In the 1920s, this period was still under the rule of the Beiyang warlords.
The plane trees in the French Concession cast off the mottled shadows of the western-style buildings, the jingling bells of the trams passed over the Bund, and the whistling whistles on the Huangpu River were like a long sigh of this era.
Li Shuhua was only twelve years old when he first met Peng Tianming. She was curled up by the window sill on the second floor of the mansion, holding a copy of "New Youth". Her eyelashes cast tiny shadows in the late spring sunshine, while the sound of the piano downstairs suddenly stopped - a young man wearing a black stand-up collar student uniform was leaning against the piano, holding an unlit cigarette between his fingers.
He said that he was "a stardust lost in the Milky Way", and she looked up and thought, it turns out that when stars fall to the world, they will bring such a refreshing cedar scent.
At that time, she didn't understand what "mistaking life" meant. She only remembered that her heartbeat was frighteningly fast, like the champagne she secretly tasted when she was a child, with fine bubbles running up to the tips of her ears. But the encounter in troubled times was never explained - she didn't know that five years later she would be running away in the cold night of Guangzhou wearing a cheongsam, and the sound of the car running over the broken snow behind her was Zhou Yichen's usual calmness.
Zhou Yichen, the pure love god of war, never talks about lies. He said that he wanted to protect her, even if he had to pave the way with real money, he would have to go through the rain of bullets. When she was standing on the ferry to Shanghai, Zhou Yichen was standing behind her... "Shu Hua, you want a star? You have to wait until I go to HSBC to get a diamond to make up for it."
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