The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

Fu Dongwen withdrew the tip of his tongue from her tongue and kissed her mouth with his lips, his hands still buried in the folds of the skirt.

"Is it all right?" he asked. The words are vague, pointing to the feeling of this kiss.

Shen Xi muttered, "I... well, it's good." Do you want to exchange thoughts? Which country's rule is this...

"I think it is possible." He laughed.

Shen Xi pressed his face on his shoulders, he stubbed out, his heart beating, not knowing how to respond.

Fu Dongwen put down the skirt that was rubbing her waist, bent over and went to pick up the suit. When Shen Xi saw that the stocking on his left leg had fallen to his knee, he was startled for a moment, his face turned red again, and he whispered, "Don't look back."

Fu Tongwen carried the suit in his hand, instead of looking at the bookshelf, he took out two books at will, ready to take it out to pretend.

Shen Xi touched the bottom of the skirt with both hands, and lifted the stockings to the base of her thighs... She wanted to say something, but she couldn't speak, she also took a book, hurriedly walked around the bookshelf, and walked towards the door.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Fu Tongwen put the two books on the shelf, adjusted his shirt and tie first, and estimated that the time was almost up, before holding his suit and book, he paced out.

Back on the deck, and not knowing where to start, Tan Qingxiang was holding the translated medical book and joking with Shen Xi who was eating afternoon tea. What is even more strange is that what he said is his former fame.

"It's nothing like cigarettes," Tan Qingxiang said vividly. "Han Jiatan didn't want to talk about it. He just said that in Baishun Hutong, he gave away the impromptu sentence, "How many pipa go upstairs at night, and the aromatherapy mandarin duck is fanned by Bai Tuan." 'Until now, the girl is still hanging on the wall. He has never been."

Shen Xi glanced at Fu Dongwen slightly.

"That night, I made such an unsatisfactory sentence over the wine," Fu Tongwen also looked at her: "Look at her when I wake up, it's very out of style."

Obviously praised him, but he didn't appreciate him.

Tan Qingxiang also came to play sex: "Oh, you don't like that, let's just say this. A girl from Qingyin small class reads the Dong language at the banquet, swishes her ink, and sends the four characters-'Guan cover romantic' ."

That scene could be seen in Shen Xi's eyes. The woman from Suzhou and Hangzhou's jade hand, holding a pen and dipping ink, looked at him with full eyes. People are subtle and graceful, as are words, only their eyes and minds are straightforward.

"Guess, what did he return?" Tan Qingxiang asked her.

Shen Xi shook his head.

Qing Xiang put his **** together to make a pen, flying dragons and phoenixes, and mimicked his cursive style: "After taking the pen, he left the words directly on the white wall-'At first sight, happiness'."

When they praised him for being romantic, he gave them a joy at first sight.

At first sight... she glanced at him again... Cheng Huan.

Fu Dongwen took the hot tea from the housekeeper, took off the lid of the cup, and turned it upside down in his palm, and he was about to throw it away.

Tan Qingxiang hurriedly blocked his arms, and the lid of the cup did not come, but was lifted up with water beads: "You guy, just talk about it, and always use it for everyone's entertainment."

"Windy." He scolded with a smile.

Shen Xi knew that it was all fake and didn't interrupt because he had talked about the social scene. But after all, he felt sour in his heart. Tan Qingxiang had just stuffed two extremely sour plums, and his expression was uncomfortable.

Fu Tongwen glanced over her face.

She has a little oval face with round cheeks, no edges and corners, and a soft line on her jaw. Like the eyes of a child, the black pupils are big and the white eyes are few, but there is always water in the eyes, and the eyebrows are also reflected charmingly. They are small charming, mostly immature.

The hair is braided right now. If it spreads out, it will make the face even smaller.

How small is her face? The arc of the lower half of the face-he held it with one palm.

"You guys are chatting, I'll go up to see my friends." Fu Dongwen put the tea cup down and left.

"What is he doing here and there?" Tan Qingxiang was puzzled. Even if I just left, when I came back, after drinking half a sip of tea, people left again? He looked at the teacup. Could this tea be different from elsewhere?

"Who knows." Shen Xi replied with a guilty conscience.

"You just said you were going to the public deck? Next time you still ask us to accompany you. Don't worry." Dr. Tan said again.

"Well, okay, I remember." She arbitrarily straightened her braids.

Tan Qingxiang’s girlfriend couldn’t understand what they were saying. Seeing Tan Qingxiang talking to Shen Xi with flying brows, she was gentle and considerate for a while. Shen Xi also had blinking eyes and a thousand words and a heart-warming appearance. Look, it’s not taste.

Only when Shen Xi asked about Tan Qingxiang's translation of the book, the little girlfriend snuggled up first, putting both hands in his belt and sliding down the trouser legs. Tan Qingxiang was touched by the cold little hands, and took a breath: "Is this tea drunk?" He immediately pulled his girlfriend's hand out, covered it with his palm, and pecked at the other's lips.

Shen Xi could only grab the book and turn over a few pages hastily.

Amitabha, don't look at evil.

When new passengers board the ship, there is also new news.

He chatted with people in the first-class lounge, talking about the battle between Britain, France and Germany and that the United States was still maintaining neutrality. Someone brought afternoon tea in the rest room. He drank it and heard two Japanese talking about Shandong. Looking over, the two people saw that Fu Dongwen could understand Japanese and thought he was Japanese, and smiled and nodded in greeting.

"Shanghainese are boycotting Japanese goods," one of them said, "I'm thinking about my business there."

"We sent troops to fight the Germans in Shandong. The interests of the Germans naturally belong to us," another sneered. "It's useless. The sea is Europe and America, and the sea will be ours."

Fu Dongwen listened, but he didn't seem to hear him. He was still chatting in a low voice with the DuPont shareholder beside him. The man knew some Japanese, and he knew that he was talking about the Japanese occupation of Shandong, and he said in French: "In the world of capital, don't be tied to one country, but do it as a business."

Fu Tongwen smiled: "The land we rented out is too much."

Shanghai, Tianjin, Hankou, Guangzhou, Qingdao, Dalian, Chongqing, Hangzhou, Suzhou, Xiamen, Zhenjiang, Jiujiang, Gulangyu...Hong Kong, Macau...

These war capitalists cannot understand the hearts of the Chinese people.

In the concession, or on the lease, blunt knives are used to gouge the heart and cannot die, and sharp knives can not die.

People are there when the country is broken.

But when mountains and rivers are also broken, where do people go? Land is something that must not be lost.

Cigars, wine, crystal glasses, capitalists, aristocratic ladies and young ladies with stupid desires.

This is the other side of his life on the cruise ship.

Fu Dongwen speaks love words very well, and can use English, French, and Russian languages ​​freely. He once said to Tan Qingxiang that he would act in a play every time and be a drunken fan, just like he is in Beijing, with power and money, you always have to plot to get people close to you.

He stayed with these people from afternoon tea to dinner. It was almost eight o'clock when the people were uncomfortable, so he left and went to the first class.

Tan Qingxiang's girlfriend is taking a shower in the room, and he smells the fragrant powdery air all over the room, making it even more uncomfortable. So the two men went to the public deck and sat in the open air.

It is rare that there are no rain clouds, and there are many people on the deck.

Here he is a single cut out for first-class guests. At this point, the men above are chatting in the cigar smoke and will not come here. Therefore, only the two of them are there.

In the past two days, Tan Qingxiang also heard the news that Japan had pretext to start war against Germany and captured Shandong with all its troops: "I don’t understand why we don’t go to war. As long as we declare war on Germany, Shandong can take it for granted. ."

"It was proposed to join the war, but it was rejected by the international community." Fu Dongwen touched Tan Qingxiang's trouser pocket again, took out a cigarette, poured out one, opened the matchbox he had brought, sneered, and struck it brightly. "We Chinese want to go to war on our own land, but we have to seek the consent of the whole world."

He rarely lights a cigarette by himself, is inexperienced, and doesn't know how to protect the flickering flame with his hands.

Once the sea breeze passed, the flame went out.

A dark match head was left, laughing at him in the palm of his hand. "This is not a solution. We must participate in the war. We will never have the right to speak." Fu Tongwen broke it off and threw it into the sea. "Qingxiang, more than ten years ago. When are you talking about? , Is the head."

On which day will my country be safe.

At this point, Tan Qingxiang no longer followed him to complain.

"You still have to be as relieved as possible on this boat," Tan Qingxiang said. "It's been rarer to be better these few days."

Fu Dongwen touched his chest, left shoulder, and left arm, none of them were right. He shook his head again, too lazy to say.

Looking at Tan Qingxiang's appearance, it is verbose again.

He talked unhappily: "You go find your girlfriend, I'm tired." He also wants to see his beautiful woman.

At half past eight, Fu Dongwen returned to the room.

It was dark everywhere, except for the light in the bathroom. A faint shadow of a person dangled on the glass.

Shen Xi was washing her hair, and when Fu Dongwen pushed the bathroom door open, she was shocked to block her hands full of white foam: "You go out soon..." The long hair was piled up in white foam, and it was soggy. . Because she was afraid of getting the clothes wet, she put the yukata on the outside of the skirt, took off the stockings, and left her legs and feet bare.

In short, very embarrassed.

She would not lock the door without taking a bath, because she would not be able to open the door to tell herself because she was afraid that something happened to him.

He had never seen light in the bathroom these days, and he had come in when the door was closed. She could not think of, nor expected. The smiling face under Bai Mozi was flushed with embarrassment, and he stubbornly pushed him out with his shoulder. He pressed his back and closed the door.

Fu Dongwen's shirt sleeve was covered with foam, and he stood at the door, twisting the foam on his fingers, and smiled.

Across the door, he pulled the chair out of the door, sat down, and looked at the door.

The shadowy silhouette of a girl was just before her eyes.

Shen Xi unscrewed the brass faucet and put water in the bathtub for about ten minutes.

For ten minutes, he listened to the sound of water, half-closed his eyes, and saw her shadow on the glass, sometimes near and sometimes far away.

"You said something." She should be worried.

"Waiting for you." He replied lightly.

"Your complexion is not so good." The voice came out again.

"It's okay." He couldn't die again.

Shen Xi dampened the towel and wiped off the white foam on his long hair little by little: "I think you are really uncomfortable. Do you want Dr. Tan to come and see?"

After a while, he said: "Wait for you."

Saying that, is it admitted?

Shen Xi didn't care about rinsing the towel, so he hurriedly soaked his hair in the bathtub, probably washed thoroughly, and wrapped the towel around his hair to soak up the water. I was afraid that I would get too wet to get out of the way. I felt tight, wiped it hard for a while, and spread it out. The hair falling out of the towel was more than usual. I didn't care and went to look in the mirror again.

It is semi-wet, braided, and tied with a ribbon on the head. It shouldn't look like wet hair.

She expected him to be by the window, so a gentleman would leave her room to clean up, but when the door opened, Fu Tongwen was still at the table, with a stack of paper on hand, with a pen slanting on it. The man sat on the chair, facing the door, looking at her.

"Why don't I look at you washing your hair?" he asked.

"It's not that I don't look down," Shen Xi mumbled like a little girl, "It's not pretty."

The lights are brilliant, and the others are laughing.

"I'll call Dr. Tan, let him see, you are his patient."

"Just got back from him," he said, "it's no use."

No wonder it's so late. Shen Xi went to the table and sat down too, not rest assured, after asking his eyes, he pinched his wrist.

I didn't learn this month, but I asked Tan Qingxiang for advice. Let her be like a Chinese medicine doctor, can press her fingers, and then ask about the problems of the internal organs, that is a fantasy. But the heartbeat can always be counted...

It's fast, but hers is also fast.

Seeing that he didn't give persuasion, Shen Xi thought, forget it, sleep more flexibly at night, and be careful at any time. She let go of his wrist, and then she caught a glimpse of the two sentences on the paper.

Tan Qingxiang said that he gave beauties' limericks in the brothel.

The sour plum is here again.

Shen Xi held his cheeks and looked at the words: "Are you nostalgic? Do you think of old friends?"

He shook his head: "I can't remember what I wrote, so how can I talk about old people."

The sour plum that was forcibly squeezed out the juice, mixed with water, added rock sugar, and became a cup of heat to cool off.

Shen Xi pressed the corner of his mouth and smiled.

Fu Tongwen uncovered a page and wanted to hold it into a ball, which she seized. Shen Xi did not make a sound, spread the paper on the table, and smoothed out the folded stamp with his palms: "I brought it, which happens to be a bookmark."

He looked at her, copied the pen in his hand, and took off the cap: "That's scrap paper for sharpening the nib." With his wrist force and the pen sharp, he wrote a new one, took it off, and slowly pushed it under her eyes: " It's for you."

Yes: a happy life at first sight.

Shen Xi pulled the half-wet hair behind his ears, folded the first piece of paper in three, and fiddled with it for a while before whispering, "Isn't this something you gave to others?"

"They are all irrelevant people," he whispered. "It was written at that time, and there is no one in front of you."

In fact, if he didn't explain, she could make excuses for her brain, but what he said was very different. Shen Xi pressed the corner of his mouth, took the new one, and folded it again. He went to write again.

Still: happy at first sight.

"Write so much." Her face burned even more panic.

He did not answer. At first, it was her chest, arms, and shoulders that were stuffy and painful. She wanted to find something to do so that she realized that she was about to disturb this rare atmosphere again. Secondly, I also want to see her origami for a while, so I want to write a few more sheets and lead her to do it.

Because of his gaze, even things like origami made Shen Xi in a daze, and his heartbeat was unpleasant.

Fu Dongwen handed it out again, but it was already folded.

Shen Xi was puzzled. In his gaze, he unfolded the paper, but the words this time were: Happy at first sight, dizzy.

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Happy at first sight, dizzy

(Tian Fa is not Tian Huang)