The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

From Huizhong Hotel to the north to Xuyuan, it is only a ten-minute drive away.

When they arrived, the sunset slanted westward, and horses and carts arrived one after another. Today's pear orchard flourishes in the world, both in the north and the south.

"San Ye, please come with me." Someone took Fu Dongwen inside, to the private room reserved by Boss Huang.

Some guests who got the tickets passed by them, laughing and chatting in pairs, and walking forward. Unlike in Beijing, she could see female guests and even children.

The only thing Shen Xi used to go out to listen to was to go to Guanghe Tower with Fu Dongwen.

Stepping here today, Hajime realized the difference between the northern and southern theaters.

All the way down there, the black lacquered door is open, the shadows of the lights are dim, and the lanes are long and narrow, so that they can go around the wooden shadow wall on one side. At a glance, it was full of men, laughing and cursing naturally, and talking endlessly. When there was a bad drama, the scene of the young and old on and off the stage shouting applause, as if it was still in the last century of the Qing Dynasty.

All the way down here, there are pavilions, pavilions, and pavilions, along the corridor, and led by the guide, into a tea garden-like venue. The stage is open from three sides, with two floors upstairs and downstairs. She looked over and saw the young guests, the orchid musk fragrant, the Qi Luo gathered, and the big and small aunts sitting among the dusty women nestling in the red and leaning on the green, they were also the people who spent money.

When she and Fu Dongwen went upstairs, two women holding paper fans went down side by side, whispering a few famous people who came today. Because the stairs were narrow, Fu Tongwen and Shen Xi went upstairs back and forth. He put his hands in the pockets of his trousers diagonally. When the two women came downstairs, he stopped slightly and turned his back, so that the two women went down the stairs first.

Therefore, the two women took up the topic...Where did this son come from? He was very kind.

Fu Tong smiled, leaning against the handrail of the stairs, and stretched out his right hand to her. In the envious eyes of others, she was dragged up two steps by Fu Dongwen to the second floor.

In a blink of an eye, two men staying outside the private room opened the door for them one by one. Fu Tongwen handed his suits and coats to the two people who followed, asking them to wait outside the door and lead Shen Xi inside.

Inside, five men were sitting chatting, and they all stood up and greeted when they saw Fu Dongwen. The headed one wearing a gray robe is Boss Huang. The remaining two middle-aged men and an old man are still very polite. The man in the corner is the only one with a suit and he doesn't even look at Fu Dongwen.

The female guests were dressed in the styles of the late Qing Dynasty. Some were holding binoculars in their hands, and some were holding pink playlists. Seeing the men got up, they immediately left the table and leaned back to Fu Dongwen, acting like an old gift.

"Today, I specially asked them to change the clothes," Boss Huang pointed to them with Yanyue, "Can it be in the eyes of the third master?"

The Fengchen Girl in the Shanghai Bookstore is different from Su Qing's Northland rouge. She is a foreigner, dressed up as a Sai Jinhua, and she also looks like a temporary makeup, just to please Fu Dongwen.

"The beauty of the South and the Rouge of the North have their own merits and advantages."

Before he could finish his sentence, he smiled and said, "I just came over from Huizhong Hotel. Before I could take Ms. Shen home, I came together."

Shen Xi followed: "Hello, boss Huang."

"It's Dr. Shen from Puren Hospital." The old man grinned and reminded Boss Huang softly.

She is well-known in Shanghai's wealthy circles, and Boss Huang said this, as if he remembered this person and smiled at her.

"I heard that Dr. Shen had lived abroad in the United States, and they all said that Europe and America are gilded, and Japan is silvered," the man beside the cigarette couch smiled and complimented. "We have seen a gilded female gentleman."

Everyone laughed.

Today, the guests in the private room are all good partners, regardless of men and women, there are corresponding arrangements. The two gentlemen on the smoking couch are businessmen, and they want Boss Huang to meet Fu Dongwen and have a face-to-face relationship. The rest of the old man and the man in the suit are Boss Huang's confidant, and the status of a military officer and vanguard is right-handed.

Even the women bothered to make arrangements. It seemed superfluous to add Shen Xi to a female doctor who would take care of whom. It's just that she is the female companion brought by Fu Dongwen, so it's not easy to neglect. The old man asked someone to add a seat to Shen Xi, and everyone returned to their place.

"Later, San Ye must like it." Boss Huang took a seat.

"Oh?" Fu Dongwen asked, "what is it?"

Boss Huang pointed downstairs and started the gong.

Fu Dongwen raised his eyes and looked to the stage. The gong struck a few times and Hu Qin played.

He heard the clue, his mouth was grinning, and he tapped his fingers.

"San Ye speak up?" The old man invited.

Fu Dongwen also seemed to be interested. After the old man's invitation, he sang with the horn on the stage: "I am a stray person from Wollongong, and discussing yin and yang is like taking control of the universe~"

It was the most exciting part of the empty city plan, Zhuge Liang sat idle on the head of the city, smiling at Qianjun. He sang well and soundly, and the opera was pure, and he didn't lose the reputation of being on the stage.

The old man smiled slightly and sang along: "The first emperor is going to Nanyang to drive three times~" After a paragraph of Huqin, there is another sentence, "Even if the Han family has three points~"

Boss Huang slapped it carefully and gave a high-five: "Okay!"

Downstairs, the spectators' cheers came in one after another, shaking Shen Xi's ears.

There were two doors that night, listening to Fu Dongwen's sorrowful Shi Lang visiting his mother, but tonight it was an empty city with a smile. Shen Xi only felt that this drama was worthy of him.

The men present were all picked up and sang two or three sentences, but left the most exciting verse to Fu Dongwen. Women are most able to distinguish between occasions and identities, and they can tell from the lyrics: This third master is today's guest.

After three rounds of tea, the two girls sitting behind Shen Xi laughed softly.

They watched the seats downstairs with binoculars, instead of talking about the drama, but talking about the aunts and wives who are holding the horns downstairs, saying which aunts and wives are close to the actors, and which consorts and wives are engaged with the female actors. .

The men on the cigarette shop faced each other and talked about business.

In the good atmosphere of the theater, through the hollow copper cigarette lamp, a young girl with longing eyes waited by one person and filled them with two tubes of cigarettes.

In the smoky smoke, Shen Xi flipped through a stack of newspapers on the coffee table. Just after reading "Liyuan Magazine", he picked up a copy of "Haiyou Magazine". Suddenly, the room went dark. It was the two bosses on the cigarette couch who thought the lights were dazzling, and asked them to turn off the lights.

The headlight went out, and at this time, except for the small smoke lamps burning on the smoke couch, only the Western-style floor lamps on both sides of the main seat were left. The floor lamp was hung with a bright red lampshade, and the red shadow was dark and drowsy.

Without the light source, she couldn't be a newspaper, and she listened to the play boredly, and the grandfather clock reached ten o'clock.

Having waited for four hours, Fu Dongwen was still calm and relaxed.

In the darkness, Shen Xi saw a young man in black pushing the door and entering, bending over to Boss Huang's ear, whispering for a moment.

Boss Huang waved him back and said to Fu Dongwen: "San Ye, please rest assured."

Fu Tongwen replied, "Boss Huang bothered."

The two smiled at each other.

Boss Huang said: "I didn't expect San Ye to be a man of love and justice."

"Affection is a burden, I can't afford it," Fu Tong said, "I can only say that I was forced to Liangshan."

"Oh? What is forcing Liangshan?"

Fu Tong said: "It was because he was threatening to ask for money with Sixth Sister, and I felt unhappy. Being pinched like this is not in my temper."

Boss Huang suddenly said with a smile: "A chieftain dare to threaten the third master? Those bonkers are used to showing off their majesty on their own territory. As everyone knows, the master of today is the bone in the grave of tomorrow and will not live long."

The conversation between the two was high and sometimes low. Shen Xi heard only a few words. After a few moments, they were quiet because of the new play.

After a while, there was a shower of sparse sand outside the window.

The servant made a pot of new tea and poured it for them. The tea smoke curled up and the gongs and drums rose again.

Bai Guang followed the crack of the door and slowly expanded into a fan shape.

Young people re-enter.

Shen Xi thought there was new news, but unexpectedly he just passed the pink playlist in his hand to boss Huang: "Ask downstairs, what else does the boss want? Everyone is waiting."

"What else does San Ye want to listen to?" Boss Huang glanced over the play, "There is a fashion drama, "Song Jiaoren Assassinated", what does San Ye think?"

"It's a gimmick, this drama is boring." Fu Tong Wenpin sipped new tea, lacking interest.

"I thought San Ye was a fashion-seeker and would be interested in revolutionary repertoire." The man on the north side of the Yancoo laughed and said.

The man on the south side of the cigarette bed inhaled the cigarette in his hand, but said, "Do you think it's the last year of the Qing Dynasty? If you want to get ahead, go ahead and make revolution and make things? It's old calendar."

Fu Dongwen laughed, and everyone laughed.

"Let's go to the empty city again."

"Yes." The young man stepped back.

In the Western-style grandfather clock, the hands reached eleven thirty.

Shen Xi just saw on the playlist that Xu Yuan's closing time was 12 midnight, and there was about half an hour to withdraw seats. If there is no news at twelve o'clock, do you have to change to a gold cave and wait? She felt uneasy in her heart. After Boss Huang finished the matter, it would be fine to send someone a letter to the apartment. Why did she ask Fu Dongwen to wait for the news in person?

She always feels that there will be side branches.

On the stage, the play kicked off.

As soon as Shen Xi brought the tea cup, the door was pushed open for the third time. Still the same person. He went to Boss Huang and whispered a few words. Boss Huang suddenly high-five: "Okay! Watch the reward!"

Outside the door, the people of the Youth Gang immediately yelled: "Boss Huang rewards me~"

Only then did the individual guest downstairs know that the private room upstairs was Boss Qingbang Huang. The men and women in the pool are like people who have received the rewards, cheering loudly and laughingly.

Shen Xi was pushed by the sound wave, and the tea was also disturbed.

After all, she wanted to understand, why she was fidgeting, because this is the site of the Qinggang, which is different from the Guanghe Building in the capital. Fu Dongwen's prestige in Guanghe Building is true. Although he is a guest here, he is only a guest.

She became more anxious, slipped a tea leaf in her mouth and spit it into the saucer.

Suddenly hearing a woman's laughter behind her, her heart beat suddenly.

In the interlaced lights and shadows, she heard Boss Huang say to Fu Dongwen: “San Ye, it’s good news. Lingmei encountered robbers on the way back home. It was a car crash and death with no bones left.”

She was shocked for a moment, then saw Fu Dongwen's smile again, and immediately understood what she meant. It should be that they let Miss Six Jin Chan get out of the shell with the reason that there is no bone.

"Since that's the case, I won't be with me here," Fu Tongwen put aside the tea cup and said, "Go handle housework first."

He didn't intend to stay longer, and took the suit and jacket from the next person, and went to the door, no one opened the door.

This door was guarded by members of the Cyan Gang, and it was padlocked outside. It would not be opened without instructions.

Fu Dongwen stopped, not annoyed, but turned around with a smile and looked at Boss Huang: "This is?"

Boss Huang did not answer.

The old man turned his back on his back and said beside Boss Huang, "San Ye is walking in a hurry. We have to wait for us to finish talking."

Fu Dongwen looked at them and waited.

Boss Huang said: "I have done everything for the third master today. I also have a small matter here. I want to discuss it with you."

The two businessmen on the cigarette couch didn't hear them, they whirred and smoked, ignoring them.

Fu Tongwen smiled at the other party and said, "I'm a bird in a cage right now, just to put it straight."

"San Ye is serious," the old man said. "It's still the old case outside the French Concession Hospital. It happened in March."

Sure enough, the old thing was brought up again.

From early spring to late summer, Fu Tongwen and the boss Huang had several public entertainments, and there were frequent courtesy exchanges. Shen Xi thought that the incident of Uncle Fu's trouble outside the hospital had passed. But now, they did not forget, but were waiting for an opportunity to settle their grievances.

Fu Dongwen said nothing, looking at them.

He is not surprised that Hu Luo Pingyang was bullied by a dog. No wonder there are so many private tenants today, there are also people in the business field, and there are also famous girls in the Changsantang. It turned out to be a few witnesses to find the place.

The old man seemed to be afraid of his misunderstanding, and explained: "The Fu family's business is ultimately a family affair, and Boss Huang is unwilling to disturb. It's just that the third master went to the other two bosses to intervene without saying hello. It seems to be resolved. But this is not compliant and it hurts our face."

The old man said again: "But we are also very clear that if you ask the other two bosses for help, you will be able to do it properly. But Sanye asked us. According to my guess, you want The compensation for March, isn't it?"

In these troubled times, replacing a person with a silk factory is a fantasy for anyone who is in trouble. It is a business that makes no money. Anyone who takes this job must burn incense and thank the **** of wealth. .

Fu Tongwen does not deny: "The old man is a sensible person, I think-boss Huang is also a sensible person."

"I understand it's one thing, San Ye, you said it yourself, but it's another thing." Boss Huang said.

"We have been laughed at about the French Concession Hospital for a few months, but I just want you to be soft," said in a corner, with a smile on a man who hadn't spoken to a good-looking man all night." San Ye, this life is difficult to walk, not because of high mountains and water risks, but only because of the human relationship."

Fu Tongwen's eyes were deep, with a smile on his lips: "Boss Huang wants me, Fu San, to tell the North and the South, and to apologize?"

The old man exchanged a glance with Boss Huang.

"For the rest of your life, everyone will have a time to bend their waist. I was pinched by you today, and there is nothing to say." He shook his suit jacket and shook lightly, so that he put it in his left arm. Since Boss Huang likes this set of things on the surface, you can set a date and I will do it."

Just now, Fu Dongwen said that being pinched like this is not in his temper.

At this time, the word "pinch", he bit lightly, but the meaning is very heavy.

The old man smiled suddenly and was busy making rounds: "As long as the third master gives a sentence, it will pass. What do you do with the wine?"

Fu Dongwen's hand was placed on her shoulder, and his index and middle fingers were tapping the beat unconsciously. This is impatient.

But Shen Xi is here, and the sixth sister is still in their hands. In any case, it is a disadvantage.

The wind blown by the fan blades slowly blows away the white smoke on the smoke couch.

The room was surprisingly quiet.

"Burn a cigarette for the third brother." He said to Shen Xi.

She understood her heart, and under the gaze of everyone, she walked to the cigarette shop and took a cigarette gun from the **** the north side of the smoking couch. She used a small silver picking spoon to dig out a piece of black and filled it with a tube of cigarettes.

Slowly grilling on the smoke lamp.

In the past, although she served in the cigarette tube was the local ruffian, but the more this kind of talent would have more problems and higher requirements, so compared to the girl who only served princes and nobles, high-ranking officials and wealthy merchants, the gestures were more complicated than the girl who claimed to be her husband here. Skillful and sophisticated. Her hands are beautiful, beside the flickering flame, the light between her fingers is illusory and unreal.

The burnt smoke bubble is soft and even, and at first glance it is a 10,000-year-old hand, and the fragrance grows between the fingers.

The man on the cigarette couch got close and looked carefully: "I just said, San Ye is a smoker who doesn't leave her body, how come to Shanghai to change the evil and get back to the right? Looking at Ms. Shen's craftsmanship, the rumors are true and true."

"The body is not as good as before, and it has converged early." He said.

The old man laughed and said: "The hands of a famous doctor are the most valuable, so this cigarette is worth a thousand dollars, and ordinary people can't taste it."

Shen Xi took the smoke gun back and handed it to him.

Fu Dongwen smiled and sent it to boss Huang under his nose: "Boss Huang used to bother for the Fu family, thank you."

The meaning of the words is: Thank you, boss Huang, for worrying about the Fu family. This smoke is a sum of money. The Fu family's affairs will be family affairs in the future, and outsiders will be looking for bad luck if they intervene.

Young Master Fu thanked him personally and delivered the cigarettes. With a dozen eyes in this room watching and witnessing, he had won back face.

Boss Huang accepted it steadily, wheezing, and waving his hand in the rising white smoke: "Send the third master downstairs."

Fu Dongwen took Shen Xi's hand and stepped out of the threshold.

The young man waiting outside the door respectfully said: "San Ye, we didn't find Miss Six's bones, but the young lady has a close-knit servant who is still alive and has been sent to Xiafei Road. Please go slowly."