The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

Fu Dongwen arranged to eat western food in order to appease the girl Peide who had lost her parents.

But because of the language barrier, the atmosphere is not too good.

When it was less than six o'clock, the three returned to the apartment in Liheli.

Tan Qingxiang and Wan An turned off the lights on the upper and lower three floors, leaving the kitchen lights alone. They rarely had a meal with Fu Dongwen. They went to Hongkou to buy the ingredients and made them by themselves. There are many butchers, farmers and fishermen there every day to sell their goods, which are much fresher than elsewhere.

So, the first side of the German girl Peide saw Tan Qingxiang, he was wearing an apron, black scissors in one hand, and a big yellow croaker with an open stomach in the other. In the quarantine area these few days, the two made a few phone calls. What Peide learned was that he was a doctor of medicine studying abroad, proficient in multiple languages, and he was the most attractive man in his 30s.

Hmm... Now, Peide shyly compares the heights of the two with his hands. There is a rare smile in his green eyes. It is the first time since his parents passed away.

"This child..." Tan Qing's chest was tight, and then he cleaned up the large yellow croaker.

The kitchen is too cramped to accommodate Peide and Wanan, and it is not decent to squeeze it.

Wan An knew each other well and made room for the two to talk.

"Miss Shen," Wan An greeted Shen Xi at the door of the kitchen, "What do you want to drink? Coffee? Tea? Or something else?" Fu Tongwen took off Shen Xi's coat and handed it to Wan An: "Go and make a pot of tea."

"Is it the best? It must be the best." Wan An asked and answered politely.

Fu Tongwen took off his hat and buckled it on Wan'an's head: "Today I talk a lot."

"That's natural."

Shen Xi was suddenly taken up by him, and everyone looked at him and went upstairs.

The stairs in this apartment are so narrow that the two of them cannot walk side by side, so he is in front and she is behind, and they take a half step. The lamp on the first floor hung on the white wall outside the kitchen door, and shone the figure on the wall, invisibly magnified several times.

Shen Xi thought that when he lived here, he would not dare to meet friends, and even his neighbors would try their best to deal with them as little as possible. The three-story small apartment here, plus the small rooftop on the top of the building, is the place where she can do her daily activities alone. I also thought about it at that time. Fu Dongwen said that he would come to Shanghai to pick him up. Naturally, there would be associations about living together in the future...

"Where is Mr. Zhou?" She went to the second floor and noticed that the room where Zhou Li once visited was empty.

"It's time to get to Beijing," he said, "it happens to be that Peide lives in that room."

"Leave so soon?" She regretted not saying goodbye.

Fu Tongwen entered the room with her and took out the train ticket from the drawer: "I intend to accompany him to the north. The Minister of Foreign Affairs needs an introducer."

Shen Xi noticed the date of the ticket: "Then why didn't you leave?"

"Is this asking knowingly?" He laughed.

She hesitated: "...it is very important to introduce to the Director-General of Foreign Affairs."

"I made a telegram and entrusted it to Xu Pinhui. It was the fourth youngest member of the Xu family you met in Guanghe Building that day."

It's that person. She remembered: "How many properties has he lost in the past two years?"

Fu Tong looked at her with a smile: "You remember him clearly."

"Your friends... of course remember it, it's rare to know a few."

He said: "I thought you don't like the excitement. If you want to see it, there will be opportunities in the future."

In the future? In such simple words, she heard the affection.

After a short while, Wan'an brought tea up.

Fu Tongwen told him: "Don't bother you tonight."

"I know." Wan'an replied with a smile.

Shen Xi stood in front of the bookshelf, flipping through the book he had brought, pretending to turn to the next page.

I didn't say I want to live here.

Fu Dongwen poured tea and drank.

"I think the atmosphere of their chat is very good," Shen Xi thought of the girl downstairs, "Tan Qingxiang is really a girl to like. It's a pity Miss Su..."

"Su Qing made a concubine for my second brother, you'd better not mention it in front of him."

"No wonder." She woke up.

She doesn't have many friends, and Tan Qingxiang and Tan Qingxiang are closer than ordinary people because they are guarding the secrets of Fu Dongwen, although they are close friends. When I saw Tan Qingxiang for the first time in a New York apartment, he was teased by a group of brothers. Shen Xi could see that he was a friend and classmate in the eyes of the group, but it was difficult to get closer because of the difference in background.

Only Fu Dongwen regarded him as his own.

Later... I never thought that the first girl I saw when I arrived in Beijing was his sweetheart. The top girl in Rouge Lane, after all, still loves the son of a big family? Shen Xi thought of Fu Dongwen’s evaluation of Tan Qingxiang’s love in this love as "jewelry box, a silver dollar gift", and thought of the honest man with black scissors in hand and a big yellow croaker downstairs, and his love for this friend. Sigh.

"That day, he said that his mother forced him to get married and asked me to introduce him to a suitable nurse. I also asked him to try Miss Su again. I would not say that if I knew that."

"Do you believe Qingxiang?"

Why can't you believe it?

He put down his tea cup, went to the edge of the bookshelf, leaned there, and drew the book from her hand: "His father is a tailor, and his mother died very early." "Is he lying to me?" Shen Wei was surprised.

The book knocked on her head: "In this world, who is not deceived and who is not deceived?"

"...I haven't lied to anyone."

Fu Dongwen coughed intentionally.

"I'm talking to you seriously."

Fu Dongwen looked at her eyebrows and face. In her memory, she had a goose face and blushing lips, so she blushed when she couldn't be molested. She is now thinner, shaved her face with her index finger, she has no sensuality.

He inserted the book back, his face close to her, and face to face with her ambiguously: "Back then, in Rouge Lane Shihuaguan, you said you wanted to see Su Qing? But really?" His voice lowered, almost quietly. , "Yang Yang think about it again?"

Outside the house, the local tram ding-dang-dang passed by.

She said with a guilty conscience, "That's just a matter of fact."

"It's a good one--it's a must." He was meaningful.

"It's you..." she thought back, "you have a high fever to that level, and you still have to pretend you are not sick. If it wasn't for Mr. Tan to think of this way, I thought you wouldn't want to see me for the last time."

"If it is really the last one, I want to leave it to you, it will naturally look the best," he said, "You don't necessarily want the third brother to cry in front of you, right?"

"Who wants you to cry...I want you to talk to me about illnesses and difficulties in the future."

He laughed: "Everyone complains, it's a three-year-old kid."

"I can't tell you," she confessed and said gloomily, "Mr. Tan can lie to people, and I won't dare to believe you anymore."

He smiled deeper: "What he lied to you, you have to count me? Third brother is really wronged this time."

Shen Xi could not argue with him, never could.

She was so angry that she pushed him with a smile, and then he pushed him to the shelf and kissed him.

At first, he was playing with himself, but when Shen Xi's long hair slicked in along the collar of his shirt, it was going through his heart and lungs and was tempting him. The two gradually became silent, looking at each other.

Not a word, so quiet that makes people feel soft.

Fu Tongwen hugged her, she let him hold her, and went to bed.

He turned off the lights in the room, leaving a frosted glass wall lamp beside the bed. The lampshade had European-style carvings, and the different shades of goose yellow were stained with variegated colors, and the light falling on his face was also unpredictable.

The eyes are too.

His temperament is always unpredictable, but she can tell the nuances. He made jokes about sex, but it was not taken seriously, it was for outsiders to see and listen to. When he wants to be real, he just doesn't like to laugh.

In the Fu's house in Beijing, through the Chuhua Gate and the hall, to the Shangfang compound, the main entrance is the main room, and on the left is the place where the two lived. There was a big bed inside, and only she and him knew what happened under the bed net. He found a way and used her legs to relieve him. He didn't say a word from beginning to end.

The lamp outside the tent was not off that night, he finally kissed her lips, as if the lamp was pushed down, lit the red gauze lampshade, and the fire burned all over her...

"We will be together from now on, okay?" he asked in a low voice.

When he asked this, he was asking if there was a relationship.

She was beating in her heart without saying a word.

He laughed.

There was like the lamp of Fu's house beside him, and the red glass cover was outside, reflecting his face and eyes. In fact, the lights in the room had already gone out. I just feel that the fire is burning, panicking, panicking.

She is in love for the first time, and it is inevitable to think seriously Fu Tongwen kissed her patiently and spent time with her. After several attempts, her reaction stopped because of too much fear. Finally, he had no choice but to get out of bed to find water.

The man in the shirt turned his back to her, standing at the window looking out. From the time he got better, he developed the habit of opening the window to sleep, thinking that the days on the sick bed made him bored, the windows and doors were closed all day long, and it was full of medicinal soup. Now the windows are open, there are spring rains, and there are neon lights and street lights on Xiafei Road.

He put down his teacup.

When I came back and went to bed, people suddenly became quiet.

Both of them lay flat on the bed, and Shen Xi quietly looked at the ceiling. He can't sleep, right?

"When I was in Shanghai, there was no tram." He said suddenly, hearing a tram passing by outside.

It turned out not to sleep yet.

"Did you come to Shanghai... to get out from here?"

He does not answer.

Why are not you talking?

He rolled over and kissed her on the lips when another tram clanged through Xiafei Road. Maybe it was because Shen Xi had just had a rest, before Shen Xi was nervous again, he had broken through the obstacle in silence. He licked her clenched teeth, and Shen Xi's throat was burnt, slowly and passively moving to his rhythm.

***

She woke up at four o'clock.

Unexpectedly, Fu Dongwen was not around.

She picked up her dress from the sofa, dressed it neatly, turned on the wall lamp, and opened the door.

The lights downstairs were all off, but faint voices could be heard.

It's so late, what can you do?

Wearing your own high heels to go downstairs late at night, I am afraid that the noise will be stepped on and disturb the rest. Shen Xi found his slippers and barely wore them up and down the stairs. The door on the first floor was closed, but apparently the people inside found someone coming.

When the door opened from the inside, many people could be seen sitting on the sofas and chairs in the room. Roughly speaking, there were six or seven gentlemen, Fu Dongwen, dressed in suits, sitting among the crowd.

He didn't expect that Shen Xi would wake up at this time. After a moment of surprise, he smiled and said, "This is Miss Shen, my fiancee."

The third son of Fu just lost his fiancée in Beijing, Miss Youwei from the Gu family, but no one has heard of him being engaged in Shanghai. Everyone was stunned and stood up one after another, nodding and leaning to Shen Xi, saying hello.

"This is not..." One of the gentlemen with glasses took a serious look at Shen Xi's face. "Is that Miss Shen in New York? Qingxiang, is that one?"

"It's her." Tan Qingxiang answered with a coffee cup and leaned against the kitchen door.

The man laughed: "That's an old acquaintance, Miss Shen, do you still remember me? The person who forced Tan Qingxiang to kiss you in the past is exactly the same."

Shen Xi had an impression.

"Brother Fu, it seems that you have really changed your own family to your own family." The man talked about serious matters late at night, and talked about a dizzying headache, a rare pastime topic, so he naturally did not let it go. Miss, the question I asked you back then, is it convenient for you to tell me today? How did you meet Sanye back then?"

Shen Xi is still the same as in the past, not good at coping with the ridicule of these brothers. Besides, she was only wearing a long dress and slippers, and she was standing on the stairs, embarrassed to get down.

"Everyone, everybody, I have to say one more thing. This is not the beautiful woman San Ye met by chance in Shanghai. This marriage should start in the third year of Xuantong——"

Fu Dongwen buckled the cap of the pen in his hand, bumped it in his hand, and smashed him.

The other party smiled and dodges.

"You talk first, and I will come as soon as I go." He left them.

Shen Xi also lightly nodded to the crowd, as a farewell, turned around and went upstairs first.

Fu Dongwen kept up with her.

The two entered the room one after another. Shen Xi was unprepared, hugged by him from behind, pushed back, and fell into the sofa.

"Don't you, it hurts..." She dodged.

"Is it okay? The third brother and you just now?" He laughed.

In fact, it was teasing her. At the beginning, she had to cultivate for a few days.

"Um..." she was vague, "it's good."

"I think it's pretty good."

"..." Shen Xi thought this dialogue was familiar.

Kissing for the first time? Yes, he asked these few words shamelessly then.

Shen Xi pillowed his head on the armrest of the sofa, curled up, in his arms, fingers still fiddled with the buttons of his shirt unconsciously. Just having a real relationship between men and women, it turned out to be in such a state of mind. It is good to see him everywhere, even if you stare at his fingers, you will never tire of seeing him for twelve hours. As he said in the past, he can't wait for the two bodies to grow together, inseparable.

It won't be strong after separation.

Obviously Fu Tongwen also likes to hug her. He and Shen Xi's mood is different, more "lost and recovered" mood, especially since she was in the hospital these few days, he couldn't calm down to do other things. He looked over the things in this apartment again, looking for the traces she left here, in order to feel the day and night she waited for herself.

Fu Dongwen's eyes were in front of her, bright like a teenager.

Shen Xi pursed his lips, stroked his eyelashes, and gently fiddled with them with his fingers.

He laughed, caught her hand, bowed his head and kissed.

After kissing, he frowned.

"What's wrong?" She was surprised.

"You have a strange smell." He whispered.

Shen Xi was startled, blushing, guessing what it was, smelling it himself.

It was clearly the smell of sterilized potion. She had been in the quarantine area for so long, and it would take a few days for the smell to dissipate. But he deliberately misled her and looked dark, and tricked her to think about the place where Wushan Yunyu, Yuyouchunshui...