The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

After Fu Dongwen touched her long hair, he took off the ribbon used to tie her hair. The first time he did this kind of thing, he had no experience, and he broke two of her hair. The ribbon was placed on the table, and the jade pendant at the end knocked on the dial of the pocket watch, making a sound.

He thought she would wake up, she had fallen into a dream.

In one night, the "many" he answered was transformed into countless images. She would see the young Fu Dongwen sitting on a chair, with Erlang's legs tilted, pulling out his gun and placing it on the table, asking someone to kill someone, and seeing him walking past a dilapidated house with dead bodies on the ground. These illusions are like listening to people singing operas.

Can't see his face, it's all silhouettes.

In the end she followed him and saw him and an adult who was wearing a former official uniform and with braids said: "The minister of the court nowadays cannot conquer the lord, but he will perish for the benefit of the people. They are all vegetarians."

Upon hearing this sentence, she realized something was wrong.

This is a dream. It's a book memorized when I was young, it shouldn't be his words...

She turned around and walked out. When she passed the gate, it was clearly three inches and six cents threshold, but it jumped three inches higher, tripping her alive. The fall caused her whole body pain, and she woke up.

The quilt wrapped around her bound her.

Shen Xi wanted to turn over, feeling something pressed against the other end of the quilt. She opened her eyes, her eyelashes dampened with sweat were glued together, vaguely blocking her vision.

After adjusting to the darkness, she saw a pillow leaning against the head of the bed, raised up, and Fu Tongwen resting on it. He didn't take off his shirt or trousers, and even the leather shoes were still on, but the quilt was covered on him.

I wanted to change clean clothes, but didn't go anywhere, so I ended up resting here.

The quilt was only torn off by her, and there was only a corner on his chest. He seemed to be cold, frowning slightly in his dream.

This posture seems to be blamed in the next sentence.

Shen Xi moved to cover him.

That Qing Jun's face was impatient to disperse.

He fell asleep and she watched.

Listening to his breathing, it is still not very comfortable.

Shen Xi quietly got out of bed, found the stethoscope in the drawer under the closet, and climbed onto the bed with bare feet. She put it on, and slowly pressed the stethoscope against his shirt. Put your finger on the fabric of his clothes, and touch his body temperature through the clothes.

The heartbeat passed through the stethoscope and hit her eardrum.

The silent room, only the sound of heartbeat.

His heartbeat.

One hand pulled down her stethoscope in time.

"The blood vessels in the heart are blocked."

Shen Xi raised his eyes and met his eyes.

Coronary artery occlusion. Shen Xi thought of the statement in the latest medical journal, which seemed to be such a translation.

The development of cardiology began in Europe, and well-known academic journals are also in France and Germany. English journals only appeared two years ago. She and a few classmates are like treasures every time they get them.

"Are you born like this?" she asked.

Fu Dongwen smiled and shook his head.

She has nothing to ask.

If cardiology is a desert, internal medicine is an oasis that just appeared in the desert, a small piece, and there is still unknown territory around it. Fu Dongwen’s symptoms last night were very similar to those mentioned by the professor. Coronary artery occlusion caused acute myocardial infarction. For this, the professor’s optimistic slogan is that at most 30 years, an effective treatment will be found.

Thirty years...what is that year and month.

She lowered her head and put away the stethoscope: "Are you feeling sick now?"

"I'm fine," Fu Dongwen adjusted his posture from lying on his side to leaning against the head of the bed. "Are you better?"

Shen Xi nodded: "I'm in the smokehouse, and I help them carry their bodies every day. You don't have to worry about me too much."

How can people who pass through the door be vulnerable?

What couldn't get past was the psychological barrier, but the moment she heard his heartbeat, she found that she was relieved. What she wants is for Fu Dongwen to live, believing that he is right and kind, then nothing else matters.

The hatchback was quiet.

"Just chat," he said.

"Yeah." She waited for him to say.

So, after a while, both of them laughed.

"Are you waiting for me to start?" Fu Tongwen teased her, "Is there nothing to say with the third brother?"

Shen Xi shook his head, leaning on the edge of the bed, stepping on the floor with bare feet.

"Come on," he said abruptly.

Shen Xi reacted and understood, she lifted the quilt lightly, and followed Fu Dongwen's appearance, with the pillow leaning against the head of the bed, and he was covered with the same quilt. There was still warmth inside, and her feet quickly became warm.

Unlike when they just fell asleep, the two people at this time consciously and agreed on the same bed.

She suspected that as long as Fu Dongwen moved a little bit, she would suffer an acute myocardial infarction.

Is it going to be like this day and night from now on... Her face is hot, but fortunately, the light is not clear and she can't see it.

"There is a new quilt in the closet," Fu Dongwen whispered, very sorry, "I was uncomfortable last night and didn't want to move. I will take it out at night."

"Yeah." She agreed.

Both of them acquiesced in the matter of going to bed in the future.

Even if he refused, she had seen the posture last night and would never let him sleep on the floor.

"There is another little thing," he laughed. "On the boat, you may have to wrong you to be Mrs. Fu for a while."

Shen Xi looked at the corner of the quilt and said "um" again.

"Actually, I am a decent person," Fu Tongwen said, and laughed first, "I hope you understand."

Does he think she is afraid of misunderstanding?

Isn't he not sure that she was misunderstood like this in the eyes of people up and down in the Fu's house back then?

Two people, one quilt, and nothing to say.

When my mother was in the same place with his father when he was young, he would gossip in the same way. The father would hold his mother's hand, fiddling with his fingers and whispering softly. At that time, she didn't know the word "husband and wife", which meant sharing the same bed, which was the result of a thousand years of cultivation.

Shen Xi's gaze slipped down and fell into his own hands.

Her hand was on her lower abdomen, and his hand was on her side, the distance between them was at most three inches.

The pocket watch is ringing.

Shen Xi remembered his three marriages mentioned by Gu Yiren. The first time was a Gege. During the reign of Guangxu, he was going to get married. The fourth master died that year. He ruined the marriage for unknown reasons. Later, she was a very knowledgeable lady who never thought about the wrong situation, and fell in love with the second master. Fu The second brother of Dong Wenchengquan retired actively. In the end, this one has known Fu Dongwen the longest. He has a childhood sweetheart with Fu Dongwen, and is proficient in French. The two have the best friendship, but the woman's heart is overseas, and the two have different ambitions. The woman used to threaten Fu Dongwen with herself by marriage. He left China, but was eventually declined. The fiancee wailed her tears and said goodbye, and this paper marriage contract was also invalidated. "This is what Mr. Tan told me," Gu Yiren was holding a few playing cards and learning vividly," San Ye and Mr. Tan said that two people with different ideals are just strangers in their souls. Such feelings, Not love."

Gu Yiren smiled and looked at the good card in his hand, and said: "Doctor Tan also said that every time the third master retires, he feels that this is the East of Lost, and he will surely receive the mulberry. But I lost it three times, the one from Sang Yu. Where is it?"

At that time, Shen Xi didn't know that Wan Fengxin had Fu Dongwen.

Just saying that she is really curious, and she is still asking Gu Yiren, these are all serious marriage contracts, what about those confidantes? Men pretend to be unpredictable whenever they mention such topics, and Gu Yiren can't avoid it. "That's not something I can tell you." Gu Yiren said this, as if he himself was the protagonist of that night.

The switch of the wall lamp is at their hands.

It is selfish not to turn on the light. What about him?

"Your breast name is Yang Yang?" Fu Dongwen asked suddenly.

"Yeah." Since he knew she was from the Shen family, he must know her name.

"'Surrounded by it, Wan is in the middle of the water', Shen Wanyang," his words reflected her thoughts, "I changed my name later."

She whispered back: "I think, there must be something to stay and beat yourself." The voice is soft, but the words are strong.

Shen Xi changed her name when she fled.

Xi, as a "slave", a female slave. She wants to remember the Shen family forever.

Fu Dongwen looked at her with a pair of dark eyes.

She thought he was afraid that he would take the horns, and then explained: "Third brother, don't worry, now I have changed the dynasty and I have let go."

He was silent for a while, then replied, "Just let it go."

At this point, Fu Dongwen didn't seem to want to talk anymore.

He stretched his arms, moved his stiff shoulders on his side all night, and got out of bed. This series of movements are smooth and flowing, and they are very light, as if he also disliked his body and wanted to return to the healthy appearance of his youth.

He opened the curtains.

It's not dawn.

Through the glass, I could see misty clouds, supporting the moon.

The moon on the sea is very bright, much bigger than the one seen in the apartment, I don't know why. But the brightest moon in my memory is in Guangzhou.

The moon is the hometown of Ming Dynasty, and the ancients are not deceived.

Shen Xi looked at his back, thinking about the journey to and from Guangzhou if he returned to China. Want to go back and take a look.

Counting, she woke up again. Can I see him again after returning home?

"Are the people the third brother funded in the past have any contact with you?" She was inquiring around roundly.

Fu Tongwen put his hand on the glass window, recalling: "Occasionally, there are letters, and very few see you again."

That's it. She rested her head on the head of the bed and said nothing.

Fu Dongwen was still tired, walked by the window for a while, and went to bed again.

He turned his back to Shen Xi this time.

Shen Xi put on his clothes, opened the door and asked the housekeeper for hot water, made a cup of morning tea in the living room, put down the teapot, and Dr. Tan came.

He was surprised to see Shen Xi recovering as before, and he appreciated it more. He smiled warmly and said softly: "I brought morphine here. I'm afraid you are not in good spirits. I want to give you an injection."

Shen Xi shook his head, hinting that he should not talk here. She brought the teapot, asked Dr. Tan to take an empty cup, and went with herself to the private deck. At this time, the day was still bright, drinking hot tea to warm the stomach, Dr. Tan's heart was also relaxed, and he talked more.

He is a humorous person, but he has never been shown in front of Shen Xi.

Maybe it was after last night that he accepted Shen Xi's travel companion from his heart. The two people are most concerned about the same person, the same thing, so they opened the conversation.

"The week we arrived in London, I met many old classmates and past professors," said Dr. Tan. "My professor has been doing research in this area, and I will give him his article later. You see, five years ago, he observed five patients with myocardial infarction and gave a report that acute myocardial infarction is easily induced by overwork and emotional agitation."

After Dr. Tan finished speaking, he poured a cup of hot tea and breathed in, but he still said: "He can't get excited, absolutely can't be stimulated."

Shen Xi silently noted this point.

"Fu Dongmin..." Dr. Tan sighed lightly, "In the beginning, I was classmates with me, and we all studied cardiology."

"Is it for the third brother?"

Dr. Tan nodded: "Unfortunately, regardless of internal medicine and surgery, we have all developed too late."

This is what Shen Xi is most worried about.

"Dongyan..." Doctor Tan stopped talking.

Shen Xi stared at him, she knew that the next words were very important.

"In those days, San Ye once sponsored reformers."

Shen Xi was surprised, she thought he was just fascinated by industry...

"They want San Ye to stop, kidnap Dong Ming, inject morphine and smoke on him. It will be about half a year. When people come back, they will become useless." Dr. Tan took off his glasses, put them on the short table, and held it He sipped his teacup, "Since he returned to China, Dongfang has always wanted to work on how to let people quit smoking. He was physically dependent and psychologically unbearable, so he shot himself. Did you see the gun he was carrying? That one."

It's under the pillow in the room.

She also guessed that the reason why the Fourth Master died was far away from this truth.

After hearing his name for so long, it seemed that he was also a person around him. At first hearing such words, sadness was alive. This is the greatest torture for him who aims to help people get rid of opium. Torturing the flesh does not count, but also crushing ideals and will.

Shen Xi took a deep breath, still feeling bored.

After a while, Dr. Tan said: "He is a man who can do whatever he wants to do, but you can't let him get in touch with the smoke."

Shen Xi nodded: "San Ye's body, what else does Mr. Tan have to say?"

"Let me think about it."

When Dr. Tan put the teacup away, Fu Tongwen changed his clothes, carrying a gray suit in his hand, and walked in with ease: "You two, are you treating me as a rabbit in the laboratory?" He laughed and threw the suit to Tan. The doctor's head.

Dr. Tan's glasses were knocked off and he smiled angrily: "A layman, don't think that you can pretend that you know the usefulness of rabbits."

The two talked and laughed and disappeared last night.

In the past days and nights, how much had to go through before they could do this.

When Shen Xi saw Fu Dongwen, thinking of the "bed-in" between the two in the second half of the night, he felt a little bit shy in the day. Sure enough, the guts of people are different at night and dawn.

She picked up the teapot, looked at Fu Dongwen, and left in a hurry: "I'll add water."

Fu Dongwen couldn't help but smile when she saw her escape from the back.

That day, if she had the courage to look back,

You must be able to find her shadow in those eyes.

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Look, I said this chapter is about sleeping, sleeping in various ways, sleeping in different patterns...

San Ye’s disease, it’s not that I am obsessed with heart disease, but the timeline of this story. Cardiology and internal medicine surgery are all deserted. Myocardial infarction. Think about it == It's a good disease...

and I am reluctant to let such a good person be (except short stories)