Chapter 14 image of rainbow

During this period, their lovemaking was very harmonious, and even the climaxes came at the same time, and they did not complain about the shortness of the affair.Days pass with meaning and days disappear quickly.Julian felt that their relationship was beginning to be free again: a pure sex, a pure sexual enjoyment. Min said on a rainy morning that because the two of them had very strong desires, if they were to conceive, it would definitely be a daughter.The child should be given a name with special commemorative significance. There is a passage in "Book of Songs Mao's Notes" that impressed her deeply: the sun and the rain meet, and suddenly become quality.It is when the qi of yin and yang are inappropriately handed over and handed over, it overwhelms the obscene qi of the world.

"It's the image of the rainbow - Hong." She wrote "Hong" on the paper while talking. Min speaks Chinese with elegant demeanor and mysterious eyes. "The Book of Songs Mao's Notes" also said, "Yanhong is in the east. But people dare not point it out. It is worse than adultery. People should not understand." She laughed, "You see, I am doing it for myself and for our actions. excuse." This is Min's way of speaking, using ancient poems to imply that he "runs away" and goes far away. All Julian could say was that he didn't understand it all.But it was this morning that he understood that Min desperately wanted to be with him.

Rainbows often appear across bays, mountains, and bays.In Qingdao, a city with hundreds of bays, in spring and summer, the sun often appears before the rain stops.Looking at Xiaoyu Mountain with brilliant rainbow colors, it has always been majestic. Sometimes it rises from the hillside to the zenith, and sometimes it embraces the earth in a semicircle. When the rainbow was in the sky, Julian poetically thought that it was their daughter. He looked up at it with kindness, simplicity, compassion and love, and felt that the world was as beautiful as the rainbow.Looking up, looking up, he can't help calling out the Chinese pronunciation of this word, "Hong". 

Julian Bi Min couldn't hold back, and asked, "Is there any?" "What?" Min was a little surprised, "You mean the child. I'm not that stupid, I haven't unlocked the gargoyle." Min said lightly, "Of course not pregnant, until it is convenient for you - get married first, Another child. Can't make her an illegitimate daughter, can you?" He was seen through by Min, and he was extremely annoyed. He was really not going to say that the child should have a secular and legal father.This prerequisite should not exist in his life, nor in his thinking.

As soon as the two started kissing that day, it ended. "Then you're just trying to pick up yang and nourish yin." Julian was even more annoyed at having sex with Min Wuxin. "Don't say stupid things." Min Ping said calmly, "If we really love each other, there must be a solution." Min bluntly proposed to elope, go to Hong Kong, to the UK, to the United States, she has enough money and will not have financial difficulties, and she can go to any corner of the world outside of China.She couldn't stand the furtiveness, couldn't stand an hour of fun, she wanted more hours.

What is needed is time, but what is actually needed is his whole being. She was no longer kneeling in front of him, like a concubine or concubine, the Min who regarded him as the emperor, she faced him, waiting for his answer, this time she didn't let him get out of the way. "It's very unlikely." Julian was Julian after all, and he had always been nicknamed Heartbreaker, as his mother had called him.He said to Min, who turned pale, but still stood still, the reason was simple, because their marriage would not be happy, he never thought that marriage, any marriage in itself was worthwhile, before the age of forty, if he If he could live to be forty, he never wanted to think about it.Elopement without marriage is of no use to her.

"No, I'll be where you are." She began to speak desperately.She was so emotional that he would overwhelm his resistance and often change him, so he tried not to look at her. This was the first time Julian had seen Min lose his self-control.At first, she spoke with a forced smile, but later, she couldn't maintain her composure.Her voice trembled, and she almost burst into tears at the end.Her English was also messed up, which made Julian even more unbearable—he hated women's hysteria the most.No matter how romantic the relationship is, it cannot withstand a woman's attack.

She said that she was going to commit suicide. After her mother died, she had been unable to heal this kind of dark wound. When she was at the funeral, this idea occupied her mind.Julian's coming to Qingdao relieved her, but now his ruthlessness strengthened her mind.He didn't take her seriously, just as an affair or an affair, or even a letter, one more letter, to add a foreign experience. "I want to eat potassium cyanide." She said slowly, "I will die in front of you." What a blackmail!Julian was furious.When did Min peek at his suicide note!This is the last thing he wants anyone to see, and it is always carefully placed in the notebook in the middle of the suitcase.His secret must not be seen by others, because he has not yet implemented the will, or in other words, has not found an opportunity.In this regard, he tried not to explain to himself as much as possible, because no one in this world knows anyway.However, this has always been a heart disease for him, although he never wants to destroy this will. 

Is it possible, she has not seen it.Seeing Min's face, Julian didn't show any mockery. Perhaps, it's just a coincidence. Potassium cyanide seems to be available all over the world. As if answering his question, Min gritted his teeth and added: "I can get it, the Chinese use arsenic!" Min also said that she likes this method of suicide, which is quick and simple, but ending her life like this is actually the cruelest, because there is no way to save her, and she cannot regret it. Without the exasperating possibility of peeking at the suicide note, he would have laughed heartily at that explanation.Suicide is still talking about whether it can be saved or not?Suicide itself as a threat?

But, I'm sorry, the whole time was wrong today.His thoughts were completely occupied by the suicide note, he didn't want to listen to her cry at all, and he didn't care about her trauma and so on.He had reason to be extraordinarily ruthless, indifferent to any woman's threat of suicide.He was interested to see how far and to what extent her threat could go. Besides, it would be foolish for him not to think of suspending his life of sexual freedom and giving up his right to have sex with other women right now.At least he didn't want to until the two-year teaching contract at Qingdao University ended and he returned to the UK.Min won't like promiscuity, she won't tolerate him with other women, and she won't sleep with other men when she loves him.It was her own misfortune, not his.

Julian complained and thought sadly that there is no Chinese woman who can truly have the spirit of a free woman in Bloomsbury. Like his mother, those who are married are only friends, and those who can only be friends are like marriage. Both are long lasting.  For two days in a row it rained continuously.Of course, Julian refused to believe that these were Min's tears, and it was impossible for God to be on her side and think that he was unfair to her.On campus, he didn't have an umbrella, but wore a bamboo hat and a raincoat.He bought the bamboo hat from a local farmer, and he thought this kind of big-brimmed hat was very unique.When the class was over, the students said that there must be heavy rain this afternoon.Julian decided that the rain was getting heavier and he would not go home. There must be a rare quietness by the campus bay. In the strong wind, willows and reeds were shaking and breaking, and lightning was scattered from the large clouds, and the entire Xiaoyu Mountain was covered by rain and fog. Covered and varied, it is a charming light ink Chinese painting. There are several possibilities, one is to send a telegram to mother: "The truth is out", pack up the luggage, and go back to China, regardless of everything; the other is to live together publicly, let Min and Zheng divorce, they get married, and find another university in China The job of teaching English literature; the third is waiting for Min to commit suicide at the National Qingdao University, waiting for people to expose the truth, the teachers and students of the school accused him of betrayal, and then he escaped from China.Is there a fourth option? Of course, he had already prepared it. However, Min didn't seem to be sincere, just a threat, just angry, but it was hard for him to figure out whether she was real or not.Chinese women's concept of chastity, a few years before I came here, I heard from Roger Fry that every place in China has a "martyr's book" that must be included in the history of local history. The heroine is great, she values ​​chastity and reputation more than wealth and life, and love is not worth mentioning. Min would be one of these ancient foolish women?She has received a Western liberal education, and she has Taoist implication as the life criterion, which can dissolve all illusions and false appearances, maintain health and nourish one's nature, and live forever.She was just venting her strong dissatisfaction. in play.But thinking about everything between the two of them, it seems that they are all acting. Isn't the Chinese drama the truth?Really can't tell the difference, at least he can't tell the difference.The raindrops became heavier, but the sky did not darken. Zheng came to meet him, holding an umbrella. He was a little thinner than usual, and the two stopped on the path in the woods by the bay to greet each other politely.The people Julian didn't want to see the most at this time were Min, and of course Zheng.But Zheng didn't seem to know any clues, and his attitude was the same as before, just in a hurry.He walked away and said back to Julian that he admired him after reading his poems and papers, and that he welcomes Julian to visit him if he has time. Julian felt a fever in his heart.His collection of poems was given to Guo Min. When he wrote Fry's aesthetic thesis, he only mentioned a few words with Zheng occasionally in the office building. Some pages were typed by the General Affairs Division as an introduction to Fry's theory. Seen.Zheng's appreciative attitude naturally made Julian grateful.Zheng is a gentleman and a famous scholar, and he has always been kind to him. It's kind of immoral to deceive such a defenseless person.What if Zheng finds out about his affair with Min one day?Wouldn't it be a big blow to his dignity as the head of the department and to his face in the Chinese intellectual circles?He believed that Zheng was rational by nature and would not make too much trouble. In the rainy world, Julian couldn't figure out whether to tell Zheng directly, or continue to muddle along, waiting for Zheng to find out about it one day? People in Bloomsbury most admire More's "Principles of Morality" and take "enjoyment of beauty" as the first moral principle. This principle always conflicts with other ancient moral principles.Julian was very disturbed. Julian walked towards the school gate and hailed a rickshaw.He couldn't bear the decency of the campus, but he also couldn't bear the campus's unrest, sometimes even full of conspiracy.A letter from his mother, the envelope looked a bit strange, Min told him that it must have been opened by one of Zheng's "enemy" professors.This made Julian nervous and angry, and there was no right to privacy in this majestic university.There are too many Chinese, and the Chinese may hate the Chinese, but what can be discovered from his mother's letter? He asked the rickshaw to take him to see the streets with local characteristics, and the driver agreed.He just took the car, and it seemed that after a long time, he seemed to be heading south in Jiaozhou Bay.In some places, there are towering trees, green, and the streets are hidden in the hazy mist.There are not many people on rainy days.The rickshaw stopped and told him to turn left at the intersection.He crossed the street and turned to the left, his eyes lit up, and there was indeed a Hualou Street, with teahouses, restaurants, and various shops, almost all of which were of brick and wood structure. Some doors and windows are hollowed out and carved into antique patterns, and there are archways at the entrance of the street, which are even more colorful.  Enough wandering, full of food and drink, the sky darkened, and Julian came to stand at the pier of the bay.There was still a dense drizzle in the sky, and on the surface of the sea, the rainwater splashed small flowers, which were immediately overturned by the waves of large and small ships.He looked at the time, half past six, or quarter past six.He is drunk.He was standing in front of the ferry waiting for Huangdao.Surrounded by waiting passengers. Julian said to the police: Go?Chinese is only accurate when drunk. "what?" "Boat." "Meiyo, Meiyo." The policeman answered him. The wind lifted Julian's bamboo hat and raincoat, and he pressed the bamboo hat with his hands, letting the raincoat beat against his body in the wind and rain.The wind blows as soon as it is mentioned, just like a person's temper, and the ferry does not open.The benefits of wearing a raincoat in a bamboo hat came out. The passenger umbrellas on the side were either blown over or blown to the bay. Julian could only sit in the waiting room, which was filthy, full of spit, crowded with people who couldn't cross the bay, men's sweat, children's urine, and women's scolding.He wondered why whenever Min was not around, he could see the poverty and mess in China. Two hours later, Julian boarded the ferry.After Jiu Jin was taken away by the wind, there was only a stench in his head, and he became painful and heavy. When the ferry approached Huangdao, he realized that he had completely lost the direction, so he hurried back by the original boat. After arriving in a taxi, I returned to Xiaoyu Mountain, thinking that I would have to have another small glass of brandy when I thought of going home.  Instead of going home directly, Julian came to Min's house and stood in front of a locust tree.There are lights in the living room on the ground floor, with a warm Japanese-style lampshade, and Zheng's figure, but the lights in Min's study upstairs are turned off.This is so strange, how come here?The wine still hasn't woken up, and the rain seems to be there.Julian scolded himself like an infatuated lover, which is me?There was nothing unusual in the house, of course, she was alive.Since he was alive, there was no need to watch under the tree, he gritted his teeth and walked to his own home. Min came every morning, she didn't come for a few days, he suddenly felt a big blank in his life, he was at a loss, he didn't know what to do, he was not used to it at all.Without seeing her, without seeing her, it was difficult for him to be happy. Ten minutes, from house to house.This is the road that Min used to travel in the early morning, and Julian could imagine that Min was not as embarrassed as he is now, like a cow that is dying.She comes every morning, with a naked body, but a beautiful dress, which is different every time.She walked through the bamboo forest and flowers, brushed off the branches, and rushed over from the narrow slope. She must have been running to save time and meet him earlier.But this trail was really difficult to walk, some places were too steep, and it was even more slippery after the rain. No matter how hard she ran up, she didn't pant or cry out. Just about ten minutes away, in another house similar to his house, a woman who was supposed to belong only to him was with another man.They'll have sex, like all couples who've been married for nine years, of course, dull, passionless, formulaic, or like brother and sister?But in nine years, shouldn't the relationship be weak? Either way, Julian couldn't stand it. After entering the door, two servants helped him take off the bamboo hat and raincoat, and they were extremely careful. "Sir, do you want hangover soup?" the wizard asked. Julian waved his hands on the sofa and said, just bring him a glass of French red wine. "What more, sir?" asked the field mouse. "Leave me alone." Julian's temper flared up in a way he had never done before. This is madness, and it would be better to find that bit of potassium cyanide.Otherwise, it would be happy to die in her arms.But then instead of potassium cyanide, let Min use the full set of Taoist internal strength to extract all his yang energy, just like the disgraceful ending of the hero in that book. The red wine is very refreshing, flowing down the throat, and the whole body feels very comfortable.He laughed so loudly that the two servants were startled.He would sacrifice his life for a Chinese woman, even if she is both talented and beautiful, even if there is no second person in the world who can match her in bed.joke!