Yuzao''s apartment is on the third floor, No. 5 Xiaguang Road, French concession.


    From the back balcony of her apartment, she can see their school playground.


    The school and the hospital are next to each other. Instead of a comprehensive university, she attended a school of Western medicine.


    She recited Chinese medicine books from childhood and was very interested in it, but her aunt was right. The development of medicine needs to be comprehensive. When a person knows nothing about western medicine, how to convince those who ban traditional Chinese medicine that traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are equally useful?


    Many people have carried the idea of having all-round talents in Chinese and Western medicine, and finally give up, because it is difficult to learn, there is no good master, and there is no time.


    Yuzao is different. She studied traditional Chinese medicine with her mother from an early age and hardly delayed anything.


    Her apartment is very large, with two hundred square meters, two halls and five rooms, which is luxuriously decorated.


    "I''m going to the school to report early tomorrow morning. You don''t want to go. It''s not like being seen by the teacher." Yuzao road.


    Song you took a browning and gave it to her: "put it in your handbag. Once something happens, be stable when shooting."


    "I know." Yuzao was impatient. "I''m good at shooting."


    "You can''t even fight down the bird''s nest. Dare you say you''re good at shooting?" Song you mercilessly exposed her.


    Yuzao learned guns from her father and grandfather when she was eight.


    Later, even her 11-year-old little brother, Si Ningan, was better at shooting than her.


    Yuzao was helpless and felt that she was not made of this material.


    "Shut up!" She became angry. "I don''t want to shoot. I''ll just look good."


    Adjutant and Maid: "


    The next day, she went to school. After handing in the materials, she went through a series of procedures, and the process was very smooth.


    In order to let his daughter study, Si Xingpei donated two laboratories to the school. The leaders of the school heard that Si yuzao came to report and personally welcomed the little god of wealth. They drove all the way.


    It''s going to go through the admission formalities for a whole day, and yuzao will do it in an hour.


    The headmaster also said to yuzao, "today is Thursday. If you have class tomorrow, it will be the weekend. Why don''t you settle down first and just have class next Monday?"


    Yuzao thanked and accepted the kindness of the school.


    When she got home, the first thing she did was to leave the adjutant and the maid and go to the place where the fire broke out with a pistol.


    It was originally a garden house. Eleven years later, Shanghai, with an inch of land and an inch of gold, can not be abandoned. Such ruins have been rebuilt.


    The whole street is different.


    Lots of high-rise buildings crowded out the ruins. Yuzao walked into the street and couldn''t find half the familiar traces of that year.


    She also went to ask someone: "there used to be a Luo residence here, but now how has it become an apartment building?"


    The shopkeeper who did business just came here. He didn''t know what Luo residence was. "It''s always a building. Miss, do you remember the wrong place?"


    Yuzao didn''t remember wrong. She described it countless times in her dream. Even the big osmanthus tree at the end of the street just grew taller and thicker and didn''t disappear.


    It was here that the fire left a serious burn on her palm.


    An old man came to buy cloth. When he heard yuzao''s words, he said, "Miss, it must have been more than ten years. At the beginning, there was a Luo residence. I heard that it was burned by a young lady of a powerful family, and the whole family was burned to death.


    The dignitary is a foreigner, rich and powerful, and the arsonist is young. It''s also very pitiful to let it go. The Luo family and servants have more than 30 lives. "


    Yuzao''s back was straight, and her forehead was sweating. It was like falling into the water. The water poured into her ears, and all her voice was blocked, vaguely separated by a layer.


    She kept retreating.


    The shopkeeper and the old lady asked her, "Miss, are you all right?"


    The old lady even said with a smile: "young people are useless. What''s the fear? It''s been more than ten years ago. The reincarnation of the Luo family is almost as old as you..."


    Yuzao doesn''t know what she said.


    As she walked back, her consciousness gradually blurred and her eyes blackened.


    She seems to have hit a car.


    Someone roared in her ear, "can you change someone? You''ve only been here for two days, and I''ve been there twice, Miss Si!"


    Yuzao felt that the voice was inexplicably familiar and made her feel safe. She grabbed the man''s arm and let herself faint.


    Zhang Xin was stunned.


    He is now a minister of the Shanghai Branch of the Transportation Bureau. This is the right way between his home and the Transportation Bureau.


    He came home from work and was going to change his clothes and hang out at night. Unexpectedly, a drunkard stumbled into his car.


    He''s not going to stop.


    If he dared to touch the ninth Master Zhang, he planned to run over directly. When he was about to approach, he saw a familiar face.


    He braked quickly.


    It''s Si yuzao.


    She didn''t smell of alcohol, but she looked drunk, pale and sweating on her forehead.


    Zhang Xinmei had to take her to the hospital.


    The doctor said he would examine her and stay in the hospital for the time being.


    When yuzao woke up, she saw Zhang Xinmei sitting beside her bed bored and flirting with the little nurse, which made the little nurse blush.


    She glanced at him.


    The little nurse also found that the bottle of yuzao''s drip was almost empty, so she gave Zhang Xinmei a wink and went out by changing the water.


    Si yuzao was tired and admired Zhang Xinmei: "you can even hook up with the nurse. It''s really worthy of being Zhang Jiuye of Shanghai."


    Zhang Xinmei said, "don''t talk nonsense. Did you deliberately wait for me on my way home?"


    "No."


    "I don''t think so. How can you do that? What''s the matter with you?" Zhang Xinmei said, "the doctor said you didn''t drink."


    Yuzao''s eyes turned and began to talk nonsense.


    "I was passing by and was going to buy some candy. Unexpectedly, someone followed me all the way. Maybe I was dazed by my beauty.


    I was a little scared and wanted to avoid him. I ran so fast that I fainted and hit your car. " Yuzao sighed, "it''s too national and natural. It''s also very troublesome. We are such beautiful women. It''s very hard."


    Zhang Xinmei couldn''t look at her.


    The shameless problem of the Secretary''s family is engraved in the blood. It is passed down from generation to generation, and no one can escape.


    It''s just that the eldest lady has gone too far, and her narcissism is really heinous.


    "You''re not very beautiful." Zhang Xinmei rolled her eyes.


    Yuzao is very considerate of him: "you are blind, I don''t blame you. After all, your middle-aged and old people don''t have good eyes!"


    Zhang Xinmei smoked from the corner of her eye and wanted to slap the dead girl!


    "Uncle doesn''t care about you!" Zhang Xinmei stood up. "Uncle left first. I have to eat with the beauty in the evening..."


    He went to the door, turned around and looked up and down at Si yuzao with critical eyes. "It''s a real beauty, not the kind of boasting."


    Yuzao was worried: "what should I do? Call my adjutant. I don''t remember the phone number of my apartment." Zhang Xin frowned: "you are so beautiful, there must be a way, right? See you later... No, you''d better not see you again."