On a seven or eight o'clock night in March, pubs all over London flocked to the ticket gates for the back seats and top seats of the theatre.Bang, bang, a series of clangs.The terrifying bang kicked off the weekend carnival night.But that still didn't cheer up the receptionist who waited patiently under the four columns of the "Sethbees and Tupsey Kelly" theater before the show began.Looking around, there is no one. At the entrance of the Irving Theater, there were already five people occupying two steps, huddling together to keep warm. Greek tragedies were originally neglected. The "play box" was empty before, because it was only open to some specific audiences, so it became a forgotten place.There was a three-week ballet troupe at the Elena Amphitheater, and ten people lined up for the top seats, and a long line for the bottom back seats.However, at this time, there were long queues at the two ticket booths in front of the Wuffington Theatre, and people kept pouring in.After a while, a burly guard squeezed into the queue at the back seat on the ground floor, stretched out his arm like a guillotine and shouted at the crowd: "Everyone is full except for the standing seats." He tightened his strong Triceps pushed away a few weak sheep in the flock, and retreated to the glass door of the magnificent hall of the theater to keep warm.A long queue remained where it was, which was nothing to those who had been in line for three hours.They chattered and laughed and gnawed at chocolates wrapped in silver paper.All but the standing seats were full, and even so, those people were still happy to stand and watch the final week of Don't You Know?This musical, written by the Londoners themselves, is also the last masterpiece. It has been staged for two years. A few weeks before the performance, the front seats and balcony seats have long been booked.Smart young girls are always reluctant to line up, but their tricks of waiting to pay bribes at the gates or jumping in line at the ticket gates are obviously not working.There was hardly a single person in London who didn't want to squeeze into Wuffington to see this play and get his long-cherished wish.They wanted to see Gawley Glenn, who had been saved by a brave manager from the train tracks, and whose fame had been given a chance by fate, to give an account of his ludicrous encounter.They want to warm themselves up again with the touching Rey Macbeth.For two years, this shining comet illuminated the empty hearts of people and eclipsed other stars.Rey's dance is like falling leaves, and Rey's indifferent smile once advertised a certain toothpaste for six months, and it became popular for a while. "Her inseparable charm" is what everyone says about her, but her fans claim that's an exaggeration.Whenever people use inappropriate words to talk about her extraordinary temperament, these fans will shake their hands and review these comments with grim faces. Like other good things, she is going to America.

After two years, London would be a barren desert without Rey Macbeth.Now, who doesn't want to see the last beauty of a beautiful woman? At five o'clock in the evening, the sky is drizzling, and the biting air current sweeps the line of rain from beginning to end half-jokingly, but no one is discouraged by it ——Even if the weather is quite cold tonight, these trivial tests are just appetizers for them.The front of the line moved, and the Cockneys lined up made the entertainment group in the dark alley start to stir.At the beginning, a few little ghosts who distributed leaflets came, with expressionless faces and clever eyes. They quickly passed through the line like burning their buttocks, causing a lot of noise and scattering papers flying all over the sky.Then a man with legs shorter than his body lay on the wet rough carpet of the sidewalk, pulling knots at his own limbs, and, as if by accident, he made himself look like a spider at last; and then, his mournful toad His eyes suddenly lit up, and he rushed unexpectedly into the crowd of tens of thousands of people. Only then did the dull bystanders realize that they had been tricked.

The former is followed by a pop violinist, so absorbed in his sound that he doesn't notice that his E chord is a half-tone higher.Then, almost at the same time, came an emotive folk singer and a three-piece orchestra, and for a minute or two they frowned unhappily at each other, the soloist having the upper hand over the first comer, with a The song "Because You Woke Me Up" came out on top.The head of the orchestra hastily grabbed the guitar and handed it to his deputy. He stretched out his elbow and raised his palm to introduce the tenor in the group. The tenor looked over the head of the head, trying to ignore his existence, but found out It doesn't make sense, because the head of the regiment is half a head taller than him, so everything is in front of him.The leader continued to introduce the members of the orchestra to the queuing audience. At this time, the folk singer vibrated his voice and protested severely. Two minutes later, he disappeared in the dark alley cursing and complaining, and the orchestra began to play the last dance piece .This was much more modern than the old tricks of the resurrection of Jesus, and the crowd immediately forgot all the poor victims of persecution, and beat their feet to the rhythm with vitality.After the orchestral performance, magicians, preachers, and a man tied himself in a fake knot and pretended to be free.

The show takes turns, one after another, and everyone lines up before leaving, limping but stalking, sticking their hats into the line that is barely moving, saying, " Thank you for your support! Thank you for your support!" Encouraged the audience to give generously.After the theatrical performance came to an end, vendors who sold snacks, matches, toys, and postcards came out one after another.The audience either paid them off with a penny, or just found a gadget they were interested in. At this moment a tremor went through the ranks--everyone in the world knew what had happened.Ottomans were tossed aside or folded into bags, food disappeared, purses revealed.A thrilling gamble full of love is about to start.Is it to win, or is it a missed opportunity when it is close to the ticket gate? The mathematical calculation of the ticket purchase operation at the front of the line is not as accurate as that at the back. It's the English, not the Scots - someone pushes forward lightly, adjusts their seats, and the breathless crowd at the ticket gate starts to move forward, so that they can get to the door as soon as possible.The rush of transactions, indicated by the clink of coins on the brass, was a relief for the lucky ones who were in paradise.Similarly, these sounds made the already tight queue move forward unconsciously. It was not until the people in the front row began to protest that they heard the sound of their own lungs being crushed that the police entered the queue to mediate. "Hey, stand back! There's still a lot of time, everyone, don't squeeze." From time to time, someone was released from the front of the line in twos and threes like a broken bead on a necklace, and the line was able to stagger forward a few inches.In front of me, a fat lady clumsily holds a wallet and wants to take out more money.She should have prepared the exact amount of money in advance.Her folly of leaving others behind was quickly discovered.As if aware of the hostility of others, she turned to the man in the row behind her and said angrily, "Hey, I would appreciate it if you didn't keep pushing me, when everyone is being unreasonable, Can't a lady pull out her purse gracefully?"

But the man she accused didn't react, his head dropped on his chest.The indignation in her small beady eyes reached only the top of his fedora.She snorted, turned to face the ticket gate, and put the money she had just paid for a long time on the counter.As she did so, the man fell slowly onto his knees. Those in line behind him watched as he knelt there motionless, then lay face down on the ground. "The kid passed out," someone said, and no one moved.Time-conscious people arm themselves to protect their own interests.They worried that the good thing that had been waiting in line all day would be in vain, and they thought that maybe someone else would take care of the young man.However, no one does.These people are more selfish than the other, and no one is willing to step forward to help this exhausted young man.As he fell, his body slumped into a loose ball, the stab wound to his back sent those around him scrambling away.A woman screamed three times at the top of her voice, panicking; pushing and pulling, the originally numb and ruthless team suddenly stood still.

Under the cold white light of the ceiling lamp, the man's body was left alone by the instinctively retreating crowd, and every part of his body was exposed.A handful of silver dicks slanted across his gray tweed coat, gleaming sinisterly and ominously. It was a dagger. Almost before the howls of "police" exploded, the guards rushed over from the otherwise safe line.The woman's first scream alerted him that something was wrong.Unless someone died unexpectedly, no one would scream so terribly. He stared at the scene in front of him for a minute or two, the man's body curled up on the ground, he turned the man's head to the light side, then let him go, and said to the person at the counter: "Call the police, call the ambulance .”

Frightened, he turned to face the line. "Anyone know this gentleman?" Everyone stared at the dead on the ground without saying a word. Behind the man is a couple who are happily married.The woman kept sobbing, expressionless. "Please, let's go home, Jimmy! Please, let's go home!" The fat lady standing opposite the counter, overwhelmed by the sudden shock, held her ticket tightly with her hands in black cotton gloves, reassuring herself that she still has time to go home. Reserve your seat on this play.In the queue at the back, the news spread like burning ashes—someone was killed!—some people lost interest in the fun because of the news, and returned disappointed; The indignant demanded the reserved seats they had been waiting for for hours; the crowd on the porch slope began to swirl in hopeless confusion.

"Please, let's go home, Jimmy! Please, let's go home!" Jimmy spoke for the first time: "I don't think we can go home now, honey, until the police decide whether we should stay or not." The guard heard him and said, "You're right, you can't go now. The first six in line have to stay where they are—including you, ma'am." He made a special statement to the fat lady, "Others can Move forward." His waving gesture seemed to be directing traffic to avoid a car that broke down halfway. Jimmy's wife began to sob harder.The fat lady complained a lot.

She wants to see that play, and she doesn't know this guy at all.The four people in line behind the suburban couple were equally displeased at having their weekend ruined by something that had nothing to do with them and whose outcome was unknown. With one voice they proclaimed their innocence. "Maybe," said the guard, "but you'll have to describe the circumstances. There's nothing to be afraid of." He tried to reassure them, but he was rather unimpressed. The team moves on.The porter brought a green curtain cloth from nowhere and covered the body.The tinkling of the copper plates came and went, like raindrops dripping on their own.The concierge sympathized with the plight of the seven implicated hapless ghosts, and contrary to his usual inhumanity, reserved a few good seats for them.Soon, the ambulance arrived, and the police also rushed to the scene from the Gaobji Police Station.The inspector conducted a brief interrogation of the seven people detained at the scene, left their names and addresses, informed them that they must be ready to be summoned at any time, and then dismissed them.Jimmy took his weeping wife by the arm and left in a taxi.The other five sat calmly in the seats reserved for them by the porter.

The evening performance of "Don't You Know?" just kicked off.