Chapter 13 (twelve)

After going down the stairs outside the entrance of the tunnel train, and standing on the platform, she began to worry about whether she should hug Ruyi when she was parting. "Yizhen and his wife both teach. I don't know what's going on now. I didn't tell her when I left." I thought of a safe topic. Enjuan said: "Zhiqi didn't come out either." It was only when Zhao Jue mentioned it that he remembered that Yizhen had said that Zhiqi's men had spent all of her mother's money. "My friend who married her brother is not good," Enjuan murmured.She made a wicked grimace. "It's all her brother." He said solemnly with a deep and drawn out voice, "It's a pity that she is so smart." She almost burst into tears as she spoke.

Zhao Jue himself didn't understand why he was so shocked.Did she never know that Enjuan liked Zhiqi?Zhiqi is not a gay person—even if she is gay, what is there to be ashamed of today, especially in the United States?Not to mention their naive unrequited love in the past. She was silent.When mentioning Zhiqi, she remained silent, and Enjuan probably regarded her as jealous—of course as a friend. The train rumbled into the station, and only then did I realize that she was ridiculously worried just now.Enjuan hugged her easily with a smile, the smile was slightly sarcastic or joking, and got into the car.

More than a month later, Enjuan sent a Christmas card, writing on the blank: It was a very pleasant meeting.When I talked about taking my youngest daughter to France, I lost my mind.She also entered the ballet school here.best wishes-- Enjuan "joy"! It's just a casual sentence, a sentence that is typical after receiving hospitality.But the word "happy" stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say it anymore.She sent a New Year's card and wrote on the blank: Enjuan, How was everything going back that day?I saw in Newsweek that Bian was going to Paris for a meeting. I'm afraid I won't be back in time for Christmas?Everything else must be fine.How is everything at home?

Jue Since then they cut off the audio.She knew it when she wrote those two lines on the New Year's card. At some point, she also understood why she was appalled that Enjuan had a deep love for Zhiqi.After the war, she met He Surong in Zhaofeng Park, pushing a baby's caravan by herself, wearing a light-white cheongsam—the last time I met her, she was also wearing white—and wearing rimless glasses, but she was still the same as before, and her hair was still very thick. Short, but the breasts are bigger and too low, which reminded her of what Zhiqi said, which she thought was vulgar at the time: "It was stretched for men."

It was quite far away, and she didn't say hello, but she knew that He Surong saw her too.She is completely indifferent.Although I was very disgusted when I received that letter at that time, it was different from indifference.After falling in love with a man, it is washed clean, leaving no trace. Could it be that Enjuan has never been in love in her whole life? Yes.She is not one to be unfaithful to her husband. Zhao Jue couldn't help thinking of the day when he heard the news that President Gansidy had been assassinated.At about one o'clock in the afternoon, it was heard on the radio that the president had been shot, and it was reported that the president was dead at two or three o'clock.She was washing the dishes at the sink when she heard her own voice say in her head:

"Gassidy's dead. I'm alive, if only washing dishes." is the most primitive comfort.Fuwei with a rough hand, a little scratchy, I don't even feel it.But take it to heart, because it is the truth. But one time later, she saw a photo of Eunjuan on the President’s Yacht Chishan in Time Magazine. She had just boarded the boat, and greeted someone off the camera with a small smile on her waist. She still had a small face with big dimples, but her cheeks were slender. A little more, oriental-colored hairstyle, with a big braid on one side in an enlarged bun - of course the braid is a wig - the feeling of cloud and mud is still a blow to the head, enough for her to bear.