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Chapter 10 Fiction (5)
There are also many myths about Zhong Lu's decency, her personality and family background.One classmate told me how rich Zhong Lu's family used to be, another told me how beautiful her father was as a military officer who died in a certain year, and another told me how beautiful Zhong Lu was and how his temper was different from others.Because of falling in love, someone told me that she broke up with her mother and became independent to work and study hard, wandering around in many places, but she was always so arrogant, chic, and dressed so beautifully.Some people also said that Zhong Lu's mother was a Greek, a musician, and she was also very good-looking. She often lived in France and Italy, so Zhong Lu could speak several languages.More often than not, someone even told me the stories of many young people who fell in love with each other and almost went crazy.All in all, I have heard a lot about Zhong Lu, but at that time I only felt normal and not very enthusiastic.

There are only two stories in the story, but I remember them very clearly, and they were deeply impressed. After that, I unconsciously became curious about Zhong Lu.

One was told by the most beautiful female classmate in the same department.She said that that year the school held a grand artistic costume show, in which eight women would wear medieval nun costumes.

She is the supervisor of the production department. Every piece of clothing is issued by the design department, and she finds someone to compare and cut, and then find someone to try on the clothes after they are finished.One night, she went out for dinner and came back a little late. When she arrived at the door of the clothing department, she met a person from the clothing department who told her that when many clothes were ready and she was looking for someone to try them on, it happened that the electric light was broken and everyone was looking for wax. superior.

"Guess," she went on, "what did I see when I opened the door?"

She took a breath and looked at everyone and smiled (I was not the only one listening to the story at that time), "You think, you think in a room, several candles are lit high and low; shadows are cast everywhere; a table in the middle On it, silently, stood such a clock green—an unbelievably beautiful medieval nun, with her eyes slightly lowered, and a long lit candle held high in her hand. Simple and quiet, like a piece of Religious painting! Pulling the door knocker, I was in awe for a long time, unable to say a word! When someone’s laughter woke me up, I had already recorded this impression that I will never forget for the rest of my life.”

Ever since I heard this story, Zhong Lu has also started to have a basis in my heart. Every time I hear Zhong Lu’s name again, a picture pops up in my mind.Faintly, I saw that ancient young nun, lowering her eyes slightly, walking by holding a stick of wax.

The second time, I got a back view of Zhong Lu, which I vaguely imagined, because it came from a story told by a male classmate.This pale-faced classmate usually doesn't like to talk, he is a melancholy and thoughtful boy - I heard that the classmate who went to South Africa for love and never came back is his good roommate.One day it was raining heavily, and I was working with him in the studio, and it was getting dark gradually. Although it was not time to light the lights, I packed up my things and sat under the window to watch the rain, when I suddenly heard him say:

"It's strange, when it rains heavily, I always think of Zhong Lu!"

"Why?" I was a little curious.

"Because there was a heavy rain the year before last." He also went to the window, sat down and looked out the window, "it was much more rainy than today." He narrowed his eyes to himself, "It was terribly dark, and many people were Drawing pictures upstairs, only Bosen and I were standing downstairs smoking under the eaves of the front door. There was no one on the street, and the trees bowed and swayed like prisoners from the rain.

An indescribable bleakness and loneliness enveloped the entire street with no business, and everything beside the street that was silent.Suddenly, I heard the door knocker ringing behind me, the door opened, and a person slipped past me, walked down the steps and rushed into the heavy rain!That's Zhong Lu..." I recognized Zhong Lu's back, so slender and flexible, although she covered her head with a silk scarf folded into a triangle, and grasped the front two sides of the silk scarf tightly under her neck with one hand. Corner, dressed like a Russian village girl. Bosen said that Zhong Lu was crazy, and I couldn't help but call her back. "Zhong Lu, come back and listen to me!" She actually looked back in the rain and saw me, she raised her face and smiled slightly, showing a row of shell-like teeth." When my friend said, she turned her head and smiled at me, "You really can't imagine that there is such a beautiful woman in the world. People! No matter what anyone says, I will never forget how she turned her head and smiled like a village girl in the storm in the storm."

The picture moved powerfully through my consciousness as I looked from the rain to the shadowy studio.The friend crossed his hands and said solemnly:
"I just like the simplicity of Zhong Lu. The taste of the city always doesn't touch her innocence! That day, my enthusiastic roommate also saw Zhong Lu in the rain from the window of the building. Here, like a naughty country girl, a wild horse without a bridle, she yelled vigorously. When Zhong Lu heard it, she leaned over and ran away immediately. The thunder and lightning above, and the torrential rain all around, she was gone in a while. Disappeared in the mist of water..."

"Strange," he sighed, "I always remember this incident. It seems a natural memory of Zhong Lu in the storm."

After listening to this interjection, another faint clock green was added to my imagination.

Half a year has passed, and during the past six months, this Qinghuang friend has become more familiar with me, and often comes to tell me news about Zhong Lu in a soft voice.She is tossing and turning from one city to another, experience is constantly at her feet, fate seems to never cooperate with her, and many things are not smooth.

In autumn, one day my friend showed me two letters from Zhong Lu. The handwriting was as elegant as someone else’s. I kept the letters and read them carefully and found them very interesting.At that time, I was looking for a job during the summer vacation for the first time. I gained experience in the hustle and bustle of the city several times, and I felt very sympathetic to this wandering Zhonglu.

"Have you ever experienced the so-called industrial art?" She mocked in the letter, "You used to painstakingly teach me to adjust colors, draw ideal lines one by one, and what to do, do you know? I think you will never guess For two or three weeks, I and a dozen girls who were originally very lively, bowed their heads and drew something. You close your eyes, take a breath, let me tell you! Flower paper on the wall, good friend! Can you believe it What? Bouquets of pink roses fell from our hands, whole and half—because someone opened a factory just to make this beauty!" No, no, why should I blush?Now we are all fighters in an industrial war—(what a beautiful war!)—and, you know, everyone gets paid differently; I dropped a little and went to listen to music, thank you for the bouquets of roses! "

Humorously, humorously she writes down such naughty complaints.Another one:
"... Well, it's already autumn, thank God, the artificial roses will wither. I'm determined not to make any bouquet of flowers this time. The kind of errand that forces people's eyes to degenerate requires all I have. I didn't have the courage, I failed, and I don't know which part of my heart was hurt. "I came to the village, this time to spread knowledge to the simple people in the village! ×× Bookstore sent me to solicit sales, children's books, encyclopedias of common sense, I literally brought 'knowledge'

Samples go around.But the lovely old lady asked me for the latest cook book, and the working-to-skinny woman asked for a novel about city life—you know that urban romance of falling in love in evening clothes!

"I always find some contradictory smiles when I come back to the house at night. The old ladies in the country are ideal mothers. I have never eaten more milk in my life, and slept on softer eiderdown quilts. It turned out that I was carrying a hoe in my hand. Farmers are all the strength cultivated by the gentleness of such mothers. I love their simple emotions and lives, like day and night, sun and shadow, farming and eating and sleeping, husband and wife, son and mother, happiness and hard work They are all evenly placed on both ends of the balance. "The charm of the countryside, the shade of the stream and trees are all in line with my liking, and you can't think of any treasure behind my house?A well, honestly an old-fashioned well, and sooner or later I go out to fetch water for the old lady.Really, this is the day, although there are no olive trees on the side of the mountain, and a loom for weaving at night, otherwise everything will return to my ideal past... "Go to the well to draw water, do you know what it feels like?" God, my dress is blown loose by the wind, the red leaves are swirling on my head, it's autumn, no nonsense, I went to the well to draw water. When you come back, you watch me carry the water jug ​​on my shoulder return!"

After reading the letter, a classic clock green came to my heart again.

Around March, my friend came to my desk with a book in his hand, and asked me if I had read this newly published book, and I pulled out a copy from the drawer to show him.He laughed and said, you know this author is Zhong Lu's lover.

I thanked him happily, and said: "Now I understand." I showed him a few more lines in the book, and he read it again, put down the book and recited it silently, saying:
"He's right, he's right, this guy is really lovely, they totally get it."

After that, another half month passed.The weather is gradually warming up, and I always open the window when I study in the house at night, and the grassland in front of the window is separated from the lights and horses of the city in the distance.One night, it was very late at night, and I felt cold. I just closed the window, but I heard someone calling me outside the window, and then someone threw sand on the glass. Friend, there's a woman standing by my door:

The friend said: "Can you come down, we have something to ask you."

I tiptoed downstairs, opened the door, and heard my friend say in the shadows: "Zhong Lu, Zhong Lu, she came here too late, there is no place to stay, I think, maybe you can try, she will leave tomorrow morning." Let's go." He whispered to me again: "I know you would like to know her."

This happened really unexpectedly, when I heard the familiar yet mythical Zhong Lu unexpectedly standing in front of me, the long figure was wearing a coat, half of the face was covered by a low half hat, I Can't see anything.I reached out to shake her hand and told her I heard her a lot at school.She promised me with a laugh that she hoped she would disappoint me and not be as bad as her friends said she was!

In the dark night, her voice is like a silver bell, gently shaking, and at the end it is soft and gentle, with a little echo.She turned around to thank that friend again, put her arm on his shoulder and said frankly, "Bairo, you are always such a lovely person."

She followed me up the stairs, I just felt strange, Zhong Lu has always been a classical figure in my heart, her actual existence at this moment feels absurd and unbelievable.

I was a poor student at that time, and I lived in a small room with a classmate, and I happened to go home for a few days when we were in the same room.I still remember that night I was on her desk, turned on her very proud light yellow light, and used the red bathrobe shared by the two of us to spread it on the big chair next to it, and prepared to cover it on my lap as a blanket when reading .The layout of the room was very simple, but we tried our best to tidy it up to a certain degree of fun: in front of the wardrobe we hung a large black tapestry with gold thread, and above it hung a pair of pictures carved by my friend himself. A golden beauty mask, next to the wall are placed two sleeping couches, covered with dark yellow bed curtains and some cushions, and there is a tulle oriental screen between the two couches.There is a desk on one side of the window, each has a bookshelf, and a few cute antiques.

The air of the whole house is still very comfortable, and the color is also a little dark and mysterious.When Zhong Lu came into the room, I asked her to sit on the only big chair we had. She took off her hat and coat, put her red bathrobe on her body and said, "Can you really let me occupy the only throne in this room?" For some reason, when I heard this, I froze for a moment, and looked at her in the red dress under the lamp.It can be seen that she was originally wearing a bronze-colored dress, with a wide soft copper belt around her waist, and two or three pairs of thin copper bracelets on one arm. Under the cover of the red bathrobe, black ancient brocade Before, I only felt that she had a kind of charm from face to heel, a kind of precious breath and brilliance, which was beyond the usual so-called beauty or beauty.Her face is slightly oval, her eyebrows are clear, and she has a taste of Nan Omandana; her eyes are blue-brown, although they are very large, they are slightly shy.Her head, face, ears, nose, lips, neck and two hands are all like carved figures!Each side and her side are so clear and soft, allowing light and shadow to move on it.

Tea was burning in my little copper pot, so I poured out a cup and handed it to her.This time she was stunned and said: "I really didn't expect someone to give me tea at this time. I really went to China this time." I smiled and said: "Bai Luo told me that you like to draw water from the well, okay, I just like to make tea. Everyone has her traditional hobby, and it is not easy to get rid of." At that moment, her lips were slightly pressed together, like a flower, from budding to opening, without any trace. Opening it, revealing the row of shell-like teeth, I said silently in my heart, I can always say that I have seen a real beauty in my life.

"You know," I said, "everyone in school likes to talk about you, you are simply a mythical figure in my heart, no, it is simply a classic figure; today you came, I still can't believe the reality of this matter! "

She said: "Most of the things in my life are like dreams. In the past two years, I have been used to wandering. Most of the things today and tomorrow are not continuous; the reality itself is a series of absurdities that may not be continuous but continuous. What? I can believe everything now, especially at this moment, so late at night, I interrupted the tranquility of a person I have never met, sitting in her room, drinking tea sent by her thousands of miles away!"

That night, she not only drank my tea in my room, but also moved my books and many of my photos on my bookshelf, asked me a lot of questions, and told me that she had a friend who liked Chinese poetry ——I knew it was the young writer, her lover, but I didn't ask her.She was moving happily under the small light in the middle of my room, standing in front of Motuo, a statue of Luoyang, silent for a while, stopping for a while and then walking past, softly rubbing down the outline of the golden mask with her fingers, She moved the Tang pottery figurines and seals on my table.Ask me about the inscription on the bronze sword on the wall.Pure shapes and lines seem to arouse her interest.

After a while she was tired, she inadvertently stretched herself, and slowly untied the belt around her body. Naturally and lively, she took off her clothes one by one, revealing her astonishingly sculptural beauty.I watched her patiently and meticulously remove the brass bracelet on her arm, brush her fine hair with a brush, walk back and forth into the bathroom to wash her face and come out again.Needless to say her beauty, what surprised me is that all her actions and posture are so individual and rhythmic.I thought to myself, the body-sculpting students in the nature dance class, and the two most proud models in our body painting class, Mindy and Susie, their beauty is nothing more than superficial softness and beauty. Green really can't compare.

I couldn't help but smiled straightforwardly with interest and said to Zhong Lu:
"Zhong Lu, you look so beautiful, do you know that?"

She suddenly turned around and glanced at me, smiled good-naturedly, and sat on my bed.

"Do you know that you are a very strange child?" After she reached out and stroked my head (my head was bowed at the time, I seemed a little embarrassed), "To tell you the truth, when Paolo told me, When I was asked to live in a Chinese girl's room, I was a little scared, I wondered how much we would talk about Confucian morality and Eastern politics; I was afraid that my behavior might offend your prudent Buddhism!"

This time she finished speaking, but I yawned and fell on the bed, laughing.

She said, "It turns out that you live here really freely."

I asked her if she meant our unrestrained actions at the moment.I said it was because it was midnight after all, and the landlady couldn't interfere in her dream. In fact, she was a very religious believer. I used to surprise her with her shyness when I brought home my very ordinary sketches.My boyfriend has never been to the bottom of my stairs, even sitting on the edge of the stairs, at 10:30, she must have a cough.

Zhong Lu smiled and said, "You mean there is not much distance between the Temple of Confucius and the God of Liberty!"

At that time, I was sleeping on the bed and chatting with her, and there was only a small lamp in the room.She put on her pajamas, opened the window for me, and then returned to the bed to hug her knees and smoke. Under a small flash of light, she puffed out smoke rings one after another, and I suspected that I was dreaming again.

"I really hope to come to China one day," she said, moving my cheongsam in front of the bed. "I haven't seen what the lotus in the east looks like. I love sailing very much."

I said: "I have an appointment with you. When you come in a few years, pick a camellia that blooms all over the season. I will put a robe on you. I will definitely invite you to sit on the most romantic sailing boat in my hometown."

"If it's a moonlit night, I can play a Greek lyre for you."

"Maybe then you'd rather die in your lover's arms! If yours comes too." I teased her.

She suddenly said seriously but with the softest voice: "I hope to have this blessing."

Just talking and laughing like this, I fell asleep dimly.

When it was dawn, I felt someone push me, and I opened my eyes to see that she had already put on her clothes, packed her purse, and bent down to say goodbye to me.

"Goodbye, good friend," she stroked my head mischievously again, "let's count it as a dream. Now do you believe that you promised someone last night that you would take her on a sailing boat?"

It's not like a dream, I squinted my eyes and asked her why she got up so early.She told me to catch the [-]:[-] bus to go to the countryside, maybe come back in about a month, and then she will definitely come to see me again.She wouldn't let me get up to see her off, but wanted me to promise her that I would close my eyes and go back to sleep as soon as she left.

(End of this chapter)