In the morning, when the maid A Chu was about to insert the Xue Hanfang hairpin into Ren Cailing's hair time, she heard Liu Ma's hurried shouting.

"What's up?"

"Madam, when I was shopping for groceries just now, I heard the newspaper seller say that there was a shooting in the hospital last night. So, I bought one and brought it back." Liu Ma has stayed in Xiao's house for more than 30 years. Faithful, she handed over the newspaper and walked away. Ren Cailing took it and read it, and sure enough, the newspaper clearly recorded the shooting and killing of a doctor. Desperate, she hurried to her daughter's room.

"Tongtong, Tongtong." Ren Cailing pushed open the room, but found that her daughter had already woken up.

"Where will she go?" Ren Caiqin, who was standing in the room, said to herself.

Ah Chu, who followed her closely, said, "Madam, Ah Jiu said that she saw the young lady in the back garden just now."

In the garden, crystal clear dew, like glass beads, trembled on the tips of the leaves. This reminds Xiao Yuntong involuntarily of the Tang Dynasty Wei Yingwu's "The Rhythm of Dewdrops", "A drop of dew on the autumn lotus falls into the sky in the clear night. In the future, on the jade plate, it will not be known until it is round." The pure and dynamic dew is depicted realistically.

Seeing her daughter walking around in the garden, Ren Cailing felt a lot more at ease.

"Tongtong, I heard that there was a shooting in your hospital?"

Seeing his mother, Xiao Yuntong stopped: "Mother, who did you listen to?"

"This newspaper has been published. A doctor was also killed." Ren Cailing said worriedly: "Child, come home, you have food and shelter, and you don't care about the money."

"Mom, it's not about money or not, women should also have their own careers."

"Look at you, you shouldn't have let you go out in the first place. What career a woman wants, marry a good husband, look after her husband and teach children at home." Seeing her mother's stubbornness, Xiao Yuntong couldn't say anything, she knew that women were incompetent It is the virtue of this view that is deeply ingrained.

"Mother, aren't I fine now, I'm fine." She comforted: "I believe there will be no next time. The newspapers are all nonsense. No doctor was killed at all, just a few scratches."

Ren Cailing lowered her eyes and sighed in a low voice, "The current situation is so chaotic."

Knowing that her mother was worried, Xiao Yuntong held her hand and acted like a spoiled child: "Don't worry, I can really take care of myself."

Ren Cailing looked at her and said, "How are you getting along with Team Tang? I heard that your Aunt Wei's nephew is also very good. She mentioned it again yesterday when she came."

At this moment, Xiao Yuntong's heart was numb, she was a little suspicious of Tang Qizhen's feelings for her, and after a few words, she walked upstairs.

The soft mist paints the sky of Shanghai a soft milky white, turning the buildings of different heights into hazy and psychedelic.

Standing in front of the window, Xiao Yuntong sighed softly: It would be great if there was no war! The war has made the prosperous city into depression, thousands of people are homeless, and countless righteous people have thrown their heads and blood, making the family even worse and the country even more impoverished.

Seeing a streak of red in the sky, Xiao Yuntong changed his clothes and walked downstairs. The garden-style garden, the pavilions and pavilions, show the owner's quiet and elegant temperament.

After walking a few steps, heard a whimpering sound coming from the pavilion. She walked up quietly. But she saw Xiaocui, who had just entered the door, constantly wiping her tears under the tree.

"Xiao Cui, what's wrong with you?"

"Miss." Seeing her, Xiao Cui hurriedly wiped the tears from her cheeks. Xiaocui was married to Jinbiao a while ago. Because she was a maid, and she was a concubine, she basically didn't call her relatives, she just went through the process.

Xiao Yuntong sat down beside her and asked softly, "Is it uncomfortable there?"

"No, no." Xiaocui shook her head desperately.

"I'll give you a pulse." Xiao Yuntong took her hand involuntarily. Rolling up his sleeves, he found that there were patches of purple healing on his hands. She was stunned. He thought that the second brother was just lazy and just having fun. He didn't want to be so rude.

Xiaocui withdrew her hand and tried to cover it with her sleeve.

"He beat you?" Xiao Yuntong said indignantly: "My father!"

"No, no!" Hearing that she was going to find Jinbiao's theory, Xiaocui held her hand tightly and begged, "Miss, don't go. I beg you."

Xiao Yuntong glanced at her with pity, how many people have created their own incomplete lives because of their cowardice.

"Wait!" Xiao Yuntong noticed that her pulse was a little abnormal, and hurriedly told her to stop.

"Have you always felt stuffy in your chest these days, and your bowel movements are not normal?"

"Miss, how do you know? Am I sick?" Xiao Cui cried and said with a sullen face. All her monthly money was robbed by the third young master, and she was really afraid that she would run out of money to see a doctor.

"It's okay" Xiao Yuntong patted her palm and said, "Xiao Cui, you are pregnant, I'll go tell my father and mother right now."

At this time, the servant came over: "Miss, Miss Zhou is looking for you."

Xiao Yuntong just remembered that a few days ago, she made an appointment with Zhou Ning to go to the tailor shop to make cheongsam.

"Xiao Cui, wait, I'll get justice for you when I come back tonight!"

In the hall of the standing guest, Zhou Ning was still dressed as a student, and the light blue student dress was pure and refined on her body.

"Zhou Ning, you are here."

"Cousin." Zhou Ning raised the gift in front of her and said, "This is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake my mother made this morning. I'll show it to you."

"Thank you cousin for me." Xiao Yuntong smelled it through the thick oiled paper, and immediately got drunk. A thin fragrance penetrated into his heart, which was really the fragrance of osmanthus flowers in August. The sweets made in season are also very attractive.

Inside the tailor shop, Zhou Ning walked out shyly. The small and exquisite figure is even more graceful.

"Cousin." Look at Zhou Ning who came out wearing a cheongsam.

Xiao Yuntong's eyes lit up. The white cheongsam all sets off Zhou Ning's elegance and grace. The neckline of the cheongsam is a small silver border, delicate but not luxurious. A small patch of emerald green is embroidered below, and a pink lotus flower is set against it.

"Very good!" Xiao Yuntong praised: "What a little beauty."

"Cousin will make fun of me." Zhou Ningjiao turned around and entered the fitting room.

Xiao Yuntong chose a round-neck dark-flowered cheongsam with black tassels, which not only showed her elegant charm, dignified and dignified, but also enhanced Tingting's temperament.

After choosing the cheongsam, the two left the cheongsam shop happily.