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Apartment 17.699 (17)
The tense atmosphere only lasted for a few minutes. People judged the danger from the sound of the cannon, and they thought it was just a false alarm, so they didn't care much. Reading at zero
The hotel lobby was restored to order, and foreign guests who were transferred from Licha Hotel checked in one after another. The lady sitting on the sofa satirizing Zong Ying finally picked up the delicate porcelain cup and took a sip of coffee with peace of mind.
There was a rumble of gunfire outside, but it was peaceful inside.
The greasy smell floated in the air, and the waiter who delivered the coffee walked up to Zong Ying and politely asked her to leave.
Zong Ying finally raised her head that had been hanging down, and she said, "I'm waiting for someone."
The lady drinking coffee next to her put down the cup, raised her lips, and said meaningfully, "I've been waiting for more than ten minutes, and no one has come."
Zong Ying clasped his hands tightly, pressed his elbows on his knees, and repeated: "I'm waiting for someone."
The waiter asked, "Then which guest are you waiting for, miss?"
Zong Ying didn't want to answer, he bent his spine and lowered his head in silence. There were only two pairs of shoes in her sight, a pair of bloody sneakers and a pair of shiny leather shoes, which did not seem to be in the same world.
When the waiter saw that she didn't answer, his words were no longer euphemistic. Just when he sternly tried to drive Zongying away, Sheng Qing let him walk over quickly, bent down and whispered to her, "Sorry for keeping you waiting." Reach out to her.
He didn't say more, and didn't scold the waiter for being rude. Seeing that Zong Ying didn't respond, he simply took the initiative to help her up.
After experiencing the war in the suburbs yesterday, he had obviously accepted the ruthlessness and ruthlessness of wartime, and showed complete calmness.
He noticed that Zong Ying's hand was cold, but after entering the elevator, he let go and asked cautiously, "Miss Zong, are you okay?"
Zong Ying didn't say anything, but his bloodless face had already given the answer.
The elevator door opened, Sheng Qing asked her to take her out, and met a couple with a very young girl.
That little girl was wearing a snow-white dress, her face was pink and tender and very cute. She didn't seem to care about other people's embarrassment, raised her head and gave Zong Ying a smile.
Walking through the long corridor, Sheng Qing asked to take out the key to open the door of the guest room, and stood at the door to explain with Zongying: "Today there are many guests coming from the north bank of Suzhou River, the hotel is almost full, only this one is left, let's rest for the time being. a bit."
He said and glanced at Zong Ying's shoes, opened the cabinet and took the slippers for her.
Zong Ying silently changed out of his sneakers and went into the bathroom with his shoes.
Closing the door and turning on the light, the dim light shone down. Turning on the faucet forcefully, the water flowed continuously. She reached out to take a sip of water, lowered her head and buried her face in it to wash it. After several repetitions, the pale face was finally forced out a little blood by the cold water.
"Blue Gourd Sword Fairy"
She took off her trousers again, rubbed her trouser legs under the water, and the blood flowed down the clean white porcelain basin. Rub it, the color of the blood water will be darker, and then rub it again, and it will be darker, as if it can't be washed clean.
Then came the socks, and finally the shoes. Zong Ying washed it for a long time, and the sound of gunfire outside kept on and off. When she came out of the shower, the sound of cannons on the Huangpu River finally stopped.
With no clothes to change, Zong Ying came out wearing a bathrobe.
Sheng Qingrang heard the movement, put the documents back into the briefcase, turned around and saw Zong Ying, stunned for a moment, but immediately walked to the bathroom.
There was only one big bed in the room, the balcony window was half open, and it was banged by the typhoon.
Zong Ying stepped forward and closed the window tightly, closed the curtains, and lay down on the sofa against the wall.
The doors and windows were closed, the gunfire stopped, and when closed eyes, could only hear the sound of water in the bathroom.
When the water in the bathroom stopped, Zong Ying was already asleep on the sofa.
The sofa was cramped and she fell asleep in a cramped, uncomfortable sleep.
Sheng Qingrang walked to the sofa and took a blanket to cover her, but he couldn't bear her sleeping so hard, he leaned over, straightened up, leaned over, straightened up again hesitating for a long time, his fingers were always Take it back when you touch the bathrobe.
At this moment, Zong Ying furrowed his brows even tighter, which prompted him to finally bend down, stretch out his hand carefully, and carry Zong Ying away from the sofa.
Zong Ying's forehead was on the side of his neck, his breathing was not smooth, and his teeth seemed to be clenched.
Just after he took a step forward, Zong Ying opened his eyes.
She raised her eyelids and saw only his neck, his Adam's apple, and his jaw. She said hoarsely, "Mr. Sheng."
Sheng Qing made his back shoulders tense suddenly, he looked down at her, breathing close to each other, the situation was embarrassing, neither let it go nor let it go.
After hesitating for three or five seconds, he held his breath, avoided Zong Ying's gaze, and did what he had just decided to do to the end—send Zong Ying to the bed, then let go of his hand, and stood aside to explain, "That sofa is too big. Little, Miss Zong still sleeps properly."
Zong Ying watched him finish speaking, then he turned around and walked towards the sofa, and suddenly said: "The sofa is narrow, I can't sleep, can you sleep?" Then he asked, "Mr. Sheng, are you taking the medicine?"
"Bring it."
"Then after taking the medicine—" Zong Ying glanced at the right side of the big bed and said calmly, "Go to bed and sleep."
After Zong Ying finished speaking, she lay down, soft and thin covering her body, she closed her eyes and wanted to fall asleep quickly. But it backfired. At this moment, all the sounds in the room became extraordinarily clear, the sound of pouring water, the sound of the plate capsule tin foil being poked open, even the sound of swallowing, and finally the sound of putting down the water glass.
There was no movement for a long time, Sheng Qingrang stood in front of the coffee table and thought for a long time, and finally took a blanket and went back to the bed to lie down.
There were sporadic speeches in the corridor outside, Zong Ying opened his eyes, turned his back to him and asked, "Is there anything wrong with arriving at the public concession so early?"
Sheng Qing kept his voice low: "The Sheng family's Yangshupu factory needs to sign a letter of assignment with the Germans. My eldest brother is here to meet the Germans, and I will also be there."
"What time is it?"
"It was originally 7:30 in the morning, but I just called at the reception to confirm, my brother changed the time to 4:30 in the afternoon."
Change the morning to the afternoon, why wait here and not go home?
Zong Ying just raised this question, but immediately put it down. Tens of thousands of people poured into the concession. The situation outside was difficult to control for a while, and the transportation was even more inconvenient. It was too troublesome and unsafe to return to their home in the French Concession from here, and then go back to work in the afternoon.
Besides they are tired.
Zong Ying thought of the elder brother of the Sheng family smoking a cigarette, the closed reception room of the Sheng Mansion, and the smoky residential house in Hongkou. She asked, "Mr. Sheng, do you really dislike other people's smoking?"
Sheng Qing made silence for a while, his voice flat and slow: "When I was a child, the house was always full of smoke."
"Which house?"
"Uncle's house."
Zong Ying guessed something, he belongs to the Sheng family, but he does not belong to the Sheng family.
"You grew up in the uncle's house?"
"kindness."
"and after?"
"Fortunately, I went to France with the help of the school and stayed in Paris for some years."
"How old were you then?"
"Eighteen."
Staying in an environment that don't like, and most eager to fly away, Zong Ying has a deep understanding of it, and she no longer inquires.
At this time, Sheng Qingrang asked, "Miss Zong, did the news last time cause you any trouble?" He was referring to the article that exposed her relationship with Xinxi in the media.
Zong Ying didn't answer directly, she curled up her legs and said with a sigh, "Go to sleep."
One almost drove all night, the other listened to the wailing and howling songs all night, and went through several hours of torment in the morning, exhausted both physically and mentally, and the sound of breathing in the room gradually replaced the intermittent speech. Sound, the sky outside is always dark and gray.
It was already 4 o'clock in the afternoon when woke up, and the sound of bombing came from the Huangpu River. The two sat up amid the sound of cannons, and both missed their lunch.
Sheng Qing made a look at the time, asked the waiter to bring some food, then went into the bathroom to get dressed, and planned to go downstairs to make an appointment after dinner.
Zong Ying touched the legs of the trousers on the chair. They were still trendy, but they didn't affect the wearing. Taking advantage of Sheng Qing letting him enter the bedroom, he quickly changed his clothes.
She poured a glass of cold water, sat on the sofa and drank slowly, then got up a little anxiously, touched the cigarette case on the coffee table, rubbed it repeatedly in her hand, and finally picked up a box of matches, planning to go to the outside balcony smoke a cigarette.
Sheng Qingrang seemed to have sensed her intention one step earlier, so he simply opened the balcony door and went outside to avoid it, then turned around and said, "Miss Zong, please feel free."
He did this, which made Zong Ying suppress the idea of smoking even more, and she decided to drink another glass of water.
She had just thought of this, and before she even took a step, Sheng Qingrang suddenly rushed in from the balcony, pounced on her almost instantly, and pressed her to the floor.
The deafening explosion sounded, and the whole building trembled. A few seconds later, the sound of the cannon sounded again, as if it was close to the ear.
The ash on the wall fell down, and the ceiling lamp was crumbling. After a minute, the sound of gunfire stopped outside. Zong Ying didn't say a word. Sheng Qing let her guard her tightly, and said over and over again, sticking to her ear, "Zong Ying said. It's alright, ma'am, it's alright."
Zong Ying coughed violently in the smoke, Sheng Qing let her go, and wanted to find a glass of water for her, but the house was almost a mess.
This huge building, after a brief silence, was greeted with panic-stricken wailing and cries - the survivors fumbled downstairs, trying to figure out what happened and where to go. Avoid this danger again.
Broken clothes and shoes were scattered everywhere in the stairwell, and the further down the stairs, the worse it became. The stumps and arms were lying on the floor covered with thick white ashes. The air was intertwined with the bloody and pungent smell of gunpowder. When they reached the first floor, Zong Ying Seeing that the body of a child was flattened by the air current and pressed tightly against the wall, the original snow-white skirt was covered in blood, and his face was blurred—
It was Xiao Nan whom she met at the elevator entrance in the morning. She was the first person to smile at Zong Ying today.
Sheng Qingrang walked to the more messy hall, and a hand stretched out from the ruins and grabbed his feet: "Old third, hurry up, hurry up and save me."
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