Chronicle of the Republic of China

After Fang Wuyu sang and danced well, the group of people quarreled for a while, and finally passed out in a mess.The two least drunk people carried them back to each room. The tables were too messy to clean up, and they sat side by side at the bottom of the steps, smoking the lamp and watching the moon.Meng Xisheng ran over in a very petty manner and turned off all the lights in the hall, leaving only two lanterns hanging on the beams of the roof for lighting, so as to save some electricity bills.

"I don't want you to pay," Fang Wuyu sneered at him, "Your class leader is a money addict, so you should let him spend more money."

Meng Xisheng said: "What do you know? If he spends money here, he will take on more work for the theater troupe there, exhausting everyone to death. You don't have the right to speak less."

Fang Wuyu thought he was not qualified, and the lights at home were always on, as if electricity was free.After a while, he felt that the light was turned off well, creating a dim and ambiguous atmosphere, and the two paper lanterns happened to be able to polish each other's brows and eyes, allowing him to see the beautiful broken light in Meng Xisheng's eyes clearly, like One Wang Qingtan.

Fang Wuyu couldn't miss such a good opportunity.With evil intentions, he began to use his brain to think how he could take down this man in one fell swoop when the sky was dark and Meng Xisheng was drunk.

When he looked up, he found that the moon was beautiful, Meng Xisheng's face was like jade, and Fang Wuyu's dirty thoughts suddenly turned into soft fingers, staring at him admiringly.

It didn't take long to realize that Meng Xisheng's expression was not right, his back was arched as he pressed his hands on his stomach.

He was surprised: "What's wrong?"

Meng Xisheng shook his head, did not speak, but couldn't bear it anymore, ran to the room to get the medicine jar to take medicine.Fang Wuyu touched the teapot in the room. There was water in it, but it was too cold.There was only wine and no hot tea at the banquet, and the cooking time was too long, Meng Xisheng couldn't wait, so he swallowed a tablet raw, fortunately there was oil and water in the stomach, so it didn't feel uncomfortable.

Fang Wuyu picked up the medicine jar to read the instructions, looked up and said, "You have a bad stomach?"

Meng Xisheng sat on the edge of the bed with his head bowed, his lips were pursed white, and even the rosiness from alcohol faded away.Fang Wuyu was startled, helped him up and said, "I'll take you to the hospital."

Meng Xisheng insisted not to go: "The medicine will take effect after a while. It's an old problem, don't worry."

Old problem?How old are you?

When Meng Xisheng's expression softened, Fang Wuyu heaved a sigh of relief, and the two of them went to the kitchen to boil water to warm their stomachs.

Meng Xisheng took the teapot, cleaned it, put it on the stove to boil water, and after a while, there was a cloud of smoke.He sat on a pony and stared at the firelight with his hands resting his chin. Fang Wuyu leaned against the stove and looked at all the oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar. In the end, he found that Boss Meng was the best-looking one, especially when he was soaked in the greasy fireworks in the kitchen. Looks a lot more approachable.

The lid chugs and steams, and the tea boils.Fang Wuyu wanted to be courteous, and personally served Meng Xisheng tea and water, and just put his hand on the handle of the teapot, it was so hot that his teeth grinned and his face twitched twice.Meng Xisheng quickly wrapped the handle of the teapot with a cloth and took it away from the fire source, then turned his head to check Fang Wuyu's injury.

Fortunately, the speed of pulling the hand was fast and did not cause burns, but most of the palms were red.At home, Fang Wuyu is the one who doesn't help the oil bottle if it's down. He doesn't touch Yangchun water with his fingers, doesn't distinguish between five grains and his limbs don't work hard.

Meng Xisheng shook his head and sighed, not knowing what to say.

Fang Wuyu shook his paw triumphantly: "Is this considered a work-related injury? I burned my hands because of Boss Meng."

Meng Xisheng said, "Cut it off, it's considered a work-related injury."

Fang Wuyu picked up the ready-made kitchen knife and made a gesture to chop. Meng Xisheng had already lowered his eyebrows and poured two cups of tea. He picked up a cup and held it in his palm to keep warm. He sat back on the pony and ignored the nervous man.Fang Wuyu saw that he poured himself a cup too, and was so happy that he stopped chopping his hands, and dropped the kitchen knife to drink tea.

In the cold winter night, Meng Xisheng drank some hot tea, and with the effect of the medicine, his expression returned to normal, and he let out a faint breath.

Fang Wuyu inquired into the origin of his stomach trouble. Meng Xisheng was only 16 years old, and only seventeen after the New Year. How could he still have stomach trouble at such a young age?

Meng Xisheng's bushy eyebrows drooped, and he didn't blow on the hot tea. He drank it patiently while keeping warm. After a while, he turned his head to look at the moonlight in the courtyard, and then said, "No way, for the sake of Singing."

"Singing opera ruined your stomach?" Fang Wuyu was at a loss.

Meng Xisheng said in a low voice: "When you grow your body, you grow too fast, your appetite also increases, you get fat, and you grow too tall, so you have to control it."

Fang Wuyu had never heard of Liyuan Xing's methods that are not humane, and he was a freelance fancier, he only cared about whether he sang well or not, but he didn't care about his ten years of performance in the audience.

Because Meng Xisheng grew too fast at that time, his father wrapped cloth around the bones of his body to forcefully restrain the bones from closing prematurely.His grandfather flipped through the rotten book of bad customs and customs, saying that wrapping up like this would easily deform the bones, and if they didn't grow taller but instead grew crooked, they wouldn't be able to make it to the stage.Grandpa found a few rattan sticks according to the method in the book, and fixed them in the fabric to prevent him from growing crookedly.

For the cloth and rattan to work, it must be tightened, otherwise it would be useless.During that time, Meng Xi's voice was extremely difficult. He couldn't sleep well at night, and he couldn't get up the energy to practice his voice in the morning. It didn't take long before he reached the stage of changing his voice, his voice collapsed, and he couldn't sing anymore.Losing the position is a critical point. Some young actors who have a good voice are amazing, but because of the period of changing their voices, they can't get over it.It was inevitable that he had damaged his voice during the liquidation period, so his father hurriedly asked him to silence him for the time being. The most important thing right now is to maintain his throat and curb his height.

For this reason, his father carefully grasped all aspects of his diet and daily life. All calcium-containing foods must be eaten less, and protein should be taken in less. Not to mention the food, he had to be tortured by cloth canes for 24 hours, which made his whole body hurt and the pain was unbearable.He was sluggish like a ghost during the day, and fell asleep after drinking some hot soup at night, thinking that after falling asleep, the pain would be less painful, but the burden on his body was too heavy, and he couldn't sleep well, and he was drowsy in pain. Float for a while, and then gradually rise with the sun outside the window.

When Fang Wuyu heard this, he was furious: "Your father and your grandfather are simply sick! What kind of feudal habits are these! These two are the remnants of the late Qing Dynasty! The Qing Dynasty is already dead!"

He smashed the cup to the ground, Meng Xisheng was startled, and when he heard him talk about the remnants of the late Qing Dynasty, he couldn't help laughing.

"I agreed to it myself, and it's none of their business. My father dotes on me, and he loves me too." Meng Xisheng said.

In fact, it is not impossible for him to give up singing Huadan and switch to Xiaosheng.But he didn't want to.He is not afraid of suffering, and he does not want to waste the good voice that God gave him.People have to pay a price for what they want.He likes to sing operas, especially in Huadan tune, he can outshine his peers.He has a strong heart and great perseverance, and he doesn't want to be ridiculed and fail to pass this level, so he has to survive even if his teeth are broken.

The price to pay is that the body is not as healthy as before. I suffered from back pain and leg pain at a young age, and pantothenic acid all over my body when it was rainy and humid.The one who suffers along with the bones is the stomach, because of over-restrained eating, he developed a stomach problem, just now at the banquet, he ate a little more meat and drank some wine, and he immediately showed his color.

In particular, the worst part of these two diseases is that they are difficult to cure. No matter what medicine you take, Chinese medicine or Western medicine, it can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

"It's just that I was very successful when I liquidated the position. What about my height?" He stood up and gestured at his own height. "169, it's still a little taller, but there's no way, I've tried my best."

He looked towards Fang Wuyu, Fang Wuyu's slender figure stood in the moonlight beside the door, his reflection elongated, like a jade tree facing the wind.

As for this young master, he has 180.

Meng Xi's voice was a little sour, and he murmured in a low voice.It's nothing special, if he let his body grow normally, he can be as tall as Fang Wuyu.