I can't, can't live a chaotic life anymore, even if I am an orphan.
I finally got the opportunity I wanted, relying on despicability rather than the passion and sincerity of idiots.
I really want to cry to God and yell like a dog-legger: You finally woke up! I wish you a long life!!!
Yes, my brain was not crushed by the door. God gave me beauty but not wealth. Why should I resist? Why should I reject Song Da's kindness?
A few hours later, another life.
The clock ticked, 7:50 pm, I untied my hair, and the seaweed-like black hair poured down like a waterfall. I pushed my hair back hard and pulled it into a neat little bun, like a little nun.
Put on the mask.
At 8:00 pm, the party will officially begin, and I feel like every second that passes, I am one step closer to the end of my long-planned conspiracy.
At 8:05 pm, I got up, left the room, walked along the corridor, through the garden, and under the guidance of the polite servant, I shyly and gracefully walked to the corner of the hall.
The hall is extremely luxurious, with glittering gold, gilded pillars supporting the ceiling, and high windows hung with gold-rimmed red swan satin velvet curtains; hundreds of candles are lit on the chandeliers, emitting brilliant light. White silk sofas and white backrests
The chairs are neatly arranged along the wall, with tall long-stemmed roses in the middle, some white, gold, and red. A gold branch-shaped candlestick is placed in the center of each table. A phonograph is playing "Dream"
, the melodious female voice flowed into the hall.
The first and second floors of the hall were crowded with guests. There were endless voices, laughter, and silly laughter.
Both men and women choose mesh masks similar to copper and iron, with only vixen-like eyes exposed, like the "masquerade" mentioned in the book.
A man was wearing a "bloody" prison uniform, with shackles at his feet and handcuffs, "walking with difficulty" and another "Yam Luo" uniform tied with linen, and he did not forget to pull the man who was "life and death" against the high ground.
On the column, there is light laughter, wind and drinking.
A man wearing a fluffy bird feather hat and a pair of big bird wings on his back, who is called "Lei Zhenzi", and the other woman wearing a crown and a Western tutu skirt were whispering, causing the woman to burst into giggles.
A "colorful phoenix" looked coy and ugly, hanging on the arm of "black Bao Gong" and giggling.
Girls in princess dresses were all dressed up, going up and down the second staircase, putting their arms around each other's waists, leaning on the exquisite railings, wearing new cheongsams with exposed arms, big slits, and tight-fitting clothes.
, can be seen from everywhere, smiling and greeting the "masked men" in the hall below, there are several women who can't wait to make every man in front of them fall in love with them.
The footmen are all in dark blue uniforms and wear black eye cloths, so they are easy to distinguish. They hold silver trays in their hands and shuttle through the hall. They bend down and smile at the guests while giving them tall wine glasses.
On the far left side of the hall is the back of a breathtakingly beautiful beauty. The beauty is sitting on the piano, with her back facing me. Aluo has a colorful figure, a graceful figure, and skin as white as jade, faintly exuding an elf-like aura.
Pure. Her slender hands moved smoothly as she played the songs that I couldn't understand, but they sounded so good. She whispered softly.
But her back looks extremely familiar to me. It looks a lot like Bai Wei. It can't be her. How can she be so "vivid" here even though she is terminally ill?
In the darkness, a "clown" wears a mask and leans lazily against a stone pillar. He wears a slim-fitting white suit with broad shoulders. He is tall and burly. His shirt must be buttoned or not, showing his well-developed muscles; he looks like a statue of a king.
, supporting his waist with one hand, his side face showed cold and noble authority, his body stood casually and arrogantly, I thought to myself: Mensao; his appearance gave the police the wrong impression, because he exuded a dark temperament.
It's confusing and I can't tell whether this person is a good person, but I'm sure he is a pirate, a heart-stealing pirate.
I secretly gossiped, it must be the beautiful woman who loves the ugly clown, the gangster, I vomit!
They all drank and played in an uninhibited atmosphere. The wine was as much as they wanted, the dining room was wide open, and the table was filled with delicacies. They were thinking of a long and romantic journey, and the fragrance of roses and the light of candles added brilliance to everything.
I am using my limited knowledge to analyze this scene: Rich people are just like us poor people, and they are just playing "playing house". We usually pretend to be dragons, shrimps, snakes, and we are no worse than them.
When the waiter came towards me, there was a glistening bottle of wine on the wine tray. I naturally took one off, brought it close to my lips, and sighed: In the darkness, there was an undercurrent, and everything was so shameless and boring.
I was confused and felt a sharp gaze flash over me. I looked for that sharp gaze, as if it was an inadvertent glance from a man in a clown mask. When my eyes met his, he smiled slightly, his eyes bright and wild, and he seemed familiar to me.
He looked at me with an unfamiliar and arrogant look, with a kind of ill-intention like a tomcat, and looked up and down; there was a hint of cynicism at the corner of his mouth, and he was holding a cigar nonchalantly. What a fucking mask,
I was so frightened that I almost lost my soul, and I was so angry that I cursed: "What the hell! His eyes looked like he had stripped me naked."
While I was wandering in my mind, a deep male voice came from the hall.
"Sir and ladies, the next song is "Alice" dedicated to our Miss Amy, let us all dance happily together."
The lights in the entire venue suddenly dimmed, leaving only dots of colorful ball lights spinning, which looked very much like the fireflies I often catch in the summer. The hazy light made it difficult to see a person's true face.
I took the waiter and handed me a glass of wine. As the alcohol flowed down my throat, it was like a ball of fire burning all the way down. The aggressive feeling made me cough violently, and the burning pain made my face wrinkle into a ball.
"What you are drinking is red wine, high alcohol. The lady should not drink this. The lady wants to drink apple juice." The unknown man next to him handed over a glass of juice in a gentlemanly manner.
My strange attire still surprises the men around me.
"Miss, your dress is very unique. I thought that the ladies here would not be willing to make fun of themselves. Can I ask you to dance later?" "The White Knight" asked.
At this time, the host on the rostrum spoke: "Ladies and gentlemen, we sincerely thank you all for coming! Now I would like to invite the host, Commander Song of the Songlu Army, to give a speech!"
Everyone claps together.
Song Lu, the protagonist of the banquet, did not wear makeup. He stood proudly next to Song Da and hugged their shoulders. "Thank you for your honor and come to the party held for Quan Zi. Song's original intention was to congratulate Xiao Da for passing the National Government with full marks."
Senior Superintendent! As a father, I can proudly say that this is not at all based on any official connections of Mr. Song! But he just told me that he would rather find an instructor position in the army and fight for the party and the country on the bloody battlefield. So today’s
The costume party is not for the promotion of the dog, but for Song to give birth to a son who cares about the party and the country and also benefits the common people! I have finished saying this, please dance to your heart's content!"
Everyone roared, and the host stepped onto the stage again, opened his arms to tell everyone to be quiet, and began to say, "Ladies and gentlemen, the most important dance today will be an invitation from our host who has returned from studying abroad.
The lady you invite will be the goddess of luck tonight, and she can fulfill any wish you have. Of course, you can’t do it with your body.”
The fans stopped midway, and there was an excited buzz in the venue. The young girls clapped their hands and jumped excitedly. The girls each hid their faces in each other's necks and giggled; the men cheered.
The host waved his hand again, and the whole place became quiet again.
"Of course, ladies and gentlemen, would you like to take off your masks first and show off your beautiful faces?"
I took off my mask, and I looked as gorgeous as a solitary vixen, with wavy curly hair flowing down. With the dagger on my waist in my night clothes, I looked a bit like Mulan. I looked at the man's amazed expression indifferently,
Of course, it is limited to my beauty; the jealous look of the ladies is, of course, limited to my beauty.
Song Da wanted to squeeze through the crowd, but his mother stopped him. His first dance would be introduced by his mother to her girl.
At first, I was a little lonely on the dance floor. My face turned red and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the men and women hugging each other, their faces so close to each other. Even though my grandma had taught me how to dance when I was in the orphanage, the word "dirty" still came to my mind.
Almost wanted to snatch it and run away.
Soon there were some whispers around me, guessing who I was without a companion. A handsome man with red sleeves decorated with gold braids lifted up and asked me to put them on. He asked me with a look of admiration: "Can I treat you?
Dance?”
The more admiring men gathered around me, the more hatred I attracted from the young lady. I was shot for no reason even while I was lying down. So far, I am considered a mysterious "name patient" whose name I have never seen.
A man in a black suit got my "favor". He sat firmly on my right and refused to move despite the concerted efforts of two men to push him. The man on my left had an elegant posture and was holding a fan as hard as he could.
He blew and fanned me while pulling on my skirt to attract attention. His eyes were smoldering as he stared straight at the man on the right. The other man was running around, running back and forth from the dining table, constantly getting some delicious food for me.
I ate them as if they were servants just for dispatch.
I lowered my eyes, sipped a thin slice of bread carefully, and acted politely without appetite. I laughed, joked, and joked around the admirers. When the man complimented me, I raised my head and made my earrings dangle.
Thick black eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, as if the clever words they said were so humorous that they coaxed me into bursts of laughter like silver bells. As expected, none of them could escape my clever plan.