Looking at Pearl Rolling Blinds from afar

Looking at Pearl Rolling Blinds from afar

Author: Guanshui

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I fell in love with a Huadan

I drank tea with him for 20 years

I saw him sing hundreds of plays

He is a picky star

I'm a teahouse guy

But he's not a qualified actress because he's in love with me

I'm not a dude either cause I'm in love with him

A song full of eternal sorrow

Mo Dao is sad and empty

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Content tags: Enmity, Resentment, Enmity, Old Movies of the Republic of China, Fate Encounter

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Chapter 1

I never thought I could live for so long, until today, I just keep being driven away by fate.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning came through my screen window, I actually woke up early. In the silence, I lay peacefully on the bed. You can say that I am enjoying the sunshine, of course, you can also say that I am waiting to die.

Every morning at nine o'clock, Wu Ma will come to cook for me, wash clothes, and then tidy up the house - she is a nanny I hired, and she will stay with me to chat with me when she is in a good mood. When I'm in a bad mood, I watch TV all the time until I go home at 11:[-] noon.At two o'clock in the afternoon, she would come again, and then continue to repeat the same thing in the morning until she left at five o'clock in the afternoon.She'll get my dinner ready for me, and if I don't need anything else, she can go.And then the next day.

I have been lying in bed, this life since I fell ill three years ago.

Mama Wu always advised me to go out and have a look, but I refused because I was not used to sitting in a wheelchair.If I was lying on the bed, I could still imagine myself sleeping as a normal person, but once I got on the wheelchair, I would think that I was already a useless person in my heart.Although this is a reality, I find it hard to accept.I'm just so stubborn, and I'm still so stubborn when I'm old.

Fortunately for me, Mama Wu's taste in watching TV is not that bad, otherwise, I would die very quickly if I was buried in the noisy love affairs all day long.

She likes to watch operas, which is not uncommon for a person in her sixties. Thinking about the model operas back then, she probably listened to each one no less than a hundred times.It’s just that the opera channels rarely broadcast those things at this time. Except for the immature performances of the raw melon eggs, some old videos are sometimes shown on the TV. Unclear, she called these unifications "old dramas".Old dramas are old dramas, I am not too disgusted with this name.

Sometimes, when I see Mama Wu listening to an opera, I will withdraw my thoughts and listen to it quietly.I am very surprised that sometimes people of my age still have such a little heartbeat-of course not for Wu Ma (I despise her), the familiar Huqin, the familiar accent, if I bring my old Through the mirror, I can still see the familiar outfit.

Around the time of Mei Lanfang's 110th birthday, there was a video of my husband singing in the past on TV, and Mama Wu was fascinated by it.When the curtain was drawn, she sighed unsatisfactorily: "This gentleman looks really good dressed as a woman."

"I've seen someone prettier than him." I said disapprovingly.

Wu Ma turned her head and looked at me lying on the bed and said, "You must have watched the theater a lot back then."

"Me, I watch plays, and I also sing."

After hearing this, Mama Wu immediately became interested. She walked up to me and sat down, "Then please sing me a part."

"At such an old age, forget it, it's no longer pleasant."

"Just come for a while, at least you can listen to the scene."

I smiled slightly, "Then I'll show my ugliness and come to the garden of "The Peony Pavilion." I cleared my voice and sang: "It turns out that purples and reds are blooming everywhere, and like this they are all ruined. But what the hell, who's courtyard is the place to enjoy the pleasures of the day, the clouds and green pavilions..."

Singing and singing, the scenery in front of my eyes began to become hazy.I was a little surprised, because I clearly remembered that my tear ducts had dried up long ago.

Mama Wu handed over a piece of paper, I wiped my eyes and said, "I'm just kidding, I'm old, this is all I have left."

"Your old tune is really nice. I'll listen to it next time I come."

I waved my hand at her and said, "Today, you go back first."

"Is the TV on?"

"Closed." I waved my hand again.

After Wu Ma left, I became a person again.I was surprised by my tears just now, because I always felt that at my age, those glands that can secrete things have probably been almost useless.I didn't expect that besides my saliva, there was even a little bit of tears, and I didn't know if it was a gain.

I lay quietly on the bed, looking out the window, thinking of the past...

My name is Shen Chong, and my father is Shen Wanding. He was a scholar in the Qing Dynasty.My father went to the country test when my mother was pregnant with the first child. When I was born, he was still in the country test, and at this time I was already the third son in the family.Not long after, the emperor was kicked out by the revolutionary army, and the imperial examinations and the imperial court were wiped out overnight.

Later, Yuan Shikai and Zhang Xun tried their best to restore the restoration, but the court still did not stand down-the Qing Dynasty was completely over like this.At that time, there would always be some Manchu elders with big braids jumping into the river to commit suicide at night like dumpling.My father was also heartbroken by this. If it weren't for our three children, I think he might be bewitched by others to die for the court.

A few years later, no one dared to talk about restoration anymore, and my father gradually gave up on those top-wearing Hualings.Those positions in the new government cost oceans to buy, but the savings of this scholar could not afford even a janitorial position.Only then did he begin to think about his own business.

My father scraped together some money and opened a Qing teahouse outside Fuchengmen, called "Shenjia Teahouse". Unlike those book teahouses and wine teahouses, my father's teahouse only sold tea and snacks. This is probably the case in the camp.

During the period of the Republic of China, the area around Fuchengmen was very lively. There was an endless flow of people coming and going to buy and sell things out of the city. My father was good at making a living, and the Shen family teahouse was getting bigger and bigger.Not too many years later, the former "Shenjia Teahouse" has become the "Shenjia Teahouse". It not only sells tea, but also every "four" and "nine" days of the month, there will be opera troupes here to sing operas. It's too lively.

I am tired of studying by nature, and I was kicked out of the private school by my husband within half a year.Later, I went to another elementary school. Because of my bad attitude towards study, I was punished to stand almost every day, but my father insisted not to let me drop out of school, so I had no choice but to spend my childhood alone in the small courtyard of the school.At that time, my ass was almost "cocooned".

Later, my father saw that I was really not good at learning, so he asked me to help out in his teahouse. Because I was the third child, I was nicknamed "Little Third Master".After all, my father is "Boss Shen", so when I went to the store, the managers and the guys also weighed in when they assigned me work, neither too heavy nor too difficult, they were like serving those customers Serving me as a "little guy."

I don't have much preference for serving tea and pouring water. After all, as a "son", who would be willing to bend down to see people's faces?It is precisely because of my "dog temper" that once, I actually poured a pot of tea on a customer who first thought the tea was strong and then found it weak. "Boss Shen" was so annoyed by this, he took a feather duster and chased me to the end of Tanjiadao Hutong outside Fuchengmen.That year, I was 17 years old, which was the 16th year of the Republic of China.

Although I am a bit of a leisurely and lazy person, I have a heartfelt love for Peking Opera, which is one of the reasons why I can always stay in my teahouse as a handyman.At that time, it was the very famous "Five Blessings Class" in the capital who often came to my teahouse to sing.The Wufu class has its own class, and it is an honor in the circle to be able to study drama there.I wanted to go too, but the owner of the theater troupe didn’t dare to take him in. He said, “Young Master San is a decent man, and he can’t do such dirty things.” "Extracurricular" students.And the so-called "external science" refers to those who come outside of the academic classes, come whenever you want, and don't come if you don't want to. Mr. Wang Yuqing, who is in charge of teaching opera, said that this is the first time I have experienced it in many years.

Although I only went to major classes to learn opera every now and then, I was very serious about it. Later, Mr. Wang "rewarded" me with a stage name - Liancheng.I like the name Shen Liancheng, it sounds majestic.

Besides singing, I also have another hobby, which is to visit Tangzi (formerly known as Dachawei).Although the number of people visiting Xianggongtangzi gradually decreased after the Gengzi Incident, there are still a few well-known restaurants left in Langfang Sitiao, and I was also inadvertently when I was taken by a friend to find Hualou. crashed into it.Different from those women who sell themselves by laughing and selling themselves in the flower building, the people in the hall are all men, most of them are apprentices of some famous actors. With this kind of background, they can not only accompany you to drink, play cards and sleep, but also sing with your voice. I will sing a few words with you.People like to call the people here "Xianggu", commonly known as male prostitutes, and the livelihood here is called a game between "men".

After being there once, I fell in love with it.It didn't take long before I became an "Old Fighter" in the hall.

Among these hall names, my favorite is "Poinsettia".The poinsettia has clear eyes, red lips, and walks like a breeze blowing willows. She is so graceful and charming that ordinary people will be fascinated by it after a second glance.Therefore, in the "Chrysanthemum List" that was popular among the halls at that time, poinsettia ranked among the top three, and those who lingered in the hall also flocked to him.

Poinsettia's real name is Chen Ce, and she studied in the "Actor of the Times" Wu Cailian's class for several years. After completing all the courses, she went out to venture into the rivers and lakes by herself.These were just right for me too.So, whenever I have time, I sneak out of the teahouse and come to Tangzi.In Poinsettia's room, we can sing, drink, and sleep. His charm and romance often make me linger.

Like those who go shopping, we don't like men very much, we are here to "play".Going to the flower building to play with women, and coming to the hall to play with men, sometimes I occasionally think about it as if my conscience discovered that I was really led by those friends of the bannermen.

Chapter 2

One day, I neglected another customer in the teahouse, and that guy went to complain to his father.After seeing off the guests with a smile on his face, my father came to me to settle accounts with a wooden stick.Seeing that the situation was not good, I ran out of the teahouse in a hurry.

I wandered the streets with a dejected look on my face, and as I walked, I came to Poinsettia's hall.

A boy named "Qinglian" immediately stopped me and said, "Little Sanye, which girl do you want to meet today?"

I touched his braid and said, "Who am I looking for, don't you know?"

"Little third master, Poinsettia is sick today, and it's inconvenient to see people. You should go back."

I was already angry, but after hearing this, I became even more angry, "What's wrong, why don't you let me see you?"

"Convulsions, the doctor who was hired this morning, the girl is weak now, so he told me that everyone is gone today."

"I'm not that person, I'm his relative, and I'm going to see him now." After I finished speaking, I walked towards the hanging flower gate.

Seeing that, the boy hurriedly stretched out his hands to stop me, "Little Third Master, you really can't go today."

"Don't do this, if he is really sick, I will stay and serve him soup, medicine, tea and water, and you, a little thing, need to worry about it?" After I finished speaking, I waved the little guy Pushed a squat.

I angrily glanced at Qinglian who was lying on the ground, and walked towards the hanging flower gate.

When I came to the door of Poinsettia's bedroom, I heard a faint voice coming from the room, and I suddenly realized.I stood there hesitantly, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

I don't know why Poinsettia lied to me, because he said he would only serve me alone.Am I not rich enough, or am I not liking him enough?I didn't know why after thinking about it, and my thoughts became a mess.

"Little third master, please wait." Qinglian chased after her at this time and said.

"Keep your fucking pace, someone is standing on my head to shit." I yelled and cursed secretly, raised my foot and kicked open the door.

I stepped over the threshold and saw Poinsettia and Li Erkui from the north of the city hugging each other naked.

"Why are you here?" Poinsettia looked at me in surprise and said.

Hearing this, a burst of anger rushed up, "Why can't I come? Do I think you have another minute?"

"That's not what I meant. Aren't you always in the teahouse at this time of day?" Poinsettia said, pulling a piece of clothing from the quilt.

That Li Erkui pulled the slack on his face, held the poinsettia with wide eyes and said, "Don't move." Then he turned his head, sat shirtless on the bed and looked at me and said, "My surname is Shen, this is Tangzi. It's not your family, can you control it?"

"What's wrong with Tangzi? The poinsettia is mine, and someone like you deserves it?" Looking at this fat, fat man with beards all over his face, I suddenly felt sick.

"Stop fucking nonsense, don't rely on your father to open a dilapidated teahouse and earn two copper coins so that you can't find Beinan. Tell you, I am also a well-known man in the north of the city. Do you think you are the only rich? Much more than you."

Poinsettia was about to break away from Li Erkui's hand to get dressed, but Li Erkui hugged him immediately and pushed him back into the bed.

Seeing this, I finally couldn't hold back my anger.I picked up the jug on the table and threw it on Li Erkui's head, "I'm sorry for you, uncle."

Li Erkui roared and rolled off the bed, then threw himself at me again.

Regarding that fight, Li Erkui and I ended up with a bruised nose, a swollen face, and scars all over our bodies. It was impossible to tell who took advantage.If Qinglian hadn't gone to the street and called a few people to fight, I think we would have fought until we were blown out.But I feel that at least I am not too shameful, because I am wearing clothes after all, while Li Erkui is naked, this is definitely a joke in the public.

Li Erkui had a grudge with me for this, because his father was an aide under Zhang Zuolin, so he was a little unscrupulous.During that period of time, he dragged a few soldiers to the teahouse to make trouble every three days.Later, when my father knew the reason, he spent a lot of money to buy some gifts and went to the Li family in the north of the city to accompany him, so the matter was finally settled.For this reason, my father locked me in confinement for half a month.

When I was free again, the first thing I did was to find poinsettias.When he saw me, he still had a coquettish look on his face, and he seemed to have wiped out all the turmoil in the past with a frown and a smile.But I can't forget that during those days in confinement, I was thinking every day, whether this defector was worth my life for him.

I put the teacup he handed me on the table, "Why did you betray me?"

"Little third master, look at what you said, I didn't betray you, I was just trying to find a way out for myself. I am an actor, and my youth is only a few years. If someone praises me, of course I like it. If someone If two people lift me up, I will also like it."

"A few days ago you said that you would only serve me alone."

"Little third master, you are wrong again, aren't you? There are too many people coming to the hall to have fun. I told you that just to give you a psychological comfort. If you didn't find out that time, you might still start now." Happy. Don't you think that's bad?"

"No, that's a fool's joy." I looked at the silk quilt, stood up, walked over, pulled it over and threw it on the ground, "Every time I think of you and a black mane covered in mane, I feel sick when pigs sleep."

The poinsettia glanced at me, took another sip of tea, and said unhurriedly: "You asked me to serve you wholeheartedly, but can you do it consistently? When I get old and faded, don't you? You can shake your sleeves and leave, and then you can say that you can’t come. People like us, no one will ever put us in their hearts. Sly rabbits and three caves, smart people always have to leave an extra way for themselves.”

"Stop talking nonsense, third master, am I such a heartless person?" I looked at him angrily and said.

"Even if you are not merciless today, tomorrow and the next day, what about one year later and ten years later? There will always be a day when you will leave here without mercy, and never look back."

"Poinsettia, you and I are absolutely in love today." Before I finished speaking, I walked out.

At this time, I realized that there are wind flowers and snow moons in the hall, but there is absolutely no love.Also, don't talk about serious things with some unscrupulous people, they can't accept it.As for the relationship between men and men, it's best to just talk nonsense and not talk about anything else.

During those few days, I was entangled in this matter and became taciturn.Later, I thought that maybe I was really the kind of person that Poinsettia said. Since it was just for fun, sooner or later I would get tired of it. In that case, I might really "leave without regret".Thinking of this, I was relieved again.

A friend named Li Gu knew about my troubles, and he casually cited Li Bai's "Will Enter the Wine" to comfort me and said: "You must have fun to the fullest in life, and don't let the golden cup be empty to the moon."

I think about it, too, playing with emotions in this world is tantamount to asking for death, whoever is serious will really lose.

So, I started to sneak out of the teahouse again, wandering among the various halls, indulging in pleasure, looking for joy every day.It's just that I no longer believe in the romance between men. No matter whose bedroom I step into, I know clearly in my heart: I'm here just to play.I don't want to be a gentleman, just a jerk.Because only the bastard's happiness is harmless to the body and mind.

From winter to spring, Li Gu and another Bannerman friend of the Sardu family asked me to go out of the city to enjoy the willows in spring, and I happily went.

The moat outside the city of Beijing is very wide and deep. It looks light green, and the sprouting willows on the bank are also tender green. Between each other, there is a bit of an artistic conception of "willows blowing the embankment, and the willows are like a dream". .But my cultural level is limited after all, and it is not bad to be able to look at it pleasing to the eye.

The three of us each brought fishing rods, went to the small pier to rent a small boat, bought some liquor and tea, and just wandered around for half a day.

When we have had enough fun, we will go ashore and find a "wild tea house" nearby to continue drinking tea and chatting.I don't remember the name of the wild teahouse I went to that year, but the general appearance is still the same: there are a few thatched huts in the middle of a vegetable field, and the vegetable field is surrounded by a fence made of thorns, with climbing trees on it. Full of wild flowers of all colors.

There is a reed shed in front of the teahouse. If you drink tea here, you can have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery, beautiful clouds and clouds, and the poets who are in a good mood and have some literary ink may even squeeze out a few words. Say seven laws.But I don't like it here, the sun always makes me feel uncomfortable.I like to drink tea in the thatched cottage, firstly because it is lively here, and secondly because I can go and listen to operas.

Just like the style of the reed shed, the opera in the wild teahouse is also crude.There are not as many people who come here to drink tea as in the city. Of course, the tea boss will not move the whole theater troupe here for you.Therefore, apart from rap and singing such as octagonal drums and Shibuxian, there are only some simple operas that can be performed in these wild teahouses.Usually there are two or three people. After putting on their makeup, one person will come to the stage, and then rush to leave after singing.The biggest difference in listening to an opera in a wild teahouse is that there is no stage here, and the actors walk around beside you in their outfits, and the voices are real.

Maybe we went ashore a little earlier that time, sat down to drink tea, and after a long time, we didn't see any opera performers come to "stage".My friend urged me several times, and the shop owner always laughed and said "soon", "soon".Looking at the humble tea shop owner, I felt like I was the worst tea shop guy in all of Beijing.

Chapter 3

With the sound of cars and horses stopping, a small theater troupe with only three people arrived late.The shop owner first greeted him with a few words of greeting, asked about the program, and then trotted all the way to the thatched shed, and said with a smile: "The opera singer is here, and the performance will be the most popular "Green Frost Sword" shortly since the beginning of the year." , Wait for a while, the makeup will be applied after the makeup is done."

Now that the singer has come, we don't have to worry about it, but my curiosity came out at this time.I put down my teacup and walked to another thatched cottage—it was the temporary backstage of the troupe.

I raised the door curtain and was about to go in to have a look, when I almost bumped into a Huadan who had already put on makeup.Seeing that I was dressed like a son-in-law, that Huadan hastily saluted and apologized.

Although I knew he was a man, the sweet voice still surprised me.I smiled and said, "I'm just curious and came here to have a look."

That Huadan just raised her head, looked at me, smiled slightly and said, "Country Country Class, nothing surprising."

When I saw the Huadan face with makeup, my heart couldn't help beating violently for the glimpse.I saw under the meticulous patch, raised eyebrows, crystal eyes, straight nose bridge, and a pair of thin and moderate lips drooping slightly, coupled with the pink rouge and fair face, a vivid A stunning beauty.

Seeing me standing in front of him blankly, he immediately smiled and said, "If sir wants to listen to the opera, you can wait in the teahouse."

I was stunned for a moment, and immediately squeezed out some smiles to cover up the panic in my heart, "Oh, I'll go in a while, I'll go in a while."

At this time, the other two people who were putting on makeup in the backstage looked towards this side one after another. I put down the curtain and walked back to the teahouse, feeling an inexplicable loss in my heart.

When that Huadan came to the teahouse, my spirit recovered.I watched him dance lightly in front of my eyes intently, the flowing colors and the enchanting in the dance made me fascinated.Although his vocals are a bit immature, the lack of refinement between the correct and round characters is particularly valuable. Looking at his every move of hand and every shot, his fine taste is also full of charm.

The people in the teahouse cheered in unison. After singing, my two friends gave a small portion, and I touched my wallet and gave a large portion.

That Hua Dan looked at me in surprise, thanked me repeatedly, and then walked towards the backstage with small steps.

"Do you need so many rewards for watching a play in this kind of place?" The friend of the bannerman asked me with a smile.

"I like it." After I finished speaking, I stood up again and walked towards the thatched cottage that was used as a temporary backstage.

At this time, those who stayed in the teahouse, one was playing the huqin, the other was singing, and there should be only Huadan who had just finished in the backstage. Thinking of this, I actually felt a little nervous.

Again, I raised the curtain and walked in.

Hua Dan, who was taking off her makeup in the mirror, glanced at me and smiled, "Sir, are you chasing me backstage to listen to the show?"

"Yes, I didn't hear enough just now." I walked up to him.

"This is not a place to listen to operas, so don't make fun of opera actors like us from the countryside."

"No kidding, I mean it."

"If you like it, come back tomorrow, and we will sing "The Sword of Green Frost". I'm just afraid that you will get tired of listening to it."

"I won't get tired of it, even if I listen to it a hundred times."

That Huadan smiled slightly at the mirror, and continued to remove his makeup.

"Do you want to be a character?" I looked at him and said solemnly.

"Who who eats our bowl of rice doesn't want to be famous? It's just that being famous is like ascending to the sky."

"I recommend you to go to my family's tea house to sing an opera, I wonder if you would like to go?"

"Excuse me, is your tea house?"

"Shen's Tea House outside Fucheng Gate."

"I've heard of it. It's just a vulgar language to get into an indecent hall. If I get there, I will definitely be a joke."

"When you go there, you will know that their singing is not as good as yours."

"Are you the son of the Shen family?"

"What kind of son are you talking about these days? I'm Shen Chong. I usually like an old student. Master gave me a stage name of 'Liancheng'. Where's your name?"

"What kind of name do we small troupes pay attention to? My name is Shang Junqiu. Master saw that I look fair, so he gave me a nickname called 'Pearl Buck'."

"Pearl Buck, that's quite apt. I like this name."

"Smiled."

I saw that he had almost removed his make-up, so I walked up to him and looked at it again. It was another extremely delicate face. It was slightly different from the painted Huadan face. This face had beautiful features, with sharp edges and corners. The bones of the eyebrows and cheekbones, and the same wonderful smile, that smile made me feel familiar.

I made up my mind and said: "I should go, if you want to go on stage and sing, remember to come to the Shen's Teahouse outside Fucheng Gate to find me."

"Thanks to your support, if there is a chance, I will definitely pay a visit." He smiled.

I looked back at him and felt that his smile was quite charming.

After returning to the capital, I have always been obsessed with this Huadan named "Pearl Buck". I hoped that he would follow my footsteps to come to Shen's teahouse, but I never saw him.

A month later, Pearl Buck still hadn't come. I thought maybe he wouldn't come.I couldn't resist going to that wild teahouse twice, but I still didn't see her. The owner of the teahouse said that he hadn't seen Pearl Buck for a long time, so I was a little disappointed.

I continued to be my waiter in the teahouse, but my father disciplined me a little bit at this time, and it was not so easy to go out and have sex.I suspect that there must be a guy in the store who has become my father's eyeliner, because often I go out on the front foot, and my father follows behind.Then, my father just scolded me with spit and spittle, saying that I must be doing some dubious activities, and saying that I am a person who is about to get married and I am so incomprehensible.Although what he said seemed to be true, I was not willing to accept it.I feel that I am still young, and being playful is not a big problem.

However, in any case, I seldom go to Tangzi and Hualou at this time.After a quarrel with the poinsettia, I was a little disappointed in this business.I'm tired.

That year, Chiang Kai-shek led the Northern Expedition to drive away Zhang Zuolin. Not long after, the old man from the Northeast was killed by the Japanese in the old Cixi's float.Amidst the welcome of the common people in the city, the new army entered the city, and not long after, Beijing was renamed Beiping.

In fact, people in old Beijing have long been accustomed to war.Over the years, even though the city has been in constant war, those who do business in the city are still the same. Vegetable sellers, butcher sellers, and jugglers always crowd the streets. No one has ever worried about shells. Will hit himself on the head.Once, I invited some friends to the top floor of the Great World in the south of the city to watch the fierce battle between the two armies at the gate of the city. The flying bullets and shells were like fireworks on New Year’s Eve, which looked extremely brilliant.

The business of the Shen family tea house is also the same.

On that day, I was entertaining some tea guests in the private room.The guy downstairs, Xu Gansan, found me, pulled me out and said in a low voice, "Master Xiao San, there is a young man looking for you downstairs."

"Looking for me?" I was a little surprised, if it was my friends, Xu Gansan would still know him, "What kind of clothes are you wearing?"

"Wearing a long green cloth gown and a black felt hat, he looks very handsome." Speaking of this, he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Is this the actor you met in the hall before?"

"He's not from the hall." I glared at Xu Gansan, put the teapot into his hand, and stomped downstairs.

I knew it must be him, and I straightened my collar and brushed my hair as I walked.

Sure enough, it was him, he smiled when he saw me almost running downstairs.

I threw the towel in my hand on the counter, and walked up to him, "You're here."

"Well, come and have a look, I wonder if 'Little Third Master' still recognizes me?"

"What little third master, which fellow have you met who dared to call himself a master? Liancheng, just call me Liancheng. What do you think, Pearl Buck?"

"The last time I was favored by the teahouse outside the city, and today I came to disturb the city again. I don't know if it is convenient or not."

"Since you and I know each other, you don't have to be polite. Let's go upstairs and find a place to talk. It's a bit noisy here."

Seeing that he hesitated, I grabbed his arm and said, "Let's go, let's have a cup of tea."

The private room where we drink tea is called "Wangxiang". You can look at the street from the window and watch the opera with your head down. It's just that it's daytime, and our teahouse hasn't sung a "matine" for a long time. The small stage looks like It was empty.

Shang Junqiu looked around, and then looked out of the window, "Your teahouse is really grand."

"This is the credit of the previous generation. I am a buddy here. Wait for me for a while, and I will go downstairs to get tea."

"Clear tea is fine, don't spend money." Shang Junqiu looked at me and said.

"There's a new Biluochun downstairs, I'll try it out." After I finished speaking, I went downstairs.

In addition to a new pot of tea, I brought some refreshments. In short, I filled a tray to the brim.Master Li, who was in charge of refreshments, said with a smile that I was too kind to my friends, but I said that I was not so kind to every friend.

With a cup of tea and a few plates of snacks, we sat face to face at the tea table.

"You don't have to go to the market now?" I looked at him and said.

"I stopped singing a long time ago, the troupe has dispersed." His voice was very soft, but I could hear some sadness in it.

I was very surprised, "It's gone, why?"

"It's embarrassing to say the least. Now, I don't know if I'm right or wrong."

"If it's not something unspeakable, why not tell it and listen to it, brother will help you judge."

"Two months ago, some soldiers went to drink tea at the teahouse where we sang opera. After listening to the opera, a soldier threw a few oceans and asked me to sleep with him. I wondered how two big men slept. , So he refused on the spot. The soldier immediately became angry, and led other soldiers to beat people first, then smashed the teahouse, and the theater troupe was smashed through."

"Isn't this a bunch of bastards!"

"The theatrical troupe just broke up like this. I had heard of the 'sleeve-breaking habit' before, but I didn't expect to catch up with it myself. I think the troupe broke up because of me. When I left, I didn't have a single outfit. Didn't take it."

"How did you come here for the past two months?" Hearing this, I felt some pain in my heart.

"My face and body are covered with color, so I can't sing anymore. After I was raised well, I took two or three classes, but I couldn't get along with them, so I stopped singing. I do odd jobs everywhere on weekdays, and I barely get along. Have a meal."

I stroked his head and looked left and right.

"The wounds have healed long ago, and they are all minor injuries. If it's really fatal, I won't be able to make it through today."

"These bastards are really bad."

"They have been beaten back by the new army now. I just don't understand what's so interesting about two men. Am I doing something wrong?"

"You're right, it's them who are wrong." I looked at his aggrieved face and felt very uncomfortable.

"I'm delivering a letter for the master's house this time, and I happened to pass by here, so I stopped by to have a look."

I took a few sips of tea, put down the cup, looked at him and said, "Do you still want to sing?"

"I don't want to sing anymore, the world is too chaotic, I can't bear it."

"Look at this