Author: Lost Dragon

One day passed, and the number on the check that he saw on Principal Chen's desk still lingered in Song Huanxi's mind——

One article is worth her month's hard work. The key is that it doesn't cost anything, just a pen and a piece of paper to get started. It's a huge profit without any cost!

Song Huanxi returned home, changed out of her blue and white porcelain cheongsam, moved the pile of old newspapers to the table, and immediately started rummaging through it.

She remembered that Guo Hansang mentioned that Chen Xiao's article on "Beauty in London" was published in the Express.

She first picked out the express newspapers from the foot-high stack of old newspapers.

There are not many copies, only seven or eight copies - Wine and Coffee's The Legend of the Condor Heroes has become a big hit recently, Ming Pao is selling like hotcakes, and many fewer people are buying it along with other newspapers.

Song Huanxi is only worried now that among the seven or eight express newspapers, there is no article by Chen Xiao.

Fortunately, she finally found this London beauty in the fifth express newspaper!

Song Huanxi immediately started reading:

When I first arrived in the foggy city, I missed the blue sea and blue sky of the harbor city. The long-lasting fog made everything gray: street corners, benches, and street lamps.

As far as the eye can see, even the trees on the street and the pedestrians on the road have the color of fog.

After watching it for a long time, people can't help but feel irritable. Perhaps this is why the residents of Fog City love the dance party!

Because of the rainy weather all year round, gentlemen in London carry a black umbrella when they go out, which can also be used as a civilized stick.

When you meet an acquaintance on the street, you raise your hat and say hello.

The only thing I don't know is that if I hold my umbrella while wearing a hat, will the top of the umbrella often hit my head?

…

Seeing this, Song Huanxi smiled knowingly, and Principal Chen outlined a foreign scene in just a few words, making people feel as if they were actually there.

The last moment of humor was the finishing touch. She seemed to see the rainy streets of London——

Under black umbrellas, London gentlemen wearing black top hats passed each other. Suddenly two acquaintances bumped into each other. One of them subconsciously raised his top hat and moved his hand. Ah, he hit the umbrella!

…

After going to school and returning home, I gradually became familiar with life in the foggy city, and finally encountered the first ray of light in London.

Her name is Winnie, she is the bakery owner's daughter.

Unlike her father who was silent and focused on making bread, and her mother who was always complaining, Winnie didn't talk much, but she always made people feel a different kind of warmth:

"Chen, today is a rare sunny day!"

"There is still some leftover bread from yesterday, shall I pack it for you? It's much cheaper."

“You must try the freshly baked scones!”

She would secretly glance at her sarcastic mother, and then secretly give me some scraps from the oven - her father usually indulged her little willfulness and turned a blind eye to it.

So, I ate hot scones, freshly baked white bread, and fragrant waffles one after another——

To reciprocate love, I would often bring her a piece of chocolate, or an apple, sometimes a flower randomly picked off on campus, sometimes a hydrangea, sometimes a rose, depending on the season.

Exchanging gifts has become a little secret between Winnie and I.

…

Song Huanxi was fascinated by what she saw. She didn't expect that Principal Chen also had such a romantic past. But she had met Principal Chen's wife, who was a very capable Chinese woman. So, in the end, would this story be a tragedy?

With a little worry about the ending, Song Huanxi continued reading:

Since when did Winnie gradually disappear from my life?

Oh, by the way, it started when my new roommate Robert moved in.

He has the most common light blond hair in the UK. He is a member of the fraternity at school. He is very lively. The day after he moved in, he invited me to the dance that night.

I looked at the empty living room in disbelief: "Here? At night? Dance?"

He laughed and put his arms around my shoulders: "Haha, my brother, just wait for the wine and the beautiful woman to come to your door!"

He didn't lie to me. In the evening, guests arrived one after another: each guest brought a gift, either half a bottle of red wine, or a plate of cakes, and some also brought fruits.

One international student from India even brought a curry! We cooked a pot of rice to go with his curry!

The dance lasted all night long, and the beautiful girls started to rotate from one boy's arms to another. When everyone was drunk, the less beautiful girls began to rotate from one boy's arms to another.

In short, everyone keeps spinning, spinning, spinning.

From that day on, our residence almost became a dance hall, and dances were held every now and then.

The old lady who lived alone downstairs first banged her cane on the ceiling in protest, and then came to the door. After being dismissed by Robert's sweet talk, she also tried to call the police.

As a result, as soon as the police came in, they were pulled into a passionate kiss by a beautiful girl, and everyone was booing.

Those days were so absurd and wonderful!

The dance always lasted until early in the morning, and I gradually became unable to get up early. I no longer needed breakfast, and therefore lost the opportunity to meet Winnie.

If she hadn't suddenly appeared at the dance, maybe I would have completely forgotten about her.

Winnie is really a beautiful girl. As soon as she appeared, she stole everyone's attention. Boys lined up in a long line just to dance with her.

And I don't even have the courage to invite her.

After Winnie danced with all the boys, she came directly in front of me. She gasped and bent down, "Chen, don't you dance with me?"

I looked at her slender waist with some worry. She was also wearing an old-fashioned petticoat made of whalebone, which was narrower than a man's hands.

Winnie laughed and pulled me up. It happened to be a jazz song. I hugged her and swayed slowly. Her face was close to mine, and her long eyelashes brushed against my face, making my heart itch.

:

"Chen, why don't you come to the store? The bread I left for you is sour."

I am speechless.

From then on, Winnie became a frequent attendee at the dance, and she went from dancing with all the boys to dancing with me most of the time, and even later, everyone regarded us as a couple.

The enthusiasm of British girls made them brave enough to express their love. That night, after most of the people were drunk, Winnie put her arms around my neck and kissed my lips passionately. She called my name passionately, with a look in her eyes.

The reflection is all me: "Chen! Chen!"

I took a deep breath and pulled down her passionate arm with difficulty. I knew that my conservative and feudal father would never accept a blond daughter-in-law, let alone a daughter-in-law who was also blond and blue-eyed.

grandson.

How should I reject the girl I love?

…

Scumbag!

Song Huanxi slammed the newspaper onto the table, and drank another glass of wine and water!
Chapter completed!