The last night of the Golden Class

Liu Xiaoqing re-enacted the one-act play many years ago. I actually watched a lot of stage plays in those two years.

? Accompanied by a burst of unbridled laughter, when the door of Paris in Taipei opened at night, Taipan Jin was wearing a black cheongsam with gold inlay and a long red feathered shawl. He held a cigarette in his hand and gently leaning against the door. The last night of Taipan Jin has arrived.

? From the Paramount in Shanghai to the night Paris in Taipei, from the tango, crotch, and slow four of dancers, sailors, and dancers, to I love you Rose Rose, Tuberose and Dream Man. With singing and dancing, lights and feasting, the memories of old Shanghai are reappeared on this night.

From the radiant queen of the dancing country to the innocent little woman who wants to be a good housewife for love, she does not hesitate to throw away all her clothes; to the sophisticated ballroom boss who slickly maneuvers among the dancers, Jin Zhaoli is gorgeous and beautiful. The cheongsam is covered with patches of vicissitudes of life. When the down-to-earth man with a bald head, older age and a stammer took out a house deed with Jin Zhaoli's name on it, Mr. Jin knew it was time to close the deal!

On the last night, Daban Jin thought of the shy Yueru. In an instant: the sky was full of stars and everything was silent.

On the last night, she thought of the first mate, an honest man who promised to wait another five years and marry her after becoming the captain.

"We will get married, buy a ship for trading, and then open a company; have two children and send them to study abroad, and then we can travel abroad or sit on the sofa at home and watch TV , talk to the children on the phone, and then grow old together. "As the sun sets, in the hotel suite facing the sea, the first mate describes the dream of a happy life.

But who knows what will happen in 5 years?

? Now Jin Zhaoli is no longer the little woman who simply believed that as long as there is love, she will do whatever it takes. She knows that she does not have too many five years to squander. She was crying and laughing crazily, as if she had had enough of being a couple in this life. Jin Zhaoli saw off the first mate as the ship's whistle blew, and stood by the window, staring at his back, and they were separated from each other ever since.

On the last night, Daban Jin met another Yueru. The same words, the same scene, the same thing, she taught him to dance.

? The prosperity has faded, everything around has disappeared into the dark night, and gradually this month, Yueru has also withdrawn from the stage belonging to Jin Taipan. Everything is silent and the sky is full of stars.

A soft light shone on Jin Zhaoli’s dancing solo. Just like that night in Shanghai twenty years ago, she finally stood under such a starry sky on this last night: dancing

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