Shen Liangjun's prosthetic limb was installed smoothly. He had already gone through several weeks of training and he was willing to work hard. After installing the new prosthetic limb today, he can walk normally after a simple break-in.

Of course, it is still incomparable with normal people. The normal walking mentioned here means walking independently without relying on external forces.

However, out of concern, Xibao still forcibly gave him a cane.

At this moment, several people were taking measurements in Mr. Nalan's tailor shop. Because he was in a good mood, Mr. Wen Zhong also wanted to make some winter clothes, so he went in with them.

"Xibao, do you want to make a few more? I've asked the locals that it's not the coldest time yet, and those winter coats you brought won't be of any use in the next 39 days."

Xibao shook his head at him and smiled: "Why do we need to wait until then? Now that we are looking for our master and senior brother, it would be better to go back earlier."

"Go back?" Wen Zhongjun lifted the door curtain, "Go back to Beijing? I don't want to go back! Now Yuwen Shike is very angry. If you go back, I will eat you alive."

He said, as if thinking of something again, he smiled and said: "But if you want to go back to Shanghai, I have no objection."

After hearing this, Shen Liangjun also stuck his head out and said, "It's so good to go to Shanghai. I've never been to Shanghai in my life."

Wen Zhongjun then chatted with Shen Liangjun about the good life in Shanghai, and once again left Xibao alone in the front hall.

Mr. Nalan is a rare tailor in Fengtian. His store is also decorated in a European style. There is a large floor-to-ceiling window in front of the door. From the outside, you can have a clear view of the decoration inside the store, the hanging fashions and the customers admiring the goods.

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Xibao was sitting at a European-style round table by the window. The foreign clerk in an apron brought her a cup of hot milk, and she put her hands on the cup to keep warm.

The clerk didn't go far, and kept standing nearby looking at Xibao.

Xibao was a little embarrassed by the sight, and subconsciously reached for his wallet and said, "Should I give you a tip? Sorry, I thought this was a tailor shop -"

"No, no tip is required."

The clerk waved his hands repeatedly, feeling a little embarrassed, "I just like to look at you. You are a very beautiful Chinese woman."

Xibao was praised for her beauty by many people, but at this moment, she suddenly felt a little guilty and a little flattered.

Because few people would add the word "Chinese" before her identity.

If a person's identity is suddenly preceded by her country, she is representing this country.

Xibao never thought that one day she would be able to represent this country.

Out of politeness, she smiled at the other person and returned the compliment with the same compliment.

"You speak Chinese very well. I didn't expect to see you working in our Chinese shop."

The clerk lowered his head and smiled slightly, and said: "There are also poor people among foreigners, and Mr. Nalan is a very good teacher."

As she spoke, she suddenly raised her chin toward the direction of the window and smiled: "I think he is here to find you."

After she finished speaking, she went to do her own business.

Xibao then slowly turned around, expecting that it would be a theater fan who recognized her. After all, she had become somewhat famous in Fengtian recently, and occasionally she would meet one or two theater fans who came to ask for autographs.

But when she saw clearly the appearance of the person coming, she was really surprised.

He was wearing a set of gray linen overalls, his figure was haggard, his face was dirty, his hair looked like it hadn't been washed for several days, and only his eyes were as bright as when they first met.

He was extremely excited at the moment, waving his arms rapidly towards Xibao, with an innocent smile, as if he had never seen any dark corner of the world.

Ke Xibao's mood at this moment was too complex to be expressed in words.

She was even a little frightened and stood up from the chair in an instant.

Yes, this person is Yu Wenliang.

He seemed to want to come in through the front door to talk to Xibao, but the doorman stopped him because he was not dressed appropriately.

Xibao didn't want to make things worse, so he had to go to the door to meet him.

"Young Master Yuwen, why are you here?"

"I'm here to see you!"

Yu Wenliang was very happy, but he soon turned cold.

"Why did you start calling me young master? Didn't we always feel relaxed when we met before?"

"But you are young Master Yuwen."

Xibao deliberately distanced himself from Yu Wenliang.

Now that she knows Jiang Yifu's plan, there is no need for her to deceive Yu Wenliang's feelings and do such immoral things.

"I saw you in the audience that night at the Yuwen Mansion singing hall, and I was thinking, ah, no wonder even Zhang Bolin wants to make friends with you. It turns out that you are a child of the Yuwen family. I am so naive. In Beijing,

, who else is worthy of having this surname? I didn’t even think of it at the beginning.”

"Xibao, you have to listen to my explanation——"

"Young Master, there is no need to explain."

Xibao deliberately took a step back, "I can understand you. If someone like me pesters you and talks nonsense outside, it will be very difficult for you. It's right that you don't want to reveal your identity to me.

Yes, I understand you completely."

"Xibao, are you angry with me?"

Yu Wenliang was a little sad. He thought that she would be moved by the fact that he traveled thousands of miles, went through many hardships, and escaped being wanted by Fengtian to see her.

I didn't expect that my moment of caution would lead to such a misunderstanding.

I didn't want Xibao but completely ignored his sadness, and still backed away: "Look, you don't even call me Boss Liu anymore. That's right, now that I know your identity, you are the superior Mr. Yuwen, so there is no need.

Use the honorific title for me as an opera singer. You see, there is such a huge difference between us."

"Xibao, ah no—Boss Liu, could you please stop saying these things? I'm really sad."

Xibao turned around and said as if she didn't want to see him again: "You'd better go back quickly. Even if you come to see me, what will happen? Can you disobey your father? They love you so much,

I won’t leave you alone, there’s no way we can be together.”

When he thought of Yuwen Shike, Yu Wenliang gritted his teeth with hatred. If he hadn't been disrespectful and wanted to take Xibao as his concubine on a whim, why would he have to risk his life to come to Fengtian to see Xibao?

"Okay, I have promised my family to go to Japan to study abroad. As long as you are willing to go with me, we will live happily without their control over there."

Xibao suddenly turned around and looked at Yu Wenliang's expression. She didn't expect that he was already so deeply in love that he would go to a foreign country for her.

"In that case, why are you here?"

"I have to ask for your opinion. If you don't like Japan, we can go to other countries, England or France. Even if you want to go to the United States, there will be no problem."
Chapter completed!