No.30 eighth grade

I am an old man, and in a few more years, I may become ashes.

Someone sent a letter asking about my rotten past, about the woman who made a lot of money for me, a little far away, half an ocean, a piece of land.

I took the tram, passed Broadway for about a few streets, and saw actors in European aristocratic costumes entering the door one after another. I poked my head out curiously, but in a blink of an eye I arrived at that person's residence.It is a small bungalow with small roses planted. When I passed by, I was surprised to find that some of them were white.

I smelled smoke, the smell of tobacco picked in the southern fields. The child who delivered the newspaper for me seemed to like it very much, and she sat on the rocking wicker chair and motioned for me to sit down when she saw me.

That girl was brought up by the old bustard, she lived in the brothel, she was called by a vulgar name, no one noticed, Yingsheng didn't call her by that name at that time, she was a half-red prostitute, she knew this girl well, and was tired of it all day together.There was a guest with a rare and strange skeleton. Later, the girl thought to herself that she was harmed by this distant mountain eyebrow, but she thought in her heart that she could draw the appearance of that person with her eyes closed.As a matter of course, she gave birth to a child, and the bustard chased her with a wooden stick. The prostitutes upstairs all came together to watch the joke, but one of them looked at her resolute face and sighed. She would really kill herself.

The half-red prostitute's age was out of sight, so she had to pack up her bags and leave.Relying on her good voice, she was successful in the dance hall, and she still thought about sending money to the girl with the child every month.

Later, we lost contact, and everyone in the building disappeared. The once half-popular prostitute also called Yingsheng with the nobleman. It is said that her birth mother's surname was Zhao.

I don't know how many years later, a beggar came by chance, his clothes were dirty, but his appearance remained the same, his treasure was a lock, both of them were very excited, the girl settled down here, imitating the appearance of a famous lady live.

I had heard enough, and borrowed a cigarette, thinking that it was already late, before I walked out the door, I asked him how he was doing.

My mind was in chaos, and it took me a long time to say something plain, the show did not sell well, and I died from smoking opium.

Indeed perhaps dead.

On the way back, I went the same way and went to the Broadway theater to watch the show. I sat in the back row, holding the baby in my hand. On the stage was a man surnamed Cheng singing Baihuating, but a man gave birth to a woman’s Yuanshanmei .