Chapter 43 No one should promise to give anyone a rose garden

one When I was on vacation in Amsterdam that year, I knew she was very unhappy when I received a letter from her. "...very unhappy..." She said she didn't expect winter vacation to be like this.The whole of Oxford was suddenly very quiet.Her husband rented a small room in London and spent every day in the library of the British Museum looking through ancient Egyptian materials.She guarded the little brick house and the garden vegetable garden in the backyard by herself in Oxford. "It was very cold," she wrote. "The fruit trees in the garden were all skeletons. The apple tree looked like Jesus hanging on the cross: naked, bony, without semen or blood." Snow accidentally ran to see his wife behind his back.Snow is afraid of the cold, she said.He dared not take off his coat even though the stove was burning red. "...happiness was but the occasional episode In a general drama of pain..." she said.It wasn't really what she thought of; it was Thomas Hardy who said it.And she wrote: "Do you remember what you said to me that afternoon in the café at Cheringcross station?"  …

"No one was wrong. No one was wrong from start to finish." "why?" "When two people haven't lived together, they must believe that they will be happy if they live together. After they live together, they must believe that if they don't live together, they will be happy forever as they did when they didn't live together. " "Is it really that simple?" "Is it really that complicated?" "It depends on what you think and how you say it." "It's not easy if you don't want to. If you don't say it, it's okay."

She wasn't as unhappy then as she is now.Husband is an accomplished anthropologist; over fifty.The couple had long stopped sleeping in the same bedroom.Her Snow was six or seven years younger than her.Actually it wasn't hers; it was someone else's Snow.Occasionally deceive yourself that it is your own.She said at the time that she was quite content. "...Its a bliss, I call it..." Her hair was shiny and soft and long.Her lips always want to kiss people.Her arms always want to hug someone.She is a very happy very happy woman.That was her in the café at Cheringcross station that afternoon. "Do you remember?" she wrote. "At that time you persuaded me to read Hardy novels. I read five Hardy novels in one sitting last summer. But now I read Evelyn Wao's Brideshead Revisited...I think I need religion. I need a no semen Naked man without blood holding me." She wrote: "Wao is the most unbearable writer....there was no solitude and there was solitude everywhere"...she wrote.

two Evelyn Wao's "Background After the Storm" was adapted into a TV series in the UK and was recently released in Hong Kong. "After the Storm in the Homeland" was translated by Hong Kong TV station; Lin Yiliang translated it into "Xingrenling Revisited Story", which is indeed closer to Waou's purpose.After all, Wao is "the most unbearable writer"; the word "Gu" in "Guyuan" seems to be involuntary; it is too sentimental to use "after the storm"! Waor is not sentimental.In the novel, Charles and Julia encountered a big storm on the cruise ship, and Charles carried his wife to Julia's room:

"...In an instant, her lips were close to my ear, and her breath was warm in the sea breeze; I didn't say anything, but Julia said, "Okay, right now. The boat stabilized and sailed into a short section of relatively calm sea. Julia led me down the cabin. There is no interest in Shuzao at this time; sooner or later there will be interest, and then there will be swallows and bodhi flowers.There was only one serious business to do now in rough seas, and nothing else. The transfer procedure of the narrow private land of her lower body seems to have come into effect.For the first time, I went in to occupy this piece of real estate that I could enjoy and develop slowly in the future.

That night, we ate in the high-rise dining room on the ship, and saw all the stars coming out of the bow window, and the sky was full; I remember that I also saw the sky full of stars outside tall buildings and over gable roofs in Oxford. ..." Wao doesn't let Charles enjoy himself; "slowly" is idleness.Leisure is dispensable, like love.Be pragmatic in the most romantic of moments: it's one thing to "make the deed work" and one thing to "breathe it out warm", but they're not two different things. "Sky full of stars" is Oxford, not the starry sky on the sea after gentleness.There are too many things in the world that are more romantic and practical than love. "Okay, right now." Just "a short stretch of calmer sea."The storm did not die because of Julia's words.Storms will come. Although "interest" will come sooner or later, it is just a check that cannot be cashed for sure, like a swallow that comes and goes, and a bodhi flower that blooms and thanks!The TV series filmed this novel as a lingering scene, but the Hong Kong prosecutors cut it.

three "Sky full of stars" is Oxford, not love.On the coldest morning in winter this year, she flew to Hong Kong.She said that her main purpose of this trip was to collect information from several developing countries in Southeast Asia and prepare to write a monograph on the status of women in developing countries.She said that her husband passed away last year; Snow took his wife and children to apply for a teaching job at an American university, and most of them will not return to Oxford in the future. "Life is a novel, isn't it?" "It should be said that novels are life."

"Snow said to me before leaving: I didn't promise you a rose garden. I said who promised you? Am I not very happy now?" She said looking up at the sky in Hong Kong.The sky was full of sunshine, and there were no stars, because it was morning.