Wheezing! Wheezing!
The pitch-black locomotive, spewing white steam, travels along the rails.
Bang! Bang!
The crankshaft pulls the connecting rod, causing the wheels to rotate rapidly, rhythmically hitting the gaps in the rails.
Woohoo!
A whistle.
A train with only five carriages passed through the tunnel, traveled through the valley, and headed into the vast wilderness of Prostate.
In the third carriage, a beautiful woman was drawing her eyebrows in front of a dressing table.
Why is there a dressing table in the carriage?
Why was she dressing up in the carriage?
Not only can she put on makeup in the carriage, she can also dance in the carriage.
Because she was the only one in this carriage.
She is the second concubine of Lu Dongliang, the head of the Lu family, Zhuo Yuling.
This train is a special train for the wealthy family in Provence, the Lu family.
Now, she is the hostess of this train.
The first car was loaded with coal.
The second carriage contained luggage and train expenses.
The third carriage was divided into an aisle and two guest rooms.
The fourth car is the restaurant and card room.
The fifth carriage is the owner's bedroom.
Zhuo Yuling had her hair combed into hand-pushed waves, her eye shadow was very dark, but her blush was very light, and her fair cheeks set off her bright red lips.
She was wearing a blue indigo-blue high-necked cheongsam, the hem of which just reached her knees. The slits on both sides revealed a little bit of the lace of her petticoat. Her tight waist and slightly padded shoulders gave her an enchanting and luxurious look.
Zhuo Yuling is almost forty years old, but her exquisite clothes and makeup make her look like she is less than thirty.
Squeak~
The carriage door was pushed open, and the figure of Lu Dongliang, the head of the Lu family, appeared under the pale yellow wall lamp.
The tiny smile lines rose along with the beauty mole at the corner of her mouth, and Zhuo Yuling showed a sweet smile in the mirror.
Zhuo Yuling didn't like to wear shoes. She walked barefoot on the dark yellow floral carpet. She came to Lu Dongliang and called him affectionately, "Master."
Lu Dongliang, who is over fifty years old, pinched Zhuo Yuling's face and always felt that this woman was still as pretty as when he first met her, and could always bring him a little comfort.
But it's just a trace.
Tired Lu Dongliang took off his suit, unbuttoned his vest, loosened his tie, sat on the sofa, opened a bottle of foreign wine, and poured himself a glass.
After drinking half of the wine, the depression in his heart quickly showed on his face, and Lu Dongliang couldn't help but sigh.
Zhuo Yuling sat next to Lu Dongliang, took out a cigarette from the iron cigarette case, put it on her red lips, struck a match, lit the cigarette, and put it to Lu Dongliang's mouth: "Master, what's wrong with you?"
Lu Dongliang took the cigarette and took a deep puff. "He Jiaqing will be back tomorrow. He was playing cards with his aunt He Yuxiu just now. From what she said, I'm afraid he wants to break off the engagement with Xiaolan."
He Jiaqing is the eldest son of the powerful He family in Provincia.
Lu Xiaolan is the daughter of Zhuo Yuling and Lu Dongliang.
If the He family had not declined in recent years, the He family's legitimate son would not have been able to marry the Lu family's concubine's daughter.
Zhuo Yuling smiled calmly: "Master, didn't we discuss this before? Xiaolan will not let He Jiaqing return to Prostate alive."
Lu Dongliang bit his cigarette, frowning: "The kid from the He family is extremely talented, and he also has the Xuansheng Red Lotus in his hand. He is not an easy character to deal with. I am worried about Xiaolan..."
Zhuo Yuling shook her head: "Master, you are overthinking. The boy from the He family is just a mediocre person. He wasted his best years in cultivation and went to study in Huanguo. Four years of his life were wasted in vain. What did he gain?"
Lu Dongliang touched his mustache and said, "Young man, he is too playful. If he takes charge of the He family's business..."
Zhuo Yuling stood up and walked to the record player: "A mediocre person is one who can't stop playing. If a mediocre person gets a treasure, he will become a dead person. As long as he gets on the train, he will definitely die."
The record player was one foot taller than the bedside table, and had three golden speakers on top, one large and two small.
Zhuo Yuling picked up an iron cup and added two cups of water into the small trumpet-shaped mouth on the left.
Lu Dongliang looked at Zhuo Yuling and said, "I heard that the young leader of Jiang Xiang's gang also wants to take action against Honglian. He has a status in Huan Kingdom, so he is not easy to deal with."
Zhuo Yuling sneered: "Master, you are talking about Xiao Zhenggong, right? This idiot is not even a mediocre person, he is just a cockroach, a disgusting cockroach,
If it weren't for his father's reputation, Xiao Zhenggong would have been trampled to death long ago. With his little tricks, how could he possibly defeat Xiaolan?"
Zhuo Yuling bent down, opened the door of the record player, and lit the wick of the candle stuck in the grease on an iron box filled with grease.
call!
A light blue flame ignited, and soon, some white mist came out of the trumpet on the left.
Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!
This is a steam-powered record player.
Provincia is a special place. It is impossible to store large amounts of fuel and it is impossible to use electricity on a large scale. Steam engines are used to the extreme.
The tray of the record player, driven by the gears, began to rotate with the spewing of steam.
Zhuo Yuling took a bakelite record and placed it on the record player tray.
Lu Dongliang put out his cigarette and leaned back on the sofa: "It's not that I don't trust Xiaolan, I'm just worried..."
"Master just doesn't trust Xiaolan," Zhuo Yuling smiled helplessly, "From the time I gave birth to her until now, Master has never looked at her straight in the eye."
As she spoke, Zhuo Yuling placed the needle on the record.
Amidst the dense noise, a melodious cello prelude sounded.
After the prelude, the piano and violin played a soothing rhythm, followed by a steady and profound singing voice:
The moonlight is so blurry.
The earth is shrouded in night fog.
My dream man,
Where are you?
"Dream Lover", Zhuo Yuling's favorite song.
No electricity, no magnetic discs, the ancient record player only needs the friction between the needle and the record.
Zhuo Yuling walked forward, pulled Lu Dongliang up from the sofa, buried her head in Lu Dongliang's arms, hugged him, and danced slowly to the beautiful tune.
Lu Dongliang put his arm around Zhuo Yuling's waist, still with a worried look on his face: "If He Jiaqing dies, won't Xuansheng Honglian be stranded in Huanguo?"
Zhuo Yuling frowned slightly. At this moment, she didn't want to talk about these trivial things: "Xiao Lan has already found out. He Jiaqing has a friend named Li Banfeng. He knows the whereabouts of Honglian.
After killing He Jiaqing, Xiaolan will go find Li Banfeng and she will naturally find a way to bring Honglian back."
Lu Dongliang didn't hear clearly: "The friend of He Jiaqing you mentioned just now, his name is Li something?"
"Li Banfeng."
"Half Crazy?" Lu Dongliang was startled. "What a strange name."
Zhuo Yuling smiled and said, "Master, you don't need to remember his name. It's not important. By the time Xiaolan finds out Honglian's whereabouts, he will no longer be in this world."
"What kind of person is he? Is he also a mediocre person?" Lu Dongliang was very cautious, fearing that something might go wrong in any link.
Zhuo Yuling sneered: "He is not even a mediocre person, he is not even a human being."
Lu Dongliang touched Zhuo Yuling's hair and said, "So he is also a cockroach like Xiao Zhenggong?"
Zhuo Yuling shook her head: "It's even cheaper than a cockroach's life."
Lu Dongliang became even more curious: "What kind of person is this?"
"How can I put this into words?" Zhuo Yuling didn't know how to describe it.
A wisp of black ash floated out of the fuel tank of the record player and landed on Lu Dongliang's collar.
The filter on the turntable needs to be cleaned.
Zhuo Yuling wiped Lu Dongliang's collar with her finger, looked at the black dust on her fingertips, and smiled slightly: "He is as worthless as this dust. He has no parents, no relatives, and he has nothing.
He grew up in an orphanage and went to college by moving bricks, carrying heavy bags, and setting up stalls.
Such people, when they die, are dead, just like the dust blown away, no one will care. "
After saying that, Zhuo Yuling exhaled lightly and blew away the dust on her fingertips.
Woohoo~
A whistle.
The train jolted.
Lu Dongliang's dance steps are still steady, which is the result of his training.
A dense patch of hair grew on the soles of Zhuo Yuling's feet, which firmly grasped the carpet beneath her feet.
This is the talent of physical cultivation.
After the bumps, the two continued to dance in each other's arms.
…
The next day.
Dormitory No. 606, Building 6, Yuezhou University, Yuezhou City, Yuedong Province, Huan Guo.
Li Banfeng was lying on the bunk, taking a nap.
In his dream, he was driving his yacht with a group of young girls, enjoying the sea breeze together.
The best actress of the last Jinyuan Award, took Li Banfeng's hand and entered the bedroom of the yacht...
Li Banfeng was hugging his pillow, drooling, and was about to reach the pinnacle of his life in his sleep when he suddenly heard someone calling in his ear:
"Banfeng, save me."
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"Dream Man" is a famous song from the Republic of China period. It was used as an interlude in Stephen Chow's movie "Kung Fu", in which the landlord and the landlady danced together to the song.
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