Costume Mountains and Rivers

I don't want the man pulling the cart to wonder if he was smoking too much opium and was wandering around the sky, pulling the cart swaying, the road was bustling with passers-by, Mo Qinghe's car turned a big bend, there was a bang, and the body shook violently A moment later, a woman screamed from behind.

The car came to a sudden stop, Mo Qinghe rushed forward, bumping into the crossbeam with the person and the cake, got out of the car and saw that the driver accidentally hit a woman and knocked him over.

The calico dress on the woman who was hit was so dirty that she couldn't see the color, her face was dirty, her hair was sticky into a piece of linoleum, she seemed to have hurt her leg, and she sat on the ground crying and cursing loudly.The bamboo basket was thrown more than ten meters away, and the eggplants and cabbages were scattered all over the ground, and they were snatched by a few naughty children, who laughed and laughed while throwing each other.

The rickshaw driver jumped out of the car to apologize, but the woman refused to get up, and cried loudly, causing passers-by to gather around to watch the excitement, surrounding the three of them.

"What's going on?" Mo Qinghe was still immersed in the frustration of the quarrel between the seniors, and hurried to help her when she came back to her senses. The woman rolled her eyes and looked at Mo Qinghe's clothes and knew that he was a rich man. And crawled two steps forward, grabbed the hem of his robe and yelled.

"My leg is broken, I can't stand up anymore!" The woman yelled loudly, in order to prevent Qing He from slipping away, she wrapped her arms around one of his legs in her bosom, as if she was in a slump.

The coachman couldn't see it, so he took out his cigarette pipe and smoked it at her. The woman's hand was red a lot, and she didn't want to let her suffer. She simply slapped her thigh and cried, "It's unreasonable. If you hit someone, you will be killed." If you want to beat someone, what's so great about having a few stinky money, can you take someone's life if you have a few stinky money?"

"It's you stinky bitch again, you come here every day just to extort money?" The coachman had a fiery temper, and with his white jacket on, he showed his muscular arms at the woman. Yes, he pretended to get up and fight, the coachman hurriedly backed up and said: "It's my bad luck to run into you again, how much do you think it will cost?"

The woman stretched out her black and skinny hand, which was as thin as a black-bone chicken's paw, and said loudly, "Five yuan!"

The coachman dug out for a long time, and only found a few crumpled bills, which at most was enough to eat a meal of noodles. He looked at Mo Qinghe in embarrassment, and said, "Master, this woman is well-known in this generation." , we can’t leave because of her, you see, I only have so much money, why don’t you lend me a little first and then leave an address, and when you have enough money, you will come to pay back the money.”

As soon as the woman heard this, she turned her expectant eyes to Mo Qinghe. She raised her face, two underworlds were washed out by tears under her eyes, her body exuded a strong rancid smell, as if she had a piece of pork in her arms. Covered up.

Mo Qinghe frowned, the woman's filth could not cover up the ashen look on her face, she was a heavy smoker.

Seeing that there were too many people watching the excitement, he felt annoyed and didn't want to think about anything else. He threw the deformed cake box into the rickshaw and said, "Okay, it's five yuan, let her heal her leg quickly." important."

He took out his wallet to find some change, when he saw the two big [-] bills that Shen Peinan gave him in the afternoon, remembering what his senior brother warned him indiscriminately, he felt disgusted, wishing to tear up the money and throw it into the gutter by the side of the road , immediately pulled out all the banknotes, and slapped the banknotes vigorously into the hands of the dirty woman: "You take it!"

The whole 100 yuan in cash burned his hand like a piece of coal.

This money is enough for a young master to live in Peking decently for three or four months, but in the eyes of wandering souls who smoke cigarettes, it is just a few pieces of fragrant opium cream.The woman held the banknote in her hand and turned it over and over again. When she was sure that it was not a fake, she let out a scream of surprise, hurriedly stuffed the money into her clothes, and looked around vigilantly while stuffing her eyes, for fear that someone would snatch it.

"Is it enough?" Mo Qinghe stared at her.

The woman was immersed in joy and muttered dreamily: "Enough is enough!"

Then he wiped his face with the cuffs that were as dirty as an oilcloth, showing a flattering smile, Mo Qinghe discovered what was going on with the rancid smell on her body, the woman's gums and the corners of her mouth were festered, revealing pink tender flesh, One can tell at a glance that he had done secret tricks when he was young and suffered from heart disease.

Mo Qinghe shuddered. Many famous seniors in the industry died of willows and opium. He had a strong fear of these two things, so he turned his head away from that woman.

"Take it to treat the disease first, and have a full meal." Mo Qinghe turned around and was about to leave, when suddenly a cry came from the crowd of onlookers: "Isn't he the Mo Qinghe who sings?"

After a pause, there was a low echoing sound from all around.

Mo Qinghe was not surprised, he was just popular, before the He Mei Agreement was signed, the mayors of Pingjin and Hebei provinces, and the governor of Hebei were all his fans, not to mention the young and old in the capital, they all respectfully called Boss Mo when they saw him .Unexpectedly, when everyone heard this shout, they all gathered around him to denounce him, as if they had seen a mouse crossing the street.

"I said which young master is so generous, so he is a fart who is close to a rich man!"

"Hey, what kind of rich man is that Shen, and a traitor? They colluded to send our hard-earned money to the Japanese. This kind of person should be severely blackmailed!"

"Shh, keep your voice down, watch out for a patrolman coming."

"Soldiers looking for fun, opera singers acting as male concubines, what's wrong with that? You're so handsome!"

Among the crowd was a female student in a white dress and a black skirt. She climbed up to the high platform by the side of the road in shiny leather shoes, her face was flushed, and she pointed at Mo Qinghe with green fingers: "The Japanese have arrived at the door, you guys The demon only knows how to sing!"

Mo Qinghe was dazed by the series of accusations. He stared blankly at the crowds who were getting closer and closer. The white sky above his head made him unable to open his eyes.

Someone pushed him first, his palm was pressing on the wound, and his chest seemed to be hit hard by a sledgehammer. He staggered back two steps and sat down on the ground.

A large group of heads blocked the sky above his head, all black and yellow faces crowded together, Mo Qinghe was surrounded in the middle, dripping with cold sweat, he felt in a daze that everyone was like Mo Liuchu, He was forced into a situation where there was no way to retreat, and he felt ashamed.

The first person spat at him, and he raised his sleeve to block it, followed by the second, and the third, the crowd was like a powerful big hand, and countless figures in cloth clothes rubbed and pinched him, Even the bones were crushed to slag.

Mo Qinghe gave up resisting, he hid in the darkness of the elbow, and for the first time found that people were scary, this group of people he desperately wanted to protect was scary, addicted to cigarettes and sickness, aggressive, barbaric, and opened his mouth wide open , as if to eat him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the woman just now with her back bent, looking at him numbly, like a fantasy, a deep and dark room, and he became the woman like a rotten shrimp, lying on the broken felt, with his eyelids closed. Fester, pus oozes all over the body.

A bright window opened as far as he could see, and a free, equal, and bright new world detached from his bony body, and flew out of the window, gradually expanding and becoming clear.

He laughed silently amidst the denunciation, he is a fan actor who is not even as good as a third-class servant of a wealthy family, with a bright ideal in mind, to protect the group of onlookers who despise him in his arms, and to stay away from the bullying of other races , away from the chaos of war.

It wasn't until the police arrived after hearing the news that the crowd dispersed. Mo Qinghe was really humiliated. When the news reached Shen Peinan's ears, he was pushing Pai Gow with a group of people at Zhou Rubai's house. He read the note sent by his servants. Push the table and go out.

The people at the table were all powerful people in Beiping, and they were the ones who were most afraid of provoking soldiers. When they heard that Mr. Shen's people had suffered crimes in the street, they immediately exploded and expressed that they would lead people to arrest the gang of mobs to vent their anger on him.Shen Peinan was holding a boy in his arms, picked up the half glass of whiskey left on the table and downed it in one gulp, it didn't matter that it was just a plaything, not worth everyone's trouble.

Zhou Rubai sent him to the door, the adjutant gave a military salute and opened the car door, Shen Peinan was about to get in the car, but Zhou Rubai grabbed him.

He put one hand on the roof of the car, looked around, and said in a low voice: "You asked me to check for news about Mo Liuchu."

Shen Peinan raised his eyebrows, raised his hand to let Xiaobing get into the car, closed the car door himself, and handed Zhou Rubai a cigarette: "What do you say?"

"These two people have their own houses in Beiping, and they are quite far away. I sent people to ask the neighbors and the owner of the theater, and they all said that they don't come and go frequently except for the stage, and they don't seem to be unclean. .”

"Mo Liuchu is notoriously upright and straightforward. He has offended many powerful movie fans. It is said that he also spread some so-called red speeches in private." Zhou Rubai adjusted his glasses and said, "Before he injured his foot, a wealthy family in Beiping I dare not ask him to sing for fear of getting into trouble, if Mo Qinghe hadn't asked him to take part in the show by name, I'm afraid he would have fallen into despair long ago."

Shen Peinan was originally casual, but after hearing this sentence, he suddenly became interested.

"How come a pro-communist senior brother just came out of the suspicion?" Shen Peinan grabbed the white glove with one hand, gently twitched the back of the other hand, and said thoughtfully: "It's interesting, now even a singing opera Everyone knows the red speech."

Zhou Rubai laughed twice: "The Communist Party has changed its strategy in the past few years, and it's designed to win over these people who don't appear on the stage. Didn't you see it in the south? They have brainwashed the illiterate peasants."

"In my opinion, there is something wrong with this person. If we investigate the people who are close to him, we can find out some ways."

Shen Peinan frowned and thought for a while, then replied: "I know what's going on in my heart, you check it out slowly, remember to be quiet, don't let Xiao Mo know, I'm afraid of him, and if I'm stubborn, it's another bullet."

Zhou Rubai handed the note with Mo Liuchu's address to Shen Peinan. Shen Peinan glanced at it, tore it up in his mind, and said flatly: "That man is neither down nor decent. No problem, give him some money to keep him away from Xiao Mo, if there is a problem..."

He raised his head and glanced at Zhou Rubai: "Brother, please do it, don't implicate my child when the time comes."

It was hot and dry in June, and the lingering heat in the evening was still there, and the cicadas blew one after another. Zhou Rubai fanned Shen Peinan by the collar of his shirt, looked Shen Peinan up and down, and said, "Didn't you take that little opera singer seriously by protecting him so much?" ?”

Shen Peinan smiled noncommittally, opened the door and stepped into the car, poked his head out and said: "I am in the mood to be serious with someone, just hold the fire, you will worry about it."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Zhou Rubai held the door of the car to prevent him from closing it, and said solemnly: "It's not that I didn't warn you, the higher authorities have a lot of opinions on you recently, so please don't cause any trouble."

Shen Peinan snorted coldly through his nose: "The gang above want me to go shopping in a brothel and become an actor, Jiang faction, Wang faction, Japanese, Communist Party, which group of people are not eyeing the military power in my hand? At this juncture , I said clearly whether to fight or not, within three days Nanjing would be turned upside down."

"Going back is also a bandit suppression. With foreign enemies in front of us, our little combat power will be a fucking internal friction." He looked up at the sky in the distance, and sighed: "...the rain is about to come."

Zhou Rubai understood what he meant, and nodded his head twice: "From the perspective of work, I should report your every move to Boss Dai. From the perspective of friends...you know my difficulties, and I also understand your personality. Cover it for you, don't be too out of line."

"Brother, I have to say one more thing. An actor is not righteous. There is a reason for the old saying to be passed down to this day. We are people who sold ourselves to the party and the country. We can't control our words and deeds. You must weigh them."

Shen Peinan moved his other foot into the car, choked out his cigarette, and said, "I've given up on what happened to Yuqiao, so how serious can I be? Being a grandson during this time is oppressive, Somehow, it just feels better with that kid around."