Roaming in the world of film and television

The scorching sun shines in the sky.

There is an old scalper on the road leading to the farmland, and next to it stands an old farmer wearing a straw hat and a towel blackened by sweat and stains around his neck. His face cannot be seen clearly, but there are some spots on his slightly hunched back and curled trouser legs. Judging from the varicose veins in his calves, he must be at least sixty years old.

"Old man, may I ask you what day it is today?"

Lin Yue asked in Cantonese.

Although it is a difficult problem to investigate, since I have returned to the world of "My Captain, My Group", I must go and see Meng Fanlia, Ayi and others. If you have difficulties in life, you can also help. One or two, after all, they can be regarded as brothers who have gone through life and death together. In this case, HK will naturally have to go away.

The old farmer pushed up his straw hat and looked at him with a slightly hollow look. It seemed strange. The question asked by this strange-looking man was even stranger. Are you sleepy? Asked what date it was, but for the sake of the young man’s good looks, he answered truthfully: “July, the 39th year of the Republic of China.”

39 years of the Republic of China?

1950?

He remembered that it was 1945 when he left. Counting the time, it was only more than a year in the real world, but it had been five years since we were separated here?

This time conversion... is wrong.

Not to mention the time spent on regular tasks is the time he spends watching movies and TV series. Even if the time flow rate is 1:1, it shouldn't be five years in the past, right? What the hell does this happen?

"Thanks."

Saying thank you, he turned around and walked towards the main road at the end of the country road.

The breeze blew by, stirring the cress-colored rice ears on both sides, sending a scent of vegetation.

Lin Yue was not too surprised to appear in the farmland area, because the arbitrary gate was originally opened in Lion Rock. At this time, Hong Kong had just experienced the war and had not yet entered a period of development. Even Kowloon City was an urban-rural junction. , let alone a suburb like Lion Rock.

What made him feel more gratified was that although the literary work "My Captain, My Group" was no longer available in the real world, the world of friendship and friendship he had experienced did not collapse.

Just when he came to the main road and was about to launch the Type IV Blackfly drone to investigate the surrounding environment, dust was rising from the east, and a convoy of military trucks bumped towards him.

Considering the special situation in the north, he was not surprised.

Transportation is inconvenient in this era, so if you encounter it, let's take a ride.

…

after one day.

In a house next to Tung Tau Village, one kilometer away from Kowloon Walled City.

Xiaozui, who was wearing a green cloth coat, was worrying about the moldy quilt on the rainy day. When he heard the footsteps coming from the door, he quickly stood up to greet them.

"You're back?"

Meng Fanlao, wearing a gray chalk-striped suit, walked in from the outside with a briefcase under his arm. Before he even entered the room, he took off this awkward foreign thing.

"It's so hot, young master. This foreigner can really... pretend. If you have to wear a layer of this outside on a hot day, aren't you afraid of getting prickly heat?"

He is from the north. He fought in Zenda for three years and stayed in Hong Kong for another five years. He still can't get used to the sultry weather that is the signature of the south. The key is that the humidity is too high. When the body sweats, the surface of the skin feels like a paste. There is a feeling of suffocation in the mucous membrane from top to bottom.

Xiao Zui quickly took his clothes and hung them up. The suit was no better than the coat and vest worn by the unloader at the dock, let alone the coarse cloth gown worn by Shangdi. It was expensive.

"Okay, no matter how hard your job is, how can it be as hard as Snake Butt and Kang Ya's? Don't those foreigners also dress like this?"

"..."

Meng was annoyed and stopped talking.

It is true that working in a trading company run by the British is quite embarrassing, but compared to Kang Ya who unloads goods at the dock and Snake Butt who runs a fish stall, it is naturally much better.

"What do you want to eat tonight? Dad was craving wontons two days ago. I want some made in the north."

"Will the wontons be divided into southern and northern categories?"

Meng was annoyed when he thought about his old-fashioned father and had a headache. Thanks to Xiaozui's good temper, if it were a local girl from HK, she would probably have to flip the table every three days.

"If you want to cook it for him, cook it for him. I won't have dinner at home and go to drink with Milong."

He and the old man have completely different views on many things, but the other man is still a father no matter what. He has deserted to save the old man in the past. It can be said that he is better than most people in fulfilling his filial piety. Okay, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have his own temper. There are some things that he can't afford to offend and can hide from.

Xiao Zui soaked the towel on the washbasin stand in the water, squeezed out as much water as possible, and handed it to him to wipe the sweat on his face. Meng Fanfeng's work place is in Yau Tsim Mong District, which is Tung Tau. It takes almost half an hour to ride a bicycle in the village. Wearing a suit to get off work on a hot day, you can imagine how hard it is physically and mentally.

Of course, there are buses from Kowloon City to Victoria Harbor that you can take, but taking buses back and forth is not free, taxis are unaffordable, and rickshaws are not cost-effective. It seems that it is more convenient to get around by bicycle.

"Don't bother Mi Long. He is no better than before. Now Shangguan's sister is pregnant. If Mi Long is not at home, who will be responsible if something happens to the adults and children?"

After her reminder, Meng Fanglia gave up the idea of ​​going to drink with Milong. Lei Bao needed someone to take care of him, and Shangguan Jiici couldn't work hard with his big belly. Although the neighbors could lend a hand and take care of him, for the sake of being with his buddies, My son shouldn't be able to do it if his son drinks alcohol and leaves his wife and children at home.

No, if provocation is used, this self-proclaimed Northeast man will go to the date for the sake of face. But after that, whether the two of them had a quarrel behind closed doors or were forced to kneel on the washboard is unknown to outsiders. .

Meng Fanxiao said angrily: "Then I'll go find Ah Yi."

Xiaozui gave him a big eye roll and said nothing.

He himself knew that it was so late at night, and it was unrealistic to go from Kowloon to Shau Kei Wan to drink for several hours.

Xiao Zui said: "Dad said something a little too hasty, can't you bear it?"

"I have endured it for four years. I thought I would get used to it by staying here, but it turns out that it has become worse and more extreme every day."

Meng Fangli's face was a combination of helplessness, anger, and a bit of disgust. His mother was a man who upheld the principle of husband and wife, had no temper, and got along well with Xiaozui, while his father, an old scholar, had never known Xiaozui before. What did you do in Zenda? How do you look at me every time you eat... In the past two years, my mother has been in poor health. She has been taking care of the Meng family's daily life. As a result, the old man is as blind as he can't see. As for There was no way for her to give birth to a child for Lao Meng's family. He has made up his mind that if he still can't do the old man's job this year, then a bully will come to him. If Xiao Zui has a big belly, can he force her to abort him?

Not only that, this old man scolded foreigners almost every day, saying that Hong Kong was occupied by the British. While driving the Japanese back to their hometown, they should also give the British some color to prevent them from riding on the Chinese people. The old man has such an impression of the British. You can imagine what kind of sarcasm he, a son, will face when he works in a British trading company.

This is my biological father.

If not...

Meng Fan felt annoyed when he thought about it.

Dong dong dong...

A knock on the door woke them up. They had been busy talking just now and didn't notice anyone passing by outside.

Xiao Zui tilted his head and looked over Meng Fanglia's shoulder to the person coming.

A white round-neck short-sleeved T-shirt, with some stains on the chest that may be vegetable oil or insect body fluids. From a housewife's point of view, it is not easy to wash. Below are the bloomers and cloth shoes that dock workers and coachmen love to wear. This outfit smells of "poorness".

"Who are you looking for?" She didn't react for a moment.

Meng Fanlao turned around, waiting to ask questions, and his eyes touched the face of the visitor, those eyes that were looking at him, his heroic eyebrows, and his mouth that always had a faint smile.

How can it be?

"Lin... military seat... no... Lin Yue..."

The sound of "Lin Yue" woke up Xiao Zui next to her. A closer look revealed that he was not the benefactor of her relationship with Meng Fan.

"Xiaozui, pinch me quickly... pinch me."

Meng Fanglia thought it was a dream and wanted to know if it would hurt to give his thigh some pain.

Chen Xiaozui, who had no status but was willing to serve the Meng family like a nanny, stammered: "They all say you...you...you..."

"You said I'm dead? Or missing?"

Lin Yue was not surprised that they would have such a reaction. There was no news for four years. You must know that he was a military commander and there was no official explanation. So everyone could only think that he was dead.

"Is it really you?"

Xiaozui didn't pinch him, but Meng Fanfan pinched himself, and the flesh turned red, because he was afraid that it was fake, and it hurt so much that he grimaced in pain, but the distortion on his face was soon replaced by ecstasy. He almost ran forward, hugged the shoulder of his good comrade who had been through life and death, and slapped him hard.

"Where have you been these past four years?"

"Are you trying to be pretentious?" Lin Yue pushed him away: "Look at your sweat, it smells worse than when you were in Zenda."

Meng Fanxiao looked him up and down several times: "You have the nerve to think I'm dirty?"

In the past, in the army, Lin Yue was the superior and he was the subordinate. Even if they had a good relationship, they had to be careful about what they said and do in front of the soldiers. But it is different now. Everyone has no official position and a low status. Naturally, there is no need to talk about superiority and inferiority. Young and orderly.

Lin Yue looked at his outfit and laughed. In order to walk on the road inconspicuously, he bought it from a farmer in the suburbs with a wild fox. Of course, it couldn't be new clothes, so he could barely wear them.

"Brother Lin, just wait, I'll get you some clean clothes."

Xiaozui's biggest problem is that she likes to please others. This may be related to her original experience. She fled from Sichuan to Zenda alone. In a chaotic environment, the best way for women to save their lives is to show weakness and pretend to be pitiful.

Lin Yue waved his hand: "This is not urgent."

Xiao Zui said: "Then you are hungry, I will go cook now."

Meng Fan said: "What else are you going to cook? Go buy something ready-made. There is a vendor selling Guilin Sanhua rice wine at the intersection today. I think the business is good, so I'll go get a few cans."

He didn't bother to go to Ayi for a drink, because his father, who was stinkier and harder than the stones in the latrine, didn't give anyone any respect. But for Commander Lin, he was really convinced, and besides, he was an old man. The great benefactor of the Meng family will definitely not be embarrassed by this meal tonight.

"Then let me find some clean clothes first." After Xiaozui finished speaking, she walked towards the back room with a happy smile. Her ponytail was swung around, so everyone knew that there was a happy event in her family.

"Look at me, I'm busy talking. Come on, come inside and sit down."

Meng Fanlie's behavior is less frivolous and more stable than four years ago. He was a student soldier back then, and to put it bluntly, he was a young man. After several years of resistance, it has been five years since he came to HK, and his temper is definitely better than before. Mature.

Lin Yue walked into the living room. The house must have been bought from local villagers. The floor was made of large pieces of blue bricks, and two pieces were broken. There was a square table of jujube wood in the front, and an official hat chair popular in the Ming and Qing Dynasties on the left and right. , it looks a bit old, and it doesn’t match the square datewood table in the middle, but ordinary families are not that particular, not to mention that they came here as refugees and were able to buy a house and settle down in an area close to Kowloon City. Compare this to the ten years after they fled to Hong Kong. The situation of people is much better.

Three photo frames, one large and two small, were hung on the east wall. They were taken by the Sichuan Army when they were in Zenda. One photo every year from 1941 to 1943. In the 1941 photo, Kang Ya, Snake Butt and others were all so hungry that their faces were yellow and their muscles were thin. Hao The faces of veterinarians are like old tree bark. By 1943, these people had flesh on their faces, especially Krupp. His big face was so fat that a piece of it could feed a family of five during the New Year. Only Milong Nothing has changed, because regardless of whether other people eat well or poorly, his life as a child has always been good, except for the occasional homesickness where he would howl "My home is on the Songhua River in the Northeast" and then curse the wind at the door for blowing the sand. Got into his eyes.

There are also "graduation photos" taken at the Lanjia training camp. Li Wula, a recognized coward, was trained by the Allied instructors, and his energy and spirit were different. There were also photos taken after he was sent to India to fight, and finally Japan surrendered in 1945. Finally, it was the last group photo of people from the Sichuan Army. Although they had different faces and different costumes, one emotion was the same - happiness.

"Clothes." Xiaozui quickly walked out of the bedroom and put the folded clothes on the chair: "I'm tired of wearing them. It's too late today. I'll go to the cloth shop to pull some cloth to make a new set for you tomorrow." of."

Women in the old days were generally very handy. It was not difficult to make a pair of cloth shoes or cut an undershirt. Xiaozui was good at housework, so he could naturally handle this.

Meng Fanlao thought she was too verbose, so he quickly pushed her away: "Hurry up and buy some food and drinks. As for clothes... If you're in a hurry, just go to the clothing store and buy a couple of pieces."

"Then you remember to make tea for Brother Lin, but I'm afraid the water in the pot isn't hot enough."

"Okay, okay, I understand, you can leave quickly."

Meng Fanglia sometimes thought that his name was not given by the old man, but was given by God, because he met such a verbose woman who wanted to do everything from doing laundry, cooking, cleaning pots and sweeping the floor, including cutting his nails and rubbing the mud in his nest. No matter what, I don’t worry about anything, I’m getting annoyed every day.

"Brother Lin, do you have any taboos?" She twisted her body and raised her head, with her pigtails wrapped around her neck, looking a little funny.

"He didn't, let's go quickly." Meng Fanglia almost pushed her out of the yard.

As a comrade who once ate in an earthen stove, he certainly knew Lin Yue's eating habits. He ate the least amount every time, but he never chose. Sometimes he would share the meat in his bowl with recruits who could not name him. This made Snake Butt and the others quite unhappy. A rookie who didn’t know where he came from might be shot in the next battle because he charged too hard and lay down too slowly. It would be a waste to feed them meat. .

"Do you think she's a little annoying?" Lin Yue looked at the former adjutant who came in from the outside. Although his eyes were twinkling now, compared with before, there was less nervousness and cleverness, and only what was visible to the naked eye was I'm tired. I don't know whether it's because I haven't recovered from five years of rest, or because it's more difficult to deal with the British and the locals than it was to deal with the Japanese.

"..."

Meng Fanxiao didn't say yes or no.

But in most cases silence is the default.

Lin Yue sighed and said, "She is like this because she lacks a sense of security. She will subconsciously please you and her friends, seeking to be needed and have stability in this world."

Meng Fanlai felt a little awkward, asking a murderous military commander to figure out a woman's thoughts.

"You sound like you understand women very well."

PS: I originally thought that 2 chapters would be enough to fill in the gaps, but I didn’t expect that I would have to add 2 more chapters. It will almost be officially finished on September 3rd.