I didn't finish writing it today, so I'm sorry for the replacement tomorrow morning.

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The twelfth year of the Republic of China.

The streets of the capital, in the middle, were for horse-drawn carts, mules, and rickshaws, and occasionally cars honked their horns to pass by, because the residents on both sides were dumping cinders upwards, and they were as much as two or three feet higher than the sidewalks on the left and right - the sunken sidewalks were for people to walk, and the potholes were full of dirt, but about an arm's width of the place, and dozens or hundreds of floating vendors had to move their places - every day people quarreled and fought with the vendors because they trampled on the goods, or scraped over the pots, tables and chairs, so the police came out to mediate.

Before he could tell the difference between right and wrong, the sky changed, and it was as red as a red pill.

The weather was originally extremely hot and dry, the old people saw this situation, they said that it was going to rain, sure enough, but after eating a tea, the wind was strong, and the water came, the original foggy, gray road surface, in an instant turned into a chaotic mud pond, a quarter of an hour, the turbid water just covered the upper, two quarters of an hour, it hit the knee, three quarter of an hour, the stone lion in front of the noble door also had no top, in the wild stage to shelter from the rain, someone asked: "Didn't you say that the public utility bureau has rebuilt the sewer?" Some of the others laughed, but no one answered him, and the person who had asked the question stopped talking.

They stared at fish bones, rotten cloths, dead cats and mice, and feces in the muddy water. At this time, there are not only health donations, but also housing donations, boat donations, travel donations, theater donations, medicine donations, exit donations, food donations, school donations, animal head donations, fire donations, public welfare donations, house number fees, poor people's education fees, garbage disposal fees, and civil training funds, national militia repair funds, security police force funds, recruit funds, labor and military vouchers, etc., all of which are the most important, not to donate is not to be patriotic, not to respect officials, not to sympathize with the people, to be beaten with sticks or to be imprisoned, but where it is used, no one dares to investigate.

At this time, two more shadows moved in the drowsy rainstorm step by step, and the first people looked at it, and it turned out to be a pair of scoundrels, known as big leprosy and small leprosy, and when they arrived here, they were unwilling to look for another place. But here was already a pile of quails crowded with people—the big leprosy only glanced at it, and brought a half-sized child out of the crowd, and he clung to the coat tightly, and in his arms showed a piece of soft white paper, and then saw that it was a newsboy, his shoulders and backs were soaked, and only the newspapers were kept—if the rain had passed and the weather was clear, and he had dried it well, and perhaps he could replace it with three or five copper plates. It's just that the big leprosy and dysentery will expose him, and when he is thrown down the steps, not to mention the newspaper, even the whole person is salted in the water, and there is no top in the end.

People only watched, looking numb, alas, it's not that they don't want to save, it's just that there is no old mother and children, the victim is a newsboy, if he is cold, beaten, he is doomed to not get a return, how can he expect his family to survive when the time comes, so many donations, rice and noodles are constantly rising, and the landlord is becoming more and more harsh...... But when one of them jumped down and pulled the newsboy out of the water, their eyes also glowed with relief and guilt, and then the light became relieved to see the other man in a black tweed dress. Although the big leprosy and the small leprosy were not happy to see someone do well, when they saw the clothes, they stopped talking, but just stood a little tighter in the place left by the person and stopped talking.

As soon as the newsboy was pulled up, he turned his head sideways, vomited water, and looked at his own bag, the newspaper naturally could not be saved, not only soaked, but also covered with ink, and attached to it was the feces of a man or a dog—if he had not seen it with his own eyes, I am afraid that few people would have believed that such a young child would have such a desperate and sad look. The man who had saved him only paused, and lifted the poor boy to the stage, where the people were in a commotion for a while, because of the dampness and stench of the newsboy, but they endured it if the man did not climb any further.

"It's not that bad," said the young man in a black tweed dress, the rain so loud, but his voice was extremely penetrating, and it echoed under the disgraced forehead of the wild stage: "You have to be good." At last he encouraged, shook the boy's hand, let him quietly take a silver dollar, and turned and threw himself into the endless rain curtain, where his black back could still be seen in eleven or twelve feet, and nothing could be seen any more.

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Chen Sheng traveled all the way, and the rain became more and more violent, rushing into his eyes, mouth, and nose, making him almost unable to breathe, and robbing him of the last bit of body temperature, and the water that had reached his waist produced a lot of resistance, and he felt that he was almost about to float - he had to gasp and look around like an alert old cat, and then he saw a little bright and gentle light, coming from a rather remote street, like a moth being attracted, Chen Sheng couldn't help but walk towards the light.

It was a three-storey building in the Western-style style, with a rough gray granite veneer on the exterior wall, symmetrical semicircular arched windows on each side, a sunken porch, and two pairs of stone pillars standing in front and back, the doors and windows were all black iron inlaid glass, the metal color was dull, but the glass was shining, and the extravagant electric lights were projected from it, illuminating not only the store, but also the shops on both sides and opposite. Chen Sheng raised his arm to block the rain, and saw that the left and right sides of this Western store were a pawnshop that "Bendang specializes in collecting pear rosewood magnetic tablets", and a pharmacy that "the main hall procures authentic raw and cooked medicinal materials in Sichuan, Guangzhou, and Guizhou, and Zungu concocted pills and ointments for wholesale purposes"; opposite is a gold and silver shop with "This number buys gold hairpin jewelry, pearls and gemstones", and there is a capital line "Guangzhou Qiulin Tobacco Village All kinds of cigarette shops" Except for this Western-style shop, which has no plaques or protruding banners, these shops have already put up the door panels, and the doorways are lined with dirty sandbags or wooden planks - to resist the water, and the cracks in the door panels do not leak the light, and it is obvious that they are no longer in business.

The Western storefront is clean, its base is much higher than the same kind around it, from the ground up, there are at least seven steps of stamping (this is Chen Sheng according to the position of the water surface and his own height to calculate), there are hanging stones on both sides of the stampede, when the emperor is still there, this is a big trespassing, and the crime is to be killed, there is such a provision in the "Great Qing Huidian" - "below the prince, above the third grade: two feet high." Below the fourth grade to the people: one foot high. "It's just that now there is no emperor, and the canon has become a dead letter.

Chen Sheng calmed down, cheered up, even if he was not allowed to enter the store, he could take refuge in the porch for a while—as soon as he stepped on the granite floor, he suddenly felt light, and he couldn't help but exhale deeply. From here, you can see the details of the store, at a glance, Chen Sheng can't even see what kind of business this store is, he can only see that the inside is extremely tall and empty, and the whole wall is divided into many lattices of different sizes, and there are all kinds of antique utensils. Before Chen Sheng could continue looking, he heard someone laugh and say, "Since the guests are here, why don't you come in?"

"Pickled, don't dare to trespass!" Chen Sheng replied loudly, he is not a person who twists, since the master has been invited, he will not hesitate to enter, although he is dripping, it is indeed a bit of a big scenery - as soon as he enters the store, he can't help but tremble slightly. Although it was stormy outside, it was still hot and humid, but inside the store was a cool and fresh atmosphere, as if he was in a pool of flowers, which was very refreshing, but a chill forced into his skin from all directions, making him creepy.

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The twelfth year of the Republic of China.

The streets of the capital, in the middle, were for horse-drawn carts, mules, and rickshaws, and occasionally cars honked their horns to pass by, because the residents on both sides were dumping cinders upwards, and they were as much as two or three feet higher than the sidewalks on the left and right - the sunken sidewalks were for people to walk, and the potholes were full of dirt, but about an arm's width of the place, and dozens or hundreds of floating vendors had to move their places - every day people quarreled and fought with the vendors because they trampled on the goods, or scraped over the pots, tables and chairs, so the police came out to mediate.

Before he could tell the difference between right and wrong, the sky changed, and it was as red as a red pill.

The weather was originally extremely hot and dry, the old people saw this situation, they said that it was going to rain, sure enough, but after eating a tea, the wind was strong, and the water came, the original foggy, gray road surface, in an instant turned into a chaotic mud pond, a quarter of an hour, the turbid water just covered the upper, two quarters of an hour, it hit the knee, three quarter of an hour, the stone lion in front of the noble door also had no top, in the wild stage to shelter from the rain, someone asked: "Didn't you say that the public utility bureau has rebuilt the sewer?" Some of the others laughed, but no one answered him, and the person who had asked the question stopped talking.

They stared at fish bones, rotten cloths, dead cats and mice, and feces in the muddy water. At this time, there are not only health donations, but also housing donations, boat donations, travel donations, theater donations, medicine donations, exit donations, food donations, school donations, animal head donations, fire donations, public welfare donations, house number fees, poor people's education fees, garbage disposal fees, and civil training funds, national militia repair funds, security police force funds, recruit funds, labor and military vouchers, etc., all of which are the most important, not to donate is not to be patriotic, not to respect officials, not to sympathize with the people, to be beaten with sticks or to be imprisoned, but where it is used, no one dares to investigate.

At this time, two more shadows moved in the drowsy rainstorm step by step, and the first people looked at it, and it turned out to be a pair of scoundrels, known as big leprosy and small leprosy, and when they arrived here, they were unwilling to look for another place. But here was already a pile of quails crowded with people—the big leprosy only glanced at it, and brought a half-sized child out of the crowd, and he clung to the coat tightly, and in his arms showed a piece of soft white paper, and then saw that it was a newsboy, his shoulders and backs were soaked, and only the newspapers were kept—if the rain had passed and the weather was clear, and he had dried it well, and perhaps he could replace it with three or five copper plates. It's just that the big leprosy and dysentery will expose him, and when he is thrown down the steps, not to mention the newspaper, even the whole person is salted in the water, and there is no top in the end.

People only watched, looking numb, alas, it's not that they don't want to save, it's just that there is no old mother and children, the victim is a newsboy, if he is cold, beaten, he is doomed to not get a return, how can he expect his family to survive when the time comes, so many donations, rice and noodles are constantly rising, and the landlord is becoming more and more harsh...... But when one of them jumped down and pulled the newsboy out of the water, their eyes also glowed with relief and guilt, and then the light became relieved to see the other man in a black tweed dress. Although the big leprosy and the small leprosy were not happy to see someone do well, when they saw the clothes, they stopped talking, but just stood a little tighter in the place left by the person and stopped talking.

As soon as the newsboy was pulled up, he turned his head sideways, vomited water, and looked at his own bag, the newspaper naturally could not be saved, not only soaked, but also covered with ink, and attached to it was the feces of a man or a dog—if he had not seen it with his own eyes, I am afraid that few people would have believed that such a young child would have such a desperate and sad look. The man who had saved him only paused, and lifted the poor boy to the stage, where the people were in a commotion for a while, because of the dampness and stench of the newsboy, but they endured it if the man did not climb any further.

"It's not that bad," said the young man in a black tweed dress, the rain so loud, but his voice was extremely penetrating, and it echoed under the disgraced forehead of the wild stage: "You have to be good." At last he encouraged, shook the boy's hand, let him quietly take a silver dollar, and turned and threw himself into the endless rain curtain, where his black back could still be seen in eleven or twelve feet, and nothing could be seen any more.

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Chen Sheng traveled all the way, and the rain became more and more violent, rushing into his eyes, mouth, and nose, making him almost unable to breathe, and robbing him of the last bit of body temperature, and the water that had reached his waist produced a lot of resistance, and he felt that he was almost about to float - he had to gasp and look around like an alert old cat, and then he saw a little bright and gentle light, coming from a rather remote street, like a moth being attracted, Chen Sheng couldn't help but walk towards the light.

It was a three-storey building in the Western-style style, with a rough gray granite veneer on the exterior wall, symmetrical semicircular arched windows on each side, a sunken porch, and two pairs of stone pillars standing in front and back, the doors and windows were all black iron inlaid glass, the metal color was dull, but the glass was shining, and the extravagant electric lights were projected from it, illuminating not only the store, but also the shops on both sides and opposite. Chen Sheng raised his arm to block the rain, and saw that the left and right sides of this Western store were a pawnshop that "Bendang specializes in collecting pear rosewood magnetic tablets", and a pharmacy that "the main hall procures authentic raw and cooked medicinal materials in Sichuan, Guangzhou, and Guizhou, and Zungu concocted pills and ointments for wholesale purposes"; opposite is a gold and silver shop with "This number buys gold hairpin jewelry, pearls and gemstones", and there is a capital line "Guangzhou Qiulin Tobacco Village All kinds of cigarette shops" Except for this Western-style shop, which has no plaques or protruding banners, these shops have already put up the door panels, and the doorways are lined with dirty sandbags or wooden planks - to resist the water, and the cracks in the door panels do not leak the light, and it is obvious that they are no longer in business.