Chapter 33 second quarter

In the winter of 1938, Zhang Ailing ran away from home and went from Suzhou Creek to Jing’an Temple. However, in the spring of 1944, the road she took from Jing’an Temple to Meili Garden was a road. dead end. About Hu Lancheng's affair, he has already written it thoroughly in the book.The colorful parts of Zhang Ailing's biography in various later versions are also based on this "This Life--Republic of China Women" as the draft, and there are almost no details beyond it. Zhang Ailing said in a letter to her friend Xia Zhiqing on November 4, 1966: "The part about me in Hu Lancheng's book is strangely entangled, and he is not so old."——Obviously not in favor of.

But later she wrote it herself, and the general context and plot were the same as those of "Women of the Republic of China", and there was not much difference.In comparison, Hu Lancheng is full of compliments, trying to describe her tenderness, kindness, and intelligence; while Zhang Ailing is very strict with herself, focusing on describing her selfishness and indifference in human nature, as well as the emptiness of love.Just like what she said in her letter to Song Qi: "I said that I was very rude when I mentioned it. It's always better to expose this kind of place by yourself."——Too rude.

So I tried hard to find another record about Hu Zhang's love, and I regarded every word as a treasure.However, I found that there were not many people who saw the two of them together at that time, or because of the current situation, they refused to write down when they saw them; letter; only writer Li Li's interview with Hu Lancheng's niece Hu Qingyun is the most precious and rare, and also the most simple and credible. Qingyun said: The first time Zhang Ailing came to Meiliyuan, she went to Hu Lancheng's room on the third floor to talk - the room facing south, and the rest was used as an office for others.

He also said: Zhang Ailing is very tall, not beautiful, she looks a bit taller than my uncle (Hu Lancheng).The clothes are different from other people's homes - exotic clothes.She made her own shoes, half of which are yellow and half of which are black, no one else wears this kind of shoes; ancient clothes made of clothes, wearing cheongsam, short cheongsam, which is different from other people’s; at this time, everyone made Short hair, she prefers to have long hair, which stands out from others; later, the two families got acquainted, and my uncle took me to Changde Road, and took me to recognize the door, so we recognized each other.Be very polite to me, I am older than her, and call her "Miss Zhang", and she calls me "Qingyun" by my name.

It really is a lively Zhang Ailing!Quiet, distant, outlandish, not pretty. ——However, Hu Lancheng was still amazed, but it was not that kind of shocking method, nor was it that kind of erotic method.Aileen's elegance and subtlety surpassed all his previous experience and imagination of female beauty. Later, he repeatedly used the word "soft and beautiful" to describe Eileen Chang, and Eileen Chang in his eyes was indeed different from what we imagined, she was a pure, beautiful, intelligent, gentle and affectionate woman!It's a jade girl!Also Nine Heavens Profound Girl!He got the Wordless Book from her hand.

He compares her to Peach Blossom Girl, Fan Lihua, and Nezha—but in fact, he is Nezha himself, a ruthless amateur.When I was a child, there was a flood in my hometown, and the cattle, sheep and rice were floating in the water. The family dragged their sons and daughters to stand on the roof, weeping sadly, but he just sang and screamed loudly at the flood, so angry that his mother scolded him: " You are human and beast!" Ailing listened quietly, and heard his mother scold him, neither right nor wrong, but she talked about Yanying splashing water in the cannonball and singing. Then he knew that she understood him, defended him, and praised him.He was really grateful, so he told her about his experience in Nanjing, asked her about her monthly income, criticized popular works, and talked about his feelings...

As she listened, she was also gradually surprised, because he was also the kind of person she had never seen before, never even appeared in her imagination, and never described in her pen. This person is this person, and cannot be described. , cannot be evaluated.When he was in front of her, he was real, unique, and distinctive; but when he turned around, she felt at a loss, unfamiliar, and unfamiliar. In her life, she has never had any indescribable people or things, but regarding his words and deeds, she is a bit at a loss for words. Time passed so quickly, the sun was shining brightly when it came, and it was getting dark in a blink of an eye. She stood up and said goodbye.

He sent her off from Meiliyuan to Jing'an Temple Road, taking a shortcut and taking the foreign cemetery.There are many blue and white stone monuments, on which stood a little angel with outspread wings, staring at them with Shibai's eyes.This situation was actually a bit embarrassing, but she was so sensitive that she forgot to be afraid and just listened to him. He talked a lot and was interesting, and his ordinary speech was like giving a speech, which was very provocative.He talked about his childhood and schooling experience, about the difference between Japanese culture and China, about his views on singing, dancing and painting, and about his relationship with... until he sent it downstairs to Eddington. Before he finished speaking, he looked at her, Some reluctantly; she also looked at him with encouraging eyes.

So he said, "I'll come and see you tomorrow." It was a questioning tone, but it was actually an agreement. The moment they looked at each other, something had happened quietly without them knowing. The next day, she really waited for him, put on lipstick and perfume lightly. She usually dresses up when she sees female guests, not just for him—however, when dressing up for him, she feels somewhat different, neither slovenly nor too grand.So I chose sapphire blue silk jacket and trousers, wearing bright yellow-rimmed glasses, a face as translucent as a fresh lychee, and pink lipstick.Like a flower that is just about to bloom, the fragrance is already strong, filling the whole room.

Who will hide alone if you are proud of the world? Is it too late to bloom? Girls of the same age have all become master flirts in college. During the war in Hong Kong, schools were closed, and boys were tired of playing cards in the girls' dormitory all day long, and they refused to leave until midnight.Early the next morning, before the girl got up, the boy came again.The girl next door could only hear Jiao Didi's eagerness to greet and refusal: "No, I don't, no." There was no one else around.Keep pestering until I get out of bed and get dressed.Ailing could hear it clearly from the next door, and she blushed for a while, feeling an inexplicable sense of shame, wishing she could go back to the Confucius seat and read silently.

As for love, she has been fascinated by her ears and eyes, and she has written flowers, but in reality, it is "the rain of apricot blossoms wets her clothes, and the wind of willows blows her face". For some reason, today is a bit unusual. The situation in the dormitory of the University of Hong Kong has suddenly changed. In my heart, even the girl's voice rang in my ears: "No, I don't." It was really shocking. Sitting at the desk and writing, my mind is full, but I can't write; so I read the book again, but I don't know what I read after all.Every time the door rang, she expected it to be him, but was also afraid that it was him, because she always felt unprepared; when he really came, she just remained silent, as if meeting for the first time. He was also more cautious than yesterday, because he was overwhelmed by the furnishings in her room, and felt that the room was full of civilization and freshness, but full of soldiers.She is also a murderous person—not a "kill without mercy", but a murder of Bi Luochun tea, also known as "scaring fragrance". After he left, she still sat there motionless, as if absorbing the air he had left behind.The cigarette butts on the plate were reluctant to be poured, and they were all put in an old envelope. The Chinese moon is always a grizzled old man with a gray beard, while the Westerners' Cupid is a fledgling archer. He was shot by a Western arrow, and the blood splashed on the peach blossom fan. After a long time, it looked like mosquito blood; but she was bound by the ancient red thread, and she was inextricably linked.