Naturally, the planes of the Republic of China were not as luxurious as those of the 21st century.

Hua Tingtong and Jane also sat on a Douglas passenger plane imported from the United States, which was very narrow in space, with less than 30 seats; This kind of aircraft is small, has a small carrying capacity, and cannot carry much fuel, and must be refueled once after flying far, so the passenger plane must make frequent stops during long-distance flights.

The ticket price is still very expensive, 500 oceans.

It took off at 7 a.m., passed through 4 stations, and landed in Hong Kong at 4 p.m. Hammered the sore waist and arms, Hua couldn't help but sneer, taking a plane was originally to save time, and a lot of time was wasted by frequent stops like this.

However, compared with other means of transportation in the Republic of China, the plane is the fastest after all, but unfortunately this kind of speed needs to be exchanged for amazing fares, and ordinary people do not have this blessing.

When they arrived in Hong Kong, due to the urgency of time, Jian Yitong and Shi Yinai took the lead in going to the mission location, while Hua Ting went to the hotel with a few suitcases of luggage to check in for the three of them.

This is her first visit to Hong Kong.

She found that autumn in Hong Kong was not as dry as in Shanghai, but rather bright and humid.

Idle and bored, Hua Ting just finished the check-in procedures, and went to Lantau Island alone to play, thinking that after dinner, I would go to Chen Shu with Jian Yi to have a look.

Plunging into the low clouds, I felt a gray mist coming towards me, and the thin lines of rain stained my hair, and then I continued to walk, looking up, and the sky was still blue.

Lantau Island lives up to its name.

Standing on the top of a hill in Hong Kong, you can see the turquoise Victoria Harbour swaying with the waves and the British flag. Looking north along the white coastline, you'll see more muddy piers and local aboriginal fishing boats floating on the beach.

On the Kowloon Peninsula, the harbour-facing whitewashed buildings dot the mid-levels, and as in Shanghai, most of them are colonists' commercial buildings or wealthy mansions, while the poor are crowded in dilapidated shacks, densely packed in narrow laneways and ponds.

How is it so similar to the beach?

The streets are filled with skinny Chinese and blond, blue-eyed gringos, with the only difference being that people speak round and gentle Cantonese and English with a variety of accents.

Hua Ting likes the city, and she also likes the accent and tone of the city, so she can't sing too much in Cantonese, but she can't speak in the vernacular.

From 1841 to 1898, Hong Kong Island, the Kowloon Peninsula, the New Territories and more than 200 islands in the surrounding ocean came under the rule of the British Empire.

The prosperity of the floating clouds can hide the roaring guns, but it cannot dissipate the desolation and panic of the last days in people's hearts.

Nowadays, Hong Kong in 1935 is still a place of ignorance compared with the drunken and powerful Shanghai, but compared with Shanghai surrounded by Japanese artillery and various warlord forces, it can be regarded as a more peaceful paradise of singing and dancing.

As it gets late, some of the food stalls and small restaurants under the tenement buildings are in full swing, and the smell wafting in the air is very different from that of Shanghai, which is filled with the tangy aroma of fish ball powder, raw soup, fried three treasures, fried large intestines and so on.

Hua Ting sat down at a wonton noodle stall on the side of the street.

The wooden table with a short leg swayed, and a lot of soup was splashed on the wonton noodles that had just come up, but she didn't care, she rolled up her sleeves and started eating.

But several young people at the next two tables stood up in unison, staring at the proprietress who was recording the meal in a small notebook with her eyebrows fluttering.

Looking at this battle, Hua Ting faintly felt that something was wrong.

The proprietress was slow to react, and it took a long time to finally turn around.

Hua Ting lowered his head and ate his noodles seriously, his apricot eyes hung coldly, thinking that he was really restless wherever he went.

One of the horses who took the lead said angrily as she expected: "Such a broken wooden table and chairs, are you embarrassed to let a few of our brothers eat?" ”

Fortunately, I usually watch a lot of TVB dramas, and what Ma Tsai said at the moment is generally understandable.

"Oh," the proprietress quickly dropped the notebook in her hand, "a small business, the brothers will be on it." The words are flattering.

"Will?" The leader was clearly in a rage, and one hand had reached for the right side of his trousers.

Hua Ting took a bite of wonton, sighed lowly, and his chivalrous heart burst again, "A few little brothers are fighting for a few broken wooden tables and chairs, obviously they can't do anything big." ”

Hua listened, which attracted the attention of everyone present.

This young lady is not dressed like the fashionable girl in Hong Kong today, but is dressed in a plain shirt, plaid trousers, and a pair of casual women's cowhide shoes, which are not firmly worn, and gently swaying with her legs, revealing snow-white ankles.

The lady and several horses carefully looked at her dressed in the mainland, and they didn't know which was better in the vernacular or Chinese.

The horses looked at each other, wondering who this audacious woman was.

No one responded, so Hua Ting continued to speak: "Let's sit down and eat a bowl of wonton noodles, this shop tastes good." ”

How could she be so calm? The leader was not convinced, "Where did you come from?" Which onion is it? He was about to take the gun from his trousers, but Hua Ting's movements were one step ahead of him, and he had already aimed the muzzle of the gun at his head, and his right hand was unhurriedly holding the wonton in the bowl.

The posture is obviously different from the average woman.

Ma Zai was stunned, and the brothers behind him were even more stunned and couldn't move.

"I've said that, let's sit down and eat a bowl of noodles." Hua listened to the pretended to be sweet, but there were layers of ferocity between her eyebrows and eyes.

After two careful looks, the person behind Ma Zai reluctantly stepped forward and whispered something in his ear, and Ma Zai's face changed instantly.

"It turned out to be the famous Miss Bai in Shanghai." Ma Tsai spoke awkwardly Mandarin in her accent, and with an indication in her right hand, all the brothers behind her sat down in unison, the barrel of the gun in his right trouser pocket slammed against the wooden bench.

"You know me?" I was inevitably uncontrollably vain for a while, and I didn't expect to be famous in Hong Kong.

"I often see it in the newspapers." Ma Zai's face was full of smiles, and he gave her a rather Jianghu style salute, "Miss Bai, it's disrespectful!" ”

"Oh? Do you have a Hong Kong newspaper that will publish something about Shanghai? Hua Ting took the gun and continued to eat noodles.

"That's a common thing," Ma said, "Shanghai is more lively than Hong Kong." ”

"Not necessarily."

Seeing the leader sit down, the horses unconsciously broke off their chopsticks, and just served a few bowls of hot seafood noodles.

Hua Ting brushed her hair boredly, closed her eyes and said nothing. The horses couldn't figure out her emotions and had to be silent, and they were afraid that they would annoy her if they didn't eat well, so there was only the sound of swallowing pasta for a while.

"By the way, where is there a place to watch a theater in Hong Kong?"

***

Hong Kong is indeed very small, with thin and narrow streets, lined with high-rise buildings crowded together, and it cannot be compared with the wide asphalt roads of the ten-mile foreign market.

Not to mention the theater, a piece of land less than 50 square meters, there were no seats at 6 o'clock, and the flowers listened to the theater building, and they had to stand on the corridor on the second floor and look down.

At this moment, what is being sung on the stage is a classic "Palace of Eternal Life".

Empty memories of the former alliance do not forget, today, I am here, you are there.

The earth-shattering applause was full of applause, and Hua Ting leaned against the corridor on the second floor, watching the two people wearing crowns on the stage below sing a sad and lingering play.

"This play has been sung every month and every month, and it has been sung a hundred and eighty times, but the more people come to listen to it." A woman took out a handkerchief and evened her face, swept the full crowd downstairs and sighed, "It can be seen that if you become a corner, it doesn't matter if you sing Cantonese opera from Liangguang or Kunqu opera from the mainland, it doesn't matter if your ears are putty, there are always people who love to listen to it." ”

Listen to the accent like a northerner.

Hua didn't bother to talk, so she responded with a smile.

As soon as the woman passed by her, her gaze slowly wandered from the corner of the stage to the man in black who was sitting in the third-to-last row of seats in the lobby of the theater.

A little light leaked into the corner of the dim theater building, the light and shadow were dusk and yellow, and you could clearly see the dust suspended inside, and the dust moved slowly, neither falling nor rising, as if it was frozen time.

Not fast, not slow, just right.

The man's expression was faint, and his eyes looked at the stage where the drums were dense.

He was thin and seemed silent, and time had warmed his edges and corners, hiding his joys and sorrows from the corners of his mouth and into his eyes.

Hua Ting stared at him with lowered eyes, her eyelashes twitched, and then she shook again.

His robe was well cut, but the stitches were not as thin as they were in Shanghai, and the cuffs were ivory, which was still the same preference.

The hustle and bustle of gongs, drums, and guns in the theater instantly drilled into her ears, making her eardrums vibrate, and her singing voice was pulled up layer by layer, grinding not her voice, but her heart that had been hanging for a long time, pinching out a sharp high note.

I woke up from a deep dream, and I didn't forget the former alliance in the empty memory, today, I'm here, you're there.

This encounter seems to have been separated by a century.

How could her first meeting with him in Bremen, and the kiss on the street, Sixteen Shop Pier, Paramount and Cai Bingrong, suddenly feel so far away?

She straightened her cuffs and turned to go downstairs.

The ladder is very short, but there are fourteen or fifteen steps, and Hua Ting stands in the corridor holding the handrail, but he always feels that he can't take a step.

Do you feel indebted, or are you disappointed? (To be continued.) )