A few days ago? Shen Chen stroked his forehead and thought hard, it seemed that there was such a thing, but it was two months ago. The old lady and the girl, a vague image appeared in Shen Chen's mind, with a rickety back and a thin yellow face......

For Shen Chen, the memories of these deities are too deep and long-lasting. If it weren't for Ding Huaiyuan mentioning it, it might still be dusty, and I don't know when the floodgates will be opened.

"Don't talk about that." Wu Lao Liu saw that Shen Chen's mood was suddenly a little low, patted him sympathetically, raised his glass and said, "There is wine today and drunk today, what about his mother's future!" ”

The first sentence is very poetic and philosophical, and the second sentence is too popular. Shen Chen couldn't help grinning and took a big sip of his glass.

Ding Huaiyuan laughed twice, suddenly pricked up his ears, tilted his head to listen carefully, and asked tentatively for a while: "Old Wu, are you listening to this singing?" ”

Wu Lao Liu was stunned for a moment, listened for a while, and nodded: "Rare, rare." It's rare in Hebei, but it's heard in Shanghai. ”

Hebei Bangzi was transformed from the Shanxi Bangzi that flowed into Hebei, formed in the Qing Daoguang period, and began to show prosperity at the intersection of Qing Tong and Guang. The vigorous rise of Bangzi in Hebei Province formed a situation of competition and competition with the leather spring (i.e., Peking Opera) that was dominant in Beijing at that time. In particular, the large number of class clubs has made Hebei Bangzi an irresistible drama in the countryside.

In the thirties of the twentieth century, Hebei Bangzi went into decline, first starting in Beiping, Tianjin, Shanghai and other metropolises, and then spreading to small and medium-sized cities.

In rural areas, the decline of Bangzi in Hebei Province is slower than in urban areas. However, in the forties of the twentieth century, except for the occasional amateur Hebei Bangzi performance at the temple fair or the Spring Festival, there were very few performances in ordinary times, and the professional class society no longer existed. Hebei Bangzi artists in the countryside are also like urban artists, some of them change to sing other dramas, some land as farmers, and some make a living by selling and begging along the village.

In Shanghai, you can hear the slang songs of the countryside, which makes people feel homesick. Wu Laoliu and Ding Huaiyuan sighed and sighed, sipping the old wine, and the complicated taste in their hearts was indescribable.

The music is like a stream flowing, and it is like someone telling a long memory in a deep tone, which makes people feel a faint sadness. Shen Chen's thoughts went farther and farther, and the music fluctuated, as if revealing his bumpy life path. He wandered, confused, entangled, and unwilling to give in to fate.

Crackling...... The sudden sound of smashing interrupted the music, and also interrupted the silent listening and emotion of the three people.

"Rotten three fresh soup (messy), Nong is a big (fool) ......" A series of curses entered the ears.

Shen Chen could also understand a few words, but he was suddenly interrupted from his thoughts, and he felt very unhappy, so he got up and walked around the screen, frowning and glaring, to see what was going on.

An old man with gray hair fell to the ground, wearing a gray cloth coat, green cloth shoes on his feet, and a mustache in his hand, his eyes were a little cloudy, and he couldn't make any mistakes.

Squatting next to the old man was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, covering her face with one hand and holding the old man's arm with the other, sobbing and crying.

There were four or five men sitting at the wine table, dressed and looking like gang figures, and they scolded loudly, because they thought that the melody they sang was a little sad, and disturbed their interest in drinking. A slightly skinny guy stood next to the little girl, and he was about to reach out and hit again.

Although Shen Chen got off work, he was still wearing the uniform of patrolling, and suddenly walked over, and several guys also closed their mouths.

Seeing that the little girl was blind, with blood still flowing from the corners of her mouth, Shen Chen rushed over without any hesitation, perhaps because of the depression in his heart these days and the urgency to find a channel to vent.

He felt furious and became extremely violent. Holding the thin man's head and neck from behind, the force was so great that the thin man's feet were off the ground, and his hands and feet kept kicking due to suffocation. Shen Chen shook it hard, threw the thin man to the ground, and kicked the thin man hard.

"Mr. Patrol-" A fat man stood up on the wine table, his small eyes glared at Shen Chen like opaque prayer beads, and he didn't have a look of fear, and said slowly in a dull and hoarse voice: "This old man and woman want to steal our things. ”

"Fart!" Shen Chen scolded loudly fiercely: "I can hear clearly inside, it is you who are picking quarrels and provoking trouble, and I will take you to the patrol room." ”

The fat man frowned, staring at Shen Chen with a cold and arrogant attitude, and his huge head shook slightly.

Shen Chen clenched his fists, his figure, his physique, the physical strength he had recovered, and his identity, made him feel full of courage and an urge to smash people.

Wu Laoliu and Ding Huaiyuan bypassed the screen, and when they saw the fat man, their faces were a little unsightly. And the fat man obviously knew them too, and did not speak, but looked with an inquiring gaze.

"Xiao Chen, forget it." Wu Lao Liu waved his hand, his attitude was a little strange, "After work, why bother to find yourself tired?" ”

Ding Huaiyuan shook his head vigorously, the wine was a bit much, but he hadn't drunk enough to lose his normal thinking. He walked up to the old man and the little girl and asked a few perfunctory questions.

The old man said that it was okay, it was his fault, and he didn't dare to trouble Mr. Patrol. As he spoke, he stood up strongly, led the little girl, and staggered out.

Kicking and kicking, the blind girl touched the ground with a horse pole, and it seemed to knock on Shen Chen's heart. He walked a few quick steps, chased him out of the tavern, stuffed two dollars into the old man's hand, and walked in without looking back under the old man's stunned gaze.

After this change, Shen Chen and the three of them quickly ended eating and drinking and left the tavern. Shen Chen knew that Wu Laoliu and Ding Huaiyuan had something to say, talking about the origin of the fat man and the others, and the reason for letting these hooligans go.

Sure enough, not far from the tavern, Wu Lao Liu opened his mouth first.

"Only hooligans are afraid of patrolling, and there are no hooligans who are afraid of hooligans. But let's talk about it again, there are some things that you better keep your eyes open and closed, so as not to ask for trouble. Wu Lao Liu patted Shen Chen's shoulder, and his cautious and dull steps indicated that he had already shown signs of drunkenness, but his words were still relatively clear, "You don't know who that fat man is, this time the matter is estimated to have passed." ”

"The fat man's surname is Jin, and he is the brother of Inspector Wang." Ding Huaiyuan yawned and interjected: "They are all from the Green Gang." You know, in Shanghai, gang figures can't be provoked. Brother, don't be frizzy and impulsive in the future. ”

Shen Chen listened and was silent.

As he walked through a dark alley, he saw two ghostly figures. By the dim street lights, he could see that it was two "pheasants" doing business, and cheap lipstick was applied to his lips that were purple from the cold, and his thin and thin body was shivering because he was cold or afraid.

Not far away, a little light flickered on and off, and it was a man smoking a cigarette watching in a doorway, and it must be a gang member again.