"Hehe, don't I look like it?" Feng Chen smiled meaningfully, his eyes fixed on Yu Ying and asked. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Are you acting? I only know that between Mr. Feng and Mr. Shen Zui, you have more frequent contact, so is Mr. Shen also a communist? Yu Ying glanced at Shen Drunk and asked rhetorically.

"Haha, there is this possibility, not only my brother Shen, but also my brother Wang Xinheng, the two of them, like you, are suspected of collusion!" Feng Chen laughed twice, patted Shen Drunken shoulder and said.

"Hehe, Brother Feng, are you really acting with Miss Yu?" Shen Zui smiled wryly and said embarrassedly.

"Isn't that right? My relationship with you and Brother Wang is much closer than the relationship with Miss Yu, Miss Yu's analysis is very reasonable, you and Brother Wang, and Miss Yu, we are all communists. ”

"Oh, by the way, there is also our bureau, our bureau also takes great care of me, it seems that it should be the Communist Party!"

Feng Chen teased Shen Zui in a mess, making Shen Zui not know how to answer.

Through Feng Chen's ridiculous words, Yu Ying, who was smart in ice and snow, had already quickly thought of how to deal with it, and concluded in his heart that Shen Zui didn't catch any tricks on him, he just wanted himself to testify against Feng Chen.

"If Mr. Shen thinks that if I play the role in Mr. Feng's script, I must have something to do with Mr. Feng, then I really have nothing to say, I have acted in more plays." Yu Ying looked at Shen Zui and said.

"Okay, okay, Brother Feng and Miss Yu, you two don't act anymore, I'm not bored to see Brother Feng living here, invite you Miss Yu here, let's discuss the drama."

Shen Zui waved his hand and didn't let Yu Ying say any more.

"It's pretty much the same, so why don't we let Miss Yu give us a performance of "Sai Jinhua" written by Shen Xi?" Feng Chen took the opportunity to propose.

"Good! Miss Yu, then you will have a piece of "Sai Jinhua". Shen Zui glanced at Yu Ying and ordered.

"Shen Xi's "Sai Jinhua" has just been serialized in "Literature" magazine, I only watched one scene, how to perform, if you want to perform, I should come to Mr. Duan Feng's "Night Scene in the Factory".

Yu Ying understood that Feng Chen was using this method to divert their attention.

"I heard that Miss Yu not only performs well in dramas, but also sings very well, or Miss Yu can sing a few songs to us." Shen Zui glanced at Yu Ying, who was completely relaxed, and suggested.

"Good! It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate, then I'll sing you "Ten Miles of Ocean", okay? ”

"Okay, everyone, welcome!" Shen Zui took the lead in applauding and coaxing Yu Ying.

Yu Ying stood up generously, let go of her singing voice and began to sing:

Put Suhanthan to heaven

Su Hang, which is also normal now

Which is more in heaven in Shanghai

Ten miles of foreign fields are good, good scenery.

……

Stay in a bungalow by car

Covered with a blanket to sleep on a copper bed

Which lining is new at the time of woolen lining

The oil diamond sparkles and sparkles.

……

The dance arena is the craziest

The singing voice is gentle and hurried

The lights are dark

There are sentient men and women, one and a two

A pair of pairs.

The singing was melodious and beautiful, and after Yu Ying finished singing, the people in the living room applauded in unison.

"I only knew that Miss Yu's drama was good before, but I didn't expect Miss Yu's singing to be so good, it was better than Li Xianglan's original song." Shen drunk applauded and said in praise.

"Since Mr. Shen thinks I sing well, then I will sing to you another song that I particularly like "Selling Newspaper Song", I hope you will like it."

"Good!"

Shen was drunk and took the lead in applauding again.

Yu Ying cleared her throat and then began to sing:

La-la-la

I'm a newspaper seller

Don't wait for the dawn to wait for the newspaper

Shouting while walking

Today's news is really good

Seven copper plates buy two newspapers.

……

La-la-la

I'm a newspaper seller

Running all over the streets in the wind and rain

It's not good to walk and slip a fall

The muddy water on his body makes people laugh

Hunger and cold, only I know.

……

La-la-la

I'm a newspaper seller

Hungry and cold-tolerant to run all over the streets

I can't eat enough and sleep well

To whom to complain about the painful life

One day the Illuminati will come.

Yu Ying's singing voice evoked Feng Chen's memories of his childhood life, and Feng Chen's eyes moistened.

Shen Zui noticed that Feng Chen was a little strange, turned his head to look at Feng Chen, and asked, "Brother Feng, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Alas! When you Brother Feng and I were eight years old, not only did I sell newspapers on the streets of Shanghai Beach, but I also polished my shoes and burned a tiger stove. ”

Feng Chen took out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket, wiped his eyes, and said in a low voice.

"I'm sorry! Mr. Feng, I shouldn't sing this song to remind you of your unbearable childhood past. Yu Ying sat down opposite Feng Chen again, looked at Feng Chen and apologized.

"It's okay, I like this song the most." Feng Chen said.

"I once heard Nie Er, who wrote this song, tell me that when he was working at Lianhua Film Company, he met a newspaper girl named Xiao Maotou, and the prototype of the newspaper song is Xiao Maotou."

Feng Chen used a slow tone to tell everyone the origin of selling newspaper songs.

"Xiao Maotou, this little girl's surname is Yang, and she has not yet had an official scientific name when she is ten years old, and people call her Xiao Maotou.

One day, Xiao Maotou was dizzy with hunger, and when he was shaking, a tram stopped, and a group of people poured down from the tram, Xiao Maotou was knocked to the ground, blood blisters appeared on his head, and the newspaper in his hand was scattered all over the ground, and Xiao Maotou sat on the ground and cried.

At this time, a strange uncle helped Xiao Maotou pick up the newspaper on the ground, helped her up, took out the money, and bought all the soiled newspapers, this person was Nie Er. ”

After Feng Chen finished speaking, everyone was silent and did not speak.

After a while, Shen Zui asked, "Brother Feng is talking about Nie Shouxin, right?" ”

"Yes." Feng Chen replied.

"I particularly like the 'March of the Volunteers' that he composed." Shen Zui said.

"Have you watched the movie "Children of the Storm" that was screened some time ago?" Feng Chen looked at Shen Zui and asked.

"Yes, I watched it with Brother Wang." Shen replied.

"But you still have to arrest Nie Shouxin everywhere, have you caught it?" Feng Chen asked.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to catch him, I heard that he has already gone to Japan." Shen replied.

"Alas! With such a big Shanghai beach, why can't it accommodate a talent? Brother Shen, tell me, what's wrong with the Nationalist Government? Feng Chen asked with a sigh.

Drunk and didn't know how to answer, the room fell silent again.

At this moment, Wang Xinheng broke in with two plainclothes people.

"What's wrong with you? Infected by the Blame Westerners? One by one, they sat here with a blank face and did not speak. ”

Wang Xinheng, who stepped into the door, looked back and forth on everyone's faces and said teasingly.

"Just now we heard Miss Yu Ying sing a newspaper song to us, and Brother Feng told the story of Nie Er's creation of a newspaper song, and we are immersed in the story."

Shen Zui glanced at Wang Xinheng and explained.

"Miss Yu, when was the last time you saw Shen Xi?"

Wang Xinheng ignored Shen Zui, and suddenly stared at Yu Ying and asked.

"I don't remember exactly, but it's been a while." Yu Ying blurted out.

"I heard Shen Xi's neighbor say, you went to him yesterday, why can't you remember?" Wang Xinheng looked at Yu Ying with suspicion and asked.

"Wang Xinheng, if you are an interrogator, just take me and Yu Ying to your interrogation room for interrogation, don't be aggressive here, okay, who do you show with a straight face?!"

Feng Chen was a little dissatisfied with Wang Xinheng's tone of asking Yu Ying.

"Brother Wang, sit down and talk."

Shen Zui poured a cup of tea for Wang Xinheng and pulled Wang Xinheng to sit down beside Feng Chen.

"Big brother, didn't you find Shen Xi?" Shen Zui then asked.

"Alas, a step too late, let him run." Wang Xinheng sighed in annoyance.

"Run, run, besides, what's the point of letting Shen Xilai? Prove that Brother Feng is a communist? Communist? The two eldest brothers should not be angry about this matter anymore. ”

Shen drunk persuaded Wang Xinheng.

"Okay, it was my fault just now, I apologize to Brother Feng, I hope Brother Feng and Miss Yu don't take it to heart, I will give you two a glass at noon."

"Don't dare, we are now the prisoners of your chief Wang, so dare you toast?!" Feng Chen sneered.