"I'm just wondering," Xiang Xiaoqiang sat on the bench at the door of the corridor, swallowed the last soup packet, and wiped his mouth with the paper bag, "On the plane, I finally laughed a few times 'wahaha', how did you decide on the spot that I was the person on the periscope?" …… Well, decades have passed, and Nanjing soup dumplings are still so fragrant. ”

Qiu Yu hung his head guiltily, twisted his hands, secretly glanced up at him, and muttered in a low voice:

"Mainly...... When you greeted the destroyer from the periscope, you smiled so proudly that you impressed me too much...... So, when you laughed like that on the plane again, I remembered it all at once......"

Xiang Xiaoqiang shook his head, crumpled the paper bag, and threw it into the paper basket in the corner. I didn't throw it right and jumped out. Qiu Yu glanced at the guards standing guard at the door, silently bent down to pick it up, and threw it into the bamboo basket next to him.

"Okay, just think about it, why did you get off the plane and report me to Jinyiwei without saying a word?" Xiang Xiaoqiang glanced at the guards at the door, and said in a low voice, "The more you talk, the more angry you become, you said that this is all 1930 years, you Ming Dynasty still fucking Jinyi guard, who will believe this thing in the future!" ”

"Be quiet, be quiet," Qiu Yu hurriedly said, "It's not called 'Jinyiwei' now, it's now called 'Military Intelligence Bureau', or 'Military Intelligence Bureau' for short." ”

"Stinky problem, like the Qing Dynasty, the sticky rod is not called the sticky rod, what is it called'Royal Family Concert......" Xiang Xiaoqiang stared at Qiu Yu and said, "Then you won't report me?" ”

Qiu Yu lowered his head sadly, and said for a long time:

"This thing...... I have to tell the intelligence services the truth, it's my job...... Besides, this incident was caused by you, although it ...... You saved a few of us, but ...... But if it weren't for you, it wouldn't have happened! Well, you see, we also lost a submarine. ”

"Yes," Xiang Xiaoqiang had nothing to say, sighed desolately, and leaned back on the backrest, "Kill the villain...... No, it's a woman! ”

But think about it, a gentle and kind girl like Qiu Qiu, although she is a little tendoned, is still rare.

He turned his head and looked at Qiu Yu. In the morning, the red sunlight spilled in obliquely from the door, sprinkling on the cheeks of Qiuyu, like a crimson peach blossom.

"Hmm...... What are you looking at? ”

Qiu Yun suddenly turned his face and asked.

Xiang Xiaoqiang laughed:

"It's nothing, look at how good you look."

Qiu Yu's little face turned red again, and he lowered his head, but the corners of his eyes emitted a joyful brilliance, which did not escape Xiang Xiaoqiang's eyes.

The two guards at the door were still standing straight, one of them coughing, the corners of the other's mouth moving, and his throat rolling.

……

Today the weather is sunny and quite good. The winter sun is slanting and piercing the eyes.

Xiang Xiaoqiang was "led" out of the gloomy Jinyiwei building by Qiu Yun, and this bright world made him unable to adapt to it.

He admired the autumn water again in the sun and in broad daylight, only to find that this girl was more beautiful than the night and the Qing Dynasty.

One of the basic essentials of pickling girls - girls wear new clothes, and boys must be complimented.

"Tsk," Xiang Xiaoqiang took a step back and looked at her little dress, "Don't say it, you really look good when you dress like this, you really look like those ladies in foreign movies." ”

Qiu Yu suddenly turned red at the root of his ears, but the smile immediately crept up his cheeks. Although Xiao Nizi was shy, she couldn't help but turn around in place and asked:

"Hehe, it's pretty...... It's nearly thirty pieces. ”

"Not bad...... What is almost thirty pieces, hats? ”

"Of course it's this one! Well, that's not counting this bag......"

"Ah...... Ah, I see," Xiang Xiaoqiang nodded, trying not to look too sparkly, "You're talking about thirty dollars." ”

Thirty dollars is not bad, but more than two hundred yuan.

"How can it," Qiu Yu said with wide eyes, "Thirty dollars is expensive, of course thirty Mingyang." It cost me half a month's salary. Fortunately, the economy is in recession now, and everything is cheap, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to afford it. ”

Mingyang? Oh, it's probably the current currency of the Ming Dynasty. Since it is far less valuable than the dollar, then thirty dollars is still thirty dollars.

Alas, Xiao Nizi is a soldier, she doesn't have much money, and besides, this is the thirties, people's income is low, and it is the Great Depression period, more than 30 yuan and a dress are good, so don't stab people.

"Thirty yuan is a lot, really," Xiang Xiaoqiang comforted her, "When my mother was your age, she only earned twenty yuan a month." ”

"Oh? On your side of the Qing Dynasty, can women also come out and do things? Qiu Yu's eyes rolled, and suddenly a blush crept up his cheeks, lowered his eyes, his heels turned on the ground, and muttered, "I don't know Lingtang...... Well...... Where is my aunt raised? ”

Xiang Xiaoqiang's heart is happy: so active? Inquire about the situation of the elders, isn't it clear what is in your heart? Hehe, such a likable girl, even in the next life, she will envy the dead when she marries one.

Qiu Yu was stunned for a moment, looking at Xiang Xiaoqiang's ambiguous eyes, and immediately understood what he said. Although her face was as ashamed as a big red cloth, she was a little proud, lowered her head, and said with a snort:

"Well, you...... You don't have clothes yet, do you...... You're not familiar with Nanjing, are you...... Then, I'll take you to buy a few ......."

She thumped in her chest, and said to herself:

"After all, he is our savior. …… I'm just doing this to repay ...... Yes, just to repay. ”

Qiu Yu thought like this, and the flush on his cheeks turned even redder.

……

As soon as Xiang Xiaoqiang came out of the gate of the compound, he found that the two of them had been surrounded by a large group of angry migrant workers begging for wages.

He let out an "ah", hurriedly protected Qiu Yun, and took a few steps back.

Looking at these "migrant workers" again, I don't mean to hurt them. The men were all dressed in old jackets, some with wide-brimmed hats and some with peaked caps, and each towed a rickshaw behind him.

Their fierce faces showed excitement, as if a large group of carnivores had seen something delicious, their eyes were shining, and each of them tore open his throat and shouted:

"Miss, do you want a car?"

"Sir, where are you going, I'll take you there?"

"Take the car, miss?"

"Let's take a car, ah, I want to take a car?"

"Mr. ......"

"Miss......"

……

Call! It's the rickshaw that's doing business.

It turned out that the Ming Dynasty also had rickshaws at this time.

Xiang Xiaoqiang let go of Qiu Yu in a sneering manner, and asked with palpitations:

"Why do you do business here like fresh seafood?"

Qiu Yun came out from behind him, glared at him and said:

"What else would I do? …… In the past few years, the economy has been sluggish, and most of them are workers who have lost their jobs, otherwise how can there be so many rickshaws in normal times...... Hey, how much does it cost to go to Liangyou Department Store on Hanzhong Road? ”

Probably due to the rules of the industry, seeing Qiu Yu asking two of them for a price, the other rickshaws scattered.

The two men in question seemed very excited, and one of them smiled from ear to ear:

"It's easy to say, let's sit down first! Liangyou Department Store? You have to run to Xinjiekou! One person gives a dime! ”

This dime is too important to them, and today the day of life is settled.

Qiu Yu didn't bargain, and sat down directly. Xiang Xiaoqiang learned from her and got into another car.

……

"Sit down!"

The man pulling the car shouted, Xiang Xiaoqiang only felt that his body was leaning back, as if he was about to fall, and as soon as he subconsciously reached out to help, he saw that the car had run very smoothly.

Hey? It feels good!

There are soft leather cushions underneath and around the buttocks, the armrests are hardwood, and the backrest is both body and elastic, so that even the head can rest on it, like sitting in a boss chair.

Xiang Xiaoqiang moved left and right, his heart was happy, and he suddenly understood why rickshaws were popular. Riding a rickshaw is as comfortable as riding a car, although the speed is slower, but it is much more stable, and it is not like a car with motion sickness.

The cart puller in front of him wore an old wide-brimmed hat and a vest printed with the words "Hutchison Transportation Company", and ran and rushed, but Xiang Xiaoqiang sat on it quite steadily.

Xiang Xiaoqiang leaned back comfortably, let the breeze blow his cheeks, set up Erlang's legs, and enjoyed this "old society's transportation" very corruptly.

……

Xiang Xiaoqiang looked around, the first time under the big sky and white sun, he watched the capital of the Ming Dynasty so closely.

He slowly felt that everything in front of him seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. But certainly not because of recognising the streets. Although he went to university in Nanjing, he never came to the Suijiacang area.

Ah, remembered! Everything in front of me is similar to the city scene of the Republic of China period that I saw from TV and old photos before!

In the past, the old Shanghai, the old Nanjing, and the old Chongqing in the thirties and forties were not like this?

……

Xiang Xiaoqiang squinted his eyes, and the scene in front of him seemed to turn into a yellowed black and white film, with black raindrops flashing on the screen, and pedestrians on the street walking at an abnormal speed......

…… The tram passes through the bustling pedestrians, with advertisements for Hardgate cigarettes painted on its body, and a lady with curly hair, a cigarette in her slender fingers, smiling coquettishly at passers-by......

…… From time to time, a newsboy waving a newspaper ran by. Above the narrow streets, there are vertical billboards in various traditional characters. The windows of old European-style buildings have long bamboo poles sticking out of them, and various colors of clothes and bedding are hung. The gramophone on the side of the street was full of beautiful sounds......

Xiang Xiaoqiang rubbed his eyes, and everything turned back to color.

The scene in front of me, although a little different from what I imagined, is not much different, and it is basically the same. The only obvious difference is that the cityscape of the Ming Dynasty was relatively clean at this time, and it was not as cluttered as the streets of the Republic of China in the thirties.

Thinking about Xiang Xiaoqiang, it should indeed be so. After all, in this period, no matter whether it is called the Republic of China or the Ming Dynasty, a city will always be like this.

……

The rickshaw turned a few streets and drove into Hanzhong Road.

As soon as he got on this big road, Xiang Xiaoqiang immediately discovered the greater difference between the cities of the Ming Dynasty and the cities of the Republic of China. That is, there are more ancient buildings on the street.

The wide road is asphalted, and there are bluestone pavements on both sides. In the middle of the prosperous buildings on both sides, you can often see the pink wall and blue tiles, the carved railings and hooked eaves, and occasionally you can see the archway, the stone turtle camel stele, the horse stone or something. Weeping willows are planted on both sides of the road, cars drive by, and the wind poplars and willow branches are very tasteful.

The closer to Xinjiekou, there are more foreign shops and department stores on both sides. Huge advertisements are often seen:

……

Yongtai Department Store, endure the pain and sell!

……

Lima has to go to foreign countries, and tears are sacrificed!

……

Danslin colored cloth, an old trademark, produced by Wanchang Dyeing Factory.

……

Potpourri soap, exquisite quality, fragrant,

Ladies from all walks of life, please try to use it, and you know that you are not being hypocritical.

……

Songhu brand liquor is the overlord of liquor.

……

Please inhale the Erhexian brand incense.

……

Looking at this original old advertisement, Xiang Xiaoqiang wanted to laugh.

He works as a copywriter in an advertising company, and he is engaged in advertising creativity and marketing planning every day. He couldn't help but suspect that these advertising people had not moved even a little brain. Compared with those advertisements in later generations, the current advertisements are all straightforward, not to mention creative, and there is no crutch at all. Really, even if you can't get along anymore, you can make a lot of money by helping people write advertisements.

……

Well, it seems that something is missing from the streets. What's missing?

Xiang Xiaoqiang thought about it for a long time, and slapped his head: There is no cheongsam and horse coat on the street!

Really, I haven't seen it once since I came out of the hospital.

Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled with relief: This is nature, cheongsam and horse coat are the traditional costumes of the Qing Dynasty. This is the Ming Dynasty, and of course no one will wear Qing Dynasty clothing.

Not to mention, it's much more pleasing to the eye.

There are obviously many more women on the street than men, which should be in response to the sentence "Seven or eighty percent of Nanming are women". Although Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't know what the reason was, the more he looked at it, the more beautiful he became, and the more he felt that he had come to the Ming Dynasty.

The men on the road were dressed in all kinds of dresses, wearing tweed hats or peaked caps. Most of the women also wore Western costumes of the same period.

Some wealthy ladies led their puppies, wrapped in cashmere shawls, or wrapped in luxurious furs, or even more exaggeratedly, wore huge hats with ostrich feathers on them, like nineteenth-century European noblewomen.

In the bleak and cold wind, there are often shivering beggars squatting. There were not only male beggars, but also female beggars. The well-dressed ladies and ladies walked by proudly, with the occasional "clank" and the throwing of a coin into the beggar's basin.

Xiang Xiaoqiang shook his head: Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road. It's going to happen all the time.

……

Xiang Xiaoqiang gradually saw that the buildings on both sides were getting more and more atmospheric, and there were more and more cars, and suddenly saw a large square in front of him.

"Master," he asked subconsciously, "that's Xinjiekou, right?" ”

The person pulling the cart heard that he didn't have a Nanjing accent, and replied as he ran:

"Yes, Xinjiekou Square!"