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The shopkeeper smiled slightly, the dark skin on his face wrinkling with a few lines. "So it's a woman who admires the Young Commander. Such courage is indeed admirable. He is currently in the New North, but his Barracks are heavily guarded, and no one is allowed to enter."
"If the Young Commander hears our lady's name, he will definitely let her in!" Feng Yin interjected.
"Hmph, the little girl is truly naive," the shopkeeper scoffed. "No one would go to report it. The security is very tight now; otherwise, Japanese spies would have long since taken the opportunity to infiltrate."
"Then..." Feng Yin frowned and looked questioningly at Cheng Mosu.
With ink-black hair and clear eyes, she was calm and composed as she pondered. She smiled lightly, looking beautiful yet carrying an air of unease. "Even so, the Army always allows some people to enter." Feng Yin looked at her in confusion, while the shopkeeper and Mr. Chen instantly understood her meaning.
Mr. Chen hurriedly said, "The soldiers of the Army often invite some people to perform plays when they are bored. I know you plan to blend in with the performers, but it's hard to guarantee what will happen afterward..."
"It doesn't matter," Cheng Mosu said quietly, smiling. Her black-and-white eyes shimmered with an otherworldly calmness that belied her age. "This is my only way to see him. As long as I can catch a glimpse of him and confirm that he is doing well, then Life and Death are irrelevant."
"There are many infatuated women in this world; Mr. Shangguan must have accumulated many lifetimes of fortune to meet you," Mr. Chen sighed. The shopkeeper seemed moved as well and no longer kept his distance as before. "If the young lady has made up her mind, you can rest for a while. In a few days, I will introduce you to a friend of mine who manages the Theater and is responsible for such matters. If you go to her, she should be able to protect you."
Cheng Mosu smiled gently, enchanting and clear-voiced like a tranquil pond or a dreamlike marsh. "Thank you both for your generous assistance. We are not related by blood, yet you can help me this much; this is indeed the fortune I have accumulated over several lifetimes."
"Miss Cheng is too kind. I have always admired your character, and your story with Mr. Shangguan is truly touching; how could I not assist? Moreover, at that time, the common people were unaware of the truth, and as a teacher, I failed to inform them in time; please forgive me."
Cheng Mosu shook her head and slightly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "At that time, I was extremely frustrated; now it seems like just passing clouds. Mr. Chen need not take it to heart."
"It is Miss Cheng's generosity, but I feel quite guilty myself. Recently, I plan to write a novel and hope to use Miss Cheng and Mr. Shangguan's story as inspiration; may I ask if you would be willing?"
"This..." Cheng Mo Su lowered her eyes, "I don't mind, but I want to ask Shaoyi for his opinion."
"That's for sure," Mr. Chen smiled, "Miss, you should hurry back to rest. My friend works very quickly, so you can rest assured."
The shopkeeper echoed, "I'll contact someone for you right away."
She slightly bowed, her water-colored eyes filled with misty tears. Despite the bumps and hardships along the way, she was fortunate to encounter helpful people, which was much better than what others experienced. She and Feng Yin arrived at the room arranged by the shopkeeper upstairs. Although they were prepared, the moment they opened the door, they couldn't help but gasp in shock.
The entire room was filled with a strange odor. The mottled walls were covered with several old yellowed newspapers, the curtains had faded from washing, and a small writing desk by the window was stained with grease, topped with an ashtray left behind by someone unknown. She hurriedly lowered her head to cover her face, fearing she might vomit, while Feng Yin was retching beside her.
"Miss, how can anyone live in a place like this? I think we should find another place."
"What place can we choose at this time?" Cheng Mo Su pushed open the window, and a few strands of cool breeze brushed against her face. She thought to herself that although the shopkeeper promised to handle things quickly, it would still take a few days. She would have to stay in this cramped and strange-smelling place for several days, so she needed to come up with some ideas.
She picked up a basin placed next to the writing desk and smiled lightly at Feng Yin. "Let's tidy up the room." Feng Yin pouted; although she was reluctant in her heart, since the miss was taking charge of everything, she felt embarrassed to refuse. She agreed and rolled up her sleeves to start cleaning.
They washed the sheets, wiped the glass, tidied up the writing desk, and picked a few bunches of fresh flowers from outside. They casually found an old glass bottle to put them in and borrowed some ink paintings from Mr. Chen to hang on the wall. In an instant, the room transformed completely, filled with a refreshing fragrance. Even the shopkeeper couldn't help but praise it, and Mr. Chen invited Cheng Mo Su to design decorations for his home.
"Please stop praising us," Cheng Mo Su said with a faint blush on her face. "I just did a little something; it's nothing worth mentioning."
"No, Miss Cheng, it is your demeanor that I admire most," the shopkeeper smiled. "Seeking tranquility in chaotic times and leaving a fragrance in muddy waters; you live out your quality at all times."
Cheng Mo Su shyly lowered her eyes again, her long eyelashes hiding her inner melancholy. In fact, having more things to do was good; it could distract her from missing him.
About five days later, a reply finally arrived.
That morning, Cheng Mo Su deliberately wore a simple and elegant Qipao, which she usually donned when receiving guests. Her earlobes were adorned with pearl pendants, her lips lightly tinted red, and her cheeks subtly enhanced. She slowly descended the stairs, each step feeling as if she were treading on soft cotton, exuding grace and evoking sympathy.
"Hello, Miss Cheng," the first person she saw was the owner of the theater, a woman of medium height with large eyes. Although she bore some worldly charm, there was an innate artistic aura about her. She quickly shook hands with Cheng Mo Su, her smile gentle. "Hello."
"I've been busy these past few days, and with the current turmoil in the world, I could only come to visit now. It's truly..."
"No worries, it's I who have disturbed you. May I ask how to address you?" Cheng Mo Su politely responded and inquired, a hint of worry flashing in her water-colored eyes. The experienced theater owner noticed it all; she patted the back of Cheng Mo Su's fair hand and said with a smile, "My full name is rarely mentioned anymore; sometimes I even forget it myself. Everyone calls me Li Niang; I think you should call me that too."
Cheng Mo Su nodded, a faint smile appearing as her gaze lowered slightly. "Li Niang."
"Ah," Li Niang quickly replied with a smile and turned to the shopkeeper and Mr. Chen, saying, "I am very fond of this Miss Cheng; I will certainly help her out."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Mo Su hurriedly expressed her gratitude, but Li Niang waved her hand repeatedly and laughed, "Miss Cheng, why are you being so polite? Tomorrow our theater will be going to the Young Marshal's military camp; you should come along." Before Cheng Mo Su could show her delight, Li Niang focused intently and cautioned, "However, while you can go, whether you can meet him is uncertain. Moreover... you must be fully prepared; there may be significant dangers."
Cheng Mo Su's heart sank at this thought; after a moment of silence, she firmly nodded.
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