one
Su Ai is red, which has long been known to Shanghainese who are numb and intoxicated by the bonfire smoke.
Sue is also the most suitable for red, which is unmatched by Shanghai women.
During the Republic of China, Shanghai was a self-admiring singer, with sleeves facing the wind and long skirts fluttering, singing in the gunfire of warlords. Businessmen don't know the hatred of national subjugation. Everyone knows that the singer in Shanghai is a fickle person, so fickle that he ignores the bodies everywhere. She is still standing in the rubble, decorating the mirror with her yellow forehead, painting a slender black spring robe, and smearing her thin red lips with oral fat that westerners don't pay customs duties, feeling sorry for herself.
The world sighs and hates Shanghai, while Shanghainese sighs and hates Sue. Just because she is indeed the most beautiful woman in Shanghai, it seems that all the lights in this bustling and unfamiliar port city are shining, and she is arrogant and cool thin.
The waning moon hung with cold and sharp dead branches, dripping with frosty tears, and even the autumn wind was moved by it, silently mourning for a long time. Nights in countries in distress are even more tense. When all is silent, the streets are mysterious. Civilians have already gone home, leaving only the ballroom opened by westerners, still dancing red and green.
In the dance floor of Paramount, the spherical dome is painted with golden paint, and the light and shadow dripping from mottled octagonal crystal lamps are decorated with gold, like a fog, sprinkled on women's jade.
I don't know who once said that Sue is such a beautiful woman.
There are always people who don't understand this, but those who have seen her once can understand it immediately.
The woman was wearing a pair of golden high heels on her delicate snowy feet, and she was wearing a red peony embroidered with big leaves and ankles. Her graceful figure was clearly seen by Xiule, and she showed off her appearance generously. Forks on both sides of her waist proudly reach her hips, revealing a pair of legs as white as a crane.
She is really beautiful, but she walked from one end of the hall to the other, but quietly took away the brilliance and eyebrows of the room. She really suits wearing red. Married, visible light is as red as inflammation, arrogant and aggressive. When she wears it, it is especially suitable. On the contrary, it is a little more glamorous than others, and it is as dazzling as a red rose with thorns. For an instant, all the women who are still in men's arms are soft.
Yes, Su Zhen deserved to die. Since she became popular, no woman in Shanghai dared to become popular again.
Everyone knows that the woman ignores all the people with a surprised face, and the peach blossom eyes are shining with stars, and she runs to the man in the corner with jumping steps. Oh, she really went to find the son, the handsome and elegant Shen Yangjun and Shen Mingzhe.
In a bright light, the man in a dark black suit just smiled slowly when he looked at her. He extended his hand gracefully like an English gentleman and invited the Shanghai beauty to dance. And that woman, as happy as a child, gave her slender waist as flexible as a rose branch to a man, and her delicate face was dyed, just like a girl who fell in love.
The western dance music that had just come to an abrupt end began to play again. That's Sue's favorite Spanish tango. The first step of Shen Mingzhe's stepping on black shoes is to draw a dance step that only she can cater to. The clever matchmaker is like a red butterfly flapping its wings in his palm, just for him.
Everyone says Sue is a woman outsourced by Shen Mingzhe.
two
Shen Mingzhe was born in a well-known wealthy family during the Republic of China. He was not a single man. Three years ago, he had married Zhao, the mayor of Shanghai.
Some people still remember the grand wedding four years ago, which shocked the whole country when even the three northeastern provinces were in danger.
But for Sue, this is not a good thing. Because of the grand wedding, it became a crushing sin in ignorance, crushing her innocent and proud backbone all the time.
"Sue is Shen Mingzhe outer room, who has a wife and children. She is a bad family and a mean woman. "
Gossip in the world is the least jealous and malicious. No matter how talented Su is, no matter how pure jade is, there will always be people gossiping behind her back and using it as a net to imprison an original pure and clear soul.
Sue, who was smoking a cigarette, just smiled, and the laughter rang like a broken silver bell. A series of straightforward and unscrupulous, she was appointed as the talk object.
"Outside the room? Which daughter has a house or a perfect figure? Which outsider has a cheap reputation for no reason but has never been recognized by that romantic person? "
Sue kissed the red lips on the ivory cigarette holder sandwiched between the fingers of bamboo shoots and took a deep breath of nicotine. The orange sparks of cigarettes suddenly jumped, and the scarlet chlamydia lining became more and more harsh.
"I'd rather be his outer room ..."
Miu's dazzling milk mist, like a tangled white silk thread, flows out from a woman's lips, curls straight up, and milk flows into a cloud-like pile, and then veils her face, making her lonely and self-deprecating eyes more and more blurred.
Even though the gossip was unbearable, Shen Mingzhe never admitted that he and that woman had a feeling intertwined like a thorn rose. He was so stingy that he confessed to her, just to cover up every concern that stung her with the word friendship. He is so cruel that it is not enough to lead her into the mire with deep affection and hold her heart tightly in his hand. He also wants her to sleep in a wishful dream every day, keeping a pale and ridiculous base name.
Sue loves Shen Mingzhe deeply. This deep love can offset all her strict respect and pride. She is really cheap, because she wants to be the "justified" outer room in his dream.
"love? What more love do I want? ! Women can have decades? He took away all my pride. Who do you want me to love? What do you love? "
Sue, who was drunk in Yushan, collapsed on a western leather sofa. When she was ironing, one end of the new western scroll was sprinkled on the thin needle's shoulder. The scarlet cheongsam is soaked in white wine, and the neckline is straight to the white and crisp mountain peak. The whole room was filled with smoke and rouge.
Sue is not good at drinking, and she is not as good as a famous social butterfly in Shanghai. Just two glasses of brandy made her dizzy. Sue is not suitable for drinking either. She was so weak that she even avoided drinking. After drunkenness, her stomach waves sometimes turn, and she vomits repeatedly, accompanied by convulsions that can almost kill people. Originally, she didn't drink, but after Shen Mingzhe began to linger in Xiangyuan every day, she added such a bad habit.
Just as the last sip of vodka was finished in a crystal cup at hand, Sue was as drunk as a fiddler. She impatiently kicked off the heel shoes hanging on her toes, and then the little girl next to her finger was loud and frivolous.
"Go, let him come! Just say that I have drunk too much and now I have a stomachache. "
As soon as the voice fell, the woman fell asleep with a deep sleep, her face was full of spring, her swollen eyelids covered her thrilling peach eyes, her lips with red rose petals murmured, and she was still intoxicated with the person in that dream.
It was not until the moonlight gently caressed the beautiful face full of tears through the carved white gauze curtain that someone came in, crossed his arms, hugged his slim waist and sent him to bed.
three
Sue is not a shameless woman. On the contrary, she is more strict and respectful than the average woman, even a little paranoid, paranoid and almost ashamed. Just because she was not really born a delicate red rose, she grew steadily under the care of spring, but was killed by a big storm eating snow and bleeding. She is also a rose, but Ming Rui is sharper and covered with dangerous spikes. She has always been proud of herself. Only in front of Shen Mingzhe, she was completely relieved and gentle.
When Shen Mingzhe met her for the first time, she was not the red rose that turned all women in Shanghai into absolute beauty, but a rotten red that was stepped into the mire, but she refused to die and stubbornly clung to her last breath.
It was in 1925, when the revolutionary wave of friendship and punishment of traitors in the Northern Expedition was still in full swing.
The apple wind in spring awakened Wan Yan, a group of fragrant people, just like the tide of revolution, which swept thousands of miles and was invincible. People who have been in the dark for a long time seem to have torn a gap from the danger of national extinction overnight. Since that breach, 40 million Chinese people have seen the spring scenery, and since then, the sun and the moon have competed for glory, making it shine, and the stormy Chinese nation is eager for rejuvenation.
Seventeen-year-old Shen Mingzhe returned from the sea. As soon as this young talent who graduated from a famous medical school in the British Empire landed, he attracted all the ladies in the upper class to bow down and flatter.
At that time, Sue was just an outcast forgotten by fate. Although she has a family and parents, she always lingers between heaven and earth like a cattail, tenacious and helpless.
On the night of the first meeting, the west wind blew cold and urgent, and the planetesimals rocked and landed on the awning, and were smashed into pieces by hentai, and the god who looked down on the world took root and sprouted, just putting two people who should have nothing to do with life in the same fate.
The nights in spring are long and cold. Shen Mingzhe quit the cocktail party, dumped his entourage and car, and leaned over in the dark night, hoping to find a quiet place by himself and unload the guilt of whitewashing peace.
At that time, it was already late at night, and the afterglow of Leng Yue was desolate and indifferent, leaving only broken honeysuckle flowers on the ground, bowing under his leather shoes. With the ghosting of Leng Yue and the thin west wind, Shen Mingzhe strolled in the quiet street, pedestrians became sparse, and the tram stopped at the station to sleep. However, his bone marrow is still slightly drunk, and his body is full of alcohol and powder, even the night wind in spring is ambiguous.
But I don't know how long it took. Walking through an alley, for the first time in his life, he saw the woman who was so tired that she pestered him-Sue, a girl who was only fourteen years old at that time.
A 14-year-old girl was bullied and beaten like a sick cat, but refused to bend down like a sandalwood bamboo pole. The abuser knew nothing about pity, but she didn't know how to fold, didn't shout or beg, tried to protect her innocent body like Joan Bi, and silently endured the atrocities of the bad guys. She was so helpless and helpless, and the fist falling from her head was like a storm that abused flowers and bones, which made her unable to stand the long night of darkness.
Then Su Manmei never thought that the fog would disperse and the clouds would open. It was the rain that made the sky clear, and it was the red rose that almost died of erosion in the fickle romantic month. Finally, she waited for a beam of spring sunshine overlooking her.
Being familiar with western swordsmanship and eastern boxing from an early age, dealing with a few despicable local ruffians is just a little effort for Shen Mingzhe. He helped the stubborn man up, smoothed her bloodstained eyes, smoothed her flooded and unfortunate folds, smoothed her frightened and melancholy youth, and smoothed her dying and hopeless scarred heart.
Sue and Shen Mingzhe are two completely different people. He was born in a glorious place, but she was born alone. She lost her mother when she was a child, leaving only a stepfather who often beat and scolded her. He had a safe and smooth journey, and she tasted all kinds of hardships and hardships early.
Maybe pity. He found that she was criticized by her family since she was a child, so he gave her a corner of the roof to make her peaceful. He found that she was sometimes humiliated by people who hated her because of her stubborn and aggressive temper, so he propped up a piece of heaven and earth for her, made her enchanting and charming, made her admire the leaves in her arms, and made her the most unique good woman between heaven and earth.
Later, this talented woman wrote: For me, he is the only sight in the world that I am willing to bend over and indulge in. It is the sky blue of kiln porcelain in late spring, which was decorated with drizzle for the first time. It is the brilliant spark generated by the falling of the Milky Way in the infinity of Ye Ping, and the breeze blowing the lotus.
Out of control and never looking back, Sue fell in love with the man who gave her infinite tenderness in her miserable first half of her life. The love of red roses will be earth-shattering forever, till death do us part.
spend freely
Sue lived up to Shen Mingzhe's expectations and grew into the most beautiful and talented woman in Shanghai under his wings.
The copper pot is engraved and leaked, and the drops accumulate into a pool of water. With a simple touch of love, it flows into the excellent travel years accompanied by two people.
Even in * * *, time is not short, Shen Mingzhe sometimes surprised by this woman's talent. Her writing is just like hers, and the pen and brush are inexhaustible sharp and profound, but between the lines, there is a graceful and graceful girl Chun Qing everywhere. She is a mixture of danger and gentleness, sharp and elegant. Shen Mingzhe, who boasts countless women, can't help but be attracted by this red rose with thorns, and by this woman who is proud of herself and faces him with the softness and generosity of her fingers.
When Sue turned 30, Shen Mingzhe gave her the first bunch of red roses.
The delicate burning red rose is as soft as a girl's skin, and a few drops of clear and bright water are hung on the calyx. It is a girl who can bathe in the water, and the tired air is humid and hazy, lingering.
Fifteen-year-old Sue held the parcel in her arms, full of love and tenderness. The snow is still childish, and the face and flowers complement each other, just like the girl with a straight neck in the western oil painting. Even Shen Mingzhe, a young talent who was already a minor celebrity in Shanghai at that time, was killed by her gorgeous beauty unabashedly.
Danger, like her, never let go of the young heart that made him miss his life.
So Sue changed a word for herself. In order to be filial, she took the name of her father who abandoned her in the wilderness, removed the word "pitiful" and called her Man Mei instead. Yaoyao's branches and vines are as magnificent as a fellow.
Shen Mingzhe said that she got up well, so she pulled out a smile as warm as spring, gently lowered her head, raised her big hand and stroked her soft hair top, and gently called her: "Xiao Mei."
In an instant, it seemed as if there was spring, Jin Xia flew in, and Sue was completely submerged in Shen Mingzhe's eyes. Almost at the same time, Sue's heart as delicate as a bud gave birth to an idea that she was trapped in a cage as fierce as gold. What she didn't expect was that in the future, that idea would turn into a thin blade like a broken jade. A little carelessness would pierce her last vitality and thought decisively and neatly.
The idea is: from now on, in heaven and on earth, she is a thousand good people in this world, and she will only marry this one.
five
What Sue didn't expect was that the world was still very stingy, and the jealous little-footed woman of the old dynasty never got what she wanted easily. Even though she is heartbroken and as hard as a stick, Shen Mingzhe always seems unwilling to give her an aboveboard love, so that sometimes even the occasional care and gentleness are more and more like Sui Zhizhen, haggling over every ounce.
Sue's love is warm and publicity. This love is just a fearless fire burning on a summer night. It burns recklessly, innocently and tragically, full of danger but extremely charming. Su sometimes makes Shen Mingzhe fall in love with her, but more often, she makes him rush to escape, leaving her alone to ignite a bunch of humble and arrogant love in her heart in the cold night.
Sue is really arrogant. She has been by his side for ten years. When all is silent, she caressed his tired and lonely face and kissed his delicate eyebrows under the peep of the morning sun. She witnessed his ups and downs every time, but she always bears a brand that is not only unacceptable. The world is full of gossip, but she firmly believes that she is the most qualified woman in the world to be with him.
Because Sue is so arrogant that she is almost paranoid, just like the red rose that disdains to shake branches and leaves to show off and invite people to appreciate. After being with her for ten years, she didn't fight for it. From beginning to end, she really believed in the proverbs about love in her heart. She firmly believes that any love invited by charm and sexiness cannot last forever.
So, when he was infatuated with seven-star Chen Gong and too many delicate ladies, when the skirts around him were like clouds and rouge rotted away, she would rather go to a pub opened by westerners alone, drink alone, curl up in the new English fabric sofa and quietly smoke slender cigarettes.
She stubbornly believes that those women who throw themselves at each other are too cheap and humble to be loved. She doesn't want to be so humble, and we just become the humblest one. She forgave him for all his unruly and debauchery with silence and obedience, but he would rather drift away from her.
The night before Shen Mingzhe married Miss Zhao, Sue drank almost all the spirits in the pub, and the brown bitter liquid poured in one after another, flowing out of scarlet lips, dripping down her throat, burning through her heart and lungs, liver and intestines and every inch of the lush years.
It was a summer night, but the night breeze was particularly cold. At midnight, the girl lifted a dark skirt and contained the bright moon in it. Sue with heavy makeup was drunk, and the neckline of scarlet cheongsam was torn to her left armpit. Spring yearns to explode like lightning and generate comes out. She lost her high-heeled shoes, mumbled something, groggy and stumbling, and walked up to Shen Mingzhe.
It was the first time in ten years that she was no longer proud of him, but it was too late.
She leaned into his arms and put a thin waist in his palm. She stood on snow-white barefoot, pear blossoms brought rain, and kissed him alone, with thick and astringent love. The kiss was hot and desperate, burning from Shen Mingzhe's knife-shaped eyebrows to his lips. The smell of alcohol in her mouth was mixed with powder fragrance, which was fragrant and tender, stirring his indifferent heart.
"What do you want, I will give it to you, isn't that what you want? Isn't that what you men want? ! "
He put his arm around her, but she began to tear her clothes. "Dignity and pride, I don't want, all don't, I just want you, as long as you ..."
She was so proud that she threw herself at him, trying to save her unsatisfied feelings with eroticism as an invitation. Shen Mingzhe's heartache is like acupuncture. He arbitrarily embedded her in his arms and almost hugged her. He is almost crazy to swallow her skin and body, greedy as a traitor who smokes opium. Sue leaned softly in his arms and suddenly burst into tears. She was so sad that she was like a red rose cracked by rain and frost and scattered all over the floor.
That night, Sue fell asleep in Shen Mingzhe's arms, sleeping soundly and helplessly. She doesn't remember what happened, except that she was in a coma on the red bedstead. The faint smell of tea and woody incense on him made her have a good dream all night.
The next day, the golden shadow pierced her beautiful eye profile, and when she woke up, she found herself wearing such neat clothes, and the man beside her was long gone.
So the delicate red rose burst into tears in the first shadow of the cool Qiu Lai dynasty.
Land (dry)
Western silk embroidery yarn shields the sunlight into misty gold powder, which leaks into the bedroom in clusters and is cooked into thin pieces of embroidery, which can also relieve the water marks on the corners of women's eyes.
Sue woke up from her sleep and mumbled that she sat up like a soft cigarette. Shen Mingzhe left as before, leaving her alone in this empty room, suffering, and the neglected abandoned child was generally drunk bit by bit.
She pulled out a sneer pale smile, I don't know whether she is mocking the runaway or herself. The cramp from her abdomen hasn't been relieved, but she has made a cigarette addiction, so she climbed out of bed with messy hair and rushed to the table to find cigarettes. But the cigarette case was gone, she smiled disdainfully, turned over and lay on the bed, pulled out a brand-new Hardgate from under the mattresses, took a bite between her bloody lips and lit it leisurely.
"Useless person."
Sue smoked slowly, and the smoke, like water emulsion, flowed out of scarlet lips, infiltrated like a mass of black things, and then disappeared. Years of drinking and smoking have exhausted her unhealthy body. She is no longer the stubborn girl that Shen Mingzhe saw on that spring night ten years ago. Years have left traces on her delicate face, becoming more and more charming and mature. She learned to drink and smoke, to pretend to be a snake in high society, and to dance the dissolute steps of westerners, leaving a skirt swaying like the setting sun and a soft body like water satin. She has learned a lot, but the only constant is her almost self-destructive love for Shen Mingzhe.
A cigarette burned out, and suddenly there was a knock at the door in the room. Sue was delayed for a while, then she pulled a Bai Mei shawl embroidered with red silk around her and went to open the door.
She opened the door and saw a lady in a pale pink tulle dress standing at the door, smiling at her. ...
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Shen Mingzhe didn't want to go to Sue's invitation.
He sat in the black soft chair in front of his desk, staring at the rose-scented paper on the desk and thinking for a long time.
That's her own font, which is fine gold that her daughter can't easily write. Tough and aloof, but also mixed with a little pride. At first glance, the paper is full of rustling and horses. The inscription of a "rose" burst into a rosy mist in his eyes and finally stayed on this man's beautiful face.
That almost humble, almost pleading sentence, carefully invited him to the meeting place to see the two of them for the last time. He breathed a sigh of relief, but he was not only disappointed, but also relieved. She finally saw through it and saw it clearly. She said that she would go to Hangzhou to listen to the poet Yu Di blowing in the moonlight breeze in the West Lake and to see the lingering night. She was finally willing to let him go, let herself go, and live a good life alone, but before she left, she had unfinished wishes, and she wanted him to take one last look.
Shen Mingzhe looked out of the window, and the moonlight was like fog, like yarn, like a knife. It's beautiful, as beautiful as the night when I first met her ten years ago. The faint rose mist wraps the moon as white as jade, just like two inseparable lovers.
Shen Mingzhe's eyes suddenly dropped, as if the beautiful woman with shame and beauty was wearing a scarlet ankle-length cheongsam, coming towards him step by step from the beautiful image under the moon.
He is often confused about his feelings. He hates her feelings, which are like a pair of cangue and a lock, and he can hardly breathe. Hateful, but he is so attached, like a spoiled child, no matter how stubborn, there is no need to worry that she will leave him. Love? Shen Mingzhe repeatedly asked himself. Care about her, care about her, want to see her from time to time, but never want to make up for her. If it is not love, what is it?
After thinking for a long time, Shen Mingzhe put on her hat and decided to attend her last reception.
Black cars made in Germany drove into the quiet streets of Shanghai at midnight and headed for the humble cafes opened by westerners on the corner. Sue likes the blue mountains there best. Shen Mingzhe often took him with him before he got married. At that time, she snuggled under his arms and walked through the eyes of the world with her snow chin. She was so proud that he laughed at her stupidity. At that time, she was just a child who could rejoice in his smiling eyes. She didn't know she was really stupid until she saw the man in a suit and tie holding the hand of the young lady with delicate eyebrows and taking a solemn oath in front of the priest.
seven
Shen Mingzhe found Sue in the corner where she once sat. He knows her too well and knows her like the back of his hand, as if her soul had been embedded in her body, which made her feel painful and at ease.
In the middle of the night, the coffee shop has stopped lighting, and it is all illuminated by candlelight reflected from the four walls. In a miserable and dim yellow, Sue is still wearing a scarlet silk cheongsam, and the dancing flame is just a bud sandwiched by two pieces of gold paper, which sets off the delicate and beautiful face like a rose petal. She still loves red so much that she crazily embroiders a big leaf peony picture on the bright red, but she can't stop the beauty oozing from her skin and bones. Shen Mingzhe kept silent and went straight up. Hardly had he sat down when he heard something amazing coming out of her mouth.
"Shen Mingzhe, marry me."
Sue stared at him, a pair of peach eyes staring straight at his heart. She was brave, and finally let her love surge and collapse like running water, leaving him with nothing to hide.
"Marry me, Shen Mingzhe."
Seeing his silence, she began to scold him bravely and boldly again. She is indeed the sharpest red rose, flaunting wild branches and vines, trapping him and struggling.
"I don't care about birthright and treatment, nor do I want you to impose any conditions. I can also live independently. I just want you to make me your woman, my wife, just like others say. What is the honor? People live to see for themselves. Brother Mingzhe, I know you love me, too. You are afraid of me leaving, you are worried about me, and you care about me, aren't you? "
Her face is red, even her eyes are red. It seems that she has never been the most beautiful woman in Shanghai or the most outstanding woman in the Republic of China. She is just a desperate girl he saved ten years ago, grabbing at his skirts and begging for his pity. She has always been proud like a red rose full of thorns, but soft as water in front of him.
Su Can Man Mei, a red rose, how brave and unique, and how to stand up firmly? However, it is always because Shen Mingzhe gently raises his hand or raises his eyes that the prototype can be exposed and easily defeated. The man in front of him just twitched in an instant, almost expressionless, and the joy in his eyes was like a flash in the pan, so she didn't see it. His thin lips are very light, and when he looks at her, his eyes are as cold as Dongjiang water that will be frozen in winter in Shanghai. Like all her courtship moments in the past, he only gave her words as light as white.
"I'm sorry."
If the silver vase was broken at first and Joan Bi was broken, it was just a moment, and this proud and beautiful red rose immediately burst into tears.
She looked at him for a long time, with deep sadness in her eyes. He wanted to escape, so he avoided those sad eyes that touched the heartstrings and wanted to look elsewhere.
"What if I die?"
Shen Mingzhe suddenly raised his head, as if he really didn't hear, and looked at her inexplicably, while the man opened his lips again with a disappointed and bright smile.
"If I die? Will you regret it? Will you regret not marrying me? "
His throat choked and he didn't say a word for a long time. Die? He knows that she drinks and smokes, but drinking only hurts her stomach, and it will inevitably hurt her health after a long time. Die? Will she die? Ironically, he never thought about it. In this troubled times, death is a common and helpless thing. He never thought that she would die.
"Shen Mingzhe, dance with me again."
Without waiting for his response, Sue stood up and handed him the jade hand. Shen Mingzhe looked at that beautiful face, but still didn't have the heart to block his arm to fend off, letting her report him out of the coffee shop and into the moonlight. She skillfully handed her thin waist to his hand, and then the two of them moved with their feet, stepping on the thin silver scraps on the ground and dancing like water with the wind.
Leng Yue's Yin Hui caressed her eyebrows, and her beautiful face was just the last willful red rose in the cold rain. Then the rain fell and there was red everywhere.
That kind of her is enough to be his eternal nightmare.
eight
Later, it was said that one night in the early winter of 1935, the most beautiful red rose in Shanghai during the Republic of China fell from a tall building and landed at the feet of the husband who raised her as the "outer room".
After the next dance, Shen Mingzhe sent her back to her other museum and told her to go to bed early before leaving, so as not to miss the early train. But the rose-like woman was so stubborn that she climbed to the top floor, then tiptoed a little, fell into Leng Yue's arms like dead leaves, and fell in front of Shen Mingzhe's eyes, leaving countless rose petals scattered all over the floor, making him cry and repent, and returning with tears of blood, which could no longer be picked up.
She was the red rose when she first met him. Desperate and aggressive, he is willing to die to test the depth of his love that he refused to admit all his life.
There is only one regret that she hasn't had time to tell him. That day, after he left her other house, his wife, Mrs. Zhao, came to his house. The lady said that Zhao's father had been angry with him for a long time and was covered with spy lines in the dark. If she hadn't died, they would have died together.
Despite the deep hatred, Sue couldn't bear to take this fickle man with her, but she didn't know whether it was selfish or selfless. She stubbornly left him to live alone in the world and flew to the sky as a rose messenger. On the other hand, he wants to compensate her for her constant feelings for ten years with his lifelong thoughts. For him, from the moment she fell, Shanghai seemed to lose its color overnight. The red rose that once haunted his heart but dared not profane it is still given away in a long heartbreak.
The ladies in Shanghai said that the damn lady finally died.
Died at the foot of Rose Mountain.