Seventeen, Little Beijing version of the Peace Hotel (1)
After returning from the cornfield, Fei Si, the most daring gangster, was so frightened that he had a high fever for several days. It seems that everyone has weaknesses. Li Si didn't think that they really encountered a ghost that day. "Fei Si didn't see a ghost at all. He
That’s because there’s something wrong in your heart!” I don’t know whether Li Si was comforting Fei Si or sarcastic when he said this.
After Li Wu was arrested, no one mentioned the matter of tomb robbing. A week later, after Fei Si and Xiao Ji made sure that Li Wu had not caught them in the trap, they drove the broken 130 again.
The township collects scraps
During this period, something happened to Zhao Hongbing's hotel. As mentioned earlier, Zhao Hongbing met a group of gangsters while running the hotel. These gangsters admired Zhao Hongbing and Little Beijing very much, especially Little Beijing's authentic appearance.
This group of gangsters admired the Beijing stubborn master's style and fell into admiration.
Every day after 4 or 5 o'clock in the afternoon, Little Beijing would move out a Taishi chair and place it at the door of the hotel, with a cup of green tea on his left hand, a folding fan on his right hand, and Zhao Hongbing's guitar next to him. Every day he would sit here, and there would always be a few
The gangsters gathered around to listen to his talk. Every time, more and more people gathered around. When there were almost 100 people gathered, Little Beijing closed a paper fan and took a mouthful of Beijing movies.
"Chat" and then walked away
Ergou and Little Beijing have known each other for more than 20 years. Ergou admires this person very much. Ergou believes that this person has four great qualities. The first is eloquence. Of course, you can also say that he is a talkative, but Little Beijing definitely transcends the realm of talkativeness. There is so much in his speech.
The brilliance of thought that shines out in an instant is enough to impress some philosophers, and his language organization ability is extremely strong. The second is his ability to express. He always likes to talk and draw, and what the performance looks like. It is said that there are three major systems of performance: Mei
Pai, Spai, and Bupai, this person definitely integrates these three performance systems into one. The third one is definitely very skilled. To put it simply, he has fought countless fights and experienced countless dangerous scenes, but he never suffered a loss in a fight.
I have never seen him get hurt. The fourth thing is his loyalty. Not only has his loyalty to Zhao Hongbing remained unchanged for more than 20 years, but he is also willing to help some friends he has just met.
For example, what Ergou saw with his own eyes was that one afternoon in June 1987, when dusk was approaching, Little Beijing came out again carrying the Taishi chair. He looked at it from left to right, oh! If there is no one around, it would attract some people! He picked it up
Zhao Hongbing's guitar played and sang a popular song at the time, "Blood-stained Style". Zhao Hongbing only taught him how to play this song, and he could only sing this song, and he played and sang it very well and was very emotional. After all, this was a song of praise.
They fought in Laoshan, the warriors of Yinshan Mountain
"Brother Shen, you're out!" A young hooligan in his early twenties came over and said hello, "Master, let me bask in the sun." Little Beijing leaned back lazily, threw the guitar aside, and the Taishi chair began to sway.
"Brother Shen, are the gangsters in you Beijing better or the gangsters here here?"
"Each one has his or her own merits. We in Beijing are called stubborn masters, do you understand?" Little Beijing threw open the folding fan with a clatter, eyes half-opened and half-closed. That's called a leisurely mood.
"Naughty Lord? What does Naughty Lord mean?"
"Stubborn masters can be divided into concrete and abstract ones. This is philosophy." Little Beijing said slowly and leisurely after taking a sip of tea.
"Brother Shen, we really don't understand, please explain it to us." 4 or 5 gangsters gathered around.
"To be specific, the stubborn masters are a group of young people who are dissatisfied with the current situation of society and have no way to vent their dissatisfaction. They can only express themselves in society in the form of stubbornness and use their stubbornness to impact the existing ** society. Through such behaviors, they
Get spiritual enrichment and satisfaction. "Little Beijing's speech is too good. "What about the abstract ones?" The cultural level of the little gangsters is incomparable with that of Little Beijing, and they can't understand what Little Beijing is saying. "Abstractly speaking, stubborn masters
It is a spirit and a performance art that pits the individual against the whole, and resistance is its core strength. It is similar to punk. I won’t say more, and you won’t understand if I say too much.” After finishing speaking, Little Beijing shook his folding fan lightly, as if
He looked at these hooligans with a smile, "Haha, Brother Shen, we really don't understand what you are talking about. We want to know whether the gangsters in Beijing are better at fighting or the ones here here."
"Correct me again, that's called a stubborn one!" Little Beijing shook his head and said, "Yes, that's right, a stubborn one."
"As for the recalcitrant masters in Beijing, there are quite a few powerful ones here. There are quite a few of them. I can't compare them to this. Isn't my brother Zhang Yue very powerful? Didn't he kill Zhang Haoran?"
"Brother Zhang is indeed amazing!"
"Young master, I joined the army when I was 18 years old, and I went to the front line in Laoshan when I was 19 years old. I really didn't get into many fights in Beijing, but when it comes to fighting, I really didn't suffer much," Xiao Beijing said.
I'm really not bragging. Ergou has never seen Little Beijing lose in a fight in so many years.
"Then Brother Shen, tell us about your affairs on the Laoshan front line."
"In the spring of 1985, you, Big Brother Red Soldier, and a few people from our class and I went on a mission. The mountain was extremely steep... I only saw you Big Brother Red Soldier..." As he spoke, Little Beijing stood up from the Grand Master's chair and took a few steps back.
, pointing to the wall of the hotel and said, "The cliff is already close to 90 degrees." Then he put down his fan on the Taishi chair. This was the end of storytelling, and he began to perform physical performances. As he talked, he saw Little Beijing running a few steps towards the hotel.
He ran against the outer facade of the hotel wall. The hotel's outer facade was made of sand and gravel, which had greater friction. He actually stepped on the hotel wall's outer facade, which was absolutely 90 degrees, for three steps, and put his hand on the second floor.
The window sill, with a push, the person was already sitting lightly on the window sill on the second floor of the hotel.
"Wow!" The onlookers and passers-by were all impressed when they saw Little Beijing's hand. Everyone couldn't help but clapped, and more and more people gathered together.
I saw Little Beijing sitting on the window sill on the second floor, smiling slightly, applauding himself rhythmically with his hands, and then clasping his fists, "You're showing off your ugliness!"
He jumped down from the window sill on the second floor lightly, "This is the ladder you see in novels." Little Beijing lay on the Taishi chair again, drank a sip of tea, and jumped over the wall. This is real kung fu. Holding fists and thanking him, this is a stylized performance.
, this is the plum school among performance genres
"Brother Shen! Please continue talking. How did you defeat the Vietnamese after you went up?"
"At that time, the only two people in our class who could go up there were me and your big brother, the Red Soldier. Our squad leader wouldn't let us use our guns for fear of being heard by the enemy, so your big brother, the Red Soldier, and I were ready to break the necks of those two Vietnamese...
………” When Little Beijing talked about breaking his neck, his expression was solemn and deep. He completely entered what Stanislavsky called the “prescribed situation”. This is the splendor of the performance genre.
"Ah, how do you twist it? Have you been discovered by the enemy?" Little Beijing's performance was so expressive that the gangsters were worried about him. "Put your head over here and I will tell you how to twist it." Little Beijing motioned to a gangster to twist it.
He stretched his head over and saw Little Beijing putting one hand on top of his head and holding his chin with the other hand. "Left hand to the left, right hand to the right, push hard at the same time, click." At this time, Little Beijing's expression was extremely ferocious. This is a performance genre.
Buddhism in
The onlookers exclaimed, thinking that Little Beijing was really going to break the gangster's neck, but then Little Beijing gently let go of him.