Chapter Ten

  After that, this opera form was immediately spread to one side and later it was called Huanghua Opera, also known as "Double Yellow" with Huangmei Opera, and the village was renamed Huanghua Village.

  So, the governments of this town have always liked to use the "literary and artistic" label, often holding various literary and artistic competitions, and coming up with tacky slogans like "Literary and Artistic Stage, Economic Singing and Dancing". How is that possible? In this world, there's only "Literary and Artistic Collapse, Economic Decline". Everything is done to follow the trend of being elegant and refined. Because we have too many towns without any special characteristics, someone will rack their brains to give themselves some unique features. For example, our farmers here can paint, our tofu here is particularly smelly, our girls here sleep around casually, our companies here don't pay taxes, etc., etc. These things might be worthless, but if they're the local specialties, then they become good things. Literary and artistic pursuits in Tinglin Town are just like that - worthless nonsense.

  Huang Ying appears at the annual Spring Festival gala, singing and dancing, deeply loved by the people. The key is that she hasn't joined the local cultural department, so the government doesn't have to pay her, and she's also deeply loved by the government. Few people can gain favor from both the public and officials. She just likes to sing and dance, and show off her figure, so people here think she's very flirtatious. What kind of person is she, really? No one has ever verified it. Pursuing Huang Ying is a very contradictory thing - on the one hand, all men are envious; on the other hand, they pretend to advise you that if you're with such a woman, you must wear a condom. But if heaven gave them a chance to be with Huang Ying, under two conditions: one, no condom; and two, their own mother would lose a year of life, most men would still rush forward. This is truly a sad thing, and the environmental pollution in this town is getting worse, the elderly's lifespan is getting shorter, losing a year of life may not be much in the grand scheme of things, but in specific situations, it's possible that by the time you're done, your mother would have already passed away.

  Zuo Xiaolong had always liked Huang Ying, but this liking was a kind of liking that didn't have any premonition of intersection, so he never put it in his heart. Today, in such a gathering, Zuo Xiaolong suddenly came up with an idea and asked Da Shuai: "Da Shuai, what do you think of Huang Ying?"

  Da Shuai said: A woman like this must wear a condom.

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng said: I'm not saying that, you think we pulled her to Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng and Dà Shuài drove a motorcycle through the road with the most outsiders. This road itself is a national highway, but because there are too many factories here, when it's time for work to end, the crowd of people will fill the entire highway. The traffic police department can only let vehicles detour during the factory's closing hours, which has become the only section of national highway that has become a pedestrian street in the country.

  Zuo Xiaolong and Dashuai were riding a motorcycle through the pedestrian street, dodging the crowds. Zuo Xiaolong suddenly turned off the highway onto a small road, prompting Dashuai to ask: "What's wrong?"

  Left Xiao Long Way: Enforcement.

  The general couldn't hear clearly for a moment, and the muddy road was bumpy. The general didn't want to hold on tight, so Little Dragon could only tightly grasp the motorcycle seat.

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng took a detour behind a dye factory, stopped the motorcycle and got off, saying to Dà Shuài: "Look at this three-story small building, it's where their high-ranking officials live. They pollute my river, I want..."

  "What's going on?"

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng gazed steadfastly at the glass of the small building, his eyes revealing a resolute determination as he said: I will break through his window.

  After finishing speaking, Zuo Xiaolong picked up a stone and threw it at the window of the small building, but because the range was relatively far, Zuo Xiaolong's parabola was not reasonable, and the lethality was general. When the stone hit the bed, it had already become soft and powerless, and after collapsing for a while, it fell into the wall.

  Damn it. Said Zuo Xiaodragon. After that, he picked up another stone that met all the conditions. Zuo Xiaodragon said to Dashuai: Throwing stones is a matter of great subtlety, I actually like this one just now, it was a mistake, you see, when it's too big, it can't be thrown...too small, it can't be thrown far, flat stones are easily affected by the turbulent flow, triangular stones are easy to hold crooked, the most suitable is such a stone, elliptical in shape, smooth in size...

  The general took over: Isn't this just a goose egg?

  Zuo Xiaolong didn't continue speaking and threw a stone at the glass. Before the stone even hit its target, Zuo Xiaolong started the motorcycle and said: "Let's go quickly, it's done."

  The glass shattered into a thousand pieces on the floor.

  Da Shuai hastily jumped onto the motorcycle. The two of them stirred up thick smoke on the gravel road and turned around a village. After that, they arrived behind a plastic factory.

  The structure of this plastic factory is similar to that dye factory. Da Shuai said: I'm coming. After finishing, he picked up a stone from the ground and Xiao Long grabbed his arm, saying wait.

  Da Shuai said: Come on then.

  Wait a minute, didn't you see someone sweeping the floor downstairs? Wait until that person finishes sweeping or else all the glass will shatter on her head.

  Two people waited for five minutes and the cleaner directly sat down on the stairs downstairs to rest. Da Shuai asked: What to do?

  Although he asked this way, General had already made preparations for his death. He felt that with such a temper of this person, the stone must be thrown out to be finished.

  Left Xiaolong Road: Go eat. How's the choir?

  Isn't it said that we should use elementary school students? If a girl like this appears, won't everyone's heart be in chaos and the team disperse? It's always like this in TV dramas.

  Zuo Xiaolong said: No, no, we just lack a part of the sound. Without this part, the chorus team will definitely not work. Huang Ying does this part and it's just right. That's correct.

  The general was suddenly speechless and looked a bit embarrassed. Halfway through, the general said: "Little Dragon, your words are too direct this time. I admit that we lack a certain something... but would Huang Ying be willing to do so willingly?"

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng Dào: Nǐ qù shuō shuō.

  Translation:

  Left Little Dragon Way: You go say.

  Big General asked: Why don't you go say it?

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng Dào: I am the team leader and you are the deputy team leader. This is like the relationship between a director and an assistant director. The selection of actors is also the responsibility of the assistant director. You go.

  Da Shuai asked: Then what should I say?

  Zuǒ Xiǎo Lóng said: You just say you go up to her and say we want to form a chorus but we lack one part, your skills are very good so it's okay with just you.

  Dà shuài hái méi tīng wán jiù duǒ hěn yuǎn shuō wǒ bù qù sòng sǐ wǒ bù qù.

  Translation:

  The general hasn't even finished listening and he ran very far away saying I won't go to send myself to death, I won't go.

  Bruce Lee shook his head and said "You see, you always can't make it at critical moments. I'll come."

  He twisted the throttle and suddenly realized that it wasn't the Xwind motorcycle with a burst cylinder, but a domestic motorcycle. His confidence shrank instantly. He thought it would be better to wait until his own motorcycle was repaired before going to talk to Huang Ying again. He braked, turned around and said to Dashuai: "Let's just say it's fate, everything is fate. If I can run into Huang Ying again, I'll go find her."

  Huang Ying stepped on the pedal and sang a song as she went far away from them.