In the eyes of outsiders, we looked at each other in an extremely ambiguous manner. In fact, it was not the case. The anger in my eyes was enough to melt this guy. He casually grabbed my shoes and pretended to smell them, causing ups and downs in the whole place.
The style of the dance music that followed immediately changed. I was gloomy and violent, grabbing my shoes from left to right. He deliberately dodged my pursuit by half-welcoming and half-rejecting, interpreting the "standard version of the bullfight". I was the "cow" and he was the "cow".
"Bullfighting", the eye contact is all "swish, swish, swish", the silent is better than the sound, murderous.
It's just that the "cow" was too crazy, so I had to use my trump card to subdue the "sick cow". So, I followed the rhythm of the music, smiled like a flower, elegantly pulled out the small dagger from between my long black boots, rotated a few times, and transformed into the "warmth"
Killer."
For this "upgraded" version of the music style, the audience let out exciting shouts of "wow, wah, wah". I really doubted whether they were perverts and had a masochistic complex.
It ended with a "bang".
This guy didn't know how fast and powerful he was, but he turned the knife that was still in my hand tightly into his pocket, and joked: "Peony will die under his body, and he will be charming even if he is a ghost."
The music just ended at this time and stopped.
The stadium once again burst into enthusiastic applause.
The host came out of nowhere, observed the conversation, and then said to me with a bright smile: "Miss, you are the goddess of luck. What requests can you make?"
"Save him." I looked at Mian Tang with bright eyes.
"Who??" The host looked suspicious that he had heard wrongly. He was dumbfounded and even dug his ears out in cooperation.
Everyone present also looked stunned, Song Da still smiled politely, and Na Miantang calmly twitched the corner of his mouth.
"The power of the Na family is so great that it extends as high as the Heavenly Court and as low as the Dragon Temple. As long as you agree to my one condition, you can be here to be a witness. Nothing else."
Song Guo hugged my shoulders in a disapproving manner, lowering his head with a doting look on his face. Mian Tang stared at Song Da's hand holding my shoulders with an unclear smile.
Song Da, the home player, was called to the other side by a friend again.
Uncle Guai appeared out of nowhere, followed by Song Lu and his wife. It was obvious that someone was backing him up. He recognized me at a glance and revealed my identity, "Instructor Song, where did she come from? She is a porter at the dock and a casino worker."
Dealer, little red guy, don’t confuse us!”
Song Da's mother was gorgeously dressed, fashionable, graceful and noble, but she immediately put on an expression of disgust. The crowd was in an uproar, and someone began to whisper: "Who can match the social skills of a woman like her?"
I turned a deaf ear to the rumors, but I was also in a dilemma.
Na Miantang said cynically: "She is from our Hongmen. Now there are more than ten thousand Hongmen disciples, hundreds of industries, everything. You say that we people are like mercury pouring down the ground, and we are inferior to everyone. Indeed, the one who is above is the most noble.
, down to the dung workers and cart drivers, whoever dares to humiliate our Hongmen, Hongmen does not rely on quality."
Uncle Guai was obedient and hid behind Mother Song.
At this time, Mother Song even disliked me, as if I was standing between his son and that beautiful, watery, poplar, and fireworks woman.
Na Miantang came forward unexpectedly and handed me his hand without hesitation. I happily agreed, which once again aroused the jealousy of the women present. I wanted to make my posture more elegant and proud, barefoot, in front of a group of confused people.
I walked out quickly along the bright floor tiles and left this splendid hall. Of course, it was Mian Tang who held me in his arms and left me in twos without any hindrance.
As soon as I stepped out of the door, I was shivered by the raging north wind, but before I could feel the cold, I fell into a warm embrace.
Miantang untied his woolen cloak and carefully protected me in his arms. I wore an old coat, and Miantang's black fox cloak outside. The plush on the collar was warm and soft, covering my face.
The small face is made even smaller.
"Is it cold?" He put his big hands around my waist and asked me the way while leading me.
I shook my head. This man protected me airtight, and the constant heat from his chest made me feel warm all over. Even though the wind and snow were blowing, I didn't feel cold at all.
.
Surrounded by the snowy scenery, there were snowflakes on my eyelashes, like snow lotus flowers, blocking my sight. Before I could reach out, Song Da gently wiped the snowflakes off my eyelashes for me. I was startled.
I couldn't help but look at him, and Na Miantang happened to be looking at me. Their eyes met. Song Da smiled slightly, with a heroic look on his brows.
The man majestically tied up my cloak for me, then walked up to me and knelt down.
"Come up, I'll carry you." His voice was low and gentle, as if he was saying something extremely ordinary.
"You are not Zhu Bajie."
Looking at his generous back, I couldn't help but lean down. Song Da steadily carried me on his back and walked home step by step.
"That Miantang," I leaned on his back quietly and spoke softly.
"Huh?" he said.
"Why are you so nice to me?" I said, feeling my eyes suddenly turn red.
I lay down behind him, feeling very at ease, "I don't want to join Hongmen, I want to be free."
His steps faltered, and he agreed first, "Okay!"
After a while, he was still walking steadily with me on his back. He didn't answer my question, he just stared at me step by step, as if there were only two of us in the world.
Na Miantang carried me down from the patrol house in the French Concession on Foch Road, held my hand and asked me: "Is Brother Gui being detained here?"
"Shall we rob the prison? I didn't bring a kitchen knife. How about we crawl from the front?"
Na Miantang raised his head and laughed.
He led me inside, where there were two Chinese officers on duty.
"Then young master, what brought you here? Sit down quickly, sit down quickly."
"What do I have to do? I'm passing by to have a drink of water and take a short break. You have been working hard for a while." Na Miantang sat down in the best seat, "My friend has never seen a prison, she wants to see it
Take a moment." After that, he threw out two "small yellow croakers", each weighing one hundred grams. "A little money for tea will help the family replenish their health."
The eyes of the two Chinese prisoners suddenly bulged out like glass balls. They had two taels of gold, which was equivalent to their salary for several years. Money was easy to spend, but things were difficult to handle. Release was not within their authority.
"Just - visiting the prison?" a Chinese prisoner asked hesitantly.
"Shanghai is a society governed by the rule of law, so of course we should visit."
You can't tell the truth, because it would be boring for both parties. With the power of Miantang, this is already a face to the two Hua arresters.
"Then young master, let me draw one." Hua Li, who was determined, grabbed the gold bar and said.
"It's easy to say." Na Miantang immediately took action, as fast as the wind, hitting the Chinese arresters on the back of the neck one left and one right. The two Chinese arresters fainted on the ground without any resistance. Na Miantang found the key from the patrolman's body and walked towards
prison cell.
The so-called prison cells are several rooms made of iron bars in a corridor, and prisoners are locked in each room.
Brother Gui was sitting, not quite believing our appearance, thinking we were visiting the prison. It was a mixed blessing. The cell opened, and I held Brother Gui's hand and cried with joy.
There was a swing at home, and I sat on the swing anxiously, swinging, closing my eyes and facing the sun. At this time, Shanghai was so innocently blue and the sun was so bright. I really fell in love with it here.
While I was wandering leisurely, I suddenly felt that the force of pushing was much stronger, and I couldn't help but turn around. I don't know when Mian Tang came. He was dressed in a green shirt and looked like a bamboo tree behind me.
"Why are you here?" I turned back and continued to enjoy the spring sunshine.
"It's rare that I'm not busy today, so I'm here. Since you don't want to listen to my opinion, then just do what I arranged and I arranged the work for you." Na Miantang looked at me with a rosy face and said calmly.
"What job?"
"go to Hong Kong."
"Why do you keep stopping me from staying in Shanghai? It's because you're worried about my influence on your love. Don't worry, young master, we can live well without you."
Na Miantang's eyes were clear and serious, "You have been here for a few months, so you are not aware that unknown dead bodies are lying on the streets of Shanghai every day, and how many people are drowning in the Huangpu River, just thinking they are murderers."
I ordered wontons. Brother Gui was almost shot this time. Nowadays, the world is difficult and dangerous, there is a mixture of fish and dragons, and everyone can’t tell their identity. Business people, don’t cause trouble. Instead of getting involved in the fight between the party and the boss, it is better to get things done.
.From today on, you are all members of my Hongmen clan, and you are all under my nose."
I stood up suddenly and looked at Mian Tang with a cold look, "In your eyes, we are just the same person. How did you and Lu Lingqiu meet?"
Na Miantang laughed loudly, and then sighed: "I have known her since childhood, but we have not contacted each other since then, and now we have contacted her again. Her original name was Zhao Yiqian, her family was in poverty, and she had no choice but to go to the opera house to sing in order to make ends meet. What she has experienced over the years
Although she has experienced ups and downs, her cheerful personality has not changed. I remember those days when the Zhao family’s mansion was full of music and singing all night long, and the beautiful scene of flowers and flowers seemed to be in front of her. Now I help her revive their Zhao family.”
"You didn't think that we might be in trouble. If Cha didn't meet you again, you would have had a happy affair with Lu Ling yesterday. It shows that you have no chivalrous heart." I said in a bitter tone.
His eyes flickered twice, feeling funny. "I looked for you, but you didn't keep your promise. It was just that I looked for you for a long time. You know the result later."
I pursed my lips and smiled and said, "That's all? Why do I think it's more than that? When will Lu Lingqiu become our sister-in-law?"
"Who's the eldest brother? Who's the eldest sister-in-law?" Na Miantang tapped my forehead lightly, "You are the only one who is smart." Then he looked at me with unclear meaning: "It's just a gap between teenagers. At the same time, I don't want to be your eldest brother."
He opened the cigarette case, took out a fine cigar, put it under his nose and sniffed it for a while, then lit it with a match, leaned back, leaned against the pillar of the corridor, and smoked silently for a while.
The swing started to swing, and there was silence everywhere.