In Nanjing in the 19th year of the Republic of China, autumn came particularly slowly. The calendar card had already passed the beginning of autumn. The weather was still in summer, and it was hot and roasted. The whole city of Nanjing seemed to be frying in a boiling oil pan.

A black Dorang sedan was quietly parked outside a foreign house on Yihe Road. This was Zhang Jingjiang, then chairman of the Kuomintang Standing Committee, in Nanjing. The car was parked outside the Zhang Mansion for a whole afternoon. The concierge realized that it was the car of the local wealthy Jin family, so he did not drive it away.

The housekeeper, Old Chen, was sitting in the driver's seat. He was waiting for Jin Shi'an, the only young master of the Jin family, now in Zhang's residence, and was having a close conversation with the veterans of the party and the country. Old Chen stopped under the shade of the tree for more than three hours, and did not dare to smoke, but just sat in the car and waited. He looked at the door of this foreign restaurant, afraid that the door would open, and afraid that the door would not open.

The door was opened, and a man in his thirties slowly walked out of it. The man was very tall, but very gentle. He had a neat back and a pair of phoenix eyes under his smooth forehead. It was Jin Shi'an. Seeing him getting in the car, Old Chen hurriedly handed over his hand towel. Shi'an took the hand towel and slowly wiped the sweat from his forehead. He said to him in a warm voice, "Drive first, walk and talk."

The weather was hot, Shi'an looked very tired, and he leaned against the seat and closed his eyes.

Old Chen started the car silently and looked back at the snow-white villa from the rearview mirror, feeling sad and lamentable in his heart.

Young Master Jin's life is not good, but fortunately he became a rich man. The old master Jin Zhongming was very fed in Peking with his friendship with Zhang Jingjiang back then. He came to Nanjing with the new government, opened a trading company and a textile factory. The Kong family of Zhang was doing well in Shanghai, and Jin Zhongming only picked up some leftovers here in Nanjing. After more than ten years, no one competed with him in Nanjing and became a wealthy merchant in Jinling. Although people were the slaughter and slaughter, he was fattened for fish. As long as the knife was not too ruthless, the fish would live happily.

Now that Zhang Jingjiang is about to fall, or it has already fallen, Zhang's direct descendants have also been taken off one by one. Jin Zhongming's legs are so tightly held, everyone knows that Mr. Jiang wants to slap a knife on the Jin family. It only depends on whether Mr. Jin is willing to sacrifice money or life.

After driving a mile straight, Old Chen asked, "How is it?"

"How can it be?" Shi'an opened his eyes in the back seat, took out the cigar box from his arms, raised his head and smiled faintly, "He is still too busy to take care of others now, how much is the intention to take care of others? Isn't this the case with the party and government, and long-term division will lead to unity, and long-term division will lead to unity. I told the old man that he can't hang himself on a tree. Now that Zhang Jingjiang has fallen, the Jin family is also on the knife board, it depends on whether Mr. Chiang is willing to keep the Jin family a way out."

Old Chen didn't dare to speak, and just sighed in his heart. It is said that Mr. Jiang and Mr. Zhang had a life-long friendship, and they had a brother and brother, but the word "profit" was the first. No matter how much friendship was, it was nothing, let alone the Jin family, it was even less important.

Almost no one knew that Zhang Jingjiang came to Nanjing, but Zhang Jingjiang had no choice but to deal with his face, but everyone knew that. Jin Shian came to Zhang's private residence this time, with a little hope, and he broke this heart for Jin Zhongming. Zhang Jingjiang said very politely, "If you do business, you always lose money and make a profit, but Zhongming should not be involved in the arms business. What is wrong with doing really?"

Shi'an only laughed aside, "I advised my grandfather in this way."

Zhang Jingjiang said: "If you persuade him, you didn't persuade him. You know the current situation. It's rare for me to say something."

Shi'an smiled and said, "Old Mrs. Zhang is humble, and she will rely on more places in the future."

The two looked at each other and laughed, and Shi'an knew in his heart that Zhang Jingjiang's words were heartbroken, but every word they said was the truth. Jin Zhongming should not be greedy, so he made arms under the government's nose and hoarded supplies, and everything touched the scales.

Shi'an slowly knocked on the cigar in the back seat, "Uncle Chen, if you want to leave, it's time to find another way out now."

Old Chen smiled bitterly, "Why did you reach this stage? Besides, where can I go at my age? I am a member of the Jin family in my life and a ghost in the Jin family in my life."

Shi'an also laughed, "I'm teasing you, the worst thing is to spend money to save your life. Mr. Jiang and Mr. Zhang competed like this, and they would still be able to live up to their faces and would not kill us all. If it really doesn't work, we will all go back to Jurong."

Old Chen felt slightly relieved, and couldn't control himself for a moment, so he opened his mouth and asked again, "Where is Mr. Bai?"

Shi'an didn't speak.

Old Chen wanted to give himself a big mouth, but he really didn't open the pot and picked up the pot. He had to ask again, "Young Master, go home? Or where to go?"

Shi'an didn't raise his head, "Just go around."

Old Chen knew his temper well, so he started the car silently and drove around Nanjing City in the streets and alleys.

The car drove through Confucius Temple, Mochou Lake, reflected the sun, and passed through the streets and alleys. It seemed that it was a special thing to walk through the lively places, and it would not be possible to relieve all the sorrows. And this city really deserves to look through the streets and alleys like this. It is truly famous, and the scenery on the streets and alleys can relieve worries. The sun has not yet set, but the music and singing around have already plucked the strings. Wherever you pass, the strings are fine, the flowers are red and the willows are green, and the fragrance comes into the car window.

In the fireworks in the ancient capitals of the Six Dynasties, countless scenes were played by the mountains and rivers. Beauty was produced in troubled times. Men and women could show off their charm, only to see who was more beautiful than who was better. The more swords and swords were sharp, people like to listen to the plays of men and women, sing peach blossom fans, sing peony pavilions, make real memories, and pipa records. The two sides of the Qinhuai River were filled with resentment and melancholy, and pink and fat.

This is a troublesome autumn, and it is also a troubled time. Everyone knows that this is a troubled time, but they still need to sing and dance to embellish the peace. The nobles and the common people also need it. It seems that in the sad and resentful singing, in the surround sleeves and the gurgling strings, even if you spend a while of time, you can forget the complexity of the troubled times and the sorrow of parting - no matter how great your hatred of poverty or the resentment of death, as long as you sing, applaud, and smile, you can think that it no longer exists.

After driving for a while, Shi'an said behind, "Go to Rongzhuang Street."

Old Chen sighed in his heart. After most of the day he came out, he finally went to take a look at Rongzhuang Street.

The car stopped at the end of Rongzhuang Street. There were some velvet hat shops doing business in the inner and outer streets of Rongzhuang Street, but the inner street was secluded. The dense trees quietly stretched out branches from the yards on both sides of the street. Lao Chen had not yet pressed the door, but the door happened to open. Aunt Liu, the housekeeper, came out with water and was surprised when she saw Lao Chen.

"Young Master is here." Old Chen said.

Shi'an had bypassed them and walked in slowly.

"Why is the young master here now? Just change your clothes first. It's hot." Aunt Liu said cringibly behind Zai Shian.

Shi'an looked at his body, "Okay."

Aunt Liu said again: "I'll get water for the young master to take a shower."

Shi'an frowned, "Forget it, there's no need to worry. I won't change my clothes anymore. I'll go see Mr. Bai and leave." Then he walked in.

Aunt Liu didn't dare to stop him, and was anxious, looking at Lao Chen. Everyone in the house came out when they heard the sound, and five or six people followed Shi'an's feet. Shi'an just said, "Why are you all coming out? Let's do your own thing, don't eat dinner here."

Everyone had to stop in front of the second door and watched Shi'an enter the yard inside.

Shi'an didn't know that there were so many expressions behind him. He slowly walked into the yard - the yard was not big and very delicately built. He was facing the screen wall of Taihu stone, and behind it was a whole shed of Lingxiao. At this time, it was green and plump, hanging in strands, and many vermilion flowers bloomed. The gables of the house behind were covered with ivy, and sycamore trees planted along the corners of the wall, which poured into the ground with thick shade. The sun was so cool and thin that it was made of cold and thin.

Shi'an hesitated in front of the door and looked inside through the window. A thin face appeared in the glass window. Although it was thin, it could be seen that it was originally beautiful: its nose was straight, its temples were delicate, its autumn eyes, and its two tender lips - but this face now had an infinite appearance. Under the foggy eyes, there was a sick green yellow silence, its cheeks were sunken, its lips were bloodless, and it was dark. Anyone would be surprised to see it, because no one dared to believe that this man who was as thin as a man and as sick as death was the Hongling Bai , who was famous two or three years ago.

Shi'an felt indescribable whenever he saw Lu Sheng like this. He looked at Bai Lu Sheng, but Bai Lu Sheng didn't look at him, as if he was like a wooden sculpture, staring indifferently at the air.

Shi'an gently buckled it on the window frame, ", I'll come to see you."

The man ignored him and just stared out the window.

Shi'an felt sad and pushed open the door and went in. He saw Lu Sheng being handcuffed to the table by an iron chain, his hands were tied with cotton ropes. There were tea and two colors of fruits on the table.

The servants in the lead knew that it was not good, so they all chased into the yard and did not dare to follow Shi'an into the house, and just lowered their heads in front of the door.

"What does this mean?" Shi'an turned around, "Who asked you to handcuff him?"

Several servants complained in their hearts, saying that the eldest young master had just arrived the day before yesterday and should not come again in the past few days. Unexpectedly, today is coming again, and it is silent, and now it is inevitable that he is angry.

"Is it okay to lock it in the room? Do you have to tie it up like this? I'll ask you to take good care of Mr. Bai, and you'll take care of him like this?"

When Jin Shi'an got angry, he was still slow, but when people listened to his slow tone, they knew that he was angry.

The head-in-chief Zhou smiled and said, "You are not very sober. Otherwise, no one can see him if you are handcuffed like this." He then whispered to Shi'an's ears, "You know, Mr. Bai is going crazy, and he hits pillars all over the room, afraid of hitting his face." He said that, he didn't dare to look up, "I've used cotton ropes, and I'm afraid of hurting Mr. Bai's hands."

"Oh, so when I'm not here, I always take care of Mr. Bai, right?" Shi'an smiled and slowly looked at the osmanthus cake on the plate, "Uncle Zhou, you're worried."

Butler Zhou sweated coldly down his ears.

When Lu Sheng heard them say this, he raised his face and smiled coldly at Shi'an, and then turned his face toward the window.

Shi'an ignored Zhou Yu anymore and turned around to untie the rope on 's hand. It turned out that he was tied with a dead knot. Shi'an became more angry. Seeing that 's hand was purple, he felt even more guilty. "Give him a scissors and open the lock."

Butler Zhou wanted to persuade him again, but Shi'an looked up at him, "What can I do here? Come with scissors."

A servant already brought the small silver scissors and opened the chains. Shi'an said, "Go all, I'll talk to Mr. Bai for a while."

The servants dared not move.

Shi'an said again slowly, "I'll talk to Mr. Bai for a while."

People had to slowly withdraw.

Seeing that someone had walked far away, Shi'an picked up Lu Sheng's hand and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Lu Sheng didn't look back, "It's you who tied me up. Now you are asking me if it's yours. It's your idea. What do I do?"

"It's hard to quit opium... They are also afraid that you will hurt themselves." Seeing that he ignored him, Shi'an had to pour tea again and said, "Drink some water."

didn't accept his tea, "You dislike me so much, why bother to say it again? I am a man, I'm just a show of being with you, and I'm a actor, so naturally I can't deserve you. Are you afraid of smoking too much?"

Shi'an hated him for being so self-deprecating, but he didn't know where to explain, so he just caught his hand and said, "Lu Sheng..."

Lu Sheng suddenly turned his face and looked at him. After looking at him for a long time, a panic smile appeared on his face, "No one is there now, why don't you call me Sister Yu? In the past, you only called me Sister Yu."

Shi'an felt even more sad. He remembered that he had just met Lu Sheng on the Deyuetai, and he was still in the Chunhua class. He was only thirteen or fourteen years old. He sang "Seeking Dreams". The whole room was full of stunning. He praised him for his beautiful appearance, clear mouth and good voice. He would definitely be a top-notch celebrity on the Qinhuai River in the future.

He also seemed to have lost his soul and booked the Chun Chinese class for three consecutive days, and he was the only one who heard it. On the third day, the Changsheng Hall was finished, and the Chun Chinese class Mrs. Zhang led Lu Sheng out to kowtow to him. Shi'an asked, "What's the name?"

"Just Sister Yu, Sister Bai Yu." Old Madam Zhang touched her face, "I am just a phoenix in the Spring Chinese class. He has been sick and plagued by many disasters since he was a child. He took the name of a girl and called it open."

Shi'an laughed when he heard this, "Are you a teenager still afraid that you will find it difficult to support me? Change your name."

Old Madam Zhang smiled and said, "Young Master Jin is well-educated and talented, so I beg Mr. Jin to give us Sister Yu a name."

Shi'an looked at Sister Yu. Sister Yu was lying on the ground, but secretly raised her face, revealing a pair of pretty eyes. At that time, the breeze and white dew on the platform were clear and white dew, and the moon was full of Qinhuai. Shi'an pondered slightly, "Sister Yu... Sister Yu... Bai Lu... Bai Lu was born at the jade steps - it was called Bai Lu Sheng."

Before Mrs. Zhang could speak, Lu Sheng drank three times and stood up and said crisply: "Lu Sheng thanked Mr. An!"

Shi'an was a little surprised: "Do you know what my name is?"

smiled at him, "The benefactor who gave the name and the benefactor who was a soulmate, he had a fate in his previous life, so he naturally knew."

His face was still as if he was a concubine. The pearls and jade on his head could not cover his beautiful eyes and shone brightly. The Qinhuai fragrance on the first floor blew by, and the lights swayed red, revealing his face, like the imperial concubine, drunken, bright and unpredictable.

——Thinking now, the name is really bad, as if it is carrying unlucky——Bai Lu invades the silk stockings, and the jade steps are sad and resentful, as if Lu Sheng has been cursed for the rest of his life. But no matter how unlucky, the name Bai Lu Sheng still sings the two sides of the Qinhuai River through the clouds and the moon.

Later, Lu's ten years of life were like this name, and she lived a glorious life, beautiful, precious gold and jade, but she was full of sorrow.

Famous actors are all praised. Lu Sheng is held by Shi'an, and no one is envious. The Qinhuai River is very popular. In those two years, they were no different from ordinary famous actors and Enke. Naturally, they became more and more popular as they sang, and they were enjoying it. Zhang's mother did not keep her phoenix. Lu Sheng became popular after singing, so Shi'an picked up Lu Sheng from Chunhua Class and bought him a small house on Rongzhuang Street. It was nothing. From south to north, countless red actors in China were held like this and raised like canary. No one thought it was a big deal, but Lu Sheng just took it seriously.

"I can't repay you even if the young master picks me up. This life is yours."

At that time, Lu was born in this small courtyard, saying this to Shi'an, smiling at him. Lingxiao in late spring had just spit out the buds, and there was a little red in the thousands of strands of green, and it was about to bloom, like a human love.

"It makes the Chun Chinese class look like a fire pit."

"Why isn't it a fire pit?" Lu Sheng lifted her sleeves, "It was all her hits."

Shi'an was shocked and held up his hand with heartache, "Why never listen to you when you go over?"

Lu Sheng smiled and looked up at the eyes of the previous Shi'an: "Because I know that the young master always wants to pick me up, what's this hardship? If I don't make a name for myself, I won't have the shame to come out with you."

Shi'an didn't know how to answer him, but he felt that took this relationship too seriously. He asked him if he liked ? He liked it from the bottom of his heart, but clearly had more than this kind of love to him.

Shi'an often hated that he could not let go of Lu Sheng when he saw him, and that he had a lot of resentment.

Yes, resentment. Shi'an always feels that he has been doing things for half his life. He wants Lu to live a happier life, but Lu Sheng is always angry.

Why are you angry? He suddenly went to the UK for half a year without saying goodbye. He was angry that he went on a blind date in Nanjing, and he was angry that he didn't allow him to smoke smoke.
To be continued...