Chapter 7 three women

In the seaside summer resort, every dusk is a charming dusk. Green poplar trees, green pine trees, green locust trees, green ginkgo trees.On the green mountain, there is a green lawn as flat as a palm at the foot of the mountain, embroidered with small yellow flowers and small white flowers, like spreading a green blanket.The green dress, the dress slightly lifted in the breeze.At dusk, everything is coated with a thin layer of golden light for the setting sun, adding a little tenderness and a little charm. A small triangular white sail, inlaid on the sapphire sea, reminds people that it is an almond embedded in a piece of honey cake.

Where the trumpet is blowing, or in a boat by the sea, or in a pasture at the foot of a mountain with sheep.The sound is so light, so long, so far, and so long.In the ear, in the heart, or in the air, it melts.It seems to be calling someone, and it seems to be promising someone. "Who is it calling?" "Whoever pays attention to it, it will call out." Three people are noticing it.These are three very young girls. They are passing through the aspen forest at the west end of the park, looking for a path up the mountain in a low pine forest.At the front is a tall, robust, manly woman in white robes, about twenty-three or fourteen years old, named Pu Jing, followed by a tall, strong and healthy woman in white robes, about sixteen years old, with a graceful figure and wearing a light green church middle school uniform, named Pu Jing. Yiqing, the last one is about twenty years old, with a black face, long eyebrows, lively and happy, wearing a purple dress, named Heifeng.

The three of them stopped in the woods and heard the sound of the horn. Yiqing, the youngest, said, "It's calling me. It tells me the weather is too good, which makes it sad!" Black Phoenix said: "It gave me something and it took something away. This thing is not physical, it's just an intangible emotion." The older Pu Jing said: "I only heard it say: Children are not allowed to read poetry anymore. Many smart children read some poems, look for poems everywhere, and forget them when they walk." After Pu Jing said it, she left first.Because she was greedy for quickness, the road she took was not a big road.The middle school student had bare legs, no socks, and was usually afraid of insects and stings, so he complained to the guide, thinking that the road he was leading was not the way people would walk.

"How about it, guide, where are you taking us? There is a mess of grass in front of me, and I can't take another step. We only need to go up the mountain, not to explore." Pu Jing in front said: "Never mind, my poet, there will be no worms, no thorns here!" "No, no, I won't come!" Heifeng, the last one, saw that Yiqing couldn't catch up, and got a little anxious, so he called Pu Jing: "Go ahead slowly, we are not exiles, so don't be busy!" Pu Jing said: "Come on, come on, you can see the sea as soon as you come up!"

When Yiqing heard this, she forgot about the difficulty and ran over. After a while, all three of them reached the ridge, and when they looked over from the small pines, they could already see a corner of the sea. Yiqing, who was the youngest and most picturesque at that age, shouted in surprise: "Look, that piece of sea!" As if seeing the sea for the first time, she stretched out her two bare arms, which were browned by the sun, into the air. Going there seems to want to capture the blueness of the distant sea, the bright glow of the sky, and the cool breeze in the sky. But they still had to walk a little farther to look around. Pu Jing walked a few steps first, and when she reached a small pit, she turned around, with one hand climbing on a pine tree, and the other reaching out to guide the two people behind her. personal.

"Come on, I'll drag you and give me your hand!" "My hands are my own, don't give them away." Yiqing, who was the youngest, said with a smile, but jumped over the small pit nimbly, and rushed ahead. Pu Jing still stretched out her hand, and said to Heifeng behind: "Give me your hand." "I don't give away my hands either." While smiling, she wanted to jump over the small pit, but a low branch in front of her caught her by the hair. Pu Jing hurried to help her out of the difficulty. "I don't want you, I don't want you, I'll do it myself!" Although Heifeng said that, Pu Jing still held her head and removed the branches for her. Feng kissed with her long eyebrows, but Heifeng refused to agree, so she slapped Pu Jing on the back of the hand and ran forward.

At that time, the girl Yiqing had already climbed to a brown rock in the middle of the mountain. The rock was a little higher, so the small pine tree looked much lower in the surroundings, and the sight was much wider. "Come on, how nice it is here!" She raised her hands in the air in an innocent and graceful gesture, beckoning to the two behind. Not long after, the three of them stood side by side on the brown rock in the woods. It will be night soon.The sea in the distance has been covered with a layer of silver gray from dark blue, with an indescribable gentleness.The small white houses all over the mountain look shy in the thick green.On the tall building of the hotel in the corner of the beach, the orchestra has already started to play.A crescent moon has been painted in the sky in vain.On the side where the sun sets, half the sky is burning red.A piece of silver-red light, with different shades, as if trying to climb to a higher place, above the red light, there are a few purple clouds floating.The mountain with the setting sun on its back has gradually lost its inherent color in the purple mist, leaving only the outline of the mountain peak.When the breeze passed between the branches, it shook the branches and leaves.

The older Pu Jing said: "Little boy, sit down!" When the two girls were still surprised by the red light of the setting sun on the sea, they only knew they were shaking their hands gently in the air. Pu Jing had already used her hands as a pillow and lay down on a flat, clean stone. After lying down she said again: "What a bed! Sleep, sleep, don't let this stone, a gust of wind!" Because the two girls ignored her, they deliberately said to themselves: "A person who does not recognize the beauty of lying down in the sky will never know the benefits of the stars and the moon in the sky."

Yiqing said: "Looking at Altair and Vega from a lying position, and watching Baiyun rising from a sitting position, we are looking at the sea and clouds with our hands behind our backs, and watching the setting sun sink into the sea!" "Is this your poem?" Heifeng asked with a smile, and sat down.Then he said, "The stone is still hot." And he said, "Poet, sit down, and you can hear the branches singing." The girl Yiqing straightened her skirt, then handed over to Heifeng who sat down earlier, and sat down next to her. Pu Jing said: "Lie down, lie down, you want to be poets, if you want to be more intimate with nature, go and lie in the embrace of nature, you shouldn't sit still like a Bodhisattva!"

"If it is the poet's right to lie on this lukewarm stone, then you have to let us lie on it. You have no share, because you don't admit that you write poetry!" So Pu Jing sat up by herself, pulled the two girls over to her side, and overwhelmed both of them at once. But within a short while, the three of them were lying side by side on the brown cliff. When Heifeng lay down, he seemed to have discovered some brand new world. He was so surprised that he turned his head from side to side. "Hey, the sky is above my head! The sky is above my head!" She raised her hand, "I'll grab that big star, and I'll definitely catch it down!"

Yiqing also seemed to experience this for the first time, and she made a fuss, thinking that the sea fell, the trees fell, and the sky and the earth were much closer. Pu Jing said: "If you want to be poets, how can you write good poems if you haven't discovered these things yourself?" Yiqing said: "Whoever says 'poetry' in the future will be a fool." Black Phoenix said: "What to do? It's so good here! What should we do?" Because Heifeng can sing and loves to hear her sing, Pu Jing asked her to sing whatever she wanted, thinking that this little breeze, this air, could bring the singing to the farthest place and melt into the hearts of all people. Melting into every corner of this world occupied by dusk is not considered a stupid thing.He also said that only songs can express everyone's joy. Heifeng sang softly and happily for a while, but stopped.He said: "This is not the time to sing. We know beauty and approach beauty. Only silence is the most appropriate way. Human singing, like human literature, is so simple and poor. What can be sung can be written. It’s just the superficial gains, losses, sorrows and joys of life. As for us in this situation, can we use a voice and a set of words to express what we feel? Absolutely not, absolutely not.” Pu Jing said: "It is impossible to keep everything present with singing, of course. Because at this time, we do not gain anything, nor lose anything, but make us forget ourselves. If we don't forget, it won't work! But when our soul or this When something like this is melting into a subtle light, we need a song, because only it can melt our soul!" This was not like Pu Jing's usual tone, obviously, the air made this woman innocent and chattering.She sat up and saw that Yiqing was only smiling, so she asked Yiqing: "Little poet... how about you tell me your opinion?" She still smiled, as if smiling was all the young girl had to say.This girl loves to talk the most and can talk the most, but at this moment she just smiles. Heifeng said to Pu Jing: "What is your own opinion?" Pu Jing said softly: "My opinion is—" She didn't continue the conversation, but took Yiqing's hand, put it near her mouth for a bite, and squeezed Heifeng's hand tightly, Hold it tightly, needless to say, this is her opinion. All three of them will feel that silence is necessary, and the beauty of the scenery and the subtlety of friendship should only be understood from silence. But after a while, Yiqing wanted to talk, but deliberately asked Pu Jing: "How to understand everything at present, what is your opinion?" Pu Jing said: "I don't need to speak, the pine tree on the left is speaking for me!" "Say something?" "It says: Whoever talks is a fool, whoever sings is a lunatic, whoever asks is a..." Yiqing said, "You are swearing again! Heifeng, she is swearing at you! Pinch her, you can't spare her!" Black Phoenix said: "She doesn't scold me!" "You are a gang. But I am not afraid that you will form a gang. Let me ask you, how are poets born?" Because Heifeng didn't deal with Pu Jing because of Yiqing, Yiqing pouted her lips and said softly. Pu Jing said: "Yiqing, do you need to understand? The poet first admits that he is a fool, so he repeats the silent words spoken by the branches and all nature, and finally becomes a poet." "How does he repeat it?" "Because he thinks he understands many secrets between heaven and earth, even though in fact he knows no more than ordinary people, but he never tires of repeating those secrets, for example, the whispers made by the end of the tree at dusk, the dew The shyness hidden in the grass, the travel of the meteor, the smile of the flower, he is confident that he knows so many things that others don't, he has the right and the obligation, so he comes to write poetry." "However, although the poet looks like a fool in everything, especially when he explains everything, explains everything, and describes everything, the empty words he uses and the empty words he uses are not fools who can do that. But if there are no poets to write poems, this What kind of world is the world?" "We don't need a poet right now, and we don't need poetry." "What about in the future? What if in the future we want to tell someone else, someone who will be told a hundred years or a thousand years from now?" Pu Jing replied: "According to me, if the report is given to them, they only know to read our poems, but they don't know how to comprehend and recognize the current things. Beauty is not fixed, and it exists everywhere. There are fewer poets, and human beings must also To be able to recognize beauty is closer to beauty. The poet does not increase the wisdom of the wise, but only makes ordinary people seem wiser. It is the sin of ordinary poets in the past to make ordinary people go arty, merchants have to compose poems and lyrics when they appreciate flowers, and soldiers only want to wear their shields and write poems. " Yiqing said: "We don't talk about crimes, we just ask whether a good poet can sometimes have this ability to preserve all phenomena in a set of words, although what is preserved may not be exactly the same as the scene at the time, but it can indeed be preserved. Something. I also believe that a real poet, he really sees and hears a lot of strange things!" Pu Jing smiled and nodded, "Yes, I have seen and heard a lot. There is no need for a poet, it is me, and I also hear some strange voices at this time! " Heifeng didn't speak for a long time, crushed the purple wild flowers that he picked on the road before, and sprinkled them all over Yiqing's body, and said softly: "Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha. It's really a Tathagata Buddha with a lotus on the bottom of his tongue!" As usual, when Yiqing talked about something with Pu Jing, she always seemed enthusiastic and excited, but Heifeng's behavior did not hinder her discussion of that issue.She asked Pu Jing: "What did you hear?" Pu Jing took a handful of flowers scattered on the stone and sprinkled them on the head of the little girl Yiqing. "I'm now hearing that pine tree and those tall pagoda trees discussing a matter. It said: "Look, these three people must be some people from the city, they must be some scholars. I know so little about things, so I saw the moon, the stars, the glow of the setting sun, the sea of ​​salt water, a blade of grass, a drop of dew, a flower that just bloomed, and a detached tree leaf. , all the fuss, it's really uncomfortable to be stingy and tacky! '""If trees were sentient, this would not be surprising! " "They don't have the so-called perception of humans, but they have experienced too much knowledge of nature. They have seen a lot, so they will never be surprised. They are much more stable and sophisticated than humans." Yiqing said, "We're not surprised either!" Pu Jing said: "But we have to honestly admit that we are all a little stupid. Once we are in a good situation, we have to be stupid. This should be a fact. Not only trees never discuss these things, but those who serve the society People who live and strive for the happiness of mankind will not come to this kind of discussion!" Yiqing said: "This is not a place to promote socialism. You say you understand pine trees, don't you worry that pine trees also understand your words? Aren't you afraid of informers?" Because Yiqing was rolling happily on the stone and crushed the grass in the crevice of the stone, Heifeng imitated Pu Jing's air and teased Yiqing, saying: "I heard the grass around me complaining: Where did so many come from?" Reasonable people, if we don’t provoke her, she will torture us too! Only poets are like this, could it be that the one who ravaged me was a candidate poet?” "Besides, I'll beat you," Yi Qing raised her hand towards Hei Feng. "I hope that Mr. XX will come more slowly, and he won't come back for three days." ×× is Heifeng's fiancé. At this point, the two laughed and grabbed each other for a while.Because spherical wild flowers are suitable for wearing into a collar, Yiqing broke free and went down the stone wall to collect wild grass. Afterwards, Pu Jing said to Hei Feng seriously: "I think of one thing, I think of a book. In the past, Mr. xx could only listen to that xx girl talking at a distance by the seashore, but now we are playing with you like that. Let me ask you, Is there any difference between the you on the sand at that time and the you now?" Heifeng pulled Pu Jing's hand to her head and said softly, "This is different!" She spread Pu Jing's palm to cover her eyes. "It was the same summer two years ago. In this dusk weather, I only hoped that there would be such a gentle hand covering my face, and that someone was thinking of me. Now there is such a hand on my face." ——" Pu Jing said softly: "I'm afraid not. You should say: I used to want a man to miss me, but now I'm thinking about a man!" "Pu Jing, you are not loyal. You think I... He sent two letters today!" "Have you received a letter? We thought we hadn't received a letter yet! I'm in love with you, I'm worried about it, and I'm just playing tricks* "There is no result. He is very difficult, no contact anywhere, no one knows where XX was arrested. He will ask for leave from school for four days, and he will not be able to come back for a while!" "I'm afraid it's over. They're all doing it that way. If there's a bunch of little devils raised in a certain area, there must be a hell to house them." Heifeng probably thought of her old incident on the sand two years ago, and thought of her soon-to-be-married fiancé, who was walking around in ×× because of the summer heat, so she fell silent. Pu Jing touched Hei Feng's cheek gently with her hand, and smiled knowingly. Yiqing picked the fine grasses that were strewn with flowers, smiled happily, and climbed up the rock, picking the flowers on the rock, just laughing at the same time. Black Phoenix said: "Yiqing, let's debate for a while. You want poetry, and Pu Jing doesn't want poetry. You want poetry because you think poetry can say everything and record everything. But I think you are so beautiful, especially when you smile. What? Poems written in words can record your smile?" Yiqing said: "If a poem written in words is of no use, a song composed of a string of sounds, or a painting composed of a single color can be made." Pu Jing said: "But can we paint? We can't paint what we are currently, what else can we paint when we are far away?" Heifeng said to Pu Jing: "What do you think is appropriate? If you say silence, then you don't have to say it, because silence can only recognize and cannot keep our records." Pu Jing said: "I thought that only memory could preserve everything. An impression of anything, engraved in the heart is better than being preserved on the music score and canvas..." Yi Qing rushed to say: "This is a natural thing. But How many people in this world can keep beautiful impressions in their hearts? Most people’s memories are spent on trivial matters in life and duties. Most people can only remember a daily account, or a bunch of faces of their bosses and subordinates. Pay attention to routine work and routine habits, most people are not suitable for remembering to pass each day! There are beautiful rainbows hanging in the sky all day long. There must be more attention at work. If you want to engrave all the perfect postures of nature and life in the hearts of all people, without relying on these things made with words, sounds, colors, volumes, is there any other way?No, no! " "Then art is not made for these laymen and fools again?" "Art is by no means produced for vulgar and stupid people. In fact, art is needed to comfort those who are so busy that they only know how to compete for life but cannot understand the meaning of life. Since we admit that art is the imitation of the perfect form of nature and life Works, which contain moral beauty, give this thing to stupid and vulgar people, although for a while there will be more pseudo-arts and pseudo-artists in the world, but its advantages can still outweigh the disadvantages.” Pu Jing said: "Little Yiqing, I can't win against you. I just hope you become a poet and let God torture you." After speaking, he said softly: "Next year, the year after, you will be like XX, turning yourself into a poet. A line of poetry, choose all the words to rhyme, and you will know if the rhyme is not appropriate..." The evening wind was stronger, and the branches and leaves of the locust tree on the left that were close to the rock were swept across the stone surface. When she came to her, she said: "This is the tree's mockery," and said: "Yiqing, please let Pu be quiet. Look, how beautiful the green clouds are in the sky! Just think about it, if we invite a friend, invite A person who has never been here before suddenly throws her from the sky to the ground, making her stare blankly at everything around her, what do you want?!" Yiqing imitated Pu Jing's tone and said: "The pagoda tree will say..." "I don't want pagoda tree's opinion, I want your opinion." Yiqing had sat up for a while, raised her head, and found Xingzi, she said: "We are here, according to the opinion of the trees, we are already vulgar enough, we should have someone who is not vulgar - that is to say, Seeing this twilight scene, the only person who can talk and laugh freely is Ms. XX. Mr. XX can bail her out and take her over. It would be great for the four of us to have fun in the summer." "She's not vulgar, really. There's something about her like a man, and there's something about her that's not as good as a man!" Yiqing said: "I hope she can come. Only she is not vulgar. Because of the three of us, like Pu Jing, she thinks that she has philosophical opinions against poetry, so she won't be laughed at by the trees. In fact, she said there, she fell into" Say it." Pu Jing said: "But when she comes, I think she'll say, 'This is where the immoral beasts of capitalism go to enjoy themselves.' As if there is something sinful about a better place, a better climate. Although the trees don't think she is as vulgar as we are, there is another kind of smell that is not very elegant. " Yiqing said: "It's because you don't know her. If you have seen her, you won't say that about her. Her advantages can also be seen in these aspects. She revolutionized, endured hardships, and went to Wusong silk factory to work for a dime. When she came back, she saw it very naturally, thinking that since there were so many women doing it there, she had to understand the situation and just do it. It was the same for her to do other hard and dangerous things, not like some One wanders in some life for a while, and always shows off that experience. She works so hard, but if she were here with us, she would be laughing about what's going on just as much as we are. She doesn't shout slogans indiscriminately, she doesn't flaunt herself, she is really a revolutionary!" Heifeng agreed with Yiqing's explanation because Pu Jing had never met ××, and said: "Yes, she will be like this. She came here, we understand her and respect her rare spirit. She She can also understand us and agree with us. This is really her greatness. She is famous and does many things, but when you meet her face to face, she does not oppress you. She looks like a person everywhere, but makes you love her and Respect her." Pu Jing said: "Heifeng, you only saw her once, and at that time she was..." "Yes, I liked her once I saw her." Heifeng seemed to have a shadow of the past flashing in his heart, a little Embarrassed, she said softly: "I love her, really. A revolutionary woman has such a simple personality, I have never seen a second one!" Yiqing smiled and said: "She said you are smart and beautiful!" "I hope she says I'm 'very useful'." Heifeng squeezed Yiqing's hand when he said. "This should be what you want," Pu Jing said. "Your first impression is really beautiful, and other virtues are often revealed on the second face. I dare say that Mr. XX has the same first impression of you as Ms. XX!" With a shy smile, Heifeng looked at the remaining purple at the end of the day, "I am glad that people's impression of me is beyond beauty." Yiqing said: "I was originally beautiful, but I don't like people saying that I am not beautiful." Pu Jing said: "Beauty is not a sin. True beauty has no boundaries with the highest morality. You are just worried that people will praise you like the so-called beautiful. You are not beautiful, but you are really beautiful. " "Pu Jing, why do people often say 'useful' to you? Why don't they say I'm 'useful'?" Pu Jing answered her: "This should be your own hope! For example, if you think her behavior is right, her work is respectable, and her life is meaningful, you should learn from her, and you don't have to ask her to mention it. As for beauty, we all know it." Reward, Mr. X..." "Come on, come on, aren't we afraid of trees laughing at people with these words?" The evening wind became more tense, and the whole forest was rustling. The three of them were silent for a while, looking at the sea in front of them. It turned out that the sea in front of them was shrouded in a silver mist at dusk, as if they were getting closer.The hills in the sea have gradually become blurred, and the outlines cannot be seen.The sky was pale white with a slight cyan at first, and now it has turned blue.At the sunset, it has changed from silver red to deep purple, and a few clouds that were originally purple have turned light gray instead. In another place, a little residual light has baked a few small clouds into jet black. When the woods sounded again, Yiqing said to Pu Jing: "In ancient times, there were people who knew the language of birds, and now there are people who can translate the language of trees. It's just a coincidence. But what do they say now?" Pu Jing said: "Many woods said in unison: "I am very happy today, and I have to listen to a clever and beautiful candidate poet. '" Yiqing knew that she was teasing her, but deliberately asked: "What will happen after that?" " "There is also the unrestrained pine tree on the left," said: "It's night, and it's a whole day of sunshine, which makes me tired all over!"The sun has returned to rest in the sea, and we must rest too.What a moon these days!I love that star, I don't know her name, but I still love her.I don't like lights.I worry about rain, and I hate fog. I thought that the three young men on the rock should also go home. Don’t they know that it’s getting dark and they can’t find their way soon? ’ But the slender and humorous pine tree on the left said: “The poet uses fireflies to light his way, so don’t worry about them.” The other tree said: “I haven’t seen the little torches flying around in the past few days. Nightcrawler! The humorous pine tree said again: "It's okay, the three of them are very brave, especially the young girl, don't worry she is so beautiful and delicate, she can still jump off the cliff!" Another asked: "Why, do you believe they would do that? ’ That one replied: “I shouldn’t have believed it, but judging from the way they talked about it, they must not be afraid of danger.” Yiqing said: “Pu Jing, your translation is very good, I believe it is faithful Translate. Since you know how to translate, please translate the words back for me. Tell the pine tree (she pointed to the humorous one) for me, and you said: "We are not afraid of the night, the moon is not enough to illuminate the road here, There are not many fireflies, we can also break some oily pine branches, get kindling from stones, and light a bunch of wildfires to light the way! '" Because the two friends were guests and he was the host, Heifeng thought that the dinner should be arranged properly at home at this time, so he said: "Don't do this, let's say goodbye to the woods.The pine tree forgot to tell us when to eat, we have to remember it ourselves! " Several people stood up, and Yiqing put the wreath on Heifeng's neck, and Heifeng said: "Poet, wear it yourself!" Before he can dedicate the poem he wrote to the most perfect type of human being instead of a wreath, he should first replace the poem with a wreath and put it on the head of that typical human being!" Because she was afraid that Heifeng would put the wreath back on herself Neck came up, usually very timid, but at this moment he forgot all the scary things in the dark pine forest, and ran away first. Their residence was at the foot of the mountain, and it was about half a mile to the place where they talked and laughed. They walked back to the small white house where they lived, and when they turned to the side of the road on the mountain, the lights on the lonely mountain road were already on.Several people arrived at home, washed their hands, had dinner, and talked for a while, and everyone agreed that they should go back to the small room in the residence to do their own things.Yiqing has already decided to translate a French poet's story and submit it to the paper, Pu Jing is going to finish reading a chapter on the history of education, and Heifeng is going to write to her fiancé, asking about the situation of ××, and telling the three here My personal hope is that if XX comes out, I must invite her to the seaside to rest for a while, so that I can have fun with a few friends, and at the same time avoid suspicion, so that the detective will not go to Shanghai with her again and not relax her.She was also going to write a letter to her father, asking him what season would be best for her wedding day.When they talked about the things they should do, they agreed with each other that no matter what the important things were, they would not delay the work. Both Pu Jing and Yi Qing went back to the bedroom upstairs, while Hei Feng wrote letters in her own room.After writing the letter, I looked at the small watch on the table, it was ten forty, and I just wanted to go upstairs to see if the two of them were asleep.The bell in front of the door rang for a while, so I went to see who it was.When I went out, I knew it was a telegram, so I hurriedly signed it, ran back to the room alone, found the code book, and started to translate it from the back.The telegram was taken by Mr. XX, which said "XX is dead, and Yu Guoshen will reply as soon as he goes." After reading the telegram, I looked at the letter written by Shijian.Heifeng thought to himself: "In this world, what is useful is the result of that!" She remembered the first time XX went to XX school to see her, she was extremely sad, and she said to herself: "This is the usual way for brave and useful good people, so there are some mediocre, self-sufficient and confused people left... ..." Then he said, "I'm not a child, what's the use of crying?" It turned out that the child's eyes were already red. She took the telegram upstairs, stood outside Pu Jing's bedroom, and gently knocked on the door.Pu Jing asked: "Heifeng, is that you..." She pushed the door open and walked behind Pu Jing and stood there for a while, because Pu Jing read the book just right, and felt that since this person had never seen XX, she would disturb this kind of telegram This friend doesn't need it, so he doesn't show the telegram to Pu Jing.Seeing Heifeng standing behind her silently, Pu Jing thought it was just because she was afraid of hindering her from studying, so she asked Heifeng, "Have you finished writing the letter?" Heifeng said softly: "It's eleven o'clock, everyone go to sleep." She left Pu Jing's room with a sour heart, walked to the door of Yiqing's room, and gently pushed the door open, only to see Yiqing wearing the scarlet pajamas, laying her head on the table for a nap, climbing the The girl shook her by the shoulder, and when Yiqing woke up, she said, "Don't mess with me, I'm rowing! I just squinted, and I was on the sea, sitting by the triangular white sail." After a while, she said: " My article has been translated." "Sleep, sleep well. I will spread the bed for you." "I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself. Have you written your letter yet?" Heifeng said softly: "It's finished. You're asleep. Let's see you tomorrow!" "Go up the mountain to see the sun tomorrow, don't forget!" Heifeng said: "I will never forget." Because Yiqing said that she was going to drive the little white sailboat in her dream, so Heifeng still held the telegram in her hand and left. When she came out of Yiqing's room, she sat by the stairs for a while.She tried hard to make herself stronger and stronger, not to allow herself to be sad.She thought: "Everything is normal, everything is natural. Some people live for every present day, and some people live for an ideal life. For a distant ideal, go to send him in various tortures Isn’t it natural to die for ideals in the old days? The fallen, dead, stiff, and rotten, will be filled with new, younger and stronger people on that road. If this goes on, the world Didn’t the map on the map change the color? She seems to be finished now, but all her career is not finished. When she can’t live herself, she will live in everyone’s memory. She will not die.” She did not cry herself.She knew that when tomorrow morning came, Yiqing would first tell her about the experience of driving a boat in her dream and the joy of doing whatever she wanted, but she would tell Yiqing the content of the telegram, giving Yiqing a heavy heart in the morning. sad!She remembered Yiqing's wreath, and hurried to find it in the cafeteria, and hung it on the bust that XX gave her in the study. In June 1933, in Qingdao