Chapter 20 ten

Sang Yinzhai talked with Huanlian for a while, then saw Huanlian finished writing, and walked out by herself.Thinking it was still early, I went to play in Mr. Lu's garden behind.When he got there, he saw that the door was open, so he walked in.After walking around a lot of flower beds, I suddenly saw Wu Baosheng sitting on the ground under a field of sunflowers.A short coat was spread on the green grass beneath him.Wu Baosheng was lowering his head to write records in a small notebook.Hearing footsteps, he looked up and saw him. "Such a beautiful garden," he said, "so many beautiful flowers, but when I think that they are all experiments, there will be no scenery!"

"We are much more miserable than you!" She closed the notebook, stood up, picked up the coat on the ground, and shook it.Put the small book and pen in the pocket of the coat and say: "Make a record, and it will be a shame if you see it! As for us, we not only have to write it down, but also know in advance when these plants are planted. Life history!" "You went back?" "No, go over there to see some other things." She smiled and said, "You came alone. Do you want to write new poems?" "I can't write poetry. I just like to read poetry." He said, "Let me follow you, you are a poem. Only I can read!"

Wu Baosheng is not the kind of petty girl.She understands the psychology of others too well, so she also has a compassionate and loving attitude born of wisdom.So she encourages young boys, she doesn't kill them.She didn't have the need to kill them. If she found out that the other party was a ferocious wolf, she could dodge it.Because she doesn't want to have the memories of harming others or being harmed by others in her beautiful heart and soul.If the other was an ignorant little white sheep, only a little mischievous, she tamed him and made them both happy.Of course, she also thought: "How naughty this little lamb is!" But this was all about love.

When two people wrestle, injuring or killing each other is not enough to show off their skills.On the contrary, it is difficult and precious to enable the other party to preserve their limbs and to be completely convinced. God bless Wu Baosheng!She has never met a wolf.God bless Sang Yinzhai, his dreamlike and beautiful emotion was fortunately met by Wu Baosheng, so it was never broken.He followed Wu Baosheng on the flower path, he looked at Wu Baosheng's clothes, arms, and soft hair seemed to be talking.They were all saying: "Tell me about your love! Sang Yin House. Don't hesitate, kneel down and admit the secret you have buried in your heart for a long time!" He remembered what the banquet told him two days ago in the field: "Our classmate After several years of research, I discovered a lot of rock-like people, such as Wu Baosheng..." He thought of a poem by Peacock Southeast Fei: "A rock never moves."He immediately wanted to express his secrets in poetry.His thoughts are so chaotic, he is too sensitive and too young.Maybe he could be a poet?Perhaps this bit of spirituality dies very quickly.

"Wu Baosheng, I have a poem!" he said. "Don't mention poetry!" She laughed, stood down and looked at him and said, "I also heard Liang Chongrong tell me a poem!" Now Rouyin House is very embarrassed!He once made up a few limericks, half to joke, and half to make himself happy.He made it up for Liang Chongrong, but he ran away in anger.Liang Chongrong told Wu Baosheng about this.Wu Baosheng understood that Sang Yinzhai was unintentional, but there was no need for this to happen again to her, so she immediately pointed it out to avoid further embarrassment for Sang Yinzhai.Although this little embarrassment is inevitable.

That time was like this: one day when there was an air raid, after the alarm, Liang Chongrong got separated from her female companion on the mountain, just in time to see Sang Yinzhai sitting on the grass with her legs up, leaning on a pine tree and reading a book, so she went to join him , Listening to a long narrative poem by Browning read in Sang Yin's house letter interpretation.In order to have this poem as a medium, Sang Yinzhai's speech is free and fluent, and it unfolds absurdly.This kind of rhetoric is suitable for a lively girl's appetite.The playful Liang Chongrong often smiles.

A small pine leaf fell down and got entangled in her hair. She reached out to pick it up, but she tore a few strands of hair, but she couldn't take it out.Sang Yinzhai raised his head and saw it, so he stopped talking, did not translate the poem, put down the book, pulled out the small pine needles for her, and smoothed her hair.The shiny silk hair made Sang Yinzhai forget to take his hand away. "Don't touch my hair! There's oil on my hair!" Liang Chongrong said, and Sang Yinzhai went on as quickly as he translated poetry before she finished speaking: "Don't touch my hair! I have oil on my hair,

The oil sticks to your hands; it is difficult to wash and rub! Don't touch my roll, I didn't roll it tight today. If it falls apart, what should I say? Don't just rub it on my cheeks!you know! If the pink color is uneven, people will be more concerned! This is even more unsuccessful!Sang Yin house! Rouge, lipstick, all on your face! " How can such nonsense not make people angry?Liang Chongrong stood up and left.It so happened that her sister and some female classmates came over there.Sang Yin's house was left under the small pine tree without even a chance to argue.

Wu Baosheng couldn't help laughing when he thought of what Liang Chongrong said, and she said to Sang Yinzhai, "What kind of poem is that of yours?" "After thinking about it afterwards, I found out that there was a source!" He said excitedly, forgetting the daydream he had just had around Wu Baosheng: "I was in the same style as the Book of Songs' 'Ye You Sheng Mo' and 'Jiang Zhongzi'! " "It doesn't matter if you don't have the same style." Wu Baosheng said with a gentle smile: "There is only one condition for folk songs: 'natural'. The style of your little poems is not bad. Didn't you just say that you have poems again?"

"I can't read it out! I can't!" He said in embarrassment.He blushed suddenly.There is sweat on the forehead. Wu Baosheng pretended not to see, she took out her little notebook again, and said with a smile: "I'm going to take notes again. Do you want to go away by yourself? Think about your new sentence?" "I will! I will!" he said, flustered.He hurriedly turned his head and walked back out of the garden.He thought to himself: "Wu Baosheng is really an angel!" Wu Baosheng said: "Let me have a look when you finish writing. Poems don't depend entirely on inspiration, you have to practice hard." She saw him walking away.He put the notebook in his pocket again.She has nothing to remember at all.

"Sang Yinzhai is not a bad person, he just has such an excitable temperament!" Wu Baosheng thought while inspecting a small plant: "It is easy to deal with a bad person, but it takes a little effort to deal with a good person properly. " "I don't know which girl Sang Yinzhai is going with?" She thought again: "He will make her happy! Yanmei met Dayu, so she might as well have met him! But it's too late now. She She won't pay attention to others. She doesn't even have time to see me. She doesn't even listen to what her husband said. She just runs behind Dayu in three steps at a time! But today, Sang Yinzhai is also a dangerous person. Who If you meet him, you will be unlucky! Really, a boy of about 20 years old is more unstable than a girl of about 20 years old, and he can't figure out his feelings just as much. Who would love such a young man with all his heart? People, whoever is gambling." She was tired, so she sat down on the ridge in front of a dense flax to rest.Looking at the distant sky, meditating. Wu Baosheng probably has never been in love, her heart is just like the blue cloudless sky in the distance.Maybe there was a white cloud or two drifting by?But now there is no trace of it.As if she had once looked blankly at a professor's kind face during class.But there is no lingering sound left at all at this moment, which may have been many years ago.She is like a clear mirror, maybe someone once breathed on it?But it evaporated and disappeared immediately, and never got a foothold on it for a second, and it scattered as it pleased.Of course, many people dream about her demeanor day and night, and many people come to approach her and lean on her.But the result of breathing on the Spiegel is always the same.No matter what kind of love there are always two aspects.And Wu Baosheng seemed to be the only person whom God specially pardoned from Eros.So her mirror has never been dusty. She thought: "Like Sang Yinzhai, it's really interesting to fall in love with one so easily and fall in love with the other. He doesn't necessarily think about love all day long, but when love grows in his heart, he But I can't even stop it! What if I don't stop it? Then what's the matter! "Maybe this is the vocation of men, which God instilled in their bodies. It is promoted by them, and nurtured by women. It is the combination that continues the life of the race. "The continuation of the life of a race is really promoted by a great invisible force. Creatures often work hard for the next generation when their own lives are in danger. Put the long-legged mosquito on the table with your hands. When it flaps its wings in despair , and swept off the black seeds. When the earthworm accidentally climbed onto the scorching ridge of the field, knowing that there was no hope of getting into the hard soil, it arched the ring that gave birth to the next generation of life, and left the scorching field. land, let this part die last." The more she thought about it, the further she went.Suddenly she blushed herself, and she thought: "That kind of novel-like love is simply describing the beautiful flowers, and forgetting that the flowering is for the purpose of making powder and setting seeds. Plants expend so much life energy to make the flowers beautiful in color and strong in fragrance. The sweetness of honey is only for such a purpose. But people only pay attention to pretense and forget the origin! Love may have charms, but at most it is like a charming flower. And her glory and responsibility come after blooming! "Maybe I won't be in love. I'm too sorry for the stupid smart people in love. And the smart stupid things they do. But what about my honor and duty? "How funny! This man Yu Mengqin, he boasted about honor and responsibility in the posters. He seems to have no common sense of biology. He even seems to be a grandson cut out of a stone, not a creature with parents. He doesn't seem to be a segment of the line of race! He doesn't understand how deeply biology has influenced philosophy in the past hundred years! He is completely evading responsibility, and he talks about honor and responsibility. Not only is he irresponsible, but even Mr. Jin They were all attacked by him! "If it's me? Huh! Why don't you get to know the confusion of all smart people first, but don't fall in love yourself." "Responsibility? Just do it! Anyway, women can at most take half of the responsibility! If there is that half, I will take out my half!" "What kind of words are these!" She was taken aback by herself!Stick out your tongue.It seemed that the words just now were said by another naughty and cunning girl coquettishly to her.She hurriedly covered her mouth, but she didn't say anything, she looked around with her eyes, fortunately there was no one. She looked at her watch, it was getting late.After a moment of silence, he was ready to get up and go back.Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching the flax field and stopped, so he stopped there to talk.The flax leaves are so dense that they cannot be seen through.She thought: "Who is here again? Once this door is opened, it cannot be closed!" I listened again, and recognized the voices of a man and a woman.She didn't think it was good to go over and disturb her, and she guessed that they wouldn't stay for too long.If he walked out immediately, he would go out and lock the door by himself.He sat there patiently. After sitting for a while, I calmed down and could clearly hear what I was talking over there.One is Yu Mengqin, and the other is Lin Yanmei, who he got along with day and night last year.She would have liked not to listen.But it's not easy to come out, so I can only listen. "Meng Qin!" Lin Yanmei raised her voice and said, "Your words really make me worry about you! I still can't figure out your temper! I really want to travel all over the world to find someone who can understand you completely. Let him relieve your pain. Sometimes thinking of your sorrow keeps me awake at night. You can lead so many people, but you can't cure your own heart disease! I tell you, you will come to the What you did late was deduced according to reasoning. It is not surprising that you should be able to deduce these reasons with your knowledge! This is just the work of a computer. But what should you do with your never-settled heart? How to deal with it? Have you thought about it? This job may be a little more difficult! Maybe only a person who can repair computers can do it! Your own illness is not serious! Others are worried about you, and you probably don’t know it! " "I don't know!" he said.His voice is so rough.This surprised Wu Baosheng.She never expected that the content of the conversation between the two lovers who had attracted the attention of the whole school was like this.She felt sorry for Lin Yanmei, who was so aggrieved in her tone, and also pitied this severe and unhappy man. "I don't know I'm sick, I just know I'm responsible, who is worried about me? Who should be worried about me? How can he have extra time and energy to worry about me? Didn't he relax his responsibility? The blacksmith should Strike iron, farmers should farm! Who should be responsible for this futile rush? More and more childish words! I want to temper everyone into steel, but you will become weak first! Whose responsibility is for people to worry about? " "What you said was childish!" Wu Baosheng almost laughed: "Say, Yanmei, you said: 'I should be worried about you. A woman who can handle a irascible man well is a sage!'" She I think so.Although Lin Yanmei was not with her these days, she never stopped thinking about her sister. Lin Yanmei has already said: "Do you hear your own voice? Is this the tone that a healthy and happy person should have? You are getting angry! I always wonder that when you speak on stage, there is Such a gentle gesture, such a persuasive and melodious voice, it is such a terrifying appearance when we are alone! Meng Qin! At first I often cried, and I was often afraid that you would torture me to death. I felt unfortunate. I would rather To be an audience in your sermons, not to be your assistant, whom everyone admires. Now my concern for you has conquered my terror. I think I am at least helping them to obey you and obey you. In addition, there is another responsibility!..." "Yanmei!" Yu Mengqin stopped her work: "I didn't understand you before! Why are you willing to take your precious time to worry about a single person? Why do you often bring the topic to me? You attract me I am irritable, and I am not allowed to be irritable? Let me tell you, I think twice about everything I do. If you want to convince me, you have to find out my mistakes first! If the work I promoted is not wrong, then your last Well, the way to stabilize me is to try to implement my words. Computer? What’s the point! As long as you can calculate the answer! Am I angry now? I’m angry now, and I’m not fake at all! One in a hundred thousand! This kind of girlish and weak words come out of your mouth! My tone, posture, you will pick on such trivial things? I am really disappointed! Yanmei, you really disappoint me! "Lin Yanmei didn't answer for a while. Such words are really injustice, Wu Baosheng imagined what Lin Yanmei endured, and couldn't help tears dripping on the back of her hand: "It's a girl!" She thought: "Girls' love affairs are really the source of distress!" She really wanted to At this moment, she stepped forward to save her sister back to her own warmth.But does her sister want to?She also thought that if it was not appropriate to show up today, in order not to embarrass Yanmei, at least in the future, when she met Dayu, she would have to subdue his inhumanity as a classmate of four or five years, just for her sister happiness, she should do the same. "Alright! Let's leave you alone." Lin Yanmei said very softly: "What's wrong with Master Huanlian's words just now? 'Don't miss the big event under your heels!' His purpose is the same as yours, and his compassion, There is only more enthusiasm than you! 'Don't forget your responsibility!' Isn't this the topic you preach all day long? How is it different from his words? He can make people go to a goal, and you are also helping others to reach a goal. Go in that direction. But he is willing to forgive Fu Xinchan's mistakes and still give him warm encouragement, and you will argue with him. In order to read a word, read such a sentence written by him, there will be so many arguments, You really don’t know how many arguments you will have to start in your life! But let me tell you, you have failed in this argument. Can you say that Master Huanlian’s method is wrong? What do you do? Kill Fu Xinchan? Kill Song Jiejun ? Then you think about it, who is more successful? Is it Huanlian, or you? Buddhism accepts people who turn back, and the Bible tells the story of the prodigal son. You are stubborn. "Perfect!" "Perfect!" Non-stop! So you are always in pain!" "This sentence can still be discussed." Dayu has this kind of advantage, once he reasoned, he became peaceful. "The method is Huanlian's right, and you can't see it, what I did is exactly this method. But in principle, we must pursue perfection! When blaming others, I want to hope that he will eventually go to the end. It’s just the right way. When you blame yourself, you must ask for perfection! Perfection! If someone can be valued by you, and he is indeed a person who maintains the qualifications for perfection, you should expect him to do so. Otherwise, he should feel ashamed! Shame I have lost the qualification to pursue perfection! "Yanmei! You are a qualified person. I don't ask you to forgive my harshness, but I want you to appreciate my straightforwardness! Today's argument in the Magic Lotus Room is for him, but for you, you Don't you know?" "I know!" Yanmei whispered.It can be heard that there is a grateful tone: "This is what I got from my pilgrimage to Jerusalem today." Yu Mengqin is a straightforward person, he doesn't know how to be humble, just like he doesn't know how to caress.In this case, he just stood up and accepted it.He is even more indifferent to this kind of love. Slowly, I heard them go.Wu Baosheng thought for a while before standing up, she thought: "I also think it's good for the prodigal son to turn back, but it's not as bright and cute as Baibi Wuxia. Yu Mengqin's words are good. The couple of lovers can also say what they say It’s a love talk, but the style is different. Sang Yinzhai uses poetry, he uses words. No! He simply scolds to praise his lover! Huanlian is also a wonderful person. He can say things of tolerance. This pair of lovers blames everything If there is a tragedy, how about Xiao Fan with Zhou Tiyu, Feng Xinxian with Shen Jia!" Wu Baosheng is a happy person, at least she is not troubled.These benefits are due to her nature and health.She can calmly think about this set of overheard conversations, and she can also calmly forget it.She stands here with a joyful oblivion, just like this piece of fine flax beside her. Think about Yu Mengqin being so irritable and angry, why bother?Think about the whole school's frowning faces, why bother?Think about how Lin Yanmei practiced so hard, why bother?There is a full personality here.She is perfect.She has a clear goal.She is the most conscientious worker.She is efficient and has a good temperament.She has inner confidence and self-cultivation.Say she is blessed, yes.But why are many others so blessed?Everything about her was above the standards that Yu Mengqin advocated.And she has a happy face that Yu Mengqin couldn't find under the strong wind.She is happy and admirable. A character like this will naturally shine into the eyes of the suffering group, and of course some people also look to her for hope.Xiao Tong said: "We are now in the dark age. And Wu Baosheng is a star. Only by looking at her can we maintain the concept of 'light'. Otherwise, 'light' will be an inconceivable thing and be removed from the dictionary Already!" Wu Baosheng locked the garden gate and went back.She went back to display her crystal brilliance.This is her job.Just as it is Yu Mengqin's job to spur his classmates.And her work is effortless.She is not Qiufeng, but Chunyang.The snow melts in her warmth.The grass and trees sprouted.All was silent as she gave orders.Quiet and lively.Spring is blazing.But the loveliness of spring can only be discovered after autumn and winter.Wu Baosheng is spring. But it's not spring now.This is exactly 1941, the end of the 30th year of the Republic of China. This is the time when the city of Kunming became crazily prosperous and sinful, it was the time when the students were at their worst, and the school's glory was at its bleakest.But within the school, this is the time of the autumn wind.He swept away the leaves.He used violence to check the qualifications of each grass to survive in the next spring.He combines construction with destruction, and he removes dirt and dirt.And forged goodness. In December of this year, when the Bird of Peace sent by Japan to the United States was still drinking champagne, the big surprise attack by the Japanese navy, army and air force was ready and was about to reach its destination.On December 8, Pearl Harbor was raided, and at the same time several beacons were raised. The smoke of war was burning all over the Pacific Ocean. Guam fell on December 11, and Wake Island fell on the 23rd.Kowloon, Hong Kong was also captured by sneak raiders on the 25th. This is no small firecracker.This is a sound of spring thunder.Students are very active.What used to be done in secret can now be done in the open.The students who left school, especially the fourth-year students of the Department of Foreign Languages, were almost all found in the institutions of the Allied Army.Sang Yinzhai also put on his military uniform.Poetry also changed style.On January 2nd of the following year, the Japanese army entered Manila and fell into Singapore on the 15th.The Chinese army brought a group of students as translators and marched into Burma in February.They walked on the road that Song Jiejun and others had walked before, and also passed through the forest that Ling Xihui passed through.In February, the rainy season has not yet arrived.The sunshine in northern Myanmar is just right.I don't know how many people like Sang Yinzhai have been sent out by the school. When there were more people wearing military uniforms on the Burma Road, there were fewer speculators.When the national army continued to march into Burma, those merchants sold the smuggled goods in Kunming.The direction of the war is already clear.During the winter vacation, the middle school students threw away their books and went to serve in the combat field. Slowly the rainy season came to Kunming again.The school reabsorbed the students back, and the school used these few words to comfort the students.It is easy to see the painstaking efforts of the school authorities in these words: "You already love your new job. You already understand the value of past academic achievements. We now allow you to work after school, just like in the military you allow students to study after work. You work to protect this freedom In order to protect this free education in our country, the purpose of our education is exactly the same. "You should be able to finish your last lesson with peace of mind until the order comes to recruit you to leave. But you can't leave the group by yourself. In case you can't get it when you are finally given a chance to ask for knowledge, and you can't find it when you are called your turn. "We try our best to give you the most suitable job. Perhaps a person with high ability can only play the minimum role. At that time, you must understand the responsibility of your knowledge, and don't give up self-study, but always be regarded as a minimum person. 'used! "Maintain your school life as long as possible!" The school also stipulated the method of taking a leave of absence from school to serve in the military.Retain school status for those who serve in the military, and formulate methods for their self-study.In the school, according to the lingering power of the strong wind blown by Yu Mengqin last semester, classes were held normally and nervously.And the boring and lonely feeling in the hearts of the students disappeared.Everyone noticed the activists again.I also often think about how to make myself a capable person as quickly as possible.They seem to know the meaning of the hard work in the past after many years of hard work, so they smiled happily. Students have hosted several very successful fundraising fairs to raise funds for their support efforts.At this time Lin Yanmei became everyone's favorite again.Her work, her attitude, are all touching.They won't have a spring party this year.Lin Yanmei's dance was moved to the fundraising funfair outside the school.Her brilliance is better than last year. The rainy season is here again, bringing shocking showers, and refreshing drizzling rains.It also brought Ximu Mountain to irrigate and dredge the river, and the continuous heavy rain.The vegetation that was blown dry by the wind season revived again, and the dust accumulated by the wind season was also washed away.The river was full and fast again.The leaves are green and fragrant. The spring feeling hidden under the warm soil is wriggling again.This restless, elusive spring flow was felt very keenly by the people on campus.It's making trouble in front of your eyes?Buzzing in the ears?Stumbling around in action?Not at all.The restless, mischievous Spring sprite is no easy feat.It seems that when you take off your heavy winter clothes and don't intend to wear them any more, he attacks you, and he teases you so that you don't know what to do; when you walk, you want to jump lightly like a swallow in the spring breeze.When sitting alone, I would like to smile like a flower.I want to mess with the branches and leaves and I want to touch the tender grass.Because this naughty little elf is messing with us!It's tickling us! At this time, Yu Mengqin, who has roared all winter, is like the poet who chanted in the shade of flowers and sun in the silent spring painting, a little tired of spring inspired by the seasons.He couldn't think of a line of poetry, but he relaxed his sleepy mind and watched the flowers blooming half asleep, and felt that the lines of poetry were not important.His duties left him again.The life in the verse flows into the real life. The students in the school suddenly experienced the true meaning of hard work from the ignorant toil. With the sound of spring thunder, every grass came out of the soil, although they were not as tall as the soil around them.However, having been exposed to wind and sunlight, they all know how to grow.Of course, the cultivation in the soil for one winter, the achievements of autumn wind and snow cannot be buried, but where is winter?How difficult it is to remember! Right in front of the sleepy Yu Mengqin, in the pile of dead leaves he swept away, new plants sprouted again, sprouted, grew leaves, and bloomed.Lin Yanmei's brilliance this year surpassed that of last year.Lin Yanmei, who was admitted to the first grade with the same academic ability, is the treasure in the hearts of the students in the school this year, the pride of the teachers, and the symbol of the United University in the eyes of people outside the school. Her voice and appearance are the basis of association for classmates to love the school. "Let her grow up well on campus!" is the wish of all the people in the school. Spring is warm and flowers are blooming.Reflecting the shadows flowing on the pool in the campus, the roses appeared in front of everyone's eyes again.Everyone remembered the scene of the spring party last year, and also recalled the spring and autumn rains of this year.Sneak in silence and rest for a while.Everyone wished for their memories of a safe and sound year, and also prayed for Lin Yanmei's future happiness. There are often people looking at the flowers by the pond.It is also common for someone to whisper something to the flowers that others cannot hear clearly.But still no one accepted it. In the happy activities in spring, Yu Mengqin looked clumsy.Backstage Lin Yanmei's makeup was to ask her sister Wu Baosheng to accompany her.After she dressed herself up, she also conveniently put a flower on her sister's hairline.In the foreground is still accompanied by Fan Kuanhu.It is still his gorgeous singing that accompanied his dance.They also wrote their own screenplays.The theory in the classroom is put on the stage.Feng Xinxian, Zhu Shiqiao, etc.'s vivid writing oppressed the audience to follow their thoughts!Pressing their pockets to buy the education given on stage.The students performed several plays over spring break. On this day, after Fan Kuanhu and Lin Yanmei previewed a scene of the newly written play from the auditorium, the sky was only about four o'clock in the afternoon.The two came out and sat on the grass by the pool looking at the roses.Fan Kuanhu wanted to change the dialogue in the play.Lin Yanhai laughed that he didn't miss the meaning in the play.She paused.Come to think of it, one sentence is a bit difficult to utter.She said: "You have taken advantage of everything, what else do you want to change? When the curtain opened, I dressed up as best I could, knelt in front of your chair, and said, 'I am the harp in your hand, If you don’t tune, I can’t make a tune. I’m the color in your pen, and if you don’t paint, I can’t make a figure. My color, beautiful, has no meaning without your love!’ You still think this sentence is bad. You How do you know that a play within a play is not life at all. The words of the play are naturally the words of the play! In the play, the lines spoken by the maid and the lady can be different, why can’t such a half-drunk person speak in the same tone as when he is awake? ?” Fan Kuanhu is not argumentative.He stopped talking.In fact, when they wrote these lines, everyone knew that they were just for such a beautiful heroine as Lin Yanmei.If such a word is said on the stage by such a person, people can't help but stop listening.Lin Yanmei was very clear in her heart.She doesn't know how many letters from lovers she receives every day.Those people learn from her lines.I was so grateful that someone even wrote a letter saying: "I am exactly the person you criticize in the play. One day your shadow will be on my heart, and I will never forget your lesson for a day. Come and save me. Miss Lin!" But the aristocratic Fan Kuanhu didn't believe that there were such susceptible people in the world.He thought the line was too unspoken at first.Too different from his own speech on stage.Since Lin Yanmei didn't want him to bring up the word change again, he didn't say anything.He conveniently used a pencil to draw the rose on the opposite bank on the book-binding paper.At this time, there was no one else on the shore. The little boy just came over and watched him paint roses.Lin Yanmei loved to talk to children, so she said: "Little boy sees you as busy as a little bee every day. Do you have time to look at the roses on paper?" The little boy was very angry, and he said, "At least bees understand roses. Fan Kuanhu, you are wrong. This is a completely human-painted rose, not a real rose." It's Lin Yanmei's job to argue that they are interested in everything. After the pilgrimage to Jerusalem, the joy long lost.For Dayu, it seems that happiness is evil. "Why not?" Fan Kuanhu said. "The leaves of Rosaceae have five small petals. The large leaves you painted are a bit like camellias." The child said, "If you don't believe me, go around the peninsula and have a look." "Come! Let's discuss something!" Fan Kuanhu said, "Lin Yanmei is here. We have the right to discuss." "Consult with me?" She opened her eyes wide and said, "What's the matter, so sneaky?" "Last year I threw Kuang Jinyuan into the water. Thinking about it, he was really wronged." Fan Kuanhu said: "This year everyone is still talking about it. If I were you, I wouldn't want to be compared to a flower. I can't wait until this year It's the second flower blooming, get rid of this vulgar saying. I'll pick a flower for you to wear. The flower can be picked, and your identity is separated from the flower. What everyone says all day long The 'Rose in the Campus' can no longer be called. No one will say my unlucky nicknames." "I also really hate these vulgar nicknames." Lin Yanmei said, "It's been half a year, and I think people have forgotten them, but now they're calling them again! Many friends from far away have written to me to ask me!" "But this time, the flowers are in bad luck." The little boy said, "Once you pick them, maybe everyone will pick them. And the nickname may not disappear." "The roses don't give birth." Fan Kuanhu said, "It was originally picked and worn." "How do you know?" said the little boy; "Except for silk flowers and paper flowers, there are no flowers that bloom for people." "I won't tell you!" Fan Kuanhu said, "Which one do you love Lin Yanmei?" In the past year, Lin Yanmei has changed a lot in her opinion of herself.She has long since given up the dream of the three wishes of the rose.She used to think, "Grow a big tree! A big tree! Until the woodcutters come!". After hearing what Fan Kuanhu said, she looked for it with her eyes.On the opposite side, on the top branch, there is a half-opened flower, the fullest and tenderest.She pointed it out to him.Said: "That one." "I'm going!" he said to the boy. "Never mind you!" said the little boy, "Go and see what the rose leaves look like!" Fankuan Lake goes around to the center of the peninsula.There are very few people there.A few stone benches were placed there, half of which had been buried in the soil.He shook it vigorously, and the soil loosened a little, but he couldn't move it.Lin Yanmei couldn't see his shadow for a long time and shouted, "Where have you been? Fan Kuanhu!" "I'm here!" He also shouted: "The grass is really deep here. There are stone tables and stools in the grass! I'm afraid this is a place where you can sit and play in the past." As soon as he yelled, several voles that had come out to look for food in the grass scattered away.Some were so panicked that they couldn't find their way and bumped into his legs.He screamed. "What's the matter, Fan Kuanhu?" She shouted, "Did you get stabbed? Come back, I don't want flowers." "Haven't touched the thorn yet!" he cried. "A rat has bumped into my leg! This place is really haunted!" He pushed the grass aside again with his feet and walked forward.Tropical tussocks grew up to his waist.The ground is wet, and it is difficult to walk only a few dozen steps away.Gnats and gnats were flying around in the grass, and they would not disperse even with a wave.There were bites on the arms and neck.There are also many burly grass seeds that are grabbing his clothes.He never imagined that the road behind the wall of roses was so difficult. After finally getting to the back of the flowers, I found that all the flowers are facing the sun and facing the water.There are no flowers on the back.He separated the flower branches with his hands.There were streaks of blood on the arm.He was so angry that he would not go back if he picked it up.He didn't bark at all.On the other side, Lin Yanmei and Xiaotong saw him through the flowers. "It's the tallest one in front of you." Lin Yanmei pointed to him, "Here!" He stretched out his hand to compare, but it was three or four feet away, and he couldn't reach it.Not too high, but the flowers are too thick.The branches were so dense and thorny that he could not walk through them. He bent down, and there was an unfilled hole in the branch a short distance away.He can crawl under the ground.He parted the grass again and went there.对面岸上小童和蔺燕梅又看不见他了。 半晌，他由花丛下面钻了出来。 “小心！这可不得了。”小童喊：“再爬一步就掉下水了！” 他忙停住，探头一看，可不是吗。丛草下面，已经是土岸的边缘了！他便小心地站起身来，牵了玫瑰花枝，沿了岸边一步一步试探着走。那边两个人替他提心在口。 终于他安全地走到了那一朵花底下。用另外一条枝子把花的这一枝勾近来。 “摘啦？蔺燕梅？”他喊。 蔺燕梅心上也不知道说什么好。“花就是自己吗？我就是玫瑰花神眷顾，象征的人吗？梦话！叫他摘吗？为什么单叫他去摘呢？不叫他摘罢，那就不该叫他费这么大的力气爬到花旁边去！”她心上想着，嘴里说不出话来。 “摘啦！蔺燕梅！”范宽湖又喊：“我快掉下水了！” “为什么他逼着问我呢？”她仍旧在想：“怎么小童不说话呢？怎么没有别人赶来拦他呢？如果谁也不拦，摘就由他摘吧！” “我说——我——要——摘——啦！”他喊：“我站不住啦！” “站不住不会回头吗？”她还在想：“你若是不想回头，伸手就摘，又有谁管得了你？” 旁边小童看了很奇怪。他完全猜不透蔺燕梅的心理，于是他也说不出话来。范宽湖已经把花够到手了。 有一只大马蜂飞了过来。“嗡！嗡！”地在范宽湖的头上转。他又不敢挥手打它。因为他脚底下泥土很松，立足不稳，如果一用力，土非塌了不行。他只顾去折花，不敢惹它。 “喀—嚓！”一声。对岸都可以清楚地听到。花已经折下来了。蔺燕梅心上仿佛直插进一把冰凉犀利的尖刀一样。她不觉呵开了小口。手按在心上。她用微弱的声音说：“好了！回来吧，范宽湖！” “这只马蜂讨厌！”他说：“老在威胁我！去你的！”他站稳后用手向马蜂一打。 这又松又软的池岸如何经得起他的身体呢！他又用力非常之大。一挥手间，脚下的土松下一块。和去年邝晋元一样，“卟—通—”一声！他也掉下水去了。 他自己，小童，两个心上没有什么事的男孩子，都觉得很好玩。所以当他从水里冒上来时，两个人都大笑起来了。他把手中的花向蔺燕梅摇了一摇，用嘴叼着，便从水里游过来。他说：“我宁愿从水里游过来，那边的路才难走呢！” 蔺燕梅撇开心上的胡思乱想。也笑了。池岸很直，她接了花。含在口里，帮住小童把他拉上来。 “到我屋去找件衣服换吧！”小童说：“这个样子回不去北院啦！” “一块儿去吧。”蔺燕梅一边把玫瑰花带在耳边头发卷儿里。这么说：“我也去看看小童养的鸽子去。” 他们三个走到五号宿舍。小童进去找出衣服来，交给范宽湖到盥洗室去换。他便在屋外陪同蔺燕梅在鸽棚前面等他。 有一只蜜蜂飞来落在蔺燕梅带的花上。“蜜蜂！”小童说：“小心螫了你！”他便伸手要去赶。 “由它在花上停着吧！”蔺燕梅伸手来拦着他：“蜜蜂有了花不螫人的。” 蔺燕梅要粮食喂鸽子，小童进屋子去拿。蔺燕梅等他走出门来便问他：“屋里有人吗？” “有。干什么？ “有人就不说了。” “你想进来看看？” "no." “不是？那么是想偷东西？” "nonsense!" “那么说老实话！你问屋里有人没有干什么！” “我是想进去看看。” “说实话吃不了亏。”小童说：“我给你去巡巡风。”他走进去，又出来说：“你可以进来。” “不是有人吗？” “不要紧。你进来就知道了。”他说着拉了蔺燕梅一把。两个孩子蹑手蹑脚地走进来了。这原来是一个长形的房子，两边既然密密地排了双层床，中间看得通的甬道也就很狭了。又因为床排得太挤，完全是挨着的，所以邻床的人都用被单隔开。倒也像一间一间的小房子。蔺燕梅走进来便没有人看见她。 “哪一张是你的床？”她极小声儿地问。 "This one." “是上铺是下铺？” “上铺。” “妈呀！好乱！” “下铺就不乱？” “不认得人家怎么能乱说？” “好滑头！你说我的床怎么乱？” “被子，枕头，书，纸，无一不乱。床头上三层书架尤其乱得吓人！”她吐了一下小舌头。 “床是因为太忙忘了铺。” “架子呢？” “三层架子，各有专用。井井有条。” “你第一层堆的是什么？” “衣服和书。” “第二层？” “书和衣服。” “第三层？” "It's both." “啊唷！”她忙忍住笑先跑出屋来：“气死人了。你就不会理一下？” “清理了不久也是要乱。这样呢，常常可以丢东西，于是也常有一下子又找到它的快乐！” 蔺燕梅忍不住笑地看了他，又驳不了他的话。她的眼睛闪闪地散出快乐的光，仿佛告诉小童说：“留点笑话罢！做做好事罢！我笑得支持不住了。”她心里想得是：“你这个人真妙，仿佛就不会一时不快乐似的！” 小童手里还握着粮食呢！他把一点高粱放在自己肩膀上，鸽子便停在他肩膀上来吃。他一两年来身体发育得高大多了。两肩又宽又厚，鸽子在上面抢食，他笑着看它们。 “你要不要把高粱放在肩膀上？”他问蔺燕梅。 “不，我怕。”她说：“给我一点，我敢让它们到手上来吃。你先告诉我，啄得疼不疼？” “一点也不疼。”他便倒一点高粱在她手上。鸽子便停在她手上去啄着吃。她爱极了。头发被鸽子翅膀扇得乱飞，她偏了头让开。母鸽子那红如珊瑚的小脚瓜不留情地在她手上抓。说疼吧，抓得也不重，也不会抓破。说不疼吧，真是被它抓得怪难受的。不一会儿吃得只剩下手指缝儿里几小颗粒了。有一只鸽子不走，它用力把小嘴往指头缝里钻。越钻高粱越陷得深。有时也叨着手指的皮肉。她实在忍不住痒了，便笑了起来，轻轻吻在鸽子圆圆的小头上一下，放手扔下了高粱叫它飞了。 小童看了蔺燕梅的样子，觉得别人说她比去年美是不错的。蔺燕梅问他：“你想什么？” “我想给这只鸽子取一个名字。” “叫做什么？'最后一粒高粱'好不好？它实在很淘气。人家都飞了，他偏啄！” “也好。不过我不想用这么一个实物的名字。我叫它'梅吻'”他说：“你对待鸽子比对待玫瑰花好多了。” 范宽湖换好了衣服回来。两个人一同送蔺燕梅回宿舍去。范宽湖穿了小童的衣服，蔺燕梅戴了池边的玫瑰！第二天这事便传遍了全校了。 “校园里的玫瑰”是不容采折的。这样的行动激怒了全校的人了。范宽湖失足落水是他应得的惩罚。小童不能尽校园中一份子的责任从旁拦阻也必有他要受的罪责。蔺燕梅是给自已造了厄运，大家悲伤地等候着。又悲伤地祈求上苍的宽恕。 还有人解释说那一只适巧飞来的马蜂便是余孟勤！他是来攻击这折花的人的，可惜没有拦得住。这个说法太神话味了。大家欣赏这一点小聪明，却不肯代它宣传，怕被听的人驳倒。当然更没有人敢去告诉大余。 大余听见蔺燕梅第二天告诉他这一场事情，他笑着对她说：“你觉得怎么样？燕梅？” “更麻烦了，”她说：“我们想这种用花来比喻我的说法，是去年那一时的话。今年给废除了也就算了。谁想到这一来，传说得更热闹了。不过我也值不得去管他。这些话也不过是大家说说高兴罢了。” “我就是这个意思。”大余说：“我只想从这件事里听听你的论调。你自己把理想提高，把希望放在比被人欣赏而已的一朵花更高的地方，就很够了。不过在旧梦想破灭，新目标未来中间，以上总有一点不舒服罢？哈哈！” “没有！没有！”她紧接着说。但是她继而一想，去年在池畔，映了水上微弱的光看花开，那时候似梦非梦地在水里见到过一个美丽，又怪异的影子。心上疑虑得很，身边有姐姐可以告诉。这次范宽湖折花时，自己确实有一点感觉，本想告诉余孟勤的。现在听他这么一说，倒不好再开口了。 “由他们这么去说好了。”大余说：“人人把你当作校园里的玫瑰来爱护，希望能把你好好保护在校园的良善环境之中，这未始不是一件好事。一个学校里能有这么一个重心，我们确实可以利用来作许多有益大家心理的事的。现在至少可以保存一片好花。你心上想什么燕梅？” “我没有想什么。”她说。 余孟勤他们研究院的学生享受和教员一样的待遇。比方说住房子吧。虽然也不是什么好房子，却可以一个人有一间。蔺燕梅有时也进来坐一坐，像现在这样的。此刻她心上很乱，想不起说什么好来，忽然注意到这屋子特别整洁，便对他说： “昨天我到小童屋里去看过一下，他真是气人，把屋子弄得非常之乱，又偏有许多解释。”她就把小童的笑话对大余讲了一遍。 “我喜欢整齐一点。”大余说：“人乱了，思想也难免乱。” “你不能这么说他，他思想乱吗？”她说：“我倒觉得他有趣得很。” “我倒不是说他思想乱。”他说：“其实他的思想很好，很灵活，敏捷很自由。这也许和他这股子乱劲儿有一点关系呢！人的脾气是很不一样的。话又说回来了。你自己不是很喜欢把屋子收拾得非常整齐吗？” “我的整齐和你的整齐不同呢！”她说：“你的整齐太死板，太可怕！”她瞥了他一眼：“我的整齐中有点缀，有热闹，透着喜欢。倒有点和小童的乱有点相像！他乱得可爱！”她顽皮地挑逗大余。 大余也笑了说：“你这个小叛徒，渐渐地敢在耶路撒冷欢笑了！” “我是春天！不是大家都这么说吗？我要使耶露撒冷古色古香的城墙上也开花长草。使尘土盖了的面孔也笑呢！”她笑着走了。把大余留在屋里。大余嘴上也挂着笑了。他觉得蔺燕梅是真可爱的。 这天晚上那一幕新剧便上演了。她的角色很重。从最初一幕到最后幕落的时候，她都有繁重的表演。他们是在城里借了那一家常为他们所光顾的南屏电影院来演出的。于是蔺燕梅便在平时刊登那些她爱好的明星们名字的地位，看到了自己的名字。而只要学校的剧团一有公演的消息，广告上一有她的名字，那座券是不用费力去推销，捐款的人自会找上门来把票抢买一空的。 公演的性质与春季晚会不同。蔺燕梅的心理和去年两样。去年她是一个新来的一年级生，是一只怯生生的小鸽子。她谦虚柔和地用一只歌，几节舞来结交一校的同学。也真赢得了大家的友爱。今年是作一种工作了，背后有全校同学的支持，自己不过是一个出面的发言人。她研究剧中人的心理，琢磨表情和语气上的小手法。像在课室上学习功课，又像是在校外参加一个运动的比赛。她不像去年那样敏感地常想到自己。所以当掌声四起，绒幔合拢来之后，她也立刻恢复了平时神态，笑语询问自己的同学，今天成绩怎样。不太兴奋，也不太伤感。 这一出新剧的结果，自然又是很成功的。观众如同是被诸葛亮算定了的曹兵一样，什么时候紧张心跳，什么时候才松一口气。在那一句话之后要笑，在那一个场面下要哭，一丝一毫都不曾逃出他们事先的推测。 蔺燕梅下得台来便去化妆室里卸妆。伍宝笙迎着她赞美她的成功。她看见姐姐走过来，便仰起脸来叫姐姐亲一亲。陪了姐姐坐坐，先不卸妆。范宽怡也有一个角色的。她下来得早一点，还在那里。另外有些下来得更早的女孩子已经走了。 这时照料前台的梁崇槐也来了。她们姐妹的国语始终还听得出几个广东声母来的。便不能上台。但是前台的招呼真也没有人能比得上他们。 “燕梅！你今天真不得了。”梁崇槐进来和她们坐在一起说：“一开幕那几句话简直把大家的魂都吸去了。” “你的魂呢？”范宽怡有深意地问：“也在台上吧？” “有你多嘴！”她说：“我喊余孟勤，去给几个进来晚的人找座位，他都听不见我的话！” “我的可怜的圣人！”蔺燕梅说：“姐姐，我劝过他不必来做什么照料。他偏咬文嚼字地说上一套大道理。来了，又不中用！学校里人多得很哪？他又不适合做这件事！后来呢？惹你着急了吧，崇槐？” “后来他等你跪在范宽湖面前把一大段儿话都说完了，才领人家去找座位。等他走回来了还告诉我说那头一段对话很动人，不该打扰大家的注意呢！” “他现在在哪儿？我想问问他是不是要等着送我回去？” “我就是替他来看看你卸妆了没有的。他和大宴什么的几个人在门口算今天的账呢！我去给你问问去。”她说着又走了。 等到她走了之后，范宽怡，把一个手指头压在嘴唇上，低声告诉她们说：“你们知道梁崇槐这一趟是干什么来的吗？才不是那么一回事呢！她是来看看我哥哥在不在这儿的！看她这个找劲儿大概是没有找着。 “燕梅！你还蒙在鼓里呢：自从昨天你戴了那朵玫瑰之后，她在大家谈论的时候也给编进去了一点新材料。她说：'如果那一只马蜂是象征余孟勤以武力来保护蔺燕梅，那么咱们的故事就热闹了。范宽湖岂不是向蔺燕梅献殷勤求爱吗？哼！他没想到这么一来呀，是把人家玫瑰花伤害了！所以得到了落下水去的处罚！'你们听听！她说别人我不知道，说我哥哥，我不明白吗？我早就知道我哥哥的事。他是个爱玩的人。根本女朋友也多。去年夏令营回来之后，常常和她们姐妹们打打网球什么的。这又有什么呀！她就存上心了。我听了她那话，当时真想说：'我哥哥献殷勤给蔺燕梅又怎么样？他又不是摘了花给你！'可是这样的话就不和气了，我不能说！” “刚才她跑进来，那声口听见了没有？她是说你在台上，把台下的余孟勤的魂儿勾走了不要紧，别把台上我哥哥的魂儿也勾去了！她早说过这戏一开头你的台词不好听，她也跟我哥哥说过好几遍。我就明白她的意思，你看她！听见我用话套了她一下'你的魂儿呢？也在台上吧！'她不就火儿了吗！” “我就不许我哥哥跟这样小气的人接近！我越想越气！我去把我哥哥找着，让他跟我、跟周体予一块儿回去！不陪你们了！再见！” 她说着就走了。 “你听了她的话在意吗？燕梅？”伍宝笙问。 “什么魂不魂儿地，真难听！”蔺燕梅低了头走到梳妆台前去；“卸了妆，咱们一块儿回学校。姐姐，等我好吗？” “我当然等你。”伍宝笙很累了，她便躺在沙发上休息不起来：“小范长得挺俊的一个女孩儿，说话就是这么扎耳朵！” 蔺燕梅拭净了脸上粉脂，洗了手，衣服还没有换，忽然伏在梳妆台上抽噎地哭起来了。 伍宝笙听见吃了一惊，忙过去抚了她披着卸妆用的丝巾的肩膀，弯下身去问她是怎么了。 “我也不知道！姐姐！”她听见姐姐来问，不觉更加哭得伤心。“我就是想哭！” “是为了小范方才说的话？是为了崇槐不该背地里说你？” “也不完全是！姐姐，我就是要哭一场才痛快呵！” “是为了怕这话也传到孟勤的耳朵里去？你不愿去解释？”伍宝笙的心被她哭得挺凄凉地，她忍不住一路猜下去，希望能有一线之路可以安慰她。 “也不是这个。孟勤不在意这个的。” “也别这么说！你怎么知道呢？他听姐姐的话的。你瞧，上回咱们三个人回去，我不是说过他跟女孩子说话要学着和婉一点吗？他想问是什么理由，姐姐告诉他说：'就是这么一回事，没有理由。说得不和婉就不理你！'你看后来他不就好得多了？这一回若是叫小范到处一说，也许就把事闹大了呢！你放心，有姐姐替你解释。好燕梅！可千万别先把自己急坏了呀！” “不是为着这个！姐姐！不是为着这个！好姐姐，把你急坏了。你看我不哭了！妹妹已经不哭了！” “别！别！燕梅！你还是哭，还是哭罢！想哭就哭一场。可不要强忍着！” “姐姐，你简直比妈咪都爱我！姐姐，我也哭够了。我不哭了！你永远这么爱我罢，姐姐？” “姐姐爱你，心上爱得你都疼得慌！你真不哭了？不哭了好！”她说：“哭得我也难受，不哭就不哭罢！” “世上真有这么体贴的人吗？”蔺燕梅禁不住要这么想。大半年来与余孟勤在一起，好像把女孩子的柔情都已经忘了。耳朵里天天听他嘲骂：“女人脾气！”“女人话！”自己也竟会依了他的话忍住泪。泪水向肚子里流得久了连哭似乎都不知道该怎么哭了。 “姐姐竟会跟从前完全一样！姐姐竟似比去年还要可爱！这是可能的吗？半年来我转变得这么厉害她会没有一点猜疑？她会一点都不感觉陌生？ “我有话不敢说，有气闷不敢向人哭。我忍不住的热泪想用袖子挡回去。她就会跑过来问我，这么替我想得周到！她不怕我不跟她说真话吗？她不怕我用应酬的话伤了她的心吗？半年来我疏远了她，我冷淡了她。可是似乎她在心上一直看顾着我！” 姐姐看了这一双会说话的眼睛，心上可怜起她来。这一双眼睛流出渴幕祈求的光，却又有怀疑和畏缩的意思。她像是违背了母亲教训的孩子，只希望一顿好打，真受不下那无条件的宽恕与无边际的慈爱。方才伍宝笙心上想着范宽怡的话，觉得这个孩子那么平静美丽的心会一下子受到这许多难排解的扰乱。亏她能淡淡处置了这一场流言，自去理妆，心上也诧异她会这么老练。那时觉得多余有这么个爱忧心的姐姐，就又爱她长成人了，又恨她忘了自己。等到她哭出声来，她就全忘了方才想的事。她为什么会哭了起来呢？这个人人称美的女孩子，这个人人妒慕的女孩子，正在春风得意的时候怎么会有泪水来浸湿她的脸？她心上会有什么难清理的忧伤和隐痛？ 这一声哭怎么能叫伍宝笙忍得下呢，这个曾经与自己朝夕相处胜过同胞姐妹的蔺燕梅，怎么用这种畏缩的眼光来看我呢！ 伍宝笙探索着蔺燕梅哭泣的原因还没有得到结果，蔺燕梅已经撇开了她的难过来追寻过去的友情了。她极平静地，好似想过多时地说： “姐姐，我知道你说的是真话。你是真为我着急。从前你喜欢过我。现在还是关心我。可是许多别人呢？恐怕已经离开我远了！从前我在人人心上都一样。没有人猜测我，只有人走到我身边什么顾虑也没有地和我说话，她们问我的事就像是谈一个不相干的人一样。那时我的一切连心上想的事都是大家熟悉的。现在你看，走到我跟前，大家就什么话都没有了，却去背地里飞短流长！我是不是已经在这一圈儿里存不住身了？我怎么能不难过？” 听了这样的话，伍宝笙的思想也被转移了。她才回想到方才走过来劝慰的时候，情切心急之中，倒平安渡过了一个感情上彼此试探的险滩。幸喜她俩相违未近又都触到了盛满了泪水的心。 女孩子天生不该演什么无情的角色的。她们在年轻的时候若是身边没有一个亲密的伴侣来倾听她的忧愁同秘密，她便是极不幸的。而且事实上这也实在是心理发育上一个大病害。 蔺燕梅苦撑到了今天，实在不该再支持下去了。她也不能再支持下去了。这种在余孟勤压力之下再也不可能有机会说出口来的活，她禁不住倾泻在伍宝笙面前了。 伍宝笙太懂得她的意思了。一半从言语中听懂，一半凭她那聪明的心智感觉到了。她仿佛在田野外日暮的时候找回来了自己哀鸣的羔羊。她紧紧地把蔺燕梅抱在怀里，紧紧地把她圆圆的头颅压在自己胸上：“不许胡思乱想，燕梅！姐姐是始终爱你，多多少少的别人也都比爱他自己还真挚地爱着你！记得史宣文罢？” “怎么会忘得了她！我还不知道欠她多少信呢！” “史宣文她也这么爱你！她在那么远的地方，跟你分别了这么久，还是一样爱你！” “可是我得到的只有猜测跟闲话！” “就是因为我们爱你可是吸不住你！” “只要你们说这么一句明白话，我就会过来吸住你们！拉也拉不下来，用刀子都割不掉！” “我也想得到你是这样，燕梅！爱起一个人来也是这种穷凶极恶地！我想着就恨不得只要看到那日子一来，我死也甘心！不要再看下场！我想看看那个人是谁。想知道他待你好不好。” “姐姐，我说得是你们呀！是你跟史宣文呀！” “我们不会是的。因此我们才灰心得很。不说傻话，想想罢。有什么机会能叫我们将来永远跟你这么接近？” “所以啦！所以你就觉得不如现在省下这份心了。一不理我，就是大半年。让我一肚子心事自己去摸索！你就不闻不问！” “你这么说罢！你忍