Chapter 320 I heard that love in the Republic of China was nine out of ten tragic (12)
Hearing this, Sheng Wu, who had almost finished half a bag of feed, turned back slightly.
Looking back, he saw Shen Qinghuan wearing simple and neat overalls and a long coat.
It seemed that except for the first time they met when Shen Qinghuan was wearing a skirt, she was always seen dressed in a neutral style when they met occasionally afterwards.
Sheng Wu realized that she had heard what she had just said, and her face became a little hot. She subconsciously hid the feed behind her.
"Yeah, I understand."
The girl's charming face had a contrastingly obedient look.
"Aren't you bored here alone?"
"Um?"
Sheng Wu was startled for a moment, then reacted and smiled, shaking her head. "It's not boring. I don't have to starve or freeze here. This is the best place for me."
She stood up slightly, looked at the book in Shen Qinghuan's hand, and raised her eyebrows.
"Is that a book in your hand?"
Shen Qinghuan lowered her eyes to glance at the blue-bound book in her hand, and nodded slightly with her cold oval face.
"Well, this is the new book issued by the school."
"School..." When Sheng Wu heard this word, her eyes lit up, but then she thought of something, so she retracted her gaze and just smiled and nodded gently.
"That's good. People who study have a future."
This made Shen Qinghuan raise an eyebrow, "You haven't read a book?"
"I do know some words because I need to learn the words for singing opera, and I also understand the meaning of opera, but I have never been to school. The troupe owner said that it is useless for women to study, so he just asked me to sing well and find a wealthy family to rely on in the future." Oh, she has no memory, these words are all nonsense
Sheng Wu shook her head slightly, looking at the book in Shen Qinghuan's hand, the smile on her face was a little sour, and the girl shrugged.
"Now he can rest assured." He was referring to the fact that she had married into the wealthy Shen family.
Hearing her words, Shen Qinghuan's face, as cold as a lonely moon, was stunned. There was an indescribable complexity in his eyes. He paused, and finally asked a question that he shouldn't have asked out of curiosity.
"Why do you want to marry my father? As far as I know, you and my father have only known each other for five days."
Sheng Wu was stumped by her question. She lowered her eyes and remained silent for a few seconds. In the end, she did not answer, but just chose to smile and shake her head.
He remained silent and changed the subject.
"Have you ever heard of opera?" The girl tilted her head slightly, her slightly curly hair moving slightly in the summer breeze, her eyebrows and eyes lively and playful.
"No."
Shen Qinghuan shook her head. Her father had been extremely strict with their education since they were young. They rarely had any chance to play, and when they were ten years old, he even sent the three of them abroad.
It has only been three years since she came back, and she has never listened to any opera. Maybe she feels uncomfortable with it.
My father and elder brother, on the other hand, seem to like listening to opera.
"I'm just bored and don't know how much I can remember. Are you interested in listening to a song?" After a pause, Sheng Wu seemed to be afraid that Shen Qinghuan would refuse because of boredom and lack of interest, so she immediately added another sentence.
"It's not really an opera, it's just a song."
Glancing at the girl's clear and sparkling eyes, which looked extremely beautiful under the moonlight, Shen Qinghuan blinked his indifferent eyes for some unknown reason and nodded slightly.
"Can."
"Thanks!"
Upon hearing this, Sheng Wu, who had received permission, smiled beautifully in an instant, with the curve of her mouth extremely dazzling. She imitated the manners of foreigners, lifted her long skirt and saluted elegantly.
Shen Qinghuan watched. Having studied abroad for a long time, she knew that Sheng Wu had made some mistakes in the details, but she did not say it directly to hurt her mood. She just responded with a faint pursed lips.
"It's okay." After that, she sat down on the cradle rattan chair by the pond.
Looking at the main courtyard where he had only been a few times, his eyes were full of meaning. His father had really put a lot of thought into it.
"Wait for me."
"good."
Sheng Wu took a look and found no props, so he left a message and immediately rushed into the house.
Soon she took out a folding fan, and then put on a simple but exquisite halter dress and began to sing in the yard.
Sheng Wu turned her wrist, straightened her back, and instantly became stylish.
The crimson lips opened slightly, and the cunning jaw began to move slightly in time with the rhyme.
"In one act, the sleeves rise and fall
Singing about sorrow and joy, singing about farewell, it has nothing to do with me
The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums sound and then fall silent...
Although I am humble, I never forget my concerns for the country, even if no one knows me. "
After a pause, the stunning actress' voice changed naturally.
"The audience walked away without seeing the old colors, and the people on the stage sang a heartbreaking farewell song
Love is hard to be lonely, she must sing with blood
When the curtain rises and falls, who is the guest?
As Sheng Wu said the last sentence, she held a folding fan in one hand and skillfully and gracefully twisted the tip of the fan with the fingertips of the other hand. Her posture was just right, and there was an indescribable charm in her.
She lowered her head, turned her head and raised her eyes again, her naturally affectionate eyes looked in the direction of Shen Qinghuan with deep tenderness.
“…”
At just one glance, Shen Qinghuan was suddenly stunned. Her appreciation for beautiful things made her unable to recover for a long time. It was her first time to come into contact with this kind of traditional culture, and she was amazed and shocked.
"How is it, is everything okay?"
After finishing singing, Sheng Wu took small steps forward, stood in front of Shen Qinghuan with a charming smile and asked.
Shen Qinghuan looked at her and praised her without any reservation, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
“It sounds great, it’s unique, it’s beautiful.”
These eight words revealed her fondness for Sheng Wu, and her previous prejudice was also put aside.
"real?"
Hearing this, Sheng Wu raised her eyebrows, laughed happily, and held the fan tightly in both hands.
"That's good. I was worried that I might lose my memory and even forget how to read. If I even forget how to eat, I'm afraid I'm really finished!"
Shen Qinghuan caught another piece of information and frowned.
"You have lost your memory?"
"yes."
Sheng Wu's eyes were clear. "When I woke up, I was already in the main courtyard. Then Gui Wu told me that he and I were married, and we were husband and wife. He knew some of my habits better than I did, so I can only rely on these memories for now."
Shen Qinghuan looked at Sheng Wu with a solemn and serious look on her delicate face.
"So, you don't remember how you met my father, nor do you remember whether you have any feelings for him."
Sheng Wu frowned in distress and pondered for a moment, "...Uh, it seems so."
After a pause, she smiled gently again, "It's okay, Gui Wu knows my habits and treats me very well. He will definitely not lie to me, and there is nothing about me that is worth him lying about."
"Oh, by the way, Guiwu should be back soon. I have to go make him some tea. Anyway, Qinghuan, see you tomorrow!"
After saying that, Sheng Wu didn't give Shen Qinghuan a chance to react. She simply lifted up her skirt, which was a bit long, and trotted back to the main courtyard kitchen quickly and nimbly.
“Eh…”
Seeing this, Shen Qinghuan, who was about to say something with her lips slightly opened, suddenly stopped talking. She just looked at Sheng Wu's leaving back with a hint of doubt on her cold moonlight face.
There is nothing worth deceiving about...that is the easiest thing to deceive.
This young lady was quite different from what she had imagined.
Shen Qinghuan caught a glimpse of the folding fan that Sheng Wu had left behind when she sang just now. He picked it up, looked at the exquisite workmanship on it, and thought about returning it to her one day.
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