On the day Shen Xi's letter arrived, a young man came.

The man wore a blue linen gown and gray cloth pants underneath. He entered the study room and his eyes were red when he saw Fu Dongwen: "My husband asked me to come. Sanye, something has happened."

Fu Dongwen leaned forward slightly and his eyes sank: "Speak slowly."

"Mr. Song was assassinated." The man said softly, tears faintly in his eyes.

Fu Dongwen and the doctor glanced at each other hastily.

"After being shot, he entrusted three things. First, donate all the books stored in Nanjing, Beijing and Tokyo to the Nanjing Library. Second, the husband’s family is poor and his mother is still alive. Three..." The man's throat choked, "Please continue to work hard to save the country, and don't give up responsibility for me."

The voice fell, and the room fell silent.

Fu Tongwen asked softly for a while, "Is the sir still alive?"

"Departed with hatred."

Fu Dongwen's eyes moved slightly, and he sneered: "Hellisemptyandallthedevilsarehere."

The doctor knew what he was talking about. In the opera they had heard when studying in the UK, this sentence appeared:

The **** is empty, and the ghost is in the world.

The acting leader of the Kuomintang was assassinated and the whole country was shocked.

The second master admired Mr. Song Jiaoren very much, and was greatly affected by this incident. He set up a column in the newspapers and was very indignant about the incident, and even wrote several articles cursing the president. Someone quietly handed something to Fu Dongwen and asked him to persuade his second brother. Fu Dongwen agreed on the surface, but didn't say a word to the second master.

Instead, Fu Tongwen took out the money and managed the newspapers, instructing them to think of ways to protect the second master.

So soon, Erye’s manuscript never had a chance to appear in the newspaper. Everyone thought that the second master was suppressed, and even the second master often complained during the dinner, but was injured by the master Fu who picked up the chair and let him take care of his pen, not to hurt the Fu family.

Soon, someone handed a business card into the mansion, and it was the staff officer of the presidential palace guard who gave it to Fu Erye.

The staff officer's surname is Lu, and he is quite famous in Beijing. He has a special hobby. He will host a banquet when he wants to kill, and then he will send his gun to the road after dinner. With blatant and vicious methods, many patriots were killed last year alone.

The business card was not delivered to Erye's yard, but was sent to Fu Dongwen's study by the next person.

Fu Dongwen held the business card and pondered for a moment: "Call the second master."

"Yes." The servant left.

He used half a cup of tea in the study, and Erye Fu came.

Fu Dongwen told him bluntly: "The staff officer of the guard wants to see you."

The second master was taken aback.

Fu Tongwen pointed to the stool at the table of the Eight Immortals: "Sit down, I'll accompany you to see you."

The second master was afraid of hurting him: "I'll see you in the front hall."

Fu Dongwen smiled, and ordered: "Bring the guests."

"Yes, Sanye."

It's not that good, Staff Officer Lu came in.

He thought it was the second master who was going to see him, but unexpectedly, he entered the study of Fu Sanye.

For this famous Fu Sanye, Staff Officer Lu was fortunate enough to meet him in Bada Hutong.

It was the eighth day of last month.

At that time, San Ye was to support others, and he wrapped up half of the field, with Erlang's legs tilted up, wearing a stand-up collar shirt with an open vest, and turning his head to whisper to the people around him. That day he only saw Fu Dongwen's profile face, revealing a kind of depressed romance. It is said that he is also polite to women in the dust. In a lot of savory rumors, although he is a sorrowful man, but he is not innocent, but when a woman mentions him, he is all kind, and there is no bad language.

Of course, that was San Ye on Fengyue Field, not here.

Everyone knows that the third master is not a gentleman.

From the moment he saw Fu Sanye, all the drafts made by Staff Officer Lu were invalidated, but he talked about people's livelihood with Erye.

Be kind, as if old friends meet again.

Fu Dongwen listened coldly, without saying a word.

During the period, the doctor came in and gave him pills and water. He swallowed the medicine and put down the white porcelain cup with a heavy gesture. Staff Officer Lu shook his heart when he heard it, and he hurriedly pushed aside his chair: "You are too angry with your second master. It's too close. It's not early, I have to go to work."

Fu Dongwen didn't answer, which was regarded as a default.

Staff Officer Lu did not dare to delay any more and hurriedly said goodbye.

Fu Tongwen asked the servants to send the people away and sent Staff Officer Lu to the gate. The doctor Fu Dongwen had been waiting for him chased it out, took out an envelope from his arms, and handed it to the staff officer: "Three My father ordered that the staff officer did not have a good time in Bada Hutong on the eighth day of last month. There is a check here, enough for the staff officer to live there for the first half of the year."

Officer Lu took the envelope and his hands were cold.

There are countless benefactors going back upstairs. How did Fu Tongwen know that he had appeared that night? At this thought, the Chief of Staff Lu had understood that in the future the Fu family would never be touched.

When the people were clean, Fu Dongwen remembered the American letter and parcel for no reason. He found a military dagger, cut the parcel, and took out a thick stack of newspapers and reports. He untied his vest and breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could look through it carefully, the servant came in again holding a stack of letters and put it on the desk.

The top letter happened to be from the United States.

****

The second year of school work ended, the apartment was a lot of lively.

Another group of new students have been sent here. Everyone will talk about the domestic situation and the assassination of Mr. Song.

"Mr. Song is from a poor family, but when Yuan Shikai sent someone to give him a blank cheque, guaranteeing that the ticket will never be refunded, but he refused. Mr.'s ambition, at home! My generation should imitate it!"

"Yes! As Mr. said,'There is no fear of death, and the will not be seized'!"

There are those who are in tears, and there are those who are filled with indignation.

But now that the president has a heavy hand in hand, who can help him?

Shen Xi listened and wondered whether his father and brother were the same back then, and they ended up in the end.

These people gather in one place and talk freely throughout the night.

At this time, Shen Xi had chosen to study surgery, except for the time to write to Fu Tongwen, he did not give up studying day and night, and never participated in their conversation. Among the international students who are acquainted with, there is also a male classmate who is in the same major with her, named Chen Linguan, who is very angry with her. The two of them don't talk about gossip, but when they talk about it, it is schoolwork.

You ran and I chased the two of you. I learned the magic, and I couldn't finish the class or draw the model provided by the teacher, so I made up after class. Not satisfied with the anatomy class and the practical class, Shen Xi was the host. The male student figured out a way to pay for the man and let the two of them observe the surgical operation. This also accumulated a lot of precious surgical materials and anatomy. painting.

It's just that every time they get precious information, the two of them know it clearly, and they must compare each other.

Chen Linguan's family was poor, and most of the money came from Shen Xi. Sometimes when the money is used a lot, Shen Xi also complains that in the past there was a smoker's corpse that no one took back. It was a waste of life. All the expenses will be recorded in her account, so that Chen Linguan will remember how many Chinese people will be saved in the future, so as to benefit Fu Dong's text.

Wanfeng felt that Shen Xi had learned too much crazy and would try to tie her out, listen to operas, and watch movies. She was not very interested in these. Later, she became fascinated by the heart, but the person who might teach her was not in this school.

The professor also said that blood is gurgling out and the heart cannot stop beating. Under such circumstances, surgery is extremely difficult.

"In the last century, some people said that surgery on the heart is a blasphemy against the art of surgery. Whoever dares to do this will surely be ruined," the professor smiled in class, spreading his hands, "but some people have already started to succeed, hard ice It has been broken, and we will find the route to the heart."

Everyone laughed, full of confidence in the future.

By the third year, she successfully completed the scheduled assignments.

The professor asked her if she was going to continue reading? If she stops here, it would be a pity professionally.

She was uncertain.

Fu Dongwen never said about her future arrangements.

That night, under the light, she flipped through her biology notes until dawn, and finally pulled out the letter paper she had prepared from her notebook and wrote him a letter. This was the first time she mentioned the word "in the future", thinking it was her inner fear, for fear that he would say "there will be indefinitely" or the words "not goodbye", she covered it up, and she didn't say it after three sheets of paper Understand the main point of this letter.

This time the letter was sent, she looked forward to winter from summer to winter.

This evening, both Wanfeng and Gu Yiren were invited to a Christian family gathering. She and Chen Linguan discussed vascular suturing, and went home in the blink of an eye and fell asleep. It's dusk when I wake up again.

His letter was placed on the carpet as a gift.

It didn't matter if he saw it, Shen Xiren rolled out of the bed with the quilt and crawled back embarrassedly holding the letter and the quilt.

On the bottom of the drawer of the bedside table, there is a blade for cutting envelopes. This year is about to pass, and it is only used this time.

She carefully cut open the envelope and pulled out the paper, still threefold.

The heart beats fast, but the hands are slow, and when I open the paper, there are a few more words:

I will leave for the UK soon, and the return date is unknown. As for your tuition, you don’t need to worry about it. Please forgive me for the hasty miscellaneous book.

Fu Dongwen

July 7

Looking at the date, Shen Xi guessed that he must have set off before receiving the letter.

Lost in her heart, she wrapped the quilt around her body and buried her face in the pillow.

Disinfection in the pleats|The smell of potion lingers.

Did he go to the UK for business or why? Or are there any confidantes waiting in a foreign country? Once my thoughts are here, the more I think about it, the more outrageous. Hungry and full of thoughts that he would marry a wife and have children in England, Shen Xi couldn't lie down anymore, turned over and got out of bed, barely dressed neatly, and went downstairs.

"I must eat something right away, something Chinese should eat."

Shen Xi made two steps in three steps, and jumped down from the upper floor. As soon as his front foot fell on the floor, he saw the person sitting in the living room. She couldn't hold it for a while and ran into the armrest in embarrassing manner.

Several people sit in the open-plan living room of the apartment.

They all took the posture of stars gongyue, and surrounded the man.

Fu Dongwen is holding a teacup, his gray-black color-blocked suit jacket is open, revealing the vest and shirt inside. The tie is beautiful, the stand-up collar of the shirt is beautiful, and the person is...

God, what a terrible thing is this.

The books I read with my husband in my childhood were all wasted.

Shakespeare Goethe Tolstoy, Li Bai Du Fu Bai Juyi, blood vessel suture thrombus tourniquet...

What should I say?

Shen Xi had forgotten where he was, when he was, and he was still thinking about his romantic affair in the UK a moment ago, but now he is facing each other, no, it is eleven...13, four steps away, facing each other. Depending on.

Fu Dongwen drank all the English tea in his hand, set aside the white porcelain cup, teasing her not salty but not indifferently: "I didn't expect that my younger brothers and sisters would still spend time in China here?"

To emphasize this ridicule, he looked out the window.

It is almost dusk.

A ray of slanting sun came in through the window and fell on his trousers and brown leather shoes, as if sprinkled with golden powder and sand.

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The children in the high school entrance examination, the children in the college entrance examination, the children in the university, the comrades at work, come on and eat meat~ meat~ meat~ meat~

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