The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

Shen Xi was still silly there.

This is the first time Fu Dongwen has said bluntly what he likes.

Tan Qingxiang wiped the rain off his face and smiled: "How about teasing you, he likes to ask for a bargain. Come and follow me."

He wade down first. Shen Xi didn't dare to delay either. The two touched the two nearby streets to help someone move the wounded to a place where there was no water. By noon the water had receded a bit, and soon rose again.

There were two more women and five children in this apartment. Shen Xi checked several children, and they were all fine, and he sent them to the guest room to rest. All the people who have been trapped in the water for a day and night, the seven souls are scattered, crying, let alone the three souls.

It is easy to take care of, the old man is enough to deal with it.

The flooded water on the first floor receded. The silt left on the floor, shaped like shallow sand, smelled inaudible.

Shen Xi and Tan Qingxiang didn't have time to take a shower, they only washed their hands and face, and sat in one place to eat noodles.

"This is the lotus paste cake from Lianxiang Cake and Pastry Restaurant," the old woman opened the box. "Master said, I will bring it to you."

Her spiritual platform suddenly became clear and he was upstairs.

The old woman cleaned the kitchen first, then wiped the floor of the front hall, and finally cleaned up.

Tan Qingxiang ate and ate, telling her how Fu Dongwen's childhood sweetheart, before leaving, wanted to be a husband and wife, and then used the method of letting him go to France for treatment, and deceived him in two ways. But Fu Dongwen was really different. If the girl really insisted on what she was pursuing and left him behind, he might marry her. One person, one country, and pursuing what they want is also a good story. But this girl not only humiliated herself, but also looked down upon Fu Dongwen's ideals.

This is the saying that the soul is strange.

After finishing speaking, Tan Qingxiang wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled.

He should have thought about it, starting from the first time Shen Xi rushed up and insisted on saving people, to that night, and to this day, how could Fu's third-partner not put such a girl in front of his eyes and keep it in his heart?

After filling her stomach, she took a hot bath at the urging of the old woman.

The water on the street was really dirty, with hundreds of garbage and muddy water. The water in the bath was changed twice, and she finally felt clean. Seeing that Shen Xi hadn't changed the laundry, the old woman turned out the clothes left by her daughter and gave it to her. The little button went from the neckline to the front of the chest and tied it to the side of her body. It was very interesting. Like a jacket skirt, but not like it.

"My daughter married an overseas Chinese, and their overseas Chinese women like to wear this." The old woman laughed and said, a bit older, it seemed to suit her. When Shen Xi came out of the bathroom, he squeezed and looked inside the room.

no one.

Where did you go?

Shen Xi's leather shoes soaked in the water, and he wore the shoes of the old woman's daughter. They were too big and could not stand firmly on their small heels. Opening the door, looking for someone outside, I saw Fu Tongwen holding the little boy he brought back, putting on pants for others. He was sitting on a small stool, his legs were too long, and he was wearing tailored trousers and straight fabric, making it uncomfortable to bend his legs.

So the three young masters could only stretch out their two legs, leaning against the wall outside the opposite door, and putting leather shoes on her door frame.

Seeing her coming out, he smiled and asked the little boy: "My sister is like a heroine, isn't it?"

"Yes." The little boy grinned.

After the pants were put on, he tied the child's trousers again and patted the little butt: "Go."

The little boy hugged his head, kissed his forehead, and ran in with his bare feet. After not running two steps, as if listening to the people in the room, he came back and closed the door.

He seemed to have her in his eyes, smiling, looking at her up and down.

She looked down at herself: "It's a bit strange."

With her long hair scattered, she lined the goose-egg face more white, like a pair of eyes soaked in water, clean, people are frankly white, and the fleshy little face is red. She stroked her hair behind her ears and whispered, "I'll get your pulse for you."

Fu Dongwen put his hands on the floor, took advantage of his strength to get up, and pulled her hand.

He dragged her back to their own room, silently, and led her to the bed.

The children were hungry, shouting, and opened the door.

Running back and forth, it was very clear across a wooden door. Faintly, there is actually a woman humming a tune: "Moonlight, Zhaoditang... It's raining heavily, flooding the street..."

Both of them laughed, and the ballad was also the same.

The two of them seemed to be on a noisy road, as if they were surrounded by people. How many eyes looked at them.

"Where did you sing yesterday? Do you still remember?" he asked.

"I am like a mourning goose in the sky, and I am like a dragon swimming on a shallow beach." These two sentences impressed her deeply.

"Do you know what the next sentence is?"

Shen Xi was not familiar with this scene, and shook his head.

"Go to bed first," he said, playing with the gramophone, "let it for you."

Going to bed again... It is said that in the past, Young Master Jingcheng's preference was to lie down and burn a cigarette, staying on the ground all day. From the ship to here, Fu Tongwen can be regarded as giving her a chance to see.

Fu Dongwen smiled when she saw that she didn't move, "Is there no shortage?"

With a soft bang, he took most of the curtains to block the light on the bed.

He came, bent over and took off her shoes. The warm hand suddenly approached, and Shen Xi shrank his feet, his heart beating fast.

He turned around and went to bed. The fabric of the trousers slipped over her feet. Her toes were irritated and curled up, subconsciously and crampedly, only a thought came out, to get another pillow, another...

The vinyl record twirled, and the people in it babbled and sang. It was this sentence: "I am like a fish swallowing a hook, and I am like a boat that lost its rudder in the waves—"

"Listen?" He asked in a low voice, "Third Brother, I...it's like a fish swallowing a hook. Yang Yang, isn't it?"

She felt that the back of her head was hard, she was against the wall, seeing others coming. The hot and humid touch really fell on the lips. He ate her lips in a hurry, holding and biting for a while, and sucking for a while. Such a wet kiss, like being suddenly pushed into the deep sea by him, losing weight, sinking weakly...

Without oxygen, there is water in front of me.

"Child, outside..." She pushed him.

"Three brothers are well-measured." He smiled, and his hands were unbuttoning the collar of his shirt.

The quilt is a cumbersome, and she is tangled on her body and legs, like she is wearing an extra coat. When he kissed her, he was eating lychees, peeled off the shell, sucked the water, and ate the white flesh. How can one person have so many ways to kiss people.

In Guangzhou in July, it was too easy to sweat when wrapped in an extra layer of fabric.

His back was quickly wet, and the sweat-soaked shirt fabric was hot and humid.

He said: "Be nice to me so you can't allow others."

He also said: "It's not a good thing to allow others."

He laughed again: "You talk to the third brother."

The innocent girl couldn't stand this kind of molesting, her face was red, and when she was held by him and rolled on the bed, she didn't look like her own.

A sweetheart who washes her makeup and looks plain.

Even if the clouds and rain fail, they can be sticky together, and the two emotions are in harmony, there are always a thousand ways of tenderness, and thousands of ways to pamper.

...

Finally awake, it was sweat that was wiped off by him.

He got out of bed to get her hot water from downstairs and let her soak her throat. Moisturizing his lips, teeth, and mouthpiece, he lowered his head and ate her lips and tongue for a while, the honey-stained apricots, twirling them on their tongues, and finally he tempted her and fed him.

I listened to the vinyl records coming and going, changing the music in seven or eight minutes, and there was no sound at the end.

"It smells so good..." She later realized that she smelled it, wouldn't it be perfumed?

"Find it from downstairs, click here to try." He whispered, playing with the button of her neckline, pressing his forehead on her forehead, looking into her eyes. Shen Xi was sleepy and wanted to close his eyes, but thought he had something to say.

The fabric of her clothes had dark patterns, which changed in the dimly lit room. When she moved her body, the pattern on the upper part changed. He watched it for a while and said: "There are two sentences, I said, listen."

"Ok."

"Your family used to be a revolutionary. Although the Qing Dynasty has died, the Beiyang faction and the Revolutionary Party are incompatible. The Shen family also has enemies alive, so apart from me and Qingxiang, you can't tell a third person about your life experience."

She should. She knows this, and she's always tight-lipped in New York.

"There are many people who want my life outside, and they keep our affairs in their hearts," he said. "Three brothers don't want to be your reminder."

She still remembered Chen Linguan's spurn on Fu Tongwen that day. She also remembered the man singing on the boat. This was not bluffing her. Shen Xi nodded again.

Seeing that he stopped talking, she was flustered: "Anything else?"

His fingers pressed against her eyelids: "Take a break, I'll book a rickshaw, and leave before dark."

Shen Xi hugged the pillow, leaned on him, and closed his eyes.

Before dark, the water receded a lot.

Fu Tongwen left money for the old couple, for women and children who are strangers in the house. Shen Xi was about to leave, still tugging the sheets left and right, trying to flatten them, but he always felt "suspicious" folds. The girl's entanglement and shyness fell in Fu Dongwen's eyes, but she was lovely. When Shen Xilin went out, she threw all her changed clothes on top.

Messy, returning to the true colors.

On the dock, it was dark.

The moon is small in the clouds and the light is dim. The chimney of the cruise ship was billowing with thick black smoke. From her perspective, the moon was swallowed. Compared with the one she had seen in her childhood, there were totally two appearances.

The ancients were still wrong. That bright is the hometown in my heart and dream.

The butler saw that they returned before sailing, and was very fortunate. They were speaking in English, and they were still worried about where to send their luggage if the guests could not return. Fu Dongwen never left his address in Guangzhou.

Fu Tongwen was trapped in the apartment in Guangzhou. The two old couples did not have the habit of reading newspapers, nor did he see domestic newspapers. I got on the boat, washed it hastily, and asked the housekeeper for some newspapers, which looked in the private corridor.

In the long-lost Chinese, every word is not let go.

Literati scolded Yuan Shikai in the newspapers, scolded him for his hypocrisy of "giving a decree" to him, and scolded him for his wolf ambition to sacrifice to the sky, until he signed the "21 Articles" with Japan for bereavement and humiliation... These 21 articles are disclosed In the newspaper, the articles were striking, and the words were shocking. I saw Fu Dongwen's heart beating violently, and his chest was breathless.

He also heard a few words in the teahouse of the thirteenth row, before he had time to study, he was disrupted by the flood. Now, the detailed list is far beyond his imagination.

It is ridiculous that he is still fighting with DuPont's directors on board.

Shen Xi watched his face deteriorate, watched him frown irritably, and did not dare to **** the newspaper in his hand, frequently asking for help to read Tan Qingxiang.

"Well, you can escape the flood, don't lose your grace for a few newspapers." Tan Qingxiang said.

Fu Dongwen's eyes were heavy, he laughed at himself, and was silent.

The haze brought by several newspapers still permeated them until the last day of the journey.

On the deck, Shen Xi packed up his leather suitcase, ready to follow the people off the ship. Next to him was Fu Dongwen, who was well-dressed, with three leather suitcases at his feet, one large and two small. Later, the people on the ship will help him off the ship.

In order to conceal their eyes, they will disembark separately and part ways.

Fu Dongwen was rubbing a cigarette in his hand. He had already handed her the address of the Shanghai apartment, the key, and a handwritten letter from him: "In three months, I will arrange for someone to pick you up."

After leaving the country for so long, the world was turned upside down when and now, he could not risk taking her by his side. He worked hard to save her back then, not for her to take risks for herself, but for her to have her own new life.

The shredded brown tobacco fell on the deck, on her and his leather shoes.

Shen Xi responded, his throat was blocked, and he didn't know what to say.

Fu Dongwen took a look at the time on his pocket watch, then went to look at her again.

Every minute, every second, is in sight.

Clocks and watches divide time so finely, in front of your eyes, let you perceive the passage of seconds...

At such a close distance, the two people's knees were on the same place, but they did nothing. Fu Dongwen stuffed the rubbed cigarettes into the pockets of his trousers. "If the third brother dies, there will be a way to let you know." He said.

This is the last word he said that day.

With the flow of people surging, Shen Xi laboriously lifted her leather suitcase, took the books, clothes and surgical instruments she had brought back from the United States, and squeezed into the passengers disembarking. She is like an ordinary student returning from abroad, wearing a trendy dress and high heels, walking into the corridor of disembarkation.

Taking a step, my heart tightened once, and I wanted to look back, but I didn't care about it, and I got off the boat after being pushed by the posterity.

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