After that, Su Qing never went to the Golden Tower again.

Life seems to have returned to peace.

Until the beginning of winter.

Unlike the north, this year's weather is a little cooler, sometimes windy and rainy, as for the frost and snow or something, I don't even see a shadow, but it's finally not as hot as before, cooler.

On the side of the street outside Peidri's house, I don't know when a noodle shop opened, the shop is not big or small, but it is better to be clean, like mushrooms after a rain, I didn't see much movement, but the next day someone found that a noodle shop had popped up.

"Tian's Pavilion!"

Selling pasta from the north, southerners are not used to eating it, they sweat and blush when they dip it into spicy food, and most of the people who can eat it are northerners, and the business slowly becomes lively from cold, not to mention making a lot of money, but the livelihood is gradually stable.

Three clumsy men, who have been singing for so many years, except for the suffering when they were learning opera, how could they have done these things of serving people, if Master Guan was in front of him, he would definitely not say anything, and he would come up and beat him up, ruining what he taught.

But you can't let women show up and feed them, so the three corners are led by Su Qing and greet outside the noodle shop, especially Cheng Dieyi, who has to grind his singing temperament, and there were a few quarrels at first, Su Qing brought a lot of money, but he didn't let him move at all, what is the matter with squeezing this noodle restaurant to suffer, shouting that he wants to sing, saying that it is a bad thing to violate what he has learned.

Then let Su Qing clean up.

What he is afraid of is that someone will stick to the rules and hang himself on a tree, and when the troubled times come, he will starve to death if he can't sing, and people have to learn to be flexible, and when they are polished, they can be relieved.

On the stage and off the stage, there are two different things, Su Qing had to clean up all the things they brought off the stage, and even changed their clothes into cloth shirts and short coats, which are no different from the men who beg for a life on the street, in fact, except for the play, they are not as good as the men who pull the cart.

In the past ten years, I have studied drama, and now, I am learning how to survive in this world.

Otherwise, no matter how much money he left, it would be in vain, so why did he bother to bring them out.

At the beginning, there were many jokes, but everything has to have a process, the days are long, and I will slowly get used to it, what is the price of firewood, rice, oil and salt, what is the price of fruits, vegetables, fish and meat, this is cheap, that is expensive, and I have to learn the skills of life little by little.

After the winter, it was 1935, and if you remember correctly, it won't take another two or three years for Guangzhou to be gone, and he has to arrange everything before leaving.

But on this day, a person came to the noodle shop in a hurry, a woman.

"Mr. Sue!"

The woman in the Golden Building.

Su Qing was busy greeting her, and when she saw her coming, she wiped her sweat and said with a smile: "Do you want to eat noodles?" ”

I don't even know people's names, but Su Qing remembers them clearly.

The woman is slim, wearing a black and red brocade cheongsam, holding a bun, and the black hair on her forehead is like a wave, full of charm, charming and moving, and light makeup is elegant.

She seemed to be trotting, and the tip of her nose was still sweating.

"What's wrong with you?"

Su Qing was a little surprised.

The woman lowered her voice. "I heard Uncle Deng yesterday that there were a lot of masters of Xingyimen from the north, saying that they came to you, to get back the face of Xingyimen, Ma San collected the body for Wang Wu back then, and went to the burial, and got some affection!"

Su Qing shook the rag in his hand disapprovingly, and he smiled: "Master? How tall is that? ”

Seeing his hippie smiling face, he stomped his feet angrily, and said angrily: "I'll tell you about business, I remember Uncle Deng, what they said the most, it seems that there is a man named Iron Foot Buddha and Fu Jianqiu, and a few others who went out of Beijing before, what Huaquanmen, and the Li family of Yanzimen!" ”

"What's your name?"

Su Qing wiped the table and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Why aren't you in a hurry? I...... My name is Xiaoqing! ”

Seeing that he was still unhurried and gentle, the woman spoke in a hurry, but halfway through the words, she seemed to react to Su Qing's words, so she blushed and confided her real name.

Su Qing was stunned when he heard this.

"It's a coincidence, my name is Xiaoqing!"

The woman was also stunned, facing Su Qing's eyes, and the words in her mouth were always stammering. "Huh? You, your name is Xiaoqing too? Then we can, it's really fate! ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she realized what she had said.

"You have to be careful, I'll go back first!"

Hurriedly avoided Su Qing's sight, turned around and left, coming in a hurry, leaving in a hurry.

The smile on Su Qing's face gradually disappeared.

I was stunned, and there were two more heads on my shoulders, one on the left and one on the right.

"Tut-tut, this girl's ass is really big, she must be able to give birth, I can't imagine that you look honest on weekdays, senior brother, but you hooked up with someone else quietly, what did you say secretly just now? Say it and let us hear it! ”

The other accosted.

"The girl in the south is handsome, fair-skinned and beautiful, with a good key figure, a bee waist and fat buttocks, and she will definitely be able to run a family!"

The former is Cheng Dieyi, and the latter is Duan Xiaolou.

The two of them were amazed, one left and one right squeezed Su Qing, their words were yin and yang, how to listen to what they said, and they squeezed their eyebrows and smiled strangely while talking.

As soon as Duan Xiaolou finished speaking, suddenly a spirit stirred up, and he caught a glimpse of Ju Xian leaning against the door frame and sneering at him, and he heard his words.

"The three of you have made me more knowledgeable, heh, what's going on staring at someone's big girl's ass in broad daylight?"

There was a burst of laughter in the noodle shop.

"End noodles, two bowls of oily noodles!"

Duan Xiaolou shrank his neck, shouted neatly, and went back to work as soon as he untied the rag on his shoulder.

Cheng Dieyi leaned back and leaned back, and he turned his head to look at Juxian. "Juxian, shouldn't you and Senior Brother set the date!"

Su Qing suppressed the thoughts in his heart, diverted the topic, nodded, and said, "Yes, it's time to decide, people follow you, you have to give a name!" ”

Rao is Juxian has a pungent temper and a fierce temperament, and when he heard this, he only smiled and took a sip, turned around and flicked the curtain and went in again.

When everyone dispersed, a faint glimmer of light flashed in Su Qing's hanging eyes.

"Iron-footed Buddha?"

Good guy, this master's name is heavenly, Shang Yunxiang, that is Li Cunyi's closed disciple, and there is a Fu Jianqiu, as for what kind of flower fist gate and swallow door he didn't feel at ease at all.

Although he had been prepared for a long time, he only thought that it would be Miss Gong Jia, but he still didn't expect that these people from Xingyimen would come to Xingyimen, and they may not be as good as Gong Baosen in terms of seniority, but martial arts are famous in the north and south, when they were young, they were all invincible for a while, and they were domineering goods who did not meet defeats, and their status in the rivers and lakes was not trivial.

Half-step collapse fist, like thunder.

Now is this to be the main thing or to find something?

Su Qing is also a little uncertain, the older generation is stubbornly abiding by the rules, he is not worried that these people will provoke and retaliate, after all, the "life and death" is standing there, and after fighting for a lifetime, he doesn't want to lose his temper, besides, no matter how invincible he is, it is also a matter of youth, and he is afraid of being less strong, so how can he talk about it.

It is estimated that this is to find the "swallow gate" to come out and talk to him.

Thinking about things, it was getting late.

Diners come and go, changing and changing.

It's getting dark.

Suddenly, a shadow outside the door was stretched by the street lamp and fell in.

Out of the vigilance of the martial artist, Su Qing only heard a vague aura outside the door, and he kept his body squinting away.

As far as the eye could see, it was a short old man in a gray robe and horse coat.

The old man's body was indeed too short, so he went to Su Qing's chest, with his hands behind his back, bent over, drooping from his old age, most of the beard on his cheeks were white, his face seemed to be tense, and he didn't smile, so he looked for the taste and looked at the leftover noodle soup from the guests on the table, and his throat moved, as if he was interested.

"Let's have a bowl of noodles!"

The words are concise and to the point, and the voice is calm and full of energy.

But Su Qing's Danfeng eyes suddenly narrowed, and he looked at the old man's feet. The robe was very long, almost reaching the ground, covering his feet, but when the old man sat down, his body collapsed, and the hem of his clothes was parted, revealing a pair of bare feet without shoes and socks, with thick joints and thick calluses, and I don't know how many miles I walked to grind out such a pair of feet.

Shang Yunxiang?