Chapter 6 read her novel on the train

Before the winter vacation, Julian booked a train ticket to Beijing.Now that his fears were reversed, what on earth would Min do to him?Men change, women change too, especially a Chinese female intellectual who has never experienced it herself.Since Min can change the past, he can also change the past.He was really afraid that Min Hui would leave him alone if he missed out in Beijing.  Unfortunately, it was Sunday, and on the crowded street in Shinan District, Julian and Field Mouse each took a rickshaw.Time was running short, and in order to catch the train, Julian waved the banknote and shouted: "Every person will add one yuan to catch the train." The driver of the field mouse looked at him.

Kong rounded the pavement and ran fast; Julian was a bad driver, so he jumped down and paid for a stronger driver. When he arrived at the train station, there were still more than ten minutes left.The field mouse had already sent his suitcase to the train and put it in the compartment. The train runs directly from Qingdao to Beijing.Julian didn't have to ask where to get off.He was wearing a Chinese robe, dark blue silk, lined with camel hair.He didn't care if the costume made him look funny.But it's cold, and it's a pleasure to wear such clothes.He was worried that Beijing would be colder, so he also brought a black wool coat and a black top hat.Ten dollars for the first-class carriage, his wages for a day and a half, is as comfortable as traveling from Paris to Berlin.It just so happened that the notice on this train was in German and the service was German, which surprised him. 

The train quickly left Qingdao, a mix of old and new, behind. The tracks continued into the outskirts of the country, passing through bays, mountains, fields, forests and countless tunnels. After walking out of the mountains of Shandong, we walked through the North China Plain.Hebei and the Yellow River Basin are the heartland of China and the cradle of Chinese civilization. Now, the dilapidated place he looked at surprised him.In the countryside in winter, the fields are bare and there are almost no trees, and there are scattered huts full of mud, and the houses are like cowsheds.In the village, adults and children are all in ragged clothes, with dirty faces and thin faces.

Every time the train arrives at a station, there are beggars swarming outside the carriages, all of them are sick and thin, with no clothes covering their bodies, shivering like a sieve in the biting wind and snow. The farther north you go, the poorer you get. At least the British countryside still has an idyllic scenery, and the life of farmers is at least much better than that of urban workers.Although the lives of Chinese workers are difficult, the poverty in rural China is almost suffocating.Julian was angry, as the East End had made him angry.The world is in war and revolution, but what is he doing?

He remembered that in front of the Qingdao Railway Station, he jumped off the rickshaw and almost knocked over a man with a bare upper body and very tattered trousers.He stopped his feet, the man was holding a cane, but he knelt and stretched out his hands to beg.He saw clearly that the man was gone from the thigh down. In front of him was a piece of cloth with words written on it. He didn't know what the words were, and he didn't have time to ask. He just threw a few coins on the cloth and hurried into the station to take the train. .That person may be a wounded soldier who lost his leg in the war against the Japanese fascists, and the government didn't care about him, or maybe he lost his leg in the civil war, let alone care about him.Two pieces of wood were somehow nailed to his leg posts, and he "stands" on those two pieces of wood.

It's not that he doesn't know that when he was in England, the reports of journalists and the books written by people who came back from China have all carefully described the poverty and suffering in China.China's stories are always tragic, too much for the weakling ladies to read.Therefore, China is the most worthy place for revolution, and it needs the kind of Chinese heroes who dare to sacrifice in Malraux's works.At this time, he remembered very clearly how passionate he was for the revolution of this country when he sailed from Hong Kong to Shanghai last September!The "suicide note" he wrote to his mother, he came to China to go on a dangerous road worth sacrificing his life. 

First of all, it seems that there is a possible development of events that will involve me in the revolutionary politics of China. I think I will become a prominent actor. I want to try. Second, I do everything out of a firm belief that I feel responsible for the idiotic mess this world has made, and I have deep sympathy for the Chinese people who are suffering from it.If my Chinese friend takes risks, I hope I share the danger...  He kept this long "suicide note" by his side and never sent it.Because after he arrived in China, Westerners wrote endlessly about suffering, but he didn't see much.On the contrary, he saw that the common people had their own festive peace. Once they were freed from coolie labor, he

Their lives are also interesting.In Qingdao, for example, low-end restaurants must hang calligraphy on the walls and potted flowers on the cabinets.They put a pagoda by the bay, and a temple on that hill, where art blends into nature without being obtrusive.There seem to be many rich people, and the landlords in the countryside can also support their children to study in Japan and the West.Intellectuals, on the other hand, have British-style liberal ideas.As for Chinese women, they are even more beautiful, and they like the beautiful things in life.As a result, he actually forgot the other side of life in China, or in other words, deliberately did not pay attention to those places with rot and fester. 

If my mother saw his suicide note, she would only understand him and be overjoyed that he had changed her mind.Because there is a paragraph in the suicide note that he himself felt was inappropriate for his mother to read: My life has been lived happily and honestly, and I would rather die violently than any other way.For example, if I don't want to die of old age, nothing excites me more than going to the battlefield.Of course I want to see the future, I will try my best not to die, I am not a martyr at all, but now I can calmly consider such a result.If I go to start a revolution, I will definitely bring potassium cyanide, so you don't have to worry about me being tortured. 

History is a delightful stage director.Now he is sitting in the most comfortable first-class train carriage, heading for Beijing, the famous city in China, the ancient capital of palaces.Julian really felt guilty. He was fascinated by Chinese culture and the charm of Chinese women, and enjoyed all the luxuries of life. Perhaps, his nature is to indulge in happiness. He could not justify himself, but comforted himself with a promise: to remember the poverty and suffering of this country, for which he should sacrifice.When the time comes, he will be able to! Min said: "I will wait for you in Beijing." Her voice was so lonely, but also so full of passion.

In the face of such a beautiful love, he has the right to temporarily forget whether there is potassium cyanide in his pocket. Julian took out a large envelope from the suitcase and pulled out the manuscript of Min's English novel.He began to read her novel, and the train was crossing a long bridge, the wheels hitting the rails like cymbals.The train swayed slightly, but no water was visible under the bridge.The scenery outside the window was gradually darkened, he turned on the lamp beside the seat, and there were beer, fruit and delicious French dishes on the table.The comfort of the first-class compartment hung down like layers of veils, and he felt that he was on the stage of a fast movement.The stage is good, and the rest of the world is no longer visible. Min's English handwriting is extremely delicate, and he uses a pencil to revise some words while reading.But looking down, he was attracted by the story and didn't change it anymore. This is the story of a girl growing up in a strange family.Her father had nine wives and concubines, and her mother was the third wife. Her natal family was originally one of the four richest people in Fuzhou.When my father came to Fuzhou on a mission from the imperial court and visited her home, my mother was called to bring some water.He was about to admire a painting, and she and the girl beside him were helping to roll up the hanging scroll. She was wearing a dark red silk top and trousers.When the mother's fingers opened the scroll, she was demure and graceful, with a relaxed expression, just like the water lilies in the painting.So his father fell in love with this girl who was almost twenty-five years younger than him, and proposed marriage that day.The mother is the seventh eldest in this family, and she has too many daughters, so she doesn't cherish her, and being a third concubine is not too wronged. But for some reason the father loved her mother far more than the other wives and concubines, and spent more nights with her mother than the others combined.In this big family, the wives and concubines have become extremely vicious, and they will do everything they can.Her half-siblings were too far apart in age, and she was too young to help her mother, making life difficult for mother and daughter. His father was the military minister of the Qing court and lived in a big house.The girl never figured out how many yards there were and often got lost in "her own home".She calls her eldest wife Mom, and calls her own mother Sanma.No one knew how many people were still living in the big courtyard. The housekeepers, tailors, gardeners and cooks all had almost the same faces. Before the old servants left, new servants came. My father went to Japan for a trip, and after returning, he became closer ideologically to the reformers and participated in a series of planning activities by them. When the reforms were brutally suppressed by the conservatives, my father was also implicated, most of his family property was confiscated, and he was exiled to the Xinjiang desert.Only the mother is willing to accompany him to the faraway border, and the father only wants her to go alone.She was looked after by her father's eldest wife.But the journey was difficult, and both parents died of illness on the way. In this big family, because the big tree of the father fell suddenly, the whole family robbed the family property and fought.In the end, the compound was sold, and the people scattered like birds, leaving her alone in this world.  A very sentimental novella.Julian finished reading in one sitting, and it was already midnight. He put the manuscript together. This is not the type of novel he likes, nor is it Aunt Virginia's kind of work. The tone is too documentary.He can guess that most of Min is writing her own story, which is the fascinating part of this book, it is hard to tell whether it is true or false, and it seems that it is not all fiction.In any case, her English writing ability is better than her speaking ability, and her prose style is strong, concise and vivid.Fortunately, Poet Xu, the core figure of the Crescent Society, crashed in a plane, comparing Min to a second- or third-rate British female writer, she really lacks literary taste. Aunt Ya.Seeing Min's artistic talent for the first time, Julian was delighted.Beautiful and talented, she is the type of woman he likes. When the taxi took him from the train station to the address and house number Min left, he was carrying his suitcase in one hand and his coat in the other, standing in front of a huge door in a wide alley. Obviously this is a luxurious mansion, there are five steps in front of the door, stone lions on both sides of the stone steps, red door, golden door nails, door knocker on the mouths of two big bronze beasts. Julian reported his name as Professor Bell, and the gatekeeper informed him that he was ushered in.After two doors, there is a painted wall with the moon and clouds, and the exquisite porcelain pots in front of the wall are full of flowers. He walked through halls and gardens with man-made rockeries, some neatly repaired, some barren and withered, as if they belonged to different owners.The red and white plum blossoms higher than the wall are in full bloom, but they are dry and old with moss.The path by the pond was paved with fancy pebbles, and holly hedges separated some rooms that did not allow direct view.Sometimes women can be seen walking around, most of them seem to be servants. It is not uncommon to see a foreigner like him, and he still does his own thing. The servant finally stopped at the bottom of a corridor, put down the suitcase, and said respectfully to Julian, "Sir, Miss is waiting for you." When he came back to his senses, the servant had disappeared.There is a pair of mahogany lacquered benches at the corner of the corridor, and there are four big cursive characters on the plaque on the corridor.When Julian turned around, Min was already standing at the door looking at him.She is wearing a very gorgeous dress, a purple cheongsam with silver sparkling florals, the neckline, long cuffs and hem are all trimmed with maroon fringe, a long blue silk satin dress, and thick long hair, combed like an ancient woman. A big bun, with a row of black and shiny bangs on the forehead. She is simply a woman who walked out of an ancient Chinese painting, looking at him, but she is so lively and beautiful!He didn't seem to know him: the female intellectuals in Qingdao disappeared without a trace, and he was dumbfounded at once. They didn't smile or speak, as if what they had been waiting for for a long time finally came out, and they were afraid that a word would scare them away.The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and after only a few seconds, they found a look that only the two of them understood: what is destined to happen cannot be stopped even if you want to. Min took a step forward, but without shaking his hand, told him that of course she didn't live here, and she had already found a hotel.She put on the white fox fur coat she was carrying. Julian picked up the suitcase and walked with her the other way. Behind a rockery in a certain garden, an old man with white hair and silver beard but piercing eyes came over, with a healthy smile, and introduced himself as Min's father, and his English was quite similar. After a polite greeting, he asked Julian if he would like to stay a little longer and enjoy the plum blossoms with his two Japanese guests?On the other side of the rockery, two Japanese men were sitting in a pavilion drinking tea.The maids were all well dressed and waited carefully. Seeing Min Chao winking at himself, Julian immediately thanked him.Min immediately said that Qiu Lian was a colleague, and he was passing through Beijing, so he would leave in a while, and he would trouble me next time. Min's father didn't force it either, he said goodbye and went back to the pavilion. "How much autobiography is there in your novel?" Julian had to ask, he was curious. "It's just that my father was pardoned by the court before he was exiled. Now it's the Republic of China, and he has long since ceased to be an official. He is a famous scholar in the field. However, I am indeed an orphan," Min said lightly, "My mother has passed away." "Your father can speak English." "My father can speak so-so languages, just to say hello. If you stay, the guests have to speak Chinese. You see, he is seventy years old, but he is well maintained and very strong. He also wants to marry a concubine Well, it's the fourteenth," Min said suddenly sadly, "but not many survived." She suddenly changed the topic, "Have you finished reading my novel? Not all of it is true, but there are still many truths." did not write." "Is there anything left to write?" But Min stopped talking and hurriedly led him out. The brilliance of the sun outside the high wall deepens the color of the courtyard.There are rows of round tiles on the roof, some are blue-black and some are golden glazed tiles, and the capitals under the eaves are either carved or lacquered.There are brass bells hanging in the corners of some rooms, and some rooms with open doors can be seen from the outside. There is too much red, but the furniture is elegant and there are bronze fireplaces.Sometimes the eyes can flash a few rays of sunlight reflected by the fish pond.This warm winter afternoon is full of color and has a touch of glamour.This whole mansion, Min's past life, and the scenes of Min's novels, in Julian's view, were indeed a strange place. Min didn't want to stay, she led him, walking faster and faster. The two walked out eagerly and tacitly, non-stop, almost trotting, out of the gate facing the street behind.  A taxi takes them to the hotel.Along the way, they did not speak, nor did they speak in the car, nor did they look at each other, they could only hear each other panting eagerly.Sitting so close, I dare not touch each other, for fear that once I touch the other person's body, I won't be able to handle it.This luxurious western-style hotel is in the downtown area, and the rooms are on the fourth floor.The waiter took them to the elevator, opened the door, and turned on the wall lamp. Min tipped him and closed the door. Julian took two steps into the room. The room was very large. He turned around and saw Min leaning against the door, with his head raised, his hands covering his heart, out of breath, his eyes almost closed, and his slightly parted lips. , trembling, almost fainted.Julian held out his hand, and immediately the two embraced tightly.No matter how much they thought about it later, they couldn't remember how they got from one end of the door to the other end of the bed this afternoon.They hugged and moved awkwardly, and Julian began to tease Min's clothes.Min pushed him away, but her fur coat had fallen to the floor, and her tight cheongsam was so intricately buttoned that Julian didn't know where to start, and his arms loosened a bit. Min moved back a little. His heart was beating faster, his feet were moving, and while taking off his clothes, they retreated to the bed.The room was very still.Min didn't dare to look at Qiu Lian, but Qiu Lian kept staring at Min without turning his eyes. Min's body continued to lean back, and as soon as he let go, she would cling to him more tightly, otherwise she would fall down and be unable to stand up again.She slowly raised her head to touch his bent face.He kissed her hair, eyes, and her hairpin and leather shoes fell to the floor with two muffled bangs. She was placed on the bed, too weak to move, helpless and overwhelmed.Julian looked at her, and took off the last piece of clothing on his body. He controlled his burning eagerness, and looked for the buttons of the cheongsam on her body, one by one, and one after another until there was nothing on her upper body. When she was down, she closed her eyes tightly enough, and covered her eyes with her hands again, very shy, like a virgin. He slowly took off her bottom, her legs were trembling and twisted tightly. This was the scene he had been dreaming about day and night, and now he saw Min who was naked: the body was well-proportioned, smooth, and shone with a golden color, as if it was not physical.Julian was surprised to see Min's arm raised over her eyes, without any hair under her armpits, nor between her clenched legs.There it opened like a flower petal.He had never seen a woman's vulva, unfurled, as beautiful as a work of art rather than as a pleasure-seeking tool.His sweat broke out like a boy who had tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time. Min's black hair was loose on the bed, not too long, but wavy, which naturally framed her face and shoulders.He carefully touched her head with both hands, such firm and full breasts, such ivory texture, sculptural flesh, more beautiful than any of his mother's models.And her skin, from face to feet, is as smooth and delicate as silk. He hugged the flesh tightly.Min's hands were still shyly covering his face. He couldn't kiss her lips, so he hungrily sucked her nipples, and slid his hands along her waist, navel, and legs to her wet and hot place, soaked juice.He was so pleasantly surprised that he pushed Min's hand away desperately, and kissed her lips. At this moment, he felt that he was gradually going limp.Maybe too excited, too excited.He rolled over on his back, as composed as he could, breathing slowly.Then, he put Min Xiaoqiao's soft hands on him. Min opened her eyes for the first time. She was surprised and her hands trembled.She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them suddenly, and saw Julian's hairy breasts and thighs.She immediately closed her eyes, looking panicked.His body changed immediately in her hands. He wrapped his hands around Min excitedly, and leaned towards her. Before he could find the right position, he let out a muffled cry, vented uncontrollably, and gasped for breath. "I'm so sorry," he said, "I haven't had a woman in half a year." Min didn't speak, his explanation was extremely clumsy.But after a while she half rose, put her arms round Julian's neck, and put them round his head, as if begging him to stop talking. They lay side by side on the bed, naked, looking at each other.Slowly, a smile appeared on Min's face, as if he had accomplished a very important thing, and passed a major juncture in his life, as if so many years had passed.  The room was as warm as late spring, with radiators and a large fireplace, which was now burning brightly.There is a mirror above the fireplace, the bed is too big, there is a bath and toilet, and a dressing room.Through the floor-to-ceiling window screens, sunlight pours in from the window, and the wall lamps just add a layer of warm color. Min caressed his face, his flaxen hair that was somewhat curly.She lifted her body and bent down towards him, her black hair hanging down on his face and chest.She was using her hands with her eyes closed, not touching him, but tracing the outline of his face, his eyes, his nose, his ears, his long, strong arms, his muscular pectoral muscles, his thighs.When the finger drawing is not very clear, she strokes with the whole palm.Min seemed to be paying special attention to the thick hair on his chest and belly, and his slender fingers seemed to be combing it. Her touch was soft and comfortable.Her hands lingered in certain places. Her hand finally reached the place he was looking forward to, and her eyes also arrived. It seemed that she had only looked carefully this time, and seemed to be really surprised this time: she had never seen a man like this, not like a civilized person, but like a man. Animals, ferocious animals.In fact, his place is not very big, but she has never seen it, except her husband.At this time, he didn't want to say it so frankly, and didn't want to spoil her interest. Perhaps, in the eyes of a woman, this is not a bad thing. Julian pulled Min down, stared into her eyes and asked the question he was always thinking: "Why did you scream that day? The one who likes me, wants to be with me since the first time?" She tilted her head, but an ambiguous smile on her face replaced the answer, and her hand still didn't leave him, her fingers turned slightly, as if to say, "It's amazing!" He was a little away from Min's body. At this moment, her naked body was more moving than when she just took off her clothes. Her face was completely mysterious in Asia. When she opened her eyes, it was dark and clear. The eyes, the whole body and the whole life come alive.Although her breasts and buttocks are not as prominent as those of Western women, her waist and abdomen are tighter and thinner than theirs. This body is too beautiful and impeccable. Both mature and youthful freshness. And her peculiarity almost accuses her that all her shyness is faked, as long as one of her legs is slightly bent, the temptation will be opened without leaving a trace. Julian felt his blood rush again.Less than ten minutes later, the desire of the flesh hit him strongly again. As soon as he touched her, her body trembled, as if she was innocent at his disposal, but at the same time, like layers of petals, she was wrapping him rhythmically and breathing him. The inside of her body gave him the feeling of a thread of fire in the water, burning in an impossible place, igniting all his passions, just like her pink face, a kind of otherworldly beauty.After he entered her, he felt that he was like waves jumping again and again, he couldn't control himself, her sex made his heart unbearable, within a few minutes, he vented again.  When Julian's breath settled, he felt hungry.He arrived in Beijing at noon, went straight to Min's house, and then went to the hotel without eating.He wanted to look for his watch to see what time it was, but Min's hand held him back: "Let's eat first, there's a good restaurant downstairs here." "I'll listen to you." Julian said softly. The two put on their clothes and left the room one after the other. Julian had expected Min to be disappointed by his performance, but she walked ahead with such a joyous stride that it lifted his spirits too. Min doesn't wait for the elevator.As she led Julian down the stairs, the wide fur collar of her coat was turned up like a fancy hat, the fringe shining white and making her black eyes very vivid.She couldn't find the restaurant on the ground floor and got lost.Her happiness overflowed all over her body, and she couldn't hide it even if she wanted to.With the help of the waiter, I finally arrived at the restaurant and finally found a satisfactory seat. Julian sat down, and Min was opposite.On the table is a bunch of begonias raised in the greenhouse.Northern China is unbelievably beautiful!He looked out of the large glass window, seeing Beijing for the first time. The deep blue sky, the winter sun, the light brown ground, the light yellow trees, the bamboo forest is olive green, the Chinese pines and cypresses are as quiet as bonsai, and the street is far away. The ancient city tower with multi-layered eaves can be seen, which is almost as high as the Arc de Triomphe.There are many taxis, rickshaws, and cars of all kinds, but there are obviously fewer Westerners than in Qingdao and Shanghai. After Min ordered the food, he also looked out the window with Julian.At the entrance of the alley diagonally opposite to this big hotel, some people carry bamboo baskets to sell snacks, and some people sell wintersweet. The branches are tied together with grain and grass. In the cold air, the golden flower buds are particularly eye-catching. "It's fine for you to wear a long gown." Min's voice was extremely low. "Really?" Julian saw that Min was holding back a smile. "It's very interesting, mainly because you are too big." As she spoke, she suddenly covered her mouth with her hand, muffled a cry, and motioned Julian to look out the window with her eyes, where a huge Bactrian camel was strutting down the road. "The ancient capital of Beijing is a bit like Paris. The streets are even wider than the Champs Elysees." Julian said repeatedly, "It's so interesting and strange." Min smiled and looked at Julian.When she returned to Beijing, where she grew up, she was a different person, with relaxed conversation and elegant demeanor, and her expression was not as reserved as before.His elbow knocked over a bowl, rolled to the edge of the table and fell to the ground. She was watching, but she didn't have time to pick it up, didn't want to pick it up, or grabbed it on purpose.The bowl fell to the floor, but it didn't break. "You see I'm getting silly," he said, picking it up. "It's a good omen." She grabbed his hand happily.They intersect finger to finger. Julian cursed in his heart, why are the seats separated in this restaurant?He looked at Min and thought, what a pity he can't show off how beautiful his lover is here.He was sure that Min was the number one beauty in China. The table is full of dishes: fried spring rolls, roasted spring mushrooms, hot spring sprouts, white lotus soup, sunflower tofu, winter melon and shrimp balls, each with its own characteristics.Julian couldn't help feeling emotional, his father, Clive, should have done such things, why did his father only know how to take a lover to Paris?He should come to Beijing and find a Chinese mistress, so as not to spend his life in vain. Is it lunch, or dinner?Around three or four o'clock, Julian and Min barely separated their hands. Her hands were sweating, and her eyes looked at him, full of longing. "You're not enough, my dear, are you?" asked Julian. She didn't answer, but just lowered her head and looked tenderly at the crabapple flowers on the table.She pulled out her finger and slid it in his palm, and he felt that she was writing.He couldn't guess what the word was.But my heart is itchy and hot. Julian put down his chopsticks and reached out with his other hand to caress her face, he was as eager as she was.He felt his organs harden again, against his pants."I can't stand it," he said. Min's face was flushed and she was sweating, and she hissed, "I'm just looking at you like this, the orgasm is coming soon." He seemed to be unable to breathe anymore, as if if he sat down for another minute, both of them would start doing things that couldn't control their bodies.Julian dropped the money, pulled Min away from the table and left.After getting out of the elevator, without looking at each other, they rushed into the hotel room like a race.In the corridors where there is no one during the day in winter, I start to unbutton my coat.Like magic, I don't know how she unbuttoned so many buttons, and when the door closed, she stood in front of him naked, raised her arms towards him, and stood on tiptoe.