During the summer vacation when I was nine or ten years old, the big aunt from the countryside came to Shanghai and said that my mother (my grandmother) was not in good health and wanted me to go back to see. Originally going to leave in a day, Mom and Dad wouldn't let the big aunt go anyway: "Sister! No matter what, Nong wants to go to the big world to see a play and then go, it is not easy to come. Pushing and shoving Jean, the big aunt could not agree in the end.
My brother and I are familiar with the road, running around without going to school on Sundays, and the Bund with our friends, the New City God Temple, the stone lion head at the gate of the big world, we did not touch less. The big aunt is the first time to the big world to watch a play, into the gate is separated by a wall, divided into two corridors on the left and right, one wall of each corridor is inlaid with haha mirrors. Walking to the first haha mirror, the big aunt was startled, the big aunt in the mirror was fat and short, the eyes, nose and mouth, as if squashed, squeezed up and down into a piece; the person who came out of the second haha mirror was like a thin and long bamboo pole, and the face nose and mouth were squeezed vertically into one; the person who was illuminated by the third haha mirror had a stomach like a big round ball, a head like a small ball, and two legs were thick and short; and then a haha mirror, the head and feet were still normal, but the middle part of the body, recessed backwards, was difficult to see Then to the following haha mirror, it is very funny, the whole person is like being flattened, the eyes, nose and mouth are squeezed together horizontally; there is also a haha mirror.... Ha ha! Ha ha! hehe! hehe! Oh yo! Oh yo! Laughter echoed through the hallway. The big aunt couldn't stand up straight with a smile and wiped her tears: "Haha! Ha ha! Shanghainese can figure out what a flower head sutra, oh yo yo! I can't breathe!
Walk through the haha mirror corridor. On a circular platform, a small train slowly circles on the tracks, and the grass, trees, small houses, and people on the platform are finely and realistically done, and the small train also emits a sharp whistle every few minutes. Aunt Da's eyes straightened: "The people in the city are really smart and do it like the real thing." "Where a group of children refuse to leave, needless to say, it is natural that my brother and I are indispensable. We were dragged hard by my mother, and there was an old saying that "three steps and one turn" I am sure that my brother turned back three times at that time.
Mom led us along the cloister, hall by hall, singing funny, trickstering, singing commentary... The big aunt did not look good, and went up to the second floor, there was a loud applause from a theater, accompanied by the high-pitched sound of Jinghu gongs and drums, the big aunt asked: "What is the opera, such a noisy law?" Mom said, "It's Beijing opera, it's pretty nice, go inside and have a look." Mom looked at the expression of the big aunt, and then led one by one to turn around, singing Tan Chun (the predecessor of Shanghai opera), Yang opera, Yue opera, Yu opera, and Qin cavity singing in a straight voice... Turning around, I went to a theater singing tin opera, just started singing in the nunnery to meet, the big aunt sat down with relish, and the mother mainly invited the big aunt to watch the play, naturally the Lord was casual.
My brother and I rejoiced in watching acrobatics and tricks, and it was best to have a turning over. If we watch a tin drama that is tantamount to playing the piano to a cow, how can we be patient? One will run out and one will squeeze in, at the beginning people are still embarrassed to say anything, can't stand the number of times impatient: "What people's little red guy, one look out, get out, Fu wants to affect Allah to see." Mom stared at us fiercely, raised her slap to make a gesture to hit, and could only obediently squeeze back from the gap between the legs of the people. It was quiet for less than two minutes, one would pick up the bandage, one would scissors hammer cloth, one would guess how many melon seeds were in his hand, twittering and chattering, attracting a lot of white eyes. It was hard to get to the acting break.
A lot of vendors selling snacks came and shouted back and forth in the aisle: "Five-spiced cream ~ soy sauce melon seeds ~!" ;Old City God Temple Spiced Beans~! Long-lived fruit ~ (peanut) spray fragrant long-lived flesh ~! •Crunchy ~ Sautéed Crispy Beans! Raw pear, fresh lotus ~ sweet and crisp ~! (All peeled and cut into slices to sell). After a while, two people came over, with steaming cages on their heads, and shouted in a straight voice: "Vegetable steamed buns, meat steamed buns!" Hot Oh ~~! (Shanghainese also call buns steamed buns) Mom bought a lot of vegetables, meat steamed buns, the big aunt wondered why she bought so much, Mom explained... It turns out that the big world has an unwritten rule, as long as you don't go out of the door after watching the play in the morning, you can continue to watch the afternoon play, and absolutely no one comes to check the tickets. However, you only have to stand at the gate for a second, even for a second, and then you have to buy a ticket when you enter the door.
At noon, we ate vegetables, meat steamed buns, raw pear slices, fresh lotus slices, sniffed melon seeds, peeled long-lived fruits (peanuts) to eat and drink. Then my mother led me up and down. Look at the time is almost up, only to find a good-looking play (the play in the afternoon is different) to a theater singing Shanghai opera, the sign hangs "Yang Naiwu cabbage" Mother asked the big aunt whether to see, the big aunt said: "I have seen, tin opera has also been performed, I don't know if Shanghai opera and tin opera are the same." In fact, the big aunt saw that her mother liked to watch, so she said so.
Until more than eleven o'clock in the night, the scene was not dispersed, my mother carried the sleeping Guoxing, the big aunt supported the confused me, maybe I was dreaming of returning to my hometown to pick the diamond horn to eat, or maybe... It's hard to say for sure, after all, it was nearly seventy years ago, and it was still in a dream at that time.
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About author:Zhu Lihua, 78 years old, Han, originally from Shanghai, current address: Cangcang, Licang District, Qingdao