The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

The scene of this person is the afterglow of the west sinking, and the fire that dyes the sky.

Shen Xi inexplicably remembered the scene when he appeared in the smokehouse that night.

She was **** with her hands and feet, curled up on the dirty floor, beside the dead man. Behind him is a large shop with wooden boards next to them. Those scrawny smokers are a row of living dead, squeezed into a row without leaving a gap, holding their pipes and heating them on the lights, ascending into the sky one by one, and into the ground one by one. A beggar was picking up a gauze pack of cigarettes, and he crouched halfway and walked past, without giving her one more look.

After the official was called out for a while, Fu Tongwen walked in and saw her.

She still remembered that he walked three steps in front of him, bent his right knee, and looked at her face in a squatting position that was accommodating to her: "Have you beaten?"

This is the first sentence he said to her in his life. Three words, interrogative sentence.

"What?" Fu Dongwen asked again when she saw her look like this.

Shen Xi immediately returned to his soul: "Are you still used to sleeping in that bed in the evening?"

What kind of crappy words are this.

"It's okay." He put the bowl down, his left hand propped on the edge of the ceramic platform, his fingers were placed naturally, and his index and middle fingers were tapping lightly. Shen Xi noticed. He also beats the beat with his feet in the Fu family hall. Want to come...I'm impatient.

Fu Tongwen did not reveal the slightest strangeness, but he had already seen her cramps and saw that she couldn't answer the conversation, and then he said: "I have a few copies of "The Lancet" in my suitcase. Let me show you tomorrow."

"The Lancet?" She was surprised.

How can he collect medical journals? Could it be that he also studied medicine in the past? But it's not like it.

Fu Tongwen saw the question she was ready to ask, and first answered: "They haven't mentioned it to you, my fourth brother is a medical student?"

"It's a half sentence." She remembered.

"Oh?" Fu Dongwen asked in a low voice with a smile, "Why is it half a sentence."

"Because," she explained in a low voice, recalling the scene, "because they were afraid of my sadness, because..."

He read what she didn't say again: "Because of the fake marriage I gave you."

She nodded.

Fu Tongwen raised his left hand and pointed it out the door: "Let's go, let's go upstairs."

This night's nine o'clock appointment ends here.

Shen Xi thought that they would spend a lot of time together under the same roof. Before thinking about it, he left New York the next day. Instead, I left the medical journal that I said the night before, and there was an envelope with a color photo of the streets of Paris.

Except for these, there is no word left.

Shen Xi sat at the breakfast table, shoulder to shoulder with Wanfeng, carefully looking at the photos.

One of them is on the streets of Paris. The houses are next to each other without the slightest gap, like a fire box placed by people, sharing the same long and narrow roof. It's just that the exterior of each house is painted in different colors, white, light coffee, dark coffee, and magenta.

"Look, there is English on their shop sign." Wanfeng pointed to the shop sign on the house.

Sure enough, the English of the hotel was written in capital letters.

Wanfeng, who has never been to France, was excited to see these photos.

Shen Xi looked at these 13 photos over and over for a long time, always wanting to see the difference in them.

"What did San Ye say to you last night?" Wanfeng asked if he took the opportunity.

"No," she confessed, "Nothing."

"Why?" Wanfeng pressed her chin on Shen Xi's little arm, "you have been talking in the kitchen for a while, I want to go down, but I dare not, for fear that you are talking about housework."

If there is family affairs, I can count a few words with my fingers.

Shen Xi couldn't refute, smiled, and wanted to expose this.

"The first time I saw San Ye that year was on the departing boat. He personally came to see me and Gu Yiren."

Did he send it in person?

Shen Xi thought of the day when he left hastily, and wanted to see him was a delusion.

"Well," Wanfeng was muttering to herself, "I don't know when San Ye went to see his old friend, when will he be back?"

See old friends?

Shen Xi found that he could no longer talk, and every sentence of Wanfeng was something she didn't know.

In order to learn more, Shen Xi, who has never played cards, actually fell.

From playing cards to Chinese cards, as long as they have a card game, she goes to watch and chat. Gradually, Gu Yiren talked with her and talked about many things, which she had never heard of.

The Fu family master and the uncle are politicians, the second master is a scholar, and the fourth master practices medicine.

As for San Ye, originally he was doing academic research, because some people cling to the Fu family and donated many stocks of factories and companies. The young masters were not interested in business, so Sanye used the money to collect all the stocks from his brothers at home, and borrowed millions of silver and hundreds of thousands of silver dollars from the official bank account, and set up his own factory. But these were not made by Fu Dongwen himself and had his own people in charge, so these are only businesses that outsiders know about, and shouldn't be known to outsiders, and Gu Yiren naturally can't tell.

San Ye is rich, everyone knows how much money San Ye has? The ghost knows.

"In the 30th year of Guangxu, there were only three masters in Beijing who could lend so much silver from the official silver account." Gu Yiren admired Fu Dongwen's courage and skill, and his admiration was beyond words.

When Shen Xi heard "Thirty Years of Guangxu", his heart was moved.

She put the card in her hand on the table: "I lost again. Okay, you continue, I will go to read."

Later, the books of "The Lancet" were discovered by Chen Linguan, and they were borrowed by him. Shen Xi was reluctant to bear it, but when he thought that Chen Linguan was also doing his studies, he agreed.

He just wrapped the book properly, and before giving it to him, he was still instructed: don’t get it dirty, broken, or lost.

The days are so slow, and the new year is approaching.

The room at the end of the corridor on the second floor was still empty.

From the Christmas Day to the New Year, schools and companies will be closed. In the past three years, because of the influence of those Christian families, Wanfeng’s belief in her has been shaken. At first, she was invited to respond politely, coveting the festivals. This year Wanfeng began to tell her that she might really want to believe in religion. . When Wanfeng said this, she was still worried: "San Ye...should you not be angry?"

Shen Xi didn't understand what she meant.

"You forgot, Sanye kept telling us not to let you get too close to the Christian family?" Wanfeng reminded her.

"I think what he meant by saying this was that they were too enthusiastic about inviting foreign students to affect Shen Xi's studies?" Gu Yiren guessed.

"What else does it affect?" Wanfeng couldn't laugh or cry. "She rarely accompanies us to play a card. She is also a confession of guilt and sin."

Shen Xi was amused: "Let's go, I'm going to clean up the house."

She kept thinking that the window at the end of the corridor hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and wanted to clean it. After all, the window facing Fu Dongwen's room shouldn't be too ugly. So after Wanfeng and Gu Yiren left, she took a basin of clean water and went to work on the second floor.

She didn't bother to add the heat, and the water in the basin was bitterly cold, like a big chunk of ice. This reminded her of the window in the smokehouse, which was always dark and dark and yellow.

In that kind of place, the boss would not want them to wipe the glass.

Through the window, you can see the entrance of the shop across the street. The male clerk with short golden hair is also inside the glass door, hanging ornaments on the palm tree. Today is the 31st, and tomorrow is the new year.

A car drove to the door of the store, and a black-haired man got off.

Shen Xi paused for a second while holding the rag, and then wiped the glass twice, trying to see the man entering the store. Too much like Dr. Tan who has been following Fu Dongwen. After a while, the man pushed the door and it was him.

It must be Fu Dongwen on that car.

Shen Xi threw the rag into the water, took the basin to the bathroom, poured the dirty water, and threw the basin under the sink before he could clean the basin. Close up and take a sigh of relief, this time I can't be as embarrassed as last time. She calmed herself down so she changed her slippers to high-heeled shoes and went to the first floor.

But when the talent walked halfway, he heard a dispute at the door.

Shen Xi ran down and saw Fu Dongwen standing in the hall in a black woolen suit, turning around to look at the door. The dispute was between his servant and a young student. The young man clenched his hands into a fist and wanted to start a fight with Fu Dongwen, but was blocked by the boy, and two middle-aged servants blocked him behind him, trapped alive in the porch by the three of them.

"Chen Linguan?" Shen Xi was surprised.

"I won't tell you yet, Shen Xi," Chen Linguan struggled, pointing to Fu Dongwen, "This person, I want to tell him."

Fu Dongwen took off the black hat with one hand,

Looking at Shen Xi: "Do you know him?"

"I am a Chinese student studying medicine," Shen Xi said in a low voice, "Chen Linguan, I mentioned it to you in my letter."

Fu Dongwen thought that he remembered this person and didn't care about him anymore: "Please leave the person."

He turned his head and went upstairs.

"Fu Tongwen," Chen Linguan yelled, "You don't know me, I know you, and the stocks of my father's coal company have been sent to your house. You and your father, no, it's you! You used it. Means, let my father hand in his resignation! You took all my father’s company stock!"

Fu Dongwen's footsteps didn't stop, and he didn't even fluctuate in his face, passing by Shen Xi.

There was snow outside, and the soles of his leather shoes stepped on the floor, leaving several footprints.

Seeing Fu Tongwen upstairs, the young man pushed Chen Linguan away, his finger almost poked his face: "If you still want to go back to China, be more polite to San Ye!" After speaking, he followed Fu Tongwen's footsteps.

Because Shen Xi said that he knew him, the boy passed by Shen Xi and gave her a cold look.

Shen Xi was stared with no temper, and looked upstairs nervously.

It wasn't until the two middle-aged men dragged Chen Linguan out of the porch one left and right that she recovered and ran out.

Because Fu Tongwen used the word "please", the middle-aged servant didn't move, and pushed Chen Linguan to the street and gave up.

"Chen Linguan, you were too much just now." Shen Xi reprimanded.

"Do you have friendship with the Fu family? Shen Xi, you actually have contact with the Fu family!" Chen Linguan immediately held her arms.

Shen Xi looked around at a loss. The blonde clerk was looking at them at the door of the store across the street.

"Yes, yes," she retorted anxiously, "does it have anything to do with you? What right do you have to scold him at my house?"

"Who are you?" Chen Linguan caught the crux.

Shen Xi was asked.

"The Fu family is either **** or evil, and they belong to the Beiyang army! How many company stocks did that Fu Dongwen demand by relying on family power? Do you know? He forced many industrialists into bankruptcy, do you know? "

Shen Xi heard a buzzing in his ears, and pushed him hard: "You go."

A carriage passed by, and the driver and the lady in the car were looking at the two of them who were arguing.

She didn't know anything about Fu Dongwen's past, except for saving her, except for funding Wanfeng and Gu Yiren, no one said these things to her. So she couldn't defend him, but she was angry at hearing: "Also! Remember, he brought me Lancet. You go to see someone for surgery on weekdays, and the money you give them is also his! "

Chen Linguan was suppressed by her words, his face flushed, his eyes flushed with anxiety. He took out the magazine wrapped in newspaper from his arms and threw it to the ground stubbornly: "Unexpectedly, you are like this!"

The magazine slid out of the newspaper and fell into the muddy snow.

Shen Xi pushed Chen Linguan away, picked up the magazines, and ran back to the apartment without looking back.

"Shen Xi!" Chen Linguan blurted out, calling her.

The servant at the door stopped him outside, and would never give him a half-step further.

Shen Xi held the magazine and ran upstairs from the living room.

When he reached the stairs on the second floor, Fu Dongwen was standing at the end of the corridor, with his right hand in the pocket of his trousers, looking out the window.

He was holding a son-in-law's frame. Like his friends that day, he seemed to be kind to everyone, but in fact, their "peace" was condescending, with the compassion and compassion of the theatergoer. indifferent.

You think you can catch their eyes, maybe you are just a person in the play who allows them to judge and appreciate.

Fu Dongwen heard her footsteps and turned around.

Far away, she couldn't distinguish his joy and anger: "Just now, I'm sorry."

Fu Tongwen seemed to be indifferent: "Why apologize for others?"

If it weren't for her, Chen Linguan wouldn't recognize this apartment, let alone the conflict that has flown today. Shen Xi was holding the magazine, still feeling distressed, and did not dare to let Fu Dongwen see the stained cover. This is a magazine that was properly stored in his suitcase and sent here across the ocean. The turbulence on the sea and the long-distance wind and rain did not cause any damage to them. But just outside the door of the apartment where she lives, it was so easily ruined like this.

Embarrassed on all sides, although there is only one enemy, God, but she feels that at this moment, the whole world is against her. She is the King of Western Chu who was forced to retreat to the water...

Or Yu Ji...not so beautiful.

"Go and change clothes," he said.

Shen Xi followed his words and looked down. It turned out that his clothes had been soiled by the mud in the magazine.

It turned out that he had seen the dirty magazine long ago.

She lowered her head, was weighed heavily on the back of her neck, and said nothing.

Fu Tongwen was not angry about this, he has always had no feelings about foreign objects, let alone just a few magazines.

"You don't need to do your homework today, do you?" he asked.

"Yeah." She heard a response from herself.

"We have been to the New Year."

"Where to go? Is there anything I need to pay special attention to?" Shen Xi looked at him, and became more nervous because he wanted to make up for what was just now. "But I don't have any good clothes, what should I do? Where to go, or the person I want to see Do you matter?"

"Go to a place where no one will notice you and me." He answered her.

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