Chapter 51 first quarter

Through the window of the legend, my soul watched the woman from the Qing Dynasty wipe dominoes under the lamp at night, or start a class? Yu Jiayin in "No Love" is also able to start classes. When Xia Zongyu came to see her in her shabby room for the third time, he met her playing cards and his hands were itchy for a while, so he also tried it.Shuffle the cards three times and turn over the cards, but it is "up, up, middle, down, down: Mo Huanxi, always empty, happy, happy, groping in the dark; water and moon mirror flowers, castles in the air." Is this Ai Ling asking for Jia Yin's divination, or is Jia Yin telling Ai Ling's fortune?

I floated to the balcony again and saw Aileen, with her ankles bare, standing in the twilight, grating her head, her shoulder-hanging long hair falling down in strands, draped over her arms, like rain at night, which made my heart ache. ——For whom are these thousands of troubles lost?Current situation?love?cause? There are many car horns screaming in a hurry from far and near; the sky that is gradually darkening spreads out like a hazy lake in all directions.A wisp of white cooking smoke came out of a window hole on the bottom floor of a house across the street, ascending very hesitantly, as if not knowing where the sky was.

The dew has fallen, and the hair looks wet and shiny in the night light.Aileen turned and went back to the room, and I followed. Zhang Ailing, who returned to Shanghai, felt a kind of sadness of being reincarnated as a human being, and she seemed to have left her soul in Wenzhou, and quickly withered away like a dehydrated flower.The condemnation of "traitors" and "literary monsters" in the newspapers continued one after another. On March 30, 1946, Shanghai's "Shanghai School" weekly published the news about "Zhang Ailing as a Jeep Girl". ——In all of this, she was just silent.She was powerless to refute.

An umbrella was spread open on the balcony, and she had forgotten to put it away to dry there. Every time she saw it, she felt heartbroken. Thinking of the time when she left Wenzhou by boat with an umbrella in the rain, she couldn't help but stare at her. Don't turn your face away with tears in your eyes and can't bear to watch it again-but you forget to accept it again and again. In the past, when she fell in love with him, her heart was full of him, and she still had waiting, hesitation, sadness, hesitation, worry, pity... her heart was so full that she was almost overwhelmed; but now she decided to let him go. Empty, yet heavier than ever.

It turned out that loving him, thinking of him, thinking of him and worrying about him has become a part of her life, coexisting with her breath.Wouldn't it be as sad to ask her to let go of it all as to suffocate her? Spring flowed slowly outside the window, and summer flowed slowly outside the window, she didn't even care. Youth flows by the desk, and life flows by the desk. She sits at the desk, but she can't write. At this moment, Huang Yifan came back to China for the third time. It was another rainy day, and Aileen and her aunt went to the pier to pick up the boat, watching her mother trembling down the gangway, as if she was walking down from a dark cloud, wearing black clothes and sunglasses, her whole body was covered by a kind of black cloud Shrouded, thinner and haggard than her daughter.

Zhang Maoyuan went up to meet him first, held Yi Fan's arm, and said pitifully, "It's so miserable! You're so skinny!" Ailing stood aside silently, but her eye circles were reddened layer by layer.Then, she walked over and hugged her mother, both weeping silently—they both lost the man they loved. Huang Yifan brought back seventeen pieces of luggage, most of which were leather goods.She went to Singapore with her American boyfriend Wigstorf, originally to do fur business, but unfortunately Vig died in the gunfire. My sister's social secretary. Yifan and his party said, and his party cried.Aileen listened, her heart trembled -- after all, it was better than nothing that the person she loved was still alive.Suddenly she forgave him.Maybe, she never blamed him, just been waiting for a reason to forgive.

She went to Wenzhou, and finally realized that it was impossible for a person like herself to accompany him in exile—too conspicuous.She is always so nonchalant, doing her own way, completely ignorant of precautions; and he is always unwilling to show fear, and when he is with her, he will inevitably talk loudly.Even when they were in the hotel, they talked behind closed doors, and the sound spread, causing inquiries from the next door—the two of them were together, and it was too difficult to disappear.Even without Fan Xiumei, he still wouldn't take her to run with him; even without Fan Xiumei, he would still meet other women.

She resigned herself to her fate again. How did it come about? ——One day, with a bang, one of the poles supporting the sky collapsed, and the sky collapsed, and the earth sank, and no one could bear anyone, and no one could cover anyone.The sky will no longer "cover" the ground, and the ground will no longer "top" the sky. Everything is in chaos, the fire is surging, the people are in dire straits, the sky is broken, the ground is broken, and it hurts so much that they are wiped out, and people are devastated.Nuwa couldn't stand it anymore, so she smelted five-color stones in the raging fire, filling the sky piece by piece.After mending it, one more stone came out, and it was thrown away casually—there was one more piece in the world.

Now Zhang Ailing's sky is also collapsed, dark, tumbling, painful, and burning, but who will help her mend it?She lowered her head and looked at the empty hole in her chest, which was still bleeding, but no one paid any attention to it. Only she held the needle in one hand and threaded the thread in the other, and stitched up the thousands of holes one by one—so what if it was repaired? It is a "broken" heart. The wound is still hurting, but he is already thinking about him again.On the road, she heard the Beijing opera broadcast by the store, and Xu Sheng's Zhongzhou accent was very similar to his, and she immediately burst into tears.Sitting at the table eating, thinking that he is now living in a shelter, the food is like eating paper in his mouth, and he can't swallow it.

Seeing it in her heart, Zhang Maoyuan couldn't help but feel distressed, and said coldly: "No man deserves this." She herself was also in love with her cousin back then, knowing that there would be no results, she helped him and spent all her money on him. money.But it still hurts to see the same fate befalling Aileen now. Zhang Ailing finally realized the reunion in the shadow of the oil lamp she expected, but the feeling was not like that at all.But she didn't hate, she still wrote long letters one after another: "You have no money to use, I will save everything to help you tide over the difficulties. Now that I know your living conditions over there, I also have a Don’t worry about me.” He asked someone to bring foreign cigarettes and fashionable safety razor blades.

Hu Lancheng wrote in the book that he smoked cigarettes, but he was reluctant to use the blades all the time, and they were tightly wrapped-the cuts continued, and the management was still chaotic.