Chapter 42 My classmate

I don't know when women are together, they often talk about men, don't they?When we are a group of friends, we often talk about women, and we often comment on women's beauty and ugliness. What we excuse ourselves is that we are not talking about a certain woman and making judgments; we are talking about the standard of beauty and ugliness of women in the abstract.For example, we believe that the beauty of women can be divided into three types: the first type is beautiful at first glance, but the more you look at it, the less beautiful; the second is not beautiful at first glance, but the more you look at it, the more beautiful you feel; It is beautiful at first glance, and the more beautiful it is!

The first type is mostly a woman with a slim figure and fair skin. She seems very attractive at first sight, but after we chat with each other, I feel that her eyebrows are too thin, her lips are too red, her voice is too rough, and her attitude is too frivolous. , after seeing her a few times, you simply feel that her words are tasteless and her face is hideous. The second type is often a woman with simple attire and ordinary face, who does not give people a special impression at first sight.But after talking a few times and doing a few things together, you will gradually feel that she is generous in her attitude and steady in her work, and her elegant clothes show her noble taste; With a gentle smile, this kind of woman is hard to forget after getting to know her.

The third type of woman is a crane among chickens, a little red light among green bushes!Among thousands of people like a sea, you will pick her out without hesitation.In fact, before you could hesitate, she jumped out of the crowd and hit your eyelids.This kind of woman often puts an exquisite and noble soul into the body of "short and fit, moderate slenderness... no fragrance, no beauty".Her words, smiles, and actions all reveal a kind of expression and a kind of charm, which is both fluent and dignified, like a white lotus emerging from water, standing gracefully like a jade. If you have the opportunity to get to know her more, you may find that she has a calm attitude, no hindrance to her eloquence, and when she talks, she feels warm and cold.You will meet this kind of woman at most once or twice in your life, maybe you will never meet her once!

I also met once! Ms. C was my classmate in college, she was two classes higher than me.On my first day at university, an hour before the commencement ceremony, I caught a glimpse of her on the promenade in front of the Great Hall. At that time, the female students were still wearing uniforms, one-color moon white cloth shirts, black silk skirts, and there were always one or two hundred of them in a long snake-like team.Among the crowd, the bamboo shirt and black silk skirt seemed to set off Ms. C's graceful figure like a dragon swimming that day.She didn't speak loudly, nor did she laugh. Occasionally, she saw her whispering with her female companion nearby. When she lowered her head and looked sideways, she felt that her eyes were very big and extremely black.

When I entered the auditorium and sat down—we sat according to shifts, and everyone had a certain seat—she was sitting in the first three rows to my right, leaning slightly to the right calmly.I am looking at an extremely beautiful and chic silhouette: thick black hair on the sideburns, a thick ear, a white neck, beautiful eyes and eyebrows.The people speaking on the stage occasionally have something to make people laugh. They always see her slightly lowering her head and gently raising her left hand. The moist white fingers are resting on her cheeks, seeming to be smiling, but also seeming to be holding back a smile. .This impression is very clear and deep to me.For the next two years, until she graduated, I always sat in the same seat and saw this beautiful silhouette during assemblies.

Although we are in different classes, we meet a lot, such as the singing team, the editorial department of the school magazine, and some societies.She is a student in the big class and has a good reputation. In every group, she always bears important responsibilities.In any gathering, as long as Ms. C is included, the number of people is always full, and the atmosphere is very harmonious and quiet. The male students certainly admire her, but the female students also love her very much. Dissatisfied criticism. Ms. C is from Cantonese, but she grew up in the north, and she speaks clear and crisp Peking Mandarin.

In the assembly, I was always a junior cadre, quietly appreciating her calm demeanor and listening to her concise conversation in the last seat.Although she is close and kind to female students, she is also very humble and generous to male students. Her gentle beauty relieves our inexplicable embarrassment and shyness. I don't think I am a person who often blushes. I feel bad.But I don’t think I’m the only one like this. Many male students who can speak well are often speechless in front of Ms. C. She is a bright sun, and no one dares to face her squarely. I know that there are many male students in the big class who wrote love letters to her, but she never replied, and she didn't hold any grudges, and we never heard that she had any lovers outside the school.And me?When I was young, I didn't even dare to think about writing a love letter, but in those few years, I always supported her in my heart.Until now, if I relived my student life in my dreams, I still often see Ms. C in my dreams. She is either playing ball or giving a speech. Like a spark, she burns and jumps in my blurred dream fog.Perhaps this is the so-called "poetic flavor" in Mr. Lao She's novels!I am worthy of my own ideals, I only have such a "poetic" once in my life!

In the year when Ms. C was about to graduate, I acted in a play with her. In a certain scene, the two of us were the protagonists. I will never forget this scene!It's a scene from Medrink's The Blue Bird.That year was a drought in North China, and the school raised funds for relief, one of which was to raise funds for acting, and I was elected as the director of the drama department.I chose the script, translated it, and invited the actors. I acted as the little protagonist myself, and invited Ms. C to be the "God of Light".On the eve of the performance, it is time to enter the "Palace of Light"

In the first scene, I walked to her feet from the darkness and looked up. Under the strong light, Ms. C was wearing a gauze dress sprinkled with silver flowers, holding a silver staff. After some make-up, her beautiful eyes appeared even more radiant and deep, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were dripping.When we started talking, her silver bell-like voice trembled a little at first, but then became clearer and louder, and I felt refreshed as if inspired, until the end of the play.I thought, if I were a musician that night, I would definitely write a symphony, and if I were a poet, I would definitely write a long poem.Poor me, I'm nothing, I'm just a wild dream in the middle of the night!

After I graduated, I met her a few times in the United States. When I returned to China to teach at my alma mater, I heard that she had married a doctor named L and lived in Tianjin. When the classmates get together, they often report news to each other, saying that her husband is a very good doctor, and her children are as smart and beautiful as her. The last time I heard about her was ten days before the Anti-Japanese War. I had just returned from Europe and had dinner at the home of an old American professor.He mentioned that a week ago, he gave a speech in Tianjin. During the tea party after the speech, a very beautiful lady came to shake hands with him. He scratched his head and said, "Guess who? It's our beautiful C! We have eight I haven't seen her for nine years, it's really unbelievable, she is still as good-looking and young as before,...do you remember C?" I said, "How can I not remember? I traveled all over Tokyo, New York, London, Paris, Rome, Berlin, Moscow... I have never met a more beautiful woman!"

There has been no news for another six years. I believe that with her personality and the beauty of her appearance, everything around her can become a bright heaven.May she enjoy all that is in her own light, may her husband always be a good husband, and her children always be good children.For blessed is her husband, and blessed are her children! scholar. )