A film series in the Republic of China: The legendary Taoist priest in Shanghai

"So that's how it is! Long Si gave you this big casino."

"Yes, Fourth Brother is a man of great character. He will repay a favor. He even bought the deed to the small courtyard and gave it to Adjutant Li. The car was also given by Fourth Brother."

"No wonder I went to pay the rent. Lieutenant Li said it won't be necessary anymore."

"Yiping, if you don't like it, I will return the car and the casino to Fourth Brother tomorrow. Actually, running a casino is not good either. It's too immoral. I can't live with myself making 30,000 or 40,000 yuan a month. I'd better go to the Bund Pier to see if there's any manual labor like carrying sandbags, or go to Fifth Master Qin to ask for a job pouring wine for customers."

"What? You can earn 30,000 or 40,000 yuan a month! Don't go back to gambling. If you don't open a casino in Shanghai, someone else will. Besides, didn't Adjutant Li return the house to that fourth brother?"

Yiping is not as saintly as Ruping.

Wencai used his medical skills to save a life. The casino and the car were the medical fees. It is natural for doctors to charge money for treating patients.

What else?

Neither stealing nor robbing.

I really want my future husband to do hard labor as a sand carrier at the Bund Wharf, or to work humbly as a waiter or waiter in Shanghai, and to support my family by singing in Shanghai all my life.

Isn't this stupid?

"Okay, Yiping, I promise you, I won't pay it back. When I open a casino in the future, I will donate half of the casino's income to charity every month."

"Half, that's 20,000! That's too much. Just donate 1,000 instead of 100. The world doesn't belong to you alone."

"Okay, I'll donate one hundred dollars to the Salesian Church every month."

Fang Yu listened to Yiping and Wencai talking, but couldn't get a word in.

But it seems that what Yiping said makes sense.

Put yourself in her shoes. If someone gave her a casino that could earn her 30,000 or 40,000 dollars, would she refuse it?

"Come on, let's have some snacks and try this sweet and delicious dish from the boss, how about Changbi?"

Seeing that Yiping was relieved, Wencai opened the snack box and treated the two girls to snacks.

Tiansisi’s cooking skills are pretty good, especially the jujube paste cake, which is neither too sweet nor greasy, and has a slight bitter taste of jujube.

It is this slight bitterness of the jujube, like the finishing touch of a dragon, that makes the ordinary jujube paste cake extraordinary.

Love is just average. If it's just the same old sweetness and love, you'll get bored with it after a few days.

If it is extremely miserable and heartbreaking, then even a month would be miserable.

Sweetness with a hint of bitterness is the essence of love.

The two girls each ate a piece of date cake and then stopped eating.

"Mr. Xu, Yiping said that Teacher Ouyang Han invited you to give a lecture at our school. Is this true?"

While eating, Fang Yu asked Xiang Wencai intentionally or unintentionally.

Fang Yu studied fine arts at Shanghai Art School, and Ouyang Han taught music.

But Ouyang Han is well-known in Shanghai Art School. He is the pride of the entire art school and a new generation of music god of the Republic of China.

"That's true, but I'm not very knowledgeable and don't know anything about music, so I just hummed a few lines."

When Fang Yu heard Wencai's polite conversation and personally confirmed that Ouyang Han had invited him to give a lecture, she began to admire Wencai.

Come to think of it, he splashed mud all over himself in the morning, which was also a polite apology.

Fang Yu couldn't help but feel that the man in front of her was quite charming.

Artistic young women are different from ordinary women who only look at their faces.

The more artistic a woman is, the more she cares about an interesting soul and her inner true self, and does not care about her appearance.

In later generations, many beautiful singers who were interested in art married ugly men.

On the contrary, mediocre prostitutes like pretty boys.

"Mr. Xu, you are too modest. How can you write songs in such an environment like a casino every day? It's a pity."

It's a pity for Fang Yu's literary talent, as if a talented person has let a pearl fall into the dust in order to make a living.

"That's not the same. If you love music, the whole world is your stage, no matter if you can't hear the music of nature. Some songs are about landscapes, and some are about love. But Shanghai is a place of fame and fortune, and the situation changes in an instant, so it doesn't have to be a song. For example, I am now in the arena, in the hall of fame and fortune, and a song often rings in my heart."

"What song? Sing it for me."

Fang Yu said curiously, and as soon as she said this, she felt something was wrong.

It's not a good idea to let a big boss or a talented person sing for you casually.

"Wencai, you have a new song again. Actually, I have been working on a new song recently, but I just don't have any inspiration. Can you sing it for me?"

When it comes to writing songs, Yiping became interested.

"I'm just humming randomly, please don't laugh at me."

"Sing to me!"

Yiping ordered.

"Okay, let's sing."

Wencai stood up, his face suddenly solemn, his whole temperament became extremely vicissitudes of life, as if he had just been through a fight and was like a gangster boss who was tired of the fame and fortune of Shanghai.

"The waves rush, the waves flow, the surging river in the waves never stops."

"All the things in the world have been washed away and mixed into one surging tide."

……

Wencai sang only four lines and then stopped.

His singing voice was low and full of helplessness, like a floating leaf, involuntarily drawn into the disputes in the world.

Helplessly, fate rises and falls with the huge waves on the beach.

After a wave passes, the hero is nowhere to be found. All we see is the surging river, never stopping, realizing that the world is impermanent.

"Whether it is joy or sorrow, it is hard to tell the difference in the waves."

When Yiping heard this, her mood fluctuated.

She felt that she came to Shanghai with her mother and lived a lonely life. When she was poor, she couldn't even afford a pair of shoes. Her fortunes went up and down, and she finally became a rich woman who could earn a thousand yuan a month.

But he dropped out of school and ended up singing in brothels.

There is joy and sorrow here, mixed with sadness and joy, and it is hard to tell whether it is happy or sad.

“Success or failure, there is no telling what will happen in the waves.”

Fang Yu was also lost in thought.

In an instant, the life stories of the big shots in Shanghai that I had read in the newspapers and heard from my classmates flashed through my mind.

For those of you who are old Shanghainese, there is no one who has not heard the stories of Shanghai bosses who rose from humble beginnings to prominence, from success to failure, from being high and mighty to living a life of drunkenness and debauchery, and finally sinking into the Huangpu River.

Thousands of words, success and failure, are all in the waves.

"Okay, great."

The two girls were so excited that they couldn't help but stand up and applaud.

It seems like witnessing the creation process of a famous song.

At this moment, they only felt this situation and this scene. If they were in the poetry meeting thousands of years ago, they would be Li Bai, raising his cup and chanting loudly "In the future, drink, don't stop... thousands of gold will be spent..." and they would be witnesses.

It's so wonderful, a million times better than those hypocritical and ear-irritating vulgar words and clichés.

"What about the second half?"

Yiping hadn't heard enough, so she asked Xiang Wencai.

"I haven't done it yet. I'll wait until inspiration comes."

Wencai said with a smile.

Half a song is enough.

Half of the song was enough to make Fang Yu bow down to him. If Wencai wasn't Yiping's boyfriend now, he would have been able to conquer Fang Yu with just this half song.

Using art to conquer the goddess of the art department is like throwing a thousand carnival hostesses at her.

Fang Yu looked at Wencai at this moment, but she had no bad intention to snatch Wencai away from her.

I just feel like my good friend is so lucky.

Suddenly, I got a boyfriend who was a miracle doctor. He used his medical skills to save a gang leader and became a millionaire.

Not to mention, the person who can sing and compose music and even got invited by Professor Ouyang Han to give lectures at the Shanghai Music Department is actually my best friend’s boyfriend.

As for Wencai's appearance, Fang Yu naturally ignored them.

It is normal that the laws of nature are imperfect.

man!

The most wonderful thing is the soul inside!