1924.

This winter, on the ninth day of December, there was heavy snow.

The flying catkins are like goose feathers, covering the sky and the earth, like a canopy. The cold wind and snow are like swords for scraping flesh, blowing into people's necks and collars. Everything is frightened, and every house has closed its doors and windows.

It's just that in this weather, there are still shouting vendors on the street, wearing tattered gray jackets, looking particularly clumsy and bloated. Even so, my nose is still cold and my nose is dripping, my head is trying to shrink into the collar, sticking out my buttocks, leaning forward.

The body is like a quail.

It snowed heavily all day and all night.

When the door was opened the next day, the snow outside had accumulated one or two feet high. Every household opened the door to sweep the snow. In the snow that was swept away, there were people frozen into ice lumps, huddled up, as if curled up.

of long worms.

Life is hard, and things like this have long been commonplace. If you are lucky, you will get a straw sweep, but if you are unlucky, you will just dig a hole in the wilderness outside the city and fill it in. You may be jealous one day.

Wild dogs dug out.

"Everyone, please take pity on me, do your best, and enjoy the meal!"

On the street after the snow had been cleared, an unkempt young man, wearing a shabby coat that he didn't know where he got it from, and holding a pottery bowl with a hole in his hand, was trembling and begging for food on the street. He was so hungry that he had no food.

There was a red slap mark on one side of the cheek, as if it had just been slapped.

"Go, go, go!"

The shop assistant asked him impatiently.

Seeing that the boy was going to get the broom, the boy ran away quickly. Behind him, he could hear the boy cursing.

"You stinky beggar, you run fast, run slower and I won't break your legs!"

Half a moment.

Su Qing held the bowl and found a place where the sun was shining. She put her hands in her sleeves and squatted down. She looked at the unfamiliar city of Beijing in front of her and murmured absently in the warm sun: "Is it possible that this is the case?"

I'm going to starve to death? Isn't it just reading a book at a pirated bookstall? It's just a short nap, what? Can you suffer such a serious crime by reading pirated books?"

He was silent. When a young man in his twenties turns into a teenager and then suffers from hunger and cold, all his lofty ideals will naturally become nonsense.

"Um?"

The line of sight is fixed.

He saw a few lines of writing suddenly appear on the snow on the street in front of him, as if an invisible pen was writing on the ground stroke by stroke, with dark brown soil exposed under the pen marks.

Name: Su Qing

World: Farewell My Concubine

Mission: Jijing Liyuan

Process: None

Note: After completing the task, you can leave.

Su Qing's expression changed, and she stood up tremblingly. She didn't even notice that she dropped the broken bowl in her hand, but her eyes flickered and changed, staring closely at the empty snow in front of her.

We can't wait any longer. If he waits any longer, he will either starve to death or freeze to death, or he will be caught by the dealers in the restaurants, and may become a slave raised by those wealthy families. Then life will really be worse than death.

"Actor?"

It doesn't matter, as long as I can survive.

Su Qing gritted his teeth, tightened his rag stuffed with straw, and walked towards the west end of the city.

Guan family class.

This can be regarded as the number one singing troupe in Beijing.

Far away from the entrance of the alley, you can hear the shouts inside.

But that evening.

Outside the door.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door.

I just opened the door, and saw an unkempt child on the snow-covered mud on this cold day, crouching down on the ground, kowtowing his head, and said loudly:

"Su Qing pays homage to the master!"

In the hall.

The gray-haired master, who was over fifty years old, sat on a wooden chair with a teacup in his hand and took a sip of tea.

He looked at the young man kneeling in front of him and said with a smile: "Tell me, who is your master?"

"Bang bang bang!"

Su Qing kowtowed without saying anything.

Seeing that the young man's forehead was bruised and swollen, the old master was still unmoved. Nowadays, the world is difficult, and there are not many people who freeze to death and starve to death. If anyone comes to kowtow a few times and accept it, then he will starve to death.

It's him.

He said coldly: "Where did this mud monkey come from? It dares to treat my theater troupe as a beggar's den? Things in this world are not easy, so don't leave me alone. Why don't you go and have a look elsewhere? Maybe

, someone just likes you!"

Without thinking, the young man didn't say much. He just stood up and rushed out the door, grabbed a handful of cold snow from the ground, smeared it on his dirty face for a while, and then wiped it with his coat sleeve.

Master Guan was a little surprised at first, thinking that the boy in front of him was desperate and lost his mind, but when the young man turned around, he was stunned.

But under the firelight, the disheveled beggar actually had a pretty androgynous face, with a mole in the corner of his eye. If his Adam's apple hadn't appeared, he might have been regarded as a pretty girl.

After thinking about it, he put down the tea cup in his hand and waved to Su Qing.

"Come here!"

The young man came over.

The old master frowned and said nothing, his hands were already pinching Su Qing's body, feeling the muscles and bones, from top to bottom, all the way to the waist, and then he exhaled.

"He's a show-stopper!"

Under the observation of the old master, the young man knelt down again.

"Su Qing, it's time to pay tribute to the master!"

The words fell with another ringing sound.

The old master was silent for a while and finally let go.

"Okay, you're born with a good skin, so it's considered a treat for you, Grandmaster!"

"Master, go get him clean clothes and add a blanket to him!"

The master outside immediately responded.

The old master stood up, turned around and took out a razor from the wooden table beside him, put it on his hand and touched it, and said: "This fortune is good for you. I will cut off this hair for you myself. Don't worry about it."

What kind of person were you before? From now on, when you enter my house, you have to abide by my rules. Do you understand? I cut off your hair to cut off your thoughts. Maybe in the future you will become

Jiao, maybe you still look down on me!"

Su Qing's heart trembled.

"Understood!"

The old master nodded without saying anything. He walked behind Su Qing, and the razor fell on the young man's head. With just one scratch, there was a slapping sound, and a piece of hair fell off.

While shaving his head, the old master pointed at the troupe apprentices who were making noises outside, and said in a deep voice: "Qian Ming, you have to practice with them. If you don't practice well, you will be punished. This is to make you remember better."

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Su Qing only saw pieces of hair falling from the top of her head. For some reason, thinking about the hardships and sadness of these days and the past, she only felt a dream-like illusion. As soon as her eyes closed, tears started to flow from the corners of her eyes.

The teacher walked in with his cotton-padded clothes and trousers in his arms. When he saw the young man closing his eyes and weeping, he laughed and said: "Cry? Cry. There will be many days of crying in the future. If you can't bear it anymore, you have to bear it for me. This is

You chose it yourself, there is no room for regret!"

He looked at it for a few times and was amazed.

"Not bad, she looks like a little nun!"

The old master waved his hand.

"Okay, take these things, take him to the backyard, take a bath, tidy up, and then worship the ancestor. After worshiping, you will be considered to be in the pear garden. Since ancient times, opera has not been as good as our Peking Opera.

If you are popular, you have caught up!"

Su Qing nodded.

He hugged his clothes and walked along the corridor towards the backyard, listening to his ears.

"It is passed down to our disciples that everyone should listen carefully. Since ancient times, people in this world must have the ability to plan. Since we are engaged in this industry, we should concentrate on our studies and become famous all over the world in the future. This is based on our youth..."
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