"What about selling newspapers。。。。。。

"Cigarettes, cigarettes, sir, will you pack cigarettes?"

A vendor with an old-fashioned wooden cigarette case around his neck, with a flattering smile on his face, walked up to Du Sheng and asked.

Du Sheng heard someone talking to him, so he barely came back to his senses, forced himself to suppress the doubts, confusion and panic in his heart, swallowed his saliva and asked tentatively: "What kind of cigarette is good to smoke?" ”

There were all kinds of soft-pack cigarettes in the cigarette box, and he didn't know any of the cigarette brands.

"Yutangchun, the three cats and the old knife are easy to smoke, Yutangchun is softer, do you want to try the old knife?" Now the most popular thing in Shanghai is Laodao brand cigarettes. The cigarette vendor was a man in his thirties, and when he smiled, he showed a mouthful of yellowed teeth, giving him a sense of loyalty and honesty.

"How do you sell old knife brand cigarettes?" Du Sheng took the cigarette handed by the vendor, looked at it in his hand, touched his wallet, and suddenly found that this was no longer the world he was familiar with, but Shanghai Tang that looked like it was during the Republic of China.

"A pack of two dimes." The peddler was overjoyed and quickly replied.

In Shanghai in the thirties, Laodao brand cigarettes belonged to relatively high-grade cigarettes, and ordinary people were reluctant to buy and smoke. In normal times, hawkers can't sell a few packs a day, and most of the average working class are only willing to smoke a few cents a pack of cheap cigarettes.

"Okay, bring me a pack." Du Sheng's mind turned, pretending to be calm, he took out a hundred-yuan bill from his wallet and handed it over and said.

The peddler was dumbfounded when he saw him digging out his wallet and was about to pick up the money with joy in his heart, when he saw the red bill with the old man's head printed on it.

"Sir, please give me change, I can't find your money." The peddler looked at Du Sheng embarrassedly, and his face turned red.

In the thirties, there were many concessions in Shanghai, and the French Concession and the British Concession almost occupied the best area in Shanghai. At that time, Shanghai Tang was also the largest metropolis in the Far East, and foreigners could be found everywhere.

Since there are so many foreigners, it is natural that they will bring all kinds of foreign currencies with them. Some large trading houses also accept foreign currency. However, people at the bottom of society, such as cigarette vendors, have no qualifications at all, and they do not dare to accept foreign currency.

"Forget it, it's already domestic. I had just returned from a foreign country and I only had foreign currency on me. Bother to point out the way, where is there a bank or pawnshop nearby. Du Sheng smiled embarrassedly and asked calmly.

"It turned out to be a gentleman who returned from abroad, no wonder I think your dress and temperament are not comparable to ordinary people. You go straight ahead until you reach the bottom and turn left, and you will turn into Huangputan Road, and the intersection is HSBC. There are also comptoirs and pawnshops next to HSBC. ”

It seems that the cigarettes can't be sold, but the hawker's attitude is still very good, and after learning the identity of Du Sheng's return from abroad, his words became more and more humble and flattering.

"Okay, thanks. Buy your cigarettes next time. Du Sheng smiled at the peddler, and turned around and left in the direction he pointed.

The peddler stared at Du Sheng's back enviously, then continued to put on the humble smile he had at the beginning and shouted at the top of his voice: "Cigarettes, cigarettes." ”

"Whew~!"

Du Sheng exhaled a heavy breath, trying his best to hide the panic in his heart, trying to pretend to be like a pedestrian on the street. The street where he is now is just a small street, and most of the pedestrians who pass by him are dressed in coarse cloth shorts, and occasionally one or two people in suits and long shirts sit in a rickshaw and pass quickly.

Old buildings, rickshaw drivers, roadside hawkers, blue sky and white clouds......

Everything tells him that this is Shanghai Tang during the Republic of China.

"Chasing dramas all night kills people, I originally wanted to find a TV series on the weekend to watch and pass the lonely night, but I didn't know that I would travel to sixty or seventy years ago by watching it."

Du Sheng, 23 years old, grew up in an orphanage, and was admitted to a foreign Chinese university through his own efforts, majoring in English and French, and also dabbling in Japanese. Although you can't write official documents in Japanese like you can in English, you still have no problem communicating in daily life.

After graduating from university, he found a job in a training institution with his major, and his income was barely enough, at least to survive in the city of Shanghai.

Du Sheng, who was in school, was talented, coupled with his height of 1.8 meters and a delicate face, he also talked about a local girl in Shanghai who had good conditions in college, and successfully took off his virgin hat.

But the good times didn't last long, just over a month ago, her girlfriend suddenly sent him a wedding invitation. The bride is the name of Du Sheng's girlfriend, but unfortunately the groom's name is not his.

Because of family background and other reasons, Du Sheng's girlfriend switched to someone else's arms. In fact, before this, he had sensed that something was wrong. Even after graduation, he usually sees each other once or twice a week, but recently, his girlfriend always shirks for various reasons, and many times he doesn't even answer the phone.

In addition to officially breaking up with him and sending invitations more than a month ago, the last time we met again was more than two months ago.

Although Du Sheng has been telling himself in his heart that the old does not go and the new does not come, this kind of woman is not worthy of his heartache and regret. But in fact, for more than a month, he has been a lot haggard, and he will not go to bed until at least two o'clock in the morning when he watches TV series every night. For more than a month, he has watched almost all the movies and TV series he likes about the Anti-Japanese War, the military command, and the Republic of China.

didn't even let go of the deep love and rain, until last night he stayed up all night watching Huang Xiaoming's version of "New Shanghai Beach", and fell asleep after watching it, and when he woke up again, he had already traveled to the ten-mile ocean field during the Republic of China.

"It's bad, it just got me to the Ming period, I don't have a single word on me, how can I survive in this troubled world?" Du Sheng touched the tip of his nose bitterly and whispered to himself.

When he crossed, it was at least five or six o'clock in the morning, and he was watching a TV series at home in a computer chair. Fortunately, at about three o'clock in the middle of the night, he was really hungry, and he had finished smoking, so he had to put on his clothes again and go to the nearby night market street to buy a pack of cigarettes and a bowl of fried noodles, and grill a few more skewers.

At the end of September, it was still a little cold in the middle of the night in Shanghai, and he didn't bother to take off his clothes and change his shoes when he came back from shopping.

If it was summer, maybe he would suddenly appear on the streets of Shanghai in big pants, if that's the case, it would be really hard.