1.顶替几缕微光透入昏暗的阁楼,照在刻着海棠花的红漆梳妆台前。唐墨拎起一支羊毫细笔,在眼角点下最后一颗血红的朱砂痣。她瞧了瞧梳妆镜中略施粉黛的自己,勾起一丝得意的笑,回头问陈叔和陈婶:“你们说像不像?”“像!太像了,活脱脱就像是从这报纸中走出来的!”陈叔抖了抖手中的《苏城晚报》,赞叹不已,“看来这回的千万银元咱们已经到手了一半!”“可别说,要是被发现了,那可如何是好?”唐墨略一迟疑。 1. Replace a few wisps of gleam into the dark attic, according to begonia flowers painted red dressing table. Tang Mo picked up a sheep’s pen, at the corner of the last red cinnabar mole. She glanced at a little vanity in the makeup mirror, drawing a smug smile and looking back at Chen Shu and Chen Au: “Do you think it’s like?” “Like! Come out from this newspaper! ”Chen shook his hands in the“ Su Cheng Evening News, ”marveled, “ It seems this time thousands of silver dollars we have reached half! ”“ Do not say, If it is found, then how can that be good? ”Tang ink slightly hesitated.