Fengtian, Tongluo Lane, Songzhai
"It's the New Year in the first month of the year, it's the first day of the new year~"
Uncle Song avoided the warm morning sun, picked up the tea tray and hummed a little tune, walked past the verandah and knocked on the door of the east courtyard:
"Miss, the morning tea you asked for is here. I was afraid that you would be hungry if you didn't eat, so I warmed you a few slices of the steamed buns sent by my wife."
"Hahahaha, that's called cheese bread, okay, okay, I'm already up, bring it in."
"Okay~"
After hearing the eldest lady's words, Uncle Song walked into the carved door. Song Siyuan was wearing a nightgown and standing busy in the west study room.
He opened the gauze curtain and walked in. There was a huge wooden board on the side of the study, which was covered with strange black and white photos. The photos were connected with each other with various colored lines, which looked dense and mysterious.
"Miss, you've been back for seven or eight days now. You haven't eaten or slept all day long. Is this just for this?"
Although Uncle Song was not very literate, he still knew that this thing was very important to her when he saw her spending so much time tidying up. He put down the tea tray, took out the cup and wiped it clean with silk cloth.
The fragrant tea enters the cup and arouses waves of sweetness and warmth!
Song Siyuan turned around, picked up the white porcelain tea cup, and nodded to Uncle Song with gray hair:
"Uncle Song, the notes were lost in that place. Fortunately, I hung the camera around my neck to avoid being wiped out. I have to sort out the contents of the notes before the memory disappears in the past few days."
Uncle Song thought about her experience and frowned with worry:
"Let me tell you, Miss, you are so noble and noble, you should not go to that barbaric place. When you come back, your body is covered with wounds. You said that the master and his wife will be back in the next few days. If I want to see you covered with wounds, I will How to explain."
Song Siyuan shrugged and smiled playfully at the old housekeeper:
"Don't worry, Uncle Song. When my parents come back, I will explain to them myself. Just go out. I have to write things out quickly."
"Okay, I won't disturb you anymore."
After Uncle Song left, Song Siyuan pulled out her chair and sat in front of the desk, took out a pen and wrote the title on yellow silk paper:
"Anecdote: The great bandit Tang Dianrong in the late Qing Dynasty caused a shocking tragedy, and the entire clan in the ancient town was massacred"
A few hours passed, Song Siyuan put aside all distracting thoughts, concentrated on supplementing what she had seen and heard these days based on historical data, and restored many details of the massacre of Wu Coffin Town by Tang Dianrong.
When she was writing to the fullest, she could even feel the characters she wrote jumping onto the page one by one, crying out their tragic experiences with blood and tears.
Swish, swish, swish, and the writing is finished.
She looked at the thick stack of reports in front of her and took a long breath. This would be the most explosive and in-depth press release in her journalism career!
"Sister, I'm here to see you."
Song Siyuan stretched, and Song Qingyang opened the door and walked in with the medicine box.
"Why are you here now? Didn't I tell you to knock on the door?"
Thinking of the way Song Qingyang saw her yawning, Song Siyuan was a little embarrassed.
"We are two childhood sweethearts. It doesn't matter if we see it. I'm here to bring you some big news!"
Song Qingyang pretended to be mysterious, which aroused Song Siyuan's curiosity. She walked out of the desk and punched him in the heart:
"Okay, stop being so pretentious and tell me quickly. This is something my friend asked me to ask."
When Song Qingyang heard her mention Yue Guanchao, he immediately became displeased:
"You can't be talking about Mr. Yue, right? If I had known it was him, I wouldn't have run around for you."
Song Siyuan narrowed her eyes with a playful look on her face: "You seem to be very dissatisfied with him."
"Of course, don't look at your body. The skin and tender flesh on your body are usually covered with wounds."
Song Qingyang didn't wait for her to agree, and opened the medicine box and took out bottles and cans: "These are the nutritional supplements sent by the Northeast Foreign Business Association, and the good white medicine I got for you, which can help you get better faster."
"Oh, Uncle Song has already prepared these things. Hurry up and give me the information I want."
Seeing that Song Siyuan was a little impatient, Song Qingyang quickly took out the information bag: "You asked me to investigate Lu Yurong, and I traced it for you. This person is not an easy person."
Song Qingyang took out a photo from the document bag, and Song Siyuan took it. The moment she saw her clearly, her eyes widened.
She has thin eyebrows, light make-up, a bright upturned nose, and an oval face.
Her wavy hair was permed and pushed into a modern bun, her bangs were combed to the top of her head, and a silvery-white camellia was stuck on her temples. She had a gorgeous face, and she wore a new style cheongsam to show off her slender figure.
This woman with exquisite makeup has a face that is a thousand times more beautiful than ordinary people. Her red lips make her look like a peach blossom in spring.
Song Siyuan looked at Song Qingyang: "Why did you give me photos of famous actors in Futangyuan?"
Song Qingyang's eyes became mysterious and he nodded helplessly:
"Who is the Lu Yurong you are looking for? I didn't find any clues at first. The Northeast has been in turmoil in recent years, and Lu Yurong's information only stayed in his teens. I thought he was gone long ago, until I saw that Lou Yunxian was on the list. After being interviewed by Modern Times magazine and reading her autobiography of her life, I finally connected her with the little girl in the photo!"
"It can only be said that fate has a twist on people. It turns out that a famous actor in the opera world who is famous in the three eastern provinces actually has such a life."
Song Siyuan knew that Song Qingyang was not joking, so she opened the information bag like crazy and started browsing Lou Yunxian's magazine reports half a year ago!
…
