Stage [Republic of China]

Stage [Republic of China]

Author: Tang Buqi

Introduction:

??For one person, in love with the floating city??

?Tags: wealthy family??A soft spot??Republic of China old movie??Sweet article

?Protagonist: Shui Jiu

?Supporting role: a group of scum

?Others: Jinjiang exclusive, please do not reprint

? Perspective: Subject

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◎Concept: Men should be self-improvement

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The romance is boundless, unrestrained and suave, and it's just one sentence - Boss Shui, will you follow me?

*long copy*

In troubled times, wars are raging.Dan Shuijiu, a famous Kunqu opera artist, was renamed Mr. Ruohua, and she was a commoner who shuttled around the troupe's business, or ran to deliver rice to the rebel army.

When he got off the stage, everyone said he was cold-hearted.

On the night of [-], Shui Jiu stood in front of the window in her cloak, and the night was wet and rainy.The man suddenly hugged him from behind and asked him in a hoarse voice: "Will you follow me?"

The windows were open, and the wind and rain were blaring.

Shui Jiu's eyes turned red suddenly.

after that--

That night, Boss Shui yelled in a clear and fine voice until he crackled, and gritted his teeth bitterly. "Xu Jishan, you...clothes, scum!"

**illustrate:

- From the end of the Qing Dynasty to the first year of the Republic of China, it is empty, please do not take the seat according to the number.

- Shou is a male role, 1v1 double cHE

Content tags: Wealthy families have a soft spot for old movies and sweet stories of the Republic of China

Search keywords: Protagonist: Shui Jiu┃Supporting role: A group of scum in clothes┃Others: Jinjiang exclusive, please do not reprint

One-sentence introduction: For one person, in love with the floating city.

Conception: Men should be self-improvement

1, 01

◎"That person... is Boss Shui?"◎

"Taiwan"

Text｜Tang Buqi

[Jinjiang exclusive, please do not reprint]

In [-], Jibei City was located between the Jiangnan Taoist government and the capital.

At No. 699 Biyuan Road, under the shade of trees, there is a small second floor with black tiles and white walls in the slant.The window panes are newly replaced and polished, and the shadows of people cast on them are vivid.

The maid on the windowpane was wearing narrow-legged trousers, pulled out a blue and white checked handkerchief from her waist, wiped the sweat from her forehead, then stood in front of the black leather sofa and raised her voice, "Sir, the tickets for Mingsheng Theater are here." Saying that today’s drama is not as good as in the past, it’s a Western drama, and the celebrities, wealthy gentry, gentlemen, wives and ladies in northern Hebei City will all go to join in the show, so sir, you should also go there and listen to the performance.”

Xu Jishan lightly raised her gold-rimmed glasses, looked up from the newspaper, and spoke Nanyang Mandarin with a strong accent. "Why, are stage plays popular in Jibei City?"

"I heard that those students from Jibei Public School set up a drama association, and it's not clear who sent the tickets."

Xu Jishan glanced at the flower ticket on the long cabinet and frowned. "The troubles in the south are so fierce, and the north of Hebei is still performing dramas. Really, a business woman doesn't know the hatred of subjugation."

The maid didn't understand this, and just thought the gentleman from Nanyang was upset again. "Sir, the theater ticket..."

"Let it go!"

Xu Jishan was noncommittal, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and reopened the newspaper.

When the western clock struck eleven, the maid came in again, folded her hands in front of her belly, lowered her head and asked him respectfully. "Sir, do you want to eat at home?"

After calling twice in a row, Xu Jishan raised her head in surprise, half-closed her eyes behind the glasses, hesitated for a while, then shook her head and said, "No, I'm going to the business."

The maid sent Xu Jishan downstairs, and the driver who followed her was already waiting at the door.The driver is a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old, with long arms and legs, a clever face, and can speak a few Hokkien dialects.The reason why Xu Jishan chose this young man to be the driver was because he was smart and handsome, and he usually went out with him on errands, and he was not shy when meeting oriental people or those tall-nosed and deep-eyed foreign company clerks.

Xu Jishan raised her hand to put on her wide-brimmed black-brimmed hat, remembering what she had just read about the refugees fleeing into Jiangnan Road in the newspaper, she turned around and told the maid again. "There's no need to stay for dinner."

"Yes, sir."

Xu Jishan walked out of the round doorway shaded by trees on both sides, and her shiny leather shoes stepped on the cobblestones, making a slight clicking sound.In April and May, the weather in the south of the Yangtze River is hot and dry, and the wind blows his blue-gray gown, bringing some coolness.

The driver waited for him to get into the car, closed the door, and asked with a smile: "Sir, why didn't you go to the theater today? Boss Shui's performance of "The Legend of the White Snake" is a masterpiece! Everyone who has heard it Thumbs up, it’s a beautiful person with a beautiful voice, it’s a pity not to be listed in Mingsheng Theater.”

Xu Jishan closed her eyes slightly to rest, and hummed nonchalantly.

The driver immediately shut up cleverly, turned on the radio to listen to the news for his husband, and drove honestly.The road run over by the wheels is not smooth. After leaving the small second floor of Biyuan Road with black tiles and white walls, it is not far to drive to the bustling Joffre Road, where trams crawl slowly and clang.Looking out of the car window, you can see people in the nearby alleys hanging bamboo poles to dry clothes, and the flower seller is carrying bamboo baskets and selling fresh magnolia flowers along the way.

The thirteen merchants that Xu Jishan runs in Jibei City are spread all over the planet, and the largest one is on Xiafei Road.

"Sir, the firm is here."

Xu Jishan, who was sitting in the back row, raised her hand and rubbed the bridge of her nose, raised her gold-rimmed glasses slightly, and asked a question abruptly. "He can sing "Legend of the White Snake"?"

"...Huh?" The driver was a little bit out of touch.

Xu Jishan asked again patiently in Nanyang Mandarin. "That water boss, can he sing "Legend of the White Snake"?"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, Boss Shui sang "Legend of the White Snake" very well, and everyone said it was a masterpiece in northern Hebei." The driver turned his head enthusiastically, and said with a smile: "Why, sir, you changed your mind. Shall I take you to the Mingsheng Theater?"

Xu Jishan pinched the bridge of her nose again, stabilized her thin gold-rimmed glasses with her fingers, and said with a smile, "That's all I'm asking. Now that a large number of refugees are fleeing to Jiangnan Road, the commercial stores need to prepare more rice, flour, grain and oil, and they have to be prepared for wars." Burning to the north of Hebei, I'm as busy as a spinning top, how can I have time to listen to people's gossip and go to church."

The driver chuckled, opened the car door, waited for Xu Jishan to get out of the car, and looked up in surprise when he saw him flicking up his long gown to leave or not.

Xu Jishan is very tall among Nanyang people. He is about 180 cm tall and has a honey-colored skin. He wears a pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses and usually wears a long gown and mandarin jacket. Three points laugh.The wealthy gentry and wealthy guests of Hebei City traveled from south to north, and when they mentioned this Mr. Xu from Nanyang, they all praised him for his elegance.

So the driver wasn't really afraid of him, he smiled and called again. "Mr. Xu?"

The phrase "Mr. Xu" made Xu Jishan slightly startled.He raised his hand to press down his hat with a wide brim and black brim, and actually smiled and said something gossip. "I grew up with my grandpa. Grandpa is from the south of the Yangtze River. I heard from him that every year when the Qiantang River is in high tide, the village will set up a stage and invite people to sing. This "Legend of the White Snake" was my favorite song in the past. Son."

The driver grinned, revealing eight white teeth. "Mr. Xu, your grandpa likes theater?"

Xu Jishan also laughed, pushed down the brim of her hat again, and lightly dusted her gown. "Speaking of which, I haven't heard "Legend of the White Snake" for many years."

"Then, Mr. Xu, do you have time to listen?"

Xu Jishan smiled faintly as he walked towards the store. "It's time to listen to it."

Having said that, he has too many things on his mind. When he and the cashier in the commercial firm finish looking through the account books and reconciling this month's income, all he can think of is the sound of copper and silver. How can he remember "The Legend of the White Snake"? ".

The accountant is still crackling and planning. "Boss, if you start to buy tung oil next month according to what you said, according to the recent situation, it will have to be transported on the road for a month, and those Dongyang people are in a hurry to get the goods."

Xu Jishan was tired all afternoon, and was eating a few greasy red Gaoyou salted duck eggs with cold water. Hearing this, he said without raising his head: "Oriental people are always in a hurry to rush the goods, but the other teams on Jiangnan Road fought fiercely." , they may not be able to stay in northern Hebei for long."

The sound of crackling and planning stopped.

The accountant asked in surprise: "Then what do you mean by my boss...?"

"This batch of tung oil is not for the Orientals."

Gaoyou salted duck eggs have more double yolks, and the color is bright and delicate like rouge paste, which melts in the mouth.Xu Jishan picked up a chopstick, chewed slowly, and laughed slowly after taking a big mouthful of rice. "Nowadays there are wars everywhere, and Northern Hebei belongs to Jiangnan Dao. The officers and soldiers of this Jiangnan Daofu will always have to show their strength."

The accountant didn't understand the affairs of the Taoist yamen, so he only pondered the meaning of Xu Jishan's words for a while, and after a while, he folded his hands and said with a smile: "In that case, then according to the owner's wishes, let the guys come from all the state capitals. Dao started to bring tung oil over here."

"Ah."

After Xu Jishan finished his meal in a hurry, he explained a few words to the accountant about going to the Hang Lung Bank to exchange money orders. After he walked out of his own business, it was already getting late outside, and the clouds were stretched into thin lines. It also resembles the marshmallows on the burden of a peddler traveling from south to north.

Xu Jishan looked up at the sky, pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, and just as he closed his eyes, he heard a very cold man's voice drifting past his ears.

— “Pull me to Paramount.”

The man's voice was clear and lingling, like a Lun sound piercing his ears.

Xu Jishan subconsciously opened her eyes, and saw a rickshaw trotting past him with people on its back.

The man in the car was wearing a cold white shirt, with a neatly shaved crew cut, and his hair was as black as ink, facing half of Xu Jishan's face