Love In Fallen City

Chapter 1

‼️ DISCLAIMER ‼️

This book is liskook adaption of 'Love in a Fallen City '

Original Author: Zhang Ailing

(This is not my work please nor I am the translator, so do give  the credits to the origina author)

The majority of the content is machine-translated, but I am making every effort to correct errors in pronunciation, names, and paragraphs to provide readers with a smoother reading experience. I apologize in advance for any mistakes that might be encountered throughout the story.

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In order to "save daylight", Seoul has set all clocks forward by one hour, but the people in Gangnam say: "We use old clocks." Their ten o'clock is others' eleven o'clock. They sing out of tune and cannot keep up with the huqin of life.

[Huqin is a Chinese bowed string instrument. It's a versatile instrument often used in traditional Chinese music and opera. The name "huqin" literally means "barbarian fiddle," as it was originally introduced from Central Asia.]

The huqin was playing, back and forth, in the night of thousands of lights, telling endless desolate stories - no need to ask! ... The story on the huqin should be played by a glamorous actor, with two long pieces of red rouge pinching the beautiful nose, singing, laughing, and covering the mouth with the sleeves... But here only the Fourth Master Kim was sitting alone on the dark and broken balcony, playing the huqin.

As they were pulling, the doorbell rang downstairs. This was a rare event in Gangnam. According to the old rules, it was absolutely forbidden to go out to visit guests at night. If guests came at night, or a telegram was received out of the blue, it was most likely that someone had died, unless it was a top priority emergency.

The fourth master listened attentively, and sure enough, the third master, the third grandmother, and the fourth grandmother came upstairs shouting, but he didn't know what they were talking about in their anxiety. In the main room behind the balcony, the sixth, seventh, and eighth young ladies, as well as the children of the third and fourth rooms, were sitting, and they were all a little panicked at this time.

The fourth master was on the balcony, and he could see the light from the dark. He saw the door open, and the third master, wearing a sweatshirt and shorts, stood on the threshold with his legs apart. He put his hands behind his back and swatted the mosquitoes at his crotch, and shouted to the fourth master from a distance: "Fourth master, guess what? The man that Sixth Sister divorced said he had pneumonia and died!"

The fourth master put down his huqin and walked into the room, asking: "Who sent the letter?" The third master said: "Mrs. Lee." As he said that, he turned around and chased the third grandmother with his fan, saying: "Don't come up to join in the fun! Mrs. Lee is still downstairs. She is fat and afraid to climb the stairs. Why don't you go and keep her company!" The third grandmother left, and the fourth master thought: "Isn't the one who died a relative of Mrs. Lee?"

The third master said: "That's right. It looks like their family specially asked Mrs. Lee to deliver the letter to us. Of course, they have a purpose." The fourth master said: "Could they want Sixth Sister to attend the funeral?"

The Third Master scraped his scalp with the handle of his fan and said, "In theory, it should be..." They looked at the Sixth Miss at the same time. Kim Lisa sat in a corner of the room, embroidering a pair of slippers slowly. Just now, the Third Master and the Fourth Master spoke one after another, as if there was no room for her to speak. At this time, she said lightly, "I'm divorced, and I'm going to be his widow, which makes people laugh at me!" She continued to make her shoes as if nothing had happened, but cold sweat broke out on her fingers, and the needle was stuck and could not be pulled out.