Roaming In The World Of Film And Television

Chapter 543

She wore a minimalist black cheongsam with embroidered laces, and a waist-length ponytail on the back of her head. She had her face facing the sky without any powder, just like she first saw it at the banquet six years ago.

“I know.” She looked at him and said, “It’s Peony Pavilion. I heard it before when I was in the north.”

Lin Yue asked: “Do you like it?”

Gong Er turned his face away and nodded slightly while looking at the terrace.

“Then I will give it to you.”

Gong Er knew what “it” was here, and looked at him in surprise.

Lin Yue smiled and said, “Isn’t there a saying that life is like a play, and drama is like life?”

Gong Er raised his head and glanced at the sign under the beam. The golden “Wangbei Tower” felt unreal under the smoky smoke.

“From now on you will sing on top and I will listen below, okay?”

“good.”

In the north, many people say that the martial arts of the Gong family are really enjoyable.

…

The rain comes fast and goes fast.

The long street was slippery and the water dinged.

Gong Er held an oiled paper umbrella and looked at Lin Yue, who walked in front with his hands upside down.

“Don’t you think this scene is a bit familiar?”

Lin Yue raised his head and glanced at the night sky: “Six years ago, after the Overlord’s Ye Banquet. But that time was a parting, and now it’s a reunion.”

“Yeah, it’s been six years.” Gong Er said: “Remember the old agreement?”

“Guanshan is unstoppable. Whether the bottom of the leaf is blooming, I have a chance to confirm it again.”

Gong Er put down the umbrella hand gently.

Guanshan is unstoppable.

In 1940, Lin Yue went north to Fengtian for her.

In 1942, the day of keeping filial piety expired, and she went south to Magang.

Now, it’s time to confirm the hidden flowers at the bottom of the leaves.

“Last time in the Northeast, I asked if you would like to see the real hidden flowers at the bottom of the leaf. You said another day. I didn’t expect that the phrase ‘another day’ would be three years.”

“If I had watched it then, three years later, would you come to me today?”

Gong Er was asked by him, and smiled very rarely: “I didn’t expect that you, a person who handles big things, would also play some clever things.”

Lin Yue smiled and said, “I will not only be clever, but also clever, do you want to try?”

Gong Er said: “Okay.”

Lin Yue stopped and looked back at her, with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

Gong Erlian’s feet moved lightly, and put out the hands-up gesture of Eight Trigrams palms.

Just like the old ape hanging seal in Xingyiquan is a killer move, Eight Trigrams learn to hide flowers at the bottom of the leaf to achieve perfection.

Lin Yue glanced at the umbrella she had thrown on the ground, and walked towards the serious Gongjia Er Miss who was opposite, holding her wrist close to her ear in her stunned gaze.

“What I want to see is another flower.”

Gong Er couldn’t figure out what he meant, until Lin Yue took a step towards retreated and carefully looked at her face.

A drop of rain fell from the sky and hit her red to hot face.

“you this……”

“What am I?” Lin Yue stretched her waist up, carried her on her shoulders, and took the umbrella that was dropped on the ground and walked deep into the old alley.

“False and serious.”

“You are the one who makes me astute.”

Gong Er finally knew why Lin Yue had to say “another day” in 1940.

…

The next morning.

Lao Jiang rummaged throughout the inn but couldn’t find Gong Er’s figure.

When he ran to Wangbei Building sweating profusely, he found two people sitting in the restaurant on the river side of the third floor.

One man and one woman.

The man is reading, the woman rests her head on the man’s shoulder, and hums “A Dream in the Garden” in her mouth.

Old Jiang pulled his outstretched foot back again, and carefully returned to the second floor. Only then did he find an old man standing under the veranda, holding a teacup in his left hand, and a branch in his right, teasing a red-billed green-haired parrot.

“You are by the old man…”

“Call me old ginger, I remember you are… the shopkeeper of the Gonghe Building?”

“Gonghe Building is a Guizi’s Nest. I am now the shopkeeper of Wangbei Building.”

At this time, only a sound of footsteps came from downstairs, and the third sister came up with a food box with fresh fried dough sticks and fish porridge.

“Hey, are you old ginger? You came too early. Tathagata is a coincidence. Father Ding has just cooked the porridge. Sit down and have a bite.”

Old Jiang was not polite with her, and sat down by the handrail.

At this time, the third sister looked at Uncle Deng and pointed upstairs, with questions in her eyes.

“It’s done, it’s done, it’s done.”

The sound came from under the eaves.

Old Jiang glared, really wanting to stab the dumb bird who can’t speak.

…

In early 1943, Gong Er abandoned Wu Congwen and began to learn opera with his class.

At the end of 1943, Gong Er came on stage to sing and his reputation gradually gained.

At the beginning of 1944, Hongquan, Lijiaquan, Caijiaquan, Tan Leg, Taijiquan, etc. began to spread in MO. Jinshan found his wish and opened a boxing gym. The bishop poked his foot and turned the Ziquan, but the signboard was the number one national martial art. Renquan gym made other martial arts boxers very upset. Some people asked for a theory, but they gave him the argument that their Master is the number one master of Nanquan.

In the second half of the same year, the Japanese army was losing ground, and the US fleet was advancing to Okinawa.

In May 1945, Germany surrendered.

In August of the same year, Japan surrendered.

At the end of 1945, Lin Yue and Gong Er returned to HK to take over the property of the Lin Group, such as fishing boats, cargo ships, shops, and residences, that were invaded by the Japanese army.

After the fall of HK, he received the wanted Hong Kong and British officials to MO, and used the Portuguese channel to return to Europe. The British gave him a high courtesy after returning to HK.

In the summer of 1946, when the Deyue Tower was opened, Lin Yue married Gong Er Fengzi, and local boxers from Guangdong, Guangdong, Thailand, MO and HK sent delegations to congratulate them. Some cultural celebrities and elites from all walks of life who settled in HK during World War II gathered On Nathan Road, the then Hong Kong Governor and his family came to the door to congratulate him, and even the Guangdong military and political circles also sent representatives. After all, whether it was using the Lin Group to smuggle arms and medicines to the mainland, or to rescue anti-journalists and provide all kinds of information about the Japanese army, Both the country and the people have contributed a lot.

In the spring of 1947, Lin Yue got his son, named Lin An. In July, the King of England awarded the Medal of the British Empire, and in August, the Mainland government awarded the Medal of Victory in the War of Resistance.

In 1948, under the funding and guidance of Lin Yue, Zhou Qingquan began to get involved in the film production industry.

At the end of the same year, Ip Man opened an apprenticeship in HK.

In the early spring of 1949, Li Zhao, who joined the HK Police Force as soon as the Japanese surrendered, was promoted to the Yau Ma Tei Hua inspector under the operation of Lin Yue.

In the summer of 1949, Lin Yue took over the post of chairman of the HK Jingwu Association and was honored as the honorary chairman of the branches of Shanghai, Foshan, and Guangzhou.

In the winter of 1949, boxers returning from Thailand and boxers stranded in MO gathered together to discuss matters in Yuelou.

In 1950, HK set off an upsurge of opening martial arts gyms and learning boxing.

In the summer of 1950, the Lin Group invested in the establishment of a newspaper, and followed Lin Yue’s essayist Dong Xiaoping and Zhou Qingquan’s son A Yao.

In the autumn of this year, Gong Er became popular in HK, and there was an endless stream of spectators who came to join in every day. No one watched the Gong family’s play anymore. What everyone liked was the Gong family’s play.

Compared with 1946, the interior space of Deyue Tower has been expanded a lot. The restaurant business has been added on the basis of the original North and South singing. In addition to the absence of sisters, the Foshan Golden Tower has an 80% atmosphere.

Uncle Deng was getting older, and Lin Yue was worried that he would not be able to handle it, so he handed over the management of the teahouse to Wu Chilin and Sha Danyuan, and the two brothers had returned to their old line of business.

This day is late at night.

At the second floor of Deyue Tower, the audience had dispersed, but there was still one person on the chair of a small table in the corner.

“Brother, I think your eyes are good, like my mother’s.”

“Like it?”

“I like it, I think it’s good to keep it as a souvenir.”

Snapped.

There is an extra razor on the table.

“Are you here, or do I do it myself?”

“It’s really good man, but our father said that nowadays martial arts and singing are popular, and the fights and kills are too bloody, and it is not good for An An to be scared.”

“Have you ever seen your family sing martial arts?”

“I haven’t seen it. It is said that all the people I have seen are dead. Why, do you want to meet?”

“think.”

“I said you left this stuff here for most of the night and couldn’t drive away. You really came to look for something, don’t you know what my name is? Go downstairs to find out, which shop on this street is not my Sanjiang Covered with water.”

“Didn’t you have to go to Yuelou? How come you still collect protection fees for scholars?”

“Part-time, can’t it?”

“I remember this is the site of the Symbiosis Hall.”

“You don’t know this, Brother Yong and my father-in-law are brothers who have beaten Devil together.”

“Oh.” Yixiantian picked up the cooled teacup and took a sip of tea.

At this moment, a dark shadow flickered around the corner, and three people walked out, a man and a woman. The woman was holding a three or four-year-old boy in her arms.

San Jiangshui’s face changed, and she winked desperately at the moustache sitting opposite.

“Don’t come unharmed?”

Lin Yue walked over and sat down. Gong Er held the child and followed. Lin An blinked at the stranger curiously.

Yixiantian put his palm on the razor, slowly pulled it to the edge of the table, and put it back in his pocket.

Sanjiang Shui looked at this, looked at that: “Second Miss, do you know each other?”

Gong Er nodded at him: “Old ginger is packing up the props in the back, you can help him.”

“Good.” San Jiangshui took a look at this posture and quickly withdrew.

Yixiantian said, “I’m here this time… I want to remind you of something.”

Lin Yue said, “What’s the matter?”