Chapter 29 Chapter Twenty Nine

In 1920, when the May Fourth youth Hang Jia and Rutang Jihede were fighting alone in Longjing Township, another May Fourth youth from Shangyu, Zhejiang Province, China, was sitting in the office of the Tea Experimental Field of the Ministry of Agriculture and Fisheries in Shizuoka, Japan. At the table, he devoted himself to studying the tea industry civilization of various countries in the world. This man is tall, big-eyed, and cheerful. His original name was Wu Rongtang. When he was young, he saw farmers who could not pay their rent imprisoned in the cage of the county Yaqian Railway Station, exposed to the sun and rain, and died tragically. .And because "Buddhas are famous for the party, they will realize themselves and be able to awaken people again", so they changed their name to Wu Juenong.

In agriculture, Wu Juenong chose the tea industry, thinking that tea, like silk, is the two specialties that Chinese people are proud of in front of the world, and they are also the two magic weapons to revitalize China's agriculture.China originally had a unique natural environment for growing tea, but those who failed were "not thinking about improvement in a world with strong scientific development, and only relying on a little bit of natural blessings to be pretentious." Wu Juenong went east to Japan to study the tea industry, because Japanese green tea had already achieved great success in the international market at that time.Wu Juenong, who was 22 years old in 1919, had also graduated from the Type A Agricultural College in Zhejiang Province and had been a teaching assistant for three years.As a government-funded overseas student, the ambition to revitalize the Chinese tea industry has been brewing in his heart for a long time.

So far, in the 1920s, China's tea industry did not seem to have made much progress.From the peak of development, it continues to the period of decline.The reason, internally, is the suffering of warlords for many years of melee and chaos, political changes, economic recession, people's hardships, and lack of business travel; externally, Chinese tea has failed to compete in the international market.At that time, emerging tea-producing countries such as the Dutch East Indies (that is, Indonesia), India, and Ceylon (that is, Sri Lanka) rose one after another. Scientific planting led to a sharp increase in tea production and a sudden increase in output. In addition, mechanical tea was produced with excellent quality. It has strong competitiveness in the international tea market.However, Chinese tea is complacent, does not seek improvement, quality declines, costs increase, and management is poor. As a result, black tea markets such as Britain and Russia are gradually captured by India, tin and other countries, and green tea and oolong tea markets are occupied by Japan. Export sales are on the verge of extinction. .

In Dongliu, he saw such academic papers. British botanist Blake put forward in his book "Tea Merchant's Guide": "There are many scholars' proposals, in terms of the superiority and luxuriance of tea, they advocate that the origin of tea is India rather than China." In the book "Tea" written by Yi Peisheng, it is said: China only has cultivated tea trees, and absolutely wild tea trees cannot be found.The only wild tea tree found in Yasa is called The Assamiea, and botanists regard it as the ancestor of all tea trees. Also, "Tea" written by Brown published in London said: No wild tea trees were found in China, and there was never a record in ancient books, which claimed that tea trees were born in China. This is the most powerful evidence for India.

"Japanese Dictionary" also said: the native place of tea is in East India. It can be said that since the British opened up Indian tea gardens to make Indian tea, British businessmen called Indian tea "Our tea" - "our tea", and the parliamentary government deducted one-fifth of the import tax on Indian tea One special offer. Wu Juenong was exactly twenty-five years old when he wrote "A Study on the Origin of Tea Trees" in 1922.The beginning of the thesis clearly stated: China has a history of thousands of years of tea industry, and it is the production place of tea in demand all over the world. Anyone who can study the history of China with peace of mind can deny that China is the origin of tea.But traditional literal translation scholars, holding the mind of Imperialism, commercialize academics, insist on playing with words, citing fallacies, and making people in the world who are unable to discern that China is not the origin of tea trees.He protested angrily and sadly in a foreign country alone: ​​"In a declining country, everything will be plundered by others! And the plundering is nothing more than that even the plants that grow in our country will be changed for no reason. Country of Citizenship!"

In the end, he appealed loudly with a sincere heart of a young man: The Chinese tea industry is like a sleeping lion. But the first half of the 20th century was a tragic era for a Chinese agronomist and tea expert with expertise in science.Warlords fighting, political corruption, rural decay, and poor farmers, Wu Juenong's appeal is like a sigh that few people hear. This seems to be an echo with no internal connection - Wangyou Tea House started its next round of history.This green and dangerous road paved with tea seems to be full of mountains and mountains, and there is no sign of bright willows and bright flowers.Hang Jia and himself don't know whether his marriage can be regarded as a bright color in this difficult and stalemate era.

In the Spring Festival of 1921 AD, Hang Jiahe, who was young and weak, and Fang Xi'an, who was one year older than him, paid homage to Gaotang in his old house at Wangyou Tea House and got married. Fang Xi'an's father, lawyer Fang Boping, is quite satisfied with the marriage.Although he is a literati who studied abroad, he has always cherished his reputation and paid special attention to the virtuous circle effect of marriage.For him, Jiahe is not so much the young owner of Wangyou Tea House, but rather the nephew of Shen Lucun, an important member of the Kuomintang.All his comments on this son-in-law came from Shen Lucun's introduction.Shen Lucun said that this child is determined and calm, soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and he will surely make great achievements in the future. "It's not that I praised him," Shen Lucun said with emotion, "Jiaping and I are really related by blood, but whoever wants to marry Jiaping will be doomed in this life. Jiaping is a child, it is better not to give birth to him." Well, what will happen to him in the future, no one can say for sure."

Fang Boping told his wayward only daughter all these things, but the daughter didn't listen to him at first, and the daughter became more infatuated with Jiaping when she heard someone describe him as Satan, and finally eloped. it's good now.When the daughter came back, according to the ancient Chinese custom, she knelt down three times and kowtowed six times and kowtowed to heaven and earth in the red and green. The Hang family's attitude towards this daughter-in-law was very hesitant at the beginning, and Hang Tianzui's attitude was the simplest: "Listen to Jiahe himself, if Jiahe wants her, let him have it."

When Lu Ai went to say this to Jiahe, Jiahe smiled faintly and remained silent.Lu Ai said: "Jiahe, you are on your own, don't feel wronged, even though you are not my own—" Jiahe waved his hand and said, "Mom, don't talk about it. Sereng must marry here. Either marry me or marry Jiaping. Otherwise, she won't be able to marry." Lu Ai listened, cried, and said, "Jiahe, you are so kind-hearted. If you were born to me, I would feel so much more at ease." On the night of the bridal chamber, Miss Fang Xileng made a cup of tea for the groom, Hang Jiahe. Jiahe met the tea, fell silent for a moment, and said, "A flower."

"Add the previous three flowers." The bride reminded. "That's the odd number twice." Hang Jiahe was thoughtful. "Do you want to drink?" The bride acted like a baby and was angry. Jiahe drank the cup of tea silently. For this marriage in Wangyou Tea House, it is appropriate to describe it as "cutting the mess with a sharp knife".Because to say that Hang Jia reunited with his later wife Fang Xileng, it was already three months after he saw the illusion when he was carried down Jilong Mountain.And almost on the first day they saw her again, Hang Jiahe accepted the arrangement of fate.

Just as all the marriages in Wangyou Tea House are cast with a layer of weirdness, the marriage of this couple of young people also seems somewhat abnormal.For Jiahe's younger sister, Jiacao, the sudden decision of the eldest brother is even very mysterious.She can still clearly remember that on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, she went to the attic of her elder brother and invited her elder brother to come down to eat mooncakes.Since the failure of the construction of the new village, the eldest brother came home seriously ill and refused to go downstairs or speak for a long time.That Mid-Autumn Festival, Lv Ai's mother was busy making arrangements with her big belly, trying to create some excitement, she moved tables and chairs to the moonlight, cut watermelon and brought out melon and fruit plates, and asked Jiacao to find Jiahe.Jiacao is a careful girl, she knows that the reason why Lv Ai's mother speaks like a bell is related to the guest uncle who is missing an arm.Jiacao also knew that Uncle Jike had originally promised to bring his father who had studied Zen in Lingyin, but in the end he missed it—Hang Tianzui went to "wander" somewhere.In this way, Uncle Jigu's face became a little ugly, and Lu Ai's mother's complexion also changed.She dusted the back of the chair and said: "Tianzui is really true. I don't want this house, so it's fine. I hang up my brothers, so that people want to leave but are embarrassed to speak. I haven't heard that Zen will become mature." This way." Uncle Shigu really looked like he was going to leave. He was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the big garden, where the bamboo shadows were scattered and bright under the moonlight. He paused, sat down, and said, "Jia Grass, your guest uncle is going to drink a few sips of wine tonight." Jiacao turned to get the wine, but Lu Ai's mother grabbed her and said, "Call your elder brother here." Judging from her tone, it seemed that she was going to drag the elder brother here.Jiacao then went upstairs where her elder brother lived.The eldest brother was as thin as a piece of paper, lying on the bamboo couch in the corridor, like a long linen gown thrown aside by someone.He also looked at Qi Liang. Jiacao said, "Brother, go and sit in the yard, Mom invites you to go." Jiahe said, "I won't go, so don't call me." Jiacao was very sad.She is not angry with Jiahe.But she knew that Jiahe had indeed changed, the big brother from before had disappeared. "Brother, if you don't go, Jiaqiao won't come, and Dad won't come back at Lingyin Temple. In such a big courtyard, only Mom and I are left. How deserted!" "What are you doing so lively?" "Today is Mid-Autumn Festival." "That's your holiday, not mine." Jiacao was sad and wanted to cry: "Brother, don't be like this, Mom is sad! Dad is going to become a monk, but you don't go downstairs, what will the tea house do?" Hang Jiahe lay motionless for a long time, and said: "Jiacao, don't think about these things, you will be powerless." Jiacao didn't quite understand Jiahe's words, and worried that her mother would be waiting downstairs, so she ran out in a hurry. Jiacao remembered that when she went back, the guest uncle was chatting with her mother. Lu Ai sighed, and said, "I know the screaming is for nothing, and Jiahe won't go downstairs. As for Jiaping, there is not even a letter, and Miss Fang Xileng is also gone. The Fang family originally wanted to You are in-laws with my family, but now you are not in-laws, you have become enemies. As for Jia Qiao, it seems that she is not from the Hang family, but a child of the Wu family, and she doesn’t even know how to go home for a reunion during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Let’s talk about Tianzui , I don’t think he will come back, and he intends to become a monk to live a pure life, but he just threw such a big Wangyou tea house to me, what do you want me to do?” Zhao Jike was silent for a long while, and then said: "According to what you said, it's easier for me to sigh without worries!" While they were talking like this, Jiacao saw a person walking towards the courtyard, walking like a lady from the Fang family.With sharp eyes, Jiacao leaned forward and called out, and the man answered, both Lu Ai and Zhao Jike stood up in amazement, it was indeed Fang Xileng, the young lady of the Fang family. The young lady was carrying a wicker box, and she was exhausted, so she said, "I just got down from the city station, and I'm exhausted." After finishing speaking, he sat down on the seat that Jiahe was just going to sit on. Seeing her appearance, everyone was surprised, but no one asked her anything.When Miss Fang saw the watermelon on the table, she said, "My mouth is so dry." After grabbing the melon slices, she gobbled them up, spitting out the melon seeds into her palms.After eating two slices of melon like this, she took a breath and asked in surprise, "Hey, where's Jiahe?" But Lu Ai asked lightly: "Have you gone home?" "No. I don't want to go home." The lady sat comfortably, picked up the fan and fanned, "Oh, where is Jiahe? Jiacao, go and tell Jiahe that I'm back." "Wait." Zhao Zhike stopped Jiacao, and took back the fan from Miss Fang. "Go, I'll take you home." "I'm not going home. I have business with Jiahe." Miss Fang seemed to see the hostility of the adults, so she said, "I really have something to do. I have a letter for Jiahe." "who?" "Jiaping." "Did you see Jiaping? Where is he?" Lu Ai grabbed Fang Xileng and lost her composure in excitement. "in Shanghai." "In Shanghai?" Lu Ai called out in a low voice, "Where is it in Shanghai?" "He won't let it be said." "This heartless thing, no matter how far Shanghai is from Hangzhou, he won't come back to see it!" "Auntie, you're blaming him wrong." Fang Xileng put down the teacup he just picked up, "He didn't have time, so he left again." "Gone, where did you go?" The mother's heart was surprised again. "It's a long way to go back now, I'm going abroad!" Zhao Jike couldn't help exclaiming: "This kid can really run!" Jiacao was young, so she also asked curiously, "Sister Xileng, why didn't you go?" Fang Xilen sighed, stood up, and said, "Didn't Jiahe come back? I'll go find him, I have something to say to him." After finishing speaking, he passed Jiacao with a scull, and let Jiacao lead her away. Lu Ai covered her face and began to cry: "Jiaping, you ignorant Dongyou, when will you come back? I'm afraid that if you come back, Wangyou Tea House will also collapse, and the one named Hang will be considered bankrupt." Woolen cloth!" Fang Xilen saw Hang Jiahe again, lying coldly on the bamboo chair, his body was thin, and his silhouette under the moonlight was so helpless and helpless.The way he was lying down even revealed the frustration of being cornered.Seeing her standing in front of him, he wasn't surprised, and he didn't look up, he just opened his eyes and said after a while, "You?" "I am back." "What are you doing back here?" "I have a letter for you." Miss Fang Xileng saw the dark circles under Hang Jiahe's eyes, and his thick eyelashes that were exaggerated by the moonlight. Such eyelashes should really be born on girls. "Is it a letter from Jiaping?" "Who else but him?" Jiahe heard a hint of disrespect in Miss Fang's tone, but such disrespect is often associated with relatives.Because of this, he got up and stretched out his thin and big hand. Miss Fang hesitated for a moment before she realized that he wanted to read the letter. This letter is quite different from the previous ones, probably because it was written to the parents, and the traditional respect in the tone once again took its place, sandwiched in a lot of rhetoric, it seems neither fish nor fowl, which makes people laugh and move.It seems that the blood relationship has been re-recognized by Jiaping. Parents and adults: I extend my most filial greetings to you in Shanghai. It is self-evident that the joys and sorrows of a half-year separation from parents and adults are self-evident.My son has abandoned the idea of ​​anarchy, and will soon go to Europe, France and other countries to conduct on-the-spot investigations and study, in order to map the way to China's prosperity and the door to success.I hope that parents and adults will not be sad.When the son left home, he brought a half-cup of a rabbit with him, which was really a piece of concern for his parents in his hometown. Going to the ends of the earth in the future, people and fragments are together, and it is finally a little commemoration.Both parents donate a son to the society, and they are like Ksitigarbha, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell".To save all sentient beings, the Bodhisattva has a heart, so you can rest your eyes. If you ask when is the date of return, it must be the day when China is prosperous and successful, the family is reunited, and everyone is happy.If China is not strong, it will never be seen again in this life. tribute Er Jiaping worshiped in Shanghai Fang Xilen looked at Jiahe, trembling with the letter paper in his hand, his eyes flickering under the candlelight, and asked, "What is it written on? Can I have a look?" Jiahe didn't say a word, and handed the letter to Miss Fang. Fang Xilen read it, and said with a faint smile, "Why didn't you mention me a word? This is Jiaping." Jiahe looked at Fang Xileng seriously, and frowned, feeling that she was unfamiliar. The clever Ms. Fang Xileng saw Jiahe's gaze, and said, "Jiahe, you saw these, and they are naturally fresh. I fought with them there for several months, but I am not sure what I said. It sounds like calluses in your ears." It was only then that Jiahe thought about asking: "Don't you run a teahouse in Beijing? Why did you go to Shanghai again?" Ms. Fang looked at the moon, sighed deeply, and said, "Sitting here, eating watermelon, looking at the moon, and talking to you about that teahouse in Beijing, it's like having a nightmare." "They are all like-minded comrades, how could it be so scary?" "Jiahe, you don't know. The society is not as benevolent as we think. The land and rent in Beijing are so expensive. How can it be possible to rely on opening teahouses to maintain a part-time work-study life?" "Money was lacking from the very beginning. It's just that as far as I know, if the teahouse is well-run, the income and expenditure can still be balanced." Fang Xi'an's fine and dense teeth gleamed in the moonlight, like small shovels. While shoveling Pinghu watermelon, he sighed and said: "I heard people say that the person who opened the teahouse They all have to eat oily fried rice, I don’t understand yet, I only realized after this time, if you don’t have that oily mouth, how can you calm down the visitors from all directions.” Jiahe thought for a while, but couldn't help but smiled very lightly, and said, "That's right, my family runs a teahouse, and that mouth can always turn straw into gold, and you can swim in white." "Let's not talk about it. The most terrible thing is to talk about tea. Our teahouse was smashed less than a week after it opened." Jiahe sat up all of a sudden, tapped his forehead, and said, "I'm sorry I didn't remind you that when you open a teahouse, there must be stickers on the door everywhere prohibiting tea, otherwise, the hooligans are here, and there is a mess, you guys How can a few scholars who have no strength to restrain a chicken win against them?" "Where does Jiaping have the pragmatic heart of yours? He is like a dream all day long, talking big. He finally opened a teahouse, and for four days in a row, students from the city of Beijing flocked to us. Not to mention eating all the tea, I don’t know how many teacups have been broken. Syndicalism, nationalism, saving the country by science, saving the country by industry, and Leninism, all come to the teahouse to debate. When you are tired, go to the corner I slept in the house, woke up and made noise again, the noise was so loud that the neighbors couldn’t bear it, so I reported it to the police station. Well, the police station is also smart, and they got a group of Qingpi from Tianjin and Beijing Tianqiao hooligans, and they came to the teahouse to eat and talk about tea. , The fire started while talking, and the tables, chairs, and benches were all smashed to pieces. Jiaping went to persuade him, but he was hit on the head, the teahouse was not opened, and more than half of the medical expenses were paid, what is this called?" Miss Fang was talking, occasionally revealing a few words of Beijing dialect.Jiahe wondered why he had never discovered that Miss Fang was so eloquent and eloquent. "You went to Shanghai just like that?" He asked curiously. "I came to Shanghai to go to France." Fang Xilen said lightly, "I advised Jiaping not to forget about it, but to study at Peking University, and he refused to listen. He is a person who won't listen to anyone." She suddenly remembered, and smiled sweetly: "Look at the love he gave you, you two brothers, you are sneaky and speculative." Jia and my brother: Seeing a letter is like seeing a person. Tonight is my last night in Shanghai. Tomorrow, my classmates and I will go to France for a work-study program by sea. It was not a whim that turned my thoughts from practice to Europe.The vainness of various social transformation practices in the past six months, especially the failure of our work-study mutual aid in opening a teahouse in Beijing, is due to nothing more than two points: economic embarrassment and weak group ability.Just like what you said in your letter, relying on us alone, in this stormy and dark society, not only cannot save ourselves and others, but even endanger the future and lives of others.The death of Tiaozhu you described gave me and other comrades a strong stimulus.We tossed and tossed in pain day and night, pondering over and over again, and the way out of China gradually became clearer, and we realized that before the society was reformed, we would experiment with new life, whether my work-study mutual aid group or your new village, would all go bankrupt after all.It must be understood that in order to transform society, one must fundamentally seek to transform the whole of society. Such trivial efforts are useless after all.The old brother has abandoned the theory of anarchism, to seek a new life and new beliefs, in order to achieve the prosperity of the country and the revitalization of the nation. Jiahe and my brother, at this very moment, how much I wish you could fly to Shanghai, cross the ocean with me, witness and practice the new life for yourself.However, it is also at this moment that I already understand that the fate of the two of us will be completely separated from now on. Because of my devotion to the society, the grief of my family and parents can only be comforted by my elder brother Jia and you.Since I have decided to bury my loyal bones in Qingshan, my parents, for example, gave birth to a son like me in vain.If you walk with me again, wouldn't it hurt their hearts.Those who devote themselves to the society are also people of flesh and blood. Every time they think of their parents, they can't help crying at night, so Jiaping bows down to Jiahe, and his elder brother is like his father.From now on, everything in the family will depend on you. Also, the remnant imperial character lamp I carry with me is a gift from you, and my younger brother should protect it like eyes.Brother knows that you like tea and love tea. If you inherit the tea house in the future, the management will definitely improve. First, you have done your filial piety on my behalf; second, you have accumulated funds for the prosperity of the society; Proud, when China becomes prosperous and strong, everyone on the earth will be hired with Chinese tea, isn't that the great pride and success of life?I Brother, if one day, everyone in the world knows about Longjing tea from West Lake in Hangzhou, then he and I will reach the same goal by different routes. Also, please forward this letter to Ms. Fang Xiyan. Ms. Fang is smart, quick-witted, lively and generous.We cooperate, although there are disputes from time to time, but we are still warm-hearted women in the end.I went away because of my ideals, and returned after being lost. My brother felt so guilty, and I had to hand it over to my brother, and deal with it properly, and don't hurt it.Miss Fang adores my brother very much. Every time she argues with me, she must say: Jiahe is not like this!smile. Don't talk too much.Brother Wang cheers up and recovers from his illness early. In the future, he will join his army in Hangzhou, "raise a million troops to the West Lake, and immediately go to the first peak of Wushan." salute Big Brother: Jiaping After Jiahe read the letter, he didn't cover his head, lowered his head, and didn't speak for a long time.Fang Xi'an felt it was strange, and could only hear the sound of patter, patter, like raindrops hitting leaves, which was very clear and intimate in such a silent night.Taking a closer look, it was Jiahe's tears that fell heavily on the letter paper. "Jiahe, why are you..." Miss Fang Xi'an was very surprised.She is a woman with many changes in personality, and it is difficult to experience the deepest friendship in her heart.If the deepest part of Jiahe's heart is an emotional garden, then the deepest part of her heart, like his father, is a law enforcement officer.She just looks fanatical, capricious, even neurotic.In fact, she is a shrewd and even scheming girl. Analyzing Miss Fang in this way, Fang Xileng, definitely does not mean that she lacks emotion and has a cold nature.In fact, she is also a very susceptible woman who is easily emotional, but those emotions are too easy to be deep, so they change quickly.When she makes a final verdict on something, reason often runs with emotion, rather than emotion with reason. In terms of feelings for Jiahe brothers, she is such an endless pendulum.During the blind date at the Wangyou teahouse, my heart leaned on the younger brother who wanted to kill himself in the square to become a benevolent; when Beijing and Jiaping opened the teahouse, the pendulum began to swing again to the older brother who talked about ideals in the tea garden on the outskirts of Hangzhou.When she bid farewell to Jiaping in Shanghai, she still cried. Jiaping's carefree manner, calling him Comrade Sireng, broke her heart.She hoped that when she said goodbye at the boat dock, Jiaping could kiss her, even in public. What Miss Fang wanted was this shocking and unique good feeling. But Jiaping never expected that when he happily waved his hat to her goodbye, tears of grievance flowed from her eyes, but she felt relieved all of a sudden, and became more and more relaxed. She didn't know it, saying goodbye to those anarchists Doctrine, those messy theories, why is she so happy.In fact, she found that she didn't like to get together to open some teahouses or do laundry. She didn't want to live a working-class life at all, and that really never occurred to her in her heart. It happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight, and she happened to enter Wangyoulou Mansion.Maybe it was a few months of wandering life, she felt that Wangyoulou Mansion was great, it was completely the family she imagined.When she saw Jiahe shed tears, she also felt good. She was moved, moved by the passion of his tears, not by the content of his tears.Then, she cried too.She walked to his side with tears in her eyes, trying to comfort him, but Jiahe turned around and went back to the room, and bolted the door, leaving Miss Fang Xileng outside. Miss Fang just sat in the moonlight and wept, thinking while crying.After crying, my mind has changed.Miss Fang took her little white handkerchief and went downstairs, sadly walking towards Lvai and the guest. "Meet Jiahe?" Lu Ai, who had cried just now, asked. "See you." "how is he?" "He's crying." Zhao Jike let out a long sigh: "Jiahe, after all, it's like being drunk." Fang Xiliang pulled Zhao Jike's empty cuff again and cried, "Uncle Jike, I can't go back." "Why can't you go back? I'll see you off." "I can't go back, my parents said they don't want me anymore." "That's angry talk." "Really, I sent them all our charters. My dad wrote and my mom passed out." "What charter did you guys get?" "There is separation from family relations, separation from marriage relations, and men and women living together..." "What?" Both of them were anxious. "Actually nothing happened, I never touched my hands, I swear to God..." Fang Xilen was terrified, and quickly made a statement. "Oh." Lu Ai sighed, "Who would believe you... No wonder your parents don't want you..." "We believe in you." Standing behind her, Hang Jiahe said in a hoarse voice. A gust of night wind blew, and the old white magnolia tree rattled. Everyone looked towards the top of the tree and looked at the gable wall, remembering Wu Chaqing who fell from the wall back then. At the end of the year, Lu Ai, an elderly woman, gave birth to a daughter. On that day, Hang Jiahe and Zhao Jike went to Lingyin Mountain and told Hang Tianzui the news.Hang Tianzui smiled wryly and said: "It's really because the fate of the world is not over, the fate of the world is not over." Asked what is the best name, Hang Tianzui said: "Let's call it Jicao, girls, it's just a foster care." "Since you take it so lightly, you might as well have been my daughter. I have no one at my knees." "It's a deal." Hang Tianzui said. The son asked, "Father, are you still going back?" Tianzui said, "It's the same whether you go back or not." "Then you mean, you can learn the same thing if you come here or not?" Tianzui was startled, thinking, Jiahe has roots of wisdom. "How about going back? So what if you don't go back?" "Go back, I want to set up a yard for you, and make it your Zen garden. You can only stay in it and do what you want to do. You don't have to worry about the affairs of the tea house. You can listen to it if you want, and you don't want to listen Just shake your hands." "What if I don't go back?" "If you don't go back, I won't go back. It's just about the tea house. You and Mom have explained it. Just leave it to me gradually." Tian Zui twisted his sparse goatee.For a long time, he thought that he was doomed after all. He pulled out the roots of his hair and fled everywhere, trying to find a refuge for his soul, but it was impossible after all.In fact, even if people didn't come to invite him, he began to miss the fireworks in the world.He understands that he is not worthy of being those masters who blindly focus on tea and Zen. "The world is still alive-..." He sighed and went home. Did the 1911 Revolution bring to China the early upsurge of the Chinese nationalist movement, an era of vigorous political experimentation, or the beginning of an era of warlordism? Hang Jiahe has a clearer understanding of this dazzling history than his parents, and he wants to find his younger brother in every wave of history.Looking at this historical period, the period from 1916 to 1928 was only twelve years, but the government in Beijing was constantly changing. Seven people served as president or head of state, and one of them served as twice. Actually equal to eight heads.There were four more short-lived regency cabinets, and a short-lived restoration of the emperor.A total of twenty-four cabinets, five parliaments, and four constitutions put the whole of China at a loss.The people on the land of China are shrouded in a deep and universal sense of disillusionment. Even Zhejiang, which is located in the south of the Yangtze River, cannot be quiet.Among the eight heads, there are five from Zhejiang, and three of them are from Hangzhou.And Wu Shanyueshui's beautiful countryside, in the midst of warlords' melee, is not immune to poverty. On the surface, none of the members of the Hang family in Hangzhou were involved in politics.Among the three sons of Hang Tianzui, one has no news from ancient times and runs around in certain corners of the earth; —Take the Wangyou Tea House. September 1924 was a crucial year for many people.That month, the battle between Qi and Lu broke out.The two factions of Zhi and Anhui competed for Shanghai, and Qi Fanyuan, who was entrenched in Jiangsu, and Lu Yongxiang, who was entrenched in Zhejiang, launched a war and were at a stalemate.Sun Chuanfang, a Zhili warlord entrenched in Fujian, led his troops into Zhejiang from Xianxialing in Jiangshan. Xia Chao, an old member of the Tongmenghui in Zhejiang and the police chief at this time, cooperated internally and externally. Lu Yongxiang was attacked on both sides and was forced to step down. That month, for the era of the Republic of China, was September of the thirteenth year, and it was indeed an extraordinary month for Zhejiang people, especially Hangzhou people.In that year, Zhao Jike worked hard for the emergence and development of Ping An Automobile Company.The technical problems of the car are not a problem for the students studying in Europe and Japan with Zhao Zhike as the core. The driving route has also developed from the lakeside to Yuefen at the beginning to Guanxiangkou, Qingtai Street, Qinghefang and the roads around the lake in the city. Qiantang Gate and Qingbo Gate.What Zhao Jike did not expect was that the conflict between rickshaws and cars was no less than the struggle between bearers and rickshaws.The development of automobiles and the shortening of stations naturally robbed rickshaws of a lot of business, and it was inevitable that rickshaw drivers scolded and smashed cars, leading to strikes and disturbances.One day, Jiahe was very surprised when he put a smile on Uncle's face.Zuo Zuobo has long since stopped pulling carts, but he has always regarded himself as a coachman all his life.Zuo Bo smiled and told Jiahe that something happened to the car.When the car drove to Baidi, it turned too fast, overturned, and injured many people.Jiahe said angrily that you hurt someone, why are you happy?Zhuo Zuobo said seriously: "Young master, those of us who pull carts have no food to eat, and those who hanged themselves have several shares!" For more than a year, Zhao Jike has been running between cars and rickshaws.To open a way for the rickshaw pullers struggling to survive on the poverty line, and to open up a bright future for the ancient China, Zhao Jike actually felt that the difficulty was no less than that of the 1911 Revolution. However, Hang Tianzui was getting old gradually, and he began to enter a peaceful era of loss.This peaceful loss was, of course, only his own.He has never been able to abandon his own life like Zhao Jike, and devote himself to the wave wholeheartedly.He was unstable when he was on the shore, and he was doomed if he fell into the high tide.So now he's starting to get further out from the tide, he's starting to go over the side of the hill.But he could still hear the sound of the tide. On the afternoon of September 25 of that year, Sun Chuanfang's army marched into Jianggan, Hangzhou; at the same time, at the invitation of Wang Yutai, the owner of Qingbai Villa under Xizhao Mountain, the Hang family and his son went to Jiangzhuang to taste tea and tune pianos. They hereby invited Zhao Jike to go with them , to relieve his anxiety in recent years. In the first half of the 20th century in China, no one in the tea business circle knew Jiang Yutai.Hangzhou people know Shanghai tea merchants, one is Tang Jishan, and the other is this Wang Zixin. Wang Zixin, nicknamed Tiyu, nicknamed Cricket Weng, is personable, both a tea master and a literati.A native of Jixi, Anhui.Wang's Tea House has seven distribution offices in Shanghai, almost all of which are located in the city center. Wang's Tea House is located in Shanghai Bund, making it the No. 1 tea house in Tianyu.The second son, Wang Zhenshang, went to study in Japan like Wu Juenong, and specialized in the tea industry after returning to China. He was as famous as Tang Jishan, and both were young and promising tea giants at that time. In order to open up export channels, Wang Zhenchou not only sent people to Casablanca, a port city in Morocco, North Africa, to set up a farm to promote Chinese green tea, but also hired graduates from Shanghai St. , and Tang Jishan's Huacha Company was on par with Tang Jishan's Huacha Company in the tea industry. The Wangzhuang tea shop in Hangzhou was opened under such competition.Wang's father and son agreed to purchase tens of acres of land at the foot of Pingfeng Mountain, costing hundreds of thousands of yuan.It is said that at that time, because a lot of West Lake was occupied, there was a lawsuit against the officials.Fortunately, Zhao Jike approached Fang Boping to deal with him, and Mr. Wang promised to donate the villa to the local government for public use after a hundred years, so the demolition was not avoided.Fang Boping also introduced his son-in-law, Hang Jiahe, to Wang Zixin's father and son, and the two have had some contacts since then.Kuang Wang Zixin is a very elegant person. He loves to taste the famous Longjing tea, visit the West Lake landscape, appreciate calligraphy and painting, Hui ink Duan inkstone, and play the guqin. In the last point, he coincides with the Hang family father and son.This time, the Wang family specially invited Hang's father and son to "Jincuoqinlou" to appreciate his homemade qin. Wangzhuang is accessible by land from Tanbai Road in Nanshan, and the waterway is more convenient. You can go directly to Wangzhuang by boat and go ashore. When you go ashore, you can see the "Tea Tea Room" of the tea house, where there are green grass, fragrant flowers, and bamboo trees covering the sky.The interior is bright and elegant, with antique furnishings. There are mahogany tea boxes inlaid with copper, bamboo lacquer tea sets, Yixing purple sand tea sets, and Jingdezhen fine porcelain tea sets. Tea.买主则是游客兼茶客，三杯过后，伙计把包好的茶叶送到你面前任你挑选，付款取货。如此风光如此茶，安能不使人醉乎？ 杭氏父子和赵寄客水路而来，坐的是比从前"不负此舟"要小得多的划子。三人一舟，各人说的全是各人的话。 "你们倒还有心情听琴呢茗？听说孙传芳从江干进来的事情吗？" "怎么没有听说？卢永祥上吴山测字，测字先生是个秀才，姓金，我认识的。给了他两句杜诗：江流石不转，遗恨失吞吴。是让他急流勇退方能后起有望，卢永祥可不就急流勇退了？" "城里不少人跑掉避祸去了，我们几个倒有心情优哉游哉？" "我倒是去过汪庄多次了。错翁那数百张名琴我也都见过。我这是专门带了你去见识的。有唐琴，龟纹断，色黄黑相间如龟板，其纹有形无迹，琴背有流水混混四字。旁边还有一行小字：唐开元五年益州宣化道人为遗叔先生制。还有一把宋琴，流水断纹如浪痕，蟋翁题了十六个字。我倒是也还记得：样桐古木，合器通灵，发音清逸，寄静宜情。" "好一个寄静宜情。兵荒马乱，军阀混战，哪里还可以寄静宜情？" "国破山河在，城春草木深。不管军阀怎么打，茶叶在山里照样年年发，我们活着的人也照样年年要喝茶嘛！这不是寄静宜情？" "嘉和接了茶庄果然面目一新，别忘了汪庄亦是你杭家的对手了。听说每年新茶上市，汪家那二公子总要亲自来杭州，住在汪庄，亲自验收郊区茶行代购的龙井茶，再度评审，择优进货。君不忧其取而代之乎？" 杭嘉和淡然一笑，说："赵伯伯过虑了，连翁隆盛这样的茶号都不怕，我们还怕什么？忘忧茶庄近年来虽惨淡经营，但每天茶行收购运来龙井毛茶，亦是当晚复炒，上簸去末，成品收缸。相比之下，汪庄茶号毕竟要稍逊一筹！" 赵寄客满心欢喜，看着坐在船头的英年华岁的杭嘉和，他也为自己往年在两个孩子中更偏爱嘉平而羞愧。在他看来，嘉和总不如嘉平更果断勇敢，敢作敢为。是他看错了？嘉和是那种需要细心琢磨的人，这点像他父亲，只是他比他父亲更能隐忍也更有主张罢了。 这是一个9月的初秋的下午，天气依旧炎热。湖面亮如锡纸，一会儿耀了这一片，一会儿又耀了那一片。热气熏得西湖昏昏欲睡，四周是一片懒洋洋的寂静。舟子划着船，连船桨机械地划入水中的声音也仿佛要睡着了，时间被热烤得凝固起来。但时间是绝不会真的凝固住的，巨大的激荡将接蹈而至，只听轰然一声——面向南山而坐的嘉和猛然一跳，从船首站了起来，他半张着嘴巴，不敢相信他亲眼看见的现实。整个夕照山烟雾腾腾，魔气冲天，鸦雀炸飞，压黑了半个湖天。"雷峰塔倒了！"杭嘉和面色苍白，嘴唇颤抖，他的父亲则胜目结舌，目瞪口呆。 那一年9月，却尚有一个人的心机既不在卢，亦不在孙；既不在直系，亦不在皖系。在他眼里无军阀，他自己就是他心里那个独立王国的军阀。 1924年9月某日，昌升茶行的老板吴升，就那么坐在自己刚刚落成的新茶行小客厅里沉思。手下的人一个不剩，都叫他打发开了，他要一个人坐一会儿。 这一幢砖木结构的二层楼房，专门设有大的厅堂和工场，供南来北往的茶商使用，光是厨房就设了好几处，为的是让信伊斯兰教的人方便。甚至楼上还有个小房间，设了卧榻、烟具，专门供人抽大烟的，又有专供人打麻将的。吴升自己，不赌不抽，甚至嫖都不嫖。这一恶习，改造在旧年游街之后。那一次的游街并非就此摧毁了他的意志。他中夜醒来，不免悲壮地想到，现在，他在别人眼里，再也不是一个跑堂的抹布一样的东西了。他是一个对手，一个别人已经在认真对付的对手。 这些年来，他里里外外上上下下地努力，早已如十年生聚十年教训一般地卧薪尝胆，悄悄挣得了一批家产：开了布店、南货店，昌升茶行也经营得很像样了。 带着嘉乔，住在吴山圆洞门里，名声便不好，正是苦于没有脸面向茶界交代——怎么就对忘忧茶庄这样地忘恩负义呢？虽然现在忘忧茶庄的股份是完全没有了，但这幢茶行的房子，却是茶清伯在时置办的，茶清伯自然用的是忘忧茶庄的钱。吴升多年来一直厚着脸皮充干儿子，为的就是要争口气。现在好了，妈的，你的儿子游了我的街，可叫我抓着机会了。可是我偏含冤受屈地装孙子，我偏按兵不动，一切如常，我照样鞍前马后地在茶行张罗。人心就是这样，我越是装出受苦受难的样子，人家越是同情我，南来北往的山客和水客们都愤怒了。纷纷地写信来，要求我去天津、去福建、去广州做客。And me?又偏不去，却派了心腹，带上嘉乔去一趟趟地送礼。礼是厚的，不怕送得重，以后会有机会重重地回来。嘉乔单单薄薄的小可怜样儿，见了人家又乖巧，又磕头又作揖，阿爷阿叔一张嘴巴甜得出水，他们就想起吴升的好处：你游了人家的街，人家却养着你的儿。吴君者，真善人也，真君子也；杭天醉者，禽兽也，伪君子也，臭狗屎也。 就这样，时机成熟了，今年清明前，吴升在候潮门另立门户，开张大喜，鞭炮响彻海月桥候潮门。山客水客们，全部拥向了新开的昌升茶行。老房子呢，吴升一转手竟卖了个好价钱，作了木柴栈。老撮着在老房子眼睁睁地看着新主登堂入室，愁得直对他的儿子小撮着跳脚："都是你，都是你，你要跟着二少爷去游什么街？你看你看，人家是君子报仇，十年不晚吧。" 小撮着什么地方都很像他爹，但是门板牙要小那么一点点，暴眼珠要那么平一点点，厚嘴唇要那么薄一点点，衣衫要那么新一点点，小撮着从任何角度看，都要比父亲进化一点点了。 新伙计要找的便是他的新主人了。新上任的忘忧茶庄老板乃杭嘉和也。沈绿爱刚坐过月子，毕竟做产是件辛苦事情，徒有垂帘听政之心却再无这般的实力。嘉和赶到现场，恰巧看到人家往从前的忘忧茶行里抬木头。吴升就在对面的新昌升茶行楼上看着杭嘉和呢。他想：你杭嘉和还能够怎么样呢？我不但卖了你这幢楼，我还敢买了你的忘忧茶楼呢。 杭嘉和静静看了一看就回了家，直接便去问父亲，这幢房子的产权应该属谁？父亲正在书房练字，听儿子问便说："按理自然是我家的，只是吴升既然成了茶清伯干儿子，那些乱七八糟的事情，谁有心思管？这些年我都没去过问，这会怎么又突然问了？他要卖就卖吧。嘉乔都在他手里呢！这个强盗坯子。" 嘉和再去找绿爱，绿爱说："要说茶清怕买了房子该有地契啊。那地契上写着谁的名字呢？吴升说茶清伯把房契给他了。鬼相信！你父亲不让我问，说嘉乔给他们养着，别过分。他也不想想，他占了嘉乔，是占了吴山圆洞门呢！" 嘉和也不再听父母如何言说，就退了出来。他晓得再追下去，便要追到小茶身上去了。母亲死时一个字也不提父亲和他，那是怨恨着他们呢。现在怕不是报应吧。 ……难道茶清爷爷真的会把房契给了吴升吗？impossible!那么，真正的房契会在哪里呢？他这么想着，不知不觉便跑到茶清爷爷从前住过的小房间再去寻找。小房间尘埃厚积，肃穆寂寞，嘉和心头一热，他觉得他在这里一定能够找到他所需要的东西，这就好比冥冥之中必定有人在护佑你一样。他闭上眼睛拉开抽屉，心情紧张，他张开眼睛时简直不敢相信这是真的，一只小扁铁匣，打开一看，安安静静，里面只有一份房契，房主是杭天醉的名字！就如茶清爷爷生前就已掐算好的一样，他等着有一天有人来求救于他呢！ 拿着这张房契沈绿爱什么都明白了。她带着产后虚弱的身子和嘉和一起去了昌升茶行。他们什么话也用不着说了，绿爱动了动下巴，嘉和挥了挥手，小撮着把那份房契往吴升眼前一晃，吴升就什么都明白了。可他同时又不明白了，这么多年，他占着这房于，也没见杭家来提房产问题。怎么突然真房契又冒出来了呢？这下他那个假房契可就露馅了。 "你们开个价吧。"他无可奈何了。他知道赵寄客和沈绿村回来了，杭天醉不抽大烟了，他一时又成不了忘忧茶庄的对手了。 老板杭嘉和表示不开价，因为他们根本就没打算卖，除了不打算卖之外，还打算跟他算一算这几年来的房租。吴升阴险地紧抚嘉乔之背说你们不看僧面至少也要看佛面啊。杭嘉和拉起了阿乔一只手说得把阿乔带回去了。吴升这才急了，说由他抚养嘉乔这是小茶的遗嘱。嘉和淡淡一笑说从法律上说未成年孩子是不能离开亲属的，你算老几？我们不妨法庭上见。吴升一想这可就是祸不单行了，又要房子又要孩子，这个杭嘉和实在不可小觑。一旦嘉乔被要回去，这吴山圆洞门他们一家也住不成了。这么一想他双眼发红，一把抱住嘉乔，声音发颤问道：阿乔你想不想回羊坝头！谁料一提起羊坝头三个字嘉乔就怒火中烧，一把甩开了大哥的手说："谁跟你回去谁不是人！" "那倒也不是由着你说说的，有法院呢。"杭嘉和耐心地解释。吴升晓得这下麻烦了，杭嘉和的丈人是律师啊。 没奈何，吴升只好厚着脸皮再去和那柴行老板说法，好说歹说，总算把那房子重新要回来了。他和嘉乔站在对面楼上看着这重新归了杭姓的大房子。它此刻被一把大锁锁着，冰凉凉地板着面孔，仿佛随时都有可能一跃而起与他作对交战。吴升想象有朝一日此处茶叶商人们进进出出的情景，感到严重失落。早知如此，还不如赖在其间不走。看着身边嘉乔，心里又被一种说也说不出来的温柔和心酸占领了。 "爹，干爹你怎么哭了？" 嘉乔用手擦着他心目中的英雄眼中的泪，他嘴唇哆啸着，自己的眼眶中也开始渗出了泪水。 "嘉乔啊，我看见你妈了。"吴升说。 "她在哪儿，妈，妈，你在哪里？"嘉乔嘴唇一撇，眼珠子就朝房梁上翻。他永远也不会忘记母亲上吊时的那副样子，他都看见了。他一想起母亲死时的样子，他就悲从中来！恨从中来！他和羊坝头那一家就有不共戴天的冤仇了。 "儿子，她在你身上附着呢。"吴升用劲挤着嘉乔的脸，"儿子，我看见你，就看见她了。" 嘉乔明白了，说："干爹，你是说我长得像我妈。" 吴升摇摇头，吴升没法告诉嘉乔，你妈不顺我，你妈她不肯做我吴家的人，哪怕我要把她干了她也不顺我。你妈怨恨着羊坝头的杭家人，怨恨你爹顾自己救命不理睬她了，这才把你和房子给了我。那是心里还牵挂着你那没用的爹呢。当我心里不清楚？你妈就是到死也不明白，她得跟我才对。她上吊不是因为别的，是因为她丢尽了脸。她想把魂儿留给自己，把身子抵押给大烟。I don't do it!我可把她给看穿了，我要干了我可就啥也没了，没了她的魂儿又没了她的身子，那粉红色的有着毛边的身子……好了，这一来她就只有死路一条了！她除了上吊还有什么别的出路？要说是我把她逼死的也不过分，谁叫她抽大烟来着？我是让杭天醉抽，又没让她抽…… 吴升这么想着，一团怨毒揉皱了他的心——小茶你可就是死错了。你留下了魂儿，留在儿子身上了。这个儿子啊，崇拜我，信任我，对我言听计从，还与我风雨同舟患难与共。只要我手里握着你儿子的手，小茶，你就一辈子跟着我，你在地狱里，也得跟着我！ 这么想着，他把嘉乔扳了过来，盯着他的眼睛。说："嘉乔，你大了，你可都明白了吧，你羊坝头杭家，抢的不是我的房子，全都是你的！" 十几岁的少年再一次把头探了出去，对面那幢空荡荡的上了锁的大房子刺痛了他的眼睛。他想那是我的，一种蛮横不得的压抑的痛苦使他的眼睛憋出了一片泪花。 吴升一下子举起他的下巴："你往远处看！" 他的视野一下子就对着窗外那个都市的天空了。远远望去，在一片黑瓦之中，有一幢精致的门楼。 "那是什么地方？" "是忘忧茶庄。" "记住，那也是你的！现在让他们占着，日后你长大了，你是要把它们全都夺过来？" "是的，我要把它全部夺过来，把里面的人全部赶出去！"嘉乔的那颗小野心像一粒膨胀的种子，在腐烂的土地上钻出了芽芽，便开始了疯长的历史，"谁害死我妈，我就要谁去死！" 他咬牙切齿地发誓，他这样又稚嫩又歹毒的誓言，让吴升血液沸腾，他猛地抓住嘉乔的小薄肩膀，说："嘉乔，好样的，配做我吴升的儿子！" 嘉乔则雄心勃勃地看着忘忧茶庄，说："我夺回了忘忧茶庄，我要八抬大轿把爹抬进府里去，我要让爹住杭天醉的房子，睡他的床！" 突然，他们的身后，轰隆隆的一声，天崩地裂一般，升起了小半个天空的尘埃。鸦雀们声嘶力竭地怪叫起来，压黑了这一大一小两个男人的身后的世界。他们却似乎不为这天塌了似的险境所吓。什么雷峰塔倒了？它爱倒不倒，不关我们的事！我们有我们的大事要办呢！我们要复仇！ 这两个没有血缘关系却又比父子还亲的一大一小，就这么任凭身后乱鸦齐飞，尘埃满天，就那么远远地注视着忘忧茶庄，一只眼睛闪耀着希望的光芒，另一只眼睛燃烧着复仇的毒火。 1924年9月的军阀入侵与雷峰塔倒塌，还对杭州城里另一位女人不起作用。方西冷方小姐现在已经是正儿八经的杭家夫人了。她在杭氏家族有了自己的历史。一方面她为杭家生下了一对儿女：儿子杭忆，女儿杭盼。一个是怀念过去，一个是面向未来，都是大有深意的。另一方面，她进入教会女中执教，重新成为基督教女青年会中的骨干人员。有了一位上帝可以信奉，方西冷女士那钟摆似的情绪便安静多了。 如果她永远不再听到那些光荣的消息，那些非凡的、让人想起来眼睛就要发亮的日子，那么，她也许不会对她的丈夫怀有太多的遗憾。随着时光的推移，从前开茶馆的热闹中那些不快的因素早就消散了，嘉平作为一个温洒的白马王子的形象，再一次在她脑中定格。不过，她也实在无法用想象中的那个虚幻的嘉平来打倒眼前这个实在的丈夫嘉和。尽管嘉和在她心目中早已是个平庸之辈，但她对他那永远是相敬如宾的态度，实在是挑不出刺来。 杭嘉和他早已脱了学生装，换上中国商人习惯于穿的长袍马褂，那是缎子铜钱花样背心和黑锦缎的袍子。有时卷起袖口，便是雪白的衬里。他也仿照时下流行的穿戴，带一块怀表，甚至因为近视的缘故，他也戴上了金丝边的眼镜。他那副样子，叫妻子方西岸看了，又端庄又平庸。方西冷不喜欢，她喜欢他穿西装，那都是到娘家去时的行头。瘦削高个的嘉和十分绅士气派，举止得体，进退有度，在社交场上沉着寡言却使人刮目，这才是方西冷喜欢的嘉和。那样的晚上，方西岸就会格外地狂热和温柔，使同样年轻的杭嘉和又欢愉又难受。第二天，他就换上长衫马褂，他受不了妻子那种过于功利的情爱方式，他明白，他娶了一个虚荣心极重的女人。 现在，这个女人再一次被激情击中了，一看到信封上那叉手叉脚的大字，她就知道是谁写来的了。这封来自广州的短信读来振奋人心，嘉平不但还活着，而且活得很活跃。他从欧法转道日本，在日本呆了好几年，结了婚，也有了一个儿子。现在，他在黄埔军校学习。他给嘉和的信很短——"国民革命一定成功，吾兄安能稳若泰山乎？尝忆当年投身社会改造社会之热忱，吾兄现可存一二？"信写在一张戎装照片的背后，大檐帽，宽皮带，明亮的大眼睛，方方的下巴，宽宽的肩膀，笔挺的脊梁。已是两个孩子妈妈的方西冷女士见了嘉平的照片，陷入了沉思，钟摆又摇荡起来了。她的沉思是那么地深，那么地深，以至于雷峰塔倒了，震惊了整个杭州城，也没有把她从沉思中唤醒过来。