Republic of China drama

Recently, two anecdotes have been widely talked about in Tongcheng.

One is that the famous Xiang and Gu families in the capital, first the Gu family collapsed, and then the Xiang family disappeared without a trace overnight, as if they had never existed.

Even the famous Miss Gu San went out of the theater in her wedding gown, and she couldn't see anyone anymore.

The other thing is that the little green snake who became famous in the selection of famous actresses was actually a little maid in the Baihua Theater.

At this time, in Shanghai far away, Jiang Wanwan stayed for nearly two months.

She had already heard the news, and wanted to leave, but Tan Shuyi tried hard to persuade: "In case the third lady comes to you and disappears, how should I explain?"

She thought, indeed, so she stayed.

During this stay, all the interviews and meetings came.

She was already so popular, she ran in a small area in Shanghai, and was chased and intercepted as soon as she went out.

Tan Shuyi said: "Taking advantage of this fame, you should perform everywhere."

Jiang Wanwan couldn't laugh anymore.

"Two months, no matter how much she gets caught, she won't have any news."

"Maybe..."

Sometimes time is really a poison that goes deep into the bone marrow. The more she waits, the more painful it becomes. Those results that she dare not think about are revealed from one corner to a large area.

"I'm going back." Jiang Wanwan said.

She guessed why Lu Qingying suddenly evaporated, even Tan Shuyi didn't know.

The two lied to each other for two months, thinking that the person would definitely come back, but they were left behind in the end.

Tan Shuyi frowned and asked, "Where can you go?"

"Go back to Tongcheng, go back to Baihua Theater, or else, go to Peiping to find..." Jiang Wanwan smiled wryly, "The oceans saved from the performance are enough for a trip."

Tan Shuyi wanted to practice it for her, but she also refused.

I packed and packed my clothes overnight, and left in the car when I arrived.

Sometimes someone recognized her, she just hurried on, but smiled and said nothing.

……

It seems that there are still people living in the Baihua Theater.

The door was not locked, it was opened as if welcoming someone, Jiang Wanwan tentatively pushed it open and walked in.

I shouted a few times, but there was only an inaudible echo, and no one came.

The theater building is a bit older, and her sight ranges from the eaves, to the old carved railings, to the pillars.

Suddenly a world away.

On the way here, Jiang Wanwan once heard some gossip.

Jin Zhi died, a few days ago, on a man's bed, with a child in her stomach, I'm afraid she didn't even know it.

Step into the theater building, stage, make-up backstage...

The day she was screwed by Jin Zhi's wrist, the day she sang "Broken Bridge" and refused to step down, the day she was taken to Miss San's house, the day she was drunk...

Jiang Wanwan thought uncontrollably again, what if the person chosen is not the little green snake, but the white snake.

Now that she is reduced to prostitution and died on a man's bed, could it be her?Or, the Baihua Theater collapsed, and she had to go to the street to beg for food every day, and starve to death on a certain day...

People's fate is precarious in the wind and rain. Since we can't guess the rapid changes, we are lucky to exist in the present.

But she couldn't be satisfied.

Someone took root in her heart.

Go up the stairs and up the stairs.

It's like the day when she was named by the third lady in a fancy dress.

The stairs are a dark place, and the light is at the corner, which is blocked indistinctly.

Her heart sank inch by inch.

Perhaps there will be no more Miss San looking at her with a smile...

Take the last step.

With a calm heart, Jiang Wan glanced around her surroundings for the last time in a meek and loose manner.

She seemed to be hallucinating.

It was probably because she was dazzled that she saw a woman in a bright yellow cheongsam with slits, a black butterfly collar jacket, and a Hardman cigarette in her hand.

This is clearly the scene of their reunion here.

But at that time, Lu Qingying's posture was with Erlang's legs crossed, but now, she just stood there, looking at herself with some surprise, guilt, and love.

Jiang Wanwan was not sure, so she didn't dare to move a step.

She blankly distinguishes between dreams and reality, like a standing sculpture.Fearing that the phantom would be like a bubble that would burst if she poked it, she was empty-handed.

"come over."

Hearing the voice, Jiang Wanwan still couldn't believe it.

Every day in the past few months has been a torment for her.

Seasons, day and night, minutes and seconds, all the concepts have faded away, leaving only one obsession—whether that person will come or not.

"Are you blaming me?"

Miss San's words were a little arrogant.

In the past, she was always the only one who ordered others around, so she got used to it.

To be changed.

So in the next second, Meng came by himself.

With a dusty atmosphere, mixed with the smell of smoke and the fragrance of her clothes, Jiang Wanwan seemed to have finally fallen into a hug.

Finally, I was caught full of grievances.

"After finishing the matter, I just rushed over from Beiping." Lu Qingying explained, "I arrived here a few minutes ago."

None of these explanations worked, she knew.

She didn't explain what she was dealing with, why she didn't go to Shanghai, let alone where her guilt came from.

Jiang Wanwan gradually put her arms around the woman's back.

The dream was awakened, but she was not empty-handed.

"Um……"

After several months of separation, she felt some strangeness.

She didn't know how to respond, and suddenly, those feelings of grievance became a barrier that prevented her from moving forward.

She almost blurted out—it seems that she doesn't have the enthusiasm she used to, what should she do?

In the next second, without thinking too much, the world turned upside down.

She was gently kissed.

Hardman cigarettes are said to be expensive, yet they smell so bad...

She softened, like a vast sea again, containing all the beating and washing of the waves.

Not a dream.

Miss San said, "I'm here."

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