Republic of China drama

The rickshaw drove near the station, and Jiang Wanwan met Tan Shuyi at the door of a shop.

Tan Shuyi's attire today is very neat and well-groomed, with the demeanor of a lady.She had a good morning greeting with Wan Wan, and said: "There is a respectable old gentleman in Shanghai. He has limited legs and feet and cannot go north. He will invite people from all corners of the world to sing at the concert. There will be many masters there. You can watch more and learn more." There will be benefits."

The boy took out the luggage from the trunk and handed it to Jiang Wanwan.

"Thank you, Mr. Tan," she said.

Tan Shuyi glanced at Jiang Wanwan, and said meaningfully: "It's the first time you've left Miss San, and you're in a foreign land, so just tell me if you don't get used to it. Well, it's time to get on the train."

Jiang Wanwan always felt that she had been to this train station before.I don't know what year it was, but if she had never been here, why is it exactly the same as the scene she dreamed about today?

There are women with children in their arms, couples who are hard to part but have to separate, and old people who have spent most of their lives. There is no vicissitudes that cannot be understood in those years...

The railway station is always like this. In the era of underdeveloped communications, it quietly recorded too much blood, sweat and tears. This erratic era is like the thick smoke from the nose. People can only look at the smoke and feel sentimental while looking at it. , but in the end nobody was able to catch the smoke.

In Jiang Wanwan's dream, in that dream after a happy night, it is also the same train station.

Third Miss urged her to leave, with a straight face, the hometown turned into a thick wall, separating her from the outside.

She resisted and broke free, but she was still pushed onto the steaming train. The third lady said, "If you don't go, you will die."

And now?

Miss San never showed up here at all, and she didn't force her to leave, but she had to leave now.

I can only hope that the reality should be better than the dream.Jiang Wanwan thought so.

Pushing and shoving into the car, Tan Shuyi packed her luggage for her, and the two found their seats.

Seats are hard to come by on the train. It is said that there was a famous writer who said goodbye to his friends at the train station. Someone yelled that it was time to grab a seat, and immediately turned around to find a seat without saying goodbye.

Just as Jiang Wanwan was about to sit down, she heard a shout: "This is my seat, don't you have eyes?"

There are no seats for ticket sales on this train, and they have to be robbed. Besides, there are scoundrels who occupy seats for five or six people. It's hard to tell where they belong.

Jiang Wanwan looked up.

The person who came was dressed as an educated youth, with round-frame glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a briefcase under his armpit.

It's just that the person has a weak attitude, and he is clearly a woman.

Jiang Wanwan suddenly remembered that dream, and there was also such an educated young man looking at her and saying, "I'm sick."

Those two words hit her heart, so she still remembers them.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her irritability and said kindly: "This seat has never been marked, and there is no one guarding it. How can you say that this is your seat?"

The voice of the educated young man sounded very old, neither man nor woman, but like an old man who had smoked ten pipes: "I said it was my position, and it is mine. What are you talking about?"

There was a sign of stalemate at the moment, Tan Shuyi frowned slightly, and put down the newspaper in her hand: "Wanwan, what's wrong?"

When Mr. Tan raised his head, the expression of the educated young man suddenly changed. She said in awe, "Mr. Tan?! Why are you?"

Is this a meeting with an acquaintance?Jiang Wanwan was surprised.Mr. Tan actually knows such a rude person.

Tan Shuyi raised her eyebrows, glanced over sharply, and softened again: "Chen Xue, it's you. Where are you going?"

"Go to Shanghai, Mr. Jiang's meeting." Lu Chenxue gave Jiang Wanwan an awkward look, "Did Mr. Tan go alone?"

"No." Tan Shuyi introduced, "Jiang Wanwan, my student."

Lu Chenxue was uncomfortable and didn't believe it. She originally saw Jiang Wanwan as a timid girl who was easy to bully, and wanted to get a seat. But when she met Mr. Tan, the famous Da Qingyi, even ten Lu Chenxues couldn't afford it.

"Hello, Lu Chenxue." She looked sloppy, "I think it was an accident about the seat. Since you are Mr. Tan's student, I will let you stand for a while."

Jiang Wanwan held her breath in her chest, this person is so unreasonable, she is unreasonable, and she still uses her seat to be a good person, what does it mean to "give it to you", this is obviously not her seat!

Tan Shuyi seemed to understand what kind of person Lu Chenxue was, and she didn't need to worry about such trivial matters. She reached out and patted the back of Wanwan's hand, signaling her to be calm and calm.

The girl endured it and didn't answer.

But Lu Chenxue seemed to insist that she would not let go: "You are also studying Peking Opera? What are you singing?"

"... Tsing Yi."

"I think you are in the same vein as Mr. Tan." Lu Chenxue always has something in his words, which makes people unpredictable for a while, "Mr. Tan is very good. He taught me a few years ago and I have benefited so far. You have to study hard."

If you look carefully, Lu Chenxue still has some good looks. Most people who study Beijing opera have such a characteristic-the eyes are full of spirit.The ends of her eyebrows are raised, which saves a little effort to hang her eyebrows, and she looks extraordinarily colorful on weekdays. Besides, her facial features are correct, and she looks like Huadan on the outside.

Jiang Wanwan was wrong.

"Then what do you sing?"

"Old student." Lu Chenxue raised her head slightly, with a hint of arrogance.

Female old students?It's so rare, Jiang Wanwan couldn't help but feel admiration when thinking of the Winter Emperor.

No wonder, from Lu Chenxue's voice, one knew that she was not suitable for singing Huadan.There is actually no difference between Peking opera actors when they put on makeup, but their voice is the most recognizable.

Seemingly understanding what Wanwan was thinking, Lu Chenxue said, "I was also fortunate enough to get some advice from Emperor Dong."

Jiang Wanwan didn't know what to say, so she showed envy.

This Beiping is really big, even when you walk to the train station, there are always people and things that people can't match.Shanghai Bund is not much lower than Beiping. It has been a long road. How many things are there that make her subvert her habits?

She suddenly had a feeling of insignificance. Fortunately, she met Miss San, who could read, read, and learn to sing, but in the world of mortals, this was really nothing.

Young people who seem to be gentle and gentle, all hide the real kung fu of ten years of sharpening their swords. No one is bad. It is easy to be different, but difficult to be brilliant.

In a daze, the train started slowly.

Seeing that the girl was so beaten that she could not speak, Lu Chenxue was triumphant, thinking she had won a round.But it's true that she didn't grab a seat. She felt uncomfortable standing up, and it was not easy to support or lean on, as if her bones were about to fall apart in a second.

She gritted her back molars, regretting and hating at the same time, if she had gone to find another seat at the beginning, it would be too much consumption now, and it would be embarrassing in front of Tan Shuyi, which is not worthwhile.

Carrying carriages one after another, the train tirelessly moves forward.

The road is long and far away, but fortunately there are two or three people who accompany us with two or three interesting things and chat with each other for fun.

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The author has something to say:

There is something to use for the game that hasn't been written yet (sigh)

Is it because I read some ancient books? No matter how I write, it becomes weird, dog head