Lin Wenjing has lived in Shanghai for four years. After leaving Beijing, her stepmother took her and her younger brother back to her hometown in Fujian, buried Lin Zhimin's ashes in her ancestral tomb, sold her house and land, and then moved to Shanghai to settle down.

My stepmother, Aunt Mi, is from Nanshi, Shanghai. Her family is from an average family. She has an old mother and a idle brother at home. There are suddenly three mouths to eat at home. Grandma and uncle are naturally full of complaints. Fortunately, Aunt Mi has some savings to supplement the family income, and Wenlong is his grandson, so they are still at peace.

Since leaving Beijing, Lin Wenjing has never been to school. Fortunately, a preparatory diploma from Peking University is enough for girls. In recent years, she has worked as a clerk, kindergarten teacher, department store salesperson, female teacher, hard work and hard work to make money, just to bury her wish in her heart, that is, one day she will be able to return to Peking University.

Today, she had just finished work at Xianshi Department Store. Before she even had time to eat lunch, she hurried to Mr. Huang's house in Nanshi to work as a tutor. Mr. Huang was doing things in a foreign company. A fifteen-year-old son was in middle school at home. The child was extremely naughty and had poor academic performance. The family hired several tutors in a row and were angry and ran away. Lin Wenjing held on for this considerable income.

It was delayed for a long time when I waited for the tram today. When I arrived near the dock, I was stopped by the patrol officer. Lin Wenjing was anxious. She had no watch and didn't know if she was late. The convoy on the road was still moving. The convertible truck was filled with armed soldiers wearing green hats. I don't know which coach passed by, disturbing the people.

After finally passing the convoy, Lin Wenjing hurriedly. When she arrived at Mr. Huang's house, Mrs. Huang's face looked very bad and muttered a few words in Shanghai. Although Lin Wenjing had lived in Shanghai for many years, she still couldn't speak Shanghai dialect well. She apologized repeatedly in Mandarin with a slightly Fujian accent. Mrs. Huang's tone was slightly calmer and said, "Young Master is in the house, go in."

Lin Wenjing pushed the door and suddenly a basin of water poured from her head to the soles of her feet. A harsh laugh came from her ears. Master Huang slapped his hands and laughed: "I've been trapped, I've been trapped."

This basin of water was probably left over from washing vegetables. There was a fishy smell and a few leaves stuck to her head. Lin Wenjing was stunned by the sudden prank and couldn't speak. Yin Danshi Lin's skirt was also wet, dripping water down.

When Mrs. Huang saw her, she was not angry at all and said slowly: "This child is naughty again. Miss Lin will go to the bathroom to wipe it."

Lin Wenjing put down her schoolbag and went to the bathroom. Mrs. Huang's card friend urged her outside again, so she went there. Master Huang saw that there was no one around, gently opened Lin Wenjing's schoolbag, pulled out a few bills from the mezzanine, and stuffed them into his pocket.

The boy was in his youth rebellious period, and with Lin Wenjing's ability, he could not discipline him at all. However, today, Young Master Huang was very obedient, blinking with his cunning eyes, and he didn't make any tricks. He just stayed there for three hours, and Lin Wenjing didn't leave until the Huang family was having supper.

When he went out, he was about to meet Mr. Huang who came back from a foreign company with a briefcase. No matter at any time, Mr. Huang's leather shoes and hair were always extremely shiny. He politely invited the female tutor to stay for dinner, and Lin Wenjing naturally declined.

After leaving the Huang family, I passed through several alleys and was my own home. When I entered the house, I saw the cups and plates on the dining table in the main hall, and only some leftovers were left. Grandma squinted her eyes in front of the Bodhisattva and muttered something. My aunt was quarreling with Aunt Mi, and my uncle was holding a declaration and crossing her legs.

Lin Wenjing put down her schoolbag and cleaned up the dishes. Her aunt glanced at her and said, "After washing the dishes, I see Xiaonan, Alah is going to go out to play cards."

"I understand." Lin Wenjing agreed softly.

My uncle put down the newspaper and said to himself: "Today is the day to pay the salary in the department store first."

Aunt Mi also coughed dryly.

Lin Wenjing quickly picked up her schoolbag and searched it over and over again, but she didn't find that the salary she just paid today was a full fifteen yuan! A month's salary! She lost it.

Seeing Lin Wenjing's embarrassment, my aunt snorted coldly: "I still want to pay for free food, so how can I do such a good thing?"

Aunt Mi glanced at her and said, "Maybe I forgot where I am, look for it."

Lin Wenjing was anxious and sweating: "I remember it was placed in the schoolbag mezzanine, why can't I find it?"

"It is also worth saving some private money for girls every family. My aunt is a veteran and understands it very much." My aunt said lightly and stood up and left.

Aunt Mi looked ugly and went back to the house.

Lin Wenjing was very aggrieved and stood at a loss. Her uncle comforted her and said, "I can't remember it for a moment and I slowly wondered if there were so many three hands outside. Did someone take somewhere to take it off?"

"No, I'm very careful." Lin Wenjing said. These salaries were very important to her. She never left her side for a moment, except for the few minutes she washed her face at the Huang family.

But the Huang family is a decent person and will never take their own money.

My uncle yawned. I guess he was addicted to opium and put down the newspaper and went out to enjoy it.

Although there were still some leftovers, Lin Wenjing had no appetite at all. After washing the dishes, she went to serve her uncle's child. She kept her shit and pee for a long time and finally got the child asleep. Then she dragged her heavy steps back to the attic. This cramped space is her warm little nest.

There were a few books by the bed, which were the textbooks left by the preparatory course at Peking University. Whenever Lin Wenjing opened these textbooks, she felt particularly peaceful and peaceful.

Suddenly, my aunt's sharp scream came downstairs: "Xiaonan is crying again, come down and hug him."

The Eight Immortals Table was set up in the living room downstairs, and my uncle was playing mahjong with the guests. One of the people with a dragon on his arm was named Bai. Everyone called him Mr. Bai, who was Aunt Mi's lover, Bai Xiangren from Shanghai. Lin Wenjing was very afraid of him because his eyes always reminded of animals such as toads or snakes.

"Xiao Jing is getting more and more immersive, is it okay in the company?" Seeing Lin Wenjing go downstairs, Mr. Bai said with a smile, and his three-row eyes rolled around the girl without restraint.

Mr. Bai contacted the job of Shi Department Store. This department store is the best shopping mall in Shanghai. The salesperson has high requirements, speaks Mandarin and English, has a handsome face and a slim figure, which is simply a beauty pageant. Yilin Wenjing's own qualifications could have been selected, but Mr. Bai insisted on taking this credit to his own family.

"Fortunately, thank you Uncle Bai." Lin Wenjing coaxed the little nephew in the cradle and replied politely.

"Oh, that's good. If you have anything to do, I'll settle all the gossip." Mr. Bai shuffled the cards and yelled at the same time, "Guess who Alah had dinner with today? Boss Huang Jinrong and Huang!"

Everyone was amazed and flattered. Mr. Bai was holding a cigarette in his mouth and boasting about his ability to be able to dominate Lin Wenjing's face from time to time.

Lin Wenjing was busy all day long and was really tired. She slowly dozed off with the cradle. Suddenly, her arm hurt and woke up immediately. She saw her grandmother walking away from the side with a gloomy face, twisting Buddhist beads in one hand and holding awls for tailors in the other.

My grandmother pricked her arm and she was bleeding, but Lin Wenjing didn't dare to speak. Who told me to doze off?

My aunt shouted again: "I don't know if the teapot is empty, and I don't have any sign of water."

Lin Wenjing quickly went to pour water and make tea. When she was in the kitchen, she heard everyone in the living room talking about herself.

"Xiao Jing is not young this year, why haven't she gotten married yet?" This is Mr. Bai's speech.

"I'm in my early twenties, it's too early to get married, and there must be someone at home working." This is my uncle's voice.

Mr. Bai also said: "Brother Mi is such a bad word. If you marry well, you may get a lot of money. Ala knows a boss who is in an opium business and is about to marry a second wife..."

The voice became low, probably whispering. When Lin Wenjing came back with the kettle, everyone's expressions had become ambiguous.

"It's getting late, there's still something going on tomorrow, so I'll say goodbye." Mr. Bai stood up and said goodbye.

The uncle politely said, "Let's play two more laps."

"It's really a matter of fact. I asked Inspector Ye from the French Concession Police Station to have tea." Mr. Bai picked up his top hat.

"That's a serious matter, no carelessness." My uncle took the guest out. Before leaving, Mr. Bai glanced at Lin Wenjing meaningfully, which made her tremble involuntarily.

Finally after a day of work, Lin Wenjing returned to the attic. Although she was extremely tired, she couldn't fall asleep for a long time. She knew that her family was going to sell herself for a good price, without a father or a mother, and being alone in Shanghai alone, perhaps getting married was the best way out. At least the person who married her would not treat herself as a servant like the Mi family.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door. Who would be so late? Lin Wenjing asked softly: "Who?"

"Yes, sister." Outside the door is Wenlong, the half-brother of the same father. Among the whole family, Wenlong is the only one who is related to him. He is already ten years old and is studying at a junior high school in Nanshi.

Wenlong climbed into the attic and held a bun in his hand: "Sister, I'll give it to you."

Lin Wenjing's eyes turned red, but her younger brother still loved her: "Wenlong, you can eat it, sister has eaten it."

"Sister is lying, my stomach is gingering." Wenlong forced the bun to his sister.

Lin Wenjing was in a much better mood while eating buns, and asked, "How is Wenlong's recent grades?"

Wenlong said: "There have been wars outside recently, and it is not peaceful, and the school is on holiday."

"Oh..." Lin Wenjing went out early and came back late, and she didn't even know that her younger brother's school holidays were on vacation.

Wenlong said again: "Don't worry, sister, Ah La will definitely study hard and take the entrance exam for Peking University in the future."

"Why do you have to take the Peking University?" Lin Wenjing felt a vague pain in her heart. It was a scar that she could never heal.

"Because there are candied haws in Beijing." Wenlong said seriously.

The campus of Peking University suddenly appeared in front of Lin Wenjing, the candied haws in Shichahai, the crooked bicycles in the alley, the sun is shining, carefree, and the unforgettable first love.

Looking up at the low ceiling, tears flowed upwards into a river in her eyes.

...

In the first class cabin of the Shenjin line of China Merchants Shipping Company, Jiangdong Provincial Military Supervision Chen Zikun looked up at the ceiling and couldn't sleep. Five years ago, he and Xiao Shunzi took a ship from Tianjin to Shanghai, and were on a fifth-class cabin. Now they are in a luxurious first class cabin, with a change of time, as if it was just yesterday.

The entire ship had been taken away by Chen Zikun. The huge sea ship only carried thirty people. He did not stop at any port along the way, and rushed to Tianjin overnight. He arrived at Tianjin Port at noon on the third day, got off the boat and boarded a special train to go straight to Beijing.

In the afternoon, we arrived at the Zhengyangmen East Station in Beijing. The platform was already martial law. A team of road guards stood solemnly on both sides. When Chen Zikun got off the train, the drums and music sounded, and someone shouted: "Salute!" The soldiers immediately raised their rifles and saluted the gun.

The convoy's road police captain Zhao Jiayong was dressed in military uniform and trotted forward: "I am honored by Marshal Chen."

Chen Zikun smiled and said, "Brother, why are you doing this scene?"

Zhao Jiayong said: "You are the commander now. You must establish a decent attitude in everything, otherwise people will know that we don't understand the rules."

Chen Zikun laughed: "You are right, prepare your car and go home."

Zhao Jiayong said: "I'm afraid I can't go home first."

"Why?" Chen Zikun was puzzled.

A man came next to him, with a straight blue tweed uniform, a golden ribbon hanging on his shoulders, and a golden tassel hanging on his waist. He saluted: "I am a military officer at the Presidential Office. He was ordered by the President to ask Chief Chen to attend the banquet at Xinhua Palace."

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