On Saturday evening, at around seven o'clock, Weng Huaijing, who had arrived home early from work, waited for Shao Qing's visit. Zhou Peipei, her considerate assistant, even arranged dinner for Shao Qing on the dining table in advance - avocado yogurt and vegetable salad, cheese baked Italian butterfly noodles.
, and a cup of Zhenguo milk hot cocoa with beautiful latte art.
They all made some mental preparations, thinking that Shao Qing's condition would not be very good.
Surprisingly, Shao Qing, who came into the room with a bouquet of lilies in full bloom, was still beautifully made up, although her black hair was unusually not tied up, but draped casually around her shoulders.
The waterfall-like black hair is a little messy, but it doesn't look embarrassed. On the contrary, it makes Shao Qing's slightly red face even more charming, adding a lot of intellectuality and softness.
"As expected of Sister Qing, she is really worthy of her! Pepe must also work hard, women with strong hearts are the most beautiful."
Zhou Peipei secretly glanced at Shao Qing's delicate cheeks and radiant and transparent skin, and thought to herself: "Sister Qing is very beautiful at this moment. Just like what is said in the skin care product advertisements, her skin is white and rosy, just like a new life."
"With longing, I'm going home."
Shao Qing didn't know Zhou Peipei's endless thoughts. After entering the house, she first raised her head and leaned forward, looking past the shoe cabinet and the entrance hall, and said hello to Weng Huaijing, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room holding a volume of books.
Shao Qing kicked off her stilettos and reached out to hand the lily in her hand to Zhou Peipei, who was stunned at the door.
She stepped into the cotton slippers neatly arranged on the floor and noticed the nicely presented single dinner on the dining table.
Shao Qing casually tucked a few strands of black hair behind her ears, smiled coquettishly, and said softly to Zhou Peipei:
"While I was parking my car downstairs, I accidentally noticed that the lilies that had just arrived from the flower shop today were in beautiful bloom, so I brought a bouquet to our family."
Shao Qing's green and green fingers gently touched the tip of Zhou Peipei's smooth and flawless nose, her eyes full of tenderness:
"Pipei, you are very interested, but Sister Qing really doesn't have much appetite, so I won't eat it for now. You can help put the flowers in it."
Zhou Peipei nodded obediently. She hugged the bunch of lilies and turned to the water bar in the kitchen.
Halfway through, she replied weakly: "If Sister Qing is hungry later, just tell me and I will make it for you again."
Shao Qing Shi Shiran walked to the sofa in the living room, bent down and put down the black Birkin 25 handbag on her elbow on the coffee table, then stretched out her hand to straighten her originally wrinkle-free skirt, and then elegantly placed it next to Weng Huaijing.
Sit down.
"Go drink that cup of hot cocoa."
Weng Huaijing put down the book "Plantagenet Dynasty - House of " in his hand, and stared at Shao Qing, whose face was as usual, with clear eyes.
She had never been good at comforting others, so she didn't say anything more and just looked at Shao Qing like this.
Shao Qing clearly received the comfort from the eyes of this beautiful girl in front of him.
"I still have to work hard to stay in shape!"
Shao Qing smiled coquettishly and gently slid his fingers over her belly, which was flat even when she was sitting.
Weng Huai continued to stare at Shao Qing with his thick and slender eyelashes fluttering.
Shao Qing raised his eyebrows and glanced at his handbag, lowered his head and said softly: "I feel better than ever now. Once I think it through, I won't worry about it anymore."
Shao Qing even reached out with interest to flip through the cover and preface of the book that Weng Huaijing had put down. A familiar narrow smile appeared on his face. He looked at her meaningfully and said, "Are you watching the War of the Roses?"
When Weng Huaijing heard this sudden reversal of attack, his sitting figure swayed slightly, as if he had forcibly suppressed the urge to turn his back to Shao Qing.
She lowered her head and answered: "This year's senior class will have their graduation drama, they plan to adapt Shakespeare's "Henry VI"."
Having said this, Weng Huaijing, who had gained a lot of confidence, raised his head and glanced at Shao Qing coldly:
"But I borrowed a few books from the school library about the iteration of dynasties in that period of Great Britain."
The teasing and teasing look on Shao Qing's face became more and more obvious. She happened to do some homework after returning home last night. She waited for Weng Huaijing to finish explaining and then directly took over the words:
"(Wars of the Roses) - (wars of the roses), also known as (Wars of Roses), refers to the two descendants of King Edward III of England: supporters of the Lancaster family and the York family started in the mid-fifteenth century.
The civil war raged on and off for more than thirty years to compete for the throne of England."
When Weng Huaijing heard this, he closed his eyes and frowned slightly.
"The name (War of the Roses) was not used at that time, but in the 16th century, Shakespeare used two roses to be plucked to mark the beginning of the war in the historical play "Henry VI"... It has since become a common term."
Observing Weng Huaijing, who looked calm again in front of him, Shao Qing suddenly sped up his speech:
"I just found out last night that the name (War of the Roses) comes from the emblems chosen by two families, the red rose emblem of Lancaster (rosa gallica) and the white rose emblem of York (rosa alba).
"
Shao Qing's tone changed, and he imitated the awkward female college student and asked ignorantly:
"Professor Weng, can you help me analyze what the love story of Princess Margaret in Shakespeare's novel is a metaphor for?"
Maybe it was not enough, so Shao Qing stood up directly, twisted his waist slightly, and asked in a pretentious manner:
"Also...and...I heard the two songs "White Rose" and "Red Rose" yesterday, and I felt so happy. Do you think it has something to do with this (War of the Roses)?"
Due to changes in the world line, there is no novella collection "White Rose and Red Rose" by Ms. Zhang Ailing, who was born in 1920, published in 1944 in this time and space. Naturally, there is no legacy of the love story of the literary youth in the previous life.
, words that compare lovers to white moonlight and cinnabar moles.
After discussing this song in the car back on Friday night, it was obvious that Shao Qing and Weng Huaijing both went out of their way to research it after returning home. Naturally, they could not find the allusion. The only thing they could find was this period in the history of Great Britain (
War of the Roses).
Shao Qing sat upright again elegantly and intellectually, looking at Weng Huaijing who couldn't bear her questioning with a smile in his eyes, and as expected, he used the classic back-looking tactic.
Shao Qing turned his eyes and looked at Zhou Peipei, who was coming from the water bar, holding a white porcelain vase with a thin neck in her hand. After she placed the vase with several blooming lilies on the coffee table, she looked cute
Standing next to the sofa.
She patted the sofa next to her and motioned for Zhou Peipei to come and sit.
Shao Qing is quite pleased that Zhou Peipei has mastered the essence of "Duchess's leaning posture" without any teacher.
She keenly discovered that there was some unexplainable care in Zhou Peipei's cuteness.
Slowly removing his teachable expression towards Peipei, Shao Qing cleared his throat: "I briefly told Huaijing what happened on the phone, and I know you are all very concerned about it, but I am really relieved.
.”
While Shao Qing was talking, Weng Huaijing turned around and listened to her speech, while gesturing to Zhou Peipei with his eyes.
Zhou Peipei knowingly took out a brand new ashtray from the drawer under the coffee table, which also contained a lighter and a pack of Shao Qing's usual soft soda cigarettes.
Zhou Peipei actually has the kind of female college student accent that is not artificial at all: "Sister Qing, this is specially prepared for you by Sister Jing'er."
Shao Qing took the cigarette and lighter, looked directly at Weng Huaijing, and opened the cigarette with skillful movements of his hands.
"Snapped!"
"Comfortable!"
Lighting one, Shao Qing took a deep breath and said apologetically to Zhou Peipei: "Now I feel more comfortable. Peipei, I'm sorry. Sister Qing made the decision without asking for your opinion. But if you want to go back to Dingxin
, I’ll just tell Mr. Qi again.”
Zhou Peipei shook her head firmly and replied seriously: "It's okay. I originally wanted to follow Sister Jinger and Sister Qing."
While blowing smoke rings happily, Shao Qing told Weng Huaijing and Zhou Peipei the whole story, avoiding the content of the confidentiality agreement, and telling Weng Huaijing and Zhou Peipei everything he could.
Including the hidden secret identity of the male protagonist that was not explained in detail before.
"Oh my god, the man that Sister Qing has been in love with for sixteen years is actually her teacher, the source of trust mentioned many times in our undergraduate professional contract management textbook..."
"Anyway, at least I haven't hurt anyone. Not being a mistress is my last stubbornness, Shao Qing."
Faced with Zhou Peipei's thunderous expression, Shao Qing concluded with a relieved look: "This is also good for me. It's a complete ending. I have a house, a car and savings. I still have you two in my career. I
Quite contented.”
Shao Qing was sensitive to the fact that Weng Huaijing and Zhou Peipei were still looking at her with pity and relief in their eyes. She raised her wrist and took a look.
The three hands of the rose gold Piaget Antiplano 33mm ultra-thin mechanical watch worn on her white wrist accurately displayed the time - 20:17.
She remembered something and quickly picked up the TV remote control on the coffee table, turned on the TV and switched to the Pearl TV channel.
Only then did Shao Qing happily say to Weng Huaijing and Zhou Peipei: "I almost forgot about the fourth issue of "Star Language Silk Road" at 8:30."
She reached out and flicked the cigarette ashes, then raised her head and smiled.
"Pearl TV will release the edited version of "Talent Co., Ltd.", hoping to attract more viewers and increase the 24-hour on-demand volume of our first episode."
Weng Huaijing couldn't bear to see Shao Qing acting like this: "Don't think about work today..."
Zhou Peipei rolled her eyes:
"Sister Jinger, then I'll go get some wine, and we'll drink some red wine with Sister Qing."
Shao Qing grabbed Zhou Peipei who was halfway up, and said to Weng Huaijing with a sad face: "This program is very important to us now. To be honest, I regret giving 5% of the on-demand fee to Yan Qing, that fox."
She put out the cigarette butt and smiled.
"Tomorrow I will ask Xiaomiao if she will come back. This is the last source of income for our three sisters. Oh, why do I always feel vaguely that I am at a huge loss?"
Under Weng Huaijing's disgusted eyes, Shao Qing reluctantly watched Zhou Peipei move the lighter and ashtray to the other side of the coffee table.
"This show is very likely to be a hit. I have to wait for the first wave of word-of-mouth for tonight's show, as well as the sales data after the release of "Light Chaser". This may be related to the financial status of the three of us in the future. I am sorry for you.
Yes, I know you don’t want to see him at all."
After just a few words, Shao Qing was so angry with Weng Huai that he refused to talk to her.
She was such a wonderful person, and Weng Huaijing had nothing to do with her. Just guided by Shao Qing, the three of them chatted about the upcoming "Talent Co., Ltd." while waiting for the upcoming episode on TV.
The fourth issue of "Star Language Silk Road".
"Oh, you buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I left your head full of snow in the world." Is she really so relieved of such a forbearing relationship? "
Weng Huaijing glanced at Shao Qing's black hair that was no longer tied up, and sighed secretly.