Old Stories from Shanghai: Half a Sesame Candy

In Shanghai in the 23rd year of the Republic of China, there was no romance, only calculation. On the first day when Shen Jiaolian dressed as a wedding bride, she burned the deed of prostitution. When she climbed out of the high wall of the Zhao family, she ran into a cold-faced capitalist wearing ripped underwear. Everyone said that Gu Yanqing was cruel and ruthless, and he was always willing to spend money and money. But he held half a piece of sesame candy and stopped her in the smoke-filled alley: "Miss Shen, with your unique skill, can you find another way to survive?" She laughed at him for being shabby, and he laughed at her for being cunning. One used space to steal space to create top-quality gauze, and the other spent all his wealth just to protect the city. Later, the wind blew up in Shanghai, and everyone thought they had died in the fire. Until many years later, late autumn on the Bund. The man in a high-end suit was working overtime at Starbucks when he had an emergency. He habitually stuffed half a piece of sesame candy into his mouth. He was suddenly interrupted by a familiar voice: "Boss Gu, how long do you plan to spend on the gauze money?" He turned back suddenly—— Outside the glass window, the girl wearing a red wedding dress and climbing over the wall, two generations apart, was shaking the candy in her hand at him. ——This old story in Shanghai is too long. Fortunately, at the end, we each still have half of the candy.