Hong Kong City Rose 1955

The down-and-out true daughter*the illegitimate son of the shipping king At the wedding banquet, the ladies were wrapped in the latest taffeta from Paris, and their high heels stepped on the Persian carpets sent by the British consul. The jasmine balm behind Guan Sui Ning's ears was mixed with the fishy smell of Sham Shui Po. When she counted to the seventh Roman column, she saw Fu Jiu Ming walking alone to the back garden. The dark green velvet suit swept across the jacaranda, dragging the moonlight like a lone wolf. Finally seizing the opportunity, she put down the goblet and followed immediately—— Under the wisteria trellis, Huang's shipping daughter "accidentally" spilled the champagne, and the rose-red skirt rushed toward Fu Jiu-ming like a wave of blood. Guan Suining recognized that this trick originated from Paramount's "Drunken Beauty" routine - when her family was still in decline three years ago, she had seen a more sophisticated version on Xiafei Road. "Ninth Young Master, be careful!" She stepped forward, and the cheap beads in her hair brushed against the man's Adam's apple. With her left hand, she picked up the hem of her skirt to catch the pouring wine, and with her right hand, she pulled off Miss Huang's lace shawl: "It's a cold day, so it's time for my sister to add some clothes." The Suzhou accent was wrapped in Hong Kong slang, and the undercurrent melted into the night fog of Victoria Harbor. A cold light flashed from the corner of Fu Jiuming's eyes. He could clearly see the hem of the woman's cheongsam that had been shortened - the indanthrine cloth that should have been ankle-length was cut to the calf, but the slit was patched up with half of "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" with Su embroidery. "Miss, what's your surname?" He deliberately asked in English. "My surname is Guan, Guan Guan Jujiu's Guan, and I teach Mandarin." She gently held his hand and wrote the word "Sui Ning" on his palm. When her fingertips ran across the palm print, Fu Jiuming touched the calluses on her tiger's mouth - the marks left by years of hard work. Suddenly there was a sound of glass breaking in the banquet hall. Guan Suining took the opportunity to put the champagne-soaked shawl back into Miss Huang's hands: "Wine stains must be washed with brandy." When he turned around, he revealed a burn scar on the back of his neck, which resembled the anchor chain totem commonly used by Lamma Island smugglers. Fu Jiuming suddenly clasped her wrist and spoke in an Oxford accent with the light of a sword from the Kowloon Walled City: "Teacher Guan, at eight o'clock tomorrow, I'll wait for you to teach 'Guan Guan Jiu'." Guan Suining's pupils tightened and he thought: It's done! In the golden age when roses and guns danced together, lies were used as a boat to smuggle the truth in the sea of desire. Intention: I have no control over my destiny