Chapter 16 color blindness.2

It is already two weeks later.Lin Baishuang sat at the desk and prepared to reply a letter. With the fountain pen in his hand, he was lost in thought on the blank letterhead in front of him.His brows were slightly furrowed, but there was a smile on his lips.The sunlight coming in from the east window was sifted by the hollowed-out gauze curtains into a mixture of mottled light yellow and gray-black, falling on Lin Baishuang's forehead.It's like some mysterious text. A few hard-covered Western books, magazines with colorful covers, a few invitation cards, and some manuscript paper with a few lines of writing were piled messily on the desk.And on top of all of this, perched high, like a crown on a queen's head, is a piece of light purple letter paper with beautiful handwriting.

This is the letter that Lin Baishuang is about to answer.Although it was only a short letter, Lin Baishuang's thoughtful expression also showed that this short piece of paper had a rather short background. Putting down the fountain pen, raising his head to breathe a sigh of relief, Lin Baishuang's eyes fell on the light purple letter paper.He can almost recite the words and sentences in the letter, and they are just ordinary words of remuneration. There are no difficult problems worthy of such scrutiny, but since this is the tenth letter, Lin Baishuang feels that there should be an unusual one. profound answer.He closed his eyes, recalling the nine communications that went back and forth over the past ten days.From the polite "ask Mr. Lin for advice" to "Tan Tan's own thoughts", every time it expresses a deeper emotional closeness.What's more, there are still two or three good meetings.

Lin Baishuang smiled slightly, two dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth.He picked up the fountain pen and wrote the word "Hui Fang" on the blank letterhead. Suddenly, in front of his eyes, a tall and slender figure appeared, with a slightly resentful look revealing the grievance in his chest.The pen in Lin Baishuang's hand stopped unconsciously.A small voice rang in his heart: "Isn't she cuter? And don't you know her character better?" Lin Baishuang nodded her head as if answering this secret voice.Lovelier, more understanding, he doesn't deny it.However, the fact that he has become more estranged from her recently cannot be erased.He put down his pen, stood up, and walked around the room; he searched for the reason for the growing estrangement.Then the lively round face, innocent laughter, and endlessly bold words all rushed towards him and surrounded him; and in a trance, he also smelled the intoxicating warm fragrance, which finally appeared in his hallucination, It was nine letters that flew in like swallows.

"Because this one is lively and easy to make out with you, did you end up alienating that one instead?" Asking herself like this, Lin Baishuang couldn't help but smile wryly.The meaning of writing a reply letter was put aside for the time being, and he was busy comparing the two people he liked.For a week he had been quite embarrassed by it.Although he corresponded enthusiastically with Li Huifang, every time he wrote a letter, he always thought of Zhao Yunqiu.At first, for some unknown reason—probably because he had known each other for a long time, he thought that Zhao Yunqiu had special feelings for him, so he used the excuse of "why is friendship" to encourage himself to communicate with Li Huifang.But when there were many and dense letters, he was a little confused, and he felt that Li Huifang seemed to be not ordinary to him.Sometimes I thought that there was no letter from Zhao Yunqiu, as if to say "decline" to him, but when I thought about it again, I thought it was Zhao Yunqiu's withdrawn personality.She is silent, she is rational, and she belongs to the kind of characters in the old era who harbor deep affection but refuse to reveal it easily. "Yes, she is the rebellious daughter of the bureaucratic class of the vassals of feudal society!"

Lin Baishuang said to herself with certainty, and returned to the chair in front of the desk.The theories of the social sciences came into play in his mind.He thought of Zhao Yunqiu's family background, and a dark and cold film of bureaucratic family activities appeared in front of him; he seemed to see Zhao Yunqiu isolated in the siege of some concubines and maidservants, and often held back tears, not wanting to. He is willing to show weakness; he seems to see Zhao Yunqiu sitting alone in the lamp thinking of his mother who was abandoned in a lonely home, and he curses her dirty family, her corrupt father, and all the systems and habits of feudal society.

The muscles on Lin Baishuang's face suddenly tightened, blood rushed to his eyes, "excited" Congealed into a lump, rushing in his chest; he suddenly shouted sharply: "Heh! This is how the lonely minister and evil son can develop the courage of perseverance! This is the spark of revolution that will burst out from the ruins of corruption! This is why she took off her embroidered clothes and changed into ashes last year. Cloth uniforms!" Now Lin Baishuang's enthusiasm is completely on Zhao Yunqiu's side.He resolutely picked up the pen and swished down on the long-awaited letterhead, still giving a reward that was nothing more than friendship.

When he folded the letterhead and put it in the envelope, Li Huifang's shadow suddenly flashed in his mind again.But irrelevant.While writing the envelope, he thought more deeply: "Naturally, Li Huifang is not superficial. She has a lively personality, courage, ambition and optimism; but it seems that a newborn baby is not afraid of tigers, because she has not experienced hardships. Because she is the daughter of the emerging bourgeoisie." Such an argument settled the two of them, Lin Baishuang casually put the written letter aside, and glanced at the table in a leisurely manner.Only then did he notice that a lot of things had accumulated unknowingly in the past two weeks. "It's just to be busy with love!" He blamed himself lightly.At the same time, he also felt the pleasure of having come to an end. He quickly picked out an unfinished manuscript from the pile of paper on the table, bowed his head and started writing.