"Shanghai?"

It seems that the name is only mentioned once or twice in history textbooks, and it is not mentioned again.

More often than not, it seems to be called the magic capital.

Not only Shanghai, but before the great earthquake of the earth, in the history of the Xia people, the place names of many cities were not recorded.

I once asked some students with historical expertise.

Their reply seems to be due to the fact that in many books before the Great Earthquake, it was not allowed to write the name of the place directly.

There are often some pinyin first letters to replace.

As a result, it leads to the problem that after the chaotic and dark age after the great earthquake has passed, many people want to find historical materials, and as a result, most of the books do not have this name, except for a few books.

Simple pinyin first written, I don't know what it is.

Relatively speaking, such problems did not arise in the history of Western Europe, Northern Europe, and even Yamato and other peoples.

It's just that the geological shifts, and most of the names of the cities in the past have been replaced by protected areas.

The history of those things that used to be recorded.

It has long been a page in a textbook.

Or even just a word.

So looking at the three words of big Shanghai flashing with neon lights in front of him, Ding Xiaoyi was a little excited for a while.

Step on and keep going.

The sound of traffic began to be heard all around.

The world in front of me gradually became vivid, and some figures were only vague at first, but gradually became clear, until they were indistinguishable from living people.

Pedestrians on the street shuttle, standing in the middle of it, more like a spectator.

When I saw the coachman wearing short sleeves sewn from coarse cloth, a small felt hat on his head, and a sweat towel around his neck.

When pulling a two-wheeled vehicle and running in front of him.

There was only wonder and freshness in his eyes.

"Buzz...... Honk! Honk! Honk! ”

At this time, what excited Ding Xiaoyi the most was that a black four-wheeled bicycle appeared in his sight.

But after a closer look.

It's just a black four-wheeled vehicle, not the last time I saw Wuling Hongguang.

Although the new paint is spotless, it still can't hide the harsh hum of the engine.

However, all this Ding Xiaoyi's eyes are not only full of novelty, but also make him feel the unique charm of this era.

Not to mention the sound of the engine, even the sound of the horn of this four-wheeled vehicle is so pleasing to the eye.

"Sir, do you need cigarettes?"

At this moment, a little girl stood beside her, no more than seven or eight years old, with long shiny hair and two braids.

Ding Xiaoyi was stunned and looked at the little girl's dress.

Simple clothes with a few patches on them.

In both hands he held a boxy box, large with a rope strap that hung from the girl's slender neck.

It was filled with all kinds of cigarettes, brands that had never been seen before.

Fairy card, Hardgate, Daqianmen, three-fort ......

There are all kinds of cigarettes, bright colors, and on the packaging of the cigarettes, there are pictures of women, soldiers on horseback, and so on, which makes people feel novel.

In addition to this, there are also large bags of paper with loose tobacco.

These things are simply unimaginable in reality.

Because of the Union Decree, cigarettes in reality, the outer packaging, are never allowed to be beautified.

Even to paste real pictures of decaying lungs such as aborted babies.

In order to achieve the purpose of getting people to quit smoking.

Although it does not work well for the older generation of smokers.

These old smokers often buy a delicate silver box for cigarettes.

But for those students and young people, many people are afraid and disgusted when they see the picture on the cigarette box, so they instinctively reject cigarettes.

That includes yourself.

He thought that if there was no decree of the alliance, perhaps the real cigarettes would have been designed to be more fashionable and aesthetically pleasing.

However, when Ding Xiaoyi suddenly noticed that the girl's little feet were stepping on the cold ground.

His heart thumped violently, as if he had been pricked.

It was a pair of cute little feet, but they were covered in mud.

Even the skin on the toes has been frayed.

It makes people feel heart-wrenching and unbearable.

Ding Xiaoyi opened his mouth, not even knowing what to say.

"Sir, do you buy cigarettes, I can give you a box of matches!"

There was a maturity in her immature voice that shouldn't belong to her age.

It was as if a stone had weighed heavily on his heart.

A nine-year-old girl sells cigarettes barefoot on a cold night.

Such a sense of impact instantly pierced his heart like a sharp blade.

At his age, he was enjoying the sun on the beach, playing carefree with a water gun.

He never bothered about what he was eating, drinking, and wearing.

Don't talk about yourself, even if it is Wang Jialiang's cousin, at the same age, he eats round like a little pig.

A strong sense of contrast.

It undoubtedly makes my heart even more tormented.

This torment made him suddenly full of boredom with the world.

And this boredom grew stronger and stronger, making him want to run away and get out of here.

I saw Ding Xiaoyi involuntarily take a step back, and was even a little afraid to look at the little girl's expectant eyes.

He knew he couldn't help anything.

He turned around abruptly and walked forward at a faster pace, hoping to throw the little girl away from behind.

"Sir!"

The girl's cry pierced his heart like a needle.

Dante Xiaoyi still lowered his head and walked forward regardless of it.

It wasn't until he couldn't hear the little girl's shouts that he gradually slowed down.

Put your hands in your pockets, and they are empty.

On the emaciated cheeks, a little bitterness suddenly appeared.

This made him feel for the first time that being poor could be so sad.

"It's all fake, you don't have to take it seriously."

Ding Xiaoyi took a deep breath and told himself repeatedly in his heart that everything he saw here, was just something created by psionic creatures, and it was not real at all.

Even as long as she leaves with the little girl, she will be like a bubble, blowing and dissolving.

At this time, the singing in his ears gradually diverted his attention.

"The south wind blows coolly, and the nightingale sings in unison,

The flowers under the moon are all dreaming,

Only that night incense.

Fragrant ......"

The singing came from the cabaret behind him, even though the loudspeakers hanging outside carried poor sound quality and harsh noise.

But this does not affect the soft and charming voice of the willows in the woman's singing.

Even the coachman pulling on the side of the road would squat on the rocks, listen to the singing, and seem to forget the difficulty of supporting his family for a while, and he was in a trance.

"This voice!"

Ding Xiaoyi raised his eyebrows, although the song has changed, the woman's voice still feels familiar to him.

It was this voice that drew me to this psionic space.

glanced at the golden gate of the dance hall, although he had no money, he still strode inside.

The attendant at the door glanced at Ding Xiaoyi, but after seeing Ding Xiaoyi's neat and brand-new robe and the jazz hat on his head, he did not hinder Ding Xiaoyi from entering.

Even smiling to open the door for himself.

Judge a book by its cover.

That's not a very good word.

Even in reality, there are very few such people, even high-ranking officials and dignitaries, or ordinary service industry personnel, will not make such low-level mistakes.

However, in this day and age, the word, albeit derogatory.

But it is popular, the most normal thing, and the most appropriate thing.

A black caftan has already opened a substantial distance between Ding Xiaoyi and those ordinary people who even have patches on their pants.

The spotless jazz hat seemed to have made the attendants feel that this person was not an ordinary person.

Most importantly, the calmness he showed.

It's not pretended.

In the face of such a splendid Shanghai song and dance hall, those bitter ha have not had the courage to come in.

To put it mildly, even if they let these people in, they are afraid of stepping on their own floor tiles, and they can't wait to walk on their toes.

Brilliant crystal lamps, exquisite decoration and furnishings.

It is decorated like a palace.

The world outside the door, where even the street lamps are dim, is completely divided.

Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but take a few more looks.

"Little brother, it's very raw, it's the first time you've come to Shanghai!"

At this time, a middle-aged man with a pocket watch on his chest greeted him, and when he saw Ding Xiaoyi scanning the hall in front of him intently.

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth couldn't help but hang a proud smile.

"Hehe, it's splendid, right, this is a big Shanghai song and dance hall!"

However, as soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, he saw Ding Xiaoyi's eyes scanning at him, pursed his lips, and said with a disdainful expression: "Turtle! ”