The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

Seeing Shen Xi's downstream wheel, Fu Dongwen returned to the open-air lounge on the public deck, leaned there, took out the shredded tobacco in his pants pocket little by little, and threw it into the golden ashtray.

One minute, two minutes, to the third minute, he lost patience, stopped digging, and patted the debris from his hands.

"Reluctant? Worried?" Tan Qingxiang came over.

He is an honest person who has been in love for a long time. Every time he tells the girl that he wants to get together and relax, but the girls are more cool than him. He could always remember the fragrance of Girl A's hair, the remaining warmth of Girl B's fingers, and so on. He couldn't let it go for a long time, so he thought he could figure out Fu Dongwen's thoughts.

"No," Fu Dongwen had a smile on his face, "She has the ability to be close to her."

After a while, he said: "I want a girl with a clean body and heart. It's not difficult, but it's difficult for me to like someone clean with my muddy heart."

Back in Beijing, he was Fu San. Hugh said Shen Xi, he was tired of himself.

Tan Qingxiang took off his glasses: "Who is this scolding? You are not clean, am I a running dog?"

The two looked at each other and both laughed.

They disembarked quickly.

On the pier, there are passengers looking for their loved ones, as well as crew members transporting supplies and coolies moving goods. Looking around, leather shoes, cloth shoes, barefoot mud legs. All beings are staggered.

"I'm going to find someone to carry luggage--" Tan Qingxiang stopped.

Around a dozen people gathered.

The leading man saluted and said in a low voice: "The little one waited on this pier for six days, so he was afraid of missing the third master."

Tan Qingxiang felt awe-inspiring.

They came here in hiding and never arranged anyone to pick them up.

Without a smile, Fu Tongwen looked at the man in front of him: "Who is so supernatural, guessing that I am coming back?"

"It was someone in Guangzhou who sent a telegram to the master, saying that the third master is back," the man said, "the master originally didn't believe it, thinking about the filial piety of the third master, and if he wants to come back, even if he doesn't put on a show, he will tell the family first. But the master I didn’t believe it, but the uncle did. The uncle is worried about the San Ye. Now Shanghai has been boycotting Japanese goods for several months. Many revolutionary parties took advantage of the chaos. The uncle was afraid that San Ye might encounter the Revolutionary Party’s disturbance, so he sent an urgent phone call to the young man. Let us pick up Sanye and **** him back to Beijing."

"Oh?" Fu Dongwen noticed the man's hand, keeping it in his sleeve, "You are also a coincidence, you are in Shanghai."

"Don't tell me, it's a coincidence. The little one is working for the uncle in Shanghai." The man was laughing.

The hand in the sleeve was carrying a gun.

In fact, since two months ago, people across the country began to guard and wait for Fu Dongwen.

Guangzhou is missing, and Shanghai will not be "picked up" again, and everyone will not be better going back.

The group of them stayed here for six days, fearing that the ship would arrive early, and Fu Dongwen would leave. The man only hoped that Fu Dongwen would be obedient to go back. Still not open?

The uncle's private order was: I was really struggling, so I took the opportunity to blow it away.

But when Fu Dongwen died, none of them could survive.

Even if the Fu family didn't let them go to the funeral, they would kill themselves in order to cover up the uncle's dirty thoughts. In these years, filial piety and shame are not as important as a life.

He really didn't want to shoot.

Fu Dongwen coughed, took out the white cotton and linen kerchief from the suit, pressed it under his nose, and covered his mouth.

The cough was low and dull for a long while, and he seemed to take a sigh of relief: "How long have you been with the uncle?"

The man respectfully replied: "After a few years, I just didn't have the qualifications to enter the house."

"Really?" Fu Tongwen smiled, "How do you plan to take Sanye back?"

"San Ye laughed," the man said with a panic look, leaning against his body, "The uncle has already booked two trains and asked the younger ones to be careful to **** him. The uncle is also afraid that San Ye will suffer crimes on the road."

Fu Tongwen smiled contemptuously: "I'm interested."

Grinding silence.

One second is like being pulled into an hour, a day, a year...

Fu Dongwen finally folded the handkerchief and put it in place: "Be careful when you move my luggage. It's all porcelain. If it's broken, you won't be able to survive."

This is what he promised to go back.

The man's heart weighed down, and he immediately agreed: "San Ye, don't worry."

Someone ran out of the wooden fence door and called for a car to come in.

After a short while, a black car passed through the wooden fence door and drove in front of you.

Fu Dongwen had nothing to say and got in the car.

In New York, his father sent a telegram urging him to return home. President Yuan Da really wants to proclaim the emperor, and the Fu family must give his full support. He is the only person outside the Fu family who is capable of doing something. The father was afraid that he would ruin the future of the Fu family, and was anxious to let him go back before the big event. The father wanted to circle him so that he would not miss the Fu family. The eldest brother stared at the property again, and would definitely take the opportunity to cure him.

It's not clear what bureau has been set up at home.

Fu Dongwen put his head on his back, his temples throbbed, and the black light and shadow in front of him were shaking.

Vaguely, he heard Tan Qingxiang also get in the car, asking if he was uncomfortable.

He shook his head without answering. I was too tired to say another word.

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When Fu Tongwen gave her the address of the apartment, she took a glance and wrote it down.

When I told the rickshaw driver outside the pier, I realized that it was in the concession.

It was four o'clock to disembark, and when people arrived at the entrance of the alley, it was just dark.

Shen Xi walked in through the narrow aisle carrying a leather suitcase, and saw two families having dinner outside. The light bulb was hung on the pole at the door, and the light was surrounded by small mosquitoes, which didn't make people irritating. On the contrary, the smoke and fire were heavy.

Shen Xi identified the number at the door. This is it.

The handle... is also gray.

"Girl, is this your house?" asked the dishwasher.

"Hey, yes." She answered vaguely.

"I have never seen anyone."

This is how long it has been without people.

Shen Xi took out the key.

But be sure to be able to drive, this can't be opened...It is estimated that you will be regarded as a thief.

The key entered the hole, as if blocked, but it went smoothly to the end very quickly. It was because the inside was useless for too long and the lock was rusty. She twisted the key and opened the door gently, and the musty smell rushed out.

The sitting aunt seemed to have been waiting for this moment, and came over and smiled: "Let me just say it, how long has it been. This is what your family left for you?"

"Well, I just came back to China, and I came back here too." She smiled under the guise.

Auntie is a passionate person in her bones, she greeted her immediately, boiled hot water for her, and helped her clean the house. Several idle women in the neighbors heard the movement and all came to help. Shen Xi suddenly encountered such enthusiastic neighbors, and was silly there, watching them awkwardly for a long time, and finally realized that he was the "master" and should clean up with—

So, she put the leather suitcase in the corner of the door, and also picked up a rag, followed everyone to clean up the house, and visited by the way.

On the first floor is the kitchen with a room full of sundries.

On the second floor is the bedroom with double bed and sofa. The furniture is covered with cloth. There is a bathroom around the corner. It is small but has a bathtub.

Going up is the terrace, which seems to be piled up.

Although the apartment smells musty, the drawers and wardrobes are all empty and it is not difficult to clean.

Four or five women added her, and it was clean in an hour.

Shen Xi put down the rags and immediately went to the entrance of the lane to buy western snacks, and gave them back to everyone. He bowed and thanked him, and he was also a polite greeting. He had to deal with everyone's curiosity, which was more tiring than cleaning the apartment.

When I returned to the room, it was late at night.

There is a bed in the room, no bedding and pillows, and no one can sleep. It's too late to buy these, but luckily there is a sofa that can make do with it. Shen Xi opened the leather suitcase, took out a winter coat, and spread it on the sofa.

She turned off the light, and the man lay on his back.

Musty smells in the nose.

Although in the most prosperous city in China, and in the concession, this smell made Shen Xi suspect that he was lying on the smoky grass, in the ruined wall. Tomorrow, you must drag the sofa to the window to dry it to get rid of the musty smell.

She thought, planned, her thoughts gradually flew away and fell on a person.

Dong...

At this moment, people's mind is a little confused, she feels in a trance that she is still on the cruise ship.

This morning, Fu Dongwen was still with her.

After breakfast, he took her to the common room on the ship dedicated to first-class guests, where no one was there. The three waiters were lazily by the window, whispering, drinking coffee.

When they entered the door, a middle-aged man with blue eyes was playing the piano, seeing that he was not dressed as a musician, as if he was entertaining himself.

He was very happy to see Fu Dongwen and greeted him in French.

Fu Tongwen introduced to Shen Xi in a low voice that this was a friend he made on the ship, a director of DuPont. Shen Xi was familiar with the company's name. He saw her doubts and explained: "It was the company the driver mentioned when we went to the terminal from New York that night."

Oh, that's it. The sewing women are all rushing to the company that produces ammunition.

Fu Tongwen chatted with him a few words, the man smiled and looked at Shen Xi before playing another tune.

"Dreaming of Home and Mother, I asked him to play it for me," Fu Dongwen said in a low voice in Chinese, "I said, I want to say goodbye to my girlfriend and want her to listen to this." American tune, during the Civil War Made.

Shen Xi had never heard of it before today.

"A Mr. Li who was traveling in Japan used this song to fill in Chinese words. I was here yesterday to listen to the new passengers on the ship and I remembered to see you off." He added that the Chinese song he wrote was called "Farewell".

The melody is simple and catchy.

He teaches, she learns.

Yes... I ask you when you will go here, and don't linger when you come.

It's... A pot of dirty wine makes you happy, don't dream of cold tonight.

Every word can think of her and him.

Learning to learn, Fu Tongwen asked her without warning, "I have two mansions in Shanghai, where do you want to wait for me?" Without waiting for her answer, he changed his mind and said, "Go to a small place. I've been there alone."

...

Shen Xi recalled everything in the morning chaotically, turning over and looking at the moonlight all over the ground.

Fu Tongwen said that he was the only one here, so he was the last resident to move out. This sofa, he has sat on the floor, he has walked on, the bed, and only he has slept.

The cicadas cried harder, and there was a quarrel outside.

Men and women.

She guessed that it was a dispute between a couple of neighbors, a stranger, or something else.

Guessing like this, I fell into a dream.

There seemed to be piano music in her ears, and he was teaching her: "Ask you when you are here, and don't linger when you come."

There are two hands in the dream, playing with the gramophone on the table.

The melody jumped from "Farewell" to "Wenzhaoguan", and the piano jumped to Huqin. The drama on the vinyl record followed his words of molesting her in Guangzhou. After singing, the artistic conception was no longer ambiguous, and returned to the original artistic conception of the tune. Sadly, I came to this sentence: "Thinking about going to my heart, How can you look forward to tomorrow tonight?"

Somehow, every sentence in this "Wenzhaoguan" fits my mood.

She realized a truth in her dream: Anyone who is addicted to listening to dramas must have something they want to say in the drama, but they can't say enough.

From this night, Shen Xi began to live here.

The cleaning and later Western snacks made her and her neighbors get acquainted quickly. She was afraid of getting into trouble and making mistakes, so she didn't go out often and tried not to chat with neighbors. Gradually, in the eyes of the neighbors, her identity has been realized-the rich lady who returned from overseas eloped with the young master, and was forced to hide here first.

In this way, nine days passed without incident.

On the evening of the tenth day, the door of her house was knocked open. It was Mr. Zhu and Mrs. Zhu who were in the "Shenzhen" next door.

Both of these are scholars, and there is an old servant in the family who has the same habit as her on weekdays, and doesn't like dealing with neighbors.

"Hello, Miss Shen, my husband wants to talk to you," Mrs. Zhu was uncomfortable, "but I'm afraid of being unfamiliar with you, let me stay."

Shen Xi nodded in confusion: "Okay, come in."

She led them to the first floor.

In the past few days, she cleared half of the room, just to entertain people.

The two sat down, and the gentleman smiled and said, "Ms. Shen, you just returned to China, have you heard of "Save the country by saving money"?"

The door is not out, where do you listen?

She shook her head politely: "Mr. Zhu, you can tell me well."

"Is such that."

Mr. Na said that at first it was a patriot who started the donation for national salvation in their "Report" and donated one-tenth of his property. This person's advocacy received a great response from the society. At first, the chamber of commerce responded, and then all sectors of society began to donate.

As Mr. Zhu said, he handed a thick stack of newspapers to Shen Xi: "Bank of China, I received 25,000 yuan in five days."

In the age when a person can study abroad with hundreds of savings, this is really a lot of money.

Shen Xi heard the person say again that a female silk factory worker donated all her savings for several years, and some children would take the piggy bank with them, and even the orphanage saved food expenses and donated to save the country.

"And in Xuzhou, there was even a retired soldier who had donated all his belongings, and he sang himself in public and called on the people to save the country." Mr. Zhu took off his glasses and looked at Shen Xi excitedly.

She was holding the newspaper and there was this report on it.

"Miss Shen, don't mind," Mrs. Zhu explained. "My husband saw that you came back from overseas and have such an apartment in Shanghai. After all, you know that we are all tenants, and you are the only property. So he thought of telling you about this, hoping to affect you and your family, and support this activity a lot. I really disturb you."

"It's okay, I am also willing to learn about this," she said, seeing Mrs. Zhu's embarrassment, and comforted her. "In foreign countries, international students talk about this every day. I still have a little savings, right? Bank of China? I will go there too."

Mr. Zhu was very happy to hear her say so, and after repeating it, he guessed that the people who returned from studying abroad were all patriotic youths.

So he chatted with Shen Xi for a while, and then left when it was time to eat.

Shen Xi sent them away and closed the door.

At first she was clean, she leaned on the door and started thinking about Fu Dongwen again.

In fact, Mr. Zhu reminded her that the savings she just mentioned were the money that Fu Dongwen left for her. She kept shutting herself at home and waiting for him like this, using his money, she couldn't justify. Even though she is a girlfriend, she can't rely on it so uncontrollably...

It’s better to go out and find something to do, even if you make a donation, it’s better than waiting here.

I was not afraid of waiting, because she always remembered what he said, "If the third brother is dead--".

Shen Xi was stunned by the thick wooden door with his sore nose.

He is really dead... himself...

Outside the door, I could faintly hear the neighbors chatting, washing pots and dishes.

Red dust and fireworks are burning her heart.

Shen Xi imagined that if it were not for troubled times, it would be great if he and Fu Dongwen were like the young couple just now. Love the country, do your best, and live in peace.

Her nose was sore and swollen, there was a layer of mist in front of her, and she immediately raised her head again, trying to volatilize the water in her eyes as much as possible, or hold back... But the tears swayed in her eye sockets and couldn't hold it down. Up. The soul is back, she should cry, she wants to cry when she leaves. I also want to look back.

There were too many things that I wanted to do that day, like being pushed and rushed, and dismantled in a hurry.

Nothing was done, neither of them even touched their hands.

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0.0 Actually, it’s not that I don’t want to talk, but my style of painting is more compelling......== Once you say it, it will destroy the artistic conception of the plot transition hahahahahaha