1924.

This winter, on the ninth day of December, there was heavy snowfall.

The flying flotsam in the sky is like goose feathers, covering the sky and the earth, like a canopy, the cold wind and cold snow are like a sword that scrapes meat, and the whirring only blows into the neck and collar of people, and everything is terrified, and every household closes its doors and windows.

It's just that in this weather, there are still shouting vendors on the streets, wearing tattered gray jackets, looking particularly clumsy and bloated. Even so, his nose was still cold, his head shrunk into the collar, his stomach pouted, and he leaned over like a quail.

It snowed heavily for a day and a night.

When the door was opened the next day, the snow outside had accumulated a foot or two high, and every house opened the door to clear the snow.

The days are difficult, such a thing has long been strange, if you are lucky, you can fall into a piece of grass and sweep away, if you are unlucky, you can dig a hole in the barren mountains and fields outside the city and fill it in, maybe one day it will be dug out by a wild dog with evil red eyes.

"Ladies and uncles, have mercy on me, do well, enjoy the food!"

On the street after clearing the snow, an unkempt young man, wearing a torn jacket that he didn't know where he came from, holding a clay bowl with a notch in his hand, trembling and begging for food on the street, hungry and without vegetables, on one side of his cheek, there was a red slap print, as if he had just been beaten.

"!"

The shopkeeper was impatient.

Seeing that the guy was going to get the broom, the boy hurriedly ran, and the sound of the guy scolding could be heard behind him.

"If you want to eat, you can run fast, run slower and see that I don't break your legs!"

Half a day.

Su Qing held the bowl and found a sun-basking place, squatted down with his hands on his sleeves, looked at the unfamiliar Beijing city in front of him, and muttered distractedly in front of the warm sun: "Is it possible, this is going to starve to death?" Isn't it just reading a book at a pirated bookstall? Take a nap, as for it? Can piracy be punished with such a big crime? ”

He was silent, when a young man in his twenties turned into a teenager, and then tortured in hunger and cold, then all his pride and long-term vision naturally became bullshit.

"Huh?"

A definite sight.

He saw a few lines of handwriting on the snow on the street in front of him, as if an invisible pen was writing on the ground, and the black-brown soil was exposed under the marks.

Name: Su Qing

World: Farewell My Concubine

Mission: Surprise the pear orchard

Process: None

Note: Complete the mission and you can leave.

Su Qing's face changed, and he got up tremblingly, not even paying attention to the broken bowl in his hand, but his eyes flickered and changed, staring closely at the empty snow in front of him.

can't wait, if he either starves to death or freezes to death, or he is caught by the dealers in those restaurants, maybe he will become the ** raised by those big families, then it is really better to live than to die.

"Drama?"

It doesn't matter, as long as you can live.

Su Qing gritted his teeth, tightened his broken jacket stuffed with straw, and walked towards the west of the city.

Guanjia class.

This can be regarded as the number one singing troupe in the capital.

From the far distance of the alley, you can hear the shouting inside.

But he said that it was evening.

Outside the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

A knock was heard at the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw an unkempt child on the snowy mud on this cold day, kneeling on the ground, kowtowing his head, and said loudly:

"Su Qing has given the master a salute!"

In the hall.

Over half a hundred years old, the gray-haired master sat on a wooden chair with a teacup and took a sip of tea.

He glanced at the kneeling young man in front of him, and said with a smile: "Speaking of which, who is your master?" ”

"Bang bang bang!"

Su Qing kowtowed without saying a word.

Seeing the young man's forehead knocked blue and swollen, the master on the seat was still unmoved, now the world is difficult, this frozen and starving to death is still less, if anyone comes to kowtow a few rings and accept it, then the starving death is him.

He said coldly: "Where did this mud monkey come from, dare to treat my troupe as a beggar's nest?" It's not easy in this world, don't leave me alone, it's better to go to other places to take a look, maybe someone will look at you! ”

I didn't want to be a teenager and didn't say much, so I just got up and rushed to the door, grabbed a handful of cold snow from the ground, smeared it on my dirty face for a while, and then wiped it with my jacket sleeve.

Master Guan was still a little surprised, but he felt that the kid in front of him was desperate and lost his mind, but when the young man turned his face, he was stunned.

But under this firelight, the unkempt beggar actually has a pretty face that is indistinguishable from male and female, and there is a tear mole in the corner of his eye.

After thinking about it, he put down the teacup in his hand and beckoned to Su Qing.

"Come here!"

The boy greeted him.

The old master was silent, his hands were already pinching Su Qing's body, touching his muscles and bones, from top to bottom, all to his waist, and then he exhaled.

"It's a master of singing!"

Only under the watchful eye of the old master, the young man knelt down again.

"Su Qing, it's time to give the master a salute!"

The words fell and there was another bang.

The old master was silent for a while, and finally relented.

"Okay, it's a good skin, and it can be regarded as a reward for you!"

"Master, go get him clean clothes and add him a blanket!"

The master outside immediately responded.

The old master stood up, turned around and took a razor from the wooden table on the side, put it on his hand and touched it, and said: "It's your fortune today, I personally cut the hair on this end for you, no matter what kind of person you were before, from now on, when you enter my door, you have to abide by my rules, do you understand?" Cutting your hair is to cut off your thoughts, maybe you will become a horn in the future, maybe you will not look down on me! ”

Su Qing's heart trembled.

"Got it!"

The old master nodded, and didn't say anything more, he walked behind Su Qing, and the razor fell on the top of the young man's head, just a scrape, a stabbing sound, and a piece of hair fell out.

While shaving his head, the master pointed to the apprentices of the opera troupe outside, and said in a deep voice: "Catch up with them, you have to practice with them, and if you don't practice well, you will be punished, that is to make you remember it for a long time!" ”

Su Qing saw the hair pieces on the top falling, for some reason, thinking about the hardships and sadness of these days and the past before, he only felt that there was an illusion that it was like a dream, and when his eyes closed, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The teacher walked in with cotton clothes and pants, and when he saw the young man closing his eyes and crying, he smiled and said, "Crying? Cry, there are still many days to cry in the future, you can't stand it, you have to boil it for me, this is your own choice, there is no place to regret it! ”

He looked at it a few times, and was amazed.

"Yes, like a little nun!"

The master waved his hand.

"Okay, hold these things, take him to the backyard, take a bath, clean up, and worship the ancestor again, and wait for the worship, you can be regarded as entering this pear orchard, since ancient times, opera has not been as popular as our Peking opera, you can be regarded as catching up!"

Su Qing nodded.

He hugged his clothes and walked down the corridor towards the backyard, and his ears were listening.

"Passed on to our generation, all living beings must listen respectfully, since ancient times born in the world, there must be a plan to be able, our generation is engaged in business, we should concentrate on hard work, and become famous all over the world in the future, according to the young ......"

The sound is far away, and the people are also far away.