Big Dream Chase

He Chen has been a fan of this play for a long time.

Fanciers who can hear a good one are also crazy.The old saying in the Liyuan Industry - "If you are not crazy, you can't survive", it is much more suitable for this group of theater fans than it is for actors.

That night, before Leng Peijiu finished taking off her makeup and changing her clothes, He Chen slapped her back in that bright yellow queen outfit.

He Yu was temporarily ordered to lead people to block the door of Leng Peijiu's private room, and the barrel of the gun was erected, and none of the rampant fans went in.

The chief manager had never seen this occasion before. He didn't know that in Beiping, those senior fanciers could do far more crazy things than this.The wives, young ladies and sons and boys surrounded the circle. They were black and full of vigor, and they were more energetic than dogs in the middle of the night.

At that time, someone shouted: "Commander He wants to cover the sky with one hand?! Is there any law for the king! Freedom of action and speech, what does this mean?!"

When He Chen took Leng Peijiu away, he said: "I am Wang Fa!"

It can also be seen that it is for beauty and audacity.

Compared to the madness in the backstage, Su Muyu lifted his ass and left after listening to the play.Lian Ming took his coat and chased him out. The neon lights outside the theater were flickering, as if the whole sleepless Shanghai, life was just about to begin.

After beeping several times, Su Muyu lowered his head and walked forward.The expression is calm, and the soul has not yet returned to its place.The multicolored lights shone on his face, and the eyelashes shook off a moment of loneliness covered with gold powder.

The world is divided into two in the front, the sky is like splashing ink, and the world is full of paper and gold.The neon lights are flickering, the buildings are as bright as day, the luxury cars are passing by, the streets are like golden snakes, and the cracks between the billboards are all filled with enchanting dreams.

This is a world where reality and fantasy cannot be distinguished, just like in the play just now, Su Muyu was fascinated by hearing it, and entered the realm.I really touched something that does not belong to this era.

Lian Ming doesn't quite understand, but art appreciation should be connected.Leng Peijiu's singing, acting, figure, and eyes can't be faked.Since they can communicate with each other, Lian Ming can hear a bit of sadness.But in his impression, this is obviously a romantic drama.

Lian Ming doesn't understand drama, but he always understands Su Muyu.

Boss Su wandered around the bustling streets, bumping into people without looking up.Lian Ming followed behind to help make an apology, and he had to be careful not to knock his feet.

Great Shanghai dances and dances to promote peace, dancers smoke at the door, and jazz carnivals at night.But all of this is nothing compared to the illusion given by Leng Peijiu just now.

Su Muyu walked for a long time until he could no longer see the Osmanthus Garden.He stopped and looked back in the brilliance of the bubble age.

I can't see this location.

You can't see the colorful building, you can't see Wujiapo, you can't see Wang Baochuan, who is overwhelmed by the country, and you can't see that sincere Leng Peijiu.

His soul seemed to have come back, the deep soreness on his face was gone, only the pain in his eyebrows, and there were still traces of scars.

Su Muyu suddenly asked: "Lian Ming, you said love and responsibility, how can you have both?"

"This question is too broad. How about saying, what did you hear from Boss Leng?"

Lian Ming has always been very skillful in speaking, and he cuts to the core more delicately and accurately than others.

Su Muyu pondered for a moment, and put away the lost look: "You said that between Wang Baochuan and Xue Pinggui, is there more love, or more moral bondage, responsibility chains, or more."

"People in the world always regard this story as a model of love. How loyal, tenacious, and great you have been for 18 years. But who ever really asked Wang Baochuan whether you were suffering or not? During those 18 blank years Li, are you tired after all?"

Lian Ming knew that Su Muyu's play soul hadn't left yet, so Leng Peijiu was really a character.It not only sings to people's hearts, but also hooks people's souls away.

Lian Ming had no choice but to choose words carefully to comfort him: "In that era, keeping the chastity was a virtue. Marrying a person was actually marrying a tablet. When you die, you will get another memorial tablet. For the family, this is a honor."

"It's an honor and a responsibility."

Comparing Su Muyu to Zhen'er, it can be seen that Leng Peijiu "has done a lot of harm".

"I'm afraid I'm crazy and stupid, so I want to do this. You said that Wang Baochuan went to the Golden Palace for 18 years in the cold kiln. At first glance, he saw the beautiful and young Princess Daizhan. If it were Leng Peijiu, he would be crazy!"

Lian Ming wants to say that he is not crazy, he is very crazy, and he wants you to be crazy with him.But he didn't talk, and when Su Muyu vented on his own, it was like watching a movie or a book with an unsatisfactory ending, and he always had to complain.

Su Muyu said regretfully: "Wang Baochuan waited for 18 years, became a queen for [-] days, and died secretly. Do you think it's worth it?"

Lian Ming said, "It's not worth it."

"It's not worth it. Why would he do it?"

"Because of loyalty."

When Lian Ming said these two words, Su Muyu was stunned for a moment, suddenly remembered some causes and consequences.His soul has completely returned, and his mind is clear.He completely pulled out of the drama, and opened his mouth after a while.

Su Muyu said: "It turns out that he did it for loyalty."

Lian Ming couldn't figure it out, and Su Muyu didn't specify whether it was "he" or "she".

In the ear, there is the roar of the steam whistle of the ship on the distant harbor, which is deafening.This thick, hoarse and high-pitched voice pierced through Ye Shanghai's decadent music and laughter.

This sound disturbed the travel dreams of many people, but the rhythm of the metropolis was not disturbed by it.

Su Muyu hesitated for a while, then suddenly smiled.

He said: "Whether it's Xue Pinggui, who thought he rode a white horse through three passes, and then left Xiliang unattended, or Wang Baochuan, who spent 18 years in exchange for an unnamed title, in the end, it's all about loyalty. .”

One "loyalty" and one "righteousness" are written separately.It is loyalty and loyalty, and abides by women's morality.It is benevolent and chivalrous, and abides by the rules.

The world is not benevolent, and treats everything as a straw dog.In this world, in fact, there is no prejudice between men and women, and everything.He is not biased, regardless of whether you are loyal and righteous, or treacherous and cunning.

At the end of the day, you have to go back to your own life.

How can the ancient world know loyalty?In fact, it's all in the heart.

Lian Ming climbed onto Su Muyu's shoulder, squeezed it twice, and finally took out the cigarette case from his bag.He handed one to Boss Su: "I'm not trying to spoil you, it's up to you whether you smoke or not. It's just that it's easy to get exhausted physically and mentally in your job."

Su Muyu glanced at him and waved his hand: "I don't smoke, I don't know how to smoke. What's wrong with our line of work, keeping my name incognito, and devoting myself to maintaining peace in another world, I can be regarded as loyal and loyal."

Even Ming knew that he was laughing at himself, but he didn't try to comfort him.He said: "If you don't wait until you go back this time, you will quit. Let me introduce you to a job so that you can live comfortably for the rest of your life. How about it?"

"Tsk, is there such a good thing?"

Su Muyu glanced at him.

"Of course." Lian Ming stretched out his hand, turned his fingertips, and pointed at himself, "For example, be my person."

Su Muyu closed his eyes, not wanting to see this psychopath.

Lian Ming continued: "Don't forget, I'm chasing you."

It's like child's play to say this.

Su Muyu nodded, turned and left.

He seriously perfunctory: "Yes, yes, I know."

Lian Ming followed, seeing that his mood improved, he couldn't help laughing, and the two disappeared into the gorgeous night.

Only the wind heard Boss Su's last mutter - that Leng Peijiu sang this play to express his loyalty and righteousness.

At that time, Shanghai looked like an isolated island when looking at the whole of China.It isolates backwardness, isolates wars, beasts dance at their will, and is extravagant.Young people, young people, old people, men and women, they laugh and cry, they cheer and dance.

The floating life in the city takes away the heavy emptiness of life.The soul full of red dust in the sensual place, eventually reduced to a wild ghost pretending to be elegant.

What loyalty, what righteousness.Here, how many people can understand.

Leng Peijiu sang in her own way, and she didn't care whether others understood or not after singing, but he knew tonight——He Chen understood.

He Chen took Leng Peijiu back to the mansion, and ordered the servant to put the hot water.During this period, when Leng Peijiu said that she needed to change clothes, Commander He had a distraught face, and he insisted on doing fine work with rough hands, helping someone change clothes for the first time.

Leng Peijiu's little face was extremely red, a little embarrassed, but also nostalgic for He Chen's rare tenderness.The man was dressed in a well-fitting, tall and handsome military uniform, changing clothes for himself, the queen who had just been "proclaimed".

The two were silent, a little weird.This progress was so fast that it was a little embarrassing to even speak.Leng Peijiu obediently took off her costume, leaving only a snow-white jacket.

He Chen soaked the face towel from the hot water basin, and then frantically helped Leng Peijiu remove her makeup.After working for a long time, he couldn't control the strength in his hands well. The pain caused Boss Leng to grin his teeth and call to stop repeatedly.

He Chen frowned: "Uncomfortable?"

Leng Peijiu didn't know how to answer. To be honest, she was uncomfortable, but she just didn't appreciate it.Speaking of comfortable, where is it comfortable?Conscience can't make it through.He had no choice but to say: "Commander, Pei Jiu will come by herself, the Commander won't clean it up like this."

He Chen knew that he was disgusted by his extravagance, so he snorted softly, and handed him the face scarf: "The face is so thickly painted, it's so muddled, it's a mess!"

Leng Peijiu had just covered her face with a veil, when she heard He Chen scolding nonsensically, she burst out laughing.He showed a pair of eyes, bent into the moon: "The commander's words are not important, and the opera singer doesn't wear makeup, so how can he sing? Do you want the imperial concubine Yuji to have a plain face to please the king?"

He Chen put a cigarette in his mouth, confused: "Smile more from now on, you still look good when you smile."

Leng Peijiu said: "Peijiu should smile a lot, the commander just doesn't like to watch it."

"I don't like to see you smile to please you," He Chen said, "you have to smile sincerely."

Leng Peijiu suddenly closed her mouth, and wiped off the cleansing oil on her face with a handkerchief.

The two fell into speechless awkward silence again. After a while, Leng Peijiu answered: "Commander, teach Peijiu, teach me."

He Chen frowned, clicked his tongue, and asked if the hot water was ready.

Leng Peijiu lowered her head, thinking that she had said something wrong again.In fact, He Chen felt pity. After tonight's play, something changed between the two of them, and it became very different.Just like a seed is sown in spring, the branches and leaves slowly push away the heavy soil and welcome the sky.

But there are still many barriers between the two, and if they don't communicate with each other without putting aside their worries, they won't be able to connect with each other for a day.They can see the light on each other from the opera, but they can't reach out and grab it.

He Chen understood now that he was fascinated by the show, and finally fell in love with Leng Peijiu.He knew that it must not be easy for someone to sing with such ecstasy.

And what is so unique about Leng Peijiu?He Chen wanted to know, he couldn't wait any longer.

To dig, to understand, to cut open Leng Peijiu's young and immature shell, to see the raw jade and pure gold inside him.

What was Leng Peijiu thinking?He sang "Wang Baochuan" and worked hard on the word "loyalty".He walked through all kinds of dramas and went through thousands of dynasties.It's hard to find a bosom friend, you should throw it with papaya and hold it with Qiongju.

He Chen came and started to look at him squarely, but why did Leng Peijiu feel a few strands of unspeakable panic?

At night, He Chen was wearing a shirt and military trousers, stripped Leng Peijiu naked, and threw him into the bathtub.

At first, Boss Leng thought it was a quirk of rich people, like doing it in the bathroom, which was more exciting.Unexpectedly, He Chen really only bathed him, the soft handkerchief slid over Leng Peijiu's thin back, the only sound was the sound of water rippling in the steamy room.

After washing, He Chen wiped him dry, frowned and complained: "Too thin."

Leng Peijiu was no longer afraid of him, and said, "Then Peijiu eats more plumply, there is still a place for you on this bed?"

He Chen pursed the corners of his lips, but he didn't suppress his smile after all.

That night, Leng Peijiu was ready to turn upside down again, and she was quite determined.To be honest, He Chen's technique is not very good, and that thing is scary big.There were many times in one night, and it was myself who suffered the next day.

But he had to bear it, and he couldn't tell Commander He: You can't live well.

Do you still want to live?You must be shot!

In the end, He Chen climbed onto the bed that day, but he didn't want him.Leng Peijiu hesitated for a moment, thinking that the commander was implying that he was taking the initiative, he sat on He Chen's lap, slipped his silk pajamas under his shoulders, and was ready to look at his seductive eyes.

He Chen stretched out his hand and put Leng Peijiu's clothes on for him.Then let him come down and said: "I don't want you tonight, Xiao Jiu, let's talk."

Leng Peijiu paused.It turned out that in the backstage of the theater, that "Xiao Jiu" that He Chen called was really not a hallucination.

The author has something to say: ① I will give you an "isolated island literature" for science popularization, and some sweethearts probably know it.

"Isolated Island" refers to the Shanghai Concession that was surrounded by occupied areas from November 1937 to December 11. After the fall of Shanghai in November 1942, some literary and art workers took advantage of the special environment of the Shanghai Concession to persist in anti-Japanese literature activities under the siege of Japanese invading forces. It lasted four years until the Pearl Harbor Incident in December 12. One month, call it "isolated island literature".

The "isolated island literature" at that time was rich in works, and Zhang Ailing, Huang Chang, Su Qing and others began to emerge.I recommend Xiao Hong's book "The Field of Life and Death", which was considered a shock at the time.

This article captures Shanghai from "1935 to 1937". In my humble opinion, Shanghai in this period has already begun to take the shape of an "isolated island".Whether it is in terms of culture, entertainment, economy and other industries, it shows a prosperity that is not equal to other places.