A Dream in Fujing

Physical book pre-sale, please see Weibo for details The day Lan Zhu met Jiang Yucheng, she was brought to him by her father. Her father humbly made fun of him and called him Second Master Jiang. Jiang Yucheng flipped through the opera notes at random without raising his head, "Can you sing "White Snake"?" Lan Zhu raised her voice, her voice green and trembling. Second Master Jiang helped the Lan family tide over the difficulties. His father left, leaving Lan Zhu behind, living in the attic of the quadrangle of the Jiang family in the rich circle of Huaijing. From the bamboo window of the high-rise building, Lan Zhu saw Jiang Yucheng bringing back famous actors and actresses, singing and drinking. Everyone knows that the second master of the Jiang family in Huaijing loves to listen to those melodious Hua Dan tunes in the Liyuan. Unexpectedly, one day, the second master of the Jiang family brought a young girl with him, who was not as playful and lively as the actress he liked in the past. Lan Zhu is indifferent and taciturn, but her eyebrows are like autumn water. As soon as he takes the stage, his sleeves are graceful and his singing is sad but not sad. Jiang Yucheng was sitting behind the bead curtain. He didn't notice that the cigarette ashes burned his hands. He suddenly remembered that someone had said, "Tsing Yi is a dream, every man's dream." He held the orchid candle for three years. On the day Lan Zhu left the attic of Jiang's courtyard, she put all her possessions and money into an agarwood box specially built for her by Jiang Yucheng, who knew what she liked. She has suffered too much from him in this life. She has already paid off the debt owed by her father, and they will pay it off and never see each other again. Jiang Yucheng narrowed his eyes and took a look at what she left behind, "He is very strong-minded, but he is too young. Not everyone can join this circle." He ran away with her and would come back obediently when she broke through her wings. Unexpectedly, Lan Zhu kept her word and completely wiped out her relationship with him. Jiang Yucheng was troubled every night, looking for the turning cloud hand and the gentle trembling of the water sleeve. He accidentally bought a ticket for the famous Huai Jing Lan Tsing Yi. Unexpectedly, Lan Zhu ignored the thousands of spectators and did not play in the end. Jiang Yucheng held back his temper and walked to the dressing room backstage. He saw someone he hadn't seen for a long time. Almost gritted his teeth and asked: "Lan Zhu, why don't you play?" Lan Zhu traced her slender eyebrows in the mirror and said indifferently: "I said, we will never see each other again." "Second Master Jiang, this white snake really can't sing for you anymore." 1. Non-Republican Chinese. He 2. The male protagonist is a prodigal son. 3. The part about Qingyi is a dream comes from the Internet Pre-collection of "Southern Wind and Fog", please collect it~~ Chen Porridge has an ulterior secret: The next time at dusk, I held my breath and looked left and right at the same car that came around to the back door. Standing on the school playground, I could see the specific penthouse suite lit up opposite. Falling in love with Shen Fangyi was the most unconventional thing Chen Zhou had done in his past nineteen years. She put on his white shirt and imitated him, putting half a cigarette into her mouth. He held his hand that was hanging on the edge of his suit jacket, took the cigarette out of her mouth, put it into his mouth, and smiled brightly, "You can't learn anything bad at a young age, just learn something bad." She extinguished the fireworks with him, her lips indifferent, lying on the floor-to-ceiling window of the high-rise building and watching the couples getting married opposite the school. The boy was carrying the girl, who was shocked by the rain of cherry blossoms that fell to the ground. She asked innocently, "Shen Fangyi, do you have a bicycle?" He was silent in the night, raised his head, and his throat rolled, still charming and dangerous: "There are quite a lot of cars in my garage, you can choose whatever you want, as for the bicycle—— He smiled softly, but his tone was gentle and doting, as if coaxing a simple girl, "I really don't. " Chen Porridge laughed along with him. Later, when she reached the age of twenty-one, the lights in the towering penthouse suite stayed on every night, but she never stepped into it again. He Purpose: Equality and respect