Fengtian past events

The old and coquettish Beishi Market is as prosperous as ever, and the orange blossoms of the lights cover the smoke of the war, as if it is rooted in a deformed blood pool and blooms out of a corrupt flower.

The flow of people is like weaving, and there is a lot of traffic.I shuttled among them, not forgetting to lower the brim of my hat, passing by some Japanese people in kimonos from time to time, which had a different kind of stimulation.The drunken Japanese soldiers hooked their shoulders, enjoying the dignity and leisure of being a human being at this moment.I used to be one of them, but today I am like a disguised street mouse, walking slowly along the curb to test the effect of the camouflage.

Works great, walks very smoothly.I thought about it and looked around the familiar streets: there were many more Japanese taverns, opium halls, and geisha halls, the plaques made of light boxes were full of Japanese, and Chinese objects were only seen in simple carts and vending stalls.In a trance, this is not Fengtian, but a random city in Japan—Tokyo, Osaka, and Kyoto. They are shaped like siblings, with similar but not entirely similar faces, but the same blood flowing.

Looking back at these low Japanese-style buildings, I was completely lost in the vertical and horizontal rice fields.Maybe in a few years, the whole city will completely wash away the imprint of China, abandoning the magnificent five spines and six beasts, and even my grandson will be a Japanese who only regrets why he is not Japanese.

Unknowingly, I came to the Feihong Pavilion in Pingkangli.Pingkangli Liumo Huaqu, Feihong Pavilion is one of them, not only famous, but also widely known.It is not far from the Daguan Tea Garden, and it is the same as the youth, but it is different from the repressed and taboo talk in the alley behind the Daguan Tea Garden. Things and life smooth.

Mr. Gui led some young and beautiful prostitutes to welcome the guests at the door.The prostitute has black temples and crimson lips, her immature face is covered with gorgeous gouache, her pupils are not perfect, but Gu Pan's charm is as old as her makeup.With slender hands, the gauze rippling, the fragrance of the powder seems to be condensed into visible dust, sucked into the esophagus, it is actually like a smoke bubble, and it is drunk.

A pretty girl in a bright yellow cheongsam with high crosses wrapped my arm, and as she led her into the house, she said with a sneer, "Your face is so tense, I think it's the first time I've come back, so I asked my servant to serve you, lord." Can you give me a face?"

I neither answered her nor pushed her away, but just asked, "Where's your little mother?"

The girl covered her mouth and smiled: "Grandpa, your mouth is really full of honey. 'Little' mother is happy to hear that, so let us sisters have fun too!"

I took out a golden bean, stuffed it into her collar, and said with a sideways look: "Is it you making me happy, or is I making you happy?"

The girl pretended to be crying and wiped the corners of her eyes lightly, but she answered honestly: "Little mother led some sisters to parade through the streets, sir, which sister do you have a crush on, can't we catch your eyes?"

I wiped my tears for her, and said with a smile: "It's not good to have swollen eyes from crying, and you don't have to cry. To tell you the truth, the man has taken a fancy to your little mother and came here specially."

The girl changed her face like flipping through a book, she shed her tears in an instant, her eyes were shining brightly from the corner of her eye, she punched her shoulders with fists, and said angrily, "You are not serious! We have prepared a little wine upstairs, do you want to come if you like!"

"You're still throwing a tantrum," I shook my head helplessly, "Is there only wine? Is there anything to eat?"

There are not many Japanese here.One side nourishes the other side, the Chinese love the Chinese, and the Japanese love the Japanese; the Japanese only go to their Red Leaf Pavilion, and they don’t understand the beauty of the Emerald Red Pavilion.

I relaxed a little, got bolder, and raised my voice.I walked this road on my feet, and I was walking on thin ice. I was already hungry, but I didn't dare to stop.Although Xiao Jizai has a big temper, his movements are nimble. After a while, four dishes, one soup and two Xiehe noodles and steamed buns were placed on the small table.

Xiehe noodles are made of corn, millet, elm seeds and sawdust, and the smell is not right, it is astringent in the mouth, and it hurts the throat.Growing up so big, even though he has been in poverty for the past two years and has been imprisoned, he has never eaten such an unpalatable taste.

Looking at the dishes and soup without any oil or water, I sighed deeply.

Chick Cub chirped: "You're still not hungry, and everything tastes good when you're hungry. If we can eat these on weekdays, we'll burn incense and worship Buddha early, in time for the Chinese New Year."

I gave her the steamed buns, drank some soup to warm my stomach, and asked, "Then what do you usually eat?"

Chick Cub took a big mouthful of steamed buns, looked very hungry, but still knew he needed to swallow it, and replied clearly: "It looks like it came from a wealthy family. Have you ever eaten acorn noodles? It's as bitter as medicine." It’s like, I can’t poop after eating, and my stomach is swollen at night, which is why my brother died of bloat.”

I couldn't eat any more, so I put down my chopsticks and said, "Eat slowly, call what you want, and I will pay for it."

Chick Cub suddenly remembered something, put down his chopsticks, and said, "Don't hand out gold indiscriminately, gold is worthless now, if the Orientals see it, they will go to the bank to inform them, and then You have to sell them for less money."

Tears welled up in my eyes and then down my cheeks. It was rare for me to make a windfall for myself, but it was worthless.The face was calm, and he said with a smile: "You unrestrained chick, if I work for them, you are not afraid that I will inform you?"

Chick Cub hurriedly gnawed on the steamed buns, let out a long breath, patted his stomach and said, "Then blame me for being wrong, and it can be regarded as repaying the favor of a meal. To be honest, it's better to die alive and hungry."

I feel a little distressed, she can be seen to be young, but she puts on makeup, which confuses her eyes. She can be thirteen or fourteen, fifteen or sixteen, but if she goes up, she won't be.However, at my age, she is still young, but she already has the courage to defy life and death.

Not necessarily courage, but suffering too much in life, and yearning to be done after death.

There was a lot of noise downstairs, Xiao Jizai opened the window and looked at me, then turned to me and said, "The person you are looking for is back."

I got up and brushed off my robe, and said to the chick, "You eat yours, I'll go by myself."

"That's not okay, you'll be scolded."

Since she insisted, I took a step back.When I came to the stairs, I could see that the old bustard was in high spirits.There are a few jokes among the guests and friends, but most of them are ceremonial and do not dare to overstep.

The old bustard also had a face full of makeup and powder, age could not be discerned, it was plain, with a big mouth, the bright red lip balm was squeezed, and it was painted into a bloody mouth, which was a bit of the beauty of a Western clown.

Xiao Jizai pushed me and said: "I'm afraid of her, just talk about yourself when you come to her, I will slip away by myself when I find a chance."

"to make."

I hastened my pace, and when there were still two or three steps to go, I caught the eyes of the bustard.I don't want to be too ostentatious, so I said in a warm voice: "Little mother is really well-trained, and I will be in your daughter's country, and I will not miss leaving."

Afraid that she would laugh loudly and attract crowds to watch and reveal her identity, she hurriedly said: "The layout is also very tasteful. I just came down from the upstairs. The downstairs is lively, but the top is quiet. It can be called a 'winding path leading to seclusion'... ..."

After emphasizing the verse, the old bustard didn't change his face, just smiled and said: "I'm so new to you, but this is the first time I've come here? A cry of 'little mother' made my heart blossom. What do you want to order when you come down? After the order is over, if you like to be quiet , little mother will personally take you to the cleanest place!"

Next to the bustard, a man hugging a girl and drinking flowers and wine said drunkenly: "Hey, the 'little mother' also made a show when she saw the handsome little boy! Hahahaha..."

The old bustard waved his handkerchief at him, and said with a coquettish smile, "Master, go drink your wine!"

I smiled and said, "The wind blows just now, it's a bit cold, let's serve a pot of hot tea."

After giving orders to the waiter, the bustard twisted her waist and swung her hips to lead the way, and the chick cub had already gone to nowhere.Upstairs is a promenade extending in all directions, with boxes of different types of high, medium and low grades.The madam took me into a room in the northwest corner, which was no bigger than a utility room, and a bed took up half of the room.The old bustard stepped on the bed, pushed away two tiles on the ceiling, put down a soft ladder, and looked through the four corners. There was a hole above it, like an attic, and the area was not small.

The old bustard asked, "What's the name?"

The parties are different, so in order to avoid causing trouble for Liu Guoqing, they used an alias: "Liu Kezhou, Liu Guoqing introduced him, he is coming tonight."

The old bustard was taken aback: "Liu Guoqing?"

"——Liu Qingchen," I hurriedly changed my words, "Guoqing is his name. I'm used to it in the past, so I can't change it."

The old bustard said: "You go up and wait first, the Qing minister has not received a message, and there is no time."

The author has something to say: Gold is worthless, Lao Yi is very worried.