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Parallel world!!!

On December 17, 1919, a month before the release of the Prohibition...

The smoke of war still permeates the world. No one likes war. Even the worst war madmen have hope for a day to rest in a ceasefire.

A year after the armistice, the soldiers who luckily returned from the battlefield were soaked in alcohol all day long to relieve the grief brought by the war by anesthesia.

There are countless drunks in the Broadway area. As soon as the sky gets dark, they will be out in groups like vampires.

He gestured to the dancer with impolite movements, cursed and whistled from time to time to try to attract the attention of the beauties.

But for these singers and dancers who are hiding on the Bailaihui stage, these terrifying guys should stay on the battlefield and never come back.

No one likes to date a drunkard, let alone imagine what will happen.

Because they yearn for a higher class, celebrity dinners are the place to show their own charm.

The Broadway stage? It's just a stepping stone.

In this silly era, nothing can be used!

...

Chinatown, a place where the big men in Midtown and Upper East Side are praised as garbage plants, also live in a group of dreams.

Like those dancers who want to enter the society, they have unrealistic dreams all day long.

Of course, there are also objective factors. The Chinese Exclusion Act is to block their dreams from becoming true.

Chinese people want to make a name for themselves and leave this garbage dump, just as ridiculous as their cousin wants to wear a dress and become a noble lady.

Well, I can't say that, after all, people in this country are dreaming, and it's fair to compare this.

Chinatown, oh no, people here prefer to call it Chinatown, adjacent to the European-style streets of Little Italy.

The two foreign groups each occupy a place where every inch of land is valuable, but their situations are completely different.

Little Italian style is full of charm, and there are a wide variety of coffee shops on the street.

Every sunny day, tables and chairs are placed in front of the store. Passers-by stop here and enjoy a cup of coffee and enjoy the sunshine.

And Chinatown seems to be able to feel the beauty of this place only when the evening comes.

Just like at this moment, the aroma of cooking fills the entire street, just like a soul-suming bell, telling everyone on the street - mother to ask you to go home for dinner.

Kenny Street was originally a canal, but it was slowly filled and turned into a main road running through the southern part of Chinatown.

At No. 49 Kenny Street, a beautiful white two-story building, the curling smoke rises slowly along the smoke channel, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

"Li Yaoyang, let you go and make soy sauce. You even lost the bottle. Why did I raise you such a waste!"

A blind old man was yelling in the kitchen, talking about Cantonese mixed with Hakka dialect like a laser gun, and was full of spitting.

"Where are you lost to your mother? You don't say anything, are you mute?"

The old man's mouthful of yellow teeth seemed to have not been brushed for decades, which was particularly integrated with the sunset that was sprinkled into the room at this time.

"Come~Come~ Isn't it just soy sauce? Wait, I'll call it!"

Li Yaoyang came down from the upstairs while yawning, with hair like a chicken coop, cloth shoes, and his empty dark circles were even more exaggerated than a panda.

He just turned 19 and took on responsibilities that he shouldn't have taken at this age.

"Shouzi, did you bring the tigress foot wash again last night?" the old man asked with a grin.

"Yes, yes, are you envious? Ask every day~"

The old man subconsciously swallowed, but cursed:

"Bastard, I envy you. That woman is heavier than you and me combined!"

"Hey~ I think you are just envious, why don't we change it?

You go to be an assistant, nanny and life secretary. I will cook and serve you at home, and I will make sure you have arranged it clearly~”

Li Yaoyang raised his eyebrows and proposed with a wicked smile.

"Roll the ball~ I won't do your job. Tell you, hurry up and find a way to pay the rent. I won't see Dao Le next week. You can get as far as you can~"

"I know, I know, I'm long-winded, I'll say 800 times a day~"

Speaking of his work at the Tiger's house, I can sum up one sentence: wiping the table and sweeping the floor, serving tea and water, and washing pig's hooves for the Tiger.

There is no way, it’s all for life, and I have to swallow my anger.

This is just a side job, his main job is a backstage handyman in the Wistan Theater.

Li Yaoyang thought that this was what the blind old man envied him the most.

In the background, there are so many beauties, especially when changing clothes, they are all white, and it is even whiter than the snowy day of the tmall.

The blind old man was not blind either, he was blind and had three and a half steps in his eyesight.

What's the meaning?

You can see the face clearly within three and a half steps, and it is blurred beyond this distance. It is difficult to take care of yourself, let alone find a woman.

You said he could not be envious, but could he not be jealous?

Li Yaoyang never minds his rude words because of this. As his most powerful attack method, it is better to curse a few words without losing his flesh than to wander on the streets alone.

He kicked the round-mouthed cloth shoes, inserted his hand into his pocket, picked up the empty soy sauce bottle on the shoe cabinet and pushed the door away.

Before leaving, I deliberately slammed the door and said a 'bang'. Those who are not sick can even scare heart attacks.

There is no doubt that behind him is the crazy curse of the blind old man.

What did you scold? You can't hear or understand.

If it were three months ago, he would never dare to do this because the last "he" was too cowardly!

Not to mention confronting each other, facing the blind old man's "Yinwei", he often dares not show off his anger.

A soft persimmon, when you go out, you will be bullied by others.

It's simply unhappy!

If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have survived in this era of cannibalism.

But his weakness ultimately hurt him.

On a dark and windy night, he took his newly paid salary home and met a few gangsters who often bullied him to block the way for money.

Because he had to pay the rent, he refused to give it to him. When he was tearing it up, he accidentally fell into the river and did not float for a long time.

He frightened those bad guys so much that he ran away, thinking that he had killed someone by mistake.

They didn't know that people were dead, but a new soul came and resurrected again.

It was probably this transformation process, nothing strange, and Li Yaoyang didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Anyway, we are alive everywhere. Although we don’t have mobile phones in this era, we also have their own unique charm.

Over the past three months, Li Yaoyang has changed his neighbors' inherent impression of him and has made a big splash.

Not only did he use his ruthless means to deal with several gangsters who often bully him, he also took time to do some good deeds.

For example, it is soy sauce for the blind old man, helping the old lady cross the road, and watching the widow.

The popularity has changed a little, from the shy guy in the past to the new generation of Chinatown.

Although his personality has changed, his life has not changed. He still works step by step every day at the backstage of the theater, and then goes to the Tiger's house to work part-time late at night.

I walked half a street with the soy sauce bottle and stopped at a soy sauce shop around the corner.

"Axiang, let's make a soy sauce~" Li Yaoyang shouted at the top of his throat, and he could hear that voice in the street.

"You're going to die? Just make soy sauce. Why do you shout so loudly?"

The little girl looked extremely beautiful, with her big round eyes dark and bright, just like she was wearing beautiful contact lenses.

She is fifteen or sixteen years old and is about to bloom, and anyone who sees her will have to give her a thumbs up.

I heard that the matchmaker who came to Axiang's house to propose marriage could line up from the street to the end of the alley.

"If I don't shout louder, you won't come out~" Li Yaoyang said shamelessly.

"You bastard, how much do you want to get the soy sauce bottle?" A Xiang stretched out her hand in anger. After she was angry, she still had to make money.

"Half... Forget it, let's get full~" I changed my mouth when I spoke.

"Huh? I'm getting rich? I've been beaten with the whole bottle?" A Xiang teased.

She was very quick-moving, making fun of her hands while making moves without any delay.

Put the funnel into the bottle mouth and pour it into it with a scoop. The aroma of the sauce comes to your face.

Such pure soy sauce can only be seen in this era.

Thinking about the very fresh and fresh soy sauces in later generations, it’s simply impossible to eat them.

"Your Brother Yang is going to do a big business next time and don't have time to serve the blind old man~" Li Yaoyang shrugged and said in a faint tone.
To be continued...