The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

Shen Xi didn't have time to chase down the stairs. Standing in the middle of the stairs, through the window beside the door, he saw Fu Dongwen's dark shadow flash by. Following him, there were several men who followed him inseparably. Shen Xi went downstairs in the dark, entered the kitchen, concealed the door, and turned on the wall lamp. The silver aluminum basin of the sink is piled up with the tableware from last night. Wan'an will not be left to clean up the next day, because the sofa in the living room on the first floor is reserved for Miss Six, and the temporary bed will be piled up. Here.

Shen Xi counted the time, Wan An should also wake up.

So she filled the copper kettle with cold water, turned on the gas, and boiled the water in the dishes. The flame licked the bottom of the copper pot, the smoke rose in my heart, and the grapevine leaves on the shelf outside the window were crowded in front of the glass, shaking lightly. It's Morrowind.

"Miss Shen?" Wan An put on a little gown and yawned by the door. The boy was still shirtless because of the heat. "Are you hungry or San Ye? There is no food here, I'll go outside. Buy it for you? It’s just not very clean... Camel wonton and ribs rice cake, okay?"

The young man, who had developed the temper of an old mother after a long time with Fu Dongwen, talked about it until the end, only to see Shen Xi smiling, pinching the rouge duck breast left in the kitchen yesterday, his lips were full of oil. , Looked at him and smiled.

"Oh, how do you eat this?" Wan'an scowled and snatched it off. "I can't eat anything the next day in summer. I save it for myself."

"If you can eat it, I can't eat it?" Shen Xi teased him softly.

Wan An's chest tightness: "A third master is enough to make people worry," sighed lightly, then muttered, "You are not a worry-free master."

Shen Xi kept laughing.

It is estimated that he has been infected by Fu Dongwen's emotions, and his mood is very good.

"Wan'an, what was your original name?" She likes to tease him with this.

"Don't ask, you won't know in this life," Wan'an said with a yawn, "my name is Wan'an, and I wish my third master all safety."

The sky changed from Yaqing to Qingbai, and it was bright, and Fu Dongwen hadn't returned yet.

Tan Qingxiang woke up first, and Wan An in the kitchen became a striker. He handed it to him. Shen Xi had nothing to do. He moved a small bench, copied a book by the window and placed it under the pergola. Waiting. Books can be found everywhere in the apartment, especially in the living room on the first floor, full of books and newspapers from various countries. This is an engineering magazine on the windowsill. Turning over a dozen pages, I saw a bookmark with the words "Gu's Sixth, Engineering". Gu Yiren? He mentioned that he was ranked sixth at home, and indeed he was also an engineering background.

At the beginning, Fu Dongwen also read medical journals and said that it was because his fourth younger brother was studying medicine... He should have seen the book in his hand. He thought of a student who was rescued from the same profession, so he marked it with a pen like this on the bookmark. Right.

He was a contradictory person, she always knew.

In front of me was a pair of familiar leather shoes and trouser legs.

Shen Xi deliberately didn't look up, bent over, and tugged at the corners of his trousers: "It rained when I went out? Wan An wanted to say that you ruined good pants."

Fu Tongwen pulled her up with one hand and threw the book on the window sill: "The rain hasn't fallen, and the neighbor has splashed water all over."

"So miserable?" She laughed.

Saw him holding two paper bags with one hand, bulging.

"Go upstairs," he said.

Fu Tongwen took her hand, walked in, and left a sentence to the people in the kitchen: "Wash your hands clean. I will call you in a while and come up immediately."

"Are you not eating breakfast?" Tan Qingxiang changed his job from a private doctor to a private housekeeper.

"Do business first," he said.

There are bamboo curtains hanging from the window, before they are rolled up, the sun shines through the bamboo curtains onto the floor, which is a fine white gold wire net. He stepped on the reflective floor to the desk.

Unpacking the first paper bag is a brand-new brush and inkstone: "Do you mind if you study ink for me?" Shen Xi shook his head, took the water in a teacup, and poured a few drops of water on the inkstone to slowly study it for him.

Fu Tongwen rarely used brushes, or he used it when he was a teenager, and she missed it. So in the same way, he had never seen her studying ink, and he could not help but watch for a while.

"Alright." She put down the inkstone, cut her hand behind her back, and looked at him.

I also expected what he would write.

Fu Dongwen rarely talked but was still brewing, and beckoned to her: "Get closer."

She laughed and stood beside him.

"I'm a person with a bad reputation. I'm bothering you. I can't do anything with me in a big way." He tore the second paper bag and put a long-handled round paper tube inside. Yongdi".

this is--

He opened another stack of silk paper, each with a different picture on it. Some are painted with auspicious clouds and dragons, some are painted with peach blossoms and branch magpies, and some are painted with mandarin ducks, all of which are left blank in the center. There is the artist's seal under each painting.

"These are the best wedding papers, and the paintings are all well-known gentlemen," Fu Tongwen said in a low voice, "I am anxious, and I can't choose. I have to buy a copy of everything, you see. We use whatever you like."

She hadn't seen it before, but she guessed it was a marriage certificate.

The morning breeze hit the bamboo curtain, and it flickered. The light changed and dazzled her.

...

"The ink is dry." He looked at the dry inkstone.

Shen Xi blinked mechanically. Although he had said he was going to get engaged, but because his father's condition was getting worse every day, she refused to listen to him. She set up a drink at home and the banquet announced. The matter of getting married was that he, the romantic young master, was more anxious than her, and it is still the case, buying these things in a hurry.

There was a buzzing sound in her ears, as if she had lost her hearing. It was very close, upstairs and downstairs.

On the bustling Xiafei Road, trams rang.

"A lot of things happened in the past half month," he said. "The third brother is not too young anymore, and he can't stand the sun and the moon."

The end of the bamboo curtain was blown by the wind, and it slapped the windowsill, like stepping on the beat of her heartbeat.

"Wan Yang, I really love you," he said.

He whispered again: "It is today, and it will be in the future."

Fu Dongwen placed her chin on her, making her eyes face him. In this moment of silence, it was like returning to Rouge Lane. In the pale winter daylight, the sound of firecrackers covered his heart, and the white smoke covered his nostalgia.

The wasted time can last several years in a person's life.

"Don't think I'm still drunk, and I won't be drunk at this hour," he said softly, "I still don't like the style of the marriage book here. If I don't like it, I will go out and buy it."

She shook her head, tears drenched in her eyes, and suddenly smiled: "Like it, I like it all... I like everything you buy."

Just now he choked his throat and couldn't speak.

Once I could say this, I kept repeating "like" over and over again.

"That's good," he said.

"I'm not afraid to write a few more copies," Fu Tong felt relieved, "I'm afraid that the witness will have to sign a few more names. You also know that Qingxiang's mouth is not offensive, so you can ask him to sign a few more times. , He can tell you about this for a lifetime," he looked at the door, "isn't it? Our witness?"

"Hey, I'd better speak at this time," Tan Qingxiang, who was leaning against the door, did not feel guilty about eavesdropping, but rather generously told Shen Xi, "You ask him to write more, Fu San The word is also famous, but no one can afford it. Isn’t the marriage certificate in duplicate? Give me an extra copy of the witness, and I’ll be down and get a good price.”

"San Ye, Wan An will study ink for you." Wan An rolled up his sleeves and began to work.

Shen Xi didn't notice when Tan Qingxiang, Wan An and Peide came up.

But looking at their smiles, they should have heard a lot.

Fu Dongwen took her to her side: "Pick your favorite."

Shen Xi turned to look, and finally pulled out the two copies of Shuang Feiyan, and glanced at him, as if he was not sure of his idea, and wanted him to nod. "That's it," he said, laying on the table himself, "if you pick it down, I'm going to buy red paper to write on."

When he is happy, he likes to tease her, one sentence after another.

Shen Xi put his hands behind his back, churning his fingers tightly, staring at him, watching him write:

Shen Wanyang, Fu Dongwen

It turned out to be her first name... Isn't this the rule of entry? She looked at him uncertainly. Fu Dongwen didn't feel anything wrong, and continued to write: Sign a lifetime agreement and conclude a white-headed agreement.

Her heartbeat almost stopped, and the pendulum in the room seemed to have stopped.

With the black tip of the brush hanging on the marriage book, he suddenly asked, "What else do you want to write?"

No ridicule, no jokes, it's rare to consult her seriously.

Fu Tongwen gave her the writing brush, Shen Xi gently pushed it back, and whispered: "My writing is far from yours."

I haven't used a brush after eleven, how can I write.

"If you think about it again, you still have to come up with a sentence, this marriage certificate is not mine alone." He said.

This is embarrassing her. Her ancient knowledge is not as good as his.

Shen Xi hesitated, but Tan Qingxiang, who was on the sidelines, smiled and said: "What are you afraid of about your marriage book?"

"My ancient knowledge is not good." She confessed.

"I'm not good. I was reluctant to learn when I was a child. Later I went abroad to study abroad, and I relied on talking with Dong literature, looking for books at the Liulichang old bookstore and learning sentences." Tan Qingxiang comforted her.

She was almost the same and had no chance to learn.

Shen Xi thought for a while, weighed it, and asked him: "The mountains and rivers are all right, how about this sentence?"

This is his wish, and it is a souvenir written on the marriage book.

Fu Tong Wenqu pointedly tapped her forehead and said, "Okay."

So he started writing, ending the text, writing:

May the mountains and rivers be unharmed, for a hundred years.

After he finished writing this one, he turned his head and smiled at her: "Did you write well?"

Shen Xi's hard-to-see coy, softly "Uh", watching him smile as if it was the title day of the gold list, the night of the bridal chamber... If you put two red candles on the table, you will only lift the hijab, and the mandarin bed will have a dream Up.

Fu Dongwen picked up the same blank marriage letter and copied a copy.

He gave his name first, and it was Shen Xi's turn. She was holding the pen nervously, her palms were sweating, and she wrote Shen Wanyang carefully. This strange name was given by her parents and she hadn't used it for more than ten years. Signed.

"It's really the third grandma this time." He whispered.

He then handed the pen to Tan Qingxiang: "The witness comes."

"It's my turn," Tan Qingxiang took the brush, swiped a bit of ink, and said, "Shen Xi, don't be afraid, I have practiced this name seriously."

Tan Qingxiang smiled and finished writing.

"Wan'an, you come."

"Huh?" Wan An, who was secretly wiped his tears, was silly, "What are you here, San Ye? Do you want to take it out for mounting?"

"Two witnesses, you will be the other."

"It can't be done, San Ye, it can't be done."

"San Ye said yes, you can do it." Fu Dongwen pulled up his right hand and stuffed him with a brush.

Wan An guessed that Fu Dongwen was amused by himself, but when he pointed out the empty position, he personally put the two marriage books in front of him, and waited on him like a book boy. After grinding his ink, he discovered that Fu The Dong language is serious. He shook his hands, bowed his head, and his tears fell on the cloth shoes. He followed Fu Tongwen since he was a child. He knew that San Ye was extremely affectionate to his own person... It was good to him, he doubled back, but after all It's the young master's marriage letter, where is the turn of him to write down a little boyfriend.

After crying for a while, Fu Tongwen really couldn't wait, threatening to urge him and said, "It is not easy for the third master to make Miss Shen nod. If you want to delay any longer, Miss Shen will be impatient, and then—"

"Miss Shen, you can't go back," Wan An wiped away tears from the back of his hand, and roared anxiously, "San Ye's sincerity to you, we all see it, San Ye can't stand you again."

Shen Xi was speechless, hit his waist with an elbow complaining, and took out a handkerchief to wipe Wan An's tears: "If you are married, I will not leave. Mr. Tan has no such face."

"Look at you with no conscience." Tan Qingxiang laughed.

Wan An’s writing was written by Xiaoxiao and Fu Tong literature, which is not bad, but I was still worried that I might have written it wrong, so I practiced it several times in the newspaper on the side, and solemnly put Fu Wan’an as the last witness.

Peide didn’t know what it was. He thought everyone had to sign on it, and was waiting for her turn. He pulled his long hair back to the back of his head, and steadily tied a round bun, and found Fu Tong. Wen has taken the marriage certificate to air-dry. When Tan Qingxiang explained to her that this was a marriage letter in German, she exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hands, and immediately grabbing Shen Xi's hand and constantly kissing her left and right cheeks. In Peide's enthusiasm, Shen Xi kissed her on the cheek back: "Thank you."

Fu Dongwen asked Tan Qingxiang to call and invite some of their friends in Shanghai to prepare for the family dinner tonight.

In the laughter of everyone, Miss Six went upstairs and was told that tonight was Fu Dongwen and Shen Xi’s wedding banquet. Fu Qing and his haggard eyes flashed with joy, she hurried forward and suddenly held Shen Xi. With both hands, tears welled up: "Sister-in-law."

After talking choked up for a long time, she took Fu Tongwen's hand again: "Brother, congratulations."

"Congratulations," Fu Dongwen smiled, "Your third brother finally has a family."

Fu Qinghe stared at Shen Xi's face with mixed feelings. When Shen Xi married to Fu's house, she was the only one to quietly see this "sister-in-law" because she heard about market rumors about the marriage. At that time, she listened to her mother's small talk and didn't know much at a young age. She only guessed that Shen Xi was a confidante who would harm the third elder brother in the family.

They were saying last night that it was Shen Xi who saved the fifth elder brother and saw that the third elder brother was nostalgic for her.

today……

"Sister-in-law," said Miss Six, "when I was young, my words..."

Shen Xi understood: "Well, I can tell the truth right now. Your third brother has never killed my husband, and I am not a widow," she said with a look at Fu Tongwen, "but he asked me to marry me to be able to See me every day, so I have to ask him."

"Naturally," Fu Tongwen answered: "What I wrote for you is'Happy at first sight', but they are all true."

"At that time obviously not yet." She defended.

"It's hard to say that ordinary people can't see through my mind." He replied with a smile.

Everyone laughed.

The happy event was approaching, the apartment was lively, and everyone began to prepare for the family dinner in the evening.

Tan Qingxiang and Peide went to the Hongkou food market. Wan An called the people outside the door to enter the apartment. Everyone tried to move the big table stored on the rooftop. Miss Six had nothing to do, so she learned Wan An to tidy up the room.

Everyone is deliberately leaving space for the two newcomers to be alone.

Shen Xi was guarding the dried marriage letter by the window. Fu Dongwen's words are elegant and elegant, but they are restricted in the marriage letter, and the writing is regulated.

Fu Dongwen put his arms on her sides and circled her around the desk.

"It's a pity that you didn't have the chance to read the words you wrote on the wall." She said regretfully.

He tickled behind his ears, and kept hiding.

He said: "I regretted that I left this handle for you. If you want to see it, just write it to you."

Shen Xi was so itchy, he smiled and covered his ears with his hands, trying to block his heat. Fu Dongwen’s lips fell on her fingers and kissed carefully, and the heat quickly swept into her neck: "The third brother is all yours, isn’t it hard to say the words?"

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Is anyone guessing right 0.0 If you don’t guess right, you will be punished to kiss me hahahaha