The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

There was laughter.

The people downstairs roared upstairs and shouted: "Dong Wen? When are you down? We are all hungry."

"If you give me an answer, everyone is sensible. It takes one hour, let Qingxiang burn something to eat first, if it is two hours, we will go to Changsantangzi, and we will talk tomorrow."

Fu Dongwen has a reputation for caring for women, but these people have never seen him talking about business, so they can leave like this? Upstairs? In the middle of the night, a big man in the room was waiting downstairs? They are all men who are accustomed to nonsense. The usual **** are all on the table, smiling, and insisting on forcing him to show up.

"You go quickly." Shen Xi pushed him.

He didn't bother to talk to them: "I really can't go on shouting like this."

"If you don't go down, they are going to lift the house," she was anxious. "I'm a man in his 30s, so why are you all improper?"

"Is this the third brother?" he asked in a low voice.

He deliberately misinterpreted her meaning.

Shen Xi was dull and silent.

He made her addicted: "Our group of people have never been serious men. Did Yang Yang only know it today? Or did she pretend to be confused in the past?"

"...I can't tell you."

She was about to get up and was pressed by his hand: "Is this angry?"

There were footsteps on the stairs, and Shen Xi was startled: "All are coming up..."

"What are you afraid of? Locked up." He laughed.

I really don't know how far this group of people was able to mess around in the past. Shen Xi was worried, listening to the messy footsteps, for fear that the next step would be a knock on the door.

"I said you guys should tell me when you are hungry, is it useful to go to Fu Dongwen? The third son Fu can't even peel garlic." Tan Qingxiang was talking.

It's better than Mr. Tan, Shen Xi breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, the next sentence is: "Dong language, I will try to drag them for one hour, at most one hour, Western time is not an hour, you have to count it."

...

I was making fun of the bored child, and I didn't really want to knock on the door. Since Tan Qingxiang gave everyone down the steps, they stopped making trouble, and all obediently went back to wait for supper. It was all called by Fu Dongwen at ten o'clock. I usually go for a drink, and there will be midnight snacks at this time. So when everyone says they are hungry, they are really hungry.

The kitchen and the first floor are lively, but it has nothing to do with them.

He turned off the radio on the low cabinet, and tuned it up until there was a sound. It was a drama that was endless day and night. The babbling babble can't hear the lyrics, and people are sometimes awkward. The more inaudible, the more attractive it is.

Shen Xi was led, trying to find the tune and distinguish the lyrics.

"It's not for you to listen to this." He teased her.

After he finished speaking, he himself was able to hear it.

Shen Xi's thoughts slipped: "Brother Three?"

"What?" He squeezed her into the sofa.

The two squeezed their bodies, their legs stuck to their legs.

"When did you like to listen to this?" She knew very little about his past.

When it was more deeply revealed, the melancholy of "My son is old" was born.

He recalled: "If you can't tell, I was bored when I was young."

"Why get bored."

He said: "At that time, I accompanied the elders in the family to listen, accompanied the distinguished guests, and there were two times when I went to the palace to listen. I had to sit well and naturally bored. At that time, let alone children, adults could not bear them. Those Most of the court officials were addicted to cigarettes. They couldn't sit still and didn't dare to move in front of Cixi. They had to reward the **** with tens of thousands of tens of thousands of silver, and quietly came to smoke to continue his life."

Shen Xi thought about it and found it interesting. He didn't know what he looked like when he was a child sitting and watching a play.

Fu Dongwen put his hands behind his head and sighed, "When I was in Beijing, I didn't have the opportunity to take you to see Bada Hutong."

"What's so beautiful out there?" Visiting the brothel?

Shen Xi was so squeezed by him that he had nowhere to lie down, so he had to lie on his stomach, and was afraid of crushing his delicate and sick body, so he moved around to find strength.

"Go to the theater group. There is an old saying in Beijing, people don't hesitate to go, tigers don't hesitate to..." Fu Dongwen stopped, put his arms around her waist, and laughed in a low voice.

"I'm afraid of hurting you..."

"How heavy can you be a girl?" he asked, "Is the third brother really a clay doll?"

"Well," she whispered, "As long as I think of you, all I can remember is that you are sick, not as good as a clay doll..."

He pulled off the collar of his shirt with two fingers: "It has been much better this year, and I haven't gotten sick a few times since the beginning of the year."

"It's only spring now. You said I have been sick a few times? I haven't even had typhoid fever since last year."

"The third brother is not as good as you," he sighed, "you are still young."

"...You are not old either." She argued.

Fu Dongwen smiled.

The play on the radio was "Shiro's Visiting His Mother", and it was exactly to: "I'm like playing a wild goose and flying away from the group, I'm like a tiger falling on a mountain in Pingchuan... I think my mother can't help but have a broken heart..."

His thoughts were in the middle of the drama, and he naturally entered the drama.

Two days ago, Fu Dongwen visited his father in the hospital. Why didn't his mother burst into tears? From the perspective of my mother, the big family is separated, the two biological sons turn against each other, and the original husband-in-law is about to return to the West. His mother was holding his hand, and she couldn't say a word except for crying. It was also the phrase "Dong language..."

He is the only one who has power in the Fu family now. He has made arrangements for the brothers and sisters in the other room, but he is mercilessly chasing and killing his elder brother. "Dong Wen, mother wants to see your elder brother..."

The words of the old mother were constricting his heart.

Fu Dongwen gradually felt dull and pulled his neckline.

He noticed that Shen Xi looked at himself.

He asked: "What's wrong?"

She said: "You didn't finish what you just said."

"It's that sentence," he awoke, "people do not hesitate to go, tigers do not hesitate to mountain, and performers do not leave Baishun and Han Jiatan. Nowadays, most of the corners come from Bada Hutong, for example, boss Mei and boss Tan.

Is there such a source? Shen Xi and him are like people in two worlds, especially for eating and drinking. However, there are also theaters here in Shanghai that invite famous actors to sing, and her patients often talk about it.

She asked: "I heard that Boss Tan's appearance fee is very high, and he is paid 8,000 on the 8th? But is it true?"

"That was the price two or three years ago," he laughed, "it's higher now."

Is one thousand a day only the price of the first two years?

"Boss Tan is everyone, and the price is fair," he explained. "There are very few people who can become famous. Naturally, the price is high."

She sighed with emotion. She is a surgeon, but she is far inferior to an opera singer.

“I’m recently talking with the people behind the bosses, I want to introduce this art to the United States and the UK, and send Boss May and Boss Tan to perform overseas on stage.”

Her novelty: "Sing for foreigners?"

He said: "It is also a diplomatic method. We Chinese have too few opportunities to speak up overseas."

There is more than less, but there is no opportunity at all.

When Fu Tongwen was not serious, she was afraid that he would not be able to argue with him, but when he really managed it, she was worried that he was too thoughtful and bothered.

"It's so late, it's easier to say."

At least tonight, don't think about your country and the future. Today is special.

"Okay, talk about our own affairs." He didn't want to talk about it with her either.

On weekdays, I talk and talk to others, and I feel weak.

She asked: "What did we say?"

"We? It's nothing more than—" He deliberately increased his tone. "Men and women love each other."

Again……

Shen Xi deliberately refused to answer his words.

She rested her head in his arms and murmured: "I was half asleep just now and I was very sad."

She was sweaty and didn't know how to fall asleep.

"Where is it sad?" He deliberately caught the wrong point.

She was embarrassed when asked: "...sweat."

"Oh, I was just sweating."

He laughed.

The tip of his nose slowly slipped off her forehead. Then the chin, lips, swept down, and the exhaled breath fell on her skin in bursts, licking her face and neck.

Shen Xi's throat bone slid slightly.

He suddenly bit her throat bone, and Shen Xi was shocked, only to feel that the bones were all crisp...

Hearing his laugh.

Fu Tongwen raised his head: "I don't bully you anymore, I'm going to go down."

His eyes met, his eyes stuck.

He whispered: "The guest is downstairs, it won't make sense for me to stay any longer."

Leaving a lot of romantic and rich young people in the apartment to eat leftovers, but coming up to meet beautiful women, it is really not authentic and righteous.

He said he was leaving, but he didn't act at all.

Fu Dongwen went upstairs with her, but actually had something to say and apologize.

It shouldn't have been tonight, but what he planned was to make at least a beautiful rhetoric at a more suitable time and occasion, to keep a lifetime memory in her heart. Instead of such an ordinary day, I hurriedly picked her up from the hospital and ate a Western meal. Without saying a word, a car took people back to the apartment and hurriedly had a relationship.

He drank cold tea by the window just to suppress his anger, and when he rolled into the quilt, he was completely lost.

Later, her leg was stained with falling red, and only then did she wake up. Seeing that she was in severe pain, she left in a hurry. He wiped her and hugged her again, and felt guilty. Fortunately, she was an attending physician who worked day and night in the isolation area. Tired and leaning in his arms, she fell asleep without a few words. .

And he? Not happy in my heart, I just felt that I was an evil spirit, and I had done a good job well.

So I called all my brothers on weekdays on the phone, thinking it was too much, but when she woke up in the middle of the night, she easily caught his heart back, really in response to the jokes of the year:

He is the fish that swallows the hook, and she is the tempting bait.

"The third brother actually—" He laughed, unsustainable.

Actually what? Don't you want to be so casual? This is what a high hat to wear.

No wonder the famous dramas are all love and hate. In the past, he was stingy. In retrospect today, he was not in love. He hesitated and said something hesitating.

Shen Xi didn't know what to do, guessing that he was afraid of getting angry: "Go down, I don't care."

Fu Tong Wenqu pointedly tapped her forehead: "Go."

Shen Xi put his head on his arm, watching him leave, listening to him going downstairs and going away.

Soon, someone trot up.

"Miss Shen," it was Wan'an calling, "San Ye asked me to prepare hot water for you. You can wait ten minutes."

Shen Xi agreed, resting his head on his arm and still lying on the sofa.

She saw that the corner of her skirt was stained with dust on the white wall. She guessed that she inadvertently rubbed the wall when she went downstairs, so she curled her fingers and flicked the dust away. The woolen black dress is not very clean, just to pass the time.

She changed her position and amplified the radio.

The opera cavity was entwined with her heart.

With the corners of Shen Xi's mouth raised, he actually listened to this drama of mother and child hurting farewell and couples heartbroken. Gradually recalling the Yuanmeng on the bed a few hours ago, reflecting on his overreaction on the bed, which made him so hasty.

She panicked with hot cheeks, sat up from the sofa and patted her cheeks. Fortunately, she was prepared in advance and found him a clean shirt cushion. Otherwise, it would be most embarrassing to see when Wanan cleaned the bed tomorrow.

"Miss Shen, the water is ready." Wan An called her.

"Okay, I'm out." Shen Xi left the room.

The downstairs was lively, she looked down from the upstairs, only Fu Dongwen's profile was seen in the shadow of the lamp. He also happened to turn his head and smiled at her. Shen Xi pointed to the bathroom, hinting that he was going to take a bath, and then disappeared.

The gentlemen downstairs, whether rich or poor, are holding a bowl of noodle soup cooked with large yellow croaker, offering sacrifices to the five internal organs temple. Some were standing leaning against the wall and some were sitting on the stairs. One of them saw the eye contact between him and Shen Xi, and he sighed again and again: "I said you are really in the Dong language. There are not many aunts and wives in our place? You have a woman. I can't look down on this sticky one."

Someone laughed: "Look at the look of the third son of the Fu family, I'm afraid the old tree has rejuvenated."

Everyone laughed.

Tan Qingxiang is holding the noodle soup pot and adding soup to the gentlemen who have lost their image: "All of them are quiet. The next door is all honest people. Don't think it is a long three-house."

The man with glasses looked at Fu Dongwen, and rarely asked a serious sentence: "Dongwen, tell everyone, how did Ms. Shen subdued you?"

Fu Dongwen took the bowl and chopsticks from Tan Qingxiang.

"You are talking about it." Anxious, he has already begun to urge him.

Everyone was waiting for him to say, but he was calm and relaxed, holding the air.

The chopsticks in his hand picked up the noodles in the soup, and then said with a smile: "The country meets the chaos and knows the loyal ministers, and people see the true love at the bottom. Miss Shen is the true love to me."

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Seeing people asking for the name of the place, Xiafei Road is Huaihai Middle Road (which still exists), and just facing the intersection of Yandang Road is Yuyangli (which still exists). Liheli was in Hong Kong Plaza on Huaihai Road in that era. Nearby (it was there in 1910s, shouldn’t it exist now?), Gujiazhai Park is Fuxing Park at the end of Yandang Road