The feudalism of the old society divides society into different classes, i.e., what is often said. Among them, it is regarded as the lowest of all, the “lowest.” The feudalism of the old society divides society into different classes, i.e., what is often said. Among them, it is regarded as the lowest of all, the “lowest.”
Unlike modern societies, today ‘ s big red and white, respectable artists are inferior, despised and even invisible in old societies.
Selling is a business. Singing, singing drums, commenting books and speaking together are traditional arts. But it’s the worst and the worst. It’s kind of an acrobat.
In order to get business, to get the eyeballs, to get the money, to be able to do all sorts of unexpected “drama projects” in the acrobat class. As a result, performers are either dead or disabled, leaving behind life-long effects.
The bitter girl Hung Ying is the representative of this group and the stories that have taken place on her have condensed the sadness and suffering of this group.
I’m loading… the hard-breeding.
1.
North Ping South City, 1932
Eight-year-old Hong Ying entered the training grounds of the Cow Ying Fu Circus for the first time and began her miserable career.
The master of the class, Young Fu, is a middle-aged man of five shorts, shaved his head and showed his fierceness. He had an ugly scar on his face, from the corner of his right mouth down to the right earlid. One look scares the kids.
The master of the oxen, with a three-foot wooden stick in his hand, will cry back and forth in the rehearsal, and whoever dares to slack off and to talk, he will walk in silence, swinging his wooden stick twice, then ripping his throat open and screaming, “What is not lazy and lazy and lazy!” One day it tickles. You’re all living and dead. I’m good and I feed you. You have to practice! If you want to work, you can’t make money for me. Look how many flowers are there in the street. One of you people counts as one. I’m sorry.
It’s a deterrent, it scares the new man, he doesn’t even dare lift his head.
In the absence of a red-engineered leg position, the master of the class said nothing but that he would pull her in front of the windowsill, raise his leg and put it on the windowsill. She was then killed until the face of Red Ying was attached to her knee.
In the middle of the day, Red Young was in pain and screaming, “Mother, help me! I’m sorry.
Waiting for her to shout, the master waved his hands and fixed his hands to his ankles, and the other hand swung a wooden stick, and hit him on the leg on the ground, squeezing: “Push back!” Pull back!
Where did the Red Young suffer from this sin, the big bands of his legs were as painful as tearing. She cried and her voice was mute, and none of the children who practiced around her had dared to squeak, and no one even turned his head. Because they’ve been through this since they first arrived in the acrobat class, they’ve been so numb to this cry.
Red Young twists his thin body and tries to break it off, but he’s stuck like a chicken.
When one leg is over, get someone to hold her and then press her! Red Ying is in pain so cold and sweaty that his crushed leg is numb and he can’t fall.
The other leg was on the window, and it was torn again!
It’s not over yet. It’s over and over.
The masters had the red Ying sit on the foot of the wall, separated on both legs and pushed towards the foot of the wall until the legs became a word. In order to keep her legs from coming back, the master asked two and a half children to move to two large stones and to die on her legs.
It’s called a crossbow, with new recruits who are said to be able to tear their necks apart.
Red Ying cried all over his face and suddenly fainted as soon as it was dark.
After some time, Red Ying felt someone was filming her face. Open your eyes and look at a girl half-headed above her, wearing a thong with a patch and a raisin on her face, but with a gentle look in her eyes.
Red Ying just tried to speak, but felt the pain and the tears ran out.
From childhood to age, where she suffered such a crime. It’s nothing but fear in the heart, and I don’t know where, and I don’t know who to tell.
The girl softly said, “Does it still hurt?” Don’t be afraid, it’s the first time you’ve done it. It won’t hurt. I’m Fukuko. Call me sister. “Fukuko wipes his tears with his dirty sleeve.”
The sky is blackened and Fukuko brought a bowl of rice to Red Young, but he can’t eat it. Fukuko can only groan, cuddle and lay on the ground.
It was only then that Red Young learned that the training grounds were also a place to sleep at night, and that boys and girls slept in one house, and that it was not wrong to be able to sleep in a place where there was no difference between men and women, where there was no family, where there was no room.
With the help of Fukuko, Red Ying climbed to the mat and came with a rotten smell. The family is poor, but it’s been covered from an early age, thinking about it and crying.
She’s afraid to cry out loud, afraid to argue. The two legs are sore and the fire sores of the heart, they want to shout.
I haven’t been lying down for a while, and I’m like, “Back” and a dirty pants on my head.
Red Ying looked down and saw a girl aged 14 or 5, whose body had clearly developed, standing aside.
The girl was also skinny with two thin yellow hairs on her face, and looked at her with one face: “You’re the new girl, you’ll take my place!” After that, you have to reach out to the red and English hair.
Fukuko’s in a hurry to stop. “She’s just arrived today. She’s in pain. I’m sorry.
Yellow Hair stares at his eyes, “Boo!” I’ve been out all day making money for you, and you’re here to hide! I’m sorry.
Fukuko is busy saying, “Why don’t you wash your pants later?” I’m sorry.
Yellow Hair has caught Fookko in his hand and doesn’t seem to want to stop.
Fukuko immediately said, “If you’re not finished, I’ll go to the boss.” I’m sorry.
As soon as Yellow Hair heard it, the mood was weak and he said, “Humming” at Fuzi, he threw his hand away and turned his head.
Fukuko looked at the shadow of the yellow hair and stomped on the floor and whispered to Red Young: “She is not a good thing, but stay away from her.” I’m sorry.
He said, “Who is she? Why is she so powerful?”
And Fukuko put his voice down and said, “She is the red man in our class, and those outside love to see her, and give her more. But the lady doesn’t want to see her. I’m sorry.
He asked, “Why?”
Then Fukuko came near, and said: “I once heard from my boss’s wife that she was a fox, and I didn’t know anything else. I’m sorry.
Hong Ying also asked: “Is it true that you said the stretching won’t hurt in a few days?” I’m sorry.
And Fukuko Noded, and said, ‘I came first, and cried straight, and it didn’t hurt.’ We don’t have to starve here. If we go out, we’ll have to eat. It’ll be over when you get what you can and make money. I’m sorry.
Nod in red and quiet.
In the middle of the night, the red-engineered twitched rags were sorely asleep in their legs that she remembered her mother and her brother with tears.
But she can’t go home. She’s long gone.
2.
Red Young’s home is closed, except for his parents and his brother.
In 1993, after 918 events, the Japanese occupied the three eastern provinces, and the family had become more and more difficult to live and had to flee to.
They went to North Ping while begging.
Hong Ying’s father was in bad health, and he died before he arrived in Beijing. His mother, however, could not even pay for a thin coffin and had to bury him in a mass grave.
The three orphans and widowers had to eat all the way to Beiping and stayed in a fire shop south of the bridge.
Most of the people who live in these little shops are homeless and beggars, because they’re cheap and they’re a big guy.
There is only one large-scale house, with all kinds of people living in one room, with many of the bottom of society, such as pedigrees, shoplifters, addicts and thieves.
In winter, in order to keep warm, a pit is dug up on the floor of the house to keep the wood warm and the whole house is smoked. This is why this is called a “fire” shop.
By summer, the shop was hot and damp and it was raining, and the original yellow land in the house became muddy.
The people who live in the store will be thrown out early in the morning, begging on the streets without the means to do it; the able people will sing some folk songs and make two little money.
Red Ying’s mother went to the streets with two children during the day to beg and had to go back to the smoky shop at night. A crippled old man who saw them and said to the mother of Red Young, “It is not a matter for you to follow you in order to eat. In such a place, your daughter will be in trouble sooner or later, rather than find a way out for her. I’m sorry.
“Where can we find a way? I wanted to sell her to a house, to be a girl, but they say it’s a people’s land and it’s a crime to sell people. I’m sorry.
The crippled old man said, “Then let her learn. I see you’re a good girl. Maybe the circus will take her in. It’s better to eat than to suffer. I’m sorry.
A few days later, Hong Ying followed his mother to find the oxen-rich circus and stood in front of the cattle master.
The master left her when he saw her in the red and he was softer. Red Ying’s mother signed a “life and death papers” with the Bull Master for 10 years, which, while the people are not allowed to buy or sell, is similar to a sale contract.
If you sign the Death and Life Act, you will have to pay for the money you earned. If the middle is out of practice, various expenses and losses, such as food and wear, are covered.
Mothers were illiterate and had a handprint on the handwriting, and red Ying was in the class.
3.
Red Young is not only practicing, but also working for the boss’s wife. The boss’s wife was better than the master’s, and he was married to her only daughter because she had no son. So if you’re any good at it, you’ll have to give the boss some credit.
Every day it’s dark, Red Ying must rise up and burn. Before you go to bed at night, you’ll have to wash your feet for the boss. One time, the water was hotter, and the boss’s wife kicked Red Young in the side.
Red Ying’s head fell on the legs of the table and blood came down on her cheeks, but she didn’t dare to say anything.
The next day, Hong Ying was practicing with his wounds.
There’s a couple of kids in the acrobat class who are used to each other’s injuries. There were no protections in the field of training, such as mats, at best a few extra layers of yellow soil on the ground, which, if they were not careful, would be cut, a bag of rags would be taken and continued. It’s often the old wounds aren’t right, new ones come back.
Moreover, they were either born to their parents who could not provide for them, or were taken by their masters, where there was at least a place where they could live and where injuries would be nothing for them.
Little Red Young thinks she’s suffering, but she’s too young to think the world and people, and she and her companions are about to experience a more painful reality.
Red Young came to his class in the second winter and the cattle master recovered a skinny little boy from outside the sun. He doesn’t know his name. He looks like he’s only six or seven years old, and he comes here and he’s forced to practice like Red Young.
I didn’t know this little boy was sick, and he was coughing all the time, sometimes all red, and he couldn’t breathe.
As soon as the master saw him, he kicked him in the foot, and then looked at his big eyes like copper bells and said, “Play me sick.” You can cough up here! I’m sorry.
In a few days, the boy was getting weaker, burned red and fainted. That night, the master said he was going to take him to a doctor and ask a hand to go out with the boy.
Red Young never saw that little boy again.
The other guys never mentioned it again, like that little boy never showed up.
The acrobats of the old society were hard to find in the halls of grandeur, all of which were troupe, engraved and staged. The center of the site was set up with a long-wood flagpole to perform in the open.
Traditional acrobatic programmes include shivering bamboo, climbing poles, slingshots, dancing knives, swallowing swords, pulling bows, playing with swords, drilling blades, climbing mountains, rocking locks, and all kinds of hard work, soft arts, tops, technical skills, etc. Most of them are cyborg eyes, and they’re too dangerous to see anymore.
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In order to attract the audience, the cattle masters, despite the children ‘ s death and survival, often let them perform some exciting and horrific programmes.
One of them is the “Air Shaft”.
First, a large wooden pole was erected on the ground, with a slider at the top, a large rope crossed through the wheel and two of the ropes leaned against the ground.
Before the show, a little girl’s long hair was combed up, covered up to her head, and tied to the end of the rope.
One person pulls the other side of the rope, hangs the little girl in the air, while another pushes the little girl, causing her to swing back and forth in the air and make all kinds of dangerous moves.
Red Ying is the best person to play “the air” because she’s small and soft and can only practice her basics in a short time.
No one in the acrobatic class wants to perform this because they call it a “crawl” and they’ll get killed.
Imagine how painful it is to put all the weight on your head. In every performance, the red Ying will cry, but they will not be able to turn their mouths, and they will have to smile, or they will not be happy, the audience will not buy, and they will be beaten by the master.
The higher the hanging, the greater the swing, the more excited the crowds down there are, the more loud the noises, the higher! Higher!
People look at the tremors of the poles and turn around in the air until the girl who is in pain until she struggles, and she gets so excited that she gets crazier and throws the big boys in the middle of the scene.
They’re looking, hoping, as the girl moves more and more, the pole can’t take it, and it’ll snap!
Keep throwing money! Keep swinging!
This is how the brutal and brutal desires of people grow, and the master earns a lot of money, and the poor little red young man almost falls to death several times.
It was not until she was a little older that the project was replaced by a younger girl.
4.
Red Young grows up every day, and his face is full. By virtue of her remarkable appearance, Red Young received more money and became a new “post pole” in the acrobatic class, where she and Brother Bao’s “show” became famous in the area of the bridge.
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It’s not like other acrobats to talk about their skills. I heard that the cattle master had also been trained in martial arts when he was young, and that in one of his trainings, one of the students who was performing “Gold Chicken Independence” was standing on his feet, fell down and smashed his head and went crazy.
He’s a strong man, and he’s a big man. On the table, legs up, feet up. Red Ying either stands on the feet of Zhong and does all kinds of soft moves; or puts a shelf like a long ladder on the feet of Zhong, where she acts forks, gold chickens independently and even one hand upside down.
Unlike other acrobats, the shelf on the foot of Zhuong, is long and thin. When the red-eng stands on top and the tremors perform all kinds of moves, the people who are watching are caught in their hearts, but they are excited to leave.
The two men worked together and never missed, but on that day, something bad happened.
In the middle of the day, Hong Ying and Bao Zhong were performing in the streets as usual. Just as Red Ying slowly stood up on his feet, just as he stood up; he only felt a wind blowing, lost his eyes, panicped when he was tickling, a breath of relief in his chest, and then twitched his leg.
The Red Young was not prepared for it, and was immediately shaken down. The sound of boom, stomping on the back of the table, and before I could scream, it was so painful…
5.
Red Young opened her eyes and it was dark because she had a small, famous horn, a single room, a broken bed.
Wondering how she got back to bed, she only remembered that she was standing upside down on her feet this afternoon and suddenly fell down. She was unconsciously trying to protect her head, but then she fell on her back, and it was a very painful moment.
She tried to sit up, but it didn’t work. It broke. Where’s her leg? Why can’t you feel anything?
Fukuko sat next to Red Young and cried red with his eyes.
Red Inton was having a hard time lifting the covers and her legs were still there, but she was shaking and she said to Fukuko, “Fook, my legs are not feeling.” I’m sorry.
And as soon as Fukuko heard, his tears fell again, and he cried, saying, “Do not worry, Dr. Guo has spoken, and will be well.” I’m sorry.
Is this paralyzing? “Where’s Dr. Guo? I’ll ask him myself! I’m sorry.
And Fukuko saw Red Young in a hurry and whispered in her ear: “Doctor Guo said that you have broken the back of your spine, and that you have to find a doctor and a doctor. But it’s going to cost a lot of money.”
Red Young is cold.
“The master wanted to hire you a doctor who said that the money tree that had just been planted can’t be destroyed, but the boss’s wife is in a hurry to hear it and says he’ll be cured and his kung fu will be gone. So… she stopped the master and said that whoever brings you up again with a doctor, the money comes from him. I’m sorry.
Red Ying was desperate and cried, saying, “Let’s just head down and die.” I’m sorry.
Then Fukuko covered the mouth of Red Young, and said: “Don’t say a word of grief. Dr. Guo has spoken, it is better to lie still.” Just… don’t know how long. I’m sorry.
Red Britain shook his head, in despair, and his eyes closed, and he said, “Do as God commands.”
Since then, Red Ying has had to lie down every day and eat and drink only with blessing. In order not to be ignored, she took over all the stitching work in the class.
In the meantime, no one visited her. Red Ying thought that there was a lack of humanity and that the boss’s wife did not allow anyone to visit and was afraid to delay making money.
Red Young didn’t want to die; she remembered that when she was a child in her home, Japanese soldiers in yellow uniform took food from her home and injured her father; the tragic circumstances in which his father died on the road; the mother and brother who were missing; and the ill-treatment she had suffered in an acrobatic class.
Is that what you deserve? Should the poor be held accountable?
No! No! She must stand up and live!
6.
Red Ying’s only fun every day is listening to the little girls next door who sing the drums and practice their throats, and in the middle there’s scolding and crying of little girls.
Wei, in his 60s, is blind and can only see from the light. Hong Ying used to see him teaching those little girls to back-song and never saw him lose his temper, let alone beat people.
Red Ying was lying on the bed, listening to Wei’s string, listening and singing.
The voice of the red English singers has aroused some dissatisfaction.
Since Red Ying became a new post, the yellow hair has been suffocating its bad breath. In the wake of an accident, Hong Ying became crippled and became more and more spoiled.
However, the yellow hair saw Hong Ying lying on his back and eating free meals every day and was still angry. She got a chance to talk to her boss.
The lady kept looking at her yellow hair, but now she’s looking at Red Young. After a “recall” to her, the boss made a determination.
One night, a shadow sneaked to the head of the red bed, carrying a pillow. Only the shadow took his pillow with his hands and his feet, pointed it at the red mouth and his nose, and smitten it.
Red Young struggled to awaken the blessed children who were with him in one bed.
When Fuko opened her eyes, the boss’s wife was dying with her face on her pillow. She couldn’t stop thinking about it, and she jumped at the boss’s wife.
The boss’s wife was so big, Fukuko couldn’t take her hand and saw Red Ying swinging his arms and screaming, “Stop! What do you want? Another shadow went into the house and pushed the boss’s wife to the side.
The boss’s wife had no chance to kill her. I knew you and this punk were so full of shit. Take her and get the fuck out of here! Don’t let me see you again! I’m sorry.
Bao Zhong raised his fist at the boss’s wife and said with a low voice: “If you don’t give up, Red Ying will be paralyzed until now.” I’ll tell you what, I’ll sue you before you go to court! I’m sorry.
When she heard it, she thought, “If she did, if she didn’t go to court, she wouldn’t have to pay for it, she’d still have to suffer.”
It’s hard to think of the boss’s heart, but it’s impossible. “If I hadn’t pity you, you would have starved to death!” Sooner or later, you ungrateful people will be recompensed! I’m sorry.
When the boss’s wife came back to her room and fell into the door, the red young man was relieved.
All of a sudden, she felt her legs sore, as if a group of ants crawled through her legs.
Her legs are feeling!
7.
Red Ying can move slowly, but it’s far from the show. As the only person in the class who eats free meals, her life is still difficult. And that’s when seven or seven things broke out.
“The Japanese are going to Beijing! I’m sorry.
“Run away, the Japanese soldiers will kill and die! I’m sorry.
People panic.
Who’s got an acrobat?
The master immediately packed his house, took the others to Chungking and left Red Young alone in Beijing. While she was worried about her livelihood, she found another equally lonely man, Wei.
The drummers also escaped, only Wei wouldn’t leave Beiping. He grew up here as a child, as far as he had ever gone to the gutter. He said, “Death is in his own house.” I’m sorry.
Wei’s father is a flagman, likes eight drums. It’s a profession Wei used to sing drums for young girls, but his eyes were getting worse.
When Hong Ying looks at Old Wei, he asks himself to worship Wei as a teacher, learn to sing drums and take care of his life.
Who knows that Wei was not pleased and that he was silent for half a day, that he could not say, ‘Do well, you will live your life, and you will suffer for three generations.’ It’s hard to get out of this business. I’m sorry.
“What have I ever had?” said Hong Ying. I’m just trying to make a living. Singing drums is much better than playing acrobatics, and I’m the one who died once. I’m sorry.
Wei started teaching Red Young to sing drums. Red Young is smart, has a good voice, has heard a lot, and now he’s learning fast. In order to earn a living, Hong Ying followed Wei while learning drumming, and began her career as a little girl at the Guang Library.
It is called the “Quin Library” by actresses, and each of them has a few young girls who have just begun their musical career, also known as Little Girls’ Classes.
These young girls, sitting on the bench behind the stage, facing the front, and the guests at the table drink tea and listen to the song, will have a fellow with a folding fan whenever he comes to the guest, stretches the fan in front of the customer and asks the customer to sing.
The fan has the name of a drum song, such as “Tai Yu’s Funeral Flowers”, “Long Feng” and “Ruda’s Democrats” and so on.
It’s a lot better than that.
But the money paid by the guests is not all for the little girls themselves, first half for the bookstore and the rest for the fans, so only a quarter at most.
The Quin Library sometimes invites famous singers, while the young girls serve them and make tea and water. The horns come by the agreed time and leave after singing, so the other role of the girl is to give the horns a free maid.
Sometimes they do not have to be able to sing a song for one day, especially when they are not good-looking, they are not good-looking, they are the most tired, they spend the longest, they earn the least.
These young girls are usually bought and placed here as money-scrambling trees, and if they make too little money, they are beaten.
Hong Ying and Wei are going to sing in the eight alleys when they come out of the Gon Library to make more money.
The guests who went there were happy and proud and paid more.
However, it is not uncommon for Red Young to be harassed because of his good looks, and it is common for him to be drunk. Wei’s eyes are not good, but his ears are good and he can see the minds of those people. And when something went wrong, he said: “My granddaughter is still young, so forgive me, but if she is drunk, my blind old man will not return to my home, and if he meets the Imperial Army, our lives will be lost.” Please let her do it for the sake of a blind old man! Thank you. Thank you.”
The Japanese are dissatisfied with the usual guests, and it is hard to see the great-grandchildren, and it is no longer hard to be strong.
8.
Among those who work at the Skybridge, there are wrestlers, one of whom is Cloud Six.
Yun Xiaoxiao was also born of misery because of the poverty of his family and the number of children he had been sent by his parents to the horse master’s wrestling court.
Wrestling is the most labour-intensive of all, and the horse masters are the ones who fear that they will eat her house and keep their eyes on her every day. Anyone who’s going to get congee, she’ll have to yell at the street. If anyone eats an extra nest in front of her, they’ll get a clean head.
There’s a lot of wrestling. It’s hard to get out. Sometimes, in order to make a name for themselves, other people are needed to die.
Yun Xiaoxi was originally admired, and had a reputation along the bridge, but his luck was interrupted by the Japanese.
In the autumn of 1937, a Japanese officer in horse boots, five large and thick, came to Yun Xiaoqiao.
According to the interpreter, the Japanese used to be a wrestler in the country, so they came to China and tried to find a Chinese.
Makoto listens and wonders: “It’s the trouble that can’t get away with it. The challenge was well received.
When the Japanese saw Yun Xiao’s body was thin, they had to come up with a “sweetie” and threw him back on the ground. But China wrestled, and Yun Xiaoqiao walked away, and then he swung under his feet, and the Japanese fell “dogs eat shit”.
“Yes! Nice fall! “The people who are watching drink.
Yun Xiaoxie didn’t think it would be so easy to take the Japanese down, see everyone say hello to him and throw money at him, rushing all around.
The Japanese were sitting on the floor with a black face suffocated with eggplant and staring at their backs at their clouds. All of a sudden, he was kicking his foot…
The clouds fell down on the ground as soon as it hit him with a hammer.
“The little Japs make a dirty move! “Someone’s shouting.
Yun Xiaoxie tried to stand up, but he couldn’t make it. He heard the Japanese screaming, and he sensed that he had been hit again several times.
The clouds are not small.
With a bad waist, the future of the wrestlers is largely hopeless.
But only Master Ma and a few close brothers knew that Master Ma had spoken to them and could not pass on it.
Six months later, Yun Siu, who had fallen over the Japanese, appeared again in the wrestling court, except that he had another mission to celebrate his own teacher.
Yun Xiao’s reputation is still there, and if you can beat him several times, you’ll be next.
When Hong Ying met Yun Xiao, he was on his way home with a bag and face. Suddenly, a Japanese food truck arrived from the corner. Yun Xiaoxi was beaten twice by a Japanese soldier with a whip, not only his clothes were cut, he was injured, he had his pockets broken and his face spilled.
Ma returned to her eyes, saw the food on the ground, took a flat on the side of the road and hit her face in the direction of Cloud Six.
Yun Xiaoqiao has suffered, but cannot hide, and is beaten with his head.
Red Ying passed by, saw Yun Xiao 6 and was beaten up, saying, “Ma’am, please stop fighting and pack up your noodles and bring them home so that you can make a porridge.” He’s coming to step on it, he’ll have nothing left. I’m sorry.
As soon as she heard the point, she put down her bollocks.
You look familiar. Isn’t that the pretty girl who sings the drums?
Red Ying looked at the young man’s gruesome eyes, and he went down to help him collect the food on the ground. Yun Xiaoxian is grateful, thanks to you.
Red Young has grown so big, she hasn’t been told thank you. She’s got an exciting face and smiles at Cloud Six.
Starting on that day, Yun Xiaoxie waited on this road for Hong Ying to go home with her and Wei.
The hearts of two miserable people are getting closer.
9
Red Ying is not only a good singer, but also a beautiful one, with more opportunities to perform in the Quan Library and more money to earn.
But there’s more people, yes or no.
On that day, a rich son of Sue gave her 20 bucks to sing “Prostitutes in the Spring” — a obnoxious song that only prostitutes could sing.
The next bunch of rough old men wanted to watch the show, but they stopped, and the rich guys yelled, “The drummers, the bitches, what the fuck! It’s just money.”
Red Ying was listening to screams in the backstage, crying unstoppably. After all these years of earning a living, I thought I’d be able to live on the stage, but I thought I’d be in the best position.
That night, Red Young and Wei were cut off in a few places.
“The drummers who earn money from my son want to go away.” I’m sorry.
He said, “Why did I just walk away? I’m sorry.
“Hey! Don’t flatter me, boys. Tie this little bitch back! I’m sorry.
Wei was in a hurry, trying to protect Hong Ying, but was pushed to the ground by a few punks, so he fainted.
Red Ying cried, led the passers-by, ran away. Two good men helped Red Young get Wei to the hospital.
Wei saved his life, but the cost of his medicine caused trouble. Had to, to save Wei, Hong Ying had to go to the manager of the library.
When he arrived at the library, he saw Mr. Feng and Mr. Su sitting together. When he saw Red Young, he had a winner-like smile.
Mr. Feng came to me in a hurry and said, “O Red Young, I’ve heard about Wei, I’ve just been negotiating with Mr. Soo. But you’re here. I’m sorry.
Red Inden doesn’t feel good. “Help me?”
Mr. Soo said, “I know you’re short of money, so I can help you with the money Wei’s in the hospital, so that you can…
“Can what?”
“You can stay with me. He said he put his hand on his shoulder and smiled.
Red Young feels sick.
Master Soo is a gambler, and if he falls into his hands, the rest of his life will be ruined. She wants to turn around, but what about Wei? How can Wei leave her all these years as her master, as her grandfather, as well as as the people who protect her?
The pure Red Young had to come from Lord Su.
10,
A few months later, Mr. Wei was in good health and left the hospital, while Mr. Su was tired of red Ying and showing his true face. So he was not the son of a rich man, but a man who was a con man, who had always wrapped himself up as a rich man, attracted the helpless woman to the hook, or forced her to go for it. When you get tired of it, you give those women to the brothels.
“You’ve got to give me back the money for Old Wei’s treatment. I’m sorry.
Then the Red Young stunned and said: “Did not you agree that you would pay for the hospital? I’m sorry.
Mr. Soo showed up like a scoundrel and took up his legs and said, “Who said that?” Any notes?”
Hung Ying was rushing up and slapping his son so hard, he punched him in the chest half a day.
Sioux, I’m gonna kill you, you bastard! It’s only red and English that wake up and they’re playing with themselves!
I can’t believe it. It provoked Mr. Soo to punch and kick him in the face. Then, after the atrocities, Soo-suk laughed, and raised up a string of red-engineered hair, saying, “I will not kill you, but what good will you do?” I’m sorry.
During the same night, Red Ying was tied up and taken to the Chinese Qing Quan brothel in the Four Temples.
The old man in the brothel, called Wong Wing, is the famous female tiger in this business.
Before the Republic, many prostitutes were bought by brothels. However, trafficking in human beings is prohibited in the country, so women who are sent to brothels are usually given the name “packages”, i.e., renting, sign a document and indicate a time limit of several years.
Only, falling into Wong’s hands is equivalent to a leg walking into a ghost door.
Huang and her husband Huang Shujii often ill-treated prostitutes, tied up women who disobeyed and beaten, and used various kinds of torture. In the words of Huang Shuji, “The Chiefs of Police in North Ping and I are brothers in worship, and they will kill you, but they will do nothing but defile me.” I’m sorry.
When Wei got the letter, he was in a hurry to find someone to take it and report it to Yun Xiaoxi.
Yun Xiaoxian has long heard that Hong Ying has been taken over and that he hates himself for being incompetent. Now that we’ve seen Wei come to him for help, we have to take some of our brothers to the Chinese brothel.
As soon as Red Ying was tied to a chair by Huang Ying, he was whipped with whips, and the brothers went up to the floor and threw him and his beaters, carrying him.
The power to make friends is so great that sooner or later they will be avenged, and Yun Xiaoxi and Hong Ying left with old Wei overnight.
They moved around, first to Tianjin, then to Hebei, Henan, where Red Ying and Wei continued to live on the basis of singing, while Yun Xiaoxiao left people to do nothing to support themselves.
Three people lived in poverty and did not dare to return to North Ping until a new China was founded in 1949, when the working people who suffered were liberated and all brothels were abolished.
In 1950, a group of Huang and Huang Shui were sentenced to death, and Red Ying witnessed their taking of the gun.
Old artists have been transformed in the new China and incorporated into various chorus groups. The Red Young finally achieved a steady monthly wage, becoming a respected artist and no longer a lowlife.
11,
Why would an artist be classified as a lowlife in the old society? I think it’s more than that.
Most of the people who watch the performances of artists come from the bottom of society and are oppressed. Some will have good intentions, but others will seek out more vulnerable groups than themselves.
It’s better to find a psychological balance and to vent their displeasure with society. In short, the ungoods lock their targets on the artists.
In old societies, artists are tools for people ‘ s entertainment, and their social status is almost identical to that of prostitutes. They earn their food with joy and are vulnerable. And the poorest of them, all the way up to them were the food and clothing parents, all the men.
Until the liberation, workers in all walks of life became equal citizens, and there was no more 369-year-old society.
References:
“The Skybridge Trail.”
Dreamback Beijing
The World of the Eight Flags.
“The Bridge of Heaven in Beijing.”
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
