The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

The person who received her at the dock that day was a student who was sent by the Geng scholarship to study in the United States. It is said that he obtained a master's degree here in one year. The school wanted to keep him as a teacher, but he refused.

"I came here to learn my skills and return to China." The man said to her.

In the second month after she settled down, he returned to China.

The departure of the only person who was familiar made Shen Xi very uneasy. She seemed to be left in this bizarre world. She slept in fear in the house arranged by that person for three days, thinking about countless kinds of fate, such as getting rid of it as an outlier here, or selling it to a house across the street as a prostitute|girl...

Everything here made her feel strange and uneasy.

She found everything she could eat at home to feed her stomach, but on the fourth day, she couldn't find any extra food. She rummaged through the old cupboard, and in the end only the things in a flat metal box attracted her.

The brown, lumpy, reminded her of big smoke cream.

Sniffing at the end of the nose, it seems to be food again.

She squatted in front of the old cabinet and looked at it carefully through the sunlight coming in from the window.

Someone is knocking on the door.

Shen Xi's heart trembled, and he subconsciously grasped this thing in his palm, and looked vigilantly at the door three steps away.

Again, there was a knock on the door.

"Shen Xi." Called her name outside the door.

who is it?

She went to open the door, and accompanied by the noise outside, two people carrying old leather suitcases appeared in front of her at the same time, a man and a woman. The two are in their twenties, both dressed as foreigners. The moment the man saw her, he smiled and took off his hat: "Miss Shen."

On the contrary, the woman was more flexible, smiled directly, and held Shen Xi's shoulder: "Fu Dongwen's younger brother and sister?"

She held a piece of food that was not known to be "poisonous", stared at the two people in front of her in a daze, and after a while, smiled from the corner of her lips.

This was the first meeting between her and her two future neighbors.

That night, the man and woman moved into this house. The woman's name is Dou Wanfeng and she lives next door with Shen Xi. The man is Gu Yiren, downstairs. After filling Shen Xi’s stomach, Wanfeng wiped the table fiercely to reveal its clean luster, spread a tablecloth, and finally put a lamp on the table: "Really For the sake of your blessing, the two of us originally wanted to help the children teach to earn tuition, but now we don’t use it all."

When Shen Xi understood this sentence, he was saying that Fu Dongwen had paid the tuition for them in the future.

"Tell me, what do you want to learn?" Gu Yiren sat down and looked at Shen Xi with a smile.

Shen Xi pursed his lips, pondered for a while and said, "Learning medicine."

The two looked at each other in surprise, and Gu Yiren asked her unexpected question: "Is it because of Fu Tonglan?"

Shen Xi was slightly surprised, remembering that this was his "husband", because he didn't know how to answer, so he didn't say a word.

On the contrary, Wanfeng kicked Gu Yiren with her foot, cutting off the questioning.

"We'll make arrangements for you." Wanfeng told her.

I don't know if they have great abilities or Fu Dongwen's people helped them. Soon, Shen Xi decided on the school to study. Three months before the formal enrollment, Wanfeng became her personal teacher. Everything was fine, food, clothing, shelter, and transportation to help her adapt to life here. By the time she started school in the summer, she was used to wearing short-sleeved shirts and western skirts.

Fu Dongwen's letter was always under her pillow. The night before entering school, she mustered up the courage to ask Wanfeng if she could write to Fu Dongwen. After saying this, Shen Xi noticed something wrong, and said: "So that he can forward it to my family."

Wanfeng naturally thinks it should be: "It's okay, it's just that it takes a long time to send and receive letter paper, so you have to be patient."

Shen Xi nodded: "I know that the letter he sent me on January 1 did not arrive until late February."

"So fast?" Wanfeng was surprised, "It's good if it hasn't been mailed for a year."

Wanfeng gave her pen and ink.

Shen Xi spread the letter paper on the table, and hung the pen on the paper for a long time, adapting to the feel of the pen, and piecing together what he wanted to say to him, thinking about half an hour, but the notes were trivial. thing. She thought this was the United States. He was in the UK before, so he would not feel bored by writing so many experiences. After all, there will always be freshness in the future. As a result, the more he wrote, the more strength he got, and even the shape of the first piece of chocolate he saw in his life was painted at the end of the letter. Incidentally, note: bitter with astringency, astringent with sweet.

A letter was written until dawn, solemnly folded and stuffed into the envelope.

But after a day she regretted it. She was sent to an old house in the country from Guangdong at a few years old because of her family's failure, and she felt fresh about these. But who is Fu Dongwen, how could he not know this.

In December, there was no response.

Shen Xi would comfort himself very much, but it was a pity that he had read the contents of thirteen pieces of letter paper.

During this period, she went from being a student who couldn't keep up at all to having started to understand what the professor was talking about. It was finally a happy event. Even Gu Yiren, who finished her master's degree in just one year, marveled at her intelligence: "You are better than yours..." Gu Yiren's words were interrupted again by Wanfeng, and both of them smiled at her sorry.

Shen Xi guessed that what Gu Yiren wanted to say was that he was learning faster than Fourth Master Fu?

That night, she wrote another letter to Fu Dongwen under the lamp.

Following the habit of Fu Dong's writing, write at the end of the letter:

Shen Xi

December 23

She just put down the pen, she picked up the pen and added a few more words, to the effect of telling him that not long after she got here, a famous ship named Titanic sank. It departed from the United Kingdom and the destination was the United States.

This route seems to be completely irrelevant gossip about the two of them, but in Shen Xi's mind, it seems that anything that can be related to "Britain" and "America" ​​seems to be related to the two of them.

The letter was still sealed and sent out.

This time the letter is very thick. There are three newspapers she collected, "New York Times," "New York Tribune," and "New York Evening News." This is a newspaper recommended by an old professor of a political course she chose. This year coincides with the American election year. The old professor's request for this course is to let them follow the election and make newspaper summaries and reports. She chose this course because of Fu Dongwen, and she also made two homework, one was handed in, and one was left for him.

She can't get it after she finishes medical studies, can't she send it?

The next day, when she handed the letter to Wanfeng, she repeatedly confirmed whether the letter would actually be sent. Wanfeng repeatedly assured that she had never received any "instructions" to prevent Shen Xi from communicating with the Fu family. After speaking, she knocked her head with a letter with a smile: "I said it earlier. Let it happen."

Shen Xi touched his forehead, and explained vaguely to Wanfeng: "Writing a letter is exhausting and it's a pity that I lost it."

"Okay, I promise that this letter will reach Fu's house. There is one more important thing. Tomorrow is Jesus' Christmas. I will take you to my teacher's house as a guest." Wanfeng smiled mysteriously at her.

Shen Xi also heard from his classmates about this festival, but he didn't take it too seriously. After all, it was a local festival. Moreover, according to Wanfeng, Fu Dongwen guessed that the Christian families here are very enthusiastic and would respond to the call to entertain students from China, so he specifically asked them to avoid these as much as possible. Read in peace, read in peace.

But Wanfeng has lived here for three years, and has long made it a habit to celebrate the Christmas of Jesus.

Shen Xi was fine at night, and went to the dinner with her. After the banquet, it was interesting. The host moved out a basket of holiday gifts and opened them one by one. Before leaving, the host also prepared a gift for Shen Xi and Wanfeng. Fortunately, Wanfeng was prepared and prepared a gift for her.

When they arrived home, the two laughed and opened the box, which were two exquisite month cards.

Shen Xi turned around and looked at it, and Wanfeng even probed her hand and took out a satin-wrapped object from under her quilt.

Shen Xi smiled and stepped on Wanfeng's instep with his bare feet: "Is it clean? Put it where I sleep?"

Wanfeng shook her head, and sighed with emotion: "Walking across the ocean is not clean."

Shen Xi was dumbfounded, and his heart was suddenly pushed up.

Wanfeng smiled lightly and urged her: "Quickly dismantle."

Fingers touched the silk and satin, opened it, it was a long and flat wooden box.

what? Pretend to be? Is it so big?

Open the lid, there are two more things wrapped in silk. No letter.

Shen Xi hurriedly took apart the chocolate and pen.

"I just heard my classmates say about this thing," Wanfeng snatched it over and took a sip, puckered the tip of her nose comfortably, took another one and stuffed it into her mouth, "What does your one smell like? What's in it?"

"Like sugar... toffee."

Wanfeng still wanted to eat more, but Shen Xi stopped him: "You do it well, don't give me all the food."

Wanfeng laughed: "Okay, okay, let's watch this."

She took out her pen and read the words above carefully: MontBlanc.

"Oh my God, this pen is so beautiful," Wanfeng grabbed Shen Xi's hand, "you are so enviable of Shen Xi."

Shen Xi held her hand back: "What about the letter? Is there a letter, right?"

Wan Feng laughed, and usually handed the letter to her in a trick. He pulled the shoes quite sensibly, and left the room first: "How can I hide my family book? Take your time."

She cut the envelope and unfolded the letter paper.

One year later, his reply was still as precious as gold:

The soft chocolate I bring you is a gift from the consulate, a new thing in Belgium, I want to offset the bitterness and astringency. The pen is also. Qing don't read, good self-cherish photo.

Fu Dongwen

September 28

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