is the most solemn and generous.

Mrs. Yi is in her own home, and she is still "sitting like a bell" without wearing her one-piece bell. She and Jiazhi met in Hong Kong two years ago.At that time, the couple followed Wang Jingwei from Chongqing and stayed in Hong Kong for a while.With Wang Jingwei, Zeng Zhongming had been assassinated in Hanoi, so they all lived in seclusion in Hong Kong. Mrs. Yi inevitably wanted to add something.There was a shortage of goods in the rear of the Anti-Japanese War and in the enemy-occupied areas. When you come to this shopping paradise, you can't go to Baoshan empty-handed.Someone introduced this Mrs. Mak to accompany her to buy things. The local is an expert, and even big companies in Hong Kong have to bargain.Their Mr. Mai is an importer and exporter. Businessmen like to make friends with officials and treat Mrs. Yi meticulously.Mrs. Yi is very grateful.After the Pearl Harbor incident, Hong Kong fell, and Mr. Mai's business stopped. Jiazhi also started Danbang to supplement the family income, and brought some watches, western medicine, perfume and stockings to Shanghai to sell.Mrs. Yi must keep her in their house.

"We went to Shuyu yesterday—Mrs. Mai didn't go," Mrs. Yi told one of the black cloaks. "Oh." "Mrs. Ma hasn't been here for a few days, right?" said another black cloak. Amidst the crackling of the cards, Mrs. Ma just muttered, "There is something wrong with a relative's family." Mrs. Yi said with a smile: "I promise to treat you, I can't refuse it. I'm hiding." Jiazhi suspected that Mrs. Ma was jealous, because since she came, everything was centered on her. "Mrs. Liao treated guests yesterday, and she has won by herself these two days," Mrs. Yi told Mrs. Ma again. "I met Xiao Li and his wife and asked them to sit down. Xiao Li said that the guests they invited hadn't arrived yet. I said that Mrs. Liao's treat is rare. Are you ashamed not to honor it? Just happened to meet Xiao Li's big treat, and a large table came People. I can’t sit down and add a chair, but I still can’t squeeze in. Mrs. Liao sits behind me. I said that I still call Tiaozi beautiful!

She said she was old and still ate my tofu.I said mapo tofu is old tofu! Ouch, I died laughing!She laughed so hard that Ma Po's white pockmarks turned red. " Everyone laughs. "Which one said it? That time when Mr. Yi celebrated his birthday, didn't he just say that Gu Ma gave her birthday!" Mrs. Ma said. Mrs. Yi was still reporting the news for the past two days to Mrs. Ma. Mr. Yi came in and nodded to the three female guests. "You guys started early today." He stands behind his wife and looks at the cards.The entire wall at the other end of the room is hung with khaki thick baize curtains, with extra-large patterns of brick-red ferns printed on them, and each one is as tall as a person when they are slanted horizontally.Zhou Fohai's family has it, so they have it too.The curtains for fake floor-to-ceiling windows recently developed in the West were out of stock in Shanghai during the war because of the shortage of imported curtain materials.The portrait was reflected on the fern grass in the adult country, making him look even smaller.Wearing a gray suit, he is pale and handsome, his hair is slightly bald in the front, and a strangely long flower tip fades out; his nose is long, a bit "rat-like", and it is said that it is also the nobleman's.

"Mrs. Ma, how many carats does yours have—three carats? The Pinfen came again the day before yesterday, and there was a five-carat one, which was not as bald as yours." Mrs. Yi said. Mrs. Ma said: "It is said that Pinfen's products are better than those from other stores!" Mrs. Yi said: "The broker will deliver it to your door, but fortunately it is convenient, and you can keep it for two more days. Sometimes Pinfen's things are not available outside. Last time, I refused to buy the oil drill." After saying that, Mr. Yi glanced at him. "How much should it cost now? There is nothing wrong with the fire oil drill, and it has risen to more than ten taels, tens of taels of gold per carat. Pinfen also said that fire oil drills and pink diamonds are all priceless."

Mr. Yi laughed and said, "Your kerosene diamond is more than ten carats, and it's not a pigeon's egg. The 'diamond' is also a stone. I'm sorry if you wear it!* The card table is indeed a ring exhibition, Jiazhi thought.Only she doesn't have a diamond ring. She wears this emerald ring back and forth, and she knew she wouldn't wear it. It's ridiculous--you can't even look at her. Mrs. Yi said: "If you don't buy it, I still have to listen to your words!" As he said that, he played a five-barrel, and the black cloak opposite Mrs. Ma clapped the cards down.

Everyone counted beards, and Mr. Yi took advantage of the chaos and tilted his chin towards the door slightly towards Jiazhi. She glanced at the two black cloaks immediately, but fortunately, no one seemed to notice.She paid out the chips, took a sip of the teacup, and said suddenly: "Damn my memory! I made an appointment at three o'clock to discuss business, and I will forget it completely. What should I do, Mr. Yi will play two laps for me first, and immediately return." Mrs. Yi called the general to get up and said, "No way! How can there be such a thing? If you don't say it earlier, you won't be happy."

"I was thinking about the wind." Moaned the black cloak who had just played a card. "Unless you ask Mrs. Liao. Go and call Mrs. Liao." Mrs. Yi said to Jiazhi again, "Let's go when we come." "Mr. Yi will do it for me." Jiazhi looked at her watch. "It's getting late, I have an appointment with a broker for coffee." "I have something to do today, so I'll spend the night with you guys." Mr. Yi said. "This Wang Jiazhi is the worst!" Mrs. Yi likes to call her Wang Jiazhi by her first and last name, like a classmate. "I have to punish you this time. Please treat me!"

"How can there be a visitor to sit down?" Mrs. Ma said. "Mrs. Mai is a guest in Shanghai." "Mrs. Yi said it all. I want you to protect it!" Another black cloak said. They should also be careful when they make fun of her. Although Mrs. Yi is old enough to be her mother, they never say that they recognize their daughters.At Mrs. Yi's age, she was a little vacillating, and she wanted to be jealous like old ladies like to be surrounded by young and beautiful women. "Okay, treat me tonight," Jiazhi said. "Mr. Yi will do it for me, or I won't be able to treat guests tonight without you."

"Mr. Yi, help me, help me! Three people are missing and one is hurting the female stallion. Let's call first, and Mrs. Ma will call to find a partner right away." "I really have something to do." Speaking of business, he immediately lowered his voice and only muttered. "There will be others coming later." "I knew Mr. Yi wouldn't have time," Mrs. Ma said. Is it because Mrs. Ma has something to say, or is she overwhelmed?Jiazhi thought to herself.Judging by his smiling expression, Mrs. Ma's words were even a little flattering, knowing that he wanted people to know, and wished they would make fun of him.It's hard to say, no matter how deep a person is, sometimes he will get carried away. It's too dangerous.No matter how unsuccessful it is today, Mrs. Yi will know if it drags on. She was still haggling with Mrs. Yi, and he had already walked away.She tried her best to get out, went back to her bedroom, did not change clothes, tidied up in a hurry, the maid had already said back and forth that the car was waiting at the door.She went out in Yi's car, told the driver to drive to a cafe, and sent him back after getting off the car. It was still early, and there was no one in the cafe, and a pair of apricot red pleated silk-covered wall lamps were lit. The place was very large, with small round tables, dark floral and fine white linen tablecloths, and it looked like a conservative restaurant.She went to the counter to make a phone call, hung up after the ring rang four times, and then called again, afraid that the people at the counter would find it strange, so she murmured: "Maybe you dialed the wrong number?" It's an agreed code.Someone answered this time. "Hey?" Fortunately, it was Kuang Yumin's voice.Even at this moment she was a little afraid that it was Liang Runsheng, although he was very sensible and always let others come forward. "Hello, second brother," she said in Cantonese. "How have you been at home these two days?" "Okay, everything is fine. What about you?" "I'm going shopping today, but the time is not certain." "Okay, it's okay. We'll be waiting for you anyway. Where are you now?" "On Joffre Road." "Okay, that's it then." A moment of silence. "That's okay?" Her hands were cold, and she felt a little warmth and attachment to the accent. "do not have much left." "I might go right away." "In time, no problem. Okay, see you later." She hung up and came out to call a tricycle. If I don't succeed today, I really can't live in Yi's house anymore, these wives are watching eagerly.Maybe we should find some excuse to move out as soon as we hooked up with him. He can allocate an apartment for her to live in. The last two times we met at the apartment.But that would make it harder to do it—know when he's coming?If you want to come, it will suddenly fall from the sky, otherwise there will be a temporary appointment and you will not be able to come.It was difficult to call him, his wife was watching closely, and several offices were probably well placed.No, as long as someone knows about it, it will be bad. There are too many people who make small reports to curry favor with his wife. If you don't look for him, he may not even come once. It is said that such a thing has happened before, and the apartment is considered a parting gift.He is really tempted too much, he can't take care of it, if he doesn't see it, he will be left behind.She still has to pin him down, she just needs to dangle her breasts in front of him. "It wasn't like this two years ago," he said softly as he hugged and kissed her. He leaned his head against her chest, and didn't see her blushing. Even thinking about it now, it still feels like being pricked with a needle, and I immediately saw those people looking at her with hateful eyes, with some understanding smiles, including Kuang Yumin. Only Liang Runsheng pretended not to pay attention, pretending not to notice that her breasts had been getting higher and higher in the past two years.She acted in a small scene more than once, and she was immediately driven away as soon as it appeared in front of her eyes. It's quite a way to the public concession.The tricycle reached the intersection of Jing'an Temple Road and Seymour, and she told her to stop in front of a small cafe at the corner of the road.In case his car arrives first, look at the side of the road, there is only a charcoal car parked in the past. This restaurant probably relies mainly on takeaways from the store, and only has a few card slots. Although it is dark, it has no atmosphere.In the back there is an air-conditioned glass counter filled with western pastries of various colors, and a narrow passageway behind is brightly lit, illuminating the lower half of the wall inside which is painted in coffee color, shiny and uneven; a white livery is hung next to a small refrigerator. The long woolen jackets that the servants took off were hung in rows on the roof, just like a clothing store. She heard from him that it was opened by the No. 1 owner of Tianjin Qishilin.Presumably he chose this house so that he would not run into acquaintances, and the door is close to a major traffic road. It doesn't matter if he meets people, it is not as suspicious as a remote location, as if there is something to hide. The cup of coffee in front of him is already cold, and the car hasn't arrived yet.The last time I picked her up, he was still waiting in the apartment for almost an hour before he arrived.It is said that Chinese people do not keep time, and they reach their peak in officialdom.If we continue like this, the shops will be closed when we go shopping. It was he himself who said: "We are worth commemorating today. I need to buy a ring, and you can choose it yourself. It's late today, otherwise I will go with you." That was the first time we met outside. The time was even tighter the second time, so I didn't mention it.Of course, I wouldn't let it go, but if she didn't think about it today, and asked her to go around and remind him, wouldn't it be too disrespectful and spoil the scenery?It was the case with another man, of course.An old treacherous man like him would never think that a young lady like her would fall in love with a dwarf in her 40s or 50s. Not for money but suspicious.And jewelry has always been a weakness of ladies.Didn't she come out to run a single gang? It's also reasonable to make some extra money by the way.He himself is an agent, so he is cunning without a doubt, so it must be unpredictable.She needed to win his trust, because so far she had met at the place he appointed, and now she wanted him to go with her to the place she appointed. Last time the car came to pick her up, it was on time.After waiting so long today, he must have come to pick him up.That's good, otherwise, if we meet in the apartment, once we get there, it will be difficult to come out again.Unless I was going to have dinner there, and I didn't leave until midnight-but I didn't even eat there for the first time.Naturally, it will take a while longer to go out and not come back.I'm afraid that the store will be closed, and I'm going to be anxious to death, but I can't urge him to hurry up, like a prostitute. She took out the powder mirror to take a picture and added some powder.Being late doesn't necessarily mean he came by himself.It's not that the freshness wears off, so she doesn't take her seriously anymore.If you are not successful today, you may not have another chance in the future. She looked at her watch again.A premonition of failure, like a tear in a silk stocking, creeping up the calf coolly. There is a man in a middle suit on the diagonally opposite card slot, paying attention to her.He was also alone, reading a newspaper there.Coming earlier than her would not be following her.Can't figure out what path she is on?Is the jewelry you are wearing real?She doesn't look like a dancer, and if she's in a movie or drama, she doesn't know her face well. She has acted before, and she is still working hard on the stage, but no one knows, and she is not famous. All the impassioned patriotic historical dramas were performed in school.Before the fall of Guangzhou, Lingnan University moved to Hong Kong and performed once, and the audience was not bad.After getting off the stage, she was so excited that she couldn't relax, everyone left after supper, she still refused to go back, and took a double-decker tram tour with two female classmates.There are few passengers upstairs, the car is staggering in the middle of the wide street, and the neon advertisements in the dark outside the window are as intoxicating as the cool breeze after drinking. I used the classrooms of the University of Hong Kong to attend classes. After class, the get out of class was crowded and crowded. It took me half a day to pass through.The indifference of ordinary people in Hong Kong to state affairs is also outrageous.Although most of my classmates live in the provincial capital, which is very convenient, I also feel like a student in exile.There are so few most agreeable to form a small group.When Wang Jingwei and his party arrived in Hong Kong, the Wang couple and Chen Gongbo were all Cantonese, and an adjutant was from the same hometown as Kuang Yumin.Kuang Yumin went to look for him, tried to make friends with him, and got a lot of news.When they came back, everyone chattered and set up a beauty trick, and a girl approached Mrs. Yi—you can't say she was a student, most of them were the most intense students, and they were wary.The young mistress of a businessman's family is almost the same, especially in Hong Kong, there is no national thought.Of course, this role is played by Huadan, the head of the school troupe. Among the few people, only Huang Lei's family has money, so he ran around to raise funds, rent houses, borrow cars, and borrow money.Only he can drive, so he acts as the driver. Ouyang Lingwen is Mr. Mai.Kuang Yumin was a cousin, and accompanied his cousin, and the adjutant took them to pick up Mrs. Yi for shopping for the first time.Kuang Yumin didn't get out of the car, and the car took him and the adjutant home first - the adjutant sat in the front seat - and then drove them to Central. She has met Mr. Yi several times, but she just nodded and greeted him.It was the first time that day that she sat down to play cards at a table. She knew that it was not that he didn't pay attention to her, but she didn't dare to take the liberty.She has been pursued since she was twelve or thirteen years old, and she has counted.Although he was very cautious during this period, he really shouldn't be cruel. Living in seclusion is boring, he has too many things to worry about, and he can't distract himself. He doesn't even dare to drink alcohol. Fang Wang's mansion will ask him for something at any time.The two couples who worked together rented an old building together, and at most closed the door to play a little mahjong. On the card table, Mrs. Yi mentioned several sets of suit materials that Mrs. Yi bought for him, and planned to make two sets first.Jiazhi introduces a clothing store and is their familiar tailor. "But it's the peak season now, and I'm busy with tourist business. It can last for a few months. That's good. When Mr. Yi is free, Mrs. Yi will call me and I'll bring him. I'm a regular customer, he's sorry Don't catch up." Before leaving, Mr. Yi dropped her phone number, and Mr. Yi took her out with his wife, and he would definitely copy it. In two days, he would find an excuse to call to check his breath. During office hours, Mr. Mai When not at home. It rained lightly that night, Huang Lei picked her up by car and went upstairs together, everyone was waiting for the letter.An unprecedentedly successful performance, even after leaving the stage, he still felt that Gu Panjian was glamorous.She couldn't bear them to leave, and wished she could go there again.It's already midnight, and Kuang Yumin and the others don't dance, so it's better to find a small restaurant that is open all night to eat congee, and walk all the way back in the drizzle, crazy until dawn. But after discussing for a while, everyone fell silent. Occasionally, one or two people whispered a few words, and sometimes laughed. The snicker sounded familiar.This is not a day's work, and she knows that they have discussed it behind their backs. "From what they said, Liang Runsheng seems to be the only one who has sexual experience among these people," Lai Xiujin told her.Besides her, there is only Lai Xiujin, a girl. It happened to be Liang Runsheng! Of course it was him.Only he fucked. Since he has the determination to sacrifice, he cannot be said to be unwilling to take advantage of him. Tonight, bathed in the afterglow of the stage lighting, even Liang Runsheng didn't hate it very much anymore.Everyone seemed to be able to see that everyone had slipped away, and only Liang Runsheng was left.So the play went on. And not just this night.But Mr. Yi didn't call for several days.She called Mrs. Yi, and Mrs. Yi was listless, saying that she was busy these two days and would not go shopping, and she would call her later. Are you suspicious?Found out that Lao Yi has her phone number?Or got bad news, from Japan?After torturing her for two weeks, Mrs. Yi happily called to say goodbye. She was very sorry that she left in a hurry and was too late to meet her. She also invited her and his wife to come to Shanghai for a longer stay and have a chat. She also wanted to take them to Nanjing for a tour. .Presumably, the plan to go back to Nanjing to organize the government was once stranded, so the former has been disappearing. Huang Lei dragged his ass in debt.The family heard that he rented a house with a dancer in Hong Kong and lived together, and his support was cut off, and he was extremely embarrassed. The relationship between her and Liang Runsheng has long been tense.Everyone knew that she was regretful, and they all avoided her, and they didn't look at her when discussing together. "I'm stupid. I'm stupid anyway," she said to herself. Even this time when everyone was booing and praising her, someone already had ulterior motives. Not only did she want to avoid suspicion of Liang Runsheng, she also alienated them from the whole group, always feeling that they looked at her curiously and strangely.After the Pearl Harbor incident, all the sea routes were connected, and they all transferred to Shanghai.It is also an enemy-occupied area, and there are still books to read in Shanghai.She didn't go with them, and she had no contacts in Shanghai. For a long time she wasn't sure if she had some kind of dirty disease. In Shanghai, they hooked up with an underground worker.A man surnamed Wu—probably not his real surname Wu—heard that they had such a valuable way, of course he strongly encouraged them to do it.They had no choice but to come to her again, and she was obliged. The truth is, every time I'm with Lao Yi, it's like taking a hot bath, washing away my depression, because everything has a purpose. There must be someone watching at the door of this cafe. If they see him in the car, they will go to notify everything in advance.When I came here just now, I didn't see anyone staying nearby.The Ping'an Theater across the street is the most ideal. There is shelter in the shadows under the colonnade, and the people waiting at the entrance of the theater are also known as Zhengyanshun. There was a delivery bicycle parked in front of the foreigner-owned leather goods shop next door, as if the bicycle had broken down and was being inspected and repaired.Shaved crew cut, about 30 years old, head down, can't see clearly, but obviously not an acquaintance.She didn't think it would be the answering car.Some things they didn't tell her and she didn't ask, but it sounded like they were still in the same group. ——With the help of that Wu, maybe I can get a car.If the business trip car was still parked there, maybe it was the pick-up car, and the driver would be Huang Lei.When she came just now, the car was facing away from her and the driver could not be seen. Wu probably still didn't trust them very much, fearing that they would be too young and cause trouble and trouble others.He may not be alone in Shanghai alone, but he is always the one who communicates with Kuang Yumin alone. promised to absorb them into the organization.Maybe this time is a test. "They all shoot with their muzzles attached to people's bodies, not like aiming at a distance in the movies." Kuang Yumin once told her with a smile. Probably it was also to reassure her that the fish in the pond would not be harmed by random shooting, and if she was not killed, she would become disabled, and it would be better to die. When the time came, it was another feeling. It's okay to go up in a hurry. Waiting is the hardest.Men can also smoke.Floating in the air, I simply don't know where I am.She opened the handbag and took out a bottle of perfume. A small glass stick was attached to the glass stopper, and she dipped the perfume on the back of her earlobe.Slightly cool and edged, the only touch in the vastness of space.Wipe under the ear on the other side, and it took a long time to smell a short scent of gardenia. He took off his coat and put perfume on the inside of his elbows. Before he could put it on again, he saw a car approaching through the wooden model of a white three-tiered wedding cake in the window, and he knew it was his car. Not carrying that unsightly charcoal-burning crate. She picked up her coat-bag and walked out with it on her arm.The driver got out of the car and opened the door for him.Mr. Yi sat on the back side. "It's late, it's late!" He hunched over and murmured as an apology. She just glanced at him.After getting in the car, the driver went back to the front seat and told him "Fukaisen Road".That's the apartment they went to last time. "There's a diamond shop here first," she whispered to him, "I lost a small diamond in my earring, and I need to take it for repair. It's here, otherwise I just walked over, and I'm afraid you won't be able to find it when you come." Go to someone, just sit there and wait stupidly, waiting for a long time." He smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I'm really late today - I've already come out, and two more people came, and I can't see you." Then he leaned over to the driver and said, "Go back to where you were just now." a street. She pursed her lips and murmured, "It's so troublesome to meet, and I can't say a word when I live with you——I'm going back to Hong Kong, and I asked you to buy a better ferry ticket?" "Going back? Missing wheat?" "What wheat and barley, and mentioning this person—I'm so angry!" She said she was taking revenge on her husband for being a dancer. Once seated, he folded his arms, one elbow resting on the southern edge of her breasts, where they were at their fullest.This is his usual technique, on the surface he is sitting upright, but secretly he is ecstasy, feeling numb in bursts. She turned around and leaned on the car window to look out, so as not to drive past again.The car made a big turn and turned back at the next intersection.Another U-shaped turn, crossing the street from Yili Biscuit Store to Ping An Theater, the only clean two-wheel cinema in the city, with a brick facade of gray, red and dark yellow, with a warm feeling of knitted tweed, and the whole building is circular. The circle is concave inwards, forming a crescent that cuts across the corner of the road, and the front of the door is very spacious.On the opposite side is the Caesling Cafe just now, then the Siberia furry store, and Mrs. Green House fashion store, two of which are lined up with four large windows. Luxurious wooden models are posing in various poses behind the neon lights.A small shop next door was even more inconspicuous, the window was empty, and even though the signboard had the word "Jeweler" in English, it could not be seen that it was a jewelry store. He told the driver to stop, got out of the car and followed her in.She was half a head taller than him in high heels.Otherwise, he wouldn't wear such a high heel, and he obviously didn't mind.She found that tall men tend to like petite women, but short men like taller women, maybe it is a kind of compensatory psychology.Knowing that he was watching, she bowed her waist more lazily.The waist is slender, graceful as a dragon swimming through the glass door. An Indian clerk in a suit came forward to greet him.Although the shop is small, it is bright and bright, but it is as light as a snow cave and there is nothing left. There is only a short glass counter in the back, displaying some "birthstones"-according to the birthday month, if you are lucky to wear it , "semi-precious stones" such as yellow quartz, red sapphires are all made of gem powder. She took out a pear-shaped ruby ​​earring from her handbag, and lost a diamond in the leaves made of broken diamonds. "Yes," said the Indian, looking at it. She asked how much it was and when it would be, and Mr. Yi said, "Ask him if he has a better ring." He was staying in Japan and refused to speak English. She paused and said, "What are you doing?" He laughed and said, "Aren't we going to buy a ring as a souvenir? Just a diamond ring, okay? Something better." She paused again, and smiled helplessly at him. "Do you have a diamond ring?" she asked softly. The Indian raised his face and yelled upwards. He thought it was an Indian language, which startled them and led him upstairs. The siding that partitioned off the back of the shop was painted cream, and there was a door on the side, which led to a small dark staircase.The office is in an attic between the two floors, a shallow balcony overlooking the shop for easy supervision.As soon as you enter the door, there are two mirrors of different lengths hanging on the wall on the left. The mirrors are painted with colorful flowers and birds, and the inscription in gold letters: "Mr. Pengcheng Wanli Bada Opening Zhixi Chen Maokun Congratulations", they are all given by people.there is one more A large banner-style mirror with colorful phoenix and peonies painted on it.The roof of the attic is sloping, and there is nowhere to hang on the slab wall, leaning against the root of the wall. In front, along the ebony railing, was a desk with a telephone and a lamp burning on it. Next to it was a coffee table with a typewriter covered in an old oilcloth case.A squat Indian stood up from an armchair to greet him, and moved the chair for him; he had a large, dark face and a snub nose. "You guys want to see the diamond ring. Sit down, sit down." He walked towards the corner of the house slowly, leaning over to open an old small safe covered with green carpet. Does this look like a jewelry store?Mr. Yi didn't change his face, but Jiazhi was really embarrassed.I heard that some stores are just a front now, relying on hoarding or making black market money.Wu Xuan's store is always for the location, and it's close to Commander Kai.When she went up the stairs just now, she was thinking that when she went down, she really caught the fish in her urn—he was a gentleman, he walked in front of her on the stairs, and as soon as she stepped into the store, there was a counter next to her.Two customers in front of the counter happened to block the way.However, two men should not think too long about choosing cheap gemstone cufflinks and collar pins, and small gifts for girlfriends, unlike women's mushrooms.You have to keep the time right, you can't come in too early, and you can't wander outside—his driver is sitting in the car and will be suspicious.If you want to come in as soon as you come in, at most you can look at the window of the leather goods store, which is about two feet behind the car, separated by a door. She was sitting at the desk, and couldn't help but turn her head to look downstairs. She could only see the window, the glass shelves were all empty, the window was bright and clean, and there was no neon light tube installed. The lower edge of the body can be seen. It might be a little eye-catching for two men to go shopping together. Not only might it attract the attention of the driver, but he might even be suspicious if he sees it in the attic, so he can't stay down.A little stalemate is not right.Presumably they won't come in, they are still intercepting at the door.It will be even more difficult to accurately time, and you can't run over, the sound of running will immediately arouse the driver's attention. ——Take only one driver, who may double as a bodyguard. Maybe two people were distributed on both sides, one took Lai Xiujin to look at the window in front of Mrs. Green House's door next door.Girls fancy fashion that they can't afford, so they can stand for as long as they want.The boyfriend was impatient to wait, so he could turn his back to the window and look around. She had also vaguely thought about these things, and she knew that it was none of her business, so she didn't care.At this time, because I don't know what to do next, I can't help but feel that I am sitting on a powder keg in this small building, and I am about to be blown away, and my legs are a little weak. The clerk has gone down. Dong Guy is one black and one white, not like father and son.He has a white face with a green beard and thick eyelids, sleepy and half-closed. He is not tall, but very strong. He seems to be a dual-purpose shopkeeper and guard.The location of the counter is so far behind, and the window is empty, presumably because they are afraid of snatching during the day-there is an iron bar sliding door at night.Is there anything worthwhile?I'm afraid it's nothing more than gold, dollar bills and silver oceans. But I saw the shopkeeper take out a black velvet board about a foot long, one end was slightly smaller, and the slits on it were filled with diamond rings.She leaned over the table to watch, and Mr. Yi leaned in to watch beside her. Seeing that the two of them didn't respond, the shopkeeper didn't take one off to have a look, so he sent it back to the safe and said, "I still have this one." This one was packed in a small dark blue velvet box. Peas are big. Doesn't it mean that pink diamonds are also priceless?She was startled, and couldn't help feeling relieved. He couldn't see this shop, so he finally saved face for her, otherwise he would be brought to such a crappy place—he was not good at cheating, and Xiao Guangdong became a "big township" when he went to Shanghai.In fact, as soon as the gunshot rang out, everything in front of my eyes was shattered, so why not lose face?Knowing this, he didn't believe it in his heart, because he was resisting with all his energy, first of all, he didn't dare to think about it, for fear that his expression would be different, and he would spot it. She picked up the ring, and he just looked at her hand, and said with a soft smile, "Oh, this one seems to be better." The back of her head was a bit chilly, the windows on both sides of the downstairs, with glass doors embedded in the middle, were crystal clear, unfolding behind her, like a two-story French window, ready to explode at any time.On the one hand, the small shop was in a deep sleep, and only the sound of the city could be heard faintly—there were not many cars on the street during the war, and it was rare to sound the horn.The warm weight of the heavy air was like a quilt hitting the face.Half of her was in a deep sleep, in a dream, knowing that something would happen soon, and vaguely knowing that it was just a dream. She turned the ring over and over by the light of the desk lamp and looked at it carefully.On this dark balcony, the bright windows and glass doors behind are screens, and a black-and-white action movie is being shown. She can’t bear to watch a bloody scene, or a spy being tortured. It’s even more shocking. The front row of the balcony turned around and turned its back to the downstairs. "Six carats. Try it on," said the shopkeeper. His cozy little eagle's nest is worthy of nostalgia.The large mirror leaning against the wall reflected her feet as she stepped among the peonies.It is the market in the Arabian Nights, where rare treasures are accidentally discovered.She put the pink diamond ring on her hand and looked sideways. Compared with her rose-red nail polish, it was actually only slightly reddish, not too big, but extremely bald, shiny, like a star, red. There must be a sense of mystery.It's a pity that it's just a small prop on the stage, and it only takes such a short time, which makes people feel sad. "How about this one?" Mr. Yi asked again. "what do you say?" "I'm an amateur. Just as you like." "Six carats. I don't know if there's something wrong with it, I can't see it." They just talked and laughed to themselves.She came from a school in the Mainland. Although Guangzhou was the first to open a commercial port, it does not focus on English like Hong Kong's academies.When she has to speak English, she always speaks in a very low voice.Seeing that the Indian boss could not understand the language well, he forgave the business experience.A few words and a few words negotiated the price, and eleven big slips will be delivered tomorrow. If the portion is not enough, make up for it, and if it is too much, return it. Only in One Thousand and One Nights does this happen.Using gold is also something in the Arabian Nights. It was too fast and she was a little worried.They probably didn't expect it to come out so quickly.She knows from stage experience that the lines take up the most time. "Should he make an order?" she said.Presumably, tomorrow is always ready to send someone to send a note to pick up the goods. The shopkeeper is already opening the bill.The ring was also taken off and returned to him. Unable to feel the relief after the transaction, the two sat side by side and leaned back.For a moment, it seemed as if it was just the two of them together. She chuckled softly: "It's all notes now. You don't even need a deposit." "Fortunately not, I never bring money when I come out." When she messed with them, she also knew that the adjutant always paid the bill, and the privileged class never paid out of their own pockets.Of course I didn't bring an adjutant when I came out today, for the sake of confidentiality. There is this saying in English: "Power is an aphrodisiac." She doesn't know if it's true.She is the most completely passive. There is another proverb: "The way to a man's heart is through his stomach." It means that men are delicious, and when they meet women who can cook and entertain them, they are easy to be hooked.So someone said: "The way to a woman's heart is through the vagina." It is said that it was said by the famous scholar who was proficient in English in the early years of the Republic of China. She couldn't pronounce the name, but she knew his famous saying in defense of Chinese polygamy: " There is only one teapot and a few teacups, how can there be one teapot and one teacup?" As for what a woman's heart is, she doesn't believe that famous scholars can say such dirty words.She didn't believe that either.Unless it's a seductive woman who is old and obedient, or a romantic widow.Like herself, didn't she hate Liang Runsheng originally, only hate him even more? Of course that might be different.Liang Runsheng has always been a dislike to others, he has no self-confidence, and has always been ashamed of her when he sees her, so he is a little afraid of her. So, did she fall in love with Lao Yi a little bit?She didn't believe it, but she couldn't say no categorically, because she had never been in love before, and she didn't know how to count it as falling in love. Since she was fifteen or sixteen years old, she has been busy resisting attacks from all sides. It is not easy for such a girl to fall in love, and her resistance is too strong.有一阵子她以为她可能会喜欢邝裕民，结果后来恨他，恨他跟那些别人一样。 跟老易在一起那两次总是那么提心吊胆，要处处留神，哪还去问自己觉得怎样。回到他家里，又是风声鹤唳，一夕数惊。他们睡得晚，好容易回到自己房间里，就只够忙着吃颗安眠药，好好地睡一觉了。邝裕民给了她一小瓶，叫她最好不要吃，万一上午有什么事发生，需要脑子清醒点。但是不吃就睡不着，她是从来不闹失眠症的人。 只有现在，紧张得拉长到永恒的这一刹那间，这室内小阳台上一灯荧然，映衬着楼下门窗上一片白色的天光。有这印度人在旁边，只有更觉得是他们俩在灯下单独相对，又密切又拘束，还从来没有过。但是就连此刻她也再也不会想到她爱不爱他，而是—— 他不在看她，脸上的微笑有点悲哀。本来以为想不到中年以后还有这样的奇遇。当然也是权势的魔力。那倒还犹可，他的权力与他本人多少是分不开的。对女人，礼也是非送不可的，不过送早了就像是看不起她。明知是这么回事，不让他自我陶醉一下，不免怃然。 陪欢场女子买东西，他是老手了，只一旁随侍，总使人不注意他。此刻的微笑也丝毫不带讽刺性，不过有点悲哀。他的侧影迎着台灯，目光下视，睫毛像米色的蛾翅，歇落在瘦瘦的面颊上，在她看来是一种温柔怜惜的神气。 这个人是真爱我的，她突然想，心下轰然一声，若有所失。 too late. 店主把单据递给他，他往身上一揣。 “快走，”她低声说。 他脸上一呆，但是立刻明白了，跳起来夺门而出，门口虽然没人，需要一把抓住门框，因为一踏出去马上要抓住楼梯扶手，楼梯既窄又黑赳赳的。她听见他连蹭带跑，三脚两步下去，梯级上不规则的咕咚嘁嚓声。 too late.她知道太晚了。 店主怔住了。他也知道他们形迹可疑，只好坐着不动，只别过身去看楼下。漆布砖上哒哒哒一阵皮鞋声，他已经冲入视线内，一推门，炮弹似地直射出去。店员紧跟在后面出现，她正担心这保镖身坯的印度人会拉拉扯扯，问是怎么回事，耽搁几秒钟也会误事，但是大概看在那官方汽车份上，并没拦阻，只站在门口观望，剪影虎背熊腰堵住了门。只听见汽车吱的一声尖叫，仿佛直耸起来，砰！关上车门——还是枪击？——横冲直撞开走了。 放枪似乎不会只放一枪。 她定了定神。没听见枪声。 一松了口气，她浑身疲软像生了场大病一样，支撑着拿起大衣手提袋站起来，点点头笑道：“明天。”又低声喃喃说道：“他忘了有点事，赶时间，先走了。” 店主倒已经扣上独目显微镜，旋准了度数，看过这只戒指没掉包，方才微笑起身相送。 也不怪他疑心。刚才讲价钱的时候太爽快了也是一个原因。她匆匆下楼，那店员见她也下来了，顿了顿没说什么。她在门口却听见里面楼上楼下喊话。 门口刚巧没有三轮车。她向西摩路那头走去。执行的人与接应的一定都跑了，见他这样一个人仓皇跑出来上车逃走，当然知道事情败露了。她仍旧惴惴，万一有后门把风的不接头，还在这附近。其实撞见了又怎样？疑心她就不会走上前来质问她。就是疑心，也不会不问青红皂白就把她执行了。 她有点诧异天还没黑，仿佛在里面不知待了多少时候。人行道上熙来攘往，马路上一辆辆三轮驰过，就是没有空车。车如流水，与路上行人都跟她隔着层玻璃，就像橱窗里展览皮大衣与蝙蝠袖烂银衣裙的木美人一样可望而不可及，也跟他们一样闲适自如，只有她一个人心慌意乱关在外面。 小心不要背后来辆木炭汽车，一刹车开了车门，伸出手来把她拖上车去。 平安戏院前面的场地空荡荡的，不是散场时间，也没有三轮车聚集。她正踌躇间，脚步慢了下来，一回头却见对街冉冉来了一辆，老远的就看见把手上拴着一只纸扎红绿白三色小风车。车夫是个高个子年青人，在这当日简直是个白马骑士，见她挥手叫，踏快了大转弯过街，一加速，那小风车便团团飞转起来。 “愚园路，”她上了车说。 幸亏这次在上海跟他们这伙人见面次数少，没跟他们提起有个亲戚住在愚园路。可以去住几天，看看风色再说。 三轮车还没到静安寺，她听见吹哨子。 “封锁了。”车夫说。 一个穿短打的中年人一手牵着根长绳子过街，嘴里还衔着哨子。对街一个穿短打的握着绳子另一头，拉直来拦断了街。有人在没精打采的摇铃。马路阔，薄薄的洋铁皮似的铃声在半空中载沉载浮，不传过来，听上去很远。 三轮车夫不服气，直踏到封锁线上才停止了，焦躁地把小风车拧了一下，拧得它又转动起来，回过头来向她笑笑。 牌桌上现在有三个黑斗篷对坐。新来的一个廖太太鼻梁上有几点俏白麻子。 马太太笑道：“易先生回来了。” “看这王佳芝，拆滥污，还说请客，这时候还不回来！” 易太太说：“等她请客好了！——等到这时候没吃饭，肚子都要饿穿了！” 廖太太笑道：“易先生你太太手气好，说好了明天请客。” 马太太笑道：“易先生你太太不像你说话不算话，上次赢了不是答应请客，到现在还是空头支票，好意思的？想吃你一顿真不容易。” “易先生是该请请我们了，我们请你是请不到的。”另一个黑斗篷说。 他只是微笑。女佣倒了茶来，他在茶杯碟子里磕了磕烟灰，看了墙上的厚呢窗帘一眼。把整个墙都盖住了，可以躲多少刺客？他还有点心惊肉跳的。 明天记着叫他们把帘子拆了。不过他太太一定不肯，这么贵的东西，怎么肯白搁着不用？ 都是她不好——这次的事不都怪她交友不慎？想想实在不能不感到惊异，这美人局两年前在香港已经发动了，布置得这样周密，却被美人临时变计放走了他。她还是真爱他的，是他生平第一个红粉知己。想不到中年以后还有这番遇合。 不然他可以把她留在身边。“特务不分家”，不是有这句话？况且她不过是个学生。他们那伙人里只有一个重庆特务，给他逃走了，是此役唯一的缺憾。大概是在平安戏院看了一半戏出来，行刺失风后再回戏院，封锁的时候查起来有票根，混过了关。跟他一块等着下手的一个小子看见他掏香烟掏出票根来，仍旧收好。预先讲好了，接应的车子不要管他，想必总是一个人溜回电影院了。那些浑小子经不起讯问，吃了点苦头全都说了。 易先生站在他太太背后看牌，揿灭了香烟，抿了口茶，还太烫。早点睡——太累了一时松弛不下来，睡意毫无。今天真是累着了，一直坐在电话旁边等信，连晚饭都没好好地吃。 他一脱险马上一个电话打去，把那一带都封锁起来，一网打尽，不到晚上十点钟统统枪毙了。 她临终一定恨他。不过“无毒不丈夫”。不是这样的男子汉，她也不会爱他。 当然他也是不得已。日军宪兵队还在其次，周佛海自己也搞特工，视内政部为骈枝机关，正对他十分注目。一旦发现易公馆的上宾竟是刺客的眼线，成什么话，情报工作的首脑，这么糊涂还行？ 现在不怕周找碴子了。如果说他杀之灭口，他也理直气壮：不过是些学生，不像特务还可以留着慢慢地逼供，榨取情报。拖下去，外间知道的人多了，讲起来又是爱国的大学生暗杀汉奸，影响不好。 他对战局并不乐观。知道他将来怎样？得一知己，死而无憾。他觉得她的影子会永远依傍他，安慰他。虽然她恨他，她最后对他的感情强烈到是什么感情都不相干了，只是有感情。他们是原始的猎人与猎物的关系，虎与伥的关系，最终极的占有。她这才生是他的人，死是他的鬼。 “易先生请客请客！”三个黑斗篷越闹越凶，嚷成一片。 “那回明明答应的！” 易太太笑道：“马太太不也答应请客，几天没来就不提了。” 马太太笑道：“太太来救驾了！易先生，太太心疼你。” “易先生到底请是不请？” 马太太望着他一笑。“易先生是该请客了。”她知道他晓得她是指纳宠请酒。今天两人双双失踪，女的三更半夜还没回来。他回来了又有点精神恍惚的样子，脸上又憋不住的喜气洋洋，带三分春色。看来还是第一次上手。 他提醒自己，要记得告诉他太太说话小心点：她那个“麦太太”是家里有急事，赶回香港去了。都是她引狼入室，住进来不久他就有情报，认为可疑，派人跟踪，发现一个重庆间谍网，正在调查，又得到消息说宪兵队也风闻，因此不得不提前行动，不然不但被别人冒了功去，查出是走他太太的路子，也于他有碍。好好地吓唬吓唬她，免得以后听见马太太搬嘴，又要跟他闹。 “易先生请客请客！太太代表不算。” “太太归太太的，说好了明天请。” “晓得易先生是忙人，你说哪天有空吧，过了明天哪天都好。” “请客请各！请吃来喜饭店。” “来喜饭店就是吃个拼盆。” “嗳，德国菜有什么好吃的？就是个冷盆。还是湖南菜，换换口味。” “还是蜀腴——昨天马太太没去。” “我说还是九如，好久没去了。” “那天杨太太请客不是九如？” “那天没有廖太太，廖太太是湖南人，我们不会点菜。” “吃来吃去四川菜湖南菜，都辣死了！” “告诉他不吃辣的好了。” “不吃辣的怎么胡得出辣子？” 喧笑声中，他悄然走了出去。 （一九五○年）