siege

Chapter 6

Perhaps because there were too many dead in the war, the unspent vitality of the dead burst into spring business.That spring, the weather was particularly good.This agitation of spring makes people feel like the gums of a baby when its teeth are erupting, being itched by a kind of vitality.Shanghai is an explosive city, and there are no mountains, rivers, flowers and willows as a place to settle down in spring.The plants and trees in parks and residential gardens are like wild animals in iron cages in zoos, restrained and lonely, not enough to vent in spring.When spring comes, it can only be placed in people's body and mind, adding diseases and infections, adding cases of adultery, alcoholism and fighting, and adding pregnant women.The last one is a good sign, because the wartime population should be replenished.But according to Mrs. Zhou, most of the children born this year are ghosts who died in vain, and they rushed to reincarnate to find their age in the previous life.

For the past few days, Fang Hongjian had been drowsy during the day and sober at night.When I woke up in the morning, I heard the birds chirping in the trees outside the window. I was happy for no reason, and looked forward to it aimlessly. My heart seemed to lose weight and go straight up.But this joy is empty, like a balloon released by a child, it bursts into nothingness within a few feet up, leaving only the nameless and flickering melancholy.He was fidgeting and trying to move, but he was sluggish and unable to exert energy, just like a poplar flower fluttering in the spring breeze, but its body is light and weak, and it will not fly far.He felt that this kind of sleepy and confused state of mind was exactly like the situation of a boudoir hurting spring written in the lyrics.Now that women don't bother to hurt their youth, it's ridiculous that they can't get rid of such stereotyped emotions for being a man in vain!For example, a woman like Miss Bao has no time to hurt her youth, but what about Miss Su?She's hard to tell; she's a sentimental old-fashioned model.Let's say goodbye on the boat. I don't know how she is doing recently.I promised to go to see her, why not go once?Knowing that maybe there will be troubles from now on, but life is too boring, and there is too little ready-made girlfriends!It's like a person who can't sleep, he doesn't care about the harm of sleeping pills, and he wants to see the comfort first.

When Fang Hongjian arrived at Su's house, he imagined that Miss Su would rush into the living room, laughing and yelling, scolding himself for not going to see her sooner.The concierge served tea and said, "Miss will come out." The peach blossoms, pear blossoms, and lilacs in Su's home were in full bloom. Qingming spring.A window in the living room was open, and the scent of flowers baked by the sun was so strong that it stuffed the nose and was so warm that it made the mind dizzy.The scent of these flowers, like the smell of onion and garlic, is plant-like and meaty, as if it came out of the hair at a summer dance party.Among the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, there is a screen note written by Shen Zipei, recorded Huangshan Valley's poem, the first sentence of which is: "The scent of flowers smokes one's mind and makes one want to break Zen." Hung-chien read it and understood it not far away. This kind of flower fragrance has indeed violated the precepts, and it is almost the same as eating meat.He looked over the calligraphy, paintings and antiques in the living room three times, just thinking that Shen Zipei's feet when he wrote the word "person" looked like the little feet bound by an old mother in Peking, the upper legs were as thick and straight, when the lower part suddenly paused slightly, and it was over, and it was over. It is a foot!Miss Su just came out.Her indifferent smile was like a bleak day on a cold and snowy day. She shook hands and said, "Mr. Fang hasn't seen you for a long time. Why are you here today?" With cold-blooded shark fin.It was fine when we parted, but why did we become so awkward when we met again?At this time, his psychology was as if a student who was cramming for an exam had slept all night and found that the homework he thought he was familiar with was still raw, so he had to lie and say that he was in Shanghai for a few days and came to visit.Miss Su politely and thoughtfully thanked him for "coming", and asked him "where is he proud".He murmured that he hadn't looked for a job yet, and wanted to go to the mainland to temporarily help out in a bank organized by his relatives.Ms. Su glanced at him and said, "Is it the bank opened by Mr. Fang's Yue family? Mr. Fang, you are so mysterious! When did you have the wedding wine? We have been classmates for many years, and you still kept it secret. Did you get a Ph.D. Came back to get married? It’s really a gold medal, and the bridal chamber is a double happiness. We are not lucky enough to pay our respects to Mrs. Fang!"

Fang Hongjian was so ashamed that he couldn't bear it. Remembering the news in the "Shanghai News", he hurriedly said that it must be from the "Shanghai News".So he scolded the "Shanghai News" and described the reasons for the father-in-law and the fake doctor in a spring and autumn style. Buying a fake diploma is his own playfulness, and recognizing his relatives is his own way of following the common customs.He also said: "When I saw the news, I was the first to think of you, thinking that you would laugh at me and look down on me. I even got into a lot of trouble with my nominal father-in-law because of this."

Miss Su's expression gradually changed: "Then why bother! Those vulgar businessmen of course only know that they have to pay for the delivery, and they don't know that learning is not based on signs. What are you fussing about with them! Then After all, Mr. Zhou is your elder and treats you well enough. He has the right to publish that piece of news in the newspaper. Anyway, who will pay attention to that piece of news, and those who see it will forget it when they turn their backs. You are already cynical in a big place , turning to the subsections to be serious, the contradictions are too ridiculous."

Fang Hongjian sincerely admired Miss Su's beautiful speech, and replied: "I don't feel guilty after telling you this. I should have come to tell you earlier, you are so eloquent! You said that I can't understand the details. Open, these words are especially profound. The big things in the world seem to be handled casually, but the small things can't be excused at all. For example, corrupt officials take tens of millions in bribes, but they will never steal other people's pockets. My humorous attitude, Not completely."

Miss Su wanted to say: "That's wrong. I don't steal money bags because they are not worth stealing; if there are tens of millions in the money bag, stealing them is as safe as taking bribes, and he will steal them too." But her Without saying a word, he only glanced at Hung-chien, then looked at the patterns on the carpet and said, "Thanks to your incomplete cynical attitude, otherwise people who make friends with you will feel chilled, and I'm afraid you'll just put off face. I was laughing at them in my heart."

Hung-chien hastily exaggerated his assurances, how much he valued friendship.Talking like this, Miss Su told him that her father had gone to Sichuan with the government, her brother had also gone to work in Hong Kong, and only her mother, sister-in-law and her were left at home in Shanghai, and she herself wanted to go to the mainland.Fang Hung-chien said that maybe the two of them could travel together again.Ms. Su talked about a cousin who studied at their alma mater in Peiping for a year, but the university was moved inland due to the war. She suspended her studies at home for half a year, and now she plans to return to school.This cousin happened to be visiting at Su's house today. Miss Su went in and asked her to come out. She met Hung-chien and would become her traveling companion in the future.

Miss Su brought out a petite girl in her twenties, and introduced her, "This is my cousin Tang Xiaofu." Miss Tang's charming round face had two shallow dimples.It has the natural good complexion that ordinary women would spend money and time to imitate, it is so fresh that people forget their thirst and feel hungry after seeing it, just like a good fruit.Her eyes are not particularly big, but they are flexible and gentle, making many women's big eyes look like politicians' big words, big but useless.Classical scholars look at her good teeth when she talks and laughs, and they will wonder why ancient and modern Chinese and foreign poets are willing to become women's hairpins, belts around their waists, mats for their bodies to sleep on, and even shoes and socks trampled under their feet. as her toothbrush.Her hair is not permed, her eyebrows are not tweezed, and her lipstick is not applied. She seems to be content to abide by the limits of nature and not to make up for the defects of nature.All in all, Miss Tang was that rare thing in modern civilized society—a real girl.There are many urban girls who are already precocious women who are pretending to be women, and they are not considered children;Fang Hongjian immediately wanted to make a good impression on her heart.Miss Tang respectfully called him "classmate old senior", and he protested: "This is impossible! You call me 'senior', and I already feel like the remains of a prehistoric primitive man. Why do you add the word 'old'? We are unlucky I was born too early, so I am not blessed to be in the same class as you, this is a shame. You call me 'senior' again, just to remind me that I am the oldest and outdated person, it is too cruel!"

Miss Tang said: "Mr. Fang is really picky! I was wrong, and the word 'old' will be canceled first."

Miss Su said lively at the same time: "Don't be ashamed! Do you want us to call you 'Xiao Fang' like the people on the boat? Xiaofu, ignore him. He is not favored, so just don't call him anything."

When Fang Hongjian saw that Miss Tang was not smiling, there was still a smile on his face, like the lingering sound in the air after the music stopped.Many women can smile so sweetly, but their smiles are just soft facial muscles, as if a coach is shouting the password: "One!" Suddenly the face is full of smiles, "Two!" Suddenly the smile disappears, leaving only an empty face, Like the curtain before a movie opens.He found something to talk to her and asked her what department she entered.Miss Su didn't allow her to say, and said, "Let him guess."

Fang Hung-chien guessed literature wrongly, guessed education wrongly, and guessed chemistry and physics wrongly. Applying Mr. Zhang Jimin's words, he said: "Search me! [10] Did you study mathematics? That's too good!"

When Ms. Tang said it, it turned out that it was very common for the Department of Politics.Miss Su commented: "This is the most important thing. She will be our ruler in the future, female officer."

Fang Hung-chien said: "Women are born political animals. Falsehood and realism, retreating to advance, these political skills, women are born with all these political skills. Women who study politics are really the icing on the cake. I am in Europe. , I have listened to Mr. Ernst Bergmann's class. He said that men have creative thinking and women have social activity, so what men do in society should be left to women, so that men can hide at home and think calmly, invent new science, Create a new art. I think there is a lot of truth in this statement. Women don't need to learn politics, and today's politicians have to learn from women if they want to be successful. The drama on the political stage is all reversed."

Miss Su said: "This is your gentleman's pretentious theory, and you like that."

Fang Hongjian said: "Miss Tang, your cousin really doesn't know how to flatter you, so please invite her woman to participate in politics, but she laughed at me for pretending to be weird! You can judge and see. As the old saying goes, if the family is in order, then the country can be governed and the world can be governed. Excuse me. How many men know how to manage housework? Housekeepers have to rely on women, and they brag that a man wants to rule the country and the world, and ignore the housework. He has to build a roof in the air like building a house. There are many advantages to handing over the country and society to women , at least it can reduce wars. Diplomacy may be more complicated and there are more secret clauses, but women are not good at fighting because of their bodies. Women are not as good at mechanical minds as men. Scratching skins and twisting flesh are little damage. In any case, modern women are reluctant to have more children. By then, they will be busy with state affairs and have no time to give birth. The population is sparse, and wars may not happen at all. produce."

Miss Tang felt that Fang Hongjian said these words to draw her attention to him, she smiled secretly, and said, "I don't know whether Mr. Fang is insulting politics or women, at least they are not good words."

Miss Su said: "Wow! I turned a corner and flattered him for a long time. Not only did he not appreciate it, he didn't understand at all! I advise you to keep your mouth shut."

Ms. Tang said: "I am not ungrateful. I am very grateful. Mr. Fang is willing to show eloquence for me. If I am a math student, I think Mr. Fang must have another argument, saying that women are born calculation animals."

Miss Su said: "Perhaps a person like you is willing to study mathematics, and he has never hated it since then. Anyway, it's all his words. I didn't know that he was so glib. This time I returned to China to learn. University When he was a classmate, his face would turn red when he saw us from afar, and the closer we got, the redder it became. We felt hot and sad when we looked at him. Behind our backs we called him 'cold and heat watch', because his face rose and fell suddenly, showing that How far away he is from the female students, it's really fun! I never imagined that I went to a foreign country and learned such a thick-skinned face, maybe I got it from training with girlfriends like Miss Bao."

Fang Hongjian hurriedly said: "Don't talk nonsense! Why bring up those things? You female students are really disgusting! You are serious in front of your face, but you turn your back and sarcasm to the point of sarcasm. It's really wicked!"

Seeing that he was in a hurry, Miss Su dissipated all the unhappiness because of his showing off to Miss Tang just now, and said with a smile: "Look at how anxious you are! I'm afraid you are not talking sweet words in front of you, but mean to others behind your back."

At this time, a tall and imposing man, nearly 30 years old, came in.Miss Tang called him "Mr. Zhao," and Miss Su said, "Okay, here you are. Let me introduce you to Fang Hongjian and Zhao Xinmei." It seemed that Hung-chien was a kindergarten reader with big characters, and asked Miss Su, "Is that the one who returned to China on the same boat as you?"

Hung-chien was amazed how this person surnamed Zhao knew about him, and suddenly thought that maybe this person had read the news in the "Shanghai News" and immediately felt embarrassed and uncomfortable.Zhao Hsin-mei was already very high-spirited, but when Miss Su said that Hung-chien was indeed returning to China on the same boat as her, his expression was as if Hung-chien had turned into thin air, and he was not in his eyes.If Miss Su didn't talk to him, Hung-chien would really feel that he was nothing, like a ghost when the rooster crows at five o'clock, or the Taoist truth of "you can't see it, you can't knead it".Ms. Su told Hung-chien that Zhao Hsin-mei and her family were family friends, an American student who had originally worked as a section chief at the Diplomatic Office, but had not moved in due to illness, and was now working as a political editor at the Huamei News Agency.But she didn't tell Zhao Xinmei about Hung-chien's experience, as if he already knew it, so there was no need to talk about it.

Zhao Xinmei was lying on the sofa, smoking a pipe, looking up and asking the lamp hanging on the ceiling, "Where does Mr. Fang work?"

Fang Hung-chien was a little angry, and it was impossible to ignore him. "Dianjin Bank" couldn't make a sound, so he said vaguely, "I'm working in a small bank for the time being."

Zhao Xinmei appreciated the smoke rings coming out of his mouth and said, "It's a pity that you are overqualified, what a pity! What did Mr. Fang learn in foreign countries?"

Hung-chien said angrily, "I didn't learn anything."

Miss Su said, "Hung-chien, you have studied philosophy, haven't you?"

Zhao Xinmei laughed dryly in his throat and said, "From the perspective of those of us who do practical work, studying philosophy is no different from studying nothing at all."

"Then find an ophthalmologist as soon as possible and have your eyes tested; there must be something wrong with your eyes that can see things like this." Fang Hongjian deliberately laughed to cover up the traces of bickering.Zhao Xinmei thought he was smug with a witty remark, but couldn't think of an answer for a while, so he had to smoke desperately.Miss Su held back her laughter, feeling a little uneasy.Miss Tang smiled indifferently from a distance, as if watching the fight in the clouds.Hung-chien suddenly understood that this Zhao man was being rude to him out of jealousy, thinking that he was his rival in love.Miss Su suddenly changed her name from "Mr. Fang" to "Hongjian", as if she wanted Zhao to know how close she was to her.I think this is the most proud time for all women, watching two men fight for her.Why bother to be an enemy for nothing, let Zhao Xinmei fall in love with Miss Su!Miss Su didn't know Fang Hung-chien's plan; she liked the fight between Zhao and Fang, but she was worried that the battle would be too fierce and the winner would be decided in an instant, and there would be no excitement around her if there was only one of them left.She was more worried that it would be Fang Hongjian who was defeated; she wanted to use Zhao Xinmei to inspire Fang Hongjian's courage, but Fang Hongjian might, as the war news said in the newspapers these days, "maintain strength and make a strategic retreat." .”

Zhao Xinmei's father and Su Wenwan's father used to be colleagues, and lived in a shared house in Beijing during the early Republic of China.Xinmei and Miss Su played together since childhood.Mrs. Zhao was pregnant with him, and people thought she was going to have twins.When he was four or five years old, his body grew to look like seven or eight years old. Every time the servant took him on the tram, he had to argue with the conductor about "free tickets for children under five years old".He is big in body but small in heart, like a hollow carrot.In elementary school, he was the target of jokes by his classmates, because with such a huge stack of arrows, there is no reason to miss the arrow.He and Miss Su's brothers and sisters played the game "officials fight and catch thieves". Being a "thief" has to resist being arrested, only he is a good "thief" who can be "beaten" obediently.Playing the story of Red Riding Hood, he was always a wolf; when he ate Miss Su and sisters, he just hugged them and opened their eyes and opened their mouths to make a strange appearance. Picking his stomach, once really cut his clothes with scissors.Although he has a good temper, his mind is not bad because of it.His father believed in fortune-telling. When he was 25 or [-] years old, he took him to see a famous female fortune teller. The fortune teller praised him: "Mars is square, the soil is thick, the sound of wood is high, bull's eyes, lion nose, pawn ears , four-character mouth, exactly in line with the "Mai Xiangfa" said that the southern noble eunuch will have an extraordinary reputation in the future, far above Lao Tzu." From then on, he considered himself a statesman.He secretly liked Miss Su when he was a child. One year, Miss Su was very dangerously ill. He heard his father say: "Wen Wan's illness will definitely recover. She is the wife of an official. She should have [-] years to 'help her husband luck'." Arbitrarily judged that the husband that Miss Su should help was herself, because the female fortune teller said that she would be an official.This time when Miss Su returned to China, he originally wanted to rekindle his childhood friendship and propose to her when the time was right.When Miss Su first arrived home, she always talked about Fang Hung-chien, but she suddenly stopped talking about it after the fifth day. The reason was that she had found the old "Shanghai Newspaper", and she had a sharp eye and careful attention, and noticed facts that others had overlooked.The long-term acquaintance between her and Xinmei will not turn into love over time, just like the weather every day in winter, you can't add today's temperature to yesterday's, so that tomorrow will accumulate into a warm spring day.He is best at making speeches in foreign languages. His loud and fluent American words are like thunder in the sky. After oiling and waxing, he slips halfway up the sky.However, the speech is to stand on the stage, condescending; the marriage proposal is to be short and half-length, and beg on the back.Miss Su was not an audience, and Zhao Hsin-mei couldn't use her skills.

Although Zhao Xinmei was jealous of Fang Hongjian, he didn't have any life-and-death hatred.His arrogance and rudeness are like the attitude of Mussolini and Hitler when they received diplomatic representatives from small countries to start negotiations.He wanted to overwhelm and frighten Hung-chien with his dictatorial prestige.As a compliment to Hung-chien, he doesn't look like the Italian leader slapping the table and yelling, or the German head of state throwing his fists in protest.Fortunately, he knew the secrets of diplomats, so he couldn't answer for a while, and used the cigarette he was smoking as a smoke screen to cover up.Miss Su hurriedly asked him how the war was going, and he recited an editorial he had just finished. He still didn't see Fang Hung-chien in his eyes, but he was wary of him, just like the attitude of a person who condolences someone suffering from an infectious disease towards germs.Hung-chien was not interested in listening and wanted to chat with Miss Tang, but Miss Tang listened with great interest.Hung-chien was about to wait for Miss Tang to leave, so he got up himself and asked her where she lived when he went out.After Xinmei finished talking about the current situation, he looked at his watch and said, "It's almost five o'clock now. I'll go to the newspaper office for a while, and then I'll pick you up for dinner at Emeichun. You want to eat Sichuan cuisine. This is the best Sichuan restaurant, and the waiters know each other well." I—Miss Tang, please do yourself a favor—Mr. Fang may as well join in the fun if you are interested, you are very welcome."

Before Miss Su answered, both Miss Tang and Fang Hung-chien said that it was getting late and it was time to go home, thanking Hsin-mei for their kindness, they appreciated the dinner.Miss Su said, "Hung-chien, sit down for a while, I have a few words to say to you——Xinmei, I'm going out with my mother tonight, let's go to a restaurant another day, okay? Tomorrow at 04:30 p.m. , please come to drink tea and accompany the newly returned Mr. Shen and Mrs. Shen, and everyone can talk."

Seeing Miss Su keep Fang Hongjian, Zhao Hsin-mei rushed out.Fang Hung-chien stood up and wanted to hold hands with him, so he sat down again. "This Mr. Zhao is really weird! It seems that I offended him somewhere, and he hates me so much."

"Don't you hate him too?" Miss Tang said with a sly smile.Miss Su blushed and scolded her, "You are the worst person!" Hearing this, Fang Hongjian dared not deny that he hated Zhao Hsin-mei, so he said, "Miss Su, thank you for the tea party tomorrow. I don't want to come. "

Miss Tang didn't wait for Miss Su to speak, she said, "That's not possible! We theatergoers don't have to come; you are a stage performer, why can't you come?"

Miss Su said: "Xiaofu! If you keep talking nonsense, I will ignore you from now on. Both of you have to come tomorrow!"

Miss Tang left in the Su family's car.Facing Miss Su, Hung-chien tried his best to dilute the words and clear the suffocating atmosphere of intimacy: "Your cousin is very eloquent, and she seems to be very smart."

"Although this child is small, she is very capable. She is grabbing a handful of boyfriends and playing with them!" - Hung-chien couldn't hide the disappointment on Miss Su's heart - "Don't think that she Naive, she's the one who's full of ideas! I always thought that girls who fall in love right after entering college would have no future. You think, if you hang out with boys, you won't have time to study. Let's Huang Bi and Jiang Mengti in the same class, don’t you remember? I don’t know where they are now!”

Fang Hongjian hurriedly said that he remembered: "You were very popular back then, but you had that kind of noble demeanor, and we only dared to admire you from afar. I really never dreamed that I would be so familiar with you today."

Miss Su felt comfortable again.Talking about old school affairs, Hung-chien saw that she had nothing important to say to him, so he said, "I should go, you have to go out with your aunt tonight."

Miss Su said: "I didn't entertain, that was an excuse, because Xinmei was too rude to you, I don't want to make him proud."

Hung-chien panicked, "You are too kind to me!"

Miss Su glanced at him and lowered her head, "Sometimes I really shouldn't be that kind to you." At this moment, the love words he should say were squirming in the air, and they all rushed to his mouth to ask him to say.He is unwilling to speak, and he cannot be silent.Seeing Miss Su's hand resting on the edge of the sofa, he reached out and patted the back of her hand.Miss Su withdrew her hand, and said softly, "Go ahead. Come early tomorrow afternoon." Miss Su walked to the door of the living room, and Hung-chien stepped down. He smiled and said, "It's nothing. I'm looking at you here, why are you running straight ahead without turning your head? Haha, I'm such an unreasonable woman. I want you to have eyes behind your back—come early tomorrow."

When Fang Hongjian left the Su family, he felt that he had become a part of Chunchun, and he was not a layman in Chunchun two hours ago.When walking, the body is so light that it seems that the ground is floating.There are only two small things that I can't digest in my heart.First, I shouldn't have touched Miss Su's hand at that time, and I should have pretended not to understand what she meant. I was always too soft-hearted, and I often pandered to women and didn't want to offend them.Second, Miss Tang has many boyfriends, and maybe she already has a lover.Hung-chien was so angry that he brutally hit the nearby tree with his cane.Why don't you give up as soon as possible, and get dumped by an underage girl, how embarrassing it would be!So bewildered and unwilling to jump on the tram, I saw a young man and woman sitting next to each other talking about love.The boys had a pile of middle school textbooks on them, and the girls' books were all wrapped in book wrappers where movie stars were photographed.The girl was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and her face was made up like a mask made by rubbing oil, powder, and rouge.Hung-chien thought that Shanghai deserved to be a place of advanced civilization, and the girls in middle school had already painted the facade to attract men, which was rare in foreign countries.But this girl's face is fake, because no one would believe that the makeup pancake on her face would be her real face.He suddenly thought that Miss Tang was not very prettified.A girl who deliberately dresses up, or has a boyfriend, has a new interest in her body, discovers new value, or needs a boyfriend, puts on a bright guise, so that it will be eye-catching, so that men will not ignore it.Miss Tang didn't intend to make up, which shows that she doesn't have a man in her heart.Hung-chien thought that this conclusion had a profound psychological basis, combined with rigorous logical reasoning, and could criticize QED behind his back[11].He was too happy to sit still.When the tram arrived at the stop, he jumped off before the train stopped, and almost fell, but he had to support his cane, and pushed his left hand on the pole wood to stop the momentum of falling to the ground.Breaking out in a cold sweat, he wiped off a layer of oily skin on the palm of his left hand, and gave a few words to the tram driver.When he returned home, he applied red potion on the palm of his hand. He thought it was Tang Xiaofu who harmed him, and he would settle accounts with her carefully in the future. A smile floated to his face like a foam from his heart, and he forgot about the pain.He didn't want to wipe off the skin because it was the retribution of this hand that pressed Miss Su's just now.

When he arrives at Su's house tomorrow, Miss Tang has arrived first.Before he could sit down, Zhao Xinmei also came. After greeting him, he said, "Mr. Fang, I was late yesterday, but I came early today. I think it's a good habit I developed when I went to the bank. I admire you for your hard work!"

"Thank you, thank you!" Fang Hongjian originally wanted to say that Xinmei left early yesterday and was late today, and that he was sent by his superior in the school yamen, but he changed his mind, held back, and smiled kindly at Xinmei.Hsin-mei never thought that he would be so helpless, and panicked that he would punch nothing.Miss Tang couldn't hide the surprise on her face.Miss Su also felt strange, but suddenly realized that this was the generosity of the victor. Hung-chien knew that he was the one he loved, so he stopped haggling with Hsin-mei.The Shen couple also came.While everyone was introducing and exchanging pleasantries, Zhao Xinmei sat down on the sofa closest to Ms. Su, the Shens and his wife shared a long sofa, Miss Tang sat on an embroidered cushion between Miss Su and Mr. Shen, and Hung Chien approached Shen alone. The wife sat down.As soon as he sat down, he regretted it very much, because Mrs. Shen had a smell. The elegant name in classical Chinese and the ancient Roman idiom are both borrowed from sheep to describe it: "sultriness." This warm smell, mixed with the fragrance of powder and flowers, smoked Fang Hung-chien found out that he wanted to have a stomachache, but he was ashamed to smoke to get rid of his filth.I thought to myself that this is really a new woman who came back from France, and she brought all the "smelly symphony" of the Paris Grand Vegetable Market to China.I have never met her in Paris, and I can't avoid her today, which shows that Paris is big but the world is small.Mrs. Shen has a weird face and a seductive dress.There are two black bags under her eyes, like a round-shell marching thermos, presumably filled with passionate tears, and the thick rouge on her lips was brought into her mouth by saliva, staining her dark yellow and rugged teeth with red marks, bloody like a detective novel The clues to the murders in the movie often include "Tiens!"She moved her body, and the smell added a new wave.Hung-chien wished he could tell her that it was enough to speak with his mouth, and be careful not to twist his body twice.Mr. Shen's lower lip is plump and drooping. It is clear at a glance that he is a person who talks a lot and seems to have diarrhea in his mouth.He was talking about how he made war propaganda to the French, and how he won the sympathy of many people for China: "After Nanjing retreated, they all said that China was finished. I said to them: 'During the European war, didn't your government also move the capital and leave? Paris? But you are the final victors.' They have nothing to say, alas, they have nothing to say." Hung-chien thought the government could move the capital, but he himself could not change his seat.

Zhao Xinmei said like an expert, "Good answer! Why don't you write an article?"

"Wei Lei recorded this paragraph of my words in the foreign newsletter published in the "Shanghai News". Didn't Mr. Zhao see it?" Mr. Shen asked slightly disappointed.

Mrs. Shen twisted her body and made a gesture of waving to her husband, and said with a coquettish smile, "Why are you mentioning my thing? Who will notice!"

Xinmei hurriedly said, "I see, I see! I admire it very much. I remembered that there was a passage about moving the capital in the newsletter—"

Hung-chien said, "I didn't see it. What's the title?"

Hsin-mei said: "You philosophers study the problem beyond time, of course you don't read newspapers. The title is--eh, it's just on my lips, why can't I remember it for a while?" He didn't read the newsletter at all, but he didn't I am willing to give up this opportunity to sweep Hongjian's face.

Miss Su said: "You can't blame him. He might have fled and hid in the countryside at that time, and he couldn't see the newspapers. Hung-chien, right? The title is easy to remember: "Letters to the Sisters of the Motherland", front There is also a big headline, which seems to be: "European Qingdao in the Blue Blood of Asia". Mrs. Shen, am I not mistaken?"

Xinmei patted his thigh and said, "Yes, yes, yes! "Letters to the Sisters of the Motherland" and "Qingdao in Europe in the Blue Blood of Asia", the titles are extremely beautiful! Wen Wan, you have a really good memory!"

Mrs. Shen said: "It's your fault that you remember such shameful things. No wonder everyone you know thinks you are a genius."

Miss Su said: "You don't need to remember good things, they will leave a deep impression."

Miss Tang said to Hung-chien: "Mrs. Shen wrote it for our women. You are 'brothers of the motherland'. You can forgive me for not noticing it." Mrs. Shen is not young, and she is not writing this letter to "" The nieces, nieces, and grandnieces of the motherland", Ms. Tang went to see it, and climbed up to her sister instead.

In order to make up for the forgetfulness at that time, Hsin-mei complimented Mrs. Shen, and also said that the Huamei News Agency was going to publish a women's magazine and asked her for help.The Shens and his wife became more and more intimate with Hsin-mei.The servant drew back the curtain separating the dining room from the living room, Miss Su invited everyone in to have some refreshments, Hung-chien was pardoned like a sinner.After eating, he went back to the living room and almost sat down next to Miss Tang. Mrs. Shen and Zhao Xinmei were inseparable from each other;Mr. Shen asked Ms. Su about her problems, and wanted "Uncle Su" to find a place for him in Hong Kong.Fang Hung-chien felt that his luck had turned better today, and he asked Ms. Tang in a low voice, "You didn't eat anything just now, and you seemed to be feeling unwell. Are you feeling better now?"

Miss Tang said: "I ate a lot, and I'm not feeling sick!"

"I'm not the host, so you don't need to be courteous to me. I frowned when I saw you took a sip of the soup, so I frown and fiddled with the spoon, and didn't eat any more."

"What's so good about eating? I keep looking at people, are you sorry? I don't want to show you, so I don't eat. This is your fault-haha, Mr. Fang, don't take it seriously, I didn't know you were watching Others eat. Let me ask you, when you were sitting next to Mrs. Shen, why did you turn your face away and shut your mouth tightly, as if you were suffering?"

"So you have the same reasoning!" Fang Hongjian and Miss Tang smiled intimately, and the two had become friends in need.

Miss Tang said: "Mr. Fang, I'm a little disappointed that I came today—"

"Disappointed! What did you expect? Isn't the taste strong enough?"

"It's not that. I thought you and Mr. Zhao must be having a lot of fun, who knows nothing."

"I'm sorry, but I don't have a good show for you. Mr. Zhao misunderstood my relationship with your cousin-maybe you have the same misunderstanding-so I asked him to challenge today, avoid fighting back, and let him know that I have a relationship with your cousin. He has no conflict of interest."

"Is this true? As long as my cousin makes a statement, won't the misunderstanding be cleared up?"

"Perhaps your cousin has her own thoughts. It is better to send generals than aggressive ones. Unless there is a big enemy in front of you, Mr. Zhao will not show his abilities. It's a pity that we old and weak soldiers have never been beaten, and we don't want to fight—"

"Why not be a volunteer?"

"No, it's just a recruiter." As he spoke, Fang Hongjian felt annoyed at the same time that the words were too frivolous, and it was hard for Miss Tang not to tell Miss Su.

"However, the defeated often get more sympathy from others—" Miss Tang felt that this would cause misunderstanding, and blushed—"I mean, my cousin may be sponsoring the weak and small nations."

Hung-chien was so happy that his heart skipped a beat: "Then I don't care about it. Miss Tang, I would like to invite you to have dinner with your cousin tomorrow, at Emeichun. Would you like to do me a favor?" Miss Tang hesitated but did not agree. Hung-chien continued, "I know I'm very bold and presumptuous. Your cousin said you have many friends and I'm not worthy of being high-ranking, but I really want to make a fortune among your friends."

"I don't have any friends, and my cousin is talking nonsense—what did she tell you?"

"She didn't say anything, she just said that you are sociable and know a lot of people."

"That's very strange! I'm the ignorant country girl."

"You're welcome, I beg you to come tomorrow. I want to eat, but I have no good excuses for myself. In the name of the two of you, let's enjoy it by myself. Just be considerate and agree!"

Miss Tang smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, what you say is full of articles. If so, I will come. What time will it be tomorrow night?"

Hung-chien told her the time, feeling at ease physically and mentally, only to hear Mrs. Shen say loudly: "I attended the World Women's Conference this time, and I observed a general trend: women all over the world are now tending towards men—" Hung-chien was startled again. Laughing again, thinking that this is a truth that has been around since ancient times, Mrs. Shen shouldn’t have learned it until she attended the Women’s Conference—”In the past, women would do all the occupations that men did, such as members of Congress, lawyers, newspaper reporters, pilots, etc. Do it, and do it as well as men. A Yugoslavian female sociologist gave a speech at the conference, saying that except for some women who are willing to be good wives and mothers, other professional women can be called "third sex". Women's liberation It is still a recent fact, but it has achieved such remarkable results. I dare say that in the near future, the distinction between men and women will become a term in history." Zhao Xinmei said: "Mrs. Shen, you are right. Women nowadays are really Capable! Wen Wan is like Miss Xu Baoqiong, Miss Xu, Mrs. Shen knows her? She helps her father run the dairy farm. She handles all the big and small things by herself, and she has a gentle and weak appearance, so you can't tell it!" Hung Chien Talking to Miss Tang, Miss Tang couldn't help laughing out loud.Miss Su was originally saying: "Baoqiong is smarter than her father, she's just a manager who doesn't show up at the dairy farm—" She couldn't see the closeness between Hung-chien and Miss Tang, so she said, "Xiaofu, what's so happy about it? "

Miss Tang shook her head and just smiled.Miss Su said, "Hung-chien, let's hear some jokes."

Hung-chien also shook his head and said nothing, which made it even more obvious that he and Miss Tang shared a secret equally, and Miss Su was very unhappy.Zhao Xinmei made his most successful contemptuous expression and said, "Perhaps the philosopher Fang Da was explaining the optimism in the philosophy of life, so Miss Tang listened so happily. Isn't that right, Miss Tang?"

Fang Hung-chien ignored him, and said directly to Ms. Su: "I heard from Mr. Zhao that he couldn't tell from the outside that Ms. Xu was in charge of a dairy farm. I said, maybe Mr. Zhao thinks she should have two hairs on her head." If you don’t have an ox horn, then you can tell who it is. Otherwise, you won’t be able to see it from the outside.”

Zhao Xinmei said: "This joke doesn't make sense, the horns on its head make it a cow itself, how could it show that it's the manager of the dairy farm!" After speaking, he looked around and laughed.He thought that Fang Hongjian had told himself again, and thought that today he had to make persistent efforts and never back down first. He didn't get up until Fang left, so he sank deeper into the sofa.Fang Hung-chien had achieved his goal, and he didn't want to stay. Taking advantage of the crowd, it was easier to say goodbye to Miss Su.Because Hung-chien hadn't gotten close to her today, Miss Su sent him to the corridor, feeling like going out in cold weather, warming his hands in front of the stove before leaving.

Hung-chien said, "Miss Su, I don't have a chance to talk to you today. Are you free tomorrow night? I want to invite you to dinner at Emeichun. I don't want Zhao Xinmei to invite you! I just hate that I can't compare to him as an old man." Customer, the dishes may not be as good as he can order."

Miss Su felt relieved when she heard that he was still angry with Zhao Xinmei, and said with a smile, "Okay! Is it just the two of us?" She was a little shy when she asked, thinking it was unnecessary.

Fang Hongjian said dully, "No, there is also your cousin."

"Oh, there's her. Have you asked her?"

"I asked her, and she promised to come—to accompany you."

"All right, goodbye."

Miss Su's attitude at the time of parting chilled Fang Hongjian's joy.He thought it was difficult to have both, and he just wanted to make it smooth and clean, so that Miss Su's love could end without a problem.He sighed, pity Miss Su.It's so unfair that I don't love her, but soften my heart because of her!She is so clever!She shouldn't be so easily hurt, she should not cry out.Why does love reduce the resistance of a person's heart, making people weak and at the mercy of others?If God really loves mankind, he has absolutely no power to be a master.If Fang Hung-chien's thoughts were known to Zhao Hsin-mei, he would be scolded as a "philosopher who makes a fool of himself".His sleep that night was like the lines of japonica rice flour, not sticky and not stretchable.His happiness came out of his sleep, and he woke up four or five times. Every time he woke up, it was as if Tang Xiaofu's face was in front of his eyes and his voice was in his ears.He pressed his heart on every word and every move when talking with her today, fell asleep in a daze, and woke up again after a while, feeling that the happiness was buried by sleep, so he held back sleep and revisited the scene of the day .When I finally woke up, I got up and saw that it was a tender cloudy day.He thought it was an unsafe day to treat guests, and wished he could use blotting paper to dry up the faint water clouds in the sky.Today, Monday is a busy day in the bank as usual. He didn't leave the office until after six o'clock in the afternoon. He didn't have time to go home and change his clothes before going to the restaurant, so he got dressed before going out in the morning.Imagine yourself as Ms. Tang, and use her eyes to judge your appearance in the mirror.Less than a year after returning to China, many wrinkles appeared on his forehead. He didn't sleep well yesterday, and his face and eyes were sluggish and gloomy.After he had a lover in the past two days, he knew the shortcomings of his appearance in unreasonable detail, as if a poor man with only one suit of travel clothes knew every spot and patch on it.In fact, from the perspective of others, his complexion was as usual, but he thought that today was particularly ugly, his face was yellow and green with patchwork tie, and he changed his tie three times before going down for breakfast.Mr. Zhou still doesn't get up at this time every day, and he, Mrs. Zhou and Xiao Cheng are the only ones eating.When he was about to finish eating, the phone rang upstairs. The phone was installed outside his bedroom. When he was at home, he never thought his ears would be clean.He often gets upset when he hears it, thinking that his fiancée killed the "stealing soul bell" on the phone.At this time, the maid came down and said, "Master Fang is on the phone. His surname is Su. He is a woman." As the maid spoke, the news exchanged in the eyes of her, Mrs. Zhou, and Xiao Cheng were so busy that they could stir spring water in the air. pattern.Hung-chien didn't expect that Miss Su would call, and Mrs. Zhou was about to ask some questions, so he went up to answer it, only to hear in a loud voice, "I guess it's Su Wenwan." "Aixinjueluo" was mistyped as "Dear Paul", and the teacher scolded him severely. He was so angry that he stayed at home today, but it was Miss Su's name that he never forgot.

Hung-chien picked up the receiver, feeling that the entire Zhou family was listening with bated breath, and said softly, "Where is Miss Su? I'm Hung-chien."

"Hung-chien, I don't think you'll go out yet, so I'll give you a call. I'm not feeling well today, and I can't go to Emeichun tonight. I'm so sorry! Don't scold me."

"Will Miss Tang go?" Hung-chien regretted the words.

Cuttingly: "That's not known." And quietly: "She will go of course!"

"What disease are you suffering from? Is it serious?" Hung-chien knew it was too late to ask.

"Nothing, just feel tired, lazy to go out." The implication is obvious.

"I'm relieved. Take a good rest. I will definitely come to see you tomorrow. What do you like to eat?"

"Thank you, I don't want anything—" Pause—"Then see you tomorrow."

When Miss Su hung up the phone, Hung-chien remembered that he should cancel today's dinner out of courtesy and reschedule the treat.Do you want to call Miss Su again and ask her to tell Miss Tang to reschedule the dinner?But I really don't want to.Just thinking about it, Xiaocheng jumped and ran, shouting all the way up with a high-pitched voice: "Dear Miss Su, is she suffering from lovesickness? 'What do you like to eat?' 'I love big pancakes, Fried dough sticks, spiced beans, dry nose, stinky salted fish'—" Hung-chien yelled and stopped, cutting off the food order he had given, frightening him to beg for mercy.Hung-chien punched him lightly, let him go, and continued to eat breakfast.As expected, Mrs. Zhou was waiting for him, questioned him carefully, and said, "Don't forget to ask me to be your godmother." Hung-chien hurriedly said, "I'm waiting for you to take in your goddaughter. You can choose how many more you want. Miss Su is just my old classmate, it doesn't matter, don't worry."

The weather was gradually clearing up, but Fang Hongjian's interest was greatly reduced because of the phone call in the morning. He felt that such a good day could not be supported, as if the tent was about to collapse.Miss Su was undoubtedly causing trouble, it would be better if she didn't come, and it was only herself and Miss Tang left.But without a third party, would Miss Tang be willing to come?I didn't ask her for her address and phone number yesterday, so I couldn't ask her if she knew Miss Su wasn't coming tonight.Miss Su will definitely inform her, what if she just asks Miss Su to tell her and won't come?That sucks!He was helping Director Wang with the paperwork in the bank. He was full of worries today, and there were a few mistakes in the draft letter. Director Wang corrected it for him. "At six o'clock, there was no news from Miss Tang. He panicked, and he didn't dare to call and ask Miss Su.Around seven o'clock, a man walked to Emeichun sullenly, asked for a room, and prepared to wait for it for an hour and a half. Miss Tang didn't come by then, so he had to eat alone.Although he waited patiently, he had long since dared not hope.I lit a cigarette and extinguished it again; it was too cold at night to open the windows, lest the room would be full of smoke and Miss Tang would not like to smell it.He opened the book he took to the bank to read secretly, and he knew every word, but none of it made sense.Hearing the voice of the waiter outside greeting the guests, my heart skipped a beat.They were scheduled at 07:30, and it was only [-]:[-] by the watch. They would never arrive at this time—suddenly the door curtain was lifted, the waiter stood aside, and Miss Tang came in.In Hung-chien's heart, he was not happy, but grateful. After greeting him, he said, "It's a disappointment. Miss Su can't come today."

"I know. I'm in danger of not coming. I didn't get through to you on the phone."

"I thank the phone company and hope it thrives. The wires are too busy for such a sudden call. Did you call the bank?"

"No, I called your house. That's what happened. My cousin called early in the morning and said that she won't come to dinner today, and you have been notified. I said I won't come then, and she wants me to tell you myself. Tell me your phone number. I shook the phone and asked, "Is this the Fang Mansion?" A woman's voice on the other side spoke your hometown dialect—oh, I can't even learn it—said:' We are Zhou mansion here, and there is only one surnamed Fang living here. Are you Ms. Su? Are you looking for Fang Hongjian? Hung-chien is out. When he comes back, I will ask him to call you. Miss Su, come here when you are free. Come to play in the room, Hung-chien often talks about you being both talented and beautiful--" I can't get in my mouth if I want to argue. I think this misty soup has been poured into the wrong ear, so I hang up the receiver without hesitation. Come on. Who is this one?"

"This is my relative, Mrs. Zhou, the wife of the general manager of our bank. Your cousin just called before I went out, so Mrs. Zhou thought it was her calling again."

"Oh, it's terrible! She must have blamed my cousin for being rude. I hung up the receiver for less than 5 minutes, and my cousin called again and asked me if I told you. I said you were not at home, so she put you in the bank. Tell me the phone number again. I think you may still be on the road at that time, so I might as well wait a while and call again. Who knows, 15 minutes later, my cousin called for the third time, and I was a little angry. She knew that I hadn’t talked to you yet. On the phone, urged me to call quickly, saying that you have not reserved a seat as soon as possible, and I said that I will go to eat when I make a reservation. It doesn’t matter. She said no, and asked me to go to her house for dinner. It was also uncomfortable, and I didn't go anywhere. Thinking about it later, my cousin is too ridiculous! I came to eat your meal, so I didn't call."

Hung-chien said, "Miss Tang, today you are really helping people in need. You are not only showing off face. I am very grateful as the host, and I will invite you a few more times in the future. If none of the invited guests comes, it is no different from the host's social life." Sentenced to death. Today is extremely dangerous!"

Fang Hongjian ordered dishes for five or six people.Miss Tang asked if there were any other guests, how could the two of them eat so much food.Fang Hongjian said that there were not many dishes.Miss Tang said: "You saw that I didn't eat any snacks yesterday, are you going to test whether I eat or not today?"

Knowing that she was not a woman pretending to be coquettish, Hung-chien closed her mouth as small as the mouth of an eyedrop bottle at the banquet, and replied, "This is the first time I've eaten in this restaurant, and I can't decide which dish is most suitable for my appetite. Try more, try a wider range, this is not delicious, and there is another, so you won’t be hungry.”

"This is not eating vegetables, this is like Shennong tasting herbs. Isn't it too wasteful? Maybe all men like to waste in front of strange women."

"Maybe, but not in front of all strange women."

"Only in front of silly women, isn't it?"

"I don't understand that."

"Women are not stupid and never have a good impression of a man because he is extravagant and ostentatious—but, don't worry, women are all stupid, just as stupid as men hope, no more, no less."

Hung-chien didn't know whether these words were out of her innocence or her cousin's alleged sophistication.When the food was served, the two of them were eating. Hung-chien asked her for her address, and asked her to write it on the back of the book he was reading, because he never liked to bring notebooks with him.Seeing that she had written the phone number, he said, "I will never call you. I hate talking on the phone between friends, I would rather write a letter."

Miss Tang: "By the way, I also feel the same way. When you are friends, you should like to see each other; you can call each other, but you haven't met in person, and you can't keep what you say and read it over and over again like a letter. A visit from a lazy man, a correspondence from a stingy man, and the worst kind of friend! And, have you noticed? A person's voice often becomes unrecognizable and unpleasant on the phone."

"Miss Tang, you've put it bluntly. I live in Zhou's house, and there's a telephone in front of my room, which makes me a headache every day. It's often the most unreasonable time, like midnight and early morning, and the phone calls. What a nuisance! Thanks to the 'TV' It is not widely used, otherwise it will be even more serious. People will watch you in the bathtub and under the bed. The more popular education is, the fewer people write letters; it is not a business priority. People are still afraid of writing letters and prefer to make phone calls I think this is because writing letters is easy to make a fool of yourself. People with high status and decent speech often have trouble with their pens. However, the phone can save visits from ugly people, and writing letters from people who are illiterate is also a blessing. invention."

Fang Hung-chien had a good time talking, and tried to persuade Miss Tang to eat, but he himself ate very little.After eating the fruit, it was only nine o'clock, and Miss Tang was about to leave. Hung-chien didn't dare to keep her, so he settled the bill, paid the waiter to call the car dealership, and let Miss Tang go home.He told her that he had promised Miss Su to see a doctor tomorrow, and asked her if she would go.She said she might go, but she didn't believe Miss Su was really sick.Hung-chien said, "Should we tell her about our meal?"

"Why didn't you tell her?--no, no, I lost my temper and told her I wasn't going anywhere today. Well, it's up to you. You don't go till you're at the bank office anyway, and I'll be there later. a little."

"I want to come to visit the house the day after tomorrow, don't you get in the way?"

"You are very welcome, but the room is very cramped, not like my cousin's big garden house. If you don't think it's shabby, just come here."

Hung-chien said, "May I see you, old man?"

Ms. Tang smiled and said, "Unless you have a legal problem, you want to consult him, and he is often in his law firm and doesn't come back until late at night. Mom and Dad have absolute trust in my sisters, never interfere, and don't judge our friends. .”

Saying this, the car arrived, and Hung-chien escorted her into it.On the way home in the rickshaw, he thought that today was an unexpected success, but when Miss Tang said "our friend", it made him feel sour and bitter. In his fantasy, there was a large group of big boys surrounding Miss Tang.

When Ms. Tang came home, her parents teased her and said, "The social star is back!" She went back to her room and was changing clothes when the maid said that Ms. Su was on the phone.Miss Tang went down to pick it up, and when she was halfway up the stairs, she changed her mind and couldn't go down. The servant went back and said, "Miss is not feeling well, I'm going to bed early." Miss Tang thought angrily, this must be her cousin who came to check if she was at home .She is such a bully!Fang Hongjian didn't belong to her, so she wanted to take care of him like this?The more the cousin intervened in this way, the more she let him get close.I will never love Fang Hongjian, love is a tortuous and great emotion, it is by no means so easy and simple.If you fall in love with someone in this way, then love is so easy that you can't believe it, and it's so easy that you can't convince yourself.

Tomorrow afternoon, Hung-chien bought some flowers and fruits and came to Su's house.Seeing Miss Su, he shouted preemptively: "What happened yesterday? You are sick, she is also sick, is this disease contagious? Or are you afraid that I will put poison in the dinner? I am so angry! I am alone If people go to eat, I don’t care if you don’t come. Well, well, I finally got to know you two big airy ladies, and I won’t dare to touch the wall in the future.”

Miss Su apologized: "I'm really sick, and I won't recover until the next half day, so I dare not call you, for fear that you will blame me for joking with you, for a while. Go. Let me call and ask her to come here now. This time it's all my fault, next time I'll be the host." He called to ask Miss Tang if she was well, and asked her to come, saying that Hung-chien was here too.After making the phone call, Miss Su sniffed the flowers that Hung-chien had sent her, and asked the servant to put them in a vase in the bedroom. Then she turned to Hung-chien and asked, "Do you know a Cao Yuanlang in England?" Hung-chien shook his head. "—He is studying literature at Cambridge. He is a new poet and has just returned to China. His family is a family friend with us. He came to see me yesterday, and he will come today."

Hung-chien said, "Okay! No wonder you didn't save face yesterday. So we went to talk about poetry with others. We are vulgar! We don't deserve to know you at all. That Mr. Cao was born in Cambridge, and we went to a later university. How can you be qualified to make friends with him? Let me ask you, you don’t seem to mention him in your "Eighteen Vernacular Poets", do you plan to include him in the reprint?"

Ms. Su smiled slightly, pointing her left index finger at him in the air: "You're just jealous, irrelevant jealousy." It's too similar.After a while, Miss Tang came.Miss Su said: "What a show! I called you last night to greet you, but you didn't answer the call today. I asked you to come here again at this time. Mr. Fang is asking about you."

Miss Tang said: "Do we have airs? We listen to people calling us. Even if we are invited, what's so strange about it? If we are invited and refuse to go, we are considered great!"

Afraid that she would tell about the three phone calls yesterday, Miss Su hurriedly hooked her waist, comforted her and said, "Look at you, you have to be serious when you tell a joke." Then she peeled an orange that Hung-chien gave her, and told her eat together.The concierge brought in a round-faced man and said, "Mr. Cao".Hung-chien was taken aback, thinking how the child of Mrs. Sun who returned to China on the same boat last year had grown so big, so he called him "Brother Sun Shi".There are such similar faces in the world!It seems that a poet should not be fat-headed and fat-eared, and his poetry will not be good.Suddenly remembered that Jia Dao, a famous poet of the Tang Dynasty who was thin and thin, also had a round face, fat and short stature, and Cao Yuanlang couldn't match his appearance.After the introductions and greetings were over, Cao Yuanlang took out a book of mahogany plywood postcards from his briefcase, and solemnly handed it to Miss Su, "I'm here to ask for advice." Only then did Hung-chien realize that it wasn't postcards, but rice paper mounted on Rongbaozhai's refined coir raincoat. manual.Miss Su took it over, flipped through it, and said, "Mr. Cao, let me keep it for a closer look and return it next week, okay?——Hung-chien, have you never read Mr. Cao's masterpiece?"

Hung-chien was thinking, what kind of good poems should be recorded in such an exquisite notebook.So I held it over respectfully, opened it and saw that the brush was written in correct Song style characters, the title of the first sonnet was "Assorted Platter Concubine", with the word "one" under it.After careful study, he found that the second page had the author's own notes, and the "one", "two", "three", "four" and so on are the order of the self-notes.The self-note "One" is: "Mé lange abultére" [12].The poem goes together:

Last night the stars swayed in the wind tonight tonight ([-])

The plump and white belly of the pregnant woman is sticking to the sky tremblingly ([-])

When did this widowed fugitive woman get a new husband? (Four)
Jug! Jug! (13) In the mud - E fango è il mondo! ([-]) - singing the nightingale [[-]] ([-])...

Hung-chien hurriedly skipped to the last couplet:
Summer night after the rain, filled and washed, the earth is fat and new,
The smallest blade of grass joins in the silent cry: "Wir sind!"[14] (Thirty)
At the end of the poem, the sources of the words and sentences are carefully noted, including poems by Li Yishan, TSEliot, Tristan Corbiére, Leopardi, and Franz Werfel .Hung-chien only noticed that "the belly of a pregnant woman" refers to the full moon, "the escaped woman" refers to Chang'e, and "the nightingale in the mud" refers to the frog.He didn't have the appetite to read any more, so he put the manuscript on the tea table and said, "It's really wordless and has no history. It's almost like the so-called 'poetry of scholars' by those who make old poems. Is this style neoclassical?"

Cao Yuanlang nodded and said the English word "neoclassical".Miss Su asked what song it was, so she read "Assorted Platter Concubine" once, and said after reading: "This title is clever enough. The knot is especially good; the five words 'Silent Shout' really brought the vitality of summer's irritable anger It’s all conveyed. Tout y fourmille de vie[15], thanks to Mr. Cao’s comprehension.” The poet heard this, and his fat face, as round as Tai Chi, glistened with butter.Hung-chien suddenly had a terrible suspicion, whether Miss Su was a fool or a liar.Miss Tang also read the poem and said, "Mr. Cao, you are too cruel to uneducated readers like us. I don't know any foreign characters in the poem."

Cao Yuanlang said: "The style of my poem is more appreciated by people who don't know foreign characters. The title means "mixed words" and "eighteen words". There are Western characters in it, so naturally there is a mixed impression. Miss Tang, you understand this mixed impression, don't you?" Miss Tang could only nod.The circles of smile marks on Cao Yuanlang's face were like a stone thrown into the water, and he said: "That is to grasp the essence of this poem, and there is no need to seek the meaning of the poem. The meaning of poetry is the misfortune of poetry!"

Miss Su said: "Excuse me, please sit down for a while, I'll get you something to show." Miss Su turned her back, and Hung-chien said, "Mr. Cao, Miss Su's "Eighteen Vernacular Poets" When it’s republished, you’ll be counted as nineteen.”

Cao Yuanlang said: "That will never happen. I am too different from them to get along. Miss Su told me yesterday that she wrote that book in order to obtain a degree. In fact, she doesn't think highly of those people's poems."

"Really?"

"Mr. Fang, have you read that book?"

"I forgot to read it." Hung-chien sent a copy to Ms. Su, and just flipped through it to see who the eighteen families were.

"She clearly quoted Jules Tellier's metaphor in the preface, saying that a man who suffered from hair loss went to have a haircut, and the shaved man told him that he didn't need to cut his hair. After a few days, all the hair on his head fell out; most modern Literature is similarly unworthy of criticism. The analogy is kind of witty."

Hung-chien had no choice but to say, "I didn't notice it." He wanted to thank himself for not marrying Miss Su, otherwise he would have read Miss Su's books by heart.It's a pity that Zhao Xinmei's French is not good enough to read books. If he wants to be like Cao Yuen Long, he will definitely please Miss Su.

Ms. Tang said: "The poet in my cousin's book has eighteen hairs that fall out. In the future, Mr. Cao will be like the hair of a miser."

Everyone laughed, Miss Su came in with a red sandalwood fan box, and winked at Miss Tang, who nodded with a smile.Miss Su opened the lid of the box, took out a women's folding fan carved with agarwood bones, handed it to Cao Yuanlang and said, "There is a poem on it, please take a look."

Yuen Long spread out his fan and read it aloud, the tone was like a monk giving food, and like an actor speaking.Hung-chien couldn't catch a word, because people hummed poems and babbled at the end of their lives, and they both used local accents.After Yuen Long recited it, he patted his lips and recited it silently like a cat chanting a scripture, saying, "Good, good! Simple and sincere, with the flavor of ancient folk songs."

Miss Su seemed to be shy, and said: "Mr. Cao has really good eyesight. Honestly, is that poem passable?"

Fang Hongjian took the fan from Cao Yuanlang at the same time, and when he saw it, he felt evil in his heart.On the fine flying gold fan, it was written crookedly with a purple ink pen——

Am I imprisoning you?

Or are you occupying me?

you broke into my heart,

Close the door and turn the lock.

lost the key to the lock,
It's me, maybe yourself.

Since then, the door cannot be opened,
Forever, you are in my heart.

The small characters after the poem are: "In the autumn of the 26th year of the Republic of China, I recorded old works for Miss Wen Wan. Wang Erkai." This Wang Erkai is a well-known young politician, and he is an official in Chongqing.Both ladies looked at Fang Hung-chien expectantly. He put down his fan and curled his lips and said, "You should slap your palms when you write this kind of characters! I've never seen a folding fan written with a pen. He doesn't know how to write a paragraph of foreign language!"

Miss Su hurriedly said: "Don't worry about the quality of the calligraphy, what do you think of the poems?"

Hung-chien said, "Will someone like Wang Erkai, who is so enthusiastic about being an official, still make good poems? I don't ask him for a job, so I have no obligation to compliment crooked poems." He didn't notice that Miss Tang frowned at him and shook her head.

Miss Su said angrily: "You are the most annoying person. You are full of prejudice. You are not worthy of poetry." She put away the fan.

Hung-chien said, "Okay, okay, let me read it again calmly." Although Miss Su pouted and said, "I don't want you to read it," she still asked Hung-chien to take the fan away.Hung-chien suddenly pointed to the poem on the fan and shouted, "It's terrible! This poem was stolen."

Miss Su said with a livid face, "Don't talk nonsense! Why did you steal it?" Miss Tang also opened her eyes wide.

"At least it was borrowed, borrowed foreign debt. Mr. Cao said it has the flavor of ancient folk songs, which is not bad. Miss Su, do you remember? We heard Mr. talk about this poem in the history of European literature class. This is Germany. A folk song from the [-]th and [-]th centuries. Before I went to Germany, I studied German with someone and read it again in my primer. Closed, in my heart; the key is lost, and it will never come out." I can't remember the original words, but the meaning will never be mistaken. There is absolutely no such coincidence in the world."

Miss Su said: "I don't remember this poem being taught in the history of European literature class."

Hung-chien said: "Why didn't you? Maybe you didn't pay attention in class, and you didn't record everything you heard like I did. You can't blame you, you are taking homework in the department, and not taking notes only shows that you are knowledgeable; Mr. You know all about it. We are from the Department of Chinese Literature, so if you don’t write in class, you won’t laugh well, you won’t understand, and you won’t be able to take notes.”

Miss Su was speechless, and Miss Tang lowered her head.Cao Yuanlang expected that Fang Hongjian's German knowledge was similar to his own, and he was a student of Chinese literature, not to mention that he was not very good at it—because in college, science students looked down on liberal arts students, foreign language students looked down on Chinese literature students, and Chinese literature students looked down on Chinese literature students. They look down on the philosophy students, the philosophy students look down on the sociology students, the sociology students look down on the education students, the education students have no one to look down on them, they can only look down on the teachers in their own department.Cao Yuanlang suddenly said boldly: "I also know the origin of this poem. Didn't I mention the style of ancient folk songs? But Mr. Fang's attitude is completely against the spirit of literary appreciation. You who are engaged in Chinese literature all have this textual research. Poetry is a bad habit. There are classics in the poems. If you show them to people who know the goods, you will feel the taste more intensely. When you read a poem, you will think of countless poems to cheer the clouds. Mr. Fang, you should read the poems about love and evil. , you know that modern Western poets have their own history, but we don’t accuse them of plagiarizing. Miss Su, don’t you?”

Fang Hongjian wished he could say: "No wonder Your Excellency's masterpieces are so mottled. You people in the know don't think it's strange, but we laymen are going to report the house arrest and steal the money." He smiled at Miss Su and said, "Don't disappoint. Things that are given to women are seldom really their own, and if they are exposed, they are borrowed flowers to present to Buddha. If the gift giver is an official, the gift is not to mention that the gift was exploited from someone else." As she said, she wondered why Miss Tang I don't care much.

Miss Su said: "I don't like to hear your harsh words. You are the only smart person in the world, Fang Hongjian!"

Hung-chien sat down for a while and saw that everyone was not talking very enthusiastically, so he took his leave and left without Miss Su not keeping him.After he went out, he was superficially uneasy, knowing that what he said today offended Miss Su, then Wang Erkai must be her admirer again.But when he thought that tomorrow was the day to visit Miss Tang, he was so excited that he forgot everything.

Tomorrow when Fang Hongjian came to the Tang's house, Miss Tang taught the maid to invite him to sit in his father's study.After meeting, he said: "Mr. Fang, you got into a big disaster yesterday, do you know that?"

Fang Hung-chien thought about it and said with a smile, "Is your cousin angry with me because of my criticism of that poem?"

"Do you know who wrote that poem?" She saw Fang Hung-chien's staring eyes, still not understanding—"That poem was written by my cousin, not by Wang Erkai."

Hung-chien jumped up and said, "Huh? Don't coax me, isn't it clearly written on the fan 'record old works for Miss Wenwan'?"

"The record is Miss Wenwan's old work. Wang Erkai has contacts with his cousin, and is also Zhao Xinmei's boss, and has a wife at home. But last year when his cousin returned to China, he kept courting her, and Zhao Xinmei lost weight in anger. Logic, belly." There is a lot of air here, so people should be swollen and fatter, right? Later, when the administrative organs moved to the interior, he was eager to become an official, so he left his cousin and went there. This is also the reason why Zhao Hsin-mei refused to go to the interior. He gave the fan to his cousin, and he specially invited someone to carve the patterns on the fan bones, and that poem is still my cousin's favorite work."

"This boring politician with no sense of language and reason, the money on the fan is unclear, and it caused me to go wrong, damn it! What should I do?"

"What should we do? Fortunately, Mr. Fang is eloquent, and he can explain it in just a few words."

Hung-chien was praised, proud of it, and humbly said: "This matter is too bad, I'm afraid it won't be easy to turn around. I'll go back and write a letter to your cousin as soon as possible to apologize to her."

"I would like to know how to write this letter, let me learn how to be good, and maybe it will be useful in the future."

"If this letter goes well and the effect is very good, I will definitely copy the manuscript for you to read. Did they scold me after I left yesterday?"

"The poet said a lot of things, but my cousin didn't say anything, and said that your Chinese is very good. The poet quoted a friend of his, saying that modern people must study foreign literature if they want to be good at Chinese; People should be proficient in foreign languages, and now those who study Chinese literature should also be proficient in foreign languages. That friend heard that he will return to China soon, and Cao Yuanlang wants to bring him to see his cousin."

"Another treasure! Those who make friends with that poet are not good. Look at his song "Companion on a Platter", which is simply incomprehensible. And he is not honest and law-abiding, he is a bully, and he is confident If it doesn’t make sense, it has a lot to do with it.”

"We are too naive to speak. However, I don't think people who study in famous foreign universities are as bad as you said. Maybe his poem was intended as a joke."

"Miss Tang, studying abroad now is the same as the imperial examinations in the Qing Dynasty. My father often said that in the past, if you were not a Jinshi, it doesn't matter how big your official career is. You will always have lifelong regrets. You can also get rid of this inferiority complex by studying abroad. , not for advanced knowledge. Going abroad is like getting acne, and you must get it. Children who have had acne can grow up safely, and they will not be afraid of infection when they encounter these two problems in the future. We have traveled abroad, which is also considered I made a wish, my soul is healthy, and I have the resistance to defend myself when I see these microbes from doctors and masters. Once the acne breaks out, we forget about the acne; those who have studied abroad should also say Forget about studying abroad. People like Cao Yuen Long never forget that they are foreign students, and they hang up the pretense of Oxford and Cambridge everywhere, as if they are willing to suffer from smallpox and become pockmarked, and they are proud that their face is like a good article with a dense circle."

Miss Tang smiled and said, "After hearing what you said, they only said that you are jealous that the university they went to is more famous than yours."

Hung-chien couldn't think of a word to answer, so he smirked at her.She wished that he couldn't answer sometimes, and asked him: "I was a little strange yesterday, how could you not know that the poem was written by my cousin. You should have read her poems."

"Your cousin and I got acquainted this time on the boat back home. We didn't talk about each other before. Do you remember the day she told me that my nickname in school was 'Han Shu Biao'? I'm not interested in new poems. I don't think it's wrong to be interested in new poetry for your cousin's sake."

"Hmph, let her know this—"

"Miss Tang, listen to me. Your cousin is a smart and talented woman, but—what should I say? A smart and talented woman is born to teach a stupid man to turn her upside down, because he himself Without talent and learning, he regards talent and learning as mysterious, amazing, and his admiration is like the worship of a rich man by a poor boy without money—"

"In other words, someone as smart as Mr. Fang likes illiterate stupid women."

"Women have a woman's special intelligence, as light and lively as her actions. Compared with this kind of intelligence, talent and learning are just dross. To say that a woman has talent and learning is like praising a flower, saying that it weighs as much as a cabbage on a balance. Two catties of a sweet potato. A really smart woman never needs to work hard to be a talented woman, she only needs to be lazy—"

Miss Tang smiled and said, "What if she wants to get a doctorate degree?"

"She doesn't want to get a doctor at all. Only talented women like your cousin always want to get a doctor."

"But now you have to do a thesis after graduating from an ordinary university."

"Then, in the year she graduated, the situation must have changed, the school ended early, and she was sent to graduate without submitting a thesis."

Ms. Tang shook her head in disbelief, and she didn't say anything. When socializing, Xiaoyi's courteous words were finished once, and she couldn't bear to repeat them; What he said, he spoke to the extreme, and politeness did not allow him to take the liberty to go too far.Seeing that he was silent, Miss Tang smiled and said, "Why didn't you talk?" He also smiled and said, "Hey, why didn't you talk?" When she was a child, she often found that groups of noisy sparrows on the tree would suddenly be silent, and then suddenly sing together after a short pause. This phenomenon also occurs when people are talking.

On the way home, Fang Hongjian already had the draft of the letter to Miss Su. He felt that it was more appropriate to use classical Chinese, with simple and vague meanings, and it was a good tool for understatement.After dinner, he drew up a draft, and at the same time, terrified that his ability to lie would become so great, and fearing that the joke would be too big, he wrote half the letter and then put it down.But thinking that Ms. Tang would appreciate it, understand it, and make her laugh at this lie, he happily continued writing, saying: "Yesterday, I confessed a poem on the fan head, and I was inspired by it. At the hands of the vulgar officials, they were shocked and hated, so they falsely falsely believed that there must be a blueprint, and they took advantage of it for a while, but their hearts were not at ease. If you talk about knowing love, don't take deep responsibility."

At the back of the letter was written yesterday's date, and added two lines:

"After the completion of this book, I was willing to read it all day and night. I was really unwilling to fail in front of Mr. Cao. I hate it! It's too late." I wrote the date of the day.He read it twice and was very pleased with himself; ideally, it was not Miss Su who read the letter, but Miss Tang who read it.Go to the bank tomorrow and hand it over to the send and receive office.Going home in the evening, just as I walked to the door of the bedroom, the phone rang.Picking up the receiver, he said, "This is Zhou's house. Where are you?" A woman's voice replied, "Guess who I am?" Hung-chien said, "Miss Su, right?"

"That's right." A crisp laugh.

"Miss Su, have you received my letter?"

"Received. You are so childish, I don't blame you! How can I not know your temper?"

"You will forgive me, but I cannot forgive myself."

"Scary, is it so serious for such a trivial matter? Let me ask you, do you really think that poem is good?"

Fang Hongjian tried his best not to let the smile on his face leak into his voice and said, "I just hate that Wang Erkai wrote such a good poem, it's so unfair!"

"Let me tell you, this poem was not written by Wang Erkai."

"So, who did it?"

"I did it for fun."

"Ah! Did you do it? Damn me!" Luckily, Fang Hongjian was connected to the phone instead of the TV at this time, otherwise the joy on his face and the fear in his voice would have made Miss Su suspicious.

"It's not wrong for you to say that this poem has a blueprint. I saw this meaning in a French ancient dance song collected by Tirsot. I found it fresh and interesting, and I also copied it. According to you, the German This also has the same meaning in it. It can be seen that this is a very common word.”

"You did it more flexibly than the German poem."

"Don't flatter me to my face, I don't believe your words!"

"That's not flattery."

"Are you coming tomorrow afternoon?"

Fang Hongjian hurriedly said "Come", but he didn't dare to hang up the phone before he heard it.

"You said yesterday that men don't give their things to women. What do you mean?"

Fang Hongjian said with a smile: "Because my stuff is so bad that I can't get it out, I have no choice but to borrow other good things to contribute. For example, to treat guests, the house is too cramped, and the cook is too bad, so I have to go to restaurants and borrow it. place and cooking."

Miss Su giggled and said, "You're right. See you tomorrow." Fang Hongjian was sweating slightly. He didn't know if he came out in a hurry, but he had just arrived home, and the sweat from the journey was not dry.

That night Fang Hung-chien recorded the manuscript of the letter, enclosed it in a short note, and sent it to Miss Tang.He wished he could write letters in English, because the tone of classical Chinese letters is too raw, and the tone of vernacular letters can easily become annoyingly affectionate; only English letters allow him to write frankly "My dear Miss Tang", "Your The very pious Fang Hongjian".The ordinary titles of these Western letters are dazzling and numb in Chinese.He knew that the English he wrote was full of the spirit of freedom of speech of the British and the independence of the Americans, and was not bound by grammar. Otherwise, he really wanted to use foreign languages ​​to make love to Miss Tang, just like political prisoners hiding in foreign concessions.Over the next month or so, he met Miss Tang seven or eight times, wrote her a dozen letters, and Miss Tang replied five or six letters.It was the first time he received a letter from Miss Tang. He read the letter before going to sleep and put it beside his pillow. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he turned on the light to read the letter. Turn on the light and watch again.From then on, the letters he wrote gradually turned into daily random notes. He took them to the bank with him, and when he came across an interesting incident and remembered a sentence, he would use a pen to whisper to Miss Tang on the paper. To write, for example: "Today I went to the bank to write a lot of letters and drafts, and it was only at this time that I took a breath and stretched my waist, aaa-ah! Can you hear me yawning? The waiter is here to invite you to lunch, let's talk again .You may be eating, I wish you 'eat more lunch and live to 99';" Another example: "This letter is going to be sent to you, and I want to write a few words. But look at the paper. It’s full, and only this small space is left, the sentence that just squeezed into my heart, it’s still too shy to see your face. Ouch, paper——” When writing letters, I always feel that this is more comfort than nothing, It's not as good as meeting, and when we meet, many things can't be said, so I think it's better to write a letter.Meetings are addictive; at first, making an appointment to meet can make the days before and after the meeting bright and turn into good days.Gradually, I can't wait to see each other every day; later, I can't wait to see each other every moment.After writing a letter and sending it out, he was always worried that the letter was like a rocket, and when it hit the ground, the fire had already been extinguished, and what the other party received was only a piece of dry coal.

Miss Tang's contacts with Miss Su were also less than before, but Fang Hongjian was forced to go to Su's house frequently because of Miss Su's kindness and power.Miss Su only waited for him to make a formal courtship, and blamed him for being too fast and slow.He just waited for the opportunity to declare to her that he didn't love her, hating himself for being too soft-hearted and not having the courage to cut through the mess quickly.Every time he went to Su's house, he regretted that he went too much this time and talked too much when he came out.He gradually realized that he was what Westerners call a "moral coward", and he was afraid that Miss Tang would see through his major weakness in character.One Saturday afternoon, he invited Ms. Tang to drink tea and went home. When he saw the post on the table that Zhao Xinmei would invite him to dinner tomorrow, he panicked, thinking that this might be his engagement banquet. body.Miss Su called to ask him if he had received the invitation. She said that Xinmei had asked her to forward the invitation, and asked him to talk to him tomorrow morning.Tomorrow Miss Su met and said that Hsin-mei asked him to come by all means, and everyone talked about it, there was no other purpose.He wanted to say how Hsin-mei invited him, but he retracted the words on his lips; he didn't want to bring up Hsin-mei's hatred for him now, for fear of deepening Miss Su's misunderstanding.He changed his words and asked if there were any other guests.Miss Su said that she heard that there were two friends of Hsin-mei's.Hung-chien said, "Is Cao Yuanlang, the little fat man, the great poet, also invited here? With him, you can save a little food; seeing his Sixi meatball face, you will be full."

"There won't be him. Xinmei doesn't know him. I know that Xinmei and you are petty. If you see him, you will fight again. My place is not a battlefield, so I won't let the two of them meet. Yuen Long The most interesting thing is that you are full of prejudices, and I think your heart is also in your limbs. Since that time, I will not let you meet with Yuen Long, so as not to conflict."

Hung-chien wanted to say, "Actually, it doesn't matter at all," but under Miss Su's loving gaze, he couldn't say that.At the same time, knowing that Cao Yuanlang was added to Su's family to attend court, he felt relieved.Miss Su suddenly asked: "What do you think of Zhao Xinmei?"

"He's smarter than I am, and he's handsome, and he's sure to be proud of himself. I think he's an ideal—er—man."

If God praised the devil and the socialists praised the little bourgeoisie, Miss Su would not be so surprised.She planned for Hung-chien to laugh at Hsin-mei, and to uphold justice and defend Hsin-mei herself.She sneered and said, "I haven't eaten the dinner yet, and I have already complimented the master! He wrote to me in three days and two days, and I don't need to say what he said in the letter, but every letter said that he had insomnia. I hate it! Who told him to suffer from insomnia? What does it have to do with me? I'm not a doctor!" Miss Su knew that his insomnia had a lot to do with her, so she didn't need to consult a doctor.

Fang Hongjian said with a smile: ""Mao Poetry" said: "A fair lady, I dream about it; if I don't want it, I think about it." His writing this kind of letter is a manifestation of Chinese culture."

Miss Su stared and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not as lucky as you! You don't know what's going on, and you just talk lightly and make fun of others. I don't like you. Hung-chien, I hope you will be more kind. I really want to be good in the future." Advise you."

Hung-chien was so frightened that he was speechless.Miss Su has something to do at home, so she made an appointment to meet him at the restaurant in the evening.He was depressed all day when he got home, and felt that there could be no more delay, and he had to express his attitude quickly.

When Fang Hongjian arrived at the restaurant, the two customers were already there.A bowed high forehead, big eyes, pale face, wearing pince-nez glasses, wearing suit cuffs covering fingers, bare face, no beard or wrinkles, and looks like a naive old woman or an old woman little child.A man of high spirits, with a straight and high nose, looked sideways like a ladder resting on his face, and the tie around his neck was so full and neat that Hung-chien was desperately envious.Hsin-mei met Hung-chien and gave him a warm welcome.After introducing each other, Hung-chien realized that the one bowing his back was the philosopher Chu Shenming.The other is Dong Xiechuan, who was formerly the military counselor of the Chinese Legation in the Czech Republic.This Chu Shenming was originally named Chu Jiabao. After becoming famous, he felt that the name "Jiabao" was not suitable for a philosopher. According to the precedent of Spinoza's name change, he changed his name to "Shenming", which means "careful thinking and discernment".He has been known as a child prodigy since he was a child, but some people say he is crazy.He refused to graduate from elementary school, middle school, or university because he felt that no husband was worthy of teaching him and testing him.He hates women the most. He is very short-sighted and never wears glasses because he is afraid of seeing a woman's face clearly.He often looks through foreign philosophy magazines, finds out the correspondence offices of the world's great philosophers, writes to them, tells them how much he loves to read their books, and rewrites the words praising their works in the book review column of philosophy magazines as his own opinions.Foreign philosophers are the most complaining among intellectuals, their professional authority is not as high as that of scientists, and their popular reputation is not as great as that of writers. Suddenly someone from tens of thousands of miles away writes a letter of compliment, needless to say, they are so happy that they almost forget about philosophy.They idealized China as a primitive country that somehow was isolated and outdated, but the Chinese wrote a few words in the letter, which was measured, so he wrote back praising Chu Shenming as the founder of the new Chinese philosophy, and he even sent him books.However, if Chu Shenming wrote more letters, he would not receive many replies. The reason was that those vain old men took his first letter to show off to their colleagues. Unexpectedly, they both received such a letter from him. The greatest philosopher of modern times", inevitably disappointed and angry.With thirty or forty such replies, Chu Shenming intimidated countless people, and a rich bureaucrat who loves talent paid 16 gold to send him abroad.Bergson is the only great Western philosopher who does not answer his letters; Bergson is most afraid of strangers pestering him, and his address is strictly kept secret, and his name is not in the phone book.When Chu Shenming arrived in Europe, he tried his best to write a letter to Bergson's residence to make an appointment to visit, but who knew that the original letter was returned, and he hated intuitionism from then on.Russell, Bergson's enemy, was willing to perfunctory the Chinese and invited him to drink tea once, and he studied mathematical logic ever since.When he went abroad, he had to wear glasses for convenience, and his attitude towards women gradually changed.Du Shenqing hated women, and could still smell their stench three rooms away from them. Chu Shenming wanted women, so his nose was equally sharp.His heart is full of women. When studying mathematical logic, when he sees the term a posteriori[17], he will associate it with posterior[18], and when he sees the symbol ×, he will associate it with kiss[[-]]. Fortunately, he didn’t read Plato’s Themis. Dialogue (Timaeus), otherwise he will be fascinated by the X mark.He is translating into English the works of the big bureaucrat who sent him abroad about the Chinese outlook on life, and he receives a living allowance from the National Bank every month to live a very leisurely life.Dong Xiechuan's father, Dong Yisun, was an old celebrity. Although he was an official in the Republic of China, he did not forget the former Qing Dynasty.Xiechuan is very talented, and he composes old poems following Lao Tzu.China is a country that has produced Confucian generals. It is no different from France, where one or two generals who can afford to write can be invited to the National Academy to teach.Xie Chuan's general strategy is not much different from that of ordinary Confucian generals, and even if his poems are not written by Confucian generals, they can be regarded as good.Wen Neng is poor, so his official luck is not good, which is not a blessing for soldiers.As a military counselor, he didn't talk about martial arts, but criticized his superiors and colleagues for their lack of understanding of literature and reason, so he transferred internally.After returning to China for a few days, he wanted to find another job.

Fang Hongjian saw that Dong Xiechuan looked like a respectable person, and heard Zhao Xinmei say that he was the son of a famous father. He was overwhelmed and said: "The poems of Mr. Yisun, the old man, are well-known all over the world. Mr. Dong is worthy of his family background, and it is even more rare that he is an all-rounder in both literature and military affairs." ’” He thought it was a compliment.

Dong Xiechuan said: "The method of my poems is different from that of Jia Yan. When Jia Yan was young, his method of poetry was not as advanced as mine is now. He still hasn't lost the habits of Huang Zhongze and Gong Dingyu. I started writing Make the same light body."

Fang Hongjian dared not speak.Zhao Xinmei asked the waiter for the menu that was opened yesterday, and gave it a final review.Dong Xiechuan also asked the waiter for a bald pen and an inkstone, and quickly wrote the notes on the coffee table. Fang Hongjian was surprised.Chu Shenming sat silently, and smiled as if he was looking at something interesting in the depths of his subconscious mind. Compared with his mysterious smile, the smile of Mona Lisa was nothing.Hung-chien chatted, "What philosophical issues has Mr. Chu studied recently?"

Chu Shenming looked hurriedly, glanced at Hung-chien, turned his head and called Zhao Xinmei, and said, "Lao Zhao, it's time for Ms. Su to come. I'm an exception in my life when I wait for a woman like this."

Xinmei gave the menu to the waiter, and was about to agree when she saw Dong Xiechuan writing, and hurriedly said, "Xiechuan, what are you doing?"

Dong Xiechuan said without raising his head, "I'm writing poetry."

Xinmei said in relief, "Write a few more poems quickly. Although I don't know poetry, I love your poems the most. My friend, Ms. Su, does new poems very well and appreciates old poems. I will write your poems later. Show her."

Xie Chuan stopped writing and patted his forehead with his fingers, as if thinking about some sentence, and continued writing, saying: "New poems cannot be compared with old poems! I was chatting with our old Shibo Mr. Chen Sanyuan in Lushan, and occasionally talked about vernacular poems. The old man actually read one or two new poems. He said that Xu Zhimo's poems are interesting, but they are only comparable to those of Yang Ji in the early Ming Dynasty. It's too pitiful. Women's poems are at best second-rate. All the songs are male, like chickens."

Hsin-mei was very dissatisfied, "Why do foreigners always say that the nightingale is a female?"

Chu Shenming has the most research on male and female sex, and said coldly: "The female nightingale can't sing, and the male nightingale can sing."

With that said, Miss Su came.Hsin-mei took advantage of her master's authority to show courteousness to her patented land while Hung-chien was there.After Xie Chuan held hands, he didn't look at her directly, because he accepted the attitude of old-fashioned celebrities towards women; Courtesy of family members.Philosopher Chu looked at Ms. Su greedily, his big eyes were like the "absolute concept" of the philosopher Schelling, like "drugs popped out of a pistol", dangerously breaking through the eye sockets and shattering the glasses.Hsin-mei said: "Today I would also like to invite Mrs. Dong, but Mr. Dong said she couldn't come because of something. Mrs. Dong is a beauty, with a good brushstroke of Chinese painting. She is a perfect match with our brother Xie Chuan."

Xie Chuan objectively criticized: "My wife is quite beautiful, and her paintings are quite family-oriented. Her painting "Xiao Temple Picture in the Setting Sun" has been inscribed in many poetry collections of the elders. She visited Nagarjuna Temple with me. I drew this scroll when I got home. My old man inscribed two poems, two of which are the best: "Who is the scholar of the Zhenyuan Dynasty today, and the old sunset in the infinite monk's house!" Indeed, the elders seem to be getting less and less every day, and the talent seems to be declining, "No I have to go back to Kang and Qianshi, and look back at the same light!'" He shook his head and sighed.

Fang Hongjian had never heard of it, and was very interested. He just wondered why such a young man of the Western style sounded like a young man. Maybe it was because he was a student of Tong Guang's poems.Xinmei invited everyone to the table, filled Miss Su's glass with French grape juice, and said with a smile, "This is just for you, we have our own wine. Brother Shen Ming is a philosopher at today's banquet, you and Xie Chuan Brothers are both poets. Mr. Fang is a philosopher and a poet. He has two talents in one body, which is even more remarkable. I can do nothing but drink two sips of wine. Mr. Fang, I will drink two catties of wine with you today. Brother Chuan is also Hong Liang."

Fang Hongjian jumped up in fright and said, "Who says I'm a philosopher and poet? I don't even know how to drink, I don't drink at all."

Xinmei held down the jug, turned his eyes to the table, and said, "Today, whoever wants to be polite, we'll punish him with two drinks, okay?"

Xie Chuan said: "I agree! The wine is so good, the punishment is still cheap."

Hung-chien couldn't stop him from saying, "Mr. Zhao, I really don't know how to drink, so give me grape juice too, okay?"

Xinmei said: "How can there be a student studying in France who doesn't know how to drink? Grape juice is for the ladies to drink. Brother Shen Ming quit drinking because of neurasthenia, that's an exception. You don't have to be polite."

Xie Chuan chuckled and said, "You are neither Miss Wen Wan's 'beautiful appearance' nor Mr. Shen Ming's 'sorrowful and sick body', I advise you to 'get drunk as long as you have wine'. Okay, let's do it first." One cup, if one cup is not enough, just half a cup."

Miss Su said: "It seems that Hung-chien doesn't know how to drink——Xin-mei advises you like this, so you should drink a little." Hearing that Ms. Su cherished Hung-chien, Hsin-mei wished that every drop of the wine in Hung-chien's glass would melt into liquid. kerosene.His wish didn't come true, but after taking a sip, Hung-chien felt a thread of fire stretch from the tip of his tongue to the space between his chest and diaphragm.Shen Ming only drinks tea, the wine glass is still empty.The waiter took a large bottle of Urnai A-word milk and said it had been warmed through water.Xin Mei gave the bottle to Shen Ming and said, "You can drink it for yourself, I won't be polite to you." Shen Ming poured a glass, tasted it with his pointed lips, and said, "It's just right, neither cold nor warm." Then he took it out of his pocket. He took out some foreign tonic bottle from his pocket, counted four pills, put them in his mouth, took a sip of milk and swallowed them down.Miss Su said: "Mr. Chu really knows how to keep in good health!" Shen Ming said with a clear breath: "People don't have this body, they are all souls, wouldn't it be better; I don't take care of my body, I just coax it to be good, so as not to mess with me— Xinmei, this milk is still fresh."

Xinmei said: "Did I not coax you? I know your temper. After this bottle of milk was delivered to my house, I put it in the electric refrigerator to freeze. You are so serious about fresh milk, I have a chance to take you to meet us." An acquaintance, Ms. Xu, who owns a dairy farm, asks her to allow you to suck the cow’s milk every day—I brought the grape juice, wine, and milk today, and I didn’t ask the restaurant to prepare them. Wen Wan, after dinner, I have a box of food for you. What you like to eat. "

Miss Su said: "What? - Oh, you're going to give me a headache again."

Fang Hongjian said: "I don't know what you like to eat, but next time I can buy it to honor you."

Hsin-mei was arrogant and jealous, "Wen Wan, don't tell him."

Ms. Su apologized for her hobby: "I wanted to eat Cantonese duck gizzard liver in a foreign country, but it was not easy to get it. When I came back last year, my eldest brother bought it for me. It made me sore for several days. You have to come again Seduced me."

Hung-chien said: "There are never chicken and duck gizzards in foreign dishes. I saw boxes of chicken and duck gizzards in London that were so cheap that they bought them for cats."

Hsin-mei said: "British people can't eat as much food as Americans. However, foreigners are always too timid to take risks, unlike us Chinese who dare to eat any kind of meat. And their cooking The principle is to 'tune', we are 'cooking', so their soup dishes are not particularly flavorful. They boiled chicken for nothing, boiled it, threw away the soup, and only ate chicken, what a joke."

Hung-chien said, "It's not wronged! When tea first arrived in foreign countries, those foreigners would put a whole pound of tea in a pot of water. When the water was boiled, they would pour water on it, add pepper and salt, and eat it exclusively." That leaf."

Everyone laughs.Xie Chuan said: "This is the same as the joke about Fan Fanshan using chicken soup to make Longjing tea. When our old Shibo Guangxu was an official in the capital in the early years, someone came back from a foreign country and gave him a can of coffee. He thought it was snuff and took it out. The skin in the nostrils is chafed. There's a poem in his collection about it."

Hung-chien said, "Mr. Dong is worthy of being from a famous family! I heard a lot of stories today."

Shen Ming pressed the pince-nez, coughed, and said, "Mr. Fang, what did you ask me at that time?"

Hung-chien asked confusedly, "When?"

"Before Ms. Su came,"—Hung-chien couldn't remember—"you seemed to ask me some philosophical question, didn't you?" Chu Shenming had a rigid answer to this usual question. Miss Su hasn't come yet, so he stayed until now to perform.

"Yep."

"Analyzed strictly, this sentence is a bit wrong. When a philosopher encounters a problem, the first step is to study the problem: whether it is a problem or not. What is not a problem is a pseudo question. It cannot be solved without solving it. If it is a problem, the second Further research and solution: whether the passed down solution is correct or not, should it be corrected. I am afraid you are not asking what problem I am studying, but the solution to the problem I am studying.”

Fang Hongjian was amazed, Dong Xiechuan was tired, Miss Su was puzzled, Zhao Xinmei said loudly: "Wonderful, wonderful, the analysis is so detailed, amazing! Amazing! Brother Hongjian, even though you study philosophy, you are willing to bow down today. Listen up! Such a good discussion, everyone should have a toast."

Hung-chien couldn't stand Hsin-mei's persuasion, so he took a few sips and said, "Brother Hsin-mei, I only spent a year in the philosophy department and read a few designated reference books. In front of Mr. Chu, I can only be a student with an open mind. .”

Chu Shenming said: "How dare, how dare! Listening to Mr. Fang's words, it seems that one by one philosophers are regarded as a unit to read their works. This is only a study of philosophers, at most it is a study of the history of philosophy, not a study of philosophy. At most , but to be a professor of philosophy, you cannot become a philosopher. I like to think with my own mind, not someone else’s. I read all books on science and literature, but I never read philosophy books unless it is absolutely necessary. Now many so-called philosophers People who do not really study philosophy, but only study some philosophical literature. Strictly speaking, they should not be called philosophers, they should be called "philosophers."

Hung-chien said, "The word philo philosophers is wonderful. Didn't Mr. come up with his own brain?"

"Someone saw this word in some book and told Bertie, and Bertie told me."

"Who's Bertie?"

"It's Russell."

The world-renowned philosopher, Lord Xinxi, and Chu Shenming got so close to him that he was called by his pet name. Even Dong Xiechuan admired him, so he said, "Are you familiar with Russell?"

"It's still enough to be a friend. I'm sure he appreciates it. Please let me answer a lot of questions for him." God knows Chu Shenming wasn't bragging. Russell did ask him when he was going to England, what plans he had, how many pieces of sugar he would put in his tea, etc. It was a question that he couldn't answer by himself - "Mr. Fang, have you tried mathematical logic?"

"I know this stuff is too difficult, I've never learned it."

"That's a bad word, you haven't learned it, how can you 'know' it's difficult? You mean: 'I heard that this thing is too difficult.'"

Hsin-mei was about to say, "Brother Hung-chien lost, and he will be fined a cup." Miss Su refused to accept it for Hung-chien, "Mr. Chu is really shrewd! I was so scared that I didn't dare to speak."

Shen Ming said: "It's useless not to speak up. The thoughts in my heart are still chaotic and illogical. The root of the disease has not been removed."

Miss Su pouted, "You're terrible! You're going to take away our inner freedom. I don't think you have the ability to penetrate people's hearts."

It was the first time in Chu Shenming's life that a beautiful girl talked about "heart" with him.He was very excited, and the pince-nez fell into the milk glass with a splash, splashing milk on the clothes, tablecloth, and a few drops on Miss Su's arm.Everyone couldn't help laughing.Zhao Xinmei hit the electric bell and asked the waiter to clean up.Miss Su didn't dare to frown, and briskly wiped off the droplets on her arms with a handkerchief.Chu Shenming blushed and wiped his glasses dry, but fortunately they were not broken, but he put them on because he refused to see clearly the lingering smiles on everyone's faces.

Dong Xiechuan said: "Okay, okay, although 'splashing water in front of the horse' actually 'reunited through a broken mirror', Brother Shen Ming's future marriage will definitely be full of joys and sorrows, and it will be very promising."

Xinmei said: "Let's have a toast, and pay homage to our great philosopher's future good wife. Mr. Fang, drink half a glass." ——Xinmei didn't know that a great philosopher never married a good wife, Socrates Chu Shenming's wife is a shrew, and Chu Shenming's good friend Russell has also divorced several times.

Hung-chien really said, "I hope Mr. Chu won't get divorced three or four times like Russell did."

Shen Ming said with a straight face: "This is the philosophy you have learned!" Miss Su said: "Hung-chien, I see that you are drunk and your eyes are red." Xie Chuan laughed hard.Hsin-mei shouted: "That's unreasonable! You must be fined for saying something like this!" Originally, Hung-chien only needed to drink a sip or two for a toast, but now that he was fined with a toast, Hung-chien knew he was wronged, and after he endured it, he gradually felt that there was another one of himself. Leaving the body and talking.

Shen Ming said: "I also talked to Bertie about his marriage and divorce. He quoted an old British saying that marriage is like a golden lacquered birdcage. The birds outside the cage want to live in it, and the birds inside the cage want to fly out; so Knot and leave, leave and knot, there is no end."

Miss Su said: "There's a saying in France too. But it's not about birdcages, it's about a fortresse assiégée under siege. People outside the city want to rush in, and people inside the city want to escape. Hung-chien, isn't it? Hung-chien shook his head to express that he didn't know.

Xinmei said, "You don't need to ask, can you be wrong?"

Shen Ming said: "Let's leave it alone as a birdcage or besiege the city. People like me who are detached from everything are not afraid of being besieged."

Hung-chien lost his self-control because of the wine, and said, "Anyway, you're going to make a fool of yourself." As a result, he punished Xinmei with half a glass of wine, and Miss Su warned him not to talk too much.Xie Chuan seemed to be thinking about something, and suddenly said: "Yes, yes. Among Chinese philosophers, Wang Yangming is henpecked." This is the first time he has no one named "Old Shibo" today.

Xin Meiqian said, "Is there anyone else? Mr. Fang, tell me, you have studied Chinese literature."

Hung-chien hurriedly said, "That happened in the past, and I didn't understand it at all." Hsin-mei cheerfully gave Miss Su a wink, and Miss Su suddenly became very stupid and ignored it.

"Who are the people who teach you Chinese in the university?" Xie Chuan asked without interest.

Hung-chien recalled that his Mr. Guowen could not be called well, no better than Russell and Chen Sanyuan, and he was like a high-quality Havana cigar, which could be hung around his mouth to show off, so he said: "They are all nameless boys, but teach us this kind of cigar." A student who doesn't understand is already great. Brother Xie Chuan, I really don't know anything about poetry. I read it occasionally and ask me to do it. I can't write a single word." Miss Su felt that Hung-chien was too embarrassing, and she felt itchy To save face for him.

Xie Chuan sneered and said, "Are you looking at the poems of Yan Ziyu and Renjing Lu?"

"why?"

"This is an old Ermaozi poem that ordinary foreign students can appreciate. Oriental students praise Su Manshu, while Western students praise Huang Gongdu. Foreign students don't know Su Dongpo and Huangshan Valley, but only this pair of Su and Huang in their minds. Am I right? Huang Gongdu is better , the Japanese taste in Su Manshu's poems is as strong as the oil on Japanese women's hair."

Miss Su said: "I'm also an ordinary foreign student, so I don't know who is the best modern old poem. Mr. Dong tell us something."

"Of course Chen Sanyuan is the number one. In the past five or six hundred years, he has been considered the highest. I often say that the great poets after the Tang Dynasty can include geographical terms, called 'Linggu Shanyuan'. Three tombs: Du Shaoling, Wang Guangling——I know this person What?—Mei Wanling; two valleys: Li Changgu, Huangshan Valley; four mountains: Liyishan, Wangbanshan, Chenhoushan, Yuanyishan; but there is only one, Chen Sanyuan.” When speaking, he raised his left thumb.Hung-chien asked timidly, "Can't we add a 'po'?"

"Su Dongpo, he was almost there."

Hung-chien was at a loss for words, thinking that Dongpo's poems didn't catch his eye, and he didn't know how to write poems well, so he asked him to read the poems he had just written.Miss Su knew that Xie Chuan had written poems, so she also asked him for them; because only those who wrote old poems dared to say that they didn't read new poems, and those who wrote new poems never said they didn't understand old poems.Xie Chuan distributed four or five sheets of paper to his fellow guests, and leaned proudly on the back of the chair, but he felt that these people did not understand poetry, would never appreciate the beauty of his syntax, and even if they praised him, they would not be kind and to the point.At this time, he waited for their compliments, and at the same time knew that the compliments would not satisfy him, just like the psychology of finding a pack of cigarettes when you are addicted to opium.There are seven or eight modern style poems written on the paper, and the style is very old-fashioned.The poem in which he resigned from the Military Counselor’s return to the country reads: “I came back with a good poem to see my wife’s dimples, and I’m ashamed of my name to stop crying”; the poem indignant at the war between China and Japan reads: “I doubt that the sky is still drunk, and I want to die with the sun”; : "You don't need to buy a cool breeze, and the fast rain is suitable for thousands of households to seal";But there are a few sentences like: "Splashing eyes are empty and bright for sleeping ducks, and flat breasts are secret and strange to charm Qianqiu"; Shake the shadow and peep at the crows"; the meaning is very obscure.Hung-chien had never read "Sanyuan Jingshe Poetry", and he tried his best to think about the source of these words.He thought that the reed bamboo hadn't caught fire, so it was impossible to illuminate things, not to mention that "sadness" could not be illuminated by sea-searching lanterns. "Shuzi" clearly means that friends are not children, how can friends "support"?Ten thousand crows have taken a fancy to the white hairs of the poet. Could it be that the "disordered hair is like a crow's nest" and they want to live on his head?I was puzzled and didn't dare to ask questions, for fear that Xie Chuan would laugh at me as an outsider.

Everyone said hello as usual, Xie Chuan was polite and indifferent, just like the expression of a leader when he is welcomed by the people.Hsin-mei said to Hung-chien, "You also write a few poems, so that we can open our eyes." Hung-chien insisted that he couldn't compose poetry.Xie Chuan said that Hung-chien really couldn't compose poetry, so there was no need to force him.Hsin-mei said, "Then, let's have a big glass and drink Brother Xie Chuan's good poems." Hung-chien wanted to keep his mouth shut, swallowed the wine as if he was evading tax, and felt something in his stomach. Excited by this sip of wine, it is like the scene of a clogged toilet being flushed by someone.Hastily put down the cup, gritted his teeth, and suppressed the overflow with a strong will.

Miss Su said: "I haven't seen Mrs. Dong, but I can imagine the beauty of Mrs. Dong. Mr. Dong's poem 'I return to see my wife's dimple' vividly depicts Mrs. Dong's lovely smile and two deep dimples. "

Zhao Xinmei said: "It's not enough for Xie Chuan to have a good wife, but he still flaunts it in his poems. We naked people are really jealous when we see it."

Chu Shenming said: "The wine dimple was on his wife's face, and he was the only one who saw it. Now that it's written in a poem, we can all look at it carefully."

Xie Chuan was not easy to get angry, and said with a stern face: "People who don't understand you like you don't need to talk about poetry at all. I used two allusions in this couplet. The first sentence is Mei Shengyu, and the next sentence is Yang Dayan. If you don’t know the source, don’t make a fuss about it.”

Xin Mei poured the wine and said, "Sorry, sorry! We punished ourselves with one cup. Mr. Fang, you should know the code, you are no better than us! Why don't you know anything? You fine yourself two cups, come!"

Hung-chien said angrily, "You are unreasonable, why should I know better than you?"

Because Xie Chuan scolded "I don't understand", Miss Su was very upset, including herself, and said: "I don't understand anything, but I won't drink this glass of fine wine."

Hsin-mei was already in the mood to drink and was not restrained by Miss Su, "You don't need to punish him, he must at least have another drink, I'll accompany him." As he spoke, he filled Hung-chien's glass and picked up his own. The cup came and drank it all in one gulp, and Xiang Hung-chien took care of it.

Hung-chien resolutely said, "I'll finish this glass, and you won't drink anything else if you kill me." He raised the glass and poured it down his throat, and when he was done, he raised the glass to Xinmei and said, "Zhao—" he The word "cup" didn't come out, shut your mouth tightly, stumbled and rushed to the spittoon, with a "wow", food and wine came out of your mouth, unexpectedly there were those things in your stomach that couldn't be vomited, and you couldn't breathe After taking a breath, the snot, tears and stomach juice were all lost.I just thought: "What a shame! It's a shame Miss Tang is not here." His stomach vomited, and he was nauseated. He sat down at the coffee table, unable to lift his head, and his clothes were covered with dirty foam.Miss Su was about to approach, but he gestured tiredly to stop her.Xinmei knocked his back for him when he vomited violently.Xie Chuan asked Waitang to clean up the floor, took a towel, and poured a cup of tea for him to rinse his mouth first.Chu Shenming covered his nose and opened the windows all the way, with disgust on his face, but he was happy in his heart, feeling that the milk he spilled was washed away in the memories of his fellow guests by Hung-chien's vomit.

Seeing that Hung-chien was getting better, Xie Chuan said with a smile, "'When you vomit, you don't feel like a harp'. Why don't you finish your meal, and you're already busy paying back the table! It doesn't matter. If you vomit a few times in the future, you'll learn how to drink. gone."

Xinmei said: "Wine, it proves that you really don't know how to drink. I hope it's not that you really don't know how to write poetry, and it's not that you really don't understand philosophy."

Miss Su said harshly: "You're still making sarcastic remarks! It's all your fault, if you put him like this, he'll be really sick tomorrow. How can you be a master? - Hung-chien, how do you feel now? ?" Pressing his finger on Hung-chien's forehead, he could see that Hsin-mei regretted not having learned Neigong boxing, and when he hit Hung-chien's back, he was fatally injured.

Hung-chien turned his head away and said, "It's nothing, just a little headache. Brother Hsin-mei, I'm really sorry for you today, and everyone has spoiled my fun. Please continue eating. I want to go home first and have a good day." Come to Brother Hsin-Mei's house to apologize."

Miss Su said: "Sit for a while longer, and leave after the headache is gone."

Hsin-mei wished he could drive Hung-chien out immediately, so she said, "Who has panacea? Shen Ming, the one with the medicine with you, do you have panacea?"

Shen Ming took out a lot of bottles and boxes from his coat and trouser pockets, including tablets, pills, and ointments for throat protection, brain nourishment, lung strengthening, stomach strengthening, laxative, sweating, and pain relief.Miss Su picked out the panacea oil, dipped her fingers in some, and rubbed it on the two suns for Hung-chien.Almost all the wine in Xinmei's belly turned into sour vinegar. After holding it for a while, he said, "Is it better? I dare not keep you today, so I will make up for you another day. I will send you back to my coordinator."

Miss Su said: "You don't need to call a car, he will take my car, and I will take him home."

Hsin-mei's eyes widened in shock, and he stammered, "You, don't you want to eat? There's still food." Hung-chien feebly begged Miss Su not to give him away.

Miss Su said: "I'm already full, today's dishes are too rich. Mr. Chu, Mr. Dong, please slow down, I'll go first. Thank you, Xinmei."

With a sad face, Xinmei watched the two of them get into the car and leave.His plan to make Hung-chien make a fool of himself in front of Miss Su today was almost completely successful, but this success only proved his failure.Hung-chien leaned against the car mat, and Miss Su asked him if he wanted to untie his tie. He shook his head, and Miss Su told him to close his eyes and rest for a while.In this self-made darkness, he felt Miss Sue's cool fingers touch his forehead, and heard her whisper in French: "Pauvre petit!"[19] He was too weak to jump up to protest.When the car arrived at Zhou's house, Miss Su ordered the concierge of Zhou's house to help the chauffeur help Hung-chien in.When Mr. Zhou and Mrs. Zhou made a fuss and rushed out to recognize Miss Su, and wanted to entertain her in for a short ride, her car drove away early.The old couple's curiosity couldn't be satisfied, and they couldn't ask Hung-chien, who was lying down with his head covered, in detail. They only passed the examination of the concierge. They also thought that he had no power of observation, and scolded him that he couldn't use his eyes. Why didn't he see Miss Su? carefully.

Fang Hongjian woke up early in the morning with a jagged pain in his head, and his tongue was like a brown blanket used to polish shoe soles.After lying down for half a day, I feel refreshed and can get up.I wrote a letter to Miss Tang, only saying that I was ill and refused to mention what happened yesterday.Thinking back, I feel really sorry for Ms. Su, she called in the morning and afternoon to ask her doctor.After dinner, because there were no activities in the town, I wanted to take a walk on the moon. Miss Su called again and asked him if he was okay and if he was interested in going to the night chat.That day was the fifteenth day of the fourth month in the lunar calendar, and the moon in late spring and early summer was originally the moon of a lover, not like the moonlight of a poet in autumn and winter.Miss Su's mother and sister-in-law had gone to the cinema, and the servants had gone out for a stroll, leaving only her and the porter at home.When she met Hung-chien, she said that she also planned to go to the movies, and asked Hung-chien to sit down for a while, while she went up to add some clothes, and the two of them went to the garden to watch the moon.As soon as she came down, Hung-chien first smelled the scent that he hadn't smelled just now, and found that not only had she changed her clothes, but her face and lips had also been retouched.Miss Su led him to the hexagonal pavilion, and the two sat by the railing.He suddenly realized that the situation was too dangerous, he shouldn't throw himself into the trap today, and regretted it too late.He thanked Ms. Su again, and Ms. Su asked him again about his sleep last night and his appetite today. Even the bright moon couldn't stand three or four compliments, so he looked at the moon and kept silent.Hung-chien peeked at Miss Su's face, it was so smooth that it would slide down when splashed by moonlight, the moon was shining in his eyes, and the bright red on his lips turned into a moist dark.Knowing that he was looking at her, Miss Su smiled back at him. Hung-chien was as determined to resist this attractive force as a fish out of water, flapping its head and tail on the ground, but unable to struggle.He stood up and said, "Wen Wan, I have to go."

Miss Su said, "It's early, what are you busy with? Sit for a while." She pointed to the place beside her, where Hung-chien was sitting just now.

"I'll sit farther away—you're so beautiful! This moon will play tricks on me."

Miss Su's light laughter made Hung-chien's heart ache: "Are you so afraid of being a fool? Sit down, I don't want you to sit upright like this, and you don't want to be taught in a chapel. I ask you, smart man, what price do you want?" Are you willing to be a fool?" Turning to him, she asked mischievously.

Hung-chien lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Miss Su, but she couldn't resist it in her ears and nose, and the image of her smiling at this moment floated in her mind, like leaves in a whirlpool: "I don't have the courage to be a fool." .”

Miss Su smiled triumphantly, and said in a low voice, "Embrasse-moi!"[20] She was shy while speaking, wondering that she had the courage to be a fool, but she only dared to hide in a foreign language and ordered Hung-chien to kiss herself.Hung-chien couldn't avoid it, so he turned back and kissed her.The weight of this kiss is very light and the scope is very small, just like the officialdom in the Qing Dynasty when they brought tea to the guests, they wiped their lips against the side of the tea bowl, or the witnesses in the Western courts touched their lips to the "Bible" when they swore oaths, at most like those letters. Women kiss the big toe of the Living Buddha of Tibet or the Pope of Rome, a kind of intimacy with a respectful distance.After the kiss was over, she rested her head on Hung-chien's shoulder, sighing slightly like a sleeping child.Hung-chien didn't dare to move, and after a while, Miss Su sat up straight as if waking up from a dream, and said with a smile, "This strange thing like the moon really makes us all fools."

"And tempted me to commit an unforgivable crime! I can't stay any longer." At this moment, Hung-chien was afraid that Miss Su would bring up engagement and marriage, and discuss future plans with him.He didn't know that when women are successful and happy in love, they can't think of those things at all. Only when they have doubts and fears will they ask men to get engaged and get married as soon as possible. Love is so secure.

"I'm not going to let you go—well, I'll let you go, see you tomorrow." Seeing the expression on Hung-chien's face, Miss Su thought that he was very emotional and about to lose his autonomy, so she didn't dare to keep him.Hung-chien ran out the door in a hurry, thinking that the kiss on the lips just now was so easy, it was not a proof that he loved her.It seems that kissing is also equivalent to a physical examination, and only a certain weight is required to be considered qualified.

Miss Su watched him go, still sitting in the pavilion.I was just happy in my heart, without a single outline.Thinking of two sentences: "The moon in the sky is full, and the moon is half in the world." I don't know if it is an old sentence or my inspiration at this time.Today is April and a half, and I don't know what will happen to August and a half. "The belly of a pregnant woman sticks to the sky," remembering Cao Yuanlang's poem again, I couldn't help feeling disgusted.Hearing the maid's return, she stood up, and instinctively wiped her mouth with her handkerchief, as if kissing would leave marks.I feel that the rest of the night is just like a springboard for sea bathing. Standing on the extreme end of the board, I will jump into the joy of tomorrow, excited and trembling.

Fang Hongjian went home, locked the door, tore up five or six manuscripts, and wrote the following letter:

Ms. Wen Wan:

I don't have the face to see you again, so I write this letter.Everything from the past until tonight is all my fault.I have no excuses, I cannot explain.I dare not ask you to forgive me, I only hope that you will soon forget that I am weak and have no courage to confess.Because I really love you, the more I can't bear to ruin your friendship.I don't deserve your kindness to me these past few months, but I will always keep it as a precious memory in the future.Wish you happy.

I regretted that I didn't sleep well all night, so I'll go to the bank tomorrow and ask a special messenger to send it to me.I'm worried, I'm afraid there will be more to come.Around eleven o'clock, a trainee came to ask him to answer the phone, saying that someone surnamed Su was calling. His legs were so weak that he picked up the receiver, expecting that everyone in the bank would hear Miss Su scolding him.

Miss Su's voice was very soft: "Hung-chien? I just received your letter, and I haven't opened it yet. What's in the letter? I'll read it if it's good, and I won't read it if it's not; save it and open it in front of you." to shame you."

Hung-chien was so frightened that his head almost shrunk down to his shoulders, and his eyebrows rose into his hair. Knowing that Miss Su had misunderstood this as a marriage proposal letter, he wanted to act coquettishly and add some twists and turns, so he hurriedly said, "Please read this letter quickly, I beg you."

"So anxious! Okay, I'll watch it. Just wait, don't hang up the phone——I read it, but I don't understand what you mean. You can explain it later."

"No, Miss Su, no, I dare not see you—" She could no longer hide it, and said in a low voice: "I have another—" How should I say it?Terrible!Maybe the colleagues are all eavesdropping-"I have another-someone." After finishing speaking, I felt relieved.

"What? I didn't hear clearly."

Hung-chien shook his head and sighed, anxiously speaking in French with his spine removed: "Miss Su, let's speak French. I—I love a person——I love a woman, and besides, understand? Forgive me, I beg you for a thousand forgive."

"You—you bastard!" Miss Su scolded him in Chinese, her voice seemed to tremble slightly.Hung-chien seemed to slap her heavily on the ear and cheek, and hung up the receiver in self-defense. Miss Su's voice could not be disturbed in his consciousness.At noon, I went to eat alone in a nearby small western restaurant, afraid of talking to people.Suddenly, she thought that Miss Su might commit suicide because she lost her love, and she was so panicked that she couldn't eat anything.He rushed back to the bank, wrote a letter to ask her to forgive, ask her to take care of her, made herself worthless, and implored her not to miss it.After sending the letter, I felt a little relieved and felt hungry, so I went out to eat again.It was past four o'clock, and his colleagues were about to leave. He thought he was not in the mood to see Miss Tang today.The sending and receiving office sent him a telegram, and he panicked, almost thinking that Miss Su's dead letter, who would send a telegram?When I took it apart, I found that "Pingcheng" was issued, which seemed to be the name of a county in Hunan, which reduced panic and increased surprise.I was busy discussing this telegram, and it was turned out to be: "Respectfully hired as a teacher with a monthly salary of 340 yuan and free travel expenses. I hope Dianba National Sanlu University President Gao Songnian." "Jiaoshu" means "professor" mistake, "Dianba" must be "Call back".I had never heard of Sanlu University, and I thought it was a newly opened university after the war. Gao Songnian didn't know who it was, let alone what department he hired him as a professor.However, there are national universities that travel thousands of miles to hire, which will eventually increase their value, because the war has only started for one year, and national university professors still have an enviable position among the salaried class.Ask Director Wang, Pingcheng is indeed in Hunan. Director Wang asked for a telegram to read. He deserves his praise. He said that the Dianjin Bank is a small place, and the dragon is not a thing in the pool. Qualifications for office.Hung-chien was delighted to hear this, and thought that this was really good news, and that the proposal to Miss Tang would certainly go well.Today is so memorable, the old kudzu vines were eliminated, and new opportunities were added.He told Manager Zhou and his wife at night, and Manager Zhou was also happy, saying that Heisei is too remote.Hung-chien said that he hadn't decided to agree yet.Mrs. Zhou said that she knew that he had to ask Miss Su Wenwan's permission first.She also said that the old-fashioned men and women are as good as Hung-chien and Miss Su, who got married early, and the new-style men and women are intimate with "heart and flesh" before they get married.Hung-chien laughed that she only knew Miss Su.She asked, "Is there anyone else?" Hung-chien was proud of himself, and quickly said that he would tell her the real news in three days.She was jealous of her dead daughter and said, "I can't see that you are such a good piece of fat that you snatched from me!" Hung-chien dismissed these vulgar words, and went back to his room to write the following letter:

Xiaofu:

The letter I sent the day before yesterday, I think I have watched it.I have recovered from my illness. If you write a letter to express your condolences, it is like a tonic after an illness. You are still welcome.Today I received a telegram from the National Sanlv University, hiring me as a professor.The school site seems too remote, but it is still an opportunity.I ask you to help me decide whether to go or not.What are your plans for the second half of the year?If you want to go to Kunming to resume school, I can also find a job in Kunming. If you go to a school in Shanghai, Shanghai will become the only place I am attached to.All in all, I will haunt you, haunt you, attach you like a ghost, and won't let you be quiet.I have long wanted to follow me-ah! "You" wrote "I" by mistake, but this typo is very reasonable, you think about why-to speak a simple sentence, I have reviewed this sentence thousands of times in my heart.I hate to invent a new and erratic saying, only I can say it, only you can listen to it, I have said it, I have heard it, this saying will fly, there is no second man in the past, present and future. A woman said so.I'm very sorry, but for you, the unparalleled one, I can only express my feelings with words that have been abused by people for thousands of years.Will you allow me to say that?I really don't dare to be presumptuous, you don't know how I am afraid that you will be angry.

Tomorrow morning, Hung-chien will send it to Manager Zhou's driver, and in the afternoon he will go to Tang's house after leaving the bank.When the rickshaw arrived at the door and saw Miss Su's car there, he was embarrassed and frightened.Miss Su's chauffeur took off his hat to him and said, "Mr. Fang has come by coincidence. Miss will be here for a while." Hung-chien said nonsense, "I'm passing by, so I won't go in," and turned a corner to go home.Thinking it was a glassy lie, crisp and bright, the driver must have been chuckling.Will Ms. Su speak bad things and ruin people's good deeds?But she may not know that she loves Miss Tang, and it will only embarrass her if she tells about the past six months.He didn't worry about masturbating like this.He waited for nothing tomorrow, but Miss Tang didn't hear from her.I went to see Miss Tang the day after tomorrow, but the maid said she was not at home.By the fifth day, he still hadn't believed it, and his two visits were all in vain.Hung-chien was so anxious that he could hardly sleep or eat, he recited his letter more than a dozen times, scrutinizing every word, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it.Maybe she still needs to study, she is eight or nine years older than her, and she has to get married if she falls in love, and she can't wait until she graduates from college, so she may be hesitant about this matter.As long as she promises to love herself, she can marry whenever she wants, and she must keep the chastity.Okay, write another letter, explaining that I will ask permission for an interview tomorrow Sunday, and everything will be ordered by her.

There was a strong wind that night, and tomorrow there will be light rain followed by heavy rain, and it will continue in one continuous line until the afternoon.When Hung-chien arrived at the Tang's house in the rain, the young lady was actually at home; he sensed that the maid's attitude was a little strange, so he ignored it.As soon as I saw Miss Tang, I knew that she was very reserved today, without the usual smile, and came out with a big paper bag in her hand.He gave up all his courage and said, "I have been here twice, but you were not at home. Have you received Monday's letter?"

"Received. Mr. Fang."—Hung-chien was afraid to breathe when she resumed her original address--"Mr. Fang heard that he also came on Tuesday. Why didn't he come in? I was at home that day."

"Miss Tang,"—returning her original address—"how did you know I was here on Tuesday?"

"My cousin's coachman saw Mr. Fang and wondered that you couldn't get in. He told my cousin, and my cousin told me. You should come in that day, we are talking about you."

"What kind of discussion is worth discussing with a person like me!"

"We not only discuss, but also study you, and feel that your behavior is very mysterious."

"What mystery do I have?"

"Isn't it mysterious enough? Of course, we girls who don't know the world, are unpredictable. I knew Mr. Fang's eloquence, and he must have a very satisfactory explanation for what he did. The big deal, Mr. Fang just said: 'I have no excuse, I can't explain, 'They'll forgive. Right?'

"What?" Hung-chien jumped up, "Did you see my letter to your cousin?"

"My cousin showed it to me, and she told me everything from the boat to that night."

Anger grew on Miss Tang's face, and Hung-chien dared not look her in the eye.

"What did she say?" Hung-chien murmured; he believed that Su Wenwan must have added fuel to the story, saying that he had seduced her and kissed her, and was going to refute it truthfully.

"Don't you know what you did?"

"Miss Tang, let me explain—"

"You 'can't explain', tell my cousin first." Fang Hongjian usually loved Miss Tang's cleverness, but now he only hoped that she would not be so aggressive because of her clumsy mouth and blunt cheeks. "My cousin also told me a few things about Mr. Fang, I don't know if it is correct or not. I heard that the Zhou family where Mr. Fang lives now is not an ordinary relative, it is Guiyue's family. Mr. Fang was married before—" Hung-chien To interrupt, Ms. Tang is worthy of being a lawyer's daughter. She knows the secrets of cross-examining witnesses in court and won't let him argue—"I don't need to explain. Is it the Yue family? It's fine. Have you ever been in love in a foreign country in the past few years? I don't know. But when you were on the boat back home, you just fell in love with Miss Bao, and you wanted to stay close to her, right?" Hung-chien bowed his head speechlessly—"Miss Bao is gone, you immediately pursue your cousin until-- —I don’t need to say any more. Besides, it is said that Mr. Fang studied in Europe and got an American degree—”

Hung-chien stomped his feet and said angrily, "Did I brag to you about whether I have a degree or not? It's just a joke."

"Mr. Fang is smart, and he plays every moment, but we are idiots, and we have to take your jokes seriously—" Miss Tang heard that Fang Hongjian's throat was choked, and her heart softened, but at this moment, she felt more distressed and hated, The more I want to punish him, the more I want to punish him—"Mr. Fang's past is too rich! The person I love, I want to be able to occupy his entire life. Before he met me, he had no past, leaving a blank space waiting for me—" Hung-chien continued. He bowed his head and remained silent—"I only hope that Mr. Fang has a bright future."

Hung-chien's body and mind were numb as if electrified. He only knew that Miss Tang was talking about himself, and he didn't have the time to understand the meaning of her words. It was as if a layer of oil paper was covered in his mind, and her words couldn't penetrate like raindrops, but the oil paper was trembling. The weight of the rain.When he heard the last sentence, he understood desperately. He raised his head, his eyes were full of tears, like the face of an older child who has been beaten and scolded, and tears poured into his heart.Miss Tang's nose suddenly became sore. "You are right. I am a liar, I dare not argue again, and I will never come to hate you again." Stand up and leave.

Miss Tang wished she could say, "Why didn't you defend? I will believe you," but she just said, "See you later." She sent Hung-chien off, hoping that he would have something to say.It was raining heavily outside, and she sent him to the door, really wanting to let him wait for the rain to die down before leaving.Hung-chien put on his raincoat, looked at Miss Tang, and shivered, not daring to hold hands.Seeing the light in his eyes, Miss Tang was drained by the burst of tears, she lowered her eyes and couldn't bear to look any more, she stretched out her hand mechanically: "Goodbye——" Sometimes, "Will you not sit for a while?" You can drive people away, Sometimes "goodbye" can hold people back; Miss Tang couldn't hold Fang Hongjian back, so she added "I hope you have a safe journey on a long journey".She went back to the bedroom, all the arrogance she had just now was gone, tired and annoyed.The maid came and told, "Mr. Fang is very strange. He was standing on the other side of the road, drenched in the rain." She hurried to the window to look, and sure enough, Hung-chien was standing with his back to the road outside the fence of a house diagonally opposite, the rain in the wind. The thread was whipping his unresponsive body sideways like a water whip.She saw her heart melt into bitter water, thinking that if he didn't leave in a minute, she would ignore the joke and ask the servant to invite him back.This minute was too long, and she couldn't wait any longer, and was about to pay the servants when Hung-chien suddenly turned around, shook himself like a dog shaking its fur, and started to walk away.Miss Tang apologized to her cousin for being too decisive when she was angry, and worried that Hung-chien would lose his mind and not get hit by a tram.After checking her watch a few times, an hour later, she called Zhou's house to ask, but Hung-chien hadn't returned yet, and she became more and more frightened as she thought about it.After dinner, the rain stopped early. She didn't want her family to hear it, so she slipped out to the nearby candy store to borrow a phone. Distraught and impatient, she made a wrong call the first time, and only heard the bell on the other side ring after the second call. No one came to pick me up.All three of Manager Zhou's family went out to socialize, and Hung-chien sat in the small cafe until this time before returning home. As soon as he entered, the servant said that Miss Su had called. Just as he was changing his clothes, the phone rang, but he ignored it, and the servant ran up to answer it, and immediately said, "Master Fang, Miss Su is on the phone." Hung-chien's socks were not put on properly, and his left foot was bare, so he jumped out of the room, picked up the phone, Regardless of whether the servant heard it or not, he said sharply—it’s a pity that he was caught in the rain and caught a cold, and his nose and cold had begun to get stuffy, and his voice was weak—said: "We are broken, broken! Do you hear me? Why do you call once or twice? You are so shameless, you are such a mess! I see that you will never get married—" Suddenly, she found that the other party had hung up long ago, and she almost wanted to call Miss Su again to force her to finish listening to her swearing.The maid listened amusedly at the corner of the stairs, and rushed to the kitchen to report.When Ms. Tang heard "shameless", she quickly hung up the receiver. Everyone was dizzy, and she managed to hold back her tears and went home.

That night, Fang Hongjian was thinking about the day's events, and he had bouts of fever. He could hardly believe it was true, and told Miss Tang everything, feeling that he was too contemptible to be a human being.Tomorrow, as soon as he woke up, the coachman of the Tang family brought a paper package, saying that the young lady would pay for it and return it.He looked at the paper bag. He saw it yesterday. There was no writing on it. He guessed it was a letter he wrote to her.He knew that Miss Tang couldn't do it, but he still hoped that she would write a few words, taking advantage of the moment of resoluteness to prolong the friendship, and hurriedly opened the paper package, only his old letters.With his head downcast, he wrapped Miss Tang's letter in the original paper, handed it to the driver and left.When Miss Tang received the paper-wrapped box, she opened it out of curiosity. It was the golden paper box with chocolate candy sandwiches that she gave to Hung-chien.She knew that there were her letters in the box, and she didn't want to open it. It seemed that if the box was not opened, she hadn't completely broken with him, and once she opened it, she would have broken with him with conclusive evidence.After sitting like this for an unknown amount of time—maybe it was only a few seconds—opened the lid of the box, and saw the seven letters I had given him. The envelopes were all torn and patched with cellophane. He opened the envelope and mended it clumsily with his fingers.Miss Tang felt uncomfortable for a while.He even found a piece of paper on the bottom of the box, with his home address and phone number on it. He remembered that he wrote it on the blank page at the back of his book when he ate for the first time. He cut it out and kept it as a treasure.She was in a daze when she was right, and suddenly thought that what he said on the phone yesterday might not be meant for herself; the first time he called a month ago, the Zhou family mistook it for Miss Su, and when he called twice yesterday, the person on the other side heard, He knew he was looking for Hung-chien, and he didn't ask for his name.Is this conjecture worth proving?Forget about Fang Hongjian.But I can't forget him in my heart, it's like a tooth has been clamped, and the tooth cavity is empty and hurts, it's better like a small tree planted in a flowerpot, if you want to uproot it, the flowerpot will shatter.Miss Tang has an arrogant temper and would rather bear the pain than get sick.During her illness for a few days, Miss Su came to visit her every day to accompany her, and told her that she was engaged to Cao Yuanlang, and secretly told her about Cao Yuanlang's proposal.It is said that Cao Yuen Long made up his mind not to get married when he was 15 years old. When he met Ms. Su, his view of life in the past 15 years was like a Japanese house during a major earthquake.Therefore, "he himself said that he hated me and was afraid of me at first, and wanted to avoid me, but—" Miss Su turned around with a smile and did not finish the sentence.The marriage proposal was like this. When Cao Yuanlang met, he looked very pitiful, and suddenly put a velvet box in Miss Su's hand, and ran away in a panic.Miss Su opened it, and inside the box was a gold chain, a big emerald on her head, and a piece of letter paper under the chain.Miss Tang asked her what the letter said, and Miss Su said: "He said he hated me at first and was afraid of me, but now—oh, you are the most naughty child, I won't tell you." Her brother-in-law invited her to spend the summer in Peking.When she returned to Shanghai at the end of August in the Gregorian calendar, Ms. Su begged her to be the bridesmaid at the wedding.The best man is Cao Yuen Long's friend studying abroad.When he met Miss Tang, he showed great hospitality, but she was annoyed and ignored him.He said to Cao Yuen Long with a British accent: "Dash it! That girl is forget-me-not and touch-me-not in one, a red rose which has somehow turned into the blue flower." [21] Cao Yuanlong praised his words Wonderful world, he thought that these words would reach Miss Tang's ears.But on the fourth day after the wedding, Miss Tang went to Hong Kong and Chongqing with her father.

(End of this chapter)