The Pentium Era - South to North

Liu Ligan saw Xu Jianmei standing aside with a look of disdain on his face. He hurried over, clasped his hands and bowed to her:

"Sister, help brother, you go and sit in the driver's cab."

"No." Xu Jianmei snorted, "You can't call your own girlfriend, why should I help you?"

Liu Ligan glanced at the truck compartment, leaned close to Xu Jianmei's ear and whispered:

"How can that coffin board of hers compare with yours? Who doesn't know that you are the one who conquers the country?"

Xu Jianmei burst into laughter. Liu Ligan took a look and knew something was going on, so he quickly added:

"Help, help, help, or we won't be able to go back."

Someone on the side also cheered: "Yeah, it's great to have a cab to sit in. The wind can't blow and the sun can't shine."

"The most important thing is that the moon doesn't provide sunlight. People get dark the fastest under the moon."

"Pole, please tell the driver how about I sit in the cab. I have tender skin and tender flesh." Feng Laogui shouted.

"Get out, get out, get the hell out of here!" Liu Ligan cursed while looking at Xu Jianmei.

Xu Jianmei hesitated, pursed her lips, looked above her head, then at the cab, and finally asked:

"Where did he touch? What if..."

"hand."

"Just touch it?"

"Just a moment, just a moment. When you're done, just wash your hands."

Xu Jianmei was moved, but she was too embarrassed to walk over. Liu Li pushed her with a pole and shouted:

"For everyone, to go home, and to help your brother, as long as we return to Yongcheng, you can enjoy the good food and drink."

He opened the cab door and coaxed and pushed Xu Jianmei into the cab.

The door on this side had just closed, and the door on the other side opened again. The driver jumped out, waved to Liu Ligan, and Liu Ligan ran over quickly.

"Didn't we say it was Bai Suzhen? Why is it Xiaoqing?" the driver said dissatisfied.

"Fuck you, Bai Suzhen has already touched her. Isn't it worthwhile to give you Xiaoqing again?" Liu Ligan scolded.

The driver became anxious: "As soon as I reached out my hand, she knocked it away and I didn't even touch it."

"That's not it, her hand touched your hand?"

The driver was stunned for a moment, then shouted: "It doesn't count, this doesn't count."

"Come on, come on." Liu Ligan put his arm around the driver's shoulders and walked a little further. Liu Ligan said, "It's inconvenient for Bai Suzhen to sit in the cab today. You don't think it's unlucky to sit in the driver's cab? Also, look. Isn’t this little Qingpiao pretty?”

The driver murmured: "It's pretty, after all."

"Are your hands white? Didn't you say that you have never touched hands with such fine skin and tender flesh in your life? You didn't say that they were Bai Suzhen's hands."

"But we agreed..."

Liu Ligan leaned down to the driver's ear and whispered: "This Xiaoqing is not only beautiful, but also younger than Bai Suzhen. You made a lot of fucking money today."

The driver was a little excited and hesitated.

Liu Ligan waved his hand: "Forget it, forget it, I'll ask her to come down and give you more money. It just so happens that there is a tuberculosis patient who has been coughing badly in the past two days, so I asked him to sit in the cab."

When the driver heard this, he ran back quickly: "Forget it, Xiaoqing is Xiaoqing, that's it."

Liu Ligan quickly greeted everyone who was still standing under the car: "Get in the car and get in. We will drive soon. If you don't want to leave, don't leave."

Everyone cheered and quickly climbed into the truck compartment.

The two cars swayed under the dim street lights at the entrance of the ancestral hall and plunged into the night.

…

Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe is built at the foot of Qingniu Mountain by excavating the mountain and building hammocks. Going up from a semicircular steep slope, there are only three houses, two large and one small, in the whole yard. They are all old buildings from the 1970s. One of them has a The one-story house was similar to the popular city hall at that time, with a single floor of more than 300 square meters. The large hall was the troupe's practice room, rehearsal room and warehouse.

The scenery and boxes of costumes and props were stacked up, occupying one end of the house. On the pine floor at the other end, a stage shape was drawn with red paint. It was regarded as a rehearsal room. In the middle of the house, a large piece of paved A carpet from an unknown age and an indistinguishable color could be regarded as a practice room.

During the rehearsal, there were martial arts students and young students in the middle, doing somersaults and somersaults on the exercise mat. The actors who had not had their turn to come on stage were practicing their steps and reciting their lines here. It was noisy and lively, but everyone was used to it. , can be achieved without affecting each other.

The other building is a four-story building. The structure of the building is very simple. When you enter the door, you are facing the stairs. On both sides of the stairs are corridors. On both sides of the corridor, there are rooms. Each room is the same size and has ten rooms. Two square meters, with more than twenty rooms on each floor. Except for three offices on the first floor, the rest are dormitories. The entire group lives in this building.

The students in the student class have bunk beds, with eight people in each room. The general cast and crew also have bunk beds with four or two people in one room. The main members of the troupe, such as Zhang Chen, Liu Ligan, Tan Shuzhen and Xu Jianmei, have one room per person. If both parents have no children, they will live in one room. If they have two earners and have children, no matter how many children there are, they will live in two rooms.

There are no toilets or kitchens in the whole building. Every household sets a table at the door, puts a kerosene stove, and cooks in the corridor. The corridor is not wide in the first place, because these tables, plus the year-round It becomes dark and narrow due to the smoky fire. When someone passes by, the person who is cooking must stop what he is doing, stand with both hands, and let others pass by first.

The remaining small house is located between the dormitory and the practice room. It is 78 to 80 square meters. Half of it is a public toilet, divided into men's and women's toilets, and the other half is the canteen. Those young students who are not worthy of having a kerosene stove or are too lazy to cook Singles, just eat here.

Liu Ligan has a famous saying, he said that the smell is the same on both sides of the house, and sometimes the right side smells better than the left side.

On the right is the public toilet.

Next to this house, there is a terrazzo pool with seven or eight faucets. All the cast, crew, and family members of the ensemble are here to wash vegetables, dishes, clothes, face, brush teeth, and wash toilets and spittoons.

In front of the building is a courtyard of about 100 square meters. There is a camphor tree and a tallow tree in the yard. The tallow tree is charming in spring and summer, but sad in autumn and winter.

Because the troupe is on Gaofang at the foot of the mountain, half of the people in Yongcheng County can see the Wu Opera Troupe when they raise their heads. This half of the people can also see Tan Shuzhen and others standing in the distance among the camphor and tallow trees every morning. Down, babbling and hoarse.

On days when the babble is no longer heard, the residents of Yongcheng County know that the troupe is out on tour again.

This time, nearby residents felt a little strange. Yesterday evening, they clearly saw two trucks swaying onto the Gaofang area of ​​Wu Opera Troupe. After unloading, the two trucks swayed down the semicircular ramp. , so everyone knew that the troupe was back.

But early the next morning, the early risers sat down on the briquette stove to cook rice, squeezed out toothpaste, and were about to brush their teeth while shaking their heads to the sounds of Tan Shuzhen and others.

They waited for a long time but heard no sound, so some couldn't help it and walked to the window facing the Wu Opera Troupe. Some walked to the corridor and the stairs. Not only did they not hear the sound, they even heard the sound under the camphor and tallow trees. No one was seen either.

Not only did they not see anyone, they saw that the prop boxes piled up like a hill in the yard after unloading the truck yesterday evening were still piled there.

What's going on here?

Soon, the whole Yongcheng knew that something had happened to the Wu Opera Troupe and their leader had escaped.

Some people said that they were picked up by the Wenzhou boss in five cars, and some said that they eloped with an actress from the theater troupe...

No, no, someone said authoritatively, I have counted the actors in the troupe, and they are all back.

Where did the leader go? The person next to me asked curiously.

Well, hehe, he was kept by a widow from Wenzhou!