Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 2807 Tryst ()

In addition to the master bedroom, there is another room on the second floor with the door open. The man was a little curious and walked over.

This is a small room, with a "writing desk" by the window. On the table are stationery such as "Australian oil lamps" and inkstands and papers. Along the wall were two simple bamboo bookshelves, neatly filled with books, magazines and a miniature plaster statue. Judging from the layout, this seems to be a study room, but there is another small bed placed against the wall.

The walls were painted white and hung with a poorly executed watercolor painting. A man can tell at a glance that this is a work from an art class when a woman was in school.

The house is clean and the windows are open, looking out to the backyard of the house. It is much quieter than the bedroom facing the street. It's a great place to read and write.

The woman came up with a tea tray. I saw a man sitting at the table, concentrating on a book. The pages are very large, larger than ordinary books, whether wire bound or "Australian bound". But there are only a few dozen pages in the book. The cover made of thick paper is a color woodcut of "The Girl and the Fawn". The title is printed on the masthead: "Lingao Literature and Art". The month is the latest issue.

"You like reading this book too?" the woman muttered, putting down the tea tray. He turned around and went to the food cabinet in the stairwell to get two enamel-painted food jars and put them on the table.

"I am also a lover of literature and art." The man smiled, flipping through the journal casually.

"Yes, you also submitted articles to "Fangcaodi" at that time." The woman laughed and poured tea for the man. Fine black tea, piping hot and exuding a rich aroma.

"There are some well-written articles here. For example... this one happens to be about pickles." As he spoke, the man turned over one of the pages and gestured to the woman.

However, the woman was not that interested. She just glanced at it, muttered "What's there to say about pickles?" and handed the teacup to the man.

"I just love to read short essays like this. They are plain and simple. When I read them, I feel like the time has passed."

"It's so sour," the woman smiled, and suddenly looked at the man subconsciously.

"what happened?"

"You two are so alike!" the woman said. "You can't move away from a few books!"

"Is this book his?"

"Of course it's his, could it be yours?" The woman picked up the black tea and sipped it slowly.

"He spent a lot of money on this, right?" The man was a little embarrassed and had nothing to say. "Books" and "magazines", despite the strong promotion of leaders and various subsidies, are still "unnecessary" expenses for ordinary families. Subscribing to magazines and buying books are still "luxuries" for most people.

"He spent less than half of the salary I earned." The woman was somewhat dissatisfied. "Fortunately, I don't rely on him for food and I don't have to raise children. Otherwise, I would have to fight nine times in three days."

She opened the food jar and took out the cookies.

"Guangzhou has rare products, but only Bairen sells them in Hainan."

The woman put a cube of sugar into her teacup and stirred it with a small teaspoon.

"He's good at everything, but he likes this book better than me." While the man was chewing cookies and searching for words, the woman said without raising her head, and the spoon was scratching randomly in the tea cup, as if she was drawing a line to read. The missing ship.

"Every day I just read, and then I lock myself in my room to write. I don't know where I get the energy. When I finish writing late, I sleep in the study room, or I stay up all night." The woman sighed and said in an inaudible voice, who can bear this.

The man looked at the objects on the desk. In addition to lamps and stationery, there are many books stacked against the wall, all of which are "Australian books". In addition to the "National Dictionary" whose cover has been removed and re-glued with glue, the most frequently read book is probably A set of "Dream of Red Mansions", the book cover has been torn. There are many small notes inside.

There is a bound leaflet next to it. The man flipped through it and found the literary edition of "Lingao Times", neatly bound and stacked in chronological order.

"He still has several books like this." The woman said angrily, "They are all on the bookshelves. He has never been so attentive to women."

As expected, there are more than ten such loose-leaf volumes on the bookshelf, as well as rows of "Lingao Literature and Art", stacked in chronological order starting from the first issue. It can be seen that readers cherish them very much.

The man remembered the latest issue of "Lingao Literature and Art" on the table, and said with some jealousy: "When he goes to serve as a soldier, you also help him collect the magazine." "He has paid special attention to it, so he will read it when he comes back." The woman felt a little sad. Proud, but made a nonchalant tone.

"You quite like him." The man said, "I can feel it."

"When I married him, he was just a clerk who came to work in my father's shop. My father admired him very much and said that he would be able to do great things in the future. I thought he was a good-looking person, and he was also well-mannered and capable. He is good at writing and arithmetic, and I thought he also graduated from a high school. In fact, he only got it through night school." The woman's voice came from behind, and she paused for a long time, as if she was looking for the right word. .

"Amazing." The man said sincerely.

"Yes, he is a progressive scholar. He is the seed of a real scholar." The woman said with a tone of voice, walked to the desk, and sorted out the books and newspapers that the man had messed up: "These are his treasures, and I won't even touch them. I read here every night, and after reading it for the rest of the night, I started writing by myself. I wrote several thick piles of paper and put them in this drawer."

The woman opened the drawer, and there was indeed a pile of neatly packed papers inside, all of which were fine Australian manuscript papers. A piece of manuscript paper was carried out and landed at the man's feet. The man picked it up. There were many words written on the paper with an Australian dip pen, and there were many smears of ink. From the gaps in the smear, one can see a poem: "The morning mist and morning rain moisten the green willows, and the chicks in the fence sing new songs. The light and darkness hide the old things, but the spring breeze carries the old autumn."

The woman took the page away from the man's hand and put it back into the pile of manuscript papers. She stroked it with her hand and smiled softly: "He read a few passages to me, about wind, cloud, love, love. I also I didn't understand... Then he stopped reading to me." After saying that, he gently pushed the drawer.

The woman seemed to have forgotten the man behind her and continued to talk to herself, "He must have watched this set of "A Dream of Red Mansions" dozens of times. I asked him, is it so good? Is it better than me? You I know what he said, you are prettier than Baochai, but not as good-looking as Daiyu. I am so angry that there are no pictures in this book, it is all words. Why did he say that? I am really crazy. "

The man became curious about the topic just now: "Then why did he become a soldier again? He is doing well in the factory and has a bright future. And according to the conscription policy, people like him don't need to be soldiers in the first place."

The woman thought for a while and shook her head helplessly: "I don't know very well." After a while, the woman remembered something, "He said he wanted to see the distance."

"Far away? What far away? Just because of this?" The man asked in confusion. It was such a strange reason that he gave up such a young and beautiful woman and a promising job. It was really incomprehensible.

"Yes... Also, he said that what he wrote was very shallow because he had too little knowledge, so he wanted to go out and have a look." The woman thought of something and added, "He mentioned that there are three types of People are most likely to become writers, and soldiers are one of them.”

"If you want to gain more knowledge and experience, you can be a long-distance businessman. If you don't have any capital, don't you travel everywhere as a business representative for a company? You can even go to Nanyang!" This was even more strange. The man found it incredible.

"Who knows, maybe I think the life in the army is more exciting." The woman smiled and pointed to the Lingao newspaper placed on an empty chair. "Yesterday's Lingao Times, a neighbor brought it, said it was written by him I haven’t read what you wrote.”

The man reached for the newspaper and was about to read it, but the woman snatched the newspaper back, folded it and placed it on the table.

"Don't look, let's not look." The woman laughed, "Don't look, you don't look, and I don't look either, now is the time for the two of us."

The man smiled awkwardly, he was really a strange man with a strange wife. He and the woman were classmates in a high school, and they couldn't be said to be very familiar with each other when they were in school - they were young, thin-skinned, and somewhat affected by the "men and women don't get close to each other". I just thought she was an ordinary businessman's daughter, quite quiet. I didn’t expect that it would change so much now.

"Are you thinking about how to explain to your wife when you get home?" Seeing that the man had not spoken for a long time and looked thoughtful, the woman smiled slyly.

"She doesn't care about this." The man said with some disgust. "If she knew, she would say, 'If you like her, marry her back. I'm not intolerant of others.' Or else, 'It's good to have more sisters at home, and we can have some good friends when playing cards.'"

"So virtuous and virtuous?" the woman chuckled, "By the way, you must be marrying a girl from a rich family. No wonder, no wonder." She paused and said teasingly: "How can you still do it like this? Dislike her?"

"I don't dislike her." The man quickly defended himself.

"Forget it, I understand."

"Although it is an arranged marriage, she is quite nice and we are still in love."

"Tch!" the woman responded with a voice full of disdain, "Are you afraid that I will get involved with you? Man, do you think I am so casual, just being a man?"

"Of course not. I don't like you enough. If you had married me, I wouldn't have been happy enough." The man quickly argued, piling up all the flattering words he could think of.

"You're talking nonsense again. I think one day you will run faster than anyone else." The woman was amused.

"No way!" The man wanted to say a few more sweet words, but suddenly there was a knock on the door below.