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29.

On December 24th of the lunar calendar in the old year, the ancestral hall of Feng Zheng, a tycoon in Shanghai, was completed.

A red carpet at the entrance of the Dongpu Opera House runs from north to south, with firecrackers and confetti falling all over the ground. The small buildings on both sides of Heyu Road are interlaced with colorful ribbons, and colorful flags are flying everywhere.

Citizens in Shanghai poured out from all over the road, crowding together on the edge of the road, implying that classic cars of various identities gathered from all directions, passing through this main road without interruption, the silver cloth Every face hidden behind the curtain quietly influences the lifeline of this city and even half of the country.

After this wave of traffic passed by, the street in Dongpu was only quiet for a moment, and then there were cheers and excited shouts that were much stronger and crazier than before.

With the arrival of the first chartered car, the millions of onlookers, men, women and children spontaneously pushed forward and completely commotioned.The momentum of this wave overwhelmed the wave, so that the guards sent by the Feng family to maintain order had to pull out their batons and waved them to force them to retreat to the restricted area, but people ignored them at all.

That's the special car for the well-known actors from all over the world.

This time, Feng Zheng is a big talent that has not been seen in Shanghai for a hundred years. I am afraid that when Lafayette was alive and the opera troupe came to Beijing, the grand ostentation would be nothing more than that.

He invited eighteen of the most famous actors in the country today, and the itinerary was densely packed from the 24th to the night of the 26th, almost concentrating the celebrities in the opera garden here. ten people.

Actors came from all over the world, and those who caught up with those who couldn't get on the boat were stuck in a dilemma at the wharf by the Gaoqiao River. The Feng mansion sent five Austin cars and thirty or forty rickshaws to pick up this wave of famous actors. Even half a month ago, a direct asphalt road was built between the wharf and the Dongpu Ancestral Hall - the grand occasion is really rare in the world.

The banquet of the party has also been set up in Dongpu, Shanghai is crowded with people, tickets are hard to come by, the scent of noble women, the smell of tobacco and alcohol on the banquet, and the slight burnt smell of firecrackers seem to blend together Get up and slowly dissipate in mid-air.

Ten miles of flowing water seats, Penglai guests from all directions, extravagant and extravagant, the sound of waves is unstoppable.

Gu Sheng, like other famous actors, went back and forth between several venues. He had just finished the morning show here at ten o'clock in the morning, and he had to appear in another place in the east of the city half an hour later. He hadn't rested yet after singing , the Fengjiatang meeting at two o'clock in the afternoon started again, and finally at night, I had to catch up with various commercial plays, and the whole day was basically spent on the chartered ferry and the stage.

Jiang Cheng was very dissatisfied with this, he felt that it was too hard for Gu Sheng to rush around so exhaustingly, and Gu Sheng's delicate skin, tender flesh and delicate and noble appearance should make people comfortable Offered to him obediently, brought melons, fruits, cakes, wine, vegetables and tea to him and served him specially.

He tried countless times to kill those unsightly servants who came to deliver invitations to make an example, or simply keep Gu Sheng at home and not let him go out. If it was three or four months ago, he might have paid without saying a word. He took various actions, and now, his pale guiding ideology, which was driven entirely by instinct and violence, was gradually shaken by that person's warm spring breeze, like a blooming flower.

He suddenly realized in his anger that Gu Sheng was actually very happy to go to various venues to sing, he was very happy to be invited, and if the two times collided, he would be even more anxious than the host.

——That was Gu Sheng who Jiang Cheng had never seen before.

That young man would buy supper with a few colleagues to satisfy his hunger after the show was over, he would take the initiative to go over to play mahjong for a few rounds because others were playing mahjong, and he would listen with great interest to the different accents when the guests told anecdotes... he Often, there is nothing to say in the rough chatter of these labor-born people, and they just listen to them with a smile.

His smile should be pretty, especially at a time like this, when he leaned on the back of the rattan chair comfortably and comfortably, as if he was careless, and there was a hazy tenderness in his eyes under the dim light.

It was hard for Jiang Cheng to say that he would be unmoved when he saw that expression.

Gu Sheng seldom smiled at him, more precisely, he probably never smiled at him.

He always showed no expression towards him, as if he was extremely bored, so that no matter how fierce his hatred was, it was covered by monstrous Wori's indifference.Looking deeper, Gu Sheng was actually extremely depressed most of the time. When he was in Jiang's Bieyuan, he would often lie in the grand master's chair by the window, his eyes so lonely that he was a bit desolate.

In the past, Jiang Cheng was curious about what he was looking at—there were guards everywhere in Bieyuan, and it was obviously not a wise move to escape through the window, until one day when he was in the hunting ground, he saw Gu Sheng looking up into the air with his face half up.

...It was a kind of yearning that couldn't be more distinct, so much so that it was tinged with sadness.

He fell in love with the other person because of Gu Sheng's unintentional smile, but he had never seen him show such kindness to himself in a long time since then, and he even pushed that person back to the edge of the cliff with his own hands.

Jiang Cheng suddenly remembered, oh, he is a human being.

He is also a human being.

When Lin Lanzhi and Gu Sheng came out of the gate of Gao's courtyard talking and laughing, they bumped into the Jiang Da warlord who was leaning on the car in front of the door, arranging cufflinks.

He had completely banned smoking in front of Gu Sheng, and now he was so bored waiting for others that he didn't know where to put his hands.

Lin Lanzhi was taken aback, she had just told Gu Sheng a lot of dirty jokes when she immediately stopped the car, nodded respectfully and called "Master Jiang".

Gu Sheng was always vigilant about his idleness, and Lin Lanzhi followed Jiang Cheng's wishes and said that he had Feng Zheng's car to pick him up, so he had no choice but to sit in alone.

"I've thought about it," Jiang Cheng said while driving the car and reflected on himself, "I shouldn't restrict your personal freedom. I've decided that you can go wherever you want in the future. I can personally send you off, but I will never make trouble, never No objection!"

Gu Sheng was noncommittal to his words, Jiang Cheng went on to say: "I was impulsive before, I apologize to you, really, I thought a lot, I know... I have done a lot of sorry for you before, including now. Things, I didn't put myself in the right position from the beginning, I know it's wrong now, but I used to...I really didn't realize it, I was just...too numb..."

His throat was blocked for a while, as if he couldn't speak, he paused, but his voice was still silent, and he said, "That... you, you trust me."

He vaguely heard a sigh coming from behind, his heart ached as if being squeezed, and he even felt a little at a loss.

The next day the Feng family went to Shang Baoyi's "Wang Baochuan". Gu Sheng got up a little late, and when he was rushing out, he saw Jiang Cheng standing outside, yawning and waving to him: "Where are you going? I'll see you off." !"

Those older generations are treated much better than Gu Sheng and the others, and it doesn't seem like they go to a business show at night, but Feng Zheng likes it himself, and then leaves them at home to sing an extra song, and after singing, he eats melon seeds in Feng's mansion smoke.

In fact, Gu Sheng is still not very good at talking. Other opera actors can still chat energetically after singing their operas. He usually just listens and doesn't talk to him. If he doesn't know the details, he will be regarded as dumb.

It's just that sometimes the senior said he wanted to play a few rounds of mahjong, and he would drag a bench over to accompany him. Usually, the atmosphere in those few rounds was particularly good, but he himself rarely won any money. Usually, he just won a few rounds and then left. He smiled again and said it's all right, just for fun.

His temper made a few elders happy, and occasionally he ran into him backstage and talked about dramas, so he couldn't help but mention a few more words.Gu Sheng seemed to be wishing for this, and playing cards and mahjong at night would lose more points.

He is rare and eager to learn, or he just likes it so he is willing to work hard to study it. Is it true that these ten or so famous entertainers are like this, but there are not many who can do this without letting go of any learning opportunities. The reason given actually makes sense: he is the only one among the 18 who has not been formally discharged.

This day was about the same. Gu Sheng played mahjong with Shang Baoyi and Yuan Miaoxiang. He won two rounds and lost three times. After eating, Shang Baoyi, who was opposite the mahjong table, asked him:

"Your class leader Yan... and Liu Mian, what happened afterwards?"

Gu Sheng signed the card, still wondering whether the two of them would come back, and shook his head upon hearing this.

"Those dignitaries, it's better not to mess with them." Shang Baoyi sighed, his brows in the night seemed to reveal deep weariness.

Gu Sheng fumbled for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes to look at him: "You...was that what Monk Yunfang said back then?"

Shang Baoyi was stunned for a second, then suddenly slapped the table up, leaned over the card table and squeezed Gu Sheng's chin, her eyes lingering on his face.

Gu Sheng's usually calm face suddenly relaxed strangely, as if he was about to cry, he said softly: "Can you tell me about her back then..."

Shang Baoyi let go of her hand in a daze, and suddenly wiped her furrowed cheeks:

"You come out."

That night, Shang Baoyi talked to him a lot, starting from when he first picked up a baby girl at the entrance of the theater, along the way he was brother, father, teacher and friend, and the two traveled around the country with the Peking opera troupe of the Southern School, and finally got mixed up. Famous, when he said this, his already vicissitudes showed an indescribable, sad and gentle expression, and his eyes looked vaguely at the stars outside the building.

The night wind blew the cloaks of the two of them, making a sound like flags beating the railings. Gu Sheng seemed to come back from some kind of long-term memory and said, "May I help you in?"

Shang Baoyi shook his head, Gu Sheng withdrew his gaze, and looked into the distance silently.

"I didn't expect to meet her descendants, so this trip was not in vain." Shang Baoyi laughed, "I thought that since she married a wealthy businessman, she would not let her descendants take the road of performing arts. "

"It was me who was selfish and failed her wish." Gu Sheng said.

Shang Baoyi turned her head and glanced at him, and said: "I have listened to several of your performances, not to mention that there are people here who are more famous than you, in time, you will be the well-deserved number one among these ten stars. I don't know anything else. Dare to say, I have been in the Liyuan world for so many years, and I still have this insight."

Gu Sheng shook his head with a smile, and said in a low voice, "You're flattering me".

"It's just that you shouldn't get involved with warlords." Shang Baoyi sighed deeply, "Liu Mian is like this, you are like this, and sister Yun was like this back then, people can't be too outstanding, fame brings disaster! Fame brings disaster! "

"Warlord?" Gu Sheng was stunned for a moment, "Didn't my mother be raped by the Japanese...?"

Shang Baoyi was also taken aback: "Oh, the Japanese? The Japanese came later. At first it was Jiang Zhiya who was still the leader of the militia in Jiangbei at that time—you may not have heard of it now, but when you and we Everyone knows it, and Peigui should know it too—Jiang Zhiya ran into Jinzhou after he fled to Jinzhou. Just because of the marriage of the Song family, in order to let the young lady of the Song family marry with peace of mind, I gave Yunmei to the Japanese—I am really angry when I say this! I am the younger sister raised by my own daughter, alas... However, I heard that she ran away and went to Jiangnan to marry under her name. Now that I see you, I know that the rumors are true, and I have let go of my heart for so many years. It's good...it's good..."

He recalled the past, even though he tried his best to keep calm, he still couldn't restrain his grief when he talked about the grief and anger. The pain of not being able to protect his sister swept the face of the middle-aged man. He thought about it for a long time, and suddenly found Gu Sheng next to him. It's been a long, long time since I said a word.

He turned around to look, and was startled by Gu Sheng's extremely pale face for a moment, and quickly helped him up with his hands: "Hey, I've talked too much, you..."

She is dead.

Gu Sheng said in his heart.

That woman who was so famous in the capital was gone eight years ago.Together with that big family, they were burned to nothing in the sudden bloodshed and continuous fire on New Year's Eve.