Chapter 13 Chapter Twelve

When Hu Lancheng saw Zhang Ailing again, he stood in her boudoir, feeling somewhat taboo.In particular, only the lights were on in the room, and the thick curtains were drawn, making it look dark and mysterious.Zhang Ailing opened the curtains with a swipe, and the whole light poured in. Outside the window was the shadow of Shanghai's skyline, and Hu Lancheng was stunned for a while.Today, the lightness and elegance without makeup and powder restore Zhang Ailing's own appearance. Among the clouds and clouds in front of the window, she is wearing royal blue clothes, which is enough to make the room full of light.

Zhang Ailing exclaimed softly: "Ah! The rain stopped! I don't even know when it stopped!" Hu Lancheng understood, because when they talked, there was no time or space. Zhang Ailing was in her own home, and the girl's youthful agility was undoubtedly revealed. She turned around and put away the messy table, and said with a smile: "I didn't clean it up specially, and usually only one good friend would come. Mr. Hu said he wanted to see me." This is the place where you can cook and heal your hunger! It’s really lackluster!” Hu Lancheng feels that the furnishings in the room are simple, but there are bright and bright colors in classical Chinese colors everywhere - bright blue, yellow, emerald and orange... The doors and windows of the building are Western-style, the curtains are flannel, and you can hear the jingling of trams At the same time as the sound, the Shaoxing opera lingers in my ears, as if the prosperity of China and the West are all brought together here.Thinking of this, he said with a smile: "Reading your "Apartment Life Memoirs", I thought I had been there, but it is not what I imagined!"

Zhang Ailing smiled slightly. She felt satisfied after listening to the curiosity in this man's words.Hu Lancheng went on to say: "Experience can't work against you! Experience tells me that a writer's house must have four-wall books!" Zhang Ailing made a horrified expression and said: "Ambush on all sides! If you fall down and kill people, there is nowhere to hide. hide!" Hu Lancheng joked: "I am still proud of being buried in the sea of ​​books. Compared with you, I am a bookworm!" Zhang Ailing was as relaxed physically and mentally as a happy sparrow in the sky, but she said solemnly on her face: "Food is always in short supply, from a catty of rice in seven days to a catty of rice in ten days, the life of bookworms is easy, and they are absolutely not subject to food rationing." influences!"

Hu Lancheng didn't hear the joke inside, and said seriously: "I dare not talk about other things, I can help with food! Now the black market is tight, but I still have a way!" Zhang Ailing just said a witty remark, but Hu Lancheng was so serious, she looked back at him, she liked this man.She dragged the chair in front of the desk to Hu Lancheng, sat on the bed by herself, propped up her hands, shook the embroidered slippers on her feet and said, "I thought that what I said so much yesterday was all the things I should have said in the past few months." It's over!"

Hu Lancheng said in a mischievous tone: "Today I am here to review the past and learn the new!" Now he has also learned Zhang Ailing's mischievousness. In fact, it is his basic nature, but in his heart he thinks that she is more than ten years older than her, and he always feels that he should be more mature and prudent. .But this relaxation brought the distance between the two closer. Even though Zhang Ailing didn't look at him, Hu Lancheng knew she was listening, and he spoke more freely: "I sent you away yesterday, and when I got home, my brain I almost wrote one article after another in the book, and felt that writing was not as good as talking about it, so I made a desperate phone call!" Zhang Ailing liked Hu Lancheng's strong words, which made him extraordinarily vivid.

At this time, Zhang Maoyuan opened the door with the key and saw a pair of men's leather shoes in front of the shoe cabinet. He was very surprised, so he asked his grandmother, "Is there a guest?" The grandmother said, "A Mr. Hu, came two days ago!" Auntie looked at Zhang Maoyuan cautiously, "Aunt Shanghai, she takes things seriously, and she won't tell her face to face if you don't ask first. That's the part of the helper. Zhang Maoyuan glanced at Zhang Ailing's room. There was a crack in the door, and Zhang Ailing's laughter could be heard from inside.For this man surnamed Hu, she felt an inexplicable worry, as evidenced by Zhang Ailing's hearty laughter.After thinking about it, she walked over and knocked on Zhang Ailing's door.

Zhang Ailing introduced the two parties, and Hu Lancheng politely wanted to call "Auntie" after Zhang Ailing, but Zhang Maoyuan quickly stopped her and said, "Don't call me Auntie, you're too afraid to be so, just Miss Zhang!" After saying hello, she resigned. Hu Lancheng sighed and said: "What a concise and neat person!" Zhang Ailing said happily: "It's interesting to listen to her! She is telegraph style, concise and to the point. I used to work in Jardine Matheson and was in charge of telegrams. For a while, I asked her to follow me to contribute, and she said she was used to telegraphing and saving words." , Submissions are billed based on words, she can't take advantage!" Hu Lancheng exaggerated Maoyuan's humor with a smile, and said in a roundabout way that he often felt ashamed in front of people like her.Eileen Chang has never been praised by a person like this. She has been through blows and setbacks along the way, so that she kept her distance from blows or praises.

Later, when talking about ancient poetry, Zhang Ailing took out a piece of paper and wrote down two lines of poems written by her grandfather for Hu Lancheng. Said: "That's great! The fact that Li Hongzhang married his daughter to Zhang Peilun was described and became a good story! I didn't expect that I, a countryman, would have the chance to talk to Li Hongzhang's great-granddaughter! My heart began to rise. Here comes a little vanity!" Zhang Ailing smiled and wrote on the paper casually, thinking while writing, and said: "When people ask about my family, they always ask about my great-grandfather and grandpa. In fact, I like my grandma more! Although my aunt and my father both say that Most of the things were fabricated by the author, but I still think it is my grandmother! The old girl who stayed at home until she was 22 years old was reluctant to marry, and she filled the house with a defeated general who was more than 20 years older than her. No complaints. It is only because she understands his heart! She wrote this poem, which touched Zhang Peilun!" She handed over the paper, and Hu Lancheng read: "Keelongnan looks at tears, and hears Yuan Rongpi The horse returns! How can a war be taken lightly, and the four sides will lose the sky from now on! Weeping and making speeches move the sages, and the elders and children bow to the proud princes. Discuss the materials and prime ministers in the cage, kill thieves and scholars on paper. The Xuan room might as well leave Jia Xi, If you cross the stage, please die forever! The crown is lonely and the rhinoceros canal is exhausted, and the merits and crimes will be judged by history."

Politics made Hu Lancheng feel more deeply about poetry. He was silent for a long time, and the stagnant mood since he was imprisoned almost collapsed at this moment.Zhang Ailing cut off Hu Lancheng's emotions with a cold word: "My father said that my grandmother didn't have such poetic talent. This is what Zeng Pu's pen borrowed from my grandmother's mouth!" Zhang Ailing wrote a few more words casually: "These four sentences should be my grandmother's own! I don't know if my grandpa has snatched them to polish the pen! It doesn't matter! Just thinking about that scene is enough to make people jealous. !” She seemed to be peeping into the boudoir fun of a pair of old people, and she really meant mischievous jealousy when she said it.Her world is neither true nor false. For her, the love and joy of beauty exist in everything.

Hu Lancheng pointed out Zhang Ailing's longing for leisure time in the boudoir: "Yes! Winning poems is more fun than thrush!" In an instant, both of them fell into the static word.Zhang Ailing quietly wrote down the poem, and Hu Lancheng read it quietly: "Forty Ming Dynasty has passed, and it is still lingering in the world; the twilight is lost, and the old family voice is loud." Zhang Ailing listened to Hu Lancheng reading the poem, and the loud old family voice seemed to be The colorful sunset outside the window is the eternal background of the noble blood in her own life.Hu Lancheng looked at Zhang Ailing and said, "The grand sound of the old house is still in your room!"

Zhang Ailing's heart trembled slightly, she had been used to thinking alone for a long time, no one would answer her in her world, but Hu Lancheng came in just like this. It was the first time Zhang Ailing received a letter from Hu Lancheng, and she took out a few of the free and easy brush characters, and wrote in it: "Mr. Ailing's elegant lesson: Climb the height and feel inferior, and travel far away. I came back from you yesterday, and I sang in my heart. This horoscope. Shanghai's cloud shadows and sky light, the infinite beauty of the world, all flow through your window. The pink and white walls are a scripture pavilion without a word, and eighteen martial arts are no match for your slender hands. Recall that Su Shi wrote in the dark cloud of the sky: Long hanging jade chopsticks and remnants of make-up face, willing to show your fingertips for the gold hairpin, when the worries of thousands of bushes will be exhausted, it is even more difficult to add a true attitude. In front of you, I have nothing to challenge, and there is only this truth Zi Jue..." There was no address on the envelope, so it was obviously not from the postman, and she didn't know whether Hu Lancheng delivered it himself or sent someone to send it.Zhang Ailing smiled while reading. It happened that my aunt came in to look for an English dictionary. Seeing her smiling like that, she casually asked whose letter it was, and Zhang Ailing told it was Hu Lancheng.She said disapprovingly: "What can't be finished in two days, and I have to make up a report?" Zhang Ailing said with a smile: "He wrote a letter in a new poetic style. I haven't seen it yet!" Auntie Breathing between her teeth, she said, "When I read a new poem, I get a toothache! Amorous Dongyang! My love, let me bloom on your dead heart!" , closing the door, Eileen Chang giggled alone. There was a mess of manuscript paper on her desk, and she was rushing to finish the manuscript, but she cleared the desk to clear a space that was narrow enough to accommodate a stack of letter paper. She was willing to reply to Hu Lancheng first. The chuckle at the time of the letter is the same thought.To laugh is to see the dullness in the letter, and to cherish it is because one knows that only when one is sincere can one not hide the dullness. In the evening, Hu Lancheng saw Zhang Ailing's unique small slanted handwriting for the first time, and there was no address on the envelope either.After reading the letter, he thought that it might be from Zhang Ailing, so he quickly chased it out, but there was no one outside the door.He was both happy and anxious, and ran to the entrance of the alley again, but there was no such tall figure. Thinking about it, he thought she would not deliver the letter in person. At this time, Zhang Ailing was not far away. She had her arms in the sleeves of her coat and a scarf around her neck.In the dry and cold early spring, a street is crowded with stalls and bicycles. She likes this kind of popularity, and she rubs shoulders with everyone. It was getting dark, and the stalls were all lit up. Some were selling food, and some were selling embroidered shoes. Zhang Ailing was very interested in picking them up and comparing them to her feet.When it gets dark, hawkers want to close their stalls to grab business and sell them very cheaply. Going a little further, there were fewer stalls and the air was colder, so she continued walking along the red brick wall.The thick dead branches of the phoenix tree on the side of the road propped up to the sky, and spring did not come.She thought that in this city, there are two people who have endless conversations, but it is difficult to see each other every day, so they can only write letters, but they don't rely on the postman to deliver them. What is that, what's going on?She thought that he was reading her letter now, walking this journey, the feeling was very different. As we walked, the sky gradually darkened, and the road became desolate. In the distance, a child huddled in the corner, with two small baskets, and a small charcoal stove beside him, with a frying pan on it, selling roasted mincemeat.He was far away from the bustle in front of him, maybe the bully drove him out, but his stall was lonely.His voice still has a little childish voice, an accent from Anhui Province, and his hawking is still not smooth, and his voice is a little hard to pull out: "Nuo Lai Nuo! Xiang Lai Xiang!" Zhang Ailing stopped in front of the small stall, and the child's eyes lit up and she hurriedly said: "Madam bought roasted mincemeat! Nuo to Nuo! Fragrant to fragrant!" The round roasted minceme made Zhang Ailing understand, she thought of the afternoon in Hu Lan Cheng's fingertips are still hurting from peeling all kinds of fruits at home. It was only two days ago, but it feels like it happened a long time ago.She stopped to take out the money and asked, "Is it hot?" The child said enthusiastically, "It's hot! It's hot! It's sticky and fragrant!" Putting it in, his cotton robe was covered with white cotton wool, and his face and hands were purple and black from the cold.Zhang Ailing faintly sympathized with him, and asked: "Is it bitter?" The child hurriedly said: "It's really sweet! It's waxy and fragrant!" It's not bitter, but the child actually answered her that it was sweet. Zhang Ailing carried the roasted mince in her mouth, and walked slowly with her thoughts on her mind, when she heard the child's voice seemed to be a little stronger.She turned her head and saw the child squatting on the ground guarding the frying pan, full of flames, like an orange dream, flickering. One night, Hu Lancheng read the letter over and over again, and his thoughts reverberated for a while. He couldn't control himself, so he jumped to get a pen and ink, spread out a piece of paper and wrote a few words: "Because I understand, I am merciful." Early the next morning, he came to the stairwell of Zhang Ailing's apartment and sat down to wait. The newspaper in his hand could not be read, and it became a prop to cover up his emotions.Grandma came out with a shopping basket and was taken aback by him. She was about to say, "Miss Zhang, she..." Hu Lancheng interrupted, "I know she gets up late! Don't call her, I'm here Read the newspaper here! You are busy! It’s okay, I’ll wait here!” He was calm and obviously knew how to deal with Grandma, but Grandma was uneasy and didn’t know what to do, so she had to go downstairs to buy groceries. Turning back to take out the key again, in Shanghai dialect: "Nong, let's go to the living room and wait!" Hu Lancheng shook his head very calmly and said: "No! Miss Zhang is resting, waiting for the same thing here! Aunt, go shopping for vegetables! Don't call me!" Aunt gave him a strange look, shook her head and went down the stairs, thinking The man was well dressed and strange. A newspaper was turned over, dropped, and read several times. Guessing that Zhang Ailing had gotten up, Hu Lancheng got up and knocked on the door.Zhang Ailing was neither surprised nor pleased when she saw him, so she asked her to make tea in the living room.When putting out the tea leaves, she hesitated, afraid of too much and too little, frowning and considering.She secretly glanced at the room, wanting to see what Hu Lancheng was doing. Hu Lancheng stood with his back facing the window and looked at the sky outside the window. He seldom went to tall buildings, and every time he came, he would be attracted by the unpredictable cloud shadows in the sky.Zhang Ailing carefully placed the tea on the table, and Hu Lancheng asked, "Do you often sit here alone and stare at the sky?" Zhang Ailing got serious, and replied: "It means that I can't write anything. It's better than a farmer looking at the sky without hope, and the sky will not drop words! It can't solve my urgent need!" He smiled mischievously, surprised that Zhang Ailing did this not romantic. Hu Lancheng asked about the photo in the magazine looking into the distance, what was she looking at at that time, her eyes were very good.Zhang Ailing smiled: "It's just looking at the flowers in the fog, just take off the glasses!" She said and took off the glasses, and Hu Lancheng couldn't help laughing.He found that Zhang Ailing didn't wear glasses, her face was more pure and beautiful, and seeing the manuscript papers spread out in a mess on her desk, he said decisively: "It's time to go! I know I'm bothering you!" Zhang Ailing told the truth: "I am willing to talk to you, but I am really under pressure to return the manuscript. The serialization is indispensable!" Hu Lancheng nodded and said: "I understand! I just want to give you these words! He handed the rice paper he wrote last night to Zhang Ailing, and she unwrapped it to see that the eight characters "Because I understand, I am compassionate" were elegantly placed on the snow-white rice paper. Hu Lancheng said: "I don't dare to accept the eight characters you gave me, so I must write them back to you!" Zhang Ailing said: "It was you who said the word humility, and you hit my heart a little bit. No one has ever said that!" Hu Lancheng suddenly got a little emotional and said: "Just because you are a little bit in my way, so you bear to read my letter, and you are still willing to see me if I am too annoying, and you will make tea when you see it. With a table full of manuscripts, I still can’t bear to drive people away! So I say that you are the one who understands, and you are the one who is merciful! I’m just a fool!” Zhang Ailing was stunned, wondering why he was messing around with her?As Hu Lancheng spoke, he felt that he should never get up, so he got up suddenly and said, "Let's go." Zhang Ailing said calmly: "There is still time for a cup of tea!" Hu Lancheng said aggrievedly like a child: "How can we have time to talk?" Zhang Ailing looked at him and said, "I'll chase you away after drinking the tea!" Hu Lancheng suddenly turned around and complained: "You can't do this! I finally got up and left!" He gave Zhang Ailing a hot look, all this was a strange feeling to her. Hu Lancheng left, Zhang Ailing closed the door, leaning her back against the door panel, her heart went numb, she went to turn on the radio, she needed some other voices to interrupt her feeling. Hu Lancheng came to see Zhang Ailing frequently. This man spoke so earnestly, but his tone was straightforward and not sticky. Sometimes he even seemed to be joking, but his eyes were serious. Zhang Ailing felt a little dazed towards him.Once while shopping by tram, Zhang Ailing talked about Hu Lancheng to Yanying, and introduced: "His surname is Hu, he is Gu Yuehu! Ancient moon!" Yanying exclaimed in surprise and surprise: "Ah! Ancient moon, so good! It seems that his Everyone emits a kind of hazy light!" Zhang Ailing felt that Yanying's description was very charming, and she felt inexplicably happy when she heard it: "Hmm! It looks like it!" Yan Ying asked dissatisfiedly: "Zhang Ai! There are so many good names in China, why did you name me Yan Ying? Every time I see a parrot in a tropical forest, I think of myself!" Zhang Ailing said in surprise: "Didn't you inform everyone to change it to Mody?" Yanying said annoyedly: "I don't like Modai anymore! Tell me, what do Shanghainese people call the bag that contains rice and flour?" Zhang Ailing laughed as soon as she read it in Shanghai dialect, and her name became "sack". Yanying was worrying about her name, and suddenly she raised her head and stared at a tall man who was standing behind her and said, "Sir, remember, next time you eat garlic and ride the tram, you need to wear a mask! The air is very bad for the people down there." Ah!" The man blushed in a daze, at a loss, Zhang Ailing looked down at her toes, wanted to laugh but didn't dare. After shopping for a while, they decided to go to the movies temporarily.Zhang Ailing did this deliberately to avoid possible visits by Hu Lancheng.She seemed to be concentrating on the movie, but she also seemed to be wondering if Hu Lancheng was here this afternoon?Disappointed on an empty trip?Yanying next to her is short, and she has to lean forward on the back of the chair in the front row to avoid people's heads and see the subtitles.When others sway left and right, she also has to sway left and right.Yan Ying always protested: "Oh! Please! Which side do you want to lean on?" Eileen Chang knew very well that Yan Ying was in the story of the movie, but she was not completely there. It was dark after watching the movie.On the road in the dark night, Zhang Ailing and Yan Ying strode forward, and Yan Ying asked as they walked: "Do you think their kiss on the screen is real?" Zhang Ailing said: "You have to put your lips on your lips! Now turn your head away It’s outdated to cover one side!” Yanying yelled in disgust: “I tell you! It’s really like an animal! It’s disgusting! It’s not clean!” Zhang Ailing looked at her strangely, she seemed so sophisticated about such things, Familiar with it, she naturally didn't make a fuss. Yanying added: "I wonder why people all over the world want to watch such a disgusting thing. If the movie doesn't have two scenes like this, the audience must refund the ticket and get their money back, right?" Eileen Chang said: "Actually, Chinese people have never kissed very much. In the past, men would rather use their mouths to sip a woman's little feet! I think it tastes better!" Yan Ying cried out: "How is it possible? If I wear shoes for a whole day, I won't dare to smell my own feet. Wearing rubber shoes on a rainy day is even more terrifying!" Zhang Ailing knew that Yanying was a vacuum without germs in this regard, she said that she didn't understand, and she had to ask questions endlessly, so she smiled and said: "I won't talk to you, I'm going back." Yanying immediately protested because Zhang Ailing agreed to send her home.Eileen Chang complained: "You watched the movie with great interest, you can't count it as being with me! And it's really cold, I feel like I'm going to catch a cold!" Yanying shook her head and said: "No way! The wind is so good, the spirit is better when it blows! It's very good to walk and talk like this, you are the one who said that you are willing to go home later!" Zhang Ailing didn't say anything, she was willing to go back later, but she didn't tell Yanying the reason.After thinking for a while, she said sarcastically: "My aunt always said that I am the most selfish person in the world, but there is another person who can compete with me, and that is Yanying!" That's why we became good friends!" Zhang Ailing thought about it and said: "Yes! But friends must at least have a conscience for each other! Please think about our two families on different sides and on different roads. Now I will accompany you, and I will be the only one on the way back later. The tram is crowded. No, the tricycle is too expensive, I want your boyfriend to take you off against the wind like this! No! Unless you pay half of the fare for me, or I will turn around!" I also agree, but some details still need to be discussed. In the cold wind, the two carefully calculated and moved forward. In the distance, Zhang Ailing saw the faint yellow light in front of her apartment building.She used to open the mailbox first when she came back, and when she opened it, she saw a white note lying inside, saying that person had been here.She escaped outside for a day and felt very tired, so she felt that she had escaped nothing and escaped for nothing.She was twisting the note in her hand, not opening it, she was just prolonging the thrill in her heart.He was here, she was not. She went back to the house and opened the note to read, there were only a few simple words: "The swallow is empty, where is the beauty." She sat in front of the desk in a daze, knowing that if this continued, she would fall into uncontrollable emotions.She is willing to prevent this person from approaching her again while she still has the strength to escape.So she took out a piece of paper and wrote back to Hu Lancheng. Zhang Ailing told Hu Lancheng not to look for her again, but Hu Lancheng was serious and persistent. He disagreed with Zhang Ailing's reason, and after thinking about it, he came to ring Zhang Ailing's doorbell again.Zhang Ailing looked at him with questioning eyes, and he responded in a homely, almost joking tone: "I brought you the newspaper and tofu paste!" Zhang Ailing had just washed her head, her hair was dripping with water, and the hair on her shoulders was dripping. A piece of clothing dripped wet.Hu Lancheng kindly said: "Wipe your hair away!" Zhang Ailing didn't say anything, and slammed the door. Hu Lancheng thought she was angry, but in fact Zhang Ailing unchained the door, and then opened the door again, with an unbearable expression on her face. laugh. Letting Hu Lancheng into the house, Zhang Ailing had to repay the manuscript debt, so she had to really let him go, sitting at the desk and writing the article by herself.Hu Lancheng was sitting on the single sofa against the wall reading a book, burning cigarettes beside him, taking a puff occasionally.But Zhang Ailing can really write. Hu Lancheng sometimes glances at her from the back of the book, and admires her attitude of forgetting herself when she gets in. Zhang Ailing and Hu Lancheng were actually competing for concentration this day, neither of them wanted to break the silence or disturb each other first, but they could only look at each other secretly, and occasionally their eyes accidentally met, and they had to change their positions and cough twice to resolve it Awkward. Zhang Ailing finished writing a paragraph, typed a period, put down the pen, rubbed the blue ink on her fingers, Hu Lancheng handed over the handkerchief and said: "Don't wipe the clothes!" Zhang Ailing took it hesitantly, lowered her head to wipe the ink, and looked at Hu Lancheng. Still in the book, he quietly asked: "Why can't I read a book, do I have to be here?" Hu Lancheng said almost recklessly: "There is a spirit of beauty here, and people sitting here are particularly clear-headed." Zhang Ailing asked with a straight face: "I handed you the note, did you read it? Why do you still come?" Hu Lancheng said: "Because you didn't make a reason. I don't follow orders but only reason! You really don't want me to come?" Zhang Ailing asked bluffingly: "Unless you give me a reason, I would like to treat you as a friend, but friends are not like this! Why do you come here every day?" Hu Lancheng was silent, he should have a reason, but he didn't even think about why, as if it was a matter of course.But how could he not know why he came?He pondered for a while and said: "Because it's been a long time since I met a person who can talk to me! Who sees a lonely person coming and going alone? A lonely shadow." Zhang Ailing does not speak, and silence is her weapon of resistance.Hu Lancheng looked at her and said emotionally: "Besides, I thought I was going back to Nanjing again! Even if I want to climb your building after I leave, I can't be as self-willed as I am now! I have never been so eager to talk to anyone! I am a child who sits on the grass pier for a day and can not play with anyone or say a word! In the past few years, I have always caused trouble because of talking, and I don’t like to talk! You ask me why I came here like this, I actually You can be so stupid that you don’t even have to think about the reason. I just wake up every morning and I want to see you with energy. It’s good to be able to say a few words! Today I feel that it’s okay to not even talk! Good things should be like this. If you are a local, you don’t need people to make up the truth, and you shouldn’t have grievances. If you have grievances in your letter, I want to come even more!” After hearing this, Zhang Ailing could remain indifferent, so she complained: "You make me distressed. I was fine on a sunny day..." Hu Lancheng asked her what troubled her, and Zhang Ailing asked fiercely, shouldn't she be troubled?He actually understood it very well, but he didn't want to drill there. He felt that there were more priceless things here. Hu Lancheng changed the subject and asked suddenly: "During the Pacific War, I just stepped down as the Director of the Rule of Law in Nanjing. Where are you?" Zhang Ailing glanced at him blankly and said, "In Hong Kong." "Five years back, I was writing an editorial for a newspaper at the Azure Bookstore in Hong Kong. Where were you at that time?" "Shanghai." "I was in Shanghai on August 13, where were you?" Zhang Ailing's heart twitched slightly and whispered: "I was locked in a dark room by my father!" The painful memory, thought to be far away, suddenly came back to her eyes, and she had to stay still to hold back the recurrence of the old injury the pain.She answered without a trace. "why?" "Don't let me go to school! I almost died of illness!" Hu Lancheng looked at her, and he sat in front of her and said, "Two months ago, you were sitting in front of this window looking at the moon, and I was sitting in prison writing a suicide note, and I was ready to die! But now, I am here, and you are here!" There are millions of people in Shanghai, and there are 40 million people in China! We are here! I am not in trouble, I just want to sing loudly!" Hu Lancheng said so plainly and quietly, Zhang Ailing looked up at him solemnly, his face looked Dignified and respectful, something in her body is soft, flowing, and ready to go.