Chapter 7 Beautiful style

In July, the maple leaves in the eastern United States have just turned a light red, and the small town hidden among thousands of trees is beautiful, and it is preparing to welcome the most individual season of the year. The scenery of mountains and lakes is a little more dignified, and a little less lively.The spring water flowing from the mountain stream gurgled down, forming layers of waterfalls between the ups and downs of the rocks.The flowing water is like a harp, the big strings are noisy, and the small strings are sharp, like poetry and dreams, clear and dusty, plucking the endless rhythm of nature.

Cornell University, surrounded by mangroves and clear water, is the most moving C string on this piano. There are 10,000 residents in Yisejia Town, and 6,000 students in Kang School. On July 7, Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng, two magpies crossed the Tianhe River to the west, and both flew to this idyllic university town. The Cornell University campus is sandwiched between two canyons, surrounded by mountains on three sides and sparkling Cayuga Lake on one side.The buildings on the campus are mostly two colors of milk yellow and tile gray, and the streets are also tile gray. Daishan, clear water, and church steeples form a very harmonious picture.

As soon as they put down their bags, they were busy with the admission procedures. The summer school started today, and they were already a day late.Signing up, paying fees, and selecting courses, the two are so busy that they circle around.Huiyin took outdoor sketching and advanced algebra courses, and Sicheng took trigonometry, watercolor still life and outdoor sketching courses. The two-month summer school life will be happy and intense, and they will take preparatory classes here to adjust themselves to the new environment. Sicheng's friend from Tsinghua University and classmate Chen Zhi also came with him.

Every morning, they followed the singing of birds, carried their painting tools, and went to the wild to feel the colors.There are few concepts of walls, and the Western-style teaching that pays great attention to the creativity of students makes them feel like a fish in water. What makes Lin Huiyin even more happy is the scenery here.The beauty constructed by this mountain, this tree, and this spring water has the artistic conception of Chinese landscape painting, and it is dyed with humanistic, subjective, and emotional colors, which makes her arouse infinite nostalgia. This beauty fascinates them.Let them melt into the deep and quiet together with this scenery, and they will have fresh harvest every day.

What attracts them most is the alumni association of the Kang School.The alumni association is a cream-yellow building, and in the hall are hung oil portraits, which are the portraits of the previous principals since the establishment of the Kang school. On the long maroon table, there are every graduates who have graduated from Kang University. The roster records their academic and social achievements, as well as their donations to their alma mater, and the tables and chairs donated by graduates and current students are all engraved with their names. At the alumni association, they made many new friends.Everyone talked about ideals, discussed the meaning of life, sang songs, held masquerade parties, and lived a very fulfilling and happy life.

Two months later, they will enter the Department of Architecture of the University of Pennsylvania according to the arrangement before going abroad.Every day here, they must cherish it even more. However, the joy, tension and fresh life did not dispel the shadows in their hearts. Lin Huiyin, who stood out because of Tagore's visit to China, did not change Mrs. Li's impression of her.Mrs. Li was already dissatisfied with this marriage, and from then on she became more and more violently opposed. During the period after his arrival, Liang Sicheng often received letters from his sister Sishun, in which he blamed Lin Huiyin, especially the latest one, which talked about his mother's aggravation of illness, saying that it was impossible for her mother to accept Lin Huiyin until she died.

Huiyin was very sad when he knew about it, and Sicheng was in a dilemma, and he didn't know how to comfort Huiyin. Lin Huiyin couldn't bear all kinds of criticisms from Liang's mother and daughter, let alone other people's interference with her personality and spiritual independence.So she told Liang Sicheng that she would no longer go to Pennsylvania with him after the summer school, and she insisted on staying at Cornell University. She needed the lakes and mountains here to heal her spiritual wounds. Liang Sicheng also fell into extreme pain.He lost weight quickly and was often in a trance.He wrote to his sister and said: I feel that I will be punished as much as I feel that I have done something wrong, and I will not turn around until I am done.This is the only truth in the universe, and Buddhism says "karma" and "retribution" are this truth.

At this time, Xu Zhimo, who was far away in Beijing, suddenly received a letter from Lin Huiyin. It was a short memo, saying that she was looking forward to receiving his letter.She didn't ask for anything else, but just asked him to report that he was safe. The flame that had cooled in Xu Zhimo's heart was rekindled by that short note.He felt that writing the letter was too slow, so he hurried to the post office and sent an urgent telegram to Lin Huiyin. Returning to Shihu Hutong from the post office, his face was glowing with excitement.The red-nosed old Jian took him to drink, and when he was half drunk, he suddenly remembered something, put down his glass, and ran to the post office again.When he handed over the prepared telegram to the old man in the business office, the old man looked at it and smiled: "Didn't you take such a telegram just now?"

Xu Zhimo smiled apologetically.He remembered that the telegram had indeed been sent just now. When Xu Zhimo returned to his apartment, he couldn't restrain his excitement anymore. He wanted to write a letter to Lin Huiyin immediately. He spread out the pen and paper, but the letter was not finished, but a poem fell on the paper full of clouds and clouds. Ah, as expected, today will not be fulfilled, Her "I beg you" is pitiful enough! "I beg you," she wrote, "my friend, Give me a quick call, just say you're safe, It also makes me feel more at ease. "Stop her heart!

It's me who she can't forget--I Though her pride never yielded; It hurts me so much, the past few years are called pain Take me, grind like flour! Hurry up and send electricity, idiot, it’s too obvious—— It may be inconvenient, but it's worth taking a little Color, show her that I have not changed, What the heck, the fire is even hotter than before! I'm already leaning against the window of the power station, Trembling handwriting to trembling love telegrams, Pass it to the gentleman who received the call and ask this How much should it be, but he looked at the telegram,

He looked at me again and said hesitantly, "Mr. You didn't call again, did you?Just half an hour ago, A young gentleman also came to generate electricity, The address, the name, all the same, And that telegram, I remember right, I think, It's the same... sir, you know, anyway The meaning is similar, but the signature is different! "— "Oh! Really? Oh, no, I'm so dizzy! Sent and resent; take it back!Excuse me, sir. "— After writing the last line, Xu Zhimo couldn't help himself, and he burst into tears.The next morning, the red-nosed old Jian pushed open the door of his room and found him undressed and drunk by the desk. When this poem was sent to Qi Sejia, Lin Huiyin was already lying on a hospital bed.She had a high fever for several days, and when the fever was severe, she often had hallucinations.For a while, she felt that she was lying in a gloomy valley, surrounded by no flowers, no grass, no running water, only the night like a monster, with its bloody mouth open on top of her head.After a while, she felt as if she was lying on the waves of the sea, the sea was a vast expanse of blue, fishes were swimming in the sky, birds were flying under the surface of the water, and the waves shook her body more and more violently until it made her dizzy.She dared not open her eyes, feeling that the sun was very close to her eyes. When she opened her eyes, the morning sun was like fresh milk on the window drapes. There is a bouquet of bright colors on the head of the bed. It is a bouquet of flowers picked from the mountains, and the petals are still shining with clear dew. A hand was gently placed on her forehead, and she heard Liang Sicheng's relieved voice: "The fever has finally subsided a little, thank God." Lin Huiyin turned her head to Liang Sicheng, she saw his tired smile, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was ashen. After eating something, she felt a little better.Liang Sicheng helped her to sit on the bed, took out a telegram from his pocket, and sent her the telegram: Mother is critically ill, return quickly. In 1922, Sicheng's mother underwent cancer resection in Manila. At that time, her brother-in-law Zhou Xizhe was the consul general of the Philippine embassy.Lin Huiyin knew that Liang Sicheng's mother was in an advanced stage of illness, so she asked anxiously, "When are you going to leave?" Liang Sicheng shook his head: "I've already sent a telegram home, and I won't go back." Liang Sicheng picks a bouquet of dewy flowers every morning, rides a motorcycle, and arrives at the hospital on time. A bouquet of flowers every day made her see the ever-changing colors of life.For many days, her whole heart was soaked in this indelible color. When they finished the summer course at Cornell University and were preparing to go to the University of Pennsylvania together, the maple leaves all over the mountains were sparkling with passion...