Chapter 2 2 Huang Biyun--Romance in the Prosperous World

"This apprentice, Miss Cheng has something to talk to me about, so you can come next time." Fang Guochu said from afar. · Zhou Zuer turned sideways and gave Fang Guochu a sideways glance. Fang said to Shujing, "I'll look for you again." Then he took up the big bag containing the squash racket and walked into the sun. The door of the classroom was closed, and Shu Jing felt that the room was pale.Fang Guochu said, "Where do you like to eat?" She just lowered her head and smiled. He took her to an Italian restaurant in Central.Shu Jing sipped the white wine, the two were silent.He had probably run out of words in class.He suddenly said, "Your white velvet skirt is so beautiful." Shujing raised her head and smiled.He may be familiar with Lenin and Trotsky, but he can't even tell the difference between fluff and wool.Shu Jing said, "Your red leather tie looks good too." In fact, he is wearing a gray-blue silk tie.Fang Guochu was startled, and then he couldn't help laughing.

At the end of the semester, Shujing suddenly felt that the Christmas holiday was too long.She didn't know whether she missed the homework Fang Guochu gave her, or his people.Over and over again, she walked past his office and couldn't help but stop, but she couldn't see him.Therefore, Shujing took the courage to develop the habit of visiting his office every day.Shujing just looked at it like this, leaning against the door, as if leaning against a person.Until one day she met him. Fang Guochu turned out to be much taller than her.He lowered his head and said with a smile, "Why do you come every day? I saw you in the newspaper reading room opposite."

Shujing's face flushed.He came closer and said, "Since you're here, don't leave." Shu Jing found that she could walk into his arms by leaning forward a little.She takes a step back.Fang Guochu was still smiling, and he didn't push forward because there was no such need. He prepared afternoon tea for her, because Fang Guochu's dormitory is all British-style buildings, with large white wood-framed floor-to-ceiling windows, and wisteria flowers on the walls, and the sunlight is thin. Shujing knows that this is a British-style conspiracy: his living room is so clean and tidy , there was a pair of brand-new embroidered silk sleeping slippers on the carpet, Shujing was startled looking at it, a little regretful, why did she come to his house for afternoon tea.

But he only showed her some old photos. He circled himself with a red pen and said to Shujing: "This is Fang Guochu. The most popular Trotskyist in Hong Kong in the 1970s. Look, does it look like it?" Shujing She wanted to say: "You're much older." But she didn't say it, she just reached out and touched his face, and he grabbed her, and she said: "May I have another bad milk tea." Drag and kick over.Shujing took off her shoes and rubbed her bare feet on the carpet, but she felt hot and itchy. When he came back, she put on the pair of goose yellow embroidered pink Lang Jinxiang sleeping slippers.Shujing never drank that cup of milk tea. After she got dressed again and returned to the living room, the milk tea was already so cold that she couldn't help shivering. Fang Guochu hugged her tightly. He never imagined that she could be a Such a passionate woman.Leaving so many fine tooth marks on his body,

Until the end of the vacation, Fang Guochu never looked for Shujing. He was afraid that she would be the kind of old-fashioned woman who would hold on to her once he had physical relations with her. She would still be his student next semester, so he couldn't afford to cause such trouble.But he still looks at the newspaper reading room every day, looking forward to Shujing's tall and thin body. He misses her body's coldness and calmness, like water.She didn't show up, Fang Guochu suddenly wanted her very strongly. When seeing Shujing again, Fang Guochu noticed that Shujing had cut her hair, and her eyes became very clear. She called him: "Mr. Fang." Then she handed him a small paper and nothing else.Then he turned and left.She just looked back at him. If Fang Guochu wanted to love this woman's soul, he would definitely fall in love with such a pair of gentle and firm eyes, but he hasn't made up his mind yet, and he doesn't feel the need to make a decision about any woman.

There will be no introductory class next semester, Shuzheng only comes to him once a week, he gives her the bibliography, she gives him a report, and the two of them exchange papers silently.Shujing's homework is very detailed, and the bibliography includes works published in 1984, so Fang Guochu has to catch up.He couldn't help feeling a little resentful, carrying a big burden for no reason, both at work and mentally. Shujing came and went like this, as if nothing had happened. Even Fang Guochu suspected that she had never touched her. That day Shujing said that she couldn't find Stuart Hall's article, so Fang Guochu said, "Come to my house to get it. .” Shujing bowed her head in silence.Fang Guochu was not sure at this time, he had touched her.He reached out to touch her shoulder.She dodged and said, "Please bring the book to the office next time." Fang Guochu stretched out his hand, not knowing how to advance or retreat for a moment, he couldn't help asking: "Why?" As soon as the words came out, he regretted it, but there was nothing he could do.Shuzheng just looked at him, his eyes were gentle and sure.After a while, she turned slightly to one side, said: "Thank you." Then she closed the door and left.

He opened the door to chase her, and found that she was walking with a man with a honey-colored skin and a racket on his back. Fang Guochu couldn't help gnashing his teeth, how could he not get her.