Subtitle of this chapter: The night in New York is dark, and the demolition of Shanghai is white.

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"Mr. Yuan..."

"Please don't call me Mr. Yuan, just call me Neo. By the way, can I tell you to love you to death?"

"Of course, Yuan...well, yeah." Miss Athol Moman said shyly in the arms of "yeah", "Your dance is so good!"

Isn’t this nonsense? Just like Mahjong, is it so sensible that high-ranking Chinese and famous masters can’t dance?

Our Master Yuan hired a professional dancer to teach him how to dance. Although his agility is not high and he cannot do many difficult movements, he is definitely quite good compared to ordinary people.

They are now dancing the most popular "foxtrooper" in the United States. In fact, this ballroom dance is not called "foxtrooper" because the dance steps are like foxtroopers. This is a translation "error" caused by cultural barriers. In fact, foxtroopers have nothing to do with foxes.

Foxtort was created by an American actor Harry Fox in the summer of 1914. When his funny song and dance designed by black dances were first performed in the roof garden of a New York cinema, it unexpectedly received a lot of applause and thunderous applause, and people shouted "foxfox"!

Next, this modern dance became popular in Europe and the United States, replacing the original waltz's position in ballroom dance. However, foxtrot dance is still a very formal ballroom dance. In later national standard competitions, men had to wear tuxedo modern dance suits, bow tie, and women had to wear long skirts and formal hairstyles for banquets. It was similar to the current outfits of the two of them.

At the end of the song, Miss Moman snuggled in Master Yuan's arms. When the two looked at each other and were about to say something, they heard a string of drums sounding from the stage.

They turned around and found that there had been a band on the stage, and the new band was all made of black people. It seemed that it should have been past twelve o'clock.

At that time, some high-end dance halls in the United States had "midnight show", and after midnight it would become a special jazz dance show.

With the cheerful drums and the sharp trumpets sounded, the dancers knew that the next song was Lindy Hop in the swing dance that was just popular.

Swing dance is a type of jazz dance, while Lindy Hop is a type of swing dance. It shows that in the Yehe mid-term movies twenty years ago, men and women do not always keep in touch, their movements are very exaggerated and a little funny. Sometimes the eight-beat quick dance that men throw women around is a swing dance. Lindy Hop is a relatively slow and elegant one.

However, even if it is slow and elegant, Miss Moman in her evening dress cannot dance this kind of swing dance.

She sighed regretfully and said, "I can't jump anymore..."

"I love you so much, why don't you dance?" Yuan Yan was dancing happily, and he, a time traveler who came through a hundred years later, prefers a more unrestrained swing dance.

He looked at Miss Moman's outfit before he understood, but he showed a playful smile and said, "It doesn't matter, I love you so much. I'll let you dance right away!"

As he said that, he squatted down, pulled up the hem of the evening dress with both hands, and just exerted force...

"Hiss, hess..."

With the pleasant sound of the silk being torn apart, Master Yuan really tore off a few large pieces of the hem of the dress, making the evening dress a knee-length skirt.

"I'm so angry!" Miss Moman was caught off guard and was shocked, "What are you doing..."

"Well, no thanks." Yuan Yan stood up with a smile, stretched out her hand to pull off the headdress she was wearing, and the girl's brown hair returned to her freedom.

He took off his tuxedo and threw it aside, bowed slightly and raised his hand to invite him, "Love so much, now you can jump!"

"You..." Miss Moman gave him a look and was both angry and funny, and still put his softness in his big hand.

Master Yuan's unruly behavior fell into the eyes of old Kennedy. His eyes turned and refused to resist Miss Suzy's sweet voice, and he pulled her evening dress away like that.

The "magic behavior" of the two gentlemen not only did not dissatisfie other dancers around, but also received warm applause. Even the black musicians on the stage worked harder.

Cheerful music, cheerful dance steps, cheerful crowd, cheerful midnight...

This is the New York night in March 1921, and this is the American Spring of "the lights are red and the wine is green, the rich and the golden one is enchanting."

"How can each be a matter of the matter? It's been half a day. Is there no one to collect the words at the door?" (Author's note: It's not necessary to translate dialects too much, just bring some flavor. Don't be surprised by the comrades in the free shipping empire in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai.)

The heart of the capitalist world has just entered midnight, and the largest city in Cyris is already at 1:00 p.m. The weather, which had already begun to warm up in March, was in late spring cold, and the temperature dropped from more than ten degrees to zero overnight.

Needless to ask, God dutifully reimbursed a group of poor people sleeping on the streets. Unfortunately, the dead poor people will not disappear on the spot like the monsters in the game, but will lie on the street and at the alleys, making people feel terrified.

The Shikumen Bianyuan family's Shikumen Bian is located on the Ferry Road in the Public Concession of the Serris Magic City. The Xiaoshadu Road, built in 1900, will be called Xikang Road in the future, and it is also the name of the pseudo-government established by the traitor who was in the mind of the water when he accepted the concession in 1943.

"Master, I'm not seeing it. Just go and see it. Let's have a cup of tea to suppress the anger."

"Clang!"

Master Yuan's father took the tea brought by the fourth aunt, picked it up and put it into his mouth, but he didn't expect the tea to burn his lips. He shook his hand and threw the tea bowl on the ground.

"Oh, the master is burning?" The fourth aunt with beautiful eyebrows, petite figure and fair skin stepped on three inches of golden lotus and immediately rushed up to check Mr. Yuan's injuries.

Well, Yuan Yanshu's mother's name is Yu Linglong.

"Nong..." Old Master Yuan was in a bad mood just as he was about to get angry, but when he saw his concubine looking timid, heartache and pitiful, he finally suppressed the anger, "Okay, okay, I'm fine."

The fourth aunt said with a thunderous look: "Master, I'm just blamed me for being bad..."

Mr. Yuan waved his hand and said, "Linglong, it doesn't matter to Nong. Yes..."

He thought of the novel written by his son, and couldn't help but gritted his teeth and said with hatred: "How could I give birth to each little son (little beast) uh, I even gave him money to send him abroad. I was really blinded by one and a half!"

"Master, I'm angry. Chunlan, go and get the house and clean up the place."

"Yes, aunt."

As a Mr. Changsan who has experienced a lot of experience in the world, Yu Linglong knows the principle of "difference but not kinship".

After all, she is a concubine, and Yuan Yanshu, who made her father angry after writing "A group of wives and concubines", was the eldest son of the legitimate son, and he was also a talented man who went abroad and now he wanted to marry the daughter of a wealthy family in Nanyang. No matter how bad things he said, it would be useless.

When Yu Linglong was sending her maid to clean up the tea bowl, she heard someone shouting in the alley outside: "Cleaning parasols? Cleaving parasols?!"

She moved her heart and gave a wink at the little maid, "Chunlan, go out and ask others to clean up. Go to my room and let the umbrella repairer look at the Western flower umbrella. It seems that some of the bones have been crooked."

Chunlan nodded with understanding and said, "I understand, aunt."

Mr. Yuan, who was sitting there sighing, did not notice such a trivial matter, and did not mention it since the others cleaned it. After a while, Yu Linglong found an excuse to leave the study and return to her room.

At this moment, the little maid walked in with a parasol and whispered: "Auntie, you need a tricent amount to repair the umbrella. Do you want to repair it?"

She said this and walked to the fourth aunt, whispering softly: "Brother's people ask, what can Chenguang do to do it?"
Chapter completed!