She was wearing a minimalist black cheongsam with embroidered lace, and a waist-length ponytail on the back of her head. Her face was bare and no makeup was applied, just like when they first met at the night party six years ago.
"I know." She looked at him and said, "It's the Peony Pavilion. I've heard of it before when I was in the north."
Lin Yue asked: "Do you like it?"
Gong Er turned around, looked at the terrace and nodded lightly.
"Then I'll give it to you."
Gong Er knew what "it" referred to here and looked at him in surprise.
Lin Yue smiled and said: "Isn't there a saying that life is like a play, and play is like life?"
Gong Er raised his head and looked at the signboard under the beam. The golden "Wangbei Tower" felt unreal under the smoke.
"From now on, you sing up top and I listen down below, okay?"
"good."
In the north, many people say that the martial arts dramas of the Gong family are really enjoyable.
…
The rain comes and goes quickly.
The long street was slippery and there was a tinkling sound of water.
Gong Er held an oil-paper umbrella and looked at Lin Yue, who was walking in front with his hands behind his back.
"Don't you think this scene is a bit familiar?"
Lin Yue raised his head and looked at the night sky: "Six years ago, after the Overlord's night banquet. But that time was a farewell, and now it is a reunion."
"Yes, it's been six years." Gong Er said, "Do you still remember the agreement?"
"Guanshan is difficult to stop people's wishes. Whether the flowers bloom brilliantly at the bottom of the leaves will be confirmed again when there is a chance."
Gong Er gently lowered his hand holding the umbrella.
Guanshan is hard to stop people's wishes.
In 1940, Lin Yue went north to Fengtian for her.
In 1942, when the day of mourning came to an end, she went south to Magang.
Now, it’s time to verify the flowers hidden under the leaves.
"Last time in the Northeast, I asked you if you wanted to see the real flowers hidden under the leaves. You said it would be another day. I didn't expect that 'someday' would last three years."
"If I had seen it at that time, would you come to me three years later today?"
Gong Er was stopped by his question and gave a very rare smile: "I didn't expect that a person like you, who is doing big things, would also be clever."
Lin Yue said with a smile: "Not only can I be clever, but I can also be clever. Do you want to try it?"
Gong Er said: "Okay."
Lin Yue stopped and looked back at her, with an indescribable emotion in his eyes.
Gong Er's lotus feet moved slightly and assumed the starting position of Baguazhang.
Just like the old ape's hanging seal in Xingyiquan is the killer move, learning to hide flowers at the bottom of the leaves in Baguazhang is called perfection.
Lin Yue glanced at the umbrella she had thrown on the ground, then walked towards the serious-faced second lady of the Gong family opposite, holding her wrist close to her ear under her astonished gaze.
"What I want to see is another flower."
Gong Er couldn't figure out what he meant until Lin Yue took a step back and looked at her face carefully.
A drop of rain fell from the sky and hit her face, which was so red that it was hot.
"you this……"
"What am I doing?" Lin Yue straightened up, put her on his shoulders, picked up the umbrella dropped on the ground and walked deeper into the old alley.
"Prudery."
"It was you who made me smart."
Gong Er finally knew why Lin Yue said "Another day" in 1940.
…
The next morning.
Lao Jiang searched the entire inn but couldn't find Gong Er.
When he ran to Wangbei Tower sweating profusely, he found two people sitting in the restaurant on the third floor facing the river.
One male and one female.
The man was reading, and the woman rested her head on the man's shoulder, humming "A Dream in the Garden".
Old Jiang pulled back his extended leg and carefully returned to the second floor. Only then did he find an old man standing under the verandah, holding a teacup in his left hand and teasing a green-feathered parrot with a red beak and a branch in his right hand.
"You are with Mr. Gong..."
"Call me Lao Jiang. I remember you are... the shopkeeper of Gonghe Building?"
"Gonghe Building has become a den for Japanese. I am now the shopkeeper of Wangbei Building."
At this time, I heard footsteps coming from downstairs, and the third sister came up with a food box, which contained freshly baked fried dough sticks and fish fillet porridge.
"Hey, are you Lao Jiang? It's better to come early than to come by chance. Mr. Ding has just cooked the porridge. Let's sit down and eat some together."
Lao Jiang was not polite to her and sat down against the railing.
At this time, the third sister looked at Uncle Deng pointing upstairs, with questions in his eyes.
"It's done, it's done, it's done."
The sound came from under the roof.
Lao Jiang glared and really wanted to kill that stupid bird that couldn't speak with a knife.
…
At the beginning of 1943, Gong Er gave up martial arts and followed literature, and began to learn opera from a class.
At the end of 1943, Gong Er took to the stage to sing and became famous.
In early 1944, Hong Quan, Li Jia Quan, Cai Jia Quan, Tan Kung Fu, Tai Chi, etc. began to spread in MO. Jinshan found his wish and opened a boxing gym. The bishop did Ji Jia Fan Zi Quan, but his sign was No. 1 in Chinese martial arts. He came to the boxing gym, which made other boxers in the martial arts hall very unhappy. Some people came to argue with him, but they pushed him back by saying that his master was the best master of Nanquan.
In the second half of the same year, the Japanese army was defeated and the US fleet entered 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 Hong Kong to take over the properties of the Lin Group that had been occupied by the Japanese army, such as fishing boats, cargo ships, shops, residences, etc.
Because after the fall of HK, he took the hunted British officials to MO and sent them back to Europe through Portuguese channels. The British gave him high courtesy after they regained control of HK.
In the summer of 1946, when De Yue Lou opened, Lin Yue and Gong Er got married. Local boxers from Guangdong, Guangdong, Thailand, MO and Hong Kong sent delegations to congratulate them. Some cultural celebrities and elites from all walks of life who settled in Hong Kong during World War II gathered together. Nathan, the then Governor of Hong Kong came to express his congratulations with his family, and even the military and political circles in Guangdong also sent representatives. After all, whether they were using the Lam Group to smuggle arms and medicines to the mainland, or rescuing anti-Japanese comrades, and providing various intelligence on the Japanese army, It is a great contribution to the country and the people.
In the spring of 1947, Lin Yue gave birth to a son, named Lin An. In July, the British King awarded him the Order of the British Empire, and in August, the mainland government awarded him the Anti-Japanese War Victory Medal.
In 1948, with Lin Yue's funding and guidance, Zhou Qingquan began to get involved in the film production industry.
At the end of the same year, Ip Man opened a studio in Hong Kong and took on apprentices.
In the early spring of 1949, Li Zhao, who joined the Hong Kong police force as soon as the Japanese army surrendered, was promoted to Inspector Hua of Yau Ma Tei under the leadership of Lin Yue.
In the summer of 1949, Lin Yue took over the position of president of the HK Ching Wu Association and was honored as the honorary president by the Shanghai, Foshan, Guangzhou and other branches.
In the winter of 1949, the boxers who had returned from Thailand and the boxers who were stranded in MO gathered in Deyue Tower to discuss matters.
In 1950, HK started a craze for opening martial arts gyms and learning boxing.
In the summer of 1950, the Lin Group invested in the establishment of a newspaper. Dong Xiaoping, who had studied with Lin Yue, and A Yao, the son of Zhou Qingquan, entered the industry.
In the autumn of this year, Gong Er became popular in Hong Kong, and there was an endless stream of spectators who came to support it every day. No one watched the Gong family's drama anymore. What everyone liked was the Gong family's drama.
Compared with 1946, the internal space of Deyuelou has been expanded a lot. On the basis of the original North-South singing style, a teahouse business has been added. Except for the absence of sisters, it has 80% of the atmosphere of Foshan Jinlou.
Uncle Deng was getting older, and Lin Yue was worried that his health would not be able to bear it, so he handed over the management of the teahouse to Wu Chilin and Sha Danyuan. The two brothers returned to their old business.
Late this night.
In the private seats on the second floor of Deyue Tower, the audience had dispersed, but there was still one person sitting on a chair at a small table in the corner.
"Brother, I think your eyes are pretty, just like my mother's."
"Like it?"
"I like it. I think it would be nice to keep it as a souvenir."
Snapped.
There is an extra razor on the table.
"Should you do it, or should I do it myself?"
"You're so manly, but our father-in-law said that martial arts and singing are popular nowadays, and the fighting and killing are too bloody, and it's not good for An An to be frightened."
"Have you ever seen your father perform martial arts?"
"I haven't seen it. It is said that everyone who has seen it is dead. Why, do you want to see it?"
"think."
"I'm just saying that you've been sitting here for most of the night and can't even drive away. You're really here to cause trouble. Do you know what my name is? Go downstairs and ask, which shop on this street is not my Sanjiang?" Covered by water.”
"Aren't you a waiter in Deyuelou? Why do you still learn to collect protection fees?"
"Part-time job, isn't it?"
"I remember this is the territory of Symbiosis Hall."
"You don't know this, right? Brother Yong and my father are brothers who fought against Japanese soldiers together."
"Oh." Xianxiantian picked up the cold tea cup and took a sip of tea.
At this moment, a dark shadow flashed around the corner, and three people walked out, a man and a woman. The woman held a little boy of three or four years old in her arms.
Sanjiang Shui's expression changed, and he winked desperately at the mustache sitting opposite him.
"You're alright?"
Lin Yue walked over and sat down. Gong Er followed with his child in his arms. Lin An blinked his bright eyes and looked at the stranger curiously.
Xianxiantian 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 and that: "Second Miss, do you know each other?"
Gong Er nodded at him: "Old Jiang is packing the props in the back, go and help him."
"Okay." Sanjiang Shui quickly retreated after seeing this posture.
Yi Xian Tian said: "I'm here this time... there's something I want to remind you."
Lin Yue said: "What's the matter?"
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