Chapter 3 candlelight dinner

There is no need to send books from the UK. Considering that the university is only four years old, the main building is like Stanford University, and the library has a lot of Chinese and English books. At least he has enough course books.The library is built on the mountain, with German-style architecture and exotic flavor. , and the two wings are divided into liberal arts and science.This used to be the German Bismarck barracks, so the entire campus is still dominated by German buildings. During the first class, Min came to his home to take him, saying that Dean Zheng asked her to help, that foreign teachers didn't know how to teach Chinese students, and that forty or so foreign students were indeed a challenge.

"I also want to hear about modern British literature," she said. Her serious attitude made him very happy, and he began to outline the English literary world. The uneasiness before class disappeared after a few minutes.It seemed that she was sitting alone in the whole classroom, and he was speaking English literature to a pair of bright black eyes.And the eyes thoughtfully, smiled, and blinked appreciatively.He remembered arguing with female students at Cambridge and throwing the teacher aside, and this time he threw the students aside. The students seem to be of good quality, at least they are very respectful to him, a little too respectful.But it was his first time teaching, and he didn't want to meet a student who was as argumentative as himself.He was an eloquent speaker in debates at Cambridge representing King's College.That was for the teacher to see; now he is the teacher, and he is the one for the students to see.

But if the student is always so polite, he doesn't know what the student wants.As soon as he taught Hardy, he was at ease, because he could see that the students were fascinated, although they were not laughing or making trouble.He was a little convinced by the old guy Hardy, and mavericks always caught his attention, even in class, explaining boring passages in his novels. Min's eagerness to learn drove the whole class, the wife of the head of the department led the team, and the students all previewed according to his requirements.He asked the General Affairs Office to wax some mimeographs on paper every week, and the General Affairs Office rushed to work overnight, which was very timely.According to him, Proust's novels will be immortalized forever, and that Irishman Joyce's is just playing tricks, not up to the level of masters.

When class was over, several students gathered around and asked him a question or two politely. Min waited patiently with the book in his arms, and then walked out of the classroom with Julian.He found that her face and body shape were no different from other students in their twenties, wearing glasses, a blue blouse and long skirt, without any makeup.She should be twice their age.In the West, a mother is like a mother, and a mother is never like a daughter.  Min said: "You are very good at giving lectures, and you seem to be very happy when you tell interesting things about the author's life."

"Every author is a living person," said Julian, "and every little poem and piece is a little autobiography." Min turned around and faced him: "That's a great statement! Very insightful!" Julian smiled: "I am quoting others, but when will you show me your poems and novels?" "Why? Do you want to read my 'autobiography', or want me to read your 'autobiography'?" There was provocation in her tone. Min reacted quickly, and he felt extremely refreshed talking to her.She smiled and continued, "I will come to your other classes from now on, okay? English composition. I want to write in English, so you can see my poems."

Julian was at a loss for words.Every time I see Min?Min arrives at every class?And hand in homework? "It's just that you don't always look at me when you are giving lectures." Before he could answer, she added another sentence.But she turned around suddenly, blushing obviously, stepped up a stone step, said goodbye, but didn't look back at him. Julian was amazed.He, a well-known apprentice among Cambridge students, never hesitates to shoot the first arrow when facing his prey. How did this Chinese woman take the initiative? He lay down on his back in a grass field covered with fallen leaves.The sun is just beginning to swirl out behind the thin clouds.He closed his eyes, and in the dazzle of gold, there were only Min's smiles.

"I'm bewitched!" he thought. "The Chinese witch! Luckily she's not very pretty." The East Bay is very large, and the crescent shape surrounds Xiaoyushan.There are wooden embankments and swimming areas for small boats on the campus.On the road along the bay, there are weeping willows and cypresses on the bank, students studying, in twos and threes, all men wear long gowns, women wear cheongsam, and have short hair at the ears.Julian, who was holding a lecture clip, felt that he had to get a long gown to wear at the first thought. It was so interesting for a foreigner to wear a long gown.Send a picture to your mother, she will think it is very artistic.

It may have rained in the distance, but there is still a faint rainbow in the sky, and there are flowers everywhere, long stems like anemones, ranging from white to viola.The corners of the leaves are now yellow, and there is a kind of dwarf maple with different orange-red spots on each thin leaf.The mountains and bays are full of colorful autumn colors. Look, I'm still lucky!he sighed.What a strange world.Unlike England, it is almost all green plains and gently rolling hills.However, this university, at the edge of the world, isn't it a little too quiet?Especially at night, geese fly to the full moon.He likes to walk alone at night, and once almost fell into a grave that was opened for unknown reasons.At this time, the bell of the temple five miles away rang, each time there was a pause of more than ten seconds.There seemed to be screams of cats or wolves in the mountains.

Such a beautiful and interesting campus is not like China, a country that should be a hotbed of revolution!Something should be messed up, he cheered the idea.If it was too quiet, it would not take long for him to spoil all his good feelings, and if it was too quiet, he might not be able to bear being alone. The world has to be messed up for it to be real. He has learned to treat life this way since he was a child.In Charleston, the house my parents shared with Duncan Grant always had a crowd of guests on weekends.That's when he showed his talents: he would climb onto the roof and sit on the edge of the eaves with his legs dangling.Mother knew his temper and would not make a fuss or look at him from any of the guests.Then, after a while he will climb down by himself. 

There seemed to be others who thought the same as him.Not long after school started, one day Julian walked into the classroom, and there was a sickle and ax drawn with chalk on the blackboard. The students all stared and said nothing. It seems that there is a Communist Party in this class.Min Gang wanted to come up to help him, but he told her not to move with his eyes.He didn't try to erase it, but just wrote while talking, and quickly covered the blackboard with masterpieces of English literature, from Belle Woolf to Virginia Woolf.The rebel symbol was erased without any hassle. In this way, the small Communist Party in this class regards him as an imperialist reactionary and wants to give him a blow.His composure may have left a deep impression on the whole class, especially Min.

The government troops were said to be victorious, and the news was repeated many times that the Red Army had been wiped out.However, he was not naive enough to want to start a revolution with these students at National Qingdao University.This campus is so beautiful, it is a pity that it was destroyed by the revolution.Here, it is enough to add some romantic fun, when there is a hunting object. He always wears a shirt.I have lived among artists since I was a child, and I regard casual, even sloppy as chic.Now he has to tidy up a little. He is going to start learning Chinese and spend an hour or two a day.He had to replace the desk with antique mahogany, and he had to go to the furniture store in the city center to pick it out, and he couldn't let the servants do it, because they wouldn't do what he wanted.Gotta get a shotgun.There must be a time for rowing, row to the middle of the sea, and see how far you can row.In Cambridge, he is a proficient rower, can he easily be the first in the school here? Too much money, too many plans for a twenty-seven-year-old college professor. He walked to the bay.I met a few students swimming. It was the time when the sea was calm and abundant, and the water waves beat against the embankment.A professor was having students teach his ten-year-old daughter.Julian watched them patiently persuade the young lady, but the young lady would not go into the water.He walked up behind the little girl, who looked into his blue eyes in fear.While she was not paying attention, Julian pushed her into the sea.The girl fell into the water, thumping her limbs, and everyone around her was stunned. Julian jumped into the water and put one hand on the girl's belly.The girl began to swim decently.This group of people turned their sullen faces into happy ones, thank him.He handed over the little girl to the students and swam to the heart of the bay with his clothes on. Aunt Virginia's "To the Lighthouse", he selected a few paragraphs and sent them to be mimeographed as a teaching material, only to find that he is not a qualified literary theorist, and students can't understand it either.Why are the sentences so weird?A critic recently coined the term "inner monologue."He quoted it a bit, and the more he talked, the more confused he became, and even he himself became confused. Min asked a question: Do you know the characters in "To the Lighthouse"? He was eighteen years old and had just graduated from high school.But he knew everyone in To the Lighthouse, he knew it was about the eccentricities of those people, grandmothers and mothers—the Stephen family, their encounters with love and death, but the novel was also about art overcoming Death, triumph over the passage of time.The lecture turned to his unique understanding, and when the class was over, the students were elated. He climbed ashore from the bay, looked up with his body dripping wet, and Min stood across from him, looking at him and smiling.Thinking of the class I just attended, I met her. Her hair is still in a bun, she looks younger than in the classroom.He said to her, "All the women on campus have short hair that reaches their necks. Why is your hair different?" "It looks old-fashioned," she said. This made him very surprised, how his vision is different from that of the Chinese, and the effect of continuous hair style on age impression is also the opposite. Min said that she cut her hair short 18 years ago, it was a trend-setting symbol of women's liberation.Now Minken's traditional hair style can only be combed for a few minutes, neat and tidy, which can be regarded as a return to basics. "I think you are leading a new fashion trend," he stared into her eyes, "as long as you are different, you will attract people." "You Westerners, you are just curious." She smiled and walked away, and suddenly she stopped again.Said, forgot, she and her husband invited him to dinner at home in the evening, just the three of them, a light meal. He watched Min's figure disappear in the woods.In the past, I used to drive and ride a bicycle very fast, so I let my temper do it.What can be done quickly and with excitement on campus right now? This autumn, Julian was thrown by himself in Qingdao, the easternmost seaside city in China, which is known as a hundred bays.Behind him is the bay, and in front of him is a road on the hillside, branching out into many trails in the woods, a complete Chinese maze.His expression was not blank, his eyes were calm.The scenery around him changed from thick to light, and only he was obvious. His tall figure was outlined by the slanting sun in the west, and his hair was dyed golden by the sun.  Going home in wet clothes, two servants came to ask Julian how to serve dinner?He didn't speak, and didn't want to answer the two people right away.Why assign two servants?Since every professor is two, at least two, there is nothing to say.The wizard is sweet and quick; the vole doesn't like to make a sound, maybe he does a lot of work, and the two live in a room downstairs.It's not that they can't see that the foreign devil doesn't like them. When he's at home, they try to stay in the kitchen, or in their own room, or go shopping altogether, so as not to dazzle in front of his eyes.Servants all over the world are the same. When the master doesn't want to see you, he has to avoid it. You eat your own.Julian said he had dinner.  The sun has sunk behind the mountains, but the peripheral vision is still on the sea surface, dyeing the sea water gorgeously.It takes nearly a quarter of an hour to walk to Professor Zheng's house by road.And the other downhill path is covered by trees, and the ground is covered with fallen leaves accumulated over the years. It is slippery, as if few people walk on it.This steep road, walking slowly, only takes ten minutes. In this way, they can almost be called neighbors. Julian knocked at the door, but when there was no answer, he walked around the garden.The dean's house was nearly identical to his, but with a much larger garden, manicured and unfenced, the size of which was the owner's choice.It was the flowering season in the garden, and the fragrance was so strong that he couldn't help sneezing. When he looked up, Min and Zheng were smiling in front of him. Julian wasn't wearing a suit, just a shirt.The collar of the shirt still has two buttons open, and the hair has grown a bit longer, curled and not hanging down, but looks disheveled. Min said, you are the only one who came in from my garden, like a robber. Julian throws up his hands in surrender, forgive me for not bringing any presents. Zheng said bluntly, coming to my place is like coming to your own home, and all my friends are like this. There are many antique pottery in their home, and even the chairs are hundreds of years old, exquisitely carved, and the armrests have been smoothed to the touch. "It can be regarded as a family heirloom. It was given by my mother when I got married." Min led Julian to visit the house.The screens, curtains and lampshades in the bedrooms are all Japanese.Min's study is very big, with a big desk, and a single tatami in her room.Seeing Julian's attention, Min said that they had both stayed in Japan for a while, and that Min was still studying Japanese literature there when she was a girl, and that she liked Japan more than Zheng.She is a night fairy, she likes to work until dawn, and take a nap at noon.Working late, afraid of affecting Zheng's rest, he slept in his study. She sleeps separately from her husband!Julie felt relieved. Min accompanied Julian downstairs.Julian felt that he was a little funny, and he couldn't help thinking about men and women, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face again.Min was completely bare-faced and without lipstick.Indeed, as she said, light meals.  Min said that it seems that rest and working hours have to be changed, and he wants to resign from the editorial job of "Qingdao Literature" magazine, and now there are many things.About to take his class, he guessed. Min notices him brooding: "What's the matter?" "You're doing too much and I'm doing too little," he said. Min looked at him. Julian thought he alone understood what he was talking about. The house is very tidy, it is a family with a housewife.Where there should be paintings, there are paintings, and the places that should be empty are empty, unlike the chaotic and interesting mother's house.But Julian likes a huge tapestry in her living room, singing and drinking at night, men and women in ancient costumes, and won't wait until tomorrow morning.He likes the yellowish tone on the tapestry, which secretly reveals the warm colors of joy.  There is a picture frame over the fireplace with a newspaper clipping inside.Julian took a closer look and saw the "Peking Morning Post" in 1924, a Chinese newspaper more than ten years ago. There were photos on it: Min, Zheng and a dozen other people, and an Indian with a big beard. "Tagore?" he asked. "It's him," Zheng said, "our matchmaker." It turned out that this Bengali poet who first became famous in London was the most popular in China.It is the Chinese who are most fascinated. The only Oriental who has won the Nobel Prize in Literature is the object of worship of the Crescent Society, Zheng explained. Orientals still like Orientals. Julian has read Tagore's poems and feels that he lacks intellectual tension.Yeats and Pound's admiration for him is a bit of a reward.Min looked at the phonograph record on the cabinet, pondered for a moment, and said to Julian, you like listening to music, and you can listen to it when you leave at night.Music can help you understand the culture. He really only brought enough books.Min concentrated on choosing records, saying that most of them were bought when she and her husband were on their honeymoon in Europe.Tchaikovsky, Mozart, Chopin.Seeing the Chinese characters on the record, Julian asked Zheng: Is there Chinese music?Can I borrow these? Zheng said that the hostess took it as she said, not borrowed it. Julian said again and again, that's great, that's great. Infected by his happy appearance, Zheng said to Min in Chinese: "How does Julian look like a child?" "He's the age of a child!" Min said. They spoke Chinese quickly, and Julian only grasped his own name and the word "children" and asked what they were talking about?They looked at each other and smiled, and Julian laughed too.Zheng said that Min likes to write poems in peace. In the past, more than ten years ago, when she was in Beijing, the Crescent Society was full of people coming and going, and she thought it was not lively enough, and she had to play music. Julian felt that neither Zheng nor Min regarded him as an outsider. They were different from other Chinese, and they were very real.He was also aware of his own reality, the inexplicable sense of illusion that he had had since arriving in Qingdao, but now it was gone. Min finds Xu's collection of poems for Julian.Xu, he remembered, the central figure of the Crescent Society, Chinese literati always talk about this person's name.There is a photo of Xu on the title page of the collection of poems, wearing glasses, for a man, The appearance is too delicate, a typical Chinese traditional intellectual.He flipped through the collection of poems and arranged the Chinese in vertical lines. Each line of poems was the same length and neat.A Chinese word is a syllable, isn't that the syllable style of French poetry?However, Zheng insists that modern Chinese poetry, like English poetry, has meter.He said to Min, Nian Nian, you are Jing Diaoer. Min said that every Chinese student can recite some of Xu's poems, especially the poem "Farewell to Cambridge", which everyone knows.If there is a classic of modern Chinese literature, this is an example. lightly i go, as I come gently; I gently waved, Be a cloud in the western sky. The golden willow by the river, is the bride in the sunset; The shadows in the waves, Ripples in my heart.  Min continued to read. There were seven stanzas in the poem, the seventh echoing the first. quietly i left, as I came quietly; I waved my sleeves, Do not take a single cloud with you.  Julian didn't interrupt Min. In fact, her voice was so nice when she spoke Chinese, it was indeed rhythmic music.He said, "Can you help me translate this poem about my alma mater?" Min said that there are good translations ready-made, and she can recite them.At the end of the last rhyme, Julian couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to laugh out loud.If he didn't laugh, he felt he would suffocate to death.What third-class Shelley stuff?He endured it for too long, his face flushed a little, Min and Zheng didn't seem to notice, he immediately pretended to be choking on drinking, and rushed to the garden gate to cough.It was covered up. Min and Zheng didn't read any more poems. They talked about Xu's stay in London in 1923 with great interest. They said that even Arthur Waley, the greatest Sinologist in Britain, consulted Xu, who was an overseas student at the time.Julian knew this man. He worked in the Oriental Department of the British Museum and lived at 36 Gordon Square. He rode his bicycle to work every day and often met him on the road.Because he admired the Bloomsbury circle, and Chinese poetry was a fashionable topic in the British and American literary circles at that time, he was invited to the party later, but his mother thought he was too boring, so they didn't invite him too much.But Julian didn't want to speak ill of the honest man Waley. They said that Xu went to Bond Street alone on a rainy night to find the house of the novelist Manshfield.He refused to meet him the first time, but he insisted, and we met for twenty minutes.Manshfield wore a bright yellow chiffon jacket and a bay red velvet apron, like a tulip.She was sitting with him on the blue couch, the light was dim and lightly sprinkled on her wonderful body, and he looked at her as if hypnotized.She asked him if he had translated Chinese poems, thinking that only Chinese people could really translate Chinese poems well.This was the only time they met, and a month later, she died of lung disease.When Xu Zai went to Europe, he made a special trip to Fontainebleau to lay flowers and poems at her tomb, and wept on the tomb like a loyal lover. Xu said that Min will become China's Manshfield, especially since their language styles are very similar. "He expects too much." Zheng said modestly on behalf of his wife, and went to the porch of the garden to take care of something. Julian was no longer willing to endure the level of taste and appreciation of Chinese literati. "Virginia hates her the most," he said slowly, "thinks she's too vulgar, cheap sensuality, her writing is all right, making sensuality worse, as if her nose is full of her cheap perfume. "He didn't like his aunt talking about her dead colleague like that, but at this moment he just wanted to say it. "It's no surprise that Xu likes her poems and novels." Min Ben was sitting on the couch with Julian. Hearing what he said, he stood up and faced the garden porch.What is Zheng busy there.Julian has always been indifferent to other people's emotions, he is not willing to play tricks to please her.She took two steps, then turned around and came back with a smile on her face.This woman has a strong ability to endure, and most women do not have the ability to hide her emotions. She made him look back at the wall by the window.A watercolor painting, pastoral scenery, is not very good. "That's something very precious to me," Min said.Xu four years ago seemed to have a premonition that something would happen to him and he would not survive, so he kept some extremely personal things with her, most of which were gifts he brought back from England.This painting was given to him by Roger Fry, and he said he gave it to her as a souvenir of the preserved object. Roger!Julian walked over. The watercolor painting does look like Roger, and looking at the signature, yes.He said nothing more.Xu did not pretend to be Roger's student, and indeed had a different relationship with Roger than ordinary people. In this regard, Xu did not brag about his social success in Britain.Seeing a painting is like seeing Roger Fry, he feels bad, and the painting is dying.Julian always thought of Roger as his biological father when he was a child.He didn't understand why Luo Jie favored this Xu so much. This person had obviously been visiting celebrities in England to be vassalized by British elegance. He just didn't like this Xu.This evil feeling is too strange. The maid was probably almost busy in the kitchen, so she came out and asked, "Ma'am, are you dining in the porch or in the room?" "Ask sir." Min replied. Zheng came in from the outside and said that it was better to stay in the room. It was autumn and the night was a little cool. Let the dining table face the window, so there is still a view. The mountains are hazy, and so are the trees. The last ray of sunlight is reflected on the sea water, but where the clouds gather, the light refracted by the sea water is silver.Only the indoor flowers are still fresh, and the night is coming. On the table is Beaulieu, like ordinary sweet potatoes.Min said that she and Zheng liked this dish, mysteriously.With a history of 400 years, you can’t see the meat when you eat meat, and you can’t see the fish when you eat fish. The fish meat is chopped into minced meat, wrapped in egg skin and steamed.The three sat on one side each, and the middle seat was given to Julian. Facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, they could directly see the scenery.Drinking German beer.Two candles were burning on the table. The maid brought a beautiful porcelain jar with a ring, and the soup was green.The maid poured a bowl for everyone.The vegetables in the soup are raw, but warm and delicious. "What is this?" Julian yelled while eating, it was so fragrant, and said that their servant dishes were better than restaurants, and better than those two guys in his family.He said he was going to fire his servants because they never made such a good soup. Zheng glanced at Min with satisfaction, and said that she is a gourmet and knows all the famous dishes from the north and the south.Min said, this is pea sprout soup, although it was earlier than the solar terms, but some people specialize in it.Only use the tender leaves of the half-finger of the sprouts and put them in the tank.The soup made from a whole duck, remove the bone and meat, boil it, pour it directly, and it's done.This dish is dedicated to welcoming Julian.For such courtesy, Julian could only slightly nod his head to express his gratitude. At this time, the door of the house was knocked. The servant said someone was looking for Mr. Zheng walked out for a while, and soon returned to the desk, saying that students had entered the school, demanding that the school agree to a strike, protesting the government's concessions before the Japanese invaders.The headmaster couldn't hold back by himself, so he asked the heads of departments to persuade him.Zheng took two casual bites and said that he was excused and had to go. "It must be the news of Japan's provocation." Zheng looked depressed. "The government can't do anything about it. What can we do?" Min was worried, so he asked his servant to go with him, saying that if there was anything to do, he would come back and report a letter. The house became quiet all of a sudden, and it was just the two of them, not used to it for a while, so I didn't know what to say.For a while, both of them were eating vegetables and drinking wine.Maybe Min drank a little too much, and she stammered, "Julian, why are you laughing at my best friend?" Her best friend, Julian immediately realized that it was Poet Xu. He thought she didn't care. It seemed that she still had a limit to her patience.But her tone was still very polite, her perfect manners had already made him hate him to the core, and he had the urge to make trouble, let's make trouble for the head's wife first! "Poet Xu, how is he in bed with you? Can he do kung fu?" Min's expression froze.After a while, seeing Julian's fake humility smile, she lost her temper. "Why do you talk like that? Chinese intellectuals never do this kind of thing!" She was insulted for no reason, which made her unable to speak English clearly.Her face started to sweat, so she had to take off her glasses and wipe her face with a napkin. Julian saw her without glasses for the first time.He never expected Min to be so beautiful.The blush made her face look very delicate, and when she was angry, her lips protruded slightly, as if deliberately inviting a kiss.The color of the lips was almost as if they had been painted with lipstick. In embarrassment, Min stood up and went to retrieve the napkin that had fallen on the floor.He suddenly noticed Min's attire again, a pink and white silk satin cheongsam with a low neckline, but with piping and hollow buttons.Unlike the straight-cut cheongsam of the girls on campus, it is extremely close-fitting, with forks reaching to the legs, showing the curves of her whole body.Hair pins with three blue and white gemstones were inserted into the bun.Incredible. What a blind wolf I am! Looking back, he singled her out from the crowd of this strange country in the first place, he loved having Min there, it felt like it echoed what his heart wanted.What stopped him?Her glasses, damn glasses.When she took off her glasses, it meant that God had given him a chance, and he seized the opportunity to wake up.No wonder there was a sense of peace upon seeing Min for the first time, her attractiveness pierced through her appearance, but he didn't understand it himself. Min sat upright, but flipped the candle wick, making the room a little brighter.But she sat behind the candlelight, out of the sight of some Julians. The candlelight allowed Julian to find a sense of familiarity and intimacy. Everything seemed to be familiar, not in a strange country.Candles were flickering, and there was a table of wine and food. Min was still the hostess, pouring red wine for him as if nothing had happened.He watched her every move, he knew that he couldn't hold back anymore, he had to reach his destined goal, this time he had to blow her out of her dignity, even if he offended his immediate boss and lost his job, he would not hesitate .He ignores Min’s obvious protests and returns to the old topic. "You say modern Chinese intellectuals don't do such things," said Julian sarcastically. "It seems that British teachers don't educate their Chinese students well." Perhaps Min may not be able to understand the sound of his words in his confusion.Julian went straight to his own family, as in a classroom with anecdotes about English literary life: his father, Clive Bell, had an affair with Aunt Virginia while his mother was pregnant with him; Roger becomes a lover and encourages his father to pursue her girlfriend.My father spent most of his time with his mistress in Paris and London, but my mother always kept a one-bedroom study and living room for him at home, full of mother's murals.They care about each other and are still a couple.The mother's lifelong boyfriend, Duncan Grant, is bisexual. When the boyfriend comes, he sleeps with the boyfriend, and when the boyfriend doesn't come, he sleeps with the mother.He has younger brother Quentin and younger sister Angelica, but Angelica is the child of his mother and Duncan. "They don't quarrel, don't fall out?" Min couldn't believe it. What did the mother say when she found out that her younger sister was having an affair with her husband? "These two are the people I love the most. They have always been, are, and will be in the future." My father often brought his girlfriend to be friends with my mother.And the mother's boyfriend has always been a good friend of the father. For example, he and Roger Fry have been best friends until Roger died last year.The famous "formal meaning theory" in modern aesthetics is called the Bell-Fry principle.Mothers and aunts are the closest sisters in the whole world, and Bloomsbury centers on their charm and intellect.It has nothing to do with men and women, no, no, perhaps it should be said that it has nothing to do with men and women. No one is vulgarly jealous.Julian said that he was used to seeing naked men and women since he was a child. Duncan always used men's bodies as the theme, and sometimes a group of people were doing difficult multi-sexual movements. Duncan was painting, and his mother stood aside to admire. Julian obviously became more and more proud as he talked. His family, his family background of strong anti-Victorian moralism, and their free and unrestricted sexual relationship were indeed extraordinary and worthy of pride.Min listened to his detailed description, lowering her head shyly.Under the light of the candle, her hair became darker and more shiny, and her eyes under her bangs looked at the tablecloth, where there was a pair of bone-carved chopsticks and a pair of glasses.She was visibly agitated, her hands had no place to rest, they were clasped together, neither on her lap nor on the table. "Good job," said Julian. Min looked up at him in surprise, surprised that he could call her beautiful in the local dialect, she was extremely shy.Julian couldn't take it any longer. He stood up, walked around the table, and pulled her up easily.She just struggled a little bit, but without any protest, she was hugged helplessly by his chest. His face touched her cheek, it was so hot, her lips were very red.He gently kissed her face and neck, looking for her lips, one of his hands touched her shoulders from her waist, and moved to the breasts covered by the thin cheongsam in front, her hardened nipples that could not be concealed , Immediately made him impulsive.They are smothered with passion.  The room is large, but the candles and lights only shine on the dining table, they seem to automatically move to the corner, to a place with weak light.Min's lips were on his face, and the hand that was hanging by his side hugged his waist.Gasping, Julian almost unconsciously pulled her hand over his growing cock. Min jumped away, her face turned pale with fright, she put her hands on the back of the chair, looked at Julian in panic and said, "Why?" Julian didn't know what she meant by that. Did he mean that it was unseemly for him to be too direct, or that his organs were too bloated and unrefined?She was shaking with shock. "It's hardly human."