The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

Little by little sunlight penetrated into the skin, into the blood, and boiled her internal organs. Shen Xi followed him and straightened the strands of hair that had slipped from his forehead to behind his eyebrows. A few white hairs appeared everywhere between her fingers, looming, and had never seen it before.

It's time to urge the young and old, once the temples are white...

She looked at his in vain, he didn't notice it, and was still waiting for her reply.

Shen Xi suddenly lowered his head, and he could see the play pool downstairs. He wanted to hold back his tears, but he fell directly on his shoe.

Fu Dongwen wanted to wipe her tears again, but she avoided him.

"I do not go……"

After finishing speaking, he said again: "I said earlier, even if you drove me away, I will not leave. Thousands of mistakes should not be your fault. If my father is still alive..." Shen Xi mentioned Father, cannot continue.

Her chest was stuffy and she shook her head again: "There is no fool in the Shen family, third brother, I am not confused."

She was just caught by the Shen family's past nightmare.

Fu Dongwen looked at her.

Since Shen Xi cried in his arms looking for medicine, he knew she would not leave. I just have a guilty conscience, I can't force it to stay, I can't say more. The two looked at each other. Like every time before, eyes face each other.

"If you have something, let's go home and say...otherwise Mr. Tan will have to talk again," Shen Xi didn't want Fu Tongwen to know that she had already seen the tears in his eyes. She pretended to be looking at the play pool downstairs and continued." Wan'an is in trouble."

After a long time, she heard Fu Dongwen say: "Okay, go home."

We go home.

On Xiafei Road, Liheli’s small apartment is their home.

There are three unrelated relatives waiting for them there. The second floor there was their bedroom, which looked like the warm pavilion of the Fu family's old house. The furnishings, decorations, and even the bed nets were so similar. Only a swallow nest under the eaves.

Fu Dongwen asked to prepare the car.

Xu Yuan did not have the rules for letting the car into the garden, but considering that Fu Sanye's woman was seriously ill just now, she made an exception and let the car in. Shen Xi was silent from going downstairs to getting on the back seat of the car and driving away from here.

When the car reached the entrance of the lane, as soon as Shen Xi got off the car, she saw Peide jumped up from the bench with a smile and said in rusty Chinese: "You are back!" She held the unpeeled green onions in one hand, and faced Shen Xi in the other. Waving excitedly, "Go home, go home."

It turned out that Fu Dongwen had someone hang up the apartment before he came back.

Tan Qingxiang immediately prepared lunch and gave Peide the task of peeling the onion. Although the little girl didn't know what Fu Dongwen and the others had done in the past two days, but seeing Tan Qingxiang at home with a gloomy face and sitting on the roof without even sleeping, she knew it was a big deal. So when I heard that Shen Xi and the others were coming back, Peide was even happier than Tan Qingxiang. He couldn't sit still at home, moved his bench to the entrance of the lane, and waited for them to return home while working.

Peide rolled up the **** newspaper, ran to the front, holding the bench and spring onions.

When Shen Xi and Fu Tongwen entered the apartment, Tan Qingxiang had wiped their hands and greeted them personally. He has a thousand words, looked at them two, and finally fell on Shen Xi's face: "I'm really afraid..." He was afraid that she would leave.

He smiled suddenly and said freely: "Okay! So the best, the best!"

Shen Xi is a heart disease of Fu Dongwen, is it not his heart disease of Tan Qingxiang? He was worried about this day when he discovered that the two of them were in mutual affection from the cruise ship. At that time, he did not understand Shen Xi, fearing that she would anger or want revenge, which would ruin Fu Dongwen's arrangements and revolutionary cause for many years. Later, he and Shen Xi became acquainted and became friends who admired each other. He was even more afraid that she would know that it was too cruel. Facing the enemy's alive, or the father and brother of his loved one, what should he do?

Now, it is God's kindness.

The best time is the best result.

Tan Qingxiang laughed, Peide laughed, and Wan An laughed too.

Shen Xi cried for several days. When he saw the smiling faces of the three of them, his reaction was a lot slower, but he also laughed quickly.

"Go upstairs, go and rinse," Tan Qingxiang told Wan'an, "Don't laugh, wait for your third master and third grandmother to go, and don't want any more money."

At Tan Qingxiang's urging, Shen Xi followed Fu Dongwen back to the bedroom.

After closing the door, Fu Tongwen opened the second drawer of the desk, where there was a stack of letters. Whether in the old Fu's house or in this apartment, you can see all kinds of bundled letters everywhere. Shen Xi looked through the envelopes curiously in the Fu's study, and they were all letters from students he sponsored. He also saw letters from Gu Youwei in this apartment. He had been surprised by such things.

Right now he found this?

"This is a letter between your father and me." He said.

Fu Dongwen wanted to explain, but the silk rope that had been tied for more than ten years had already become a deadlock.

Shen Xi stared at the writing on the envelope. After a few seconds, he took the letter opener and handed it to him. Fu Dongwen took the knife and cut the rope. He opened the top envelope and put the four photos inside on the desk.

The first one is the ten-year-old birthday photo.

The second and third pictures don’t have her. On the fourth picture, there are many young men who belong to the Shen family.

She swiped her finger over, and she forgot, many of them couldn't even remember the name and ranking. Finally, the fingertips fell behind everyone, in the third row corner, and found him. He placed one hand diagonally in his trouser pocket, and happened to tilt his head, laughing with the elder brother beside him, without a face, but from this smile, it seemed that he could hear his laughter.

Shen Xi cried all at once.

There are still. Look, second brother, you still left something for me where you don’t know...

Fu Tongwen wanted to wipe her tears, she shook her head and murmured softly: "It's okay, I'm okay."

Since I want to cry, I will shed all the tears that should be shed today.

She focused on the second brother in the photo and her own, always wanting to say something.

"This black-and-white photo was taken on my tenth birthday when my second brother invited a Japanese master to come home," she said. "My second brother, if you see him, you will be a confidant. He. I studied at the Japanese Army Military Academy. The Chinese classmates who were studying at the same time were discriminated against by the Japanese, and most of them dropped out. In the last group, only two graduated, and one of them was my second brother."

After graduating from the military academy, the second son of the Shen family did not join the army, but followed his father to learn to do business.

"He is a revolutionary, he must be," Shen Xiqing tried his best to recall all the details. "He has a knife with a flower carved on it, and it is engraved with'Republic'. Only I have seen that knife... I turned it over by accident."

In the last years of the Qing Dynasty, it was the revolutionary party who pursued the "Republic".

There can be nothing wrong.

The second brother doesn't like female sex, so unlike other people studying abroad, he always has to fight with his family in marriage. When he was studying in Japan, he had already written to his father, saying that he would obey his family's marriage arrangements. Later, I met the lady for the first time. It was arranged by the matchmaker and the elders. I met in Shen's house. We dated three times. People from both families followed.

After three times, the marriage was decided and only waiting for marriage.

She asked her second brother privately how much she liked the young lady, and he smiled and said: Second brother is a person who doesn't talk about feelings.

She didn't understand at the time, now she wants to come--

The killing knife is carved with flowers.

It is the owner of the knife who still has tenderness in his heart, but the tenderness is given to the nation.

The bamboo curtain by the window was blown by the autumn wind, knocking on the window sill.

Shen Xi stuffed the photos one by one back into the brown envelope, folded the seal, and then opened the second letter.

She took out the letter, but she dared not open it. I held the letter paper in my hand for a long time, and I stroked it over and over again with my fingers along the crease of the letter paper, and finally it unfolded. In fact, she was not familiar with her father's handwriting. If it hadn't been for Fu Dongwen, she would have never guessed that this was a letter written by her father. She felt unfamiliar even in terms of words.

Little Friends in Dong Wen:

Too much mundane things, long sparse sound respect.

The letter from the little friend is a little more satisfactory. The current situation is vast, but the national strength is weak and the anger is sinking. I cherish the talents of my little friends and cannot be used for the revolution. My contact with my little friends is not hypocritical...

She read the letter as if she was in the Shen family study.

The thrush was flapping in the cage, taking a sip of water and a bite of food. The servants were feeding the birds, grinding, and making tea. The father picked up the pen, stood at the desk, and wrote back to the little friend in Beijing.

What I was discussing was the situation in Asia at that time. In the reply, it can be seen that at that time Fu Dongwen was deeply influenced by what he had seen and heard while studying abroad in the UK, and hoped that the future China would follow the example of the UK, preserve the royal family and govern the country with a "constitutional monarchy".

The father did not agree, he tried to persuade Fu Dongwen in the letter.

She finished reading, and then went to the next one.

Fu Dongwen is very interested in collecting letterheads, sorted by time.

She took out the letters one by one, read them word by word, watching the argument between your father and Fu Dongwen.

Seeing that she couldn't be distracted, Fu Dongwen asked Tan Qingxiang to deliver food to the bedroom.

From lunch to dinner, palmed the lamp.

The trams outside the window kept coming and going, but she could not hear the jingle at all. He just looked at it with his chin, leaned against the edge of the window, with his forehead resting on the edge of the desk, and placing the letter flat on his lap to read...Sometimes he couldn't read it, so he asked him to explain a sentence or two.

The lights are exceptionally bright this night, as are the wall lamps beside the bed.

She recovered from a serious illness. In the middle of the night, her waist was so sore that she couldn't sit still, and finally took the letter to the bed to read.

The content and emotions of the letter gradually went from being impassioned and full of confidence at the beginning to heavy thinking and clouded over. The years are thickened in the letter paper, with heavy worries about the country, and the emotions accumulate more and more, as if they will fall in front of my eyes at any time...Finally, I saw the last letter.

Before unfolding the letter paper, Shen Xi couldn't guess how his father would write this letter.

But to her surprise, the letter was very brief, without any discussion of state affairs, it was all business.

Shen Xi glanced at ten lines and swept to the end:

I will go to Beijing soon, hoping to talk. I hope I can use the arms of my little friends to make good things happen.

Old friend Shen Ying

She knew that the "good thing" here was what Fu Dongwen said was the funeral.

Shen Xi sat, unwilling to move, unwilling to close the letter... He was so calm and pleaded with him. In what mood did his father, over half a hundred years old, prepare to go north and explain his funeral?

When the letter paper was taken away, she woke up, her eyes swollen, and she managed to squeeze a smile at Fu Dongwen.

"I really envy you... Father rarely has time to see me."

People’s time is limited, and if you give too much to your home country, you will give less to your family.

Fu Tongwen received the letter on the bed for her, turned off the wall lamp, pulled the slippers, returned to her side, and touched her face in the dark. Didn't cry.

"A righteous person will appear ruthless to his family," he said in the dull room, "don't blame him."

Shen Xi shook his head lightly, both to him and his father.

There is enthusiasm on the shoulder, it is his hand. Following his strength, she lay down on the pillow, her body being crushed by a quilt.

The darkness drowned her silently.

In the chaos, she murmured: "The Shen family has a Shen family shrine in the countryside...it should have been abandoned long ago."

She has been to that ancestral hall. The layout of the hatchback of Sanjinsanlu and nine halls, with more than a dozen large and small buildings, is a sight in the area. Over the past decade or so, it should have been abandoned, or changed the name directly.

If it is still there, she wants to personally put the tablet of her father and brother on the incense table in the ancestral hall, and receive incense from the offspring.

They shouldn't be lonely wandering souls, wild ghosts who can't find their way home.

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