Fengtian past events

March 1939, Shanghai.

This is a bustling and modern city, and it is also a city with the greatest disparity between cloud and mud.

Leaving the train station, the gentleman in suits and leather shoes walked hurriedly with bags. When he reached the street, a woman with the most popular hairstyle nowadays was wearing high heels, her figure wrapped in a cheongsam was slim and graceful.

It is early spring in Shanghai in March, the air is hot and humid during the day, and the night wind blows again at night, which makes people's arms feel cold and straightens the purlins.

The foreigners receiving relief on the side of the road looked numb and dressed in rags. They walked straight for tens of meters and found a pastry shop.Old men begging on street corners are disheveled and sluggish. The wall tiles they lean on belong to the fashion house of Mrs. Green.

Sitting in a rickshaw and watching all the way, it is really like watching a movie, I just feel that I have watched all the world.The coachman only spoke Shanghai dialect, which I couldn't understand, so I had to sign the price with my fingers, and only set off after both parties were satisfied.

He may be too expensive, but he can't speak the language, so he can't.

I can't help but sigh, since the beginning of the Qin Dynasty, the cars have the same track and the same text, and now they have returned to the original point.

The accommodation arranged above is in Huizhong Hostel.Huizhong Hostel is located on Sanma Road, which belongs to the public concession, and it is also a good road section. This road has the most food, books and newspapers, and two streets away is a paradise for women.

Because I made an appointment in advance and registered, the hostel waiter took me to the room.The room is on the third floor, just an ordinary room.Here, my identity is a businessman who buys and sells real estate, and I wear a businessman's attire: shirt, trousers, vest, and leather shoes.The shirt does not wear a tie, one cuff is rolled up to the forearm, revealing the watch, the trousers are piled up at the ankle, and the leather shoes are rubbed with dust, with a dusty look.

The waiter took the luggage and said with a smile as if chatting upstairs: "Where are you from? Can you stay for a long time?"

The post of waiter is a special position in Shanghai. Together with the cases in the theater, the dancer class in the dance hall, the foreman in the small factory and the "informant" in the police station, it is also called "the person who eats fried rice". Not a member of the underworld, but the background is inextricably linked with the underworld.Just take the tea house as an example. As far as I know, the boss does not pay wages. On the contrary, if he wants to be a tea house, he must first pay two taels of gold as a "deposit" (deposit), and he will also be fully responsible for the purchase of home furnishings for the assigned room during the period. , mahjong tiles, opium, etc., are the icing on the cake.And all the income comes from the residents, such as consumption, gambling or introduction fees for prostitutes-this is quite considerable.

Therefore, it is not the boss but the waiter who cannot be offended the most.

Hearing his question, he unbuttoned his vest and replied with a smile: "I come from Fengtian, but a businessman can't settle for a corner. There are many opportunities in Shanghai, so I come here to discuss a business."

The waiter said a few more auspicious words, opened the door of the room, handed over the key, and told some rules, and did not leave. Seeing that I took out the generous tip that I had prepared earlier, Fang smiled openly, took it, and went downstairs to wait next guest.

This room is not in a good location, it is next to the road, and it is quite noisy at night, but for me, it is perfect.From the window of the room, the road can be seen in a panoramic view. At the moment when the lights are on, it looks like a stretching fire dragon lying on the ground, which is a very urbanized scene.

Carefully close the curtains, the room is dark, only the desk lamp is on.After sorting out the luggage and resting for a while, I didn't leave the room until it was completely dark.

When I went downstairs, the waiter was still there, and greeted me warmly.

In response, he suddenly thought of something, and asked casually, "How can I get to the nearest movie theater?"

The waiter talked about it in detail, and recommended several newly released movies.I can't forget to give him a roll of notes.The moment he stepped out of the hostel, the humid night wind rushed to his face, as if he had entered a steamer.

Walked a little further along Third Avenue, turned into a narrow alley, there was a coffee shop at the corner, I went in and ordered a cup of coffee.The coffee was not touched, so I sat for a while and then left, found a Chinese restaurant, where I ate a bowl of small wontons, walked around again, and returned near the middle of the night.

The waiter is no longer there, and an older one has been replaced.

I looked at the front desk and asked, "Can I borrow the phone?"

The waiter was keeping accounts, crackling his abacus, without raising his head, he just let out a "hmm".

He picked up the phone and dialed the number, then hung up after three rings.The waiter didn't notice anything wrong.He dialed the number again, this time it rang for a little longer, then he put down the phone and said to himself, "Why is there always no one answering?"

There was still no movement in the waiter, only the sound of beads colliding between fingers.I put down the phone and turned to go upstairs.

On the second day, I slept until the sun was three poles before waking up. I was exhausted from the long train ride yesterday, but today I felt refreshed after getting enough sleep.It was time for lunch, and after packing up, I left the hostel, but instead of looking for something to eat, I went to the movie theater I had greeted yesterday.

It is normal to wait for people at the cinema or at the entrance of the theater.I bought an English "Hollywood" magazine at the newsstand next to the movie theater, looked at the pictures, and only smoked half a cigarette. A man came hurriedly from West Street with a handbag, walking in a long gown, with a gentleman's button on his head. hat, clothes are old but neat, if put on a pair of round glasses, it is the dress of a shabby scholar.

He read the magazine in my hand and walked past me without stopping.I handed over the movie tickets I bought, and the two of them entered and sat in the last row without attracting any attention.The movie was Mr. Chaplin's "Modern Times," and it was such an entertaining and catchy movie that at the end of the screening, everyone was laughing and talking about it.

We finished among the crowd, left the movie theater, and walked on the road, he said, "Wu Yuan."

I replied to make it clear that he meant that his current pseudonym was "Wu Yuan".

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"In front is the Spring Breeze Songyue Tower, go and sit there."

Chunfeng Songyuelou is a well-known vegetarian restaurant, still famous for its plain noodles.Diagonally opposite is the Huizhong Hotel, and the room I was in was facing it from a distance. When I looked up, I saw thick curtains without leaving a single gap.

It was the afternoon at this time, and it was not time for dinner. Men and women who were fashionable and fashionable all flocked to cafes, western restaurants and other places to have afternoon tea. Even restaurants like Chunfeng Songyuelou were few people and the sun was shining. But there is a hint of lazy taste.

I chose a seat against the wall, ordered two plain noodles, and called the waiter for a new pot of tea.While waiting, Wu Yuan briefly talked about the situation in Shanghai recently, and the last contact point of our people was at the hotel.

I nodded my head, and thought to myself, no wonder the password for contact has changed, and I have to dial the number twice.

"Where did you live before?"

The words are all brief, I mean where is the hotel and contact they arranged before?Although there is nothing suspicious here, and the restaurant has a lot of traffic, it is difficult to attract attention, but everything should be done carefully, I still have to go home!

Wu Yuan didn't explain the details, but said vaguely: "Huxi."

I will not ask any more.

After eating two bowls of plain noodles, I took chopsticks to eat.I was really hungry, but Wu Yuan was absent-minded. I was more or less dissatisfied with his reservations about me, so I ignored him and settled the noodles in two bites.While raising his hand to pour tea, he suddenly saw a man and a woman walking down the stairs slowly, describing their intimacy.The woman is a typical lady from a famous family, dressed in an extremely Western style, while the man combed his hair parted and was wearing overalls that are popular nowadays. The two were talking and laughing, when they noticed that someone was looking at them, they turned their heads.

If it was a stranger, I would definitely not lose my composure like this.But I recognize both of them.

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