Xu Xuzhi

Chapter 96 "A Room with a View"

After spending two days in the urban area, I led the children to visit countless museums, large and small. I did not forget to pay tribute to the place where Galileo was forced to confess his guilt. A resort - Fiesole.

The Japanese spies who followed were changed again: on weekdays, if Ning Zheng was in a good mood, he would follow them; if he became impatient, he would tell Zhi Changsheng to let them disappear for a few days. Helping Japanese spies doesn't have the strength to be in China, and he can only endure the dark losses.This time their family is going to Fiesole, Ning Zheng doesn't want these "toads lying on their feet - not biting but disgusting" low-level creatures to spoil their mood, so these spies are beaten again for no reason , When I woke up, I found that I was in an unknown town.

"Look, this is where E.M. Forster, the author of 'A Room With a View', has been." Feng Jiu told Ning Zheng enthusiastically—she read this English novel during college, and the author Foss Although he does not belong to any literary school, he put forward that "relationship is truth". He is inclined towards liberalism and individualism. Fengjiu didn't follow the trend, but adopted the trivial writing method of stream of consciousness that has been popular for some years. Also appreciate it.

Ning Zheng looked blank without any surprise.

Feng Jiu shook his head and raised his eyebrows again.

As a standard engineering graduate and a professional soldier, Ning Zheng has never been a literary youth. Even when he was in the United States, he had never read a few Western literary works—it would be better to watch movies or plays directly— Apart from a collection of classics and histories, he doesn’t read many Chinese books: except for Journey to the West, Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Water Margin, which all Chinese boys have read since childhood, when he first entered puberty, he experienced very few books. Actively read such famous erotic novels as "Jin Ping Mei" and "Ten Duan Jin".

Early the next morning, they hired two four-wheeled carriages and bumped all the way to the headland of the Fiesole Highlands. Everyone divided into teams, and after getting out of the car, they began to climb the mountain on the left; the hill is not high, Around noon, they reached the summit together.

The top of the mountain is a large piece of lush grass, and occasionally there are a few tall olive trees; now the two children are led by the vase and guarded by the guards, picking flowers and climbing trees in the distance, having a great time, and the childish laughter is sweet , rushed over in bursts.

Fengjiu saw the beautiful scenery of the Arno River valley below, and took a few steps forward: at this time, the violets were in full bloom, and she was standing among the waist-high violet flowers, the thin petals on the big flowers were almost transparent , It's almost hard to tell whether it's the sky or the petals; the blue flowers are clustered together to form an endless sea of ​​flowers, and the flower stalks of clusters are gently swaying with the wind, like waves, in the light of the beginning of the lotus moon. In the wind, it hit her big white skirt.

Bao Ping glanced over by accident, and felt that the girl was really like the legendary mermaid princess, standing so gracefully on the blue sea.

What Bong Jiu was thinking about was the famous scene in the novel "A Room with a View" because it happened to be in this place: Lucy, a young lady from the upper class of England, went to Italy for vacation and met a working-class woman. Emerson, a young man, both felt a strong attraction to the opposite sex; but Lucy could not accept Emerson because of his low social status, and they forced themselves to suppress their emotions.Later, in this picturesque scene, she carried herself away for the first time and accepted his involuntary kiss with strong love...

The fundamental reason why she likes this novel is that even if her lover is in her arms, the hero Emerson hopes that she can have her own thoughts and be an independent "person".

Knowing that she was going to climb the hills of Fiesole today, Feng Jiu specially chose a white silk dress with a high collar and large swing, and wore a wide sea blue girdle. She was thin because she had been traveling recently. The shoulders are slightly looser, and the lantern flying sleeves will slip down from time to time, revealing the round shoulders, just like the white pearls.

She braided her fluffy long hair into a loose centipede braid hanging down her waist, and tied an eggplant silk handkerchief at the end of the braid. On her head was a huge off-white straw hat with a wide brim, which just covered her eyes. She occasionally bares her shoulders.

Down from the top of the mountain, there is a gentle grassy slope, full of wild flowers of various colors. Here, there is an endless beauty that makes the eyes comfortable, puts down the worries, and makes the head empty; at the foot of the mountain, there is the mother river of Tuscany —The Arno River murmured by.

Fengjiu was immersed in the situation of his favorite novel, when he suddenly heard rustling sounds from a distance, he turned his head and saw that Ning Zheng, who was wearing a white straw hat and a white suit, was holding a trekking pole, pushing aside the tall Violet Pedicel walked towards her, with handsome eyebrows and imposing manner, Feng Jiu couldn't help but burst into a bright smile, and stretched out his hand longingly towards him.

Forced to leave the oppressive motherland and come to the romantic old Europe, Feng Jiu has more and more the appearance of a 23-year-old woman; in fact, she has always had a strong romantic charm; but, romantic should be two people She stretched out her hand to Ning Zheng because she just hoped that he would come and accompany her quietly—she didn't dare to hold out any hope for the fact that the other half was a man with an engineering degree and a soldier.

Ning Zheng walked up to her quickly, staring at her silently; Feng Jiu put his hand on his shoulder naturally, Ning Zheng threw his stick aside, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and kissed her deeply. down.

Feng Jiu's pupils suddenly dilated, and his eyes and heart were full of Ning Zheng's extremely handsome face, and his snorting from the forceful kiss.A small drum was beating in her heart, and the sound of the piano sounded in her ears: at this moment, her girlish heart, which had been dormant for many years, seemed to wake up with a "bang", and was beating happily.

Ning Zheng finished the kiss, looked down at Feng Jiu's eyes, and found unbelievable ecstasy inside: In fact, he had already discovered that Feng Jiu had been extremely excited when he arrived in Fiesole this time.

Ning Zheng was a little puzzled: Fengjiu had a magical quality. When she was in China, no matter what important occasion she was in, she could complement the depth and depth accumulated in China's long history; unexpectedly, when she came to Europe, she was originally purely Chinese. The classical and elegant atmosphere can also be changed, and the elegant demeanor displayed by the whole person can match this pure western elegance and luxury.In the final analysis, it is because of her unparalleled elegance.

Just like just now, she was standing in the flower garden more than ten meters away from her, wearing a skirt that hugged her upper body tightly, making her waist look even more slender, but the breasts that became full after giving birth gave her a little The usual plump body of women in European oil paintings; and the occasionally exposed round shoulders, just like the teapot with beautiful shoulders that he has played with for a long time, the shape of the vessel is beautiful, the plump and thin are integrated, "the sea of ​​flowers and the wind make the beauty come", ye touching.

He took off the hat on his head, pulled the flowers away, and walked towards her, faster and faster, until he put his arms around her domineeringly, and pressed her face against her, until her waist was bent back so that the tips of her hair were hanging down. When she reached Huacong, the hat on her head fell to the ground long ago.He pressed her lips violently, and both of them felt dizzy. It took him a while to move his lips to the shoulder where he had been greedy and wanted to print them, and kissed again and again, and then his voice was hoarse. Said: "Ning is willing to surrender to you, my princess..."

Feng Jiu's mood was agitated, his dimples were flushed, and his eyes seemed to be dyed by the large violets, turning blue, and he was a little unsteady - hey, how did he know that he liked it like this?

This is also really strange, this pair of couples who have clearly reached the seven-year itch can be regarded as an old couple no matter where they are placed. How come they have the first feeling of being in love when they arrive at Fei Leng Cui?

Feng Jiu and Ning Zheng got married without having a good relationship. There is always a lack of free love, and this lack cannot be made up for through deliberate creation.

So is it magical Italy that has this magic?

of course not.What Ning Zheng was thinking in his heart was—fortunately, the effort spent in quickly reading the novel that Feng Jiu mentioned in the past two days was not in vain.

Ever since Feng Jiuyi said the name of the novel, Ning Zheng had gone to the library of Arno River Villa to find the book that he had never even heard of.

Fortunately, Ciano's tall and huge library, which needs to step on a ladder to get to the top of the library, has a lot of collections. No matter what language the books are, they are all sorted by Latin alphabet, so he found the person who was in the library very smoothly. The book of Forster, a well-known European writer.

The book is quite thin, and he hurriedly took the time to read it. He couldn't help but be impressed by the important plots of the hero and heroine on the top of the Violet Mountain; The protagonist dresses himself up carefully, he has become conscious, and vaguely understands the secret intention of his wife.

Feng Jiu was so shy by nature, it was impossible to make any request directly; so when Feng Jiu smiled brightly at him, Fu Zhixin recklessly kissed him.Judging from Fengjiu's reaction later, it is believed that the old dream about youthful love hidden deep in the wife's heart has been fulfilled.

Although this couple has been married for seven years, they have never felt itchy. One reason is that it is too late for the two to be happy; People's character has also been determined, and they can't have any other ideas.

They gradually moved closer all the way, and finally made up for the many regrets left by the lack of love at the beginning.

This is also a kind of "the mulberry elm that is lost, and the east corner that is harvested".

However, about the fact that he has read the novel, Ning Zheng does not intend to tell Feng Jiu the whole story. The surprise in Feng Jiu's eyes will be his own permanent secret.

As soon as they separated, they were still looking at each other and smiling, when the two children who were having fun ran over chattering, their little faces flushed, and they jumped into the arms of their parents one by one.

Ning Zheng lifted Long Sheng up, and Long Sheng waved his small fist to the sky triumphantly; Feng Jiu also wanted to lift Ya Ya up like that, but it was a pity that he was exhausted as soon as he lifted it halfway. Caught off guard, they fell together on the soft grass; Ya Ya was not depressed at all, but was amused by her mother's behavior. She pressed on Feng Jiu, hugged her neck, and shouted in a small voice, "What a fool!" Poor little mother!"

Ning Zheng and Long Sheng also laughed, Ning Zheng hugged Long Sheng with one arm, bent down to hug Ya Ya, and sat on his strong arms one by one; Feng Jiu sat lazily on the ground, With both arms propped back on the ground, looking at the three grandpas smiling like flowers in front of them, a poem from Dasu suddenly came to my heart: My hometown is where my heart is at ease.

They joined Aquarius again, took out a large piece of moisture-proof tape and spread it on the grass, the whole family sat down neatly, and enjoyed a picnic full of Satisfaction style: the thin-bottomed seafood pizza was baked by Feng Jiu himself. There are various small desserts and refreshing drinks baked by the Italian chef in the villa.

On the return carriage, I heard the coachman who spoke high-pitched Italian like a torrent say that there are large fields near the castle where they live, and at night in this season, it is a wonderful time for endless fireflies to fly in the sky. Upon hearing this, the couple immediately decided to take the children out to catch fireflies at night.

In addition to fireflies, there are naturally other flying insects and mosquitoes at night, so they all put on long clothes and trousers, and tied the cuffs of the trouser legs tightly. Some held firefly nets in their hands. Seeing that they were happy, the servant simply brought a broom made of weeds pulled from the yard, and told Feng Jiu, the only one in the group who knew Italian, that waving this broom would be equally effective at catching fireflies.

When it was dark, the well-versed Italian servant was in front of him with a dimmed lantern, Ning Zheng was holding Ya Ya, holding a flashlight with one hand, Feng Jiu was leading Long Sheng, followed by the enthusiastic Aquarius, Came to the field less than 300 meters away from the castle.Everyone greeted each other, for fear that someone would leave the order and fall into the ditch again.

The footman in front led them along the familiar path in the field. They kept talking in low voices carefully, so as not to frighten away the timid insects.

In this season, thousands of trees are verdant, endless vitality is surging everywhere, and the air is filled with seemingly invisible water vapor. This is the evening fog from the Arno River next to it. The further you go, the less cautious you need to be—— They have entered the firefly kingdom.

In the sky and on the ground, in the grass, among the branches, in the flowers... everywhere, the fireflies here are even more spectacular than what Yaya saw when she was still in Fengjiu's belly.This is no longer just a group, but a large-scale fire net that can be connected into pieces at one time, and a long galaxy at a time. The children clasp their hands and cover them with net bags. After a while, Ning Zheng and Feng Jiu saw that Yaya and Longsheng had already caught enough to light up at night, so they were not allowed to catch any more.

After returning home, the fireflies were put into a small bag sewn with air-permeable gauze. The two children slept in the same room. Looking at the flickering light tied to the four-corner bedpost with ropes, I don’t know how many children they talked about. The unique silly words made Ning Zheng and Feng Jiu who were sitting beside them laugh uncontrollably.

Even though he turned his head and saw Ning Zheng's shining eyes even in the dark night, Feng Jiu still lost no time in making up a fairy tale about a brother and sister of the firefly clan who tried their best to protect their territory and clansmen. The child continued to make up—this is a game that the mother often plays, and Fengjiu thinks it is very beneficial to broaden the child’s imagination and strengthen the child’s ability to express—then they chatted happily for a while, and the two children Dongxi's eyelids finally gained some weight, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

Ning Zheng and Feng Jiu went back to their room lightly—the lingering prestige of that fiery kiss during the day on the mountain was still there, they always looked at each other and smiled unconsciously, and later even Ya Ya found out, Unwillingly stomping her little feet, she asked her parents why they always looked at each other as if they couldn't get enough of each other, and whether there was something interesting to hide from her "Little Ms. Ning Yanqiao", Feng Jiu Ningzheng listened They were all startled, Bao Ping secretly laughed, Long Sheng stretched out his hand to pinch his sister's still chubby little face, ashamed of her being so old and competing with her parents for favor.

Looking at each other, Ning Zheng, who had been waiting so hard, had nothing more to say, and they quickly got entangled. Panting and sweating, Feng Jiu still took time to look at the cabinet opposite the bed, on which were the previous few. The marble statue of "Cupid and Psyche" that Tian bought, Ning Zheng took a bite of her, thinking that she was attracted by the handsome and handsome Cupid, "What are you looking at?"

Fengjiu twisted his ear as a retaliation, and whispered: "I think, I am more beautiful than this Psyche..."

Only then did Ning Zheng remember that when he occasionally looked at this handsome couple, he had been looking at Psyche for a long time, so he couldn't help but smile, "Of course, who can be as beautiful as you..."

Fengjiu was satisfied, and offered himself piously, and naturally someone was ecstatic and accepted everything.

The night wind is thin, blowing the fragrance of the small white flowers on the blooming incense rafter tree in front of the castle, and the leaves of the olive trees make a sound, and the clear water of the Arno River continues to move forward.

The couple couldn't fall asleep, so they got up and went to the bathroom after they were satisfied, and then they leaned on each other and sat on a double wicker chair on the sunny terrace. pleasant.

Feng Jiu yawned lightly, and tilted his head on Ning Zheng's shoulder, "This smell, why is it like Fengtian's late spring..."

Ning Zheng didn't speak, and looked down for a while, and found that Feng Jiu had fallen asleep.

He carried her back to the bedroom, did not close the window, and let the snow-white curtains flutter in the night wind: the river scene, the mountain scene, one by one fell into his dream, and suddenly turned into a military horse farm, Siping Street, the Forbidden City, Zhaoling, and a giant current The river... in the dreams of Ning Zheng and Feng Jiu, is running vigorously.

(End of this chapter)