A decade of foreign concessions has brought numerous calamities.

  The car passed in front of the mansion. 195 Changde Road. A building with mottled walls. An Italian-style building painted with rouge and gray. This is Eileen Chang's former residence. Next door is Gao Er's maternal grandmother's house.

  Like the stars, not last night. For whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night. Imagine a day decades ago. In the evening smoke, Zhang Ailing looked down at the magnificent Shanghai. "The edge of Shanghai is slightly undulating, although there are no mountains, it seems to be layered." A small woman wrote out the grandeur of a city. This is Shanghai.

  Gao Yun's mother is from Shanghai. Gao Yun's grandmother is from Shanghai. The blood flowing through Gao Yun's veins is that of a noble and elegant Shanghainese.

  Unfortunately, Gao Yun does not like Shanghai.

  This stems from the boredom and impatience of childhood in what was called "high society".

  "An advanced and exquisite infatuation with status" is the phrase that best sums up Epstein. This sentence can be said to be a collective portrait of high-end social groups.

  Gao Yan still remembers when she was young. Her grandmother took her to a banquet hosted by a British upper-class lady, possibly with some noble title. This lady was a big bore who could talk to herself in a monotone for over an hour without any expression. Especially when it came to the gardens of the British upper class. As long as you asked one question: "Excuse me, what kind of roses should be planted in the garden?" She would launch into a lengthy and expressionless speech. You could bow your head and eat, go to the bathroom, or even find a handsome waiter to make love with in the restroom. After completing all these actions and returning to your seat, she would still be talking about her roses in the garden.

  So, every time I return to Changde Road. Every time it's a grand and dull picture of being trapped. Gao Yan doesn't like it very much.

  In addition, it's a big deal for small matters. Every time, one must be extremely careful and "hold" oneself up high. Just like what grandma taught, to hold the frame "upright" and "beautifully". Grandma said that when she was young, she would sit elegantly with her hands placed on her knees. When turning her head, even the golden hairpins on her head wouldn't move. Otherwise, the elders would definitely scold her.

  Every time I come here, I think of Wang Jiazhi's demeanor in "Lust, Caution". No revolution but with the air of having rebelled several times. Not having killed anyone but with the air of having killed several people. Not having been to bed but with the air of not being a virgin since kindergarten. In short, it's just a pretentious "beauty on the surface" act.

  At this moment, in Heping Restaurant, Gao Yun is sitting inside.

  Hmph. Hmph. Can you still tell that this is the sticky rice ball who often gets his brain oxygen cut off by being pinched by doors?

  Amber-colored cheongsam. Wearing an orange short jacket outside. Shy and subtle smile. Hair bun side disk. Bangs curved to the edge of the eyebrow. Lightly applied powder and rouge. Standing under the silver lamp, a beautiful woman in crimson dress...

  An elegant elderly woman. Also a cheongsam of exquisite workmanship. A clear and refreshing air. Sitting next to her, gently stroking the soft arm.

  "Look at her, she's becoming more and more like Qingyun. Alas, Qingyun left too early. Now even Xiaoxuan...". As he spoke, a sorrowful sigh escaped his lips, and he dabbed at his eyes with the fine silk handkerchief in his hand.

  He was very sensible. He knew that at this time he had mentioned his grandmother and mother. He should lower his head in grief. And slightly bowed his head.

  "Auntie, don't be too sad. I was afraid you'd be like this. We didn't even notify you when Xiaoxuan left...". Gao Yan patted the old woman's arm, his eyes also filled with sorrow.

  "This is the notice. At least see each other one last time..."

  "Cough. This is also what Xiaoxuan means. Afraid you'll look distressed."

  "It's even harder now... When Xiaoxuan left, she must have been most worried about Rourou. We all know that Rourou is more capable than Rourou. Rourou was always inseparable from her mother when she was young..." As she spoke, the old woman burst into tears again, with tears streaming down her face.

  It's so sad. Talking about grandma and mom again. They were all deceased loved ones. But... I'm a little unhappy.

  At home, this relative treats her like a child. None of them take her as an adult. After decades of meeting, the image in their eyes is still that little girl being held by her father, hugged by her mother, and taken everywhere by her grandmother, like a fool.

  Actually, this is also the imperial court being overly indulgent. Who would really take her as a fool? It's all because they dote on her. Unfortunately, excessive pampering can sometimes make the person being pampered unbearable too.

  "Let's go back to New York with Auntie. After all, our family's roots are there."

  The old woman patted her hand repeatedly. The girl looked at her father, who still frowned slightly. But surprisingly, he didn't refute it.

  This old lady is a noble aunt. Old New York aristocracy. After the war of resistance, almost all relatives on this side of Aunt moved to Europe and America, except for Aunt who couldn't bear to leave Shanghai. I think what she can't bear to part with even more is her prestige in Shanghai's high society. That dazzling...

  His wife's grandmother passed away. It was not the first time that their relatives in New York suggested that they move abroad with their family. After all, the roots of the family were there. However, Zhuo Xuan had always firmly rejected this suggestion. The reason was that Gao Yun did not want to leave. Gao Yun is from Wuhan and still has old-fashioned ideas. He believes that his wife and children should put down roots in their hometown with him. Therefore, whenever someone mentions the idea of them moving abroad, Gao Yun would get angry: "How could you forget your ancestors just because you've eaten a few years of foreign food?"

  He has a sharp tongue and is quick-witted. He turns his face up and doesn't give anyone an inch of emotional space. So, after that, no one dared to mention this matter again. They were all afraid of him.

  Now. Auntie actually brought it up again...

  His brain is muddled. But that's a "rare confusion". Muddled to just the right degree. This kid isn't stupid at all. Some things, think about it and it comes around... This must be Dad's tacit consent...

  She was annoyed and irritated again. Originally, her father didn't even call her to discuss it and simply cancelled the engagement between the two families. She felt a lot more at ease afterwards. Anyway, she had also planned to cut off all ties with those military men. But now...it's actually going to cost her emigrating abroad. She thinks this is also giving too much face to those military people, it's really not worth it.

  She certainly doesn't want to go abroad. She can't adapt to the life there. Just like she can't adapt to life in Shanghai. Every day is spent "pretending" to live. This won't make a foolish child even more foolish.

  How could Gao Yun not know about his daughter? But this time, the people who are looking for Yaoyao are really troublesome. At first, Gao Yun didn't expect it to be so serious. However, in these three days, Wuhan has gone crazy looking for Yaoyao... How could Gao Yun not have heard about it? Ah, I have to admit that our country is still a place where power is greater than the law. Gao Yun is also afraid that his precious Yaoyao will suffer again. He had no choice but to come up with this plan. Shanghai can't hide for more than a few days, and going abroad might be able to calm things down for a while.

  However

  Speak of Cao Cao and he arrives. Think of Cao Cao and he comes.

  Just then, Auntie said one sentence. Very troublesome. Very annoying at that time.

  "Good good."

  "Good good."

  Sometimes, some scenes are exaggerated in imagination. However, in reality, as long as they have a bit of connection with the high and mighty, such exaggeration seems to fade away like clouds. Afterwards, it often happens that...

  Only outside the He Ping Restaurant. "Squeak" "squeak" "squeak". You said, one after another, how many famous cars stopped, wow! Even the veteran doorman of He Ping couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Shanghai is no match for Beijing after all. Famous cars are common, but military vehicles are rare, wow.

  Although obviously two factions, each military uniform is handsome. The stars on their shoulders are shining brightly.

  What's going on... The Princelings have gathered in Shanghai to relive past glories.

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