Hong Kong Entertainment: The top class starts with great writers

Chapter 26
One day later, Song Huanxi still lingered in Song Huanxi's mind on the check that he saw on Xiao Chen's desk.

One article is worth a month of her hard work. The key is that there is no cost, just a pen and a piece of paper, and you can start working. It is simply a huge profit without capital!

Song Huanxi returned home, changed the blue and white porcelain cheongsam he was wearing, moved the stack of old newspapers to the table, and immediately rummaged through them.

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

From the foot-high stack of old newspapers, she first picked out the express papers.

The number of copies is not many, only seven or eight copies—the Condor Heroes of fine wine and coffee has become popular recently, and Ming Pao is selling well, and the number of people buying other newspapers is much less.

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

Fortunately, in the fifth bulletin, she finally found this article on London Beauty!
Song Huanxi immediately read:
As soon as I arrived in Fog City, I missed the blue sea and blue sky of Hong Kong City. The long-lasting fog made everything gray: street corners, benches, and street lights.

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 for a long time, one's heart can't help being irritable. Perhaps, this is the reason why the residents of Wudu love dances!
Because of the rainy days all year round, the gentlemen in London carry a black umbrella when they go out, which can also be used as a civilized staff.

When you meet acquaintances on the road, if you raise your top hat, you will say hello.

The only thing I don't know is that if I wear a hat and open an umbrella, will the top of the umbrella touch my head from time to time?

……

Seeing this, Song Huanxi smiled knowingly, and Xiao Chen outlined a scene of a foreign country with just a few words, which made people feel like they were there.

The last humor is the finishing touch, she seems to see the rainy streets of London——

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

……

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

Her name was Winnie, and she was the baker's daughter.

Unlike her father who was taciturn and focused on making bread, and her mother who was always complaining and chattering, Winnie didn't talk much, but she always made people feel a different kind of warmth:
"Chen, today is a rare sunny day!"

"I still have a little leftover bread from yesterday. May I pack it for you? It's much cheaper."

"The new scone, you must try it!"

She would sneak glances at her sarcastic mother, then sneak me a little off-cut from the oven—her father usually indulged her little waywardness and turned a blind eye to it.

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

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

Exchanging gifts has become an unspoken little secret between Winnie and me.

……

Song Huanxi was a little fascinated by it. She didn't expect that Chen Xiao had such a romantic past, but she had met Chen Xiao's wife. She was a very capable Chinese woman. So, at the end of this story, will it be a tragedy?
With a little worry about the ending, Song Huanxi continued to read:
Since when did Winnie gradually disappear from my life?
Oh yes, it started with my new roommate Robert moving in.

He has the most common light blond hair in the UK. He is a member of the fraternity in the school. He is very lively. He invited me to the evening dance the next day after moving in.

I looked at the empty living room and couldn't believe it: "Here? Evening? Prom?"

He laughed and hugged my shoulders: "Haha, my brother, just wait for good wine and beautiful women to come to your door!"

He didn't lie to me. In the evening, the guests came one after another: each guest brought a gift, or a half bottle of red wine, or a plate of cake, and some brought fruit.

An international student from India even brought a curry!We have a pot of rice cooked right now to go with his curry!
The dance lasted all night, and the beautiful girls spun from one boy's arms to another, and when everyone was drunk, the unattractive girls also began to twirl from one boy's arms to another.

In short, everyone has been spinning, spinning, spinning.

Since that day, our residence has almost become a dance hall, and dances will be held every now and then.

The old lady living alone downstairs first slammed on the ceiling with a cane to protest, and then came to the door. After being dismissed by Robert's rhetoric, she also tried to call the police.

As a result, as soon as the police came in, they were dragged into a hot kiss by a beautiful girl, and everyone booed.

Those days were both absurd and wonderful!
The dance always lasted until the wee hours of the morning, and I gradually became unable to get up early, no longer needed breakfast, and lost the opportunity to meet Winnie.

If she hadn't suddenly appeared at the ball, maybe I would really forget about her.

Winnie is such 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 didn't even have the courage to invite her.

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

I looked at her slender waist with some concern. She was still wearing an old-fashioned petticoat made of whalebone, and her waist 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 the long eyelashes brushed across my face, making my heart itchy :
"Chen, why don't you come to the shop? The bread I left for you is sour."

I am speechless.

Since then, Winnie has become a frequent guest at the ball, and she danced with all the boys at first, and danced with me most of the time, and even later, everyone regarded us as a couple.

The enthusiasm of British girls made them dare to express their love. That night, after most of them were drunk, Winnie wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my lips passionately. The reflection is all me: "Chen! Chen!"

I took a deep breath and pulled her passionate arm off with difficulty. I knew that my conservative and feudal father would never accept a blond daughter-in-law, let alone one who might also be blond. grandson.

How should I reject the girl I love?

……

Scumbag!

Song Huanxi slammed the newspaper onto the table, another good wine and pot water!
(End of this chapter)