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Chapter 93 Fan Er

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    Going to see a drama with friends, not a particularly famous theater in the city.  The facade is not big, but the decoration has the style of a Broadway theater, which belongs to the kind that gets better and better the more you look at it.

    The traffic jam on the way here was severe, the car stopped all the time, and I actually got motion sickness, dizziness and nausea.  A large group of people hid in the theater and turned on the air conditioner, but I could only stand outside and blow on the hot air to breathe.

    I tried my best to lean against the wall, but was pushed by a person behind me and almost fell down the steps.  It was only when I looked up that I could see clearly that the man just thought I was in the way and pushed me away.

    I didn't have the strength to say anything, and continued to stand against the wall, holding the plastic bag uncomfortable.

    I didn't notice how the gray-haired old man appeared at the glass door of the theater with a very accent.

    On such a hot day, he was wearing long-sleeved trousers, the old style double-breasted, so I couldn't help but take a second look.

    Seeing him take out a cigarette, I turned my head away again.  I don't really care about second-hand smoke or anything, it's just that at this moment, any smell is too strong for me.

    From the corner of my eye, I saw him go to a place far away from me and light up his cigarette. Like an ordinary smoker, his face was silent behind the flames.

    The clothes on his body can easily make people feel that they have traveled back to old Shanghai.  Although he was smoking, the old man's demeanor was really attractive.

    Then a group of children ran out from inside and gathered at the door to play.  He quickly moved away from his original position and ducked onto the sidewalk beyond the eaves.  There were a lot of pedestrians and bustling there, and he stood against the wall, trying not to block the passers-by.

    Attracted by the children's jokes, I looked at them for a while, then looked up, and the old man was gone.

    Then someone quickly walked around from behind me to my side, bent over and threw the cigarette butts into the special chute with great effort but quickly.  I saw it was him, and only then did I notice that I was in his way.

    Wanting to get out of the way, he has already turned and left.  There was no shoving or shouting, although it was inconvenient for him, but he still disposed of the things in his hands in the least disturbing way.

    Looking back, from the time I saw him to the time he left, I never smelled the smell of smoke, even at a very short distance.

    What kind of self-cultivation is this so that it will not cause any discomfort or inconvenience to others.

    When the bell for the show rang, I went in with my clothes on.  The joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys on the stage were soon staged colorfully.

    When the child meets his grandfather in the countryside, he laments that his hometown has changed so much that he can no longer catch crickets.  Grandpa sang a nursery rhyme in Shanghai dialect, which was nice and funny, and the audience applauded.

    When the light finally fell on the actor, I just froze.  Wasn't he the one who was at the door just now?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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