At night, the weather was not good. The clouds were green and thick, and it seemed like it was going to rain.
Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting got off the car at the end of a street in the French Concession.
Behind a row of sycamore trees, there are houses with red bricks and ink tiles, forming a unique scenery.
This house is expensive, the land is expensive, and the place you live in is either rich or expensive.
At the end of the street, there is a single courtyard, with a tall and heavy iron gate wrapped with branches, giving it a majestic and majestic look. There are strong entourages with guns guarding the front and rear of the courtyard.
Anyone passing by would guess who lives here.
"Newly moved in, right?"
"I just moved here the day before yesterday. No one had lived there before, and the yard was messy with weeds."
I knocked on the door, but the big iron door didn't open; there was a small door on the door, big enough for one person to pass through, and a gap was opened.
Seeing Xi Lanting, the entourage immediately stood up straight and was about to open the door, but Xi Lanting stopped him.
He bent down and hunched his shoulders, squeezing in through the small door.
Yun Qiao was one size smaller than him, so she only had to lower her head slightly to pass.
The grass in the courtyard had just been cut down, and everything looked desolate; the moss on the bluestone paths was thick and slippery, so you had to walk slowly step by step.
The attendant did not turn on the lights in the courtyard, but walked quickly to the corridor and turned on the lights in the corridor.
When Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting set foot on Danqi, she felt a little nervous for no reason.
Xi Lanting held her hand.
His palms were cold, even colder on a mid-autumn night. Yun Qiao was shocked, came to his senses, suppressed all the emotions in his heart, and walked into the house calmly.
There was an old servant in the house, who was cleaning it. Only one wall lamp was turned on, and the whole house was dimly lit, giving it a different kind of warmth.
But the musty smell is very strong.
Xi Lanting has owned this house for a long time, but has never lived in it or cleaned it.
But the environment here is good, the security is good, and it is also close to the patrol house in the French Concession.
It is difficult for Japanese people to sneak into the French Concession. Even if they do come in, they would not dare to do whatever they want in the French Concession.
"Master Qi, please wait a moment." The old maid smiled at them and nodded, "I'll call someone."
Yun Qiao and Xi Lanting sat down on the sofa, and she looked towards the stairs.
After a while, a woman's figure appeared at the top of the stairs.
She was wearing a purple cheongsam. She was extremely thin, and her skin was almost transparent. It looked like she had not seen the sun all year round. On her face, there were scattered scars and some of the flesh was spread out, making her face a bit scary.
When she saw Yun Qiao, she was stunned and raised her hand to cover her face.
But it was in vain, so she gave up.
She walked down the stairs and stood there hesitating. There were too many emotions and she was speechless. She couldn't even be said to be excited, and her whole person had a hollow indifference.
Yun Qiao stood up.
She hesitated for a moment and finally called out: "Mom."
After hearing this, the woman was not too moved, but was a little at a loss: "Yun Qiao?"
"it's me."
"You...you look a bit like me when I was young," she said.
Yun Qiao hummed and said, "Come and sit."
Du Xiaoqin then walked towards her in a panic.
Her mood was always wrong, and she always felt a variety of complicated emotions that made her at a loss. The panic she showed was just the tip of the iceberg of her emotions.
"Xiao Qi sent someone to find me." After she sat down, she should have held Yun Qiao's hand and asked her, but this was the first thing she said.
Yun Qiao saw that she was too nervous, but he calmed down a lot: "Yes."
"I also told Xiaoqi's people about my experiences over the years on the way, do you still want to hear it?" Du Xiaoqin asked her again.
Yun Qiao: "Tell me."
Du Xiaoqin's face was just a little bumpy in the dim light, but it wasn't particularly scary.
She told Yun Qiao what happened to her, as numbly as if she was telling someone else's story.