When Fu Yongxi saw it, he turned his face off and said angrily: "Do you even want to laugh at me?" ”

Song Yufang hurriedly stopped laughing and apologized: "Where is the joke, it's just ...... Your face is really round, and when you shave your head, it really looks like a big watermelon, and it's so cute. ”

When Mrs. Fu saw them making trouble, she laughed, stood up and said, "You two eat slowly, I asked a few wives to play cards." He said a few words politely to Song Yufang, "Ming'er has to take the exam for one day, and after the exam, I will go back to my aunt for dinner." I bought two tickets for you, and after dinner, I went to Guangde Building to listen to the play, and you just went home after listening. After that, without waiting for Song Yufang to say goodbye, he hurried to the card game.

Fu Yongxi held up a big chicken leg and sneered: "Okay, okay, don't think about quitting." I bought it all, is it a waste of it? ”

If you continue to talk about it, it will be disrespectful. Song Yufang had no choice but to say thank you and continued to bow her head to eat.

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On the second day, the two of them, who had completed all the subjects, returned to Fu Yongxi's bedroom, and sat on the Chinese Arhat bed on all fours.

Song Yufang felt that something had been found on her back, so she half-sat up and reached out to touch a book. After she casually flipped through two pages, she said to Fu Yongxi: "You actually have "Women's Bell" at home, and you don't even have our school's library. Can you borrow me to go back and watch it for two days? ”

Fu Yongxi, who was originally recuperating with his eyes closed, heard this, and hurriedly jumped up, snatched back the book, shouted "don't borrow" in his voice, and refused to give it to anything.

It's not that she's stingy, the book has been out of stock since it was published, and the conservative faction in the Zheng Mansion doesn't advocate that this book call on all women to rise up in a revolutionary trend, which is now hard to find on the market. It's the one in Fu Yongxi's hand, and he bought it from Japan, which is really rare. Since having this book, Fu Yongxi has simply abandoned an entire bookcase, and only holds this one day and night.

After snatching back the baby, Fu Yongxi was afraid that Song Yufang would not give up, so he hurriedly proposed to go to Dashilar for a walk first, and then go to the play.

Song Yufang has always had nothing to do with fun, so she agreed.

When the two said this, Fu Yongxi stood in front of the dressing mirror, put on his hat, and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Whether a woman with a short haircut will be able to work with a man remains to be seen in the future. But this shaved head incident gave Fu Yongxi an unknown experience.

The so-called three thousand troubles may not be just a burden. At least in the evening when the spring cold is not gone, the hair is a good protector for the back of the head, so that it will not be cold to the heart as soon as the wind blows.

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When they arrived at the opera garden, the early guests were already divided into men and women, which was the rule of listening to the play.

Song Yufang was naturally ready to go upstairs, and a runner came over and asked her, "Girl, are you the only one?" ”

"The two of us ......" Song Yufang was about to point to her companion, but when she turned around, she saw that Fu Yongxi had walked to the table in the middle of the first floor.

"Girl, the female seat is upstairs." The guy from Guangde Lou laughed and stood aside to explain to her.

Song Yufang's face froze, and she was afraid that something was going to happen, so she hurriedly chased after her. Halfway through, I heard Fu Yongxi ask coldly: "What, are the tables and chairs also divided into male and female?" ”

The guy scratched his head in embarrassment: "This...... Not really. However, you naturally have to sit on the Kun seat with a Kun ticket. ”

Fu Yongxi looked at Song Yufang who ran over and raised her eyebrows, meaning to tell her to watch the good show below. Then he hugged his arms, touched his toes on the ground, and deliberately shouted: "Yes, since there is no division, why can't we sit in the seats downstairs?" ”

Hearing this, the guy understood a little.

Fu Yongxi is not the first person to make a difference between men and women in the theater, let alone the only one, and some people have made men and women sit together earlier. But this kind of civilized talk is said in the square, and it is called progressive; Put it in the courtyard and say, that's called a revolutionary; But when you put it in the business field, it's called smashing.

"There's no such thing...... the guy stood up straight, pulled the white towel on his shoulder and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and waved his right hand in the direction of the door angrily, "The men and women who watch the play here are all sitting upstairs and downstairs." If you like to sit on the first floor, there is also a place, and there are several theaters nearby that have a curtain in the middle to sit separately. If you go to another house to listen to the play, you won't be able to sit on the first floor. ”

Fu Yongxi stomped his feet angrily, pouted and shouted, "I just don't want to sit separately!" ”

Song Yufang stood still and took a look, and the sparse guests around him were all gathered around. She hurriedly grabbed Fu Yongxi and persuaded in a low voice: "Forget it, you should follow the local customs." He's just a little guy, and he can't talk much, so what can he do for him? ”

"yes, it's still the girl who speaks." The guy also stretched out the end note and replied to Fu Yongxi, "What are you talking about with me here, although I am a runaway, but the big men who are sent to us, any one of them is not an ordinary person." I can hear them standing in front of the loudspeaker and raising their arms and shouting. Then, as soon as he turned around, he pointed to the table behind the left, "To tell you the truth, a few days ago, a congressman surnamed Li was on this table to make connections, and he wanted to take the lead in talking about what women should do in politics." If the girl is curious about the chief's reply, I will write it all down here, will you listen to it? With that, he shook his head with his hand triumphantly and laughed.

The surrounding spectators also laughed and returned to their seats one after another.

Song Yufang was afraid of causing trouble, so she hurriedly leaned on Fu Yongxi's shoulder, and said in a breathy voice: "I tell you, although some things are wrong, they are true. Not everyone who has studied has yet known progress, and even more so those who haven't read much. If you feel happy to say it, I don't want to stop you. It's just that you are trying to speak quickly for a while, and if you want to bring out the storm of public opinion that has been suppressed, isn't that sacrificing yourself in vain? In the future, there will be a lack of a cadre like you, I really don't know where our women's way out is. ”

Although this is a bit exaggerated, it is not necessarily untrue. Women who can graduate from high school, let alone the whole country, even in the first good district, can't be said to be everywhere.

Fu Yongxi felt that the burden on her shoulders was very heavy, and in order to achieve her ambitions, it seemed that there would be some twists and turns to bear, and the ridicule in front of her was like this. She thought that the hero would not suffer the immediate loss, so she decided to swallow this breath for the time being, and blushed and silently prepared to retreat to the second floor.

After walking a few steps, her unwilling emotions took over again, so she turned around, ran over to stop the fellow, took off her hat, gritted her teeth and said to him: "You must remember me, one day I will sit with the male guests here and watch the show!" ”

Song Yufang, who found that people had run away again, waved desperately next to the stairs and shouted, "Miss Fu, don't delay, it's time to start the gong." ”

The guy opened his mouth wide and was stunned for a long time.

When he came back to his senses, Fu Yongxi had already sat down on the second floor.

He thought back to the shiny bald head, and when he looked upstairs for someone, he smiled evilly and grabbed another tall, thin fellow. The two hid in the corner, and then said breathlessly: "New here, brother has an interesting errand for you, look at the girl in a pink suit and a pink hat upstairs-" As he spoke, he mysteriously covered his hand to his mouth, "She's a bald head!" ”

The tall and thin man had an unbelievable expression on his face, and repeatedly said, "Don't coax people with words", but he had already lifted the water cho in his hand, and his feet were raised, and he went upstairs to see the excitement.

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Today's stage is full of lively plays, and the sound of gongs and drums is mixed with cheers and applause, and the noise is so loud that the ear drums are about to pierce.

When the play was over, Fu Yongxi beat the back of his neck and said, "Let's go to the civilized drama next time." It's annoying that these old men and young masters will throw money on the stage at every turn, otherwise they will just cheer people and shout blindly with their voices. I guess if you sit a little farther away, you're not listening to a play at all, you're just listening to shouting. ”

Song Yufang agreed casually, watched her get into the car, said goodbye to each other, and then dragged home.

When I entered the house, I saw that the yard was black, and I had to go to the innermost bedroom until I had a faint glimmer of light from a kerosene lamp that was about to burn out.

The little boy on the kang was pillowed on Mrs. Song's lap and was already asleep soundly.

Song Yufang put down her schoolbag, walked over and touched her brother's puffy face, and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She looked up and found that Mrs. Song was wearing a newly made water-red placket stand-up collar trimmed vest during the Chinese New Year, with a slightly sad look on her face, which was in stark contrast to this festive dress. When I thought about it, I guessed a rough idea. He asked in a deep voice: "How many days is there enough rice at home to eat?" ”

Although Song Yufang went to the Bank of China to take the exam, it is still a problem whether she can pass the exam, and even if she is admitted, there will be no half of the score in the month of grading.

A few days ago, Song Yufang's father, Song Ziming, a teacher at the school, brought back a letter. Mrs. Song was an illiterate old-fashioned woman, and every letter she wrote back was read to her by Song Yufang.

The letter mentioned very euphemistically that the youngest son of the old lady of the Song family, Bao, that is, Song Ziming's third brother, is a very good person, and he may be able to find him for help.

Mrs. Song is dressed like this today, presumably she went to the Song family's old house in Xicheng to ask for help.

"That's enough for a few months." Mrs. Song said, rubbing the corners of her forehead and sneering.

It seems that today's work was not in vain, at most, Mrs. Song was said a few unpleasant words by her mother-in-law.

Speaking of her background, in fact, Song Yufang is also a small jasper. The ancestors were in business, although they were not rich and rivaled by the country, and it was not an exaggeration to say that the family wealth was overwhelming. Originally, it was a family of four living in a big mansion and eating a big pot of rice, but the death of Mrs. Song changed everything.

Bao is in the flag, and she is still a little decent in her old age, so she has developed a temper that loves to hold a tone. Because Song Yufang's father, Song Ziming, was a concubine, he had never been displeased with the Bao family, so he casually found an excuse to divide the family. Only Bao and her two-room son are still living in the house in Damucang Hutong.

The dynasty changed, and when it came to the Republic of China, although the old scenery was no longer there, the emaciated camels were bigger than horses, and their lives were still more comfortable than ordinary people.