Chapter 5 (Four)

She was a little shy and told her parents that a classmate was about to graduate and wanted to give some gifts.Her parents also knew the custom of dragging friends in their school, and they all smiled, but they didn't want to spend too much money, so they put a pair of unpopular silver vases on the stove in her room, which were from when they were married. As a gift, I took it and re-engraved a few lines, and gave it to her as a gift.She felt that although this gift was very valuable and a bit silly, she was really embarrassed to say anything else.Sure enough, the school was rumored to be a laughingstock—a pair of silver vases as a graduation gift, but not a silver shield?It was the handwriting of the local rich man in Jiangbei.

He Surong paid much attention to it.During the summer vacation, Zhao Juewan never expected that she would call and say that she would come to see her. Zhao Jue combed her short hair hastily, and changed clothes, but they were neater and there was nothing to prepare.After staying there for a while, Nobu went downstairs and waited in the guest room, standing by the window and watching.The house is not facing the street, and there is nothing to see.Suddenly seeing a white shadow flashing between the gaps in the bamboo fence, I knew immediately that it was her.In fact, I have never seen her in white clothes.

Zhao Jue went to the gate and waited.The garden is quite big, and there is still a period of time before the outflanking, so I feel flustered waiting. The asphalt car road was flanked by low holly walls, and a rickshaw turned a corner and was dragged under the tall gray brick porch, the wall was covered with green creepers.He Surong nodded and smiled at her in the car, and she was indeed wearing a white cheongsam. After entering and taking a seat, He Surong grunted softly with a smile: "Why is it so big?" Although it is an old house with old furniture, it is still a parquet floor.After the maid made tea, it became quieter and there was no sound at all.

He Surong told her that she was going to Peking to go to university and asked her to write to her. He only sat for a while and left. The summer vacation is not over yet, but a letter has already arrived from Beijing.Zhao Jue recognized the handwriting on the envelope—the sky-blue writing was large, with cursive—surprised and delighted, he hurriedly opened it.Although the characters are large, the letter paper is narrow and small—a piece of plain paper that is as clear as water, without any cloth pattern, but fine and white, and quite thick—there are as many as three sheets: Jue, (!!Zhao Jue never thought that the advantage of a single name is that it is very affectionate when it is just called by name)

I have been in Peking for almost three weeks.The atmosphere here is very different from that of the Clean School, and it is full of vitality. I hope you can come after graduation.There are many extracurricular activities, and the bonfire party has a very good atmosphere, you will definitely like it. ... Zhao Jue watched in ecstasy.She never even thought about whether Zheng Shujing also went there. On the one hand, she remembered for some reason, and vaguely heard that He Surong leaned to the left. The last time the pro-Communist female writer Agnes Schmidt came to the school to give a speech on her trip to northern Shaanxi, it was He Surong who invited her. here.Zhao Jue was not interested in politics, and didn't even listen to He Surong's words, but at this moment, she suddenly had a feeling that the bonfire party that attracted her was not a romantic atmosphere, but the leftist discussion and propaganda amidst the blazing fire.

She had always developed a resistance to preaching.There is church every morning in the school, and there is an evening church after dinner. It's just a student preaching, so you don't have to go. Someone comes to Raff.She has also been there twice, once, to take half an hour of mathematics, physics and chemistry. Enjuan has never preached to her. She read the letter several times and gradually understood it.Leftist students are recruiting soldiers, and He Surong must be thinking that her family has money, so that she can donate money in the name of saving the country, so she is going to recruit her.

She felt that she was taken for a fool, and she didn't even reply to the letter, didn't tell anyone, and didn't mention Enjuan. She graduated without further education.Her parents had far-sightedness and knew that the more they were afraid that their daughter would not be able to marry, the sooner they had to do it.Who doesn't like twenty-eight beauties?Even if it is not good, "Eighteen No Ugly Girls".Therefore, I have spotted the target early, and started as soon as I graduated.The other party is also for money. She doesn't want to.There was a lot of trouble at home, and she was confined.She was sick with anger, and when Enjuan Yizhen came to see her, she made an exception to let them in, probably because Enjuan used to come here often, and her mother always praised her when she saw her.

Zhao Jue shed tears on the pillow. Enjuan comforted her, "Don't worry. It will be all right now." Zhao Jue couldn't help smiling wryly.Enjuan is familiar with the novels of Victoria's time, thinking that if she falls ill, her parents will change their minds. They all went to Saint Francis University, but classes were suspended because of the Shanghai War. Not long after that visit, Zhao Jue ran away from marriage, very embarrassed, hiding in several relatives' homes, not daring to stay longer, for fear of embarrassing others.Enjuan asked her to go for a walk in a nearby cemetery. She didn't bring out her winter clothes. She was wearing her uncle's suit and old black overcoat. Determined, after the haircut, I cut off the remaining curly hair by myself. It is short enough to look like a man, but the back of the head is zigzag.

A lanky old White Russian man suddenly appeared and shouted at her in English: "Get out!" He must have been guarding the cemetery. Surprised and angry, she also muttered in English: "What are you doing?" They ignored him, turned around, and he blocked the way at the end of the path again, with his gray and yellow water chestnut beard curled up, staring at Zhao Jue and yelling: "Get out!" She was so embarrassed that she could only mutter: "What's the matter with this man?" Enjuan just laughed.They turned the corner again and ignored him. It never occurred to Zhao Jue that it was because she was neither male nor female, which made him suspect that she was the Mo Jing Party.

Eun-juan talks about her nursing wounded soldiers in Dachang. "One was only eighteen years old, and three fingers were blown off—it hurts! He also had a big wound on his leg, but it wasn't like 'Ten Fingers', that really hurt. He was so nice, he didn't say a word, he never said What. Do something for him, and still look apologetic, as if he is suffering. He is also pretty."