The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

Fu Dongwen said a few words and absently stroked her hand, his fingertips smoothed through the dark blue blood vessels on the back of her hand, with a romantic look in his eyes. She was sure and found that he was still alive and well.

I also said that it would be fine to hug for a while...It is a lie.

He also realized that his concentration was not as good as he imagined, and said with a low laugh, "You should come down."

What this said, as if she was forced to sit on his lap...

Shen Xi knew that he likes to ask for a favor, and tried to persuade himself not to care about the patient, and silently got off his lap: "I'll get the bed."

"I don't want to sleep very much," he took her hand and led her to the empty chair. "Come, sit here."

Among the two grandmaster chairs, there is a rectangular coffee table inlaid with marble.

When Fu Dongwen watched her sit down, people left too, first, to distract her from wanting her, and second, to pour her tea.

It's not easy to do it, and it's not easy to say, now there are no outsiders, but I want to wait for her to drink hot tea.

There was a pot of tea on the desk outside, which was left by the young man.

Fu Tongwen came back with a teapot, slippery slippers and a gown. In Dengying, a lock of hair on his forehead slid in front of his eyes, and he smiled, like a person walking down from the old painting...

It's not right. Shen Xi thought nonsense, that all the beauties walking up and down the late-night painting, the ones who came late at night outside the window should be vixen or female ghosts, and shouldn't have anything to do with a seven-foot man——

He took two one-style tea cups in his left hand, put them on the coffee table, and poured water slowly.

Then, the teapot was put down, and he took a seat again.

The Grand Master's chair is carved with intricate cloud and dragon patterns, and the center of the back of the chair is inlaid with marble and covered with white fox fur. The two cuddled in their respective small spaces, or in other words, two grand master chairs and a small coffee table were their small places.

She put her elbow on the edge of the small coffee table, looked at him, and remembered the sentence:

Gentleman to the end, Jinyi fox fur.

"Yang Yang always likes to stare at me when he comes back from Shanghai this trip?" He teased her.

"...I was thinking about things." She bowed her head guiltyly and drank tea.

He used "back".

Yes, she is back, no longer helpless.

He didn't rob her either: "What's the matter? Come and listen."

"You are trapped this time, are you... really unexpected?"

She didn't quite understand the situation of the Fu family. But Fu Dongwen is a person in this circle and in the house. He shouldn't be so passive, even if he is a little alert, he shouldn't fall to this point.

"In New York, I received a telegram from my father and imagined such a situation," he said in silence, "but I didn't expect my father to be like this."

She was surprised: "Then why don't you avoid it? At least avoid the limelight?"

"If I escape on the way back to Beijing, my father will use all means to disrupt my business. He is backed by the Beiyang Army. In this situation, I have no chance of winning at all, and the accumulation of many years will be in vain."

Fu Tongwen shook his teacup and sipped his mouth lightly: "If I come back, at least my father will think that he can discipline me well, or at least, can take over the business from me. So I was on my way back to Beijing. Decided to take a gamble, betting that he will not eat his blood."

He said again: "One more thing, the Fu family property, I am also determined to get it, so I must come back."

Shen Xi puzzled: "Is money more important than fate?"

"Yes," he laughed, "more important than fate."

Here is the inheritance that he has worked hard for the first half of his life and accumulated, which should not be lost. If you lose it, you will draw out your fangs and fold your wings. What's more, there are richer possessions.

The money fell into the hands of the older brother, who bought the gun to kill the Revolutionary Party;

In his hands, he bought the guns of the warlord.

He finally said: "It takes money to save the country, and money can raise the army and buy guns. The Beiyang army has its own land, and if there is land, it has a foundation, and it has money to exploit the people. If the revolution continues, money is very important."

In recent years, except for his old friends who have fought side by side, Fu Dongwen has never confessed himself to anyone.

The failure of the Restoration and the death of Dong Fang made him sober step by step. Previously, he was considered a radical. He believed that all means such as assassination, uprising, independence, etc. were necessary, and it was the right way to spend his life in exchange for a new era.

Now, he understands that money and the army are the top priority. He stood too early, nearly thirty-four years old, and he can't come back again and lead soldiers to fight, but he can raise an army on one side. For the Beiyang Army, those revolutionary troops are all miscellaneous. But for Fu Dongwen, it was a weapon for saving the country and the people.

He has invested countless assets in the past ten years. San Ye has money, but the whereabouts of the money is a mystery.

He, Fu Dongwen, had imagined for himself the end of the family and the country.

"You talk about this first time." Shen Xi said softly.

Fu Dongwen held a teacup in his hand and smiled silently.

Sharing the same bed is love. Life and death have the same fate, and the heart is the one who has the same life.

Under the dim light, both of them leaned on fox fur, with their elbows resting on the edge of the coffee table.

She drank tea alive. It's unprecedented.

A pot of tea and a lamp are in pairs. She was in a daze that the relationship between the two was very different from before, and the hearts had never been closer.

"You said, if... there is a way to let me know," she looked out, like seeing the seven or eight long guns outside the wall, "what way?"

"If I die, my father will naturally let the people in this yard go, and Qing Xiang will get out."

"But he doesn't know where I live, does he?"

"Yes," Fu Tongwen added tea for her. "Both big and small newspapers buy the pages and publish obituaries, and you can always see them. Even if you don't read the newspaper, you can talk about it for a long time in the streets and alleys."

This is the way to let her know.

Delivering the news without fail, and keeping her hiding place from being exposed.

Shen Xi was silent, and his heart was blank. Fortunately, there was no such thing as "if if". She came and he was still there.

"Tell me about the outside affairs, and relieve my boredom for the third brother." He turned the topic away with a few twists and turns.

"Are you going to sleep?" She glanced at the clock on the table. "It's too late."

"I've been sick for too long. I lay down my bones on the bed, like I'm in jail," he laughed. "I haven't heard from outside since I came back. It's rare for you to come and talk to me."

Fu Dongwen was eager to obtain useful information, but he was isolated from the world and had no way.

Shen Xi recalled what he had encountered in Shanghai and told him everything in detail:

In August, the country began to unify silver coins, and "Yuan Datou" has become the only legal national currency. At that time, she still had other currencies in her hands. Mr. Zhu persuaded her to exchange for a pile of silver coins, nickel coins and copper coins at the Bank of China and Bank of Communications.

In September, she noticed that a new edition of "Youth" magazine came out, which was very popular. She hadn't bought two consecutive issues, but Duan Menghe gave her one. Duan Menghe told her that the founder is □ □, and the authors of this article are also very famous. Hearing the name of the founder, Shen Xi thought of the gentleman Fu Dongwen mentioned on the cruise ship who jumped into the sea, so he told him about it.

""Youth"?" Fu Tong said the name without much comment.

He has never heard him comment straightforwardly. Unlike the foreign students whom Shen Xi has contacted, he always likes to express himself passionately and expound his pursuit. At that time, both she and Fu Dongwen thought this was a newspaper that would be banned soon. I never thought that a few years later, Lu Xun, Li Dazhao, Hu Shi, etc. all had articles on it, and they became bigger and bigger, becoming the representative publications of the new era.

When Shen Xi came to the end, he stopped and Fu Dongwen focused on her.

Do you want to say? Not to mention that he will know it sooner or later.

"Maybe... it's going to be enthroned," she whispered, "people outside are talking. I saw your father is also trying out official uniforms."

On the way here, people at the train station and the ferry were talking.

In particular, she sat in the first-class seat from Shanghai to Nanjing, where the people are more like the upper class people, and they don't cover up the matter.

This was within Fu Dongwen's expectations.

He is a chained person, and his extra energy makes him feel bored.

Fu Tongwen drank a cup of tea and shook her hand: "If the light is not good, it keeps on, and Qingxiang will have to be long-winded tomorrow."

He was saying that he was going to sleep.

Shen Xi followed him, sat on the soft bed, and remembered how charming he was just now. So before turning off the lamp, she glanced vaguely at his lower body wearing pajamas, fearing that he was still "stalemate". With a quick glance, the light went out.

If it is an ordinary girl, she is a person who can paint the structure of the human body in detail. In the anatomy class in the past, she was the only female student who cut open the male sexual organs and took a closer look. There...the internal and external structure, she knew clearly.

So in actual operation, can that thing really be retractable?

Or is it a patient who can't do it?

Fu Dongwen touched her hand under the quilt, fingers crossed and held her, the two of them put their hands on her lower abdomen. No words.

This is the first time the two have been sleeping together, so... they are really no different from a couple.

***

After the two talked in the middle of the night, she had just dozed in a daze. It was still dark and there was the sound of people walking in the room.

What chaos in the bed net is the breath of each other.

Her temples jumped suddenly, her brain hurts, she was on the road for days, her nerves were tense, and someone listened to the corner of the wall before she fell asleep... She was really not used to it, she was sleepy, and she wanted to talk to him after dawn, or not to leave. People are serving up close in this way.

Faintly, she smelled the scent of Chinese medicine, and without opening her eyes, Fu Tongwen had pulled her body over: "It's a servant."

She said too much the night before, her throat was dry, and she asked softly, "Is it the smell of medicine?"

"It's time to take medicine, San Ye." Xiao Si answered quickly.

Fu Dongwen responded, and instead of lifting the bed net, he lifted her clothes.

Shen Xi twisted his body dimly, and pushed his hand away: "Someone..."

There is a layer of cloth across the bed net.

The surroundings were dark and there was no light, and the two of them dodged one by one under the blanket on the bed and made fun of them for a full half an hour. At first, he was making trouble, and then Shen Xi's pajamas were all stripped clean by him, and he was embarrassed and wrapped in a quilt. She thought about someone standing outside the bed net, making it difficult to say anything, so she bit her lip and kicked his leg. She wrapped up in a zongzi and hid at the end of the bed.

Fu Dongwen was still on the bed, letting her kick herself, leaning on the pillows of the two of them like a rogue, and laughed out loud.

The young man outside the bed tent listened to laughter and looked at the medicine bowl at hand. He was afraid of cold, but it was not easy to remind him. Listening to the noise in the spring night--

Both of them were restraining, breathing, and looking into each other's eyes.

It gradually calmed down, and on her sweaty back, there was the remaining warmth that he had touched. Man shrank at the end of the bed, saw him staring at his feet, and slowly retracted most of his feet back.

He deceived his body after all.

This time, she didn't hide anymore and was forced to the foot of the bed by him. His pajamas brushed over the back of her instep, and for a moment she felt like she was back in Guangzhou. She curled up her toes, stimulated by the friction of the cloth.

"Show me a look," he whispered, and went to uncover the quilt on her.

Just now he made a lot of money, the buttons on his neckline are also scattered, and the red marks on the collarbone are still from her nails——

Her heart was pounding against her chest. What really fettered her was the figure outside the bed tent. This young man was transferred|taught well, and he remained motionless outside the bed tent and said nothing.

He said softly: "The third brother is sick like this, so I missed a glance."

He laughed again: "In case of an accident, I haven't even seen your body. Is Yang Yang willing?"

...

The bed net was suddenly opened, Shen Xi rolled up his sweat-soaked long hair, hurriedly fastened the last button on his pajamas, flipped slippers, blushed, her knees were soft, and she touched it twice. , Just fished out his dress from the master chair.

Without raising his eyes to look at the little servant, he ran out and went to the opposite house to change clothes.

Fu Dongwen, who got off the bed immediately following him, did not rush, put his hands on the side of the bed, and glanced at the curtain with a deep smile.

Xiao Si had never seen him smile like this before, and was startled.

"Where is the medicine?" he asked.

"It's cold, I'm going to heat it," the young man said in a panic, holding up the medicine, "wait for me to call someone to wait for the master to clean up. And wait for...the fourth grandmother." These words are awkward, so that he doesn't even think of it. Proper.

Fu Tongwen nodded and said, "I will wait in the main room from now on. I won't call, don't come in."

The little servant replied respectfully: "Yes, San Ye."

"Also, no matter what you say outside the yard, there will be no grandma in this yard, only Miss Shen."