Chapter 19 Chapter Nineteen

At first Philip was so grateful for the friendship Ross had shown him that he never made any demands of him.He let everything take its course and lived happily.But after a while, seeing how amiable Rose was to everyone, he began to resent that what he had asked for was a dedicated friendship, and what he had accepted as a favor in the past was now regarded as his own. up.He watched Rose with jealous eyes interacting with other children. Although he knew he was wrong, he couldn't help but sometimes sarcasm Rose.If Rose spent an hour in someone else's study, Philip frowned at him when he returned to his own.He was often morose all day long; and Rose, who either did not notice his temper, or ignored it, made Philip doubly sad.He clearly knew he was stupid, but he still picked a fight with Ross more than once, and then the two didn't speak for several days.However, after a long time of turning his face, Philip couldn't stand it anymore. Even though he sometimes believed that he was right, he still humbly apologized to Ross.Then they made up again, and for a week they were as close as ever.But the golden age of friendship was over, and Philip could see that Rose walked with him often out of habit, or out of fear of his temper; .Ross was often bored.Philip felt that his limp was beginning to annoy Rose.

Towards the end of the term two or three students came down with scarlet fever.There was a lot of discussion in the school for a while, demanding that they be sent home to prevent the epidemic from spreading.As a result, the patients were isolated, and no students were infected again, so everyone was relieved.An epidemic was finally stopped in time.Philip was one of the scarlet fever patients and spent the entire Easter holiday in hospital.At the beginning of summer school, he was sent back to the vicarage to recuperate and get some fresh air.Although the doctor assured him that Philip's illness had passed the contagious period, the pastor was still full of doubts, thinking that it was ill-considered for the doctor to suggest that his nephew go to the seaside to recuperate, and he agreed to Philip's return home out of helplessness. , because there was really no other place to send him.

It was half term before Philip went back to school.He had already forgotten about the quarrel with Ross, and only remembered that Ross was his best friend.He realized that he had been a fool in the past, and resolved to be more reasonable in the future.During his convalescence, Rose sent several text messages, each ending with wishing him a "speedy recovery back to school."Philip thought that Ross must be looking forward to his return, as eagerly as he wanted to see him. Philip learned that some adjustments had been made in the study because a pupil in the sixth form had died of scarlet fever, and that Rose was no longer living with him.What a disappointment!When Philip arrived at school, he went straight to Rose's study and broke in.Ross was sitting at his desk, doing homework with a classmate named Hunter.Rose turned sharply as Philip entered.

"Which daredevil is it?" He shouted, and then took a closer look, "Yo, it's you." Philip stopped in embarrassment. "I wanted to come in and see how you were doing." "We're doing our homework." Hunter interjected. "When did you come back?" "It's only been five minutes since I came back." They sat still, just staring at him, as if they thought he came at an untimely time.Evidently they were anxious for Philip to go away.Philip blushed. "I'm leaving now. You've finished your homework, would you please come to my room and ask for a seat," he said to Rose.

"OK." Philip closed the door casually, and limped towards his study.He is very sad.Ross, far from being at all pleased to see him, looked annoyed, as if they had only been acquaintances.He stayed in his study, not daring to leave, for fear that Rose would come to him at that moment, but his friend never showed up.The next morning, when he had just started his morning prayers, he saw Rose and Hunter, shoulder to shoulder, striding over.Others told him everything about what happened after he left.Philip forgot that in one's school days, three months.It can't be considered short.During this period, he lived in isolation and recuperated at home, while Rose lived in the bustling world.Hunter just filled that void.Philip noticed that Rose had been quietly avoiding him.Philip Yeh, however, was not the kind of child who made things up and kept his words to himself; he waited for his chance, and when he was sure that Rose was alone in the study, he went in.

"Can I come in?" he asked. Rose stared, embarrassing and couldn't help but vent his anger on Philip. "Well, as you please." "Thank you, then!" said Philip sarcastically. "Why are you here?" "Listen, why did you become such a wimp when you came back from beating me?" "Oh, stop talking stupid things," Ross said. "I really don't know what you like about Hunter." "It's out of your hands." Philip lowered his eyelids, full of words but didn't know where to start.He is afraid of making a fool of himself.Ross stood up.

"Fly to the gym," he said. As he strode up to the door, Philip forced the words out of his throat: "Listen, Ross, don't be so unkind." "Hmph, fuck you." Rose slammed the door shut, leaving Philip alone in the room.Philip was trembling with anger.He ran back to his study, thinking about what he said just now.He hated Rose now, and he must try to get revenge, which also made him uncomfortable, and then thought that he could have said something to ridicule him just now.Philip murmured to himself dejectedly that the friendship was over, and he wondered what others would say behind his back.Out of his nervousness, he seemed to have seen various expressions of ridicule and surprise in the speech and behavior of other students, but in fact they didn't take him seriously.He imagined how others were talking about it in private.

"After all, the good times don't last long. I don't know how he got on with Carey, such a nasty guy!" In order to show that he didn't care about this matter, Philip suddenly had a hot fight with a classmate he always hated and looked down upon.His name was Sharp, and he was from London. He had a vulgar appearance: he was short and fat, his lips were covered with a new mustache, and his thick eyebrows came together above the bridge of his nose.A pair of limp hands, and a gentle manner that is not commensurate with his age.He speaks with a Cockney accent.He was the kind of student who was too slow to take part in any games at all, and he tried his best to make up some excuses in order to avoid the activities that the school stipulated to participate in.Classmates and teachers always have a vague sense of disgust for him.And Philip now took the initiative to make friends with him, purely out of bullshit.In two semesters, Sharp will go to Germany, where he will spend a year.He hated school, seeing it as an unseemly drudgery that he had to endure before he could grow up and enter the world.He was interested in nothing but London, and he had a stomach full of stories to tell about his activities in London during his holidays.He spoke in a soft, guttural voice that seemed to carry the lingering echoes of London street night life.Philip was both fascinated and disgusted.With his lively imagination Philip saw in a daze the throng of people thronging round the nave doors of theatres; the blinding lights of cheap restaurants and bars; They strike up a conversation; see the shadowy crowd under the street lamps, come and go mysteriously, and want to have fun.Sharp lent Philip some cheap novels he had bought in Holywell Street, and Philip retreated into his cell to read them with a strange terror.

At one point, Rose tried to make up with Philip.He has a gentle temperament and doesn't like to make enemies. "I said, Carey, why are you being so stupid? What good are you doing yourself by ignoring me?" "I don't understand you," Philip answered. "Well, I mean, why don't we both say a word?" "You annoy me." "Then please do." Rose shrugged, turned and walked away.Philip was very pale--as he always was when he was emotional--and his heart was pounding.After Rose left, he suddenly felt devastated.He didn't understand why he was answering Rose that way.He is willing to sacrifice everything as long as he can get back together with Ross.He resented the quarrel he had just had with Rose; he felt terribly guilty about the pain he had caused Rose.But at that moment, he really couldn't control himself, like the devil haunted him, and blurted out some harsh words against his will. In fact, even at this moment, he didn't want to take the initiative to come to the door and shake hands with Rose.However, his desire to avenge his shame was too strong.He had always wanted to seek revenge for the pain and humiliation he had endured.It was pride at work, and how stupid it was, because he knew Rose wouldn't take it to heart, and he would suffer for it instead.A thought flashed through his mind: to go to Rose and say to him:

"Hey, I'm sorry, I was too unreasonable just now. I really can't help it. Let's forget about the past and make up." However, he knew that he would never do that.He was afraid of being ridiculed by Ross.He couldn't help feeling angry with himself.Presently Sharp came in, and Philip had a quarrel with him as soon as he found something wrong.He has a ruthless instinct to expose other people's wounds, and he is often especially resentful because of his sharpness.But this time, it was Sharp who made the fatal move. "Hey, I just heard Ross and Mailer talk about you," Sharp said. "Mailer said: Then why don't you give him a kick? It'll teach him a lesson. Rose said: I don't want to do that. Damn lame!"

Philip blushed suddenly, and couldn't answer a word for a while, his throat was choked, and he could hardly breathe.