Planes during the Republic of China were naturally not as luxurious as those in the 21st century.
Hua Ting and Jian Yi were on a Douglas passenger plane imported from the United States.
The space was extremely cramped, with less than thirty seats.
This type of aircraft had a small load capacity and could not hold much fuel.
It had to be refueled once it could not fly very far.
Because of the lack of fuel, passenger planes must make frequent stops during long-distance flights.
The ticket price is very expensive, 500 yuan.
It took off at 7 am, passed through 4 stations, and landed in Hong Kong at 4 pm.
Hitting her sore waist and arm, Hua Ting couldn't help but snort.
The purpose of flying was to save time.
Frequent stops like this also wasted a lot of time.
However, compared to other means of transportation in the Republic of China, airplanes were still the fastest.
Unfortunately, this kind of speed required an astonishing price in exchange for it.
Ordinary people did not have this blessing.
When they arrived in Hong Kong, due to time constraints, Jian Yi and Shi Yin'ai went to the mission location first, while Hua Ting carried several boxes of luggage to the pre-booked hotel and checked in for the three of them.
This is her first time in Hong Kong.
She discovered that the autumn days in Hong Kong were not as dry as those in Shanghai, but rather gorgeous and humid.
Being idle and bored, Hua Ting just finished the check-in procedure and went to Lantau Island to play alone.
She was thinking about going to Chen Shu's place with Jian Yi after dinner.
Plunging into those low clouds, I suddenly felt a burst of gray mist coming towards me, and fine raindrops stained my hair.
Then I continued to move forward, raising my head, and there was still a cloud of rain on my head.
Clear blue sky.
Lantau Island certainly deserves its reputation.
Standing on the top of the mountain in Hong Kong and looking down, the large and small ships moored in the blue Victoria Harbor are swaying with the ups and downs of the waves, and the British flag is flying wantonly.
Looking north along the white coastline, you can see more muddy docks and local indigenous fishing boats floating on the beach.
On the Kowloon Peninsula, a group of white buildings facing the harbor are dotted in the middle of the mountain.
Like Shanghai, most of them are colonial commercial buildings or mansions of the rich.
The poor are crowded in dilapidated and simple shacks, as dense as fish scales.
In the narrow lane Tangao.
Why does it look so similar to the beach?
There are many thin, dark Chinese and blond gringos on the street.
The only difference is that they speak smooth Cantonese and English with various accents.
Hua Ting likes this city, and also likes its accent and tone, so her Cantonese singing is not too smooth, but she just can't speak in vernacular.
Hong Kong, known as one of the three natural seaports in the world, was gradually swallowed up and occupied by the British colonists who won the Opium War in the mid-to-late 19th century.
From 1841 to 1898, Hong Kong Island, Kowloon Peninsula, the New Territories and surrounding areas More than two hundred large and small islands in the ocean came under the rule of the British Empire.
The prosperity like floating clouds can cover up the roar of gunfire, but it cannot dissipate the apocalyptic desolation and panic in people's hearts.
Today's Hong Kong in 1935 is still a small and primitive place compared to Shanghai, which is full of wealth and tycoons.
However, compared with Shanghai, which is surrounded by Japanese artillery fire and various warlord forces, it can be regarded as a more peaceful place.
Paradise.
It's getting late, and some food stalls and small restaurants under tenement buildings are starting to open in full swing.
The smell in the air is very different from that in Shanghai.
It's filled with fish egg powder, raw mixed soup, fried and stuffed three treasures, and fried food.
Tangy aroma such as large intestine.
Hua Ting sat down at a wonton noodle stall on the street.
The wooden table with one leg missing was rickety, and the wonton noodles that had just been served had a lot of soup spilled on them.
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She didn't care, so she rolled up her sleeves and started eating.
But several young people at the next two tables stood up in unison, staring sharply at the proprietress who was happily writing down the meals in a small book.
Looking at this battle, Hua Ting vaguely felt that something was wrong.
The proprietress was slow to react, and it took her a long time to finally look back.
Hua Ting lowered her head and ate the noodles seriously, her almond-shaped eyes lowered indifferently, thinking that she really couldn't live anywhere.
One of the leading Ma Chai said angrily as she expected: "How dare we brothers eat with such broken wooden tables and chairs?"
Fortunately, I usually watch a lot of dramas, so Hua Ting can generally understand what Ma Zai said at the moment.
"Oh," the landlady quickly dropped the notebook in her hand, "It's a small business, brothers, just make do with it."
Her words were flattering.
Ma Zai, who was taking the lead, was obviously very angry and had already reached out to his right trouser leg with one hand.
Hua Ting took a mouthful of wontons and sighed, her chivalrous heart bursting out again, "A few guys are going to war over a few broken wooden tables and chairs.
It's obvious that they can't accomplish anything big."
What Hua heard said attracted the attention of everyone present.
This young lady does not dress like the fashionable girls in Hong Kong today.
Instead, she wears a plain shirt, plaid trousers, and a pair of casual women's leather shoes, which are not securely worn.
Her legs sway gently, revealing her snow-white ankles.
The proprietress and several young men carefully looked at her Mainland outfit and wondered whether it would be better to speak in vernacular or Mandarin.
The horses looked at each other in confusion, wondering who this bold woman was.
When no one responded, Hua Ting continued: "Everyone, sit down and have a nice bowl of wonton noodles.
The food in this shop is pretty good."
How could she be so calm and calm?
Ma Zai, who was taking the lead, was not convinced.
"Where did you come from, you are a woman?"
He wanted to take the gun from his trousers.
Unexpectedly, Hua Ting moved one step faster than him and had already pointed the gun at him.
Aiming at his head, his right hand slowly held the wontons in the bowl.
The posture is obviously different from that of ordinary women.
Ma Zai was stunned, and the brothers behind him were unable to move as if their acupoints had been stabbed.
"I told you to sit down and eat a bowl of noodles."
Hua Ting pretended to be sweet in her tone, but there was a layer of murderous intent in her eyebrows.
After looking carefully twice, the person behind Ma Zai stepped forward and whispered something in his ear.
Ma Zai's expression changed instantly.
"It turns out to be the famous Miss Bai from Shanghai."
Ma Zai followed her accent and spoke some awkward Mandarin, and gave an instruction with his right hand.
All the brothers behind him sat down in unison, with their right trouser pocket feeling stiff.
The barrel of his gun was knocked against the wooden bench.
"You know me?"
I felt uncontrollably vain for a moment.
I didn't expect that my fame would come to Hong Kong.
"I often see it in newspapers."
Ma Zai's face was full of smiles, and he gave her an editor's ceremony with a literary style, "Miss Bai, I'm disrespectful."
"Oh, your Hong Kong newspaper will also publish some things about Shanghai."
Hua Ting put away the gun and continued eating noodles.
"That's a common thing," Ma Zai followed and sat down, "Shanghai is more lively than Hong Kong."
"not necessarily."
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Seeing the leader sitting down, the boys unconsciously opened their chopsticks and served a few bowls of hot seafood noodles.
As if they were facing an amnesty, the few people quickly buried their heads and started eating.
Hua Ting brushed her hair out of boredom, closed her eyes and said nothing.
The boys couldn't understand her emotions and had to keep silent, and they were afraid that she would be annoyed if she didn't eat well.
For a while, the only sound was the sound of chewing pasta.
"By the way, where can I go to see a movie in Hong Kong?"
Hong Kong is indeed very small.
The narrow streets and high-rise buildings on both sides are tightly packed.
They are not comparable to the spacious asphalt roads of Shili Foreign Market.
Not to mention the theater.
The area of less than 50 square meters had no seats at 6 o'clock.
When Hua Ting entered the theater, she had to stand on the corridor on the second floor and look down.
What is being sung on the stage at this moment is the classic Palace of Eternal Life.
Remembering our former alliance, we will not forget it.
Today, I am in this room and you are in that room.
Hua Ting leaned against the corridor on the second floor and watched the two people in robes and hats singing a sad and touching play on the stage.
"This play has been sung for a hundred and eighty times, and more and more people come to listen."
A woman took out her handkerchief, smoothed her face, swept the heads downstairs and sighed, "It can be seen that if it becomes Jiao'er, it doesn't matter whether you sing Cantonese opera from Guangdong and Guangxi or Kunqu opera from the Mainland, and it doesn't matter whether your ears are full of pain, there are always people who like it. " The accent sounds like a northerner.
Hua Ting didn't bother to talk, so she responded with a smile.
As soon as the woman passed by her, her eyes slowly wandered from the corner on one side of the stage to the man in black who was sitting in the third row from the bottom in the theater lobby.
A little light leaked into the dark corner of the theater, and the light and shadow were dim and yellow.
You could clearly see the dust suspended inside.
The dust moved slowly, neither falling nor rising, as if it were frozen time.
Not too fast, not too slow, just right.
The man's expression was indifferent, and he looked towards the stage where the drums were densely packed.
He became thinner and seemed to be silent.
Time softened his edges and hid his joy and sadness from the corners of his mouth into his eyes.
Hua Ting lowered her eyes and stared at him, twitching her eyelashes, then twitching again.
His robe is well cut, but the stitching is not as fine as in Shanghai.
The cuffs are ivory, which is still his previous preference.
The din of gongs, drums, and fireworks in the theater instantly penetrated her ears, causing her eardrums to hurt.
Her singing voice was pulled up layer by layer.
It was not her throat that was abraded, but her heart that had been hanging for a long time, and she was pinching out a sharp high note.
When I suddenly wake up from a deep dream, I can't recall the past alliance but forget it.
Today, I am in this room and you are in that room.
This encounter seemed as long as a century.
How could her first meeting with him in Bremen, their kiss on the street, Shiliupu Wharf, Paramount and Cai Bingrong suddenly feel so far away?
She straightened her wrinkled cuffs and turned to go downstairs.
The staircase was very short, with no more than fourteen or five steps.
Hua Ting stood on the corridor and held on to the handrail, but she still felt unable to move forward.
Do you feel that you are owed something, or that you have failed me?
To be continued.
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