Old Movies of the Republic of China II

The smile on Song Yinzhe's face stagnated, and he turned his gaze to the tall man who was speaking.

Zhang Zheng glared at him coldly, his expression was displeased and oppressive.

He raised his chin towards Chang Shun who followed him into the restaurant, and motioned him to pay the bill, while he swaggered out with his arms around Qing He's shoulders.

Qinghe couldn't help looking back, the young man with a gentle smile lowered his head slightly, his eyes couldn't see clearly in the shadow of the light.It was another person, and he should be angry at this time, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, which made Qinghe feel strange.

Zhang Zheng was busy with official business. Although he didn't like that Mr. Wu Zilin Wu who was putting on airs, his likes and dislikes were the same thing. It is an undeniable fact that countless talents are needed to run Fengtian University well and develop the three eastern provinces well.

Even if Liu Xuande can visit the thatched cottage three times, why can't Zhang Zheng let go of his arrogance?

As for Tang Songnian mentioned by Qinghe, Zhang Zheng is not going to let such a talent go after he has been inquired clearly.

This time when he came back to Tianjin, in order to deceive others, he didn't bring the maids here, and the mansion he lived in was not owned by the Zhang family, not only Zhang Zheng, but even Qing He felt a lot of inconvenience.

He flipped through the dictionary, trying to find one unfamiliar word after another.

Zhang Zheng didn't come back all night.

Qing He grew up in Tianjin. Although he was not free in the troupe, he was a native of Tianjin after all.He likes Northeast China, Fengtian, and everything there, but he grew up here for the first 14 years of his life.

After he washed, he changed into a more low-key outfit, and his long hair was no longer so conspicuous under the cover of the hat and scarf.

Seeing him put on his coat, Wang Yongze hesitated and asked, "Are you... want to go out?"

Qing He nodded, "No way?"

"Of course not," Wang Yongze said, "it's just that you can't go out alone. After all, this is not our territory, and I'm afraid it's not safe." He added: "But don't worry, we will follow far away and won't disturb you."

West Church.

Qing He put his hands in the pockets of his coat, and looked at the majestic and beautiful building from a distance, and with each breath, the white mist dispersed in front of his eyes.

"What a coincidence," a man's voice sounded next to my ears: "If I hadn't seen you in Qishilin yesterday, I would have thought you were an angel."

He paused, then smiled and said, "However, in my heart, you are more beautiful than an angel."

Qing He took a step away from him and said, "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday."

Song Yinzhe said: "Your name is Qinghe, right?"

Qing He opened his eyes wide.

Song Yinzhe looked at him and couldn't help laughing again: "Maybe you don't remember me, you are Mr. Yu Linglongyu's apprentice, right? On my grandfather's birthday, my father invited Mr. Yu to sing an opera at the mansion. Then You were ten years old, right? I even clamored to marry you as my daughter-in-law, and my mother made me laugh."

Qinghe tilted her head, thought for a while, and smiled embarrassedly: "I remember, the master said, if I was a girl, he would give me to your family."

Mr. Yu really loved this apprentice back then. After all, an actor is a low-level actor. It is much better to be a girl from a wealthy family, but no matter how delicate Qing He is, he is a boy after all, not a girl.

"It's a pity, if you are a girl, maybe now..." Song Yinzhe stroked the hair next to his ear, and said, "I was sent to Japan by my father to study, and I just came back. I I even went to the troupe to look for you, but Mr. Yu said that you have been away for two years, and there is no letter from you."

Qing He's eyes were red.

In the past two years, it wasn't that he didn't miss his master, or his brothers and sisters, but he understood his identity better, so he didn't dare to ask the young master to come back and have a look.

Song Yinzhe sighed: "Yesterday, I didn't recognize you for a while, but you are my younger brother Qinghe who I have been thinking about for several years. It's my fault. That man...is the one who bought your deed of sale?"

Seeing that Qinghe lowered his head and said nothing, Song Yinzhe didn't ask, but said: "Do you want to see Mr. Yu? After you left, something happened to him, and the situation is not good."

After seeing it with her own eyes, Qing He knew that the description of Master's situation as "not very good" was an euphemism.

Yu Linglong sat on the head of the bed, narrowed her eyes slightly, and asked tentatively, "You are, Xiao Qinghe?"

Qinghe held his hand in a panic, the heavy smell of medicine in the room made him feel scared, and the master's hoarse voice made the panic spread: "Master, it's me. The disciple is unfilial, and I haven't been filial for so long. Come back to see you."

Mr. Yu showed a pale smile: "We were born in troubled times, and we have such identities, how can we be so comfortable, and I can see it if we say it?"

He coughed a few times, waved his hands and didn't take the water that Qinghe handed over, but looked him up and down, and sighed: "Back then, I liked you the most among the apprentices. But today, it seems that you don't practice any more. ,right?"

Qing He lowered her head in shame.

Mr. Yu smiled instead: "It's nothing, you didn't enter this business voluntarily."

A tall and thick man pushed open the door and said in a rough voice, "Have you finished talking? It's time to drink medicine."

"Master?"

Mr. Yu's cold hand patted the back of his hand.

[The author has something to say]: Tianjin Qishilin Hotel was built in 1901.Founded by the German Albert Kiesling under his own name, it has a history of 1916 years and is well-known both at home and abroad.St Joseph's Cathedral Church, also known as Xikai Church, is located on Dushan Road, Binjiang Road, Heping District, Tianjin, facing southwest and northeast. It was presided over by French missionary Paul-Marie Dumond (1864~1944) in [-].