Chapter 9 (Eight)

The apartment has ready-made furniture, an octagonal oak table is an antique, heavy stone vase-shaped monopod, polished yellow, but the top is cracked.Zhao Jue didn't like to use tablecloths, so he put down a large round mirror to make the tabletop, which was just the right size.A narrow strip of calico was spread in the middle, and an orange-red fish was printed on the mustard-yellow ground.Xuan Wang had many ash dishes, one of which was a simple glass dish filled with water and placed on the mirror, with a yellow rose floating on the water.When I set the table in the morning, I couldn't help but think of Hua Jinghua Shuiyue.

They had no children, of course he was disappointed.Deep down in her heart, she always felt that he was leaving to get rid of her. She took out the long disk containing the pots from the refrigerator and placed it on the red fish pattern.The potato salad was also bought from that store, and it was still in the original carton, without a bowl.Lest Eunjuan have no confidence in her craft.I poured two more glasses of Portuguese Sherry, more than enough than the last. There was no tablecloth, so Enjuan took a look and saw that the mirror was spotless, so she picked up the knife and fork. While eating, Enjuan smiled and said, "Why did you go back to the mainland?"

Zhao Jue said with a smile: "Xuanwang has never lived the life after the Communist Party came. He has already gone abroad when he came here. His family is in Taiwan, and he has only been back twice. It is also rare for me to tell him about mainland affairs. He never Talk about that." He also said: "Nowadays the American left is fashionable, students always ask him about the CCP, he thinks for himself, at least in a neutral and objective tone. Maybe it's the psychology of 'behaviourism', pretending to be what he is, and one day he believes in himself if." She didn't say he had an inferiority complex.He taught Chinese, one level lower than those who taught Chinese literature.He teaches Chinese and speaks Jiangxi Mandarin.The CCP has an atomic bomb, and those who have a sense of inferiority are the most proud.

Enjuan smiled and said, "You're fine, you can hold on, and you didn't have a nervous breakdown." Zhao Jue said with a smile, "It's also because we separated two years ago. At that time, his private life was very bad. It's also the atmosphere of students now, otherwise we wouldn't have such opportunities." It is inconvenient for her to say more.Enjuan always has a daughter who is at the age of college. It was a small college town in the Northeast at the time.As soon as he arrived, he first drove the car to be repaired.She had just unpacked her luggage and found that she was missing two necessities. She looked at her watch and it was only half past five, and the pharmacy was still open.I had to walk. In fact, the apartment is not far from the street, but unfamiliar roads always feel farther.

When I came back from shopping, I crossed the main street, which was deserted. There were fields on both sides of the narrow road, and there were no street lights when it was dark, and there were no street signs and billboards to mark it. I got lost.Vehicles are scarce, and it took a long time to pass a slipper-style truck without a heel, and it was not halfway. Just as he was flustered, a large group of male and female students came head-on. With a savior, he hurried forward to ask for directions.Americans have always said that when they ask for directions, their problem is that they give directions blindly, and they will never say that they don't know.What's more, in the university town, strangers are either students, faculty members or family members, and they are not outsiders.These young people were silent, and they could see reservations in the dark, as if they were embarrassed and unwilling to provoke.Zhao Jue was very surprised, so he had to slow down and follow, and then went to ask the people behind him, especially girls, but they all ignored them, meaning to.

In the past two years, because of the Vietnam War, it is not surprising that young people have any attitude.She is an oriental, maybe they all hate orientals except the Viet Cong.Thinking of this in her heart, she had no other choice, so she had no choice but to follow along temporarily, her feet tightened and slowed down, hoping to meet someone who talked a lot, or to go to a place where there were people.Most of them were empty-handed, and some carried pouch-style schoolbags with thermos bottles and the like exposed inside.Strange that they don't talk to themselves - or is it because she's here?I received a letter from He Surong many years ago, and I was looking forward to the bonfire party, but it was really unpleasant to meet him at the end of the world.

There was a forest in front, and tall gray and white tree trunks could be vaguely seen in the darkness.Adjacent to Canada, in the new autumn in the northern country, the sky becomes a bit cold and smoky when it gets dark.She felt wrong and went further and further away.Concentrated, he finally turned around and walked back. After a while, he had already left the silent team. One person fumbled blindly, and after a long while, the street was in sight again. This time I finally found my way home.