A Romantic Journey Through the Rain - Chapter 162: Little Red is a Golden Voice.

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"Mutual masturbation baby, mutual masturbation baby, seven flowers on one egg, great criminal desire, not afraid, la~ la la la! Big little brother big hole big big, mutual masturbation baby! Big little brother big hole big big, not afraid, la~ la la la! Mutual masturbation baby! Mutual masturbation baby! Explode~ chrysanthemum!" Xiao Hong hummed the "nursery rhyme" that the young master had taught her while washing vegetables.
"Xiao Hong, what are you singing? I can't understand it," Xiao Ju asked curiously.
Xiao Hong smiled brightly and whispered, "Sister Xiao Ju, this is a nursery rhyme that the young master taught me. Is it nice?"
"It sounds nice." Xiaoju said with a hint of jealousy, "Xiaohong, can you teach your older sister?"
"Sure, listen, I sang it."
So, the two beautiful girls, one big and one small, washed the vegetables and hummed softly, one line after the other. Xiaoju learned very seriously, and the song was catchy, so she learned it in no time.
"Xiao Hong, I've noticed you have a very nice voice, it's high-pitched. Have you sung before?" Xiao Ju asked.
"No, I used to not even have enough to eat, how could I have the strength to sing? It's all thanks to the young master..." Xiao Hong recalled her past, her eyes reddening.
"Young Master is kind-hearted and very capable. If only he were a little older." Xiaoju nodded, feeling sweet inside when she thought of the thong the young master had given her. Her eyes were filled with the image of the young master's youthful face and bright, star-like eyes.
"Sister Xiaoju, do you like the young master?" Xiaohong asked with a grin.
"Don't gossip, or your wife will be furious if she hears you." Xiaoju was startled and looked around. She saw Wang Xueqin dressed up and ready to go out. She seemed to have heard Xiaohong's words, paused for a moment, but didn't pay any attention.
Xiaoju's face turned pale instantly, her heart pounded, and she inwardly blamed Xiaohong for her loose tongue. If Wang Xueqin found out, the consequences would be severe.
"Xiaoju, Xiaohong, I'm going out for a bit and won't be back for lunch. If the young master comes back, you two must serve him well, understand?" Wang Xueqin said as she walked up to the two men, carrying her bag and swaying her ample hips.
"Yes, Madam," Xiaoju and Xiaohong hurriedly stood up and answered with their heads down.
"Then I'm leaving. Xiaoju, you don't look well. Are you sick?" Wang Xueqin said, then gracefully walked away with small, quick steps.
"Madam is so beautiful, Sister Xiaoju. Have you noticed? Madam is getting younger and younger, like a young woman in her twenties." Xiaohong said with stars in her eyes.
"Don't forget that my sister came to the Lu family many years before you. How could I not know what Madam looks like?" Xiaoju had long noticed the changes in Wang Xueqin. It's said that Madam is not young, but she is getting younger and more beautiful with age, making people envious and jealous!
"Hehe, I'm free now! Wow! The weather is so nice today!" Little Red looked happily at the blue sky, her cute and innocent appearance captivating everyone who saw her.
"You scared me to death!" Xiaoju patted her bulging chest, rolled her eyes at Xiaohong cutely, and said coquettishly, "You're still in the mood to laugh? You almost scared your older sister to death."
Xiao Hong looked at Xiao Ju, puzzled, and asked, "Is your sister very scared? Why?"
"You must never say those kinds of things when Madam is around, understand? Don't forget we are servants. Even if you like the young master, you must keep it to yourself. You must never let Madam know, or it will cause a big problem," Xiaoju said fearfully.
"I understand, Sister Xiaoju." Xiaohong's good mood was immediately ruined. She pouted her red lips and said defiantly, "Young Master never treats us like servants."
“That’s the young master, not the madam or master, not the eldest young master. Miss, you mustn’t get carried away. The young master is good to us, that’s our good fortune. We can’t ruin our own future and give others a handle to use against us. Look how tragic the end was for Lieutenant Li’s daughter, Keyun. I don’t want to follow in her footsteps.” Xiaoju instructed Xiaohong in the tone of an older sister.
"Sister Xiaoju, what will you do if the young master wants you?" Xiaohong threw out another bombshell question.
Xiaoju blushed unnaturally. Recalling the young master's roguishness and tenderness, she was filled with longing. Then she shook her head and said, "I don't know either." In truth, she had already become the young master's woman. She had given herself to him, and she was destined to never escape this fate.
Xiao Hong, being just a little girl, had long forgotten her worries due to her carefree life. Seeing Xiao Ju's entranced expression, she took Xiao Ju's hand and said sweetly, "Sister, let's not think about it anymore. Anyway, the young master likes you, I can tell. Let's sing instead. Nobody's home, so we can sing freely."
“You have a good voice, why don’t you sing a song for your sister first?” Xiaoju said.
Xiao Hong didn't hold back, and immediately launched into a tirade, her clear voice carrying out from outside the door: "Mutual masturbation baby, mutual masturbation baby, seven flowers on one egg, great criminal desire, not afraid, la~ la la la! Big little brother, big hole, big little brother! Big little brother, big hole, not afraid, la~ la la la! Mutual masturbation baby! Mutual masturbation baby! Explode~ chrysanthemum!"
As soon as Lu Erjie got out of the car, he heard the "children's song" coming from the Lu residence. He couldn't help but smile, standing outside the courtyard gate, listening carefully. The more he listened, the more excited he became. Why did that voice sound so familiar? It was as if he had heard it in a past life—a voice that was lingering, melancholic, and sharp, like silk or a cocoon, its lingering notes echoing in the air, like an unbroken stream, clear and sweet. A children's song was being performed flawlessly.
The men saw the young master standing there blankly, his expression shifting constantly. They also heard the strange singing coming from the Lu residence, and wondered what the young master was thinking.
"Supreme?" the subordinate called out cautiously.
"Oh," Lu Erjie said, realizing what was happening. "You all go ahead and get busy." Then he quickly walked towards the Lu residence.
"Young Master, you're back! That's wonderful!" Xiao Hong stopped singing, ran up happily, and grabbed the young master's hand, her voice slightly coquettish.
"You sang well," Lu Erjie praised, squeezing Xiao Hong's soft hand.
"No, I was just humming." Xiao Hong blushed with embarrassment upon hearing the young master's praise.
Seeing Xiaoju's embarrassment, Lu Erjie went over and took one of them by the hand, leading them into the house. Xiaoju busied herself pouring water, while Lu Erjie turned around, his eyes burning as he stared intently at Xiaohong's pretty face. He vaguely recognized the features of the stunning beauty from the Republican era, Zhou Xuan. He had been so careless; how could he have missed it for so long? My goodness, he'd discovered a treasure! Haha! Suppressing his inner elation, Lu Erjie asked, "Sister Xiaohong, you've been here so long, and I still don't know your surname!"
Feeling embarrassed by the young master's intense gaze, Xiao Hong lowered her head and replied, "My surname is Zhou."
Lu Erjie clapped his hands, "Brilliant! That's right! My house is going to be home to a future pop star!" According to records from the Republican era, Zhou Xuan, the "Golden Voice," came from a poor family and was later adopted by a family surnamed Wang, where she was renamed Wang Xiaohong. Soon after, her adoptive mother remarried a worker surnamed Zhang in Shanghai and gave Xiaohong to a family surnamed Zhou living on Beijing East Road. Thus, Xiaohong changed her surname again and became known as Zhou Xiaohong. When Zhou Xiaohong was seven or eight years old, the Zhou family's financial situation worsened. According to Zhou Xuan's own recollections: "My adoptive mother was forced to work as a maid to make ends meet, and my adoptive father, whose stomach was blackened by opium, was so heartless that he wanted to sell me to a brothel to become a prostitute. Fortunately, my adoptive mother rescued me in time, saving me from an even greater disaster... At that time, life became increasingly difficult, and I would often sit blankly on an empty stomach, swallowing my saliva..." In an article she wrote for the magazine "Wanxiang," she said: "From a young age, I loved listening to people sing, and I had a good ear for music. I would often hum along, and after one, two, three, or four repetitions, I could sing along. In school, I always ranked first in singing." She often sang alone at home to release her inner sorrow. The shadows in Zhou Xuan's heart as an adult may have stemmed from her desolate childhood. The hardships of her childhood were deeply etched in her heart, making her personality depressed, introverted, and sentimental.
Zhou Xuan spent her entire life searching—searching for her parents, searching for freedom, searching for love. It seemed like she had them all, yet it also seemed like she didn't. Zhou Xuan's life can be described as one of endless desolation and sorrow.
Knowing Zhou Xuan's background, Lu Erjie gazed silently at Xiao Hong before him, cupped her delicate face in his small hands, and called out affectionately, "Xiao Hong, do you think the young master treats you well?"
Xiao Hong didn't know what was wrong with the young master, but she could see the different expression in his eyes. In response to the young master's sudden words, Xiao Hong nodded heavily: "Young master is very good to Xiao Hong, very good." As she spoke, her eyes reddened.
"Do you like singing?" Lu Erjie asked softly.
"I like it." Xiao Hong felt the young master's small hand gently stroking her face, and her heart was filled with sweetness.
"Young Master wants to mold you into a star that everyone admires. Xiao Hong, come here, let Young Master teach you another song." Lu Erjie held Xiao Hong's hand, his heart filled with boundless tenderness, unable to extricate himself.
"The ends of the earth"
Seeking a kindred spirit
Little sister sings while Lang plays the piano.
My love, we are of one mind.
Oh dear, oh dear, my love!
We are of one mind.
Looking north from my home mountains
Tears, tears soaking my clothes
The little sister has been longing for her lover ever since.
My love, our friendship is deep through thick and thin.
Oh dear, oh dear, my love!
Friends in adversity have a deep bond of affection.
Who doesn't cherish life and cherish youth?
The little sister is like a thread or a needle.
My love, we'll stay together forever.
Oh dear, oh dear, my love!
Wearing them together, never to be separated.

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