The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

After a while, Shen Xi hurried back with the teapot.

Two men are holding paper and pen, and the corners of a newspaper are full of French and English.

Dr. Tan has always wanted to translate the book after returning to China and ask Fu Dongwen to discuss it with him if he takes the time.

"Can't understand?" Dr. Tan glanced at her, "When I was studying, I could only speak English but not English. A lot of the materials are in French."

"Just now...you said that the patients your professor studied are all infarcts." The key point is the word "death". She thought of it when she poured hot water. However, most of the materials she had read were sick and could not escape death.

"It turned out to be running back for this. I told you earlier that his current physical condition is stable and not as serious as you thought. You, you are still a layman in cardiology. I'm just worried that he will come to this step in the end," Doctor Tan smiled at him and wrote an English word, "He is this. In fact, it is the young master's life, let him, follow him."

Shen Xi looked at it, resembling Xinbi.

At this time, Fu Baitu, who was discussed, said that he wanted to drink tea.

Shen Xi handed him the tea cup with both hands, and said softly: "It's hot, you take it slow."

She was embarrassed when she said this. It's like I can't wait to blow him a few mouthfuls, blowing cold.

Fu Tongwen and Doctor Tan both laughed. The former was helpless, while the latter was joking.

"Let's go back to the previous story." Fu Dongwen made a round for her.

"Come on, discuss this," Dr. Tan pointed to the English written on the edge of the newspaper, "heart distress? Heart cramping? Choking pain."

Fu Dongwen pondered.

"The "Neijing" has said about Xinbi... some Chinese medicine books also say about Juexinpain," Shen Xi suggested. "Temporarily translate colic. We also have the term colic, "Angelica peony and peony can relieve colic."

"Okay, just colic. I will translate the book and use it," he patted Fu Dongwen's arm, "remember, you have angina."

Fu Tongwen disagreed, and brought the newspaper over: "This matter can't be delayed. We still have to have our own educational books on Western learning. Don't delay your return to China, and start working on it as soon as possible."

She echoed: "I can help you too, Mr. Tan."

Doctor Tan angrily smiled: "In the past, I was instructed by one person, but now it's better and I'm in a pair."

Shen Xi lowered his head and smiled, playing with his pen.

Fu Dongwen seemed to have not heard it again, and put the tea cup down. He held the newspaper in one hand and read the printed text.

The January “Daily Mail” is all outdated old news. Last year, on the Christmas Day of Jesus, a part of the German, British and French troops on the Western Front stopped shooting at each other for a short time for this great holiday, and held a battle against the earth.

Fu Dongwen glanced at the end: "Who won this game?"

Dr. Tan pulled the newspaper and looked through it: "Didn't you write it?"

"Britain has won," Shen Xi said. "It's written in another newspaper."

"If you think about it, everyone wins the same." He said again.

The battlefield was cruel, and the players who played in the end couldn't survive.

Fu Dongwen folded the newspaper and kept it handy. Others leave here: "I'm going to talk about a small business."

What kind of business can be discussed on this cruise ship? Shen Xi guessed all morning.

The answer was revealed that afternoon.

There was an extra sniper on their private deck, which Fu Dongwen asked the merchants on board to borrow. The man was short in stature and did not talk to them. Every time she passed in front of her, she could always notice the shiny black boots on the sniper's feet, which were police boots. He also likes to smoke, but he doesn't pay attention to it. He likes to squash the cigarette butts on the bottom of his boots. Every time he is a waiter or a temporary housekeeper to take away the cigarette butts. In this regard, they have an extra temporary travel companion.

Before going to bed that night, Shen Xi made enough preparations.

Dr. Tan said that Fu Tongwen's work and rest are regular, so she decided to go to bed after he was asleep. In order not to show her composure, she also moved all Dr. Tan's books to the suite.

The clock beats very slowly, pointing to nine o'clock.

She flipped through the book and noticed that he was in the bathroom, wiping his hands with a pure white towel. With her hand behind her ear, her little finger was unconsciously wrapped around her hair, go to sleep, go to sleep.

Fu Dongwen's leather shoes passed by, paused slightly, and walked towards her without entering the bedroom.

"Did Qingxiang tell you that I would lie down on the bed at nine o'clock every night, so you prepared these books," he turned over the book for her, "tell me, what time do you plan to sleep?"

"I got used to it when I was studying," Shen Xi looked up at him, completely sincere. "Sometimes when I look up, it's dawn."

Fu Dongwen closed the book for her.

Shen Xi explained superfluously: "I'm serious."

He laughed: "It's boring to always read professional books. I brought a copy of "Benevolence", do you want to read it?"

Tan Sitong’s works are forbidden|books.

She was surprised: "I heard Gu Yiren say that the Japanese version is out. Are there any Chinese characters?"

"I asked someone to print it privately." He explained.

Such treasures are naturally worth seeing.

Fu Dongwen turned over the book in the lower part of the closet and threw it on the bed: "Go to bed and see."

Hearing this sentence, Shen Xi only realized that he was using it to break the seemingly non-existent ambiguity between the two. There must always be a logical reason to let her go to bed, otherwise, I am afraid that she will really endure till dawn...

She lingered in the bathroom for ten minutes, then came out, the chandelier went out.

Two wall lamps, one on the left and the other on the right, hang on the head of the bed.

Fu Dongwen was still wearing a shirt, leaning there, reading a book. When he just boarded the ship to pack his clothes, she saw that he was wearing pajamas, but he was still wearing a shirt tonight. However, she was afraid of misunderstandings, and she dared not put on her pajamas at all, so she only picked up the lightest dresses in summer.

Shen Xi also went to bed, covered the quilt, and took "Benevolence" in his hand.

Sure enough, there is no name of the printing house, it was printed privately.

Books are good books.

But her thoughts slipped out of the sky. Fu Dong's text at this time is a kind of laziness with alcohol and people scattered. She was wondering whether he had such an expression and attitude when he was studying in London, and he was leaning on the parasol trees alone.

After thinking for a while, he silently read a few unused sentences, and then reluctantly read in quietly.

On Fu Dongwen's side, he just turned the last page and closed the book.

Wearing a shirt to sleep is a chore. The body and arms are **** by a thin layer of cloth and cannot move. Others were lacking and the book was finished, so he leaned there idly and watched her. She wore a velvet one-piece dress tonight, with a thin white arm exposed without any decorations. It was too simple to compare with the noble ladies and businessmen's wives on the ship. There are two small pearls on the earlobes, fake, but pretty.

It is rare for Fu Dongwen to use the word "beautiful" to girls. He never mentioned it, and he was mostly disdainful in his heart.

It is still a satin headband with different colors, and the pearls clasped diagonally are also fakes.

It seems that she spent all the money on her studies.

Fu Tongwen put the book on the bedside, turned off the wall lamp, and declared the end of the night reading.

She looked at him in the dark from the light, "Have you finished?"

"It's not necessary to finish reading it today."

Too.

She asked again: "Shall I check before going to bed?"

"I'm fine." He replied.

There was a moment of silence.

Both of them laughed again, and Fu Tongwen said, "Okay, lie down."

Shen Xi retracted into the quilt.

Fu Dongwen smiled and shook his head, and got out of bed. He pulled his slippers around the end of the bed, walked to the bed on her side, and turned off the light. In the darkness, she saw that he had changed his pajama pants and was barefoot.

...

From that day, for more than a dozen nights, she was crushed by nightmare.

In the dream, the man came to claim his life, saying that he had made a lot of mistakes, and it was not her turn to kill.

Every time Shen Xi had a nightmare, he was short of breath, tossing and turning. Fu Tongwen always hugged her patiently through the quilt, and while she was half-dreaming and half-awake, he whispered something else to her, pulling her from the abyss back to reality. One night, she heard him say in the dark that he and the cook on the ship were discussing a pot. People didn't know, but they knew chowder. The delicacies that Li Hongzhang brought during his visit to the United States have been popular in the United States for a long time.

"If you want to eat, Brother San will have someone make it for you tomorrow." He leaned over and stroked her long black hair to the pillow.

The hair was soft and knotted in his fingers. This time he didn't tugged hard, he learned more about the patience of the buckle, and didn't break her hair.

After this night, she finally stopped having the same nightmare.

In this way, their journey has truly begun.

In the morning, Fu Dongwen would wake up half an hour earlier than her, and each time he would open the curtains to wake her up. They would chat on the private deck during the day. These two men were well-informed and never let her be cold. From war to business, to medicine, and the philosophy taught by Fu Dongwen, finally fell to Shakespeare’s opera and religion. On the issue.

Just taking into account safety, her range of activities is very small.

In the evening, the two also reached a consensus on "night reading". They both leaned on the bedside, flipping through their books and talking occasionally, and their voices were also very low. After staying with him for a long time, she would notice that Fu Dongwen was a casual person in private. He opened the door and went out. He was a young man. One door was closed, but the room was an unkempt scholar.

At first everyone was still paying attention to the ceremony, and slowly, he also relaxed.

He would not shave his beard for two or three days and let people deliver food into the room. He would not clean himself unless he went out to see people. Once she went back to the room, she saw him wearing a shirt and trousers, barefoot, with one hand on the table, leaning against him, looking at a stack of paper, on which he had written something a few days ago.

The moment she looked at him, he messed up his short hair and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Look at what I do?"

Immediately, the manuscript was thrown into the trash can without nostalgia.

***

One month passed.

In the eyes of outsiders, Shen Xi has always been a wife of the old age, and she will not leave Fu Dongwen every step of the way.

Fu Tongwen treats her very considerately. She often wakes up in the morning and quietly pulls his pillow over and presses her face on it, thinking, they seem to be no different from a husband and wife like this.

One night, she got out of bed to drink water and saw him lying on his side in his sleep, confused, and went to untie her clothes.

When the fourth button was unlocked, he was caught and frowned slightly.

Shen Xi squatted quietly in front of him, stretched out both hands, trying to help him, but he didn't dare to touch the buttons. Even if you instill in yourself "this is caring for the patient", it is difficult to go one step further.

His collarbone, neck, and most of his skin were exposed in front of her eyes, making her afraid to look anymore.

She was afraid that he would catch the cold, so she raised the quilt for him to cover up the beautiful scenery.

She slept very unsteadily this night.

One thought he was sad because he was bound by the shirt, and the other thought whether he was going to catch a cold.

At 6 o'clock in the morning, Fu Tongwen stood up with his arms, leaned lazily on the bedside, found her awake, turned his head and asked her: "Did you sleep well?" The voice that hadn't been open all night, rustling, and rubbed her. Ears and hearts.

She made a nasal "um", covered half of her face with the quilt, and closed her eyes not to look at him.

Fu Dongwen just thought it was a girl who got up with a big temper, smiled, pushed away the quilt, and pulled the slippers to the bathroom.

He came out again and saw Shen Xi lying on the quilt, putting their pillows under his arms, looking at the sky outside.

"Look, third brother, it has rained outside again."

The sea is a cloud and rain, clouds and rain. I don't know how many games will be counted every day.

She has nothing to say.

Fu Tongwen walked around behind her slowly and carefully: "I will change my clothes."

"Yeah." She agreed.

Fu Dongwen took off his clothes and turned his back to her. The skin on his back was smooth and firm, with a soft luster in the morning light.

Shen Xi heard the clothes being thrown onto the chair and heard the sound of clothes being taken out of the closet.

She buried her face in the pillow annoyedly.

Suddenly hearing so good is killing people.

Fu Dongwen put on his trousers and looked at her too.

The young lady didn't know at all that she didn't hide her body while occupying his pillow. Both legs were exposed and sunk in the snow-white quilt. He knew that he was immoral and not gentleman to appreciate her from this angle.

Being in the same room with an anonymous girl for so long, and having the same bed, was forced by the situation and was a stopgap measure.

Unfortunately, the human heart cannot be controlled, including his own.

"Do you want to go to the public deck?" he suddenly proposed, "there is a good view."

"Can you go?" Shen Xi looked back in surprise.

Fu Dongwen was still naked, with a shirt in his hand.

She froze.

He is nothing but doing his dressing steps in silence. Shen Xi slipped out of bed and picked up the long skirt prepared by the pillow: "I'll go to the bathroom to change, and you will wear it again," she ran into the bathroom, and she was still conscientiously instructing her doctor, "Wear more, wind and rain."

A door separates two people.

There was a small window in the bathroom. She put her hands on her head and looked at the sea. He was in her mind.

She thought that among the international students in New York, they could also be divided into two groups. One group is inertial and conservative, but also expresses their feelings in words enthusiastically, while the other group is much more straightforward, in order to get rid of backwardness, rigidity and conservativeness. The hats of the oriental people, from body to language, will boldly express feelings. Having no **** experience at university will make a Western girl very frustrated, especially girls from France and Germany, who think that they have no charm, so they can't enjoy pleasant sex. Many people will also talk about all kinds of things that happened at home with servants, drivers, or men who have not been married. These have also infected the international students of the open school.

Although Shen Xi is a medical student and his body structure is not unfamiliar, he is still conservative in his mind. She considers herself a conservative.

He just put on his trousers just now, and she saw everything clean.

His calmness made her look like a disciple.

Shen Xi was annoyed. She should be more calm, shouldn't use an escape posture, be calm, like a doctor... It's not that she has never seen a corpse... When she changes her velvet dress and leaves the bathroom, Fu Dongwen is no longer there. . She walked to the dressing table, selected earrings, and found a new pair of pearl earrings and necklaces.

It is not a fake, but a pure natural golden pearl.

It's not all because of this gift that came from the sky, there are many more, all about him, all seeping into her blood and flowing deep into her heart. She had only one thought left. If she was his childhood sweetheart fiancée and said she was going to settle in France, even if she were to go to Germany to proclaim the emperor, she would never be tempted to leave China.

Shen Xi put away the things on the dressing table, still wearing the worthless gadgets, but the hairband was changed into a new look.

Outside the room, Fu Dongwen was waiting for her in the corridor.

Seeing her come out, he didn't ask her about the pearl, nor did she mention it.

When the two walked to the common deck, it was windy.

The open air is full of water.

Before Shen Xi went up, he knotted the corners of the skirt on his ankles, and used this simple method to make the long skirt three or four inches shorter to avoid standing water. She straightened her waist and noticed the snipers in the corner, watching them.

She whispered: "Spent a lot of money to invite him?" So faithful to her duty.

Fu Dongwen put his hands in the pockets of his trousers diagonally, winked at the sniper, and told him to stay away: "He had a conflict with his employer on the road. I went to ask before letting it go to me. So the cost is not high. After all, the ship is offshore, and he needs to find a job at sea."

The sea breeze rises suddenly.

Shen Xi held down the ribbon he had sent, and Fu Dongwen walked towards the direction of the waves: "Take you to take a look at the Atlantic Ocean."

The wind blew his words away.

There was a visible big wave on the distant sea horizon, and a storm was coming.

The sailors were busy around the deck, making complete preparations. The snipers were looking around in the corner, and Dr. Tan was leaning against the rain, smoking. Everyone is doing their own thing, only they are at the end of the deck, standing idly.

The dark clouds pressed down, and a bolt of lightning struck the lead-grey sky.

Shen Xi raised his head: "Will you be struck by lightning here?"

"I'm not sure," he handed her his right hand. "If you want to try it, it's a good story to kill or die."

Does the human body conduct electricity? She treated him as a joke, but she really held it up, but only the heart palpitations from the skin rubbing, sliding from fingers to palm, every inch. The hands of the two finally shook together.

"The courage is not small." Fu Dongwen said with a smile.

The wind threw the sea water into the air, exploded like fireworks, and covered her body like fine sand.

His shadow was everywhere in the light.

Fu Dong Wen, Fu San Ye, San Ye, Third Brother...Dong Wen. Dong language.

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