Chapter 31 Bruno - a boy with black eyes and black hair

The winter sun shone warmly in the living room.The host's secretary brought milk and sugar and asked if I would like some in my coffee.I shook my head, pointed to my cup and said, "I don't think it's bitter enough." I took another sip as I spoke, to refresh myself so that I wouldn't fall asleep on the soft sofa.Last night, in order to catch up with a paper, I almost stayed up all night.On the opposite side, several old friends and new friends are talking freely. At this time, he walked in talking and laughing with his master. "What was my first impression of you that day?" he asked me on our wedding day.

"It's very masculine and cheerful." It was the truth, and he laughed smugly when he heard that. "How was I?" I asked him then.Although what he said just now was not a compliment, I still expect him to praise me a few words. "You were very thin and haggard at the time, like a student." "I'm just a student." "I mean, no TV star in sight." This is also true.When the host introduced me to him and said that I had hosted the popular "Zhengda Variety Show" in mainland China, he hesitated a little and asked me politely: "It's an honor to meet you—but you know Yuan Ming ?"

People around laughed.Someone came up and patted him on the shoulder and said: "Bruno, Ms. Yang Lan has been the host of "Zhengda Variety Show" for four years. Because she came to the United States to study, she was replaced by Yuan Ming. Could it still be a fake? Thanks to you too Do TV." He was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly said sorry: "Every time I go back to China, I have a short time and I am too busy to watch TV. I know Yuan Ming because she has interviewed me." He said and stretched out his hand to me: "Introduce yourself, My name is Wu Zheng, and people in the United States usually call me by my English name—Bruno.”

Bruno?Very few people use this name.I suddenly remembered that there was a high-end men’s clothing store called Bruno on Fifth Avenue in New York. Knowing that the decades-old brand didn’t fit with him, I couldn’t help jokingly say: “Long ago, your store on Fifth Avenue is doing well. .” He immediately understood my joke and laughed happily. That smile and laughter are warm, like sunshine outside the window. After we sat down again, he told me: "Bruno is a French name. When I was in university in France, my professor gave it to me. It means a boy with black eyes and black hair."

It was only then that I noticed that his eyes and hair were indeed very dark and bright. It is said that in order to truly understand a person, one must look into his eyes.Although I don't know facial features, I really believe that "the eyes are the windows to the soul".I hate the chaotic eyes, and I can't understand the flickering eyes; the unfathomable eyes make me scruples, the dull and lifeless eyes make me pitiful, and the posturing eyes make me tired.And when I faced his gaze——I couldn't help but move.Others might not believe me when I said it, but from that moment on, I was full of trust in this strange man.Even I wondered, because I was having a general suspicion of men at that time.

As for how this kind of inexplicable trust developed into a smooth conversation, and how it went from meeting each other lately to a big bunch of red roses appearing at my door one day, I don’t want to go into details here.Love is a miracle.All who have truly loved and been loved find it natural, and those who have not experienced it find it absurd. I believe in the saying: What women need is not a perfect man, but an attractive man. What really attracts me about Wu Zheng is his steadfastness and straightforwardness. His ancestral home is Yixing, Jiangsu, and he is an authentic Jiangnan native, but he was born with a burly physique and an open-minded heart like a northerner, who is easy to fight against injustice.Once, he and I were walking on the streets of New York, and saw a tall and strong black man beating a skinny Pakistani on the corner of the street.There was a circle of people around, everyone shouted "stop beating", but frightened by the momentum of the black man, no one dared to move forward.Wu Zheng pulled me aside and said, "Don't come here," he stepped forward and stood in front of the black man: "Okay, he's already bleeding from your beating, stop now." The black man Yelling and cursing "mind your own business" and want to make a move, Wu Zheng grabbed his hands and shouted loudly: "If you hurt him, won't the police come to trouble you?" Probably because he sensed that Wu Zheng had a lot of strength, and then Hearing the whistle of a police car in the distance, the black man was startled, and finally turned around and left.

I watched with horror, the black man was half a head taller than him, if he pulled out a knife...he said: "Then you can't just watch him beat that little man to death." I almost believe that he was a leader in war in his previous life.Like many boys, he played war games when he was a child, and read war books when he grew up.Now the bookshelves in our home are full of Chinese and foreign military books and war strategies, and biographies of generals.However, I dare say that it is really rare for a scholar like him to practice martial arts in person. One day, he read from the newspaper that Master Shi Yanming, who was born in the Songshan Shaolin Temple in Henan Province, held a martial arts class in Chinatown, New York.Through a friend's introduction, we got to know this mage. He stands like a pine, sits like a bell, walks like the wind, has a dignified appearance, and his eyes are shining brightly.Wu Zheng had practiced Sanda when he was in college, and he had some foundation and sincere words, so the master immediately agreed to accept him as an apprentice.

On the first day of practice, he deliberately got up early, excited like a child.When I returned home at noon, I was already wearing a black exercise shirt with "Shaolin Temple" printed on it, as if I was entering the room.I asked him what he had learned. He said that in the first class, he only practiced basic skills such as squatting and horse stance, but he saw the master's kung fu of breaking stones with his own eyes. . "I'll be your bodyguard when I'm done practicing." He said proudly. In the second week, it was class time again, but he had to be absent because of a business meeting; in the third week, New York couldn’t get a taxi; in the fourth week I was sick; in the fifth week...

He is still practicing squatting. Of course, it would be a big mistake if, based on the above examples, you conclude that he has no perseverance.Among my peers, he is definitely one of the most hardworking and hardworking people.Things at work are never too early to be too late, and not too late, so I, a person who likes to put things off until the last minute, don't admire me.I don't know where he got so much energy, he can work twelve or three hours a day without any loss of efficiency, and I don't know how he can deal with the mountains of faxes, documents, and contracts on the same day without seldom going out. error.I only know that it takes me several hours to write a good English letter, but he can finish it in half an hour, and, I have to admit, his English is more fluent and accurate than mine.

He has a background in finance, but he has a special talent for languages.When he was young, he learned French from his grandfather, who was a famous diplomat.I once asked a French friend behind his back: "How is Bruno's French?" The Frenchman replied: "If I close my eyes, I would definitely believe that he is a real Parisian."I was not convinced, but I was very proud of him in my heart.In the summer of 1995, before I presided over the opening ceremony of the United Nations World Conference on Women in English in the Great Hall of the People, I asked him to correct every line I wrote.As soon as I was so humble, he became energetic and corrected even the speed and accent of my speech, making me look like a primary school student who just learned English in front of him.He said: "You are representing our country, and the audience is full of heads of state, so you can shock those foreigners." As a result, the host that day was well received by all parties. He held me around several times, and did not forget to add: "Strict teachers produce excellent students. Next time we have to practice like this."

However, I still have something better than him.For example, my Mandarin is better than his.He was born in Shanghai, and he can't pronounce the retroflex "er", so he had to omit the sound with "er".But he still wanted to follow the fashion, and said some Beijing movies such as "big names" in the conversation, but others thought he said "big bowl", which made everyone laugh out loud.I couldn't help but feel lighthearted because of this, and lost no time in asking him to "apprentice a teacher to learn art" from me. Some people say that no matter a man or a woman, he (she) needs three people in his life: wife (husband), lover and confidant. When expressing our love to each other for the first time, we wrote the same sentence: "It is enough to have a confidant in life." In the eyes of everyone, I am a very smooth person; I grew up in a harmonious and warm intellectual family, received education in a first-class university in the country, and started a screen career that many people envy before I graduated, and I was the host of The key column was quickly affirmed by audiences across the country, and there was an opportunity to further study in a famous American university.. What else can a person ask of fate? In the eyes of others, I am also a very rational and well-organized person, I am well-measured in doing things, and I am also very thoughtful in thinking about problems. The things I need to do every day are arranged in an orderly manner.. I might even qualify as a "good" girl. (God knows how complicated and specific Chinese people's requirements for a "good" girl are.) She is knowledgeable, respectful, respectful, courteous, gentle and dignified, and never causes trouble.. In short, I am a person with a clear goal, a calm mind, and a lot of rules.However, if I tell you that my blood type is AB, it may make you guess another side of my personality. In my bones, I yearn for a warm and romantic life, for adventure, for breaking free from all fetters, away from the hustle and bustle, and fly in the sky! Although I am a woman, I am most disgusted with the sadness of "the dawn of the willow bank, the wind and the moon", and I am most yearning for the pride of "leading the yellow on the left, holding the blue sky on the right, wearing a brocade hat and sable fur, and riding a thousand horses on Hiraoka".I have been to almost all of the more than 30 provinces in the country. The most unforgettable experience is the experience of galloping down the grassy slopes with Matouqin player Qi Baoligao and others on the grasslands of Inner Mongolia. The sky is so low, it seems that a few clouds can be plucked by reaching out; the grassland is so big, my heart can gallop without scruples.The horse's four hooves were already in the air, and the wind whistled past his ears.How nervous I was at that moment (because I was not yet a good rider, and I was always in danger of being thrown off the horse), how free and happy I was!As for the one day, because of poor riding skills, the waist and legs are sore from being bumped, and it is difficult to sit, these are things for later. Growing up, my parents always taught me what is right and what is wrong; society taught me what is accepted and what is rejected.As a result, my previous life was full of ideas and rules, always hoping to get the approval and appreciation of most people, and almost forgot what I originally wanted. After going through a detour in love, I finally understood myself: being true is more important than being right, especially true to myself, because "right" has never been a fixed standard. So I tried to get out of the pattern in the eyes of others, and tried to liberate myself, so I wrote "Good Boy", which was a real dialogue between me and myself. After writing here, I feel that I am a bit off topic--I am obviously going to write about him, but why did I write about myself? —but he, the black-eyed, black-haired boy, was the first man to read all of this. Like me, he seems to have a smooth career path.Like me, he was considered a man of great reason and purpose.And because he is a businessman, others will add the word "smart".These two words are both praise and derogation, mixed with people's complicated psychology.In people's eyes, he should never suffer. However, when a friend from the past did something wrong to him and the two had to terminate their business cooperation, he signed a breakup agreement with favorable terms and asked the lawyer to shout "Bruno, you Are you crazy?" The friend was so moved that he almost cried on the spot.He sincerely comforted and said: "It's not easy for everyone, and I will help you in the future." He sailed the ocean alone at the age of nineteen, and he lacked the sophistication common to Chinese people.When you encounter angry things, you will lose your temper, and when you meet friends, you will brag all over the world.Sometimes it offends people, sometimes it makes people jealous.He always stands in the bright spot, which makes me worry that the temperament he has cultivated in more than ten years of overseas life is no longer suitable for "China's national conditions".But I can understand him: for a little bit of light and warmth, moths will not hesitate to rush to the flames, let alone humans. The pursuit is the freedom of the soul and the true self. He once asked me to go sailing.It was a white sailboat sailing in the blue waters of the Pacific Ocean.There is no cover or hindrance in front of you, an ocean and sky where you can soar.The hull undulates in the waves, as in a dream.Seabirds flew low past the mast, making a long cry.We simply stopped the motor and let the boat float freely in the slightly chilly spring breeze. He said that he was always like a sailor, sailing from one destination to another, almost without a moment's rest.First for survival, then for greater comfort and security, and later to prove that a boy with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin has the ability to succeed in the blond turf with intelligence and hard work and earn real respect , even admiration. At the age of less than thirty, he has done all of this.and then? "I just realized that these are not what I really want. The most precious thing in life is emotion. It seems invisible and intangible, but it is the most real and reliable in the world. With it, sailing will have The significance, as for which harbor to sail to, is actually not that important.” He said. I am silent in the sea breeze. I have seen many successful men.Although I admire their talents and talents, many people's endless desire for fame, wealth and power makes me somewhat bored.In those desires, they seem so unfree, but they don't know it, and they even feel good. "Then what do you most want to do in your life?" I asked. "Being a teacher, writing books, and traveling," he replied. The sparkle of the Pacific Ocean reflected his bright black eyes, and the fresh sea breeze ruffled his black hair. Isn't he the one I've been waiting for?