The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

Two sharp flashes in succession, tearing open the clouds.

Fu Dongwen took off the suit and draped it on her thin shoulders. This also released her.

The noise on the deck at the other end gradually rose, and the crew fell into the water.

About ten minutes later, the rescuer and the person who fell into the water were all pulled up, and the one who fell into the water was unconscious and was laid flat on the deck for rescue. Someone came over and persuaded them to push back and go to the semi-outdoor lounge for shelter from the rain.

The wind is too strong.

The two returned to shelter from the wind and rain.

Fu Dongwen went to ask Dr. Tan for cigarettes. Dr. Tan was shocked when he heard his request.

But he took the cigarette, pinched the paper cigarette and knocked it on the metal railing, and the shredded tobacco fell on Doctor Tan's shoes.

Dr. Tan was annoyed: "You are really good at spoiling things."

"On the accounting, I will pay you all." Fu Dongwen stuffed the rubbed cigarette back into the hands of the original owner.

Tan Qingxiang thought that he had just seen the two holding hands, but he was suspicious that he had made a mistake, so he hesitated and did not ask.

"I'm going to the locker room." Shen Xi said softly.

Fu Tongwen agreed and left with her.

The public deck is open to the whole ship, with two doors inside and outside, and inside that door is the toilet.

The outside here is regarded as half a lounge and a real dressing room.

In the bathroom, she heard two brunette girls saying that when she was docking yesterday, she saw the butler in the special class to buy fresh milk and fruit for the guests. "There are also first-class cabins." One of them whispered.

"My dear, it's better to be like this. Look at the long journey, we always have to find a nice boy to have a relationship," the two chuckled in a low voice, "I'll be here in a month, how about you?" , They said so."

During their chat and laugh, Shen Xi heard them say that they should just go to the first-class cabin and find a gentleman to live with, and Tan Qingxiang's face appeared inexplicably. She was amused by her thoughts and left the bathroom.

The dressing room is a long and narrow corridor, and the doors of several compartments are open. Shen Xi did not see Fu Dongwen.

She thought that he should be farther away, so she picked a compartment to go in and looked at her face and hair in the bronze mirror half-length. She held her face in both hands, and when she stared at the black green, she heard that the door of the next room was locked. Soon, English with a London accent appeared... No, the point was not the accent, but the content.

"My dear, I love you, don't be afraid." This is a woman's voice.

"Sorry, dear, I hurt you," the man responded, with a shyness between boys and men, "I haven't really practiced it. When I was at Eton College, I lived with my aunt. Her personal maid likes me very much, but we haven't really done anything..."

Shen Xi did not guess what it was, and she wanted to leave quietly.

In the mirror, the figure of Fu Dongwen appeared. He came to pick her up with the new cigarettes he bought.

Shen Xi saw him for a moment, guessing that he would speak, and two steps forward, pressing his hand under the bridge of his nose, blocking his mouth. Fu Tongwen lowered her eyes in surprise. She held his cigarette hand and shook her head blushing.

"I only touched her breast..." the man's voice came.

...This aristocratic young man at Eton College, please stop recounting the sexual enlightenment between you and the maid.

Shen Xi's face was red and his ears were red, praying that Fu Tongwen would understand what she meant, and that the two of them could leave in dignity without disturbing the tryst lovers. But when the next door fell into silence, she felt that the place where her hand was touching was his lips, and the heat of his nose breathing also fell on the back of her hand.

His steady breathing rhythm made her even more unbearable than the conversation between those little lovers.

Silently, Fu Dongwen put the cigarette case in front of the bronze mirror, so that he freed his hand to support her waist, and the other hand to pull the handrail of the door. He also locked their locker room.

Shen Xi's hand slowly slipped from his face, with nowhere to put it, making a fist, hanging in the air between the two.

His silver tie was fixed by a pearl pin, golden pearls. At first glance, it looked like a set with her earrings and necklace.

The man next door was saying: "Of course, she also did something to me, such as touching me like you are now, she is very enthusiastic..."

Why do Westerners like to say it so much and just do it.

Oh, good, there is no sound.

Eh? Not stopping, but practicing.

The man was talking about love you in a low voice, breathing heavily, and the woman made no sound. It seemed that he still couldn't break through the first obstacle, and chose another way. Shen Xi began to blame himself and shouldn't listen to Wanfeng's sharing of experiences with those British girls. There was too much knowledge of this kind.

It took a long time, until she started to ask herself, why wait? Wouldn't it be better to just leave...

But until now, the curtain will end there at any time, and it's not easy to go.

The dressing room here has no windows, a mirror and a door, and the remaining two walls are covered with multicolored glass. Behind the glass is a lamp. The light leaks from the glass and falls on the face, making people dazzling.

This dressing room is smaller than the closet in their room, even if the two of them are not stuck together, they cannot be separated.

Fu Dongwen's hands became hot, and her mind began to dizzy...

Shen Xi wanted to push his chest and move his body away from him, but he didn't think of it in the end. Fu Dongwen's right hand is still there, holding her waist. Slowly, his hands moved back and higher, and changed to a more intimate position, which is more natural for lovers.

The small theater ended.

The door next door opened, people walked out, and the woman whispered in English in surprise. There was a sniper outside the door. Is there anyone else here? The two of them hurried away, leaving their two forced listeners here.

Trapped here, trapped in the atmosphere they left behind.

"Brother..." She wanted to say--

Let’s go, too. Doctor Tan’s waiting for a long time is not good. You see, the sniper is also waiting outside. What I didn’t know, I thought it was you and me who were squeezed here to resolve the long-distance voyage...

"Just now, just treat it as a surprise in the garden, don't worry about it," he said.

Shen Xi's brain buzzed. She only knows that the song “Journey to the Garden” is obviously the boundless spring dream of a young lady who meets a pretty scholar. She still remembers the lyrics: loosen the collar with you, the clothes are wide... Then wait for your patience and gentle sleep...

Fu Tongwen smiled first: "It's not quite appropriate, when I didn't say it. After a while I went out, Qingxiang asked where we were going, and said that we went to the jewelry reception in advance, and it was open to first-class VIPs in advance."

She responded softly. He did not let go of her.

On this cruise ship, Fu Dongwen is in jail.

Because of the Anglo-German war, domestic ties have been severed since February. After sailing for so long and staying on the shore, the news was blank for six months. He worried about the situation in China. Worry is useless, it only increases worries, and can only wait until it reaches the shore.

The days on the sea are the most leisure time for him in these years. He can read books, sit down and drink tea and chat.

People are talking about marriage. Putting it in the past, he had no intention of doing this kind of thing, and now—

They were interrupted by a sniper's knock on the door. The people outside said in poor English that something happened on the deck and they saw blood.

Shen Xi left him hastily, and Fu Dongwen unlocked. When she walked out with him, there was an unnatural blush on her face.

The sniper is not surprised, for him, even if the two are doing something in front of him, he can stand guard with his back to them. What's more, it's just for fun in the locker room. He suggested that Fu Dongwen take Shen Xi back to the first class cabin as soon as possible and stop going to the public deck: "The drowned sailor woke up and suspected that someone pushed him off the boat. There was an internal dispute. The knife pierced his abdomen and the three people bleed heavily." It is not safe here. .

Tan Qingxiang also sought out: "Yes, you guys go up soon."

Ten meters away in the lounge, two men in suits walked in, and some people came out, hands full of blood.

"Well, why do you doubt people push him?" Shen Xi was surprised.

"Just as soon as we sailed, we lost a guest. They all suspected that they were driven off the boat by the sniper," said the sniper. "It may also be an excuse. It is common for sailors to not understand each other."

Lost a guest... it was that night.

It's the one who sings.

Shen Xi's heart sank, but Fu Dongwen and Tan Qingxiang didn't have any extra performance.

Tan Qingxiang saw people coming out of the lounge again, thought about it, and said, "I'll go and see."

"Go together." Fu Dongwen also wanted to see the situation.

The three went together, and the sniper saw that there were no outsiders except the wounded, the ship doctor and the doctors and passengers who came here, so he guarded them outside the door.

In the lounge, the three wounded patients all had severe bleeding. The ship doctors simply dealt with them and communicated with the two arriving passengers in a low voice. Shen Xi could hear that those two were not surgeons, but one of them was there. The experience of the French battlefield has also stitched wounds and internal organs, and he is preparing to stitch the wounds immediately.

One of them is the thigh, the other is the upper arm, and the last one is the abdomen.

When Tan Qingxiang entered, he was also a doctor, so he was granted the right to stay there. When the captain arrived, he nodded to Fu Dongwen, a distinguished guest, and whispered to him to leave with his wife. After all, they couldn't help here, but instead made the narrow lounge more crowded.

"Use a tourniquet, hurry up!" The war doctor urged.

"Don't use tourniquets, but suture blood vessels!" Shen Xi stopped loudly. "Please leave this to me. I can cooperate with you to complete it. I am very familiar with blood vessel sutures."

The ship doctor and the field doctor looked at each other, and the obstetrician and gynecologist frowned.

With this new technology, even in New York, it is difficult to find a doctor who can complete it in half a day.

A western doctor from China?

Regardless of men and women, several of them had never heard of it before today. It's good today, but two came out at once. If it is not a first-class guest, it would seem to be a trick.

"I can't let you contact my patients unless you prove to me that you have the experience of studying medicine or the qualifications to practice medicine." Under the guidance of the captain's gaze, the ship doctor chose a proper way of rejection.

Shen Xi was speechless.

She didn't have either.

Even because of the hasty "escape" following Fu Dongwen, she didn't even have a certificate of degree in recent years.

She could only repeat palely: "Please trust me."

"Please trust my wife," Fu Dongwen also said in English with a London accent, "she is indeed capable of helping you."

"Sir," the ship doctor didn’t want to waste any more time, “I’ve never met a Chinese who studies Western medicine. I’ve been to many places and have been a ship doctor for ten years.” He thought of Tan Qingxiang and immediately changed his words, “Of course this Mr. Yi has opened my eyes. He is the first Chinese Western doctor I have ever met."

"I believe this lady, who just won the Nobel Prize for vascular suture surgery, can give her full name accurately. At least it means she is a fan of medicine." The gynecologist who was always on the sidelines was very kind and helped Shen Xi speak.

Enthusiast? Shen Xi felt weaker.

"I have dealt with many wounded in the field," the field doctor was impatient, "please leave it to us here."

"But what is the survival rate of the wounded you dealt with on the battlefield?" Shen Xi pressed.

"Oh, dear madam," the war doctor said with a sullen face, "the environment of the battlefield, you would ask me about my survival rate. I think you want to delay our time to save people."

"No, I want to help you," Shen Xi gave up arguing and rushed to the person who was stabbed in the abdomen. "Looking at my eyes, I'm not kidding, give me the right to save you!"

"...Can you guarantee that I won't die?" the man groaned, staring at her with brown eyes.

There was a lot of blood loss, no blood transfusion, no idea of ​​what internal organs were injured, and the environment here, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not die of infection after surgery. How does she guarantee?

The man turned his head away and ignored her.

Shen Xi was almost desperate, and another injured crew member suddenly took her wrist.

"I'm still bleeding..." The man lost his blood to shock.

"He is asking me for help, have you seen it?!" Shen Xi angrily stared at the ship doctor and the field doctor.

"Well, you can come and help me, but you have to listen to my command." The ship doctor relaxed, he didn't want to offend the first-class people.

Shen Xi nodded excitedly, she asked Dr. Tan to get her own set of equipment and magnifying glass. Today's "battle" made her extremely thankful that Fu Dongwen had enough money to squander her so that she had the opportunity to practice repeatedly and watch the operation, otherwise how could she cope with her qualifications.

Dr. Tan assisted her on the sidelines and made her feel more at ease.

During the whole operation, Fu Dongwen was watching.

On the sidelines, watch how the helpless girl who was **** on the floor of the smoking hall can get the opportunity to perform surgery to save someone. "Oh my God, she really can." The gynecologist couldn't help but praise her.

Fu Dongwen was relieved for her at this moment.

Those hands were tender and boneless, beautiful.

But at this moment, he is more attracted.

Before Shen Xi left, he repeatedly emphasized which room he was in with the ship doctor. If necessary, he could find her at any time.

She went back to the room, exhausted, washing her hands by the sink in the bathroom.

The water was hastily dried. She wanted to find a towel, and Fu Dongwen had already handed over a white linen handkerchief. A little thing caused her to return to the cramps in the dressing room in the morning, facing outsiders and facing him, she was totally two people.

"Clean," he said.

Of course she knew.

Shen Xi went to pick it up, but he didn't let go, instead he wrapped her hands. Wipe dry.

The two looked at each other.

All her nerves were hung up. This kind of action was too intimate, so intimate that she had to say something, to dilute the feeling: "I was just thinking, thanks to your old generosity..."

When she was still talking, he already took her hand and pressed it to his lips.

While doing this, his eyes were always on her.

"You are very different today." He whispered.

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Hey, I found a bit of lustful words, songs, poems... How do I remember so many...

ps. I said it on Weibo, but forgot to say it under the article, this article is not v, read slowly