MTL - To Save the Female Supporting Role As My Duty-Chapter 141v2 The miserable female supporting role who saved the Republic of China (17)

A week later, the denim jackets began to be sold in department stores and supermarkets. Many people rushed to buy them, but they were quickly sold out. The supply was short of demand.

Song Lingshu promoted denim clothes on the AB page of the last issue of Yanbao. Last time she went shopping, she took a few of them to the photo studio to take a picture. The handsome men and beautiful women are the best publicity pictures.

And Tong Bayue has been wearing denim clothes for the past few days, and the rich wives and ladies all rushed to ask where they bought them.

This caused a sensation when the clothes went on the market.

Originally, only department stores and supermarkets purchased goods. After a day, each store added a lot of orders.

The supervisors were so happy that they took the list and went to the production line to catch up. Song Lingshu listened to the report of the people below and nodded. Although most of the current buyers are people with spare money, it is impossible to open up the entire market at once. It is impossible for families with food and clothing problems to spend extra money to buy clothes that have just appeared on the market.

But denim can stand the test of the market. After a few years, everyone will find out how durable it is, so it is worth buying a pair.

The business of the textile factory is booming again. Not only has it recruited thousands of workers, but also purchased more than a hundred machines. This row of noodles seems to be the largest textile factory in Shanghai.

Yan Zhenggang also kept his promise, tried on the denim clothes himself, and after seeing the sales, he officially handed over the textile factory to Song Lingshu.

On the day the agreement was signed, everyone in the factory cheered. Yanxi City was not present. He didn't seem to care that the factory fell into other people's hands. On the contrary, he was a little fortunate that he never thought of inheriting the family business.

For a while, Yan Xizhi's name was spread in the streets and alleys for several days.

"Miss Si is really amazing." Yufeng sat in Tong Bayue's main room, while supervising Xiuxiu's writing in large characters, she turned over the newspapers.

It's not the Yanbao, but the Shanghai newspaper. Yan Bao was ashamed to brag about itself, but Shanghai News mentioned Yan Xizhi's name again and again, embellishing the fact that she saved two companies one after another, and almost boasted that she was a commercial **** of war.

"Didn't she tell you not to call Miss Fourth?" Tong Bayue sat on the chair, bowed her head to sew a schoolbag for Xiuxiu.

"But I always feel that I am far from her. I don't have the confidence. Seeing that she is getting more and more powerful, these newspapers are speculating who will take over the Yan family in the future? I always feel that it should be her. She is better than her." Those brothers and sisters are promising," Yufeng said.

Tong Bayue paused, raised her head and asked, "She's promising, and you're going to have **** with her?"

"Of course I don't want to, but after all, we are not from the same class. Sooner or later, because of our different circles, we will have nothing to talk about with each other. Although she occasionally comes to the theater, you also know that she is just because of our friendship." On the other hand, he is not a serious fancier."

Tong Bayue looked at her silently, not knowing what she was thinking.

"She will have a bigger world in the future, and she can meet more powerful people, so how can she have the opportunity to chat with us?" Yufeng said.

This is not unreasonable. Many people in the world have gradually lost contact in this way, and have become passers-by at a certain stage of life.

But this is no one's fault, people come and go, get together and disperse, it's normal.

Tong Bayue was distracted until she felt a pain in her fingertips, and then she realized that she accidentally stuck the needle.

"Oh, why are you so careless." Yufeng said.

"It's okay." Tong Bayue watched a drop of blood come out, put it in his mouth and licked it. When they hurt their fingers when they were young, the master asked them to **** it first, and the small injury would heal soon.

"Oh, Cao Cao Cao Cao is here, Miss Fourth is here." Yufeng said.

Tong Bayue raised her head to look at the door, and saw Song Lingshu walked away from the courtyard door refreshed and stood at the door.

The weather had warmed up, and there were signs of spring, and the sun fell on her, and the broken hair was dyed with a golden light.

"Long time no see, I miss you so much!" Song Lingshu opened his arms, rushed in, rubbed Xiuxiu's face, then hugged Yufeng, and finally walked towards Tong Bayue.

However, the other party was sitting. She weighed her posture with both hands in the air before bending over to hug him. She smelled a faint smell: "What smell?"

Tong Bayue came back to her senses and pointed her finger at her: "The smell of blood."

"..." Song Lingshu stared at the finger and frowned, "Why is it still bleeding?"

"A needle prick." Yufeng wiped her fingers with a clean cloth, and said with a smile, "She sewed a schoolbag for Xiuxiu, and she promised that it would be fine."

"Just go and buy one." Song Lingshu held the finger and looked down at the injury carefully.

Tong Bayue raised her eyes, looked directly at her cheek, and stayed on her eyelashes for a moment. The eyelashes blinked before she lowered her eyes and said, "A little injury, it will heal soon."

"Do you have any band-aids?" Song Lingshu asked.

"what is that?"

"It's a very convenient bandage..."

"No need, I have to go on stage at night, so I can't have anything in my hand." Tong Augustyue said.

"Okay." Song Lingshu sighed.

Tong Bayue picked up her needlework and schoolbag, dusted off her clothes: "Are you free today?"

"Well, I'm exhausted, I can finally rest for a day or two, and I'll be busy again the day after tomorrow." Song Lingshu sat down on the chair next to her, raised one leg, and shook it.

"What else are you busy with?"

Song Lingshu turned his head and waved his fingers.

Tong Bayue slowly approached, and after a while, the other party covered her mouth and said in her ear: "We are going to build an arsenal."

Tong Bayue's body was slightly stiff, and she subconsciously touched her earlobe before she raised her eyelids in surprise: "Arsenal?"

"Well, we're going to make more and better weapons, not for profit, just for this." Song Lingshu clenched his fists, "This one must be hard."

Tong Bayue was cheered up, looking at her energetic face, so proud and confident, she had envied her since she was a child.

"You can do it." Tong Bayue said firmly.

"I also think I can." Song Lingshu said without any humility.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"What are you whispering behind my back?" Yufeng asked from the opposite side.

Song Lingshu smiled and said, "It's nothing, you'll know after a while. You haven't cooked yet, have you? I invite you to go to the restaurant."

"Okay." Yufeng hugged Xiuxiu, "Come on, Xiuxiu, let's go have a big meal!"

Song Lingshu asked them what they wanted to eat, Tong Bayue was free, Yufeng said: "I want to try western food from foreigners. I have always heard that western food is very expensive, so I want to try it too."

"Then let's go." Song Lingshu took them to a delicious western restaurant. The owner was a foreigner. There was a piano in the hall, and there would be performances every day.

It's just that they didn't go by chance, the pianist happened to be sick and didn't come to work today.

"What a pity!" Yufeng lamented, "I haven't enjoyed the treatment of someone playing the piano for us when we are eating."

Song Lingshu laughed and said, "Isn't it just listening to less music?"

"You don't understand. We have been listening to operas since we were young, and we have only seen the piano a few times when we grew up. We have always been curious." Yufeng said, "Once August and I passed by the piano store, and we were outside the window. After looking at it for a long time, I still haven’t figured out how to play this thing.”

"Really?" Song Lingshu turned to look at Tong Bayue, saw that her eyes had been on the piano, and asked, "Do you want to hear it?"

Tong Bayue came back to her senses, and sighed with regret: "It's a pity that the pianist asked for leave..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Lingshu got up suddenly, and under the watchful eyes of everyone, he went to communicate with the boss. He spoke English, so the other people present did not know what they were talking about.

"What is she going to do?" Yufeng asked.

Tong Bayue didn't answer, but she had a vague guess in her heart, and she didn't confirm the guess until she saw her sitting down in front of the piano.

"She's not going to—"

"Hush." ​​Tong Bayue signaled her to be silent, and then looked at her quietly.

The slender fingers danced nimbly on the keys, and the soft and cheerful tune echoed in the restaurant, many people stopped to watch her performance.

Song Lingshu switched from "Ode to Joy" to "To Alice" and "The Bell".

Tong Bayue's gaze moves with her constantly changing fingers. The black and white piano keys seem to be magical, and can compose various tones and melodies, which is fascinating.

The steak was on the table, and Song Lingshu also finished the performance and returned to the table. Unsurprisingly, he received the amazement and admiration of his partners.

Yufeng: "You are amazing! Can you play the piano?"

Xiuxiu applauded in a small arc: "Sister Yan is really amazing."

"Small meaning." Song Lingshu accepted their rainbow farts with a smile, then looked at Tong Bayue and raised her eyebrows triumphantly, "How is it? Do you like it?"

Tong August nodded: "It sounds good."

"Not many know it." Song Lingshu didn't intend to be modest. She really only knows such classic pieces. Memorize it by heart, and there are only a few songs.

"Don't be modest, just by playing like that, you will know that your skills are not simple." Yufeng said.

Very good, the effect of hard training will come out now.

Song Lingshu smiled and said, "Hurry up and eat the steak."

It was not the first time for Tong Bayue to eat. As a guest of the rich and powerful, she also opened a lot of foreign meat, and she picked up the knife and fork very skillfully.

It was the first time for Yufeng and Xiuxiu to eat. They looked at Song Lingshu eagerly, not knowing what to do.

Song Lingshu gave them a demonstration, holding a knife in his right hand and a fork in his left. One big and one small imitated her movements in a decent manner, slowly cutting the steak.

Xiuxiu was weak, she swiped and pulled twice, then put down the knife and fork, Tong Bayue carried her over, sat next to her, cut a small plate for her, and asked her to eat with chopsticks.

Yufeng also wanted to eat with chopsticks, so she kept chopping and chopping. Seeing this, Song Lingshu handed her the portion she had cut: "You eat, I'm not too hungry."

"That's so embarrassing." Yufeng took it with a smile, and sat down to enjoy the food, "It's delicious without hands."

Tong Bayue glanced at her a few times, then glanced sideways at Song Lingshu who was talking and laughing with her, her eyes darkened, she turned her head and continued to look after Xiuxiu, feeling depressed for no reason, her face pale.

After eating, several people walked out of the gate, and Yufeng asked casually, "Why didn't that Young Master Dai show up with you?"

"He went home a few days ago. Why, do you want to see him?"

"Of course not!" Yufeng covered her face, "I thought you two were dating."

"No." Song Lingshu looked at the time, "I'll go to the textile factory again, and I won't go with you, bye."

Yufeng waved to her, and then walked back with Tong Bayue. When she turned the corner, Tong Bayue stopped suddenly and said solemnly, "She and Mr. Dai are just friends."

"Um?"

"There is no affection between them."

"Oh... If you don't have it, you don't have it. Why are you saying this all of a sudden?" Yufeng asked blankly.

"It's nothing." Tong Bayue frowned, even she didn't know what to say.

In the evening, Tong Bayue bathed Xiuxiu, put her to bed, and continued to sew schoolbags.

In fact, buying a schoolbag is very easy for her. She sewed it by herself not to show her love for Xiuxiu, but to fulfill a dream of her own.

When I was young, a family lived opposite the theater. The little girl was as big as them, but she was very naughty, and her schoolbag was often broken.

She often passes through the two gates and sees her mother sitting at the door sewing schoolbags.

That scene left a deep impression on her. If her mother was still alive, would she have patiently and meticulously sewed for her in the same way by sunlight and moonlight?

At that time, she thought that if she had a child in the future, she must sew a schoolbag for the child.

Although Xiuxiu is not her child, and she doesn't know if she will have a child in the future, it doesn't affect what she wants to do right now.

If you don't pay attention, the night will be deep. At this time, someone is knocking on the door.

She put down her needle and thread and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me, open the door."

Tong Bayue hurriedly opened the door, but she didn't expect more than one person to come.

"Quickly let it go, it's too big to get in." Song Lingshu pulled her aside, then pointed at the strong men behind, "Carry it to the main room first."

"What is this?" Tong August asked.

"Piano." Song Lingshu walked into the main room, looked around, moved a chair away, and directed, "Let's put it here."

The workers set up the piano, took their wages and left.

"What are you buying a piano for?" Tong Bayue asked blankly.

"For you and Xiuxiu to play."

"Play? How expensive is this thing!"

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't wake up Xiuxiu."

Tong Bayue lowered her voice: "I don't want it, you should hurry up and leave."

"What's the refund? I bought it for Xiuxiu, as a replacement for her New Year's gift, can't I? And I can teach her myself to save more money." Song Lingshu said confidently.

Tong Bayue had nothing to do with her. Watching her busy around, she found that she was already very familiar with this family, and she didn't need to ask any more questions, just rummaged through the box and found it.

She suddenly thought of what Yufeng had said during the day, and suddenly called out: "Yan Xizhi."

Song Lingshu was taken aback, it was the first time she heard her calling him by name. Turning to look at her, she saw that she was leaning against the piano with her head half down. The moonlight outside the window happened to fall behind her, drawing a long shadow.

At the end of the shadow is her Song Lingshu.

"Will you forget us in the future?" Tong Bayue raised her head, "Forget Yufeng, Xiuxiu, and...me?"

"Why do you ask that suddenly?" Song Lingshu walked up to her in a daze.

"Yufeng said, when you become a dragon and phoenix in the future, you may not talk to us anymore. That's how many people are scattered..."

"No, I won't get separated from you." Song Lingshu said.

Tong Bayue's eyelashes trembled: "Why are you so sure?"

"I can't explain this to you. You just need to know that you are my cause and effect, and I will only revolve around you in my life."

There was a ripple in Tong Bayue's heart. She looked at her deeply, and before she had time to think about it, she suddenly heard Song Lingshu hiss.

"Just looking for something, it seems that I accidentally poked your needle." Song Lingshu raised his hand in embarrassment, and his index finger was also honorably injured.

"..."

"No big deal, I'll go home later, I have—"

Before she could say the word Band-Aid, Tong Bayue suddenly pinched her finger and put it in her mouth.

Song Lingshu's body seemed to be nailed in place, unable to move, only her breathing rate fluctuated, reminding her that this was not a dream.

The moonlight melted, and the room was so quiet that a needle could be heard, even the sound of breathing seemed to be multiplied several times, and the heartbeat echoed.

The echo was louder when she heard a little movement as she licked and sucked.

She trembled and accidentally touched the keys of the piano, and a burst of rapid and deep sound called her soul back.

Tong Bayue let go of her hand and checked the injury: "It seems that there is no bleeding."

"Um......"

Tong Bayue: "What did you just say? What do you have?"

Song Lingshu: "I have... I have a little donkey, I never ride it~"

Tong August: "?"

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