Chapter 7 7

Because of my fault, the empty apartment angrily turned away from me. I go from room to room and there is no place for me.I walked outside sullenly. I resolved to let the house and move to Tradden. I was afraid to enter Amri's room for a long time because of my grief.But the lodger was coming, and the room had to be cleaned, so I had to open her locked door. In the room were her pair of Agra ① embroidered slippers, a comb, several bottles of shampoo and body lotion.On the shelves are her textbooks, a little accordion, and a scrapbook filled with photos from her collection.Long towels, blouses, woven sarees hang on hangers.In the small glass cabinet are various toys and empty compacts.

I sat on the bed behind the desk, took out an arithmetic exercise book from her red book bag, and dropped an unopened letter.My address was written on the envelope in Amri's immature handwriting. I heard that when a person drowns, a condensed life flashes before his eyes.I seem to be a drowned person. The moment I took the letter, many past events came one after another. Eminem was just seven years old when her mother died. Inexplicably, I worried that she wouldn't live long either. Because she looked melancholy, and the shadow of a premature farewell suddenly flew from the future, covering her big black eyes.

I was afraid of accidents and went to work every day, not daring to let her leave me. Her aunt, who was on vacation from Banjipur, said anxiously: "My niece's studies are going to be delayed. Who wants to marry an illiterate girl and put her on her head as a burden?" I felt so guilty and said: Tomorrow I will take her to the Bedouin school to enroll. " The next day, he went to school, but the holiday days greatly exceeded the class days.Her father was often involved in plots to reverse the bus that took her to school. In the second year, her aunt came on vacation again, and it was wonderful to see this.Do not steal vigorously.Zilai can't study well, so I have to take her away and send her to the boarding school in Abbeyeres.I will save her from her father's doting no matter what. "

She went with her aunt because I said yes.She left with a tearless resentment. I went out to visit the sanctuary of Patrinata and escaped from my depressed mood.I haven't heard from her for four months, thinking that the teacher's care has dispelled the block in her heart. A stone in my heart landed on the ground, and I was secretly glad that I entrusted her to the "Great God".Back in four months, I went straight to Benares to see Amri.On the way, I received a letter—what more, the Great God has accepted her! Everything was saved. I sat in Amri's room and unfolded the letter paper, and saw it said: I want to see you very much.

Nothing else. ①Agra: The seat of the Taj Mahal in India, famous for its shoe industry. "What are you doing, Suni?" asked the father in surprise. "Why pack your clothes in a suitcase? Where are you going?" The bedroom next to Sunali is on the third floor, and there are two south doors.The bed in front of the window was covered with elegant raccoon sheets, on the desk against the wall opposite was the modern times of the late mother, a string of fragrant flowers hung at the ends of the frame of the picture of the father on the wall, and the pink carpet was piled in disorder. Sarees, shirts, bodice, socks, handkerchiefs...

Beside him, the puppy wagging its tail raised its front paws and reached into the arms of the hostess. It didn't understand why the hostess packed up the clothes, and was afraid that the hostess would leave it alone. The younger sister, Shamida, was sitting with her knees hugged, looking sideways out of the window. She hadn't combed her hair, her eyes were red, obviously she had just cried. Sunarida didn't answer, just lowered her head and straightened her clothes, her hands trembling. "Are you going out?" the father asked again. Sunarida said stiffly, "You said that I can't get married at home. I'll go to Anu's house."

"Ah!" cried Shamida, "Sister, what nonsense are you talking about!" The father showed an angry and helpless look: "His family disagrees with our point of view." "But I will obey their opinions for the rest of my life." The daughter's tone is firm, her expression is solemn, and her determination is unshakable.Put a pin in the envelope. The father was worried: "Anil's father advocates the caste system, will he agree to your marriage?" "You don't know Anil," said the daughter proudly. "He is a young man with a strong mind and a big heart."

Father let out a long sigh, and Shamida took his father's arm and walked away. The bell struck twelve times. Sunarida didn't eat all morning.Samida called once, but she insisted on eating at a friend's house. Suna Lida, who lost her mother's love, is the apple of her father's eye.He also wanted to go into the house to persuade his daughter to eat, but Shamida stopped him and said, "Don't go, Dad, she won't eat if she says she won't eat." Sunalida stuck her head out the window and looked out on the street.Finally, Anil's car arrived.She dressed in a hurry, and a delicate brooch was stuck on her chest.

"Here, the letter from Anil's family." Shamida threw a letter into her sister's arms. After reading the letter, Sunarida sat down on the big wooden box with her face ashen. Anil's letter reads: I thought I was 100% sure to change my father's point of view, but my lips were worn out, and he was still stubborn, so "... One p.m. Sunarida sat blankly with no tears in her eyes. The servant Ramacharita entered the house and whispered, "His family's car is still downstairs." "Tell them to go!" Suna Lida roared. Her dog lay silently at her feet.

When my father learned that things had changed suddenly, he didn't ask carefully.He stroked his daughter's soft hair and said, "Su Ni, let's go to your uncle's house in Hesanbat to relax." Anil's wedding is tomorrow. Anil yelled stubbornly: "No, I'm not getting married." The mother sighed distressedly: "Oh, let him go." "You're crazy!" Father was furious. The house is decorated with lights and festoons, and the sound of spray blows from morning to night. Anil is devastated. Around seven o'clock in the evening, kerosene lamps were lit on the first floor of Sunalida's house, and a stack of newspapers lay on the stained carpet.The housekeeper, Kailas Sargar, was smoking with a hookah in his left hand and fanning his fan with his right hand. He was waiting for the servant to massage his sore thigh.

Anil came suddenly. The butler hurriedly got up and planted Shennong clothes. "During the rush, I forgot to give Xiqian, and I thought of making a special trip." Anil hesitated and said, "I want to take another look at your Miss Sunalida's bedroom." Anil walked slowly into the bedroom, sat on the bed, and held his head in his hands.On the bed, on the door frame, and on the curtains, there is a subtle smell like a faint groan, is it soft hair?Remnants?Or is it a memory treasured in an empty bedroom?unknown. Anil smoked for a while, threw the cigarette butt out the window, took out the wastebasket from under the desk, and held it to his chest.His heart twitched violently.He saw a basket full of torn letter paper.His handwriting was on the light blue letter paper.There was also a fragment of a photograph of two flowers—withered pansies and violets—attached to cardboard with a red ribbon four years ago. ① Anil's nickname. ①Sunarida's nickname. Her name is Carmela. I saw her name in her exercise book. That day she took her younger brother to the academy by tram.I sat on the stool behind her, admiring the shawl of her hair and the softness of her face.She holds textbooks and exercise books on her chest. I didn't get off at the station where I was supposed to get off. Since then, I have made a timetable for going out.This has nothing to do with when I go to work, but with when she goes to school.So meet often. I think, although I don't know her well.But at least they are each other's traveling companions. The light of wisdom radiates from her whole body, her black hair is traced back from her forehead, and her eyes are shining with a simple luster. I complained secretly, why didn't an accident happen, so that I could show my life value in the rescue?For example riots in the street.Or which villain did something wrong.Doesn't this kind of thing happen a lot these days? " My fate is like a pool of muddy water, unable to accommodate epic feats.Ordinary days are like noise-proof education, which can't help cure ferocious sharks and crocodiles, and can't invite graceful swans. One day the tram was particularly crowded. Sitting next to Kahera was a young man who spoke a sentence of Bengali mixed with a sentence of English.I can't wait to take off his hat and grab him by the shoulders and throw him under the car.But I couldn't find an excuse for a while, and my hands were itchy like hell. Then he smoked a heavy cigar. I bravely walked up to him and ordered Jin: "Throw away the cigar!" He pretended not to hear, and continued to puff. I snatched the cigar from his mouth, threw it out the window, and glared at him with fists clenched.Without saying a word, he jumped out of the car in one step. He may know me.I have a small reputation on the football field for being aggressive. The girl's face turned red.She lowered her head and pretended to read a book, her hands were shaking, and she dismissed me as a hero who hates evil. The staff in the same car with a sense of justice all praised: "Sir, you did the right thing!" After a while, the girl got off the car early and took a taxi and left. I did not see her for two consecutive days. On the third day, I saw her go to school in a yellow bag, and I immediately realized that I had done something wrong recklessly. The girl will do her duty herself, without my intervention.I bemoaned to myself the muddy waters of my lot, and the memories of heroic deeds screeched like bullfrogs, mocking me bitterly in my head. I am determined to correct my mistake. Soon, I learned that her family had gone to Darjeeling for the summer. This year, I too was in desperate need of a change of air. Her family's villa is named "Modia", which is located in the dense forest not far from the mountain road.The snow-capped peaks are far away. I didn't know until I got there that her family wasn't coming. When I was about to set off on my way home, I ran into Hanlaar, a fan who admired Qibu.He was tall and thin, with a pair of elegant glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his weak digestive organs found some comfort in the fresh air of Darjeeling.He said to me, "My sister Tenuka wishes to see you." Tenuka is like a shadow, so thin that he can't be thinner, and he has incredible admiration for me, a famous football player.She thought that my agreement to chat with her reflected my special concern for her. Alas, the trick of fate! Two days before I left the mountain, Tenuka said to me implicitly: "I want to give you something—a pot of flowers that will make you miss us all the time." Nonsense!I am bored with silence. "It's a precious plant," says Tenuka, "that has been carefully cultivated to survive on the Gangetic plain." "what name?" "Camellia." My heart trembled, a name similar in pronunciation to Camellia, flashed across my dark heart like lightning.I smiled and murmured to myself: "Camellia, it's not easy to win her heart." I don't know that Tenuka understood what it meant.She suddenly turned bright red twice, and her whole body trembled slightly with excitement. I took this potted flower on the road. On the train, I found it difficult to settle this "traveling companion", so I hid it in the bathroom of the double compartment. This trip ends here. The trivial matters of the next few months will not be repeated. During the festival holiday, the curtain of farce was reopened in the Sautar community.This is a remote mountainous area, I don't want to name the place.The rich guy who changes the air never visits here.Kahela's uncle is a railway engineer, and his family lives in the "Squirrel's Village" under the shade of the Salho tree, from where he can see the green hills in the sky.There are clear springs flowing in the gravel nearby, wild silkworm cocoons formed on the branches of Pallas trees, and naked Zhaotar shepherd boys riding on the backs of buffaloes. There are no hotels here.I pitched a tent by the river.Apart from the potted camellia, I have no other traveling companions. Carmela came with her mother. Before the sun rose, she held a flower umbrella, bathed in the cool morning breeze, and walked in the Salvador forest. The wild flowers kissed her slender feet, but they did not attract her attention.Sometimes she waded through the shallow river and read a book under the tree on the other side. " She ignored me, from which I concluded she recognized me. One day I saw them having a picnic by the creek, and I wanted to go over and say, "Do you need me to do something for you? I can fetch water and firewood. There may be a gentle bear in the nearby woods." I spotted a young man in an English silk shirt, sitting next to Carmela, smoking a Havana with his legs outstretched.Ka Haiyan crushed a rose absently.Beside it lay a monthly English literary magazine. I woke up like a dream. In this quiet valley of Bargh, there is no place for me. I am an intolerable superfluous person.I should leave wisely, however, I can't leave for the time being.I have to stay patiently for a few days, wait for the camellias to bloom, and then send someone to send it over, and then forget about it. I hunt during the day and come back in the evening to water the camellias and watch the changes of the buds. The moment has finally arrived.I yelled to the girl from the Sautar ethnic group who bought firewood for me to come into the tent, and I wanted to lend her hand to deliver camellias wrapped in sala leaves. I was reading a detective story in the tent.waiting. A sweet voice came from outside: "Sir, what do you want me to do?" When I stepped out of the tent, I saw the camellias pinched to her ears, and her dark face was shining with joy. "What do you want me to do?" she asked again. "I just want to take a look at Dai Hua." After that, I set off for Calcutta. The Japanese doll in Miss Mooney's bedroom is named Hana-san, and she wears a pea green Japanese dress with embroidered gold flowers. Her groom is from the British shopping mall. Long feathers. At dusk, the lights came on, and Hana-san was lying on the bed. A Hei Haofu came from nowhere and flew around the room, its shadow spinning around the landlord. Hana-san suddenly said: "Wei, my good brother, take me to the kingdom of clouds. I was born as a puppet, and I am willing to play vacation games in the kingdom of games." Miss Mu Niang couldn't find Hana-san when she entered the room, so she cried out anxiously: "Hana-san, where are you?" The divine bird Bangamo on the banyan tree outside the courtyard said: "Bat brother took him and flew away." "Oh, Brother Shenniao," Mooney begged; "Please take me to bring Hana back." " The divine bird spread its wings and flew overnight with Mooney, arriving in the morning at Mount Rama where the village of Yun Cai is located. Mooney shouted loudly: "Hana-san, where are you? I'll pick you up and play games." Lan Yun stepped forward and said, "What games do people know? People only restrain the utensils they use to play games." "What's your game like?" asked Miss Mooney. Zhuo Dilang, who was roaring with black clouds, floated over with a smile and said, "Look, she is broken into pieces, and she is on vacation in various directions and forms in the colorful colors, the wind and the sun rays." Mooney was extremely anxious: "Brother Shenma, the wedding at home is ready, the groom will be angry if he doesn't see the bride when he enters the door," Shenniao said with a smile: "Simply please make up a fortune to bring the groom, and hold the wedding on Muyun and wait for L." "The only thing left in the world is the game of F crying." Mooney burst into tears, bursting into tears. "Miss Mooney," said the bird, "the night is gone, and tomorrow morning, there will be games on the frangipani petals washed by the rain, but none of you will see them."