The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

"You get up first, don't kneel down in the middle of the ocean," she said softly.

Fu Dongwen unbuttoned his shirt, but stopped kneeling, leaned forward and pressed her into the quilt that covered the bed.

"It's uncomfortable to look at this quilt on such a hot day," Fu Dongwen turned his back, throwing his shirt on the ground, and then went to untie her. "Wan'an is also a naive person, patronizing pleased."

More than heat.

In the afternoon, Wan An specially found agarwood and big bergamot, buried them in a copper smoker, and smoked the brocade. At the moment she was lying on the bed, and she felt the smell of smell, without having to undress, she had fallen into the ecstasy cave.

"Did you not teach him good things in the past..." She turned her face, trying to find a way to breathe smoothly.

"Am I wronged?" He whispered, "How many yards of the Fu family, from top to bottom, how many aunts and wives, the people chat in private, he learned it himself."

It makes sense.

"Ask him tomorrow, what else he has learned." She became interested.

"A child of him knows everything, it's just fur," he clutched her hand, kissed the back of her finger, and laughed in a low voice, "If Yang Yang really wants to learn, there is a ready-made gentleman in front of him."

"I'm not talking about this."

"Oh?" He pretended to be confused.

"What you said, it's not serious..."

He laughed: "There is no outsider here, who do you want the third brother to show seriousness?"

It's him who is serious, and it's him that is too much.

Fu Dongwen also felt that the smoke was too fragrant and uncomfortable. Fortunately, it was summer night, and he would not catch the cold even after leaving the bed. He wrapped Shen Xi in a shirt and hugged her to the sofa. The garnet-red sheets were spread on the dark brown sofa and stretched to the feet. The quiet night is getting deeper. In the past, I knew and the sound of insects were there. Today is very strange. Even the insects have made an appointment, and there is no sound.

Only the bamboo curtain beside the window clicked and clicked again.

Fu Dongwen kissed her lips, and she kissed him too. In the silent air, his breath is also affecting her heart.

"It seems that there is a lack of firecrackers, which is not festive enough," he said softly.

"It's so late—" She halted in a hurry, rushing out from her throat with a sound like "Ah" and "Hmm".

I thought it was his young master who was stubborn and wanted to order a firecracker in the middle of the night. I just wanted to persuade him not to disturb the people, but he didn't expect it to be his love on the bed of a boudoir, dividing her heart and eating her soul. He knocked her soul apart.

All sounds are amplified infinitely. The feet of the sofa rubbed against the floor and rang softly and rhythmically.

There is also a strange fragrance at this time, but it is not the fragrance of agarwood, but the love between men and women.

Her eyes couldn't focus, and the circle of light overlapped by the wall lamp and the red candle zoomed in front of her eyes. Turning her head, she looked at the gold-inlaid lacquer tea set in the upper right corner of the bookshelf. She was suddenly close and far away, indistinguishable... She suddenly couldn't suppress the sound in her throat, biting the back of her hand anxiously, staring at him complainingly.

Fu Dongwen kissed her eyebrows.

"Come back, there will be less movement," he said.

...

Across the floor, seven or eight big men lay in the room below.

After a while, one wakes up, and two more vomits. Wan'an and Peide are busy waiting, one speaks Chinese and the other is German. Tan Qingxiang is the only sober person who speaks the language of the two. Finally, Miss Six also joined the ranks of taking care of the drunk boys, complaining from time to time, and by the way, boasted that her third brother's wine was good.

This night, in the bridal chamber and the noise of downstairs, quietly exposed.

Shen Xi finally fell asleep in his arms, with the bed sheet as a cover, barely blocking half of his body. Fu Dongwen's fingers always stroked her shoulder gently, looking at her sleeping face. Birds cried out the window, cicadas cried, and the tram was approaching, and then gradually moved away. He closed his eyes slightly, and his hearing became more sensitive in the darkness in front of him.

There are children, girls, boys, big and small outside.

His fingertips swept over her collarbone, slid back...

Shen Xi had a sore neck and woke up from an improper sleeping position. When he raised his head, his lips unconsciously touched his chest, and the nose still smelled lingering. When she opened her eyes, she saw the corners of his lips, rising.

He touched her chin and communicated with her silently, as if asking her: I woke up.

She kissed his fingertips, as if to answer: eh.

He pinched her chin, fixed the position of her face, bowed his head and kissed her. This time he didn't have much passion, it was a habitual kiss.

He didn't speak, he still stroked her shoulder, back and forth, not too bored.

"What are you thinking?"

"Me?" He paused, and said softly, "Thinking about many things, all sorts of things."

"Do you think I am going to see your mother?" she asked him.

His father is gone, but his mother is still there. Marriage is such a big thing, even the parents don’t know it is already unfilial. If you don't formally visit his mother after marriage, you can't justify it anyway.

"I want to see," he said, "wait for father's seven to pass."

"Ok."

After a quiet meeting, he suddenly asked: "There is a saying in the Buddhist school to report the fourfold grace, have you heard of it?"

She shook her head.

"When a person is alive, he needs his parents to nurture, to nurture the mountains and rivers, and to depend on the help of others for his food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. This is the kindness of parents, the grace of the land and the kindness of all living beings. The fourth level is the Three Treasures, which has nothing to do with people outside Buddhism. "

He said again: "Report the four-fold favor, and the parents' favor is first. But the third brother is alone in this favor..."

Which is right and wrong, and which is right and wrong?

Shen Xi is still waiting. He has stretched his arms, took her off the sofa, and put her on the bed.

Shen Xi sank his face in the pillow, closed his eyes, listening to his footsteps walking back and forth in the room. Open the door, leave, return.

"If you keep your ears up without sleeping, what did you overhear?" He leaned over and asked with his hands beside her.

"How do you see that I'm not asleep?" She didn't move.

He stroked her eyebrows: "When you pretended to sleep, the eyebrows were unnatural here, they were strained."

Can this happen? Shen Xi also touched his eyebrows.

At this time, Fu Dongwen had changed his dry shirt and trousers. He rolled up the bamboo curtain in the window and looked at the city scenery outside.

"I'm going to the hospital today," Shen Xi said, "to see Donglin, are you going?"

After all, it was only two days off.

Although Xiao Wuye is in stable condition and has a doctor to take care of him, she still feels uneasy.

"Okay, take Qinghe in the afternoon." He leaned back against the window edge and was a few meters away from her. "At most three days, she will be heading north, and we should let them meet."

When they arrived in the hospital, Shen Xi changed into a doctor's uniform and asked Fu Dongwen to wait in his office. She was also vigilant, not to expose Fu Qinghe's identity, and to first remove the nurses and doctors in the ward.

In the end, she and Xiao Wuye were left in the ward, so she sold Guanzi and said, "I will surprise you today."

Little Fifth Master smiled and asked, "The third brother is here?"

"Yes, the third brother is here, and there are some people."

"Others?" Xiao Wuye couldn't figure it out.

However, in the two days before and after, Fu Dongwen had let Miss Six Jin Chan escape her shell and arranged her life for the next twenty years. Ordinary people would never think of it.

Shen Xi asked the nurse to call Fu Tongwen. After a while, the door was pushed open.

She and Xiao Wuye looked over at the same time. The sixth lady at the door of the ward was no longer the rich lady who was wearing a skirt gown and wrapped in fox skin, laughing and making noises upstairs in the theater, grabbing Yuan's head from the silver plate and throwing it downstairs.

But the moment she saw Brother Fifth, the light in her eyes was still like an excited little sister: "Brother Fifth!"

The little fifth master on the bed is no longer the high-spirited young officer who just graduated from the military academy. The uniform was changed to a gray patient uniform, and his face turned gray after undergoing a major amputation operation. But when he saw his safe and sound sister, his brown eyes were filled with relief: "Quick, Qinghe, come to the bed!"

With a move of Miss Six's eyelids, teardrops slid down her cheeks, and ran to the bed a few steps, before Xiao Wuye held her hands. She knelt down on her knees first with a plop: "If it wasn't for me, Brother Fifth wouldn't be sent to the front line... Now Qinghe returns peacefully, but Brother Fifth's legs..."

"This is nothing, who came back from the battlefield without injury?" Little Fifth Master was so anxious to help Liumei, "Besides the injury has nothing to do with you, get up quickly."

"Don't move." Shen Xi stopped.

Fu Tongwen also pulled up the sixth sister: "Don't kneel anymore, Xiao Wu's wound can't move, you guys say a few words."

Miss Six wiped away the tears on her face: "Yeah."

While their three brothers and sisters were reminiscing about the past, Shen Xi personally went to the cafeteria to buy meals for the four of them, and let them gather together for lunch.

Fu Dongwen was a very cautious person. After eating, he took Fu Qinghe back. Shen Xi stayed in the hospital and arranged for a nurse to do a detailed examination for Xiao Wuye. She came back from the ward two hours later, and by the way, she got a brochure of customized prostheses from the office. These were all mailed back by her classmates from Britain and France. She wanted Fu Tonglin to choose a look for herself and find someone to try to build it first.

They chose the model of the prosthesis, and Xiao Wuye smiled at her with bright eyes.

"Sister-in-law," Xiao Wuye deliberately said, "Does your hospital not give you leave for marriage?"

Shen Xi was taken aback, blushing and smiling: "It seems that there is...I don't know much."

She left the hospital the day before and was unmarried, and she was a married woman when she came back today. Even she herself has not adapted to this situation.

The nurse pushed the door and said that she had called Shen Xi.

She came out of the ward, and the other party asked in surprise, "Dr. Shen, the person who called said that it was your husband. When did you get married, no one in the hospital even knew?"

"It was yesterday, I didn't have time to tell everyone."

Shen Xi didn't have the experience to deal with it. In the congratulations from the other side, he would only nod his head and thank you.

The call was received in the hospital duty room.

In the duty room, the young resident doctor was chatting with the nurse, and the radio was turned on, making the air tremble. As soon as Shen Xi entered, the resident doctor consciously turned off the radio and whispered goodbye to the nurse. The air was full of the smell of love, Shen Xi pretended not to understand, picked up the receiver, leaned against the window, and said.

"Waiting for you, I have listened to the tune for a long time." His voice was low, like a human being talking in his ear.

She held the receiver in her hand and whispered: "You are smart, you know to take the call to the duty room to find me."

He said: "I thought of you as a busy person and wouldn't sit idle in the office."

"Didn't you say to pick me up at night? Is it urgent to call?" she asked.

The nurse flipped through the newspaper and pretended to be deaf.

"It's a little change. Say hello to you in advance," he said. "The second son of the Han family has already arranged the train. I will leave at dusk. I will send Qinghe first. I can't take you home in time."

"So fast?" It was too anxious.

"It happened that there was a car going north," he said, "good luck."

"Then, you say goodbye to me."

"it is good."

Quietly, no one hangs up first. "Go ahead." She had to urge.

The little nurse is here, and she can't say anything else.

The noise on the telephone line, accompanied by his laugh, reached his ears.

"I'm going to be busy too," she said softly, "this is the phone in the duty room, it's not easy to keep occupying the line."

"it is good."

Fu Dongwen hung up, and Wan An, who was beside him, had already packed the suitcase for Miss Six.

In order to cover up, Miss Six changed back to the clothes of the maidservant. After the servants took away the suitcase, she went into his car with Fu Dongwen. To the station, the sunset slanted west, the setting sun was like blood.

Because he wanted to transport gold bars, Han Erye chartered two trains to Nanjing. He just woke up from the wine this morning, and he was so haggard after a busy day. He took off his glasses and complained to Fu Dongwen: "I shouldn't have had a lot of drinks last night, because my headache was so tight."

He asked someone to move Miss Six’s luggage into the compartment: "You brothers and sisters have a few more words."

Miscellaneous people waited to avoid, leaving the two brothers and sisters of the Fu family to bid farewell on the platform.

"The third brother has nothing to say, you have to learn to take care of yourself when you are old."

Miss Six seemed to be pretending to be hesitant.

"What do you want to say?" Fu Dongwen saw that she was full of words.

"There is one thing," Miss Six was hesitant to say, "I want to talk about it when I saw the third brother in the past two days, but I'm afraid it's not true, I'm afraid it will affect your relationship in the room."

"If something happens, just say it, the third brother will go to verify the truth."

"My mother said before she died of illness," she raised her eyes and looked at him, "my brother was kidnapped...it was the elder brother who did it."

The only person who can be directly called "brother" by Miss Six is ​​Fu Dongfan, who has long since passed away.

Fu Tongwen paused, and after a long pause, there was no more.

Miss Six hurriedly said: "After my brother committed suicide, for a few years my father loved my mother very much. It was also during that time that my mother found out about it, but she was unable to find evidence and had nowhere to redress her grievances. Then she became seriously ill and thought. Before dying, ask my father to understand," Miss Six's voice was trembling slightly. "She said that her father was very angry at the time, but he was also guilty. My father said it was an accident. He told my mother not to be a dead son. Go to kill the living. The mother said that she and her father have been married for 30 years, and they can’t read it wrong or hear it wrong. The father has already admitted.”

Miss Six choked, and finally said: "Brother, I don’t want you to ask for justice for our house. Mother and brother are gone, what is the use of asking for justice? I want you to be on guard , Don’t die like my brother."

In the eyes of outsiders, Fu Dongwen and Uncle Fu were born to the same mother after all. Breaking the bones and connecting the tendons will not really turn their eyes on each other. Fu Qinghe hesitated to this point, but also worried about this. But she was even more afraid that Uncle Fu would be inhumane and would harm Fu Dongwen, so she told her mother's last words before leaving.

"Dong Wen, I'm leaving." Han Erye said from the car window.

Miss Six couldn't feel relieved seeing him not speaking.

"Third brother heard it." Fu Dongwen said.

Miss Liu held his right hand in both hands, her eyes blurred, and she couldn't bear to get in the car. Farewell in troubled times, every time may be a farewell.

"Go ahead," he said.

Miss Liu was supported by two men and boarded the train.

The whistle honked and the car drove away slowly. The loud noise of the collision between the wheels and the track joint shook the ground.

The orange sun shining on the car body, shining on the platform, and falling on Fu Dongwen's face and shoulders. His facial features became three-dimensional in this light, and the emotions in his eyes were silent, like a pool of stagnant water.

Going up to Qiongbi and down to Huangquan, there is nowhere to be seen...

Dong Ming, after all, did you use your mother and sister to tell your third brother the truth?