Chapter 125 Chapter 125

It has been eighty-five years since this happened. The author who wrote the story can only see this photo in the photocopied materials of the old newspaper archives of the Shenyang City Library. Rough lines and yellowish sand spots on the paper. Diagonally across from me was an old gentleman wearing reading glasses and holding a magnifying glass in his hand, reading a magazine from the 1970s.On Saturday morning, there were very few people in the library. In this reading room, there were only me and this old gentleman. I have a headache. I went to a nightclub with two single female friends the night before. One of them had a twenty-eighth birthday. We wanted to celebrate and have fun. We went in and ordered fifteen cocktails. Exquisite wine glasses are stacked in small hollow boxes, arranged 35 times, and the color of the liquid is bright and gorgeous, just like the nightlife of the city.

In the dance hall and nightclub in 2011, it is impossible for us to hear folk songs from Europe played on the violin.It is even more impossible for a man and a woman to embrace each other with arms, but their bodies jump four times slowly at a polite distance.Last night, it was a black lady and her three-piece band who sang. In order to match the two girls who lead the dance around the pole at a high place, the sound of drums can shake the heart of a person who does not like drinking.On the dance floor, men and women embrace each other intimately, and the physical contact and friction will bring wonderful pleasure even through clothes, especially when most of them are acquaintances for the first time, or even strangers, and they will never see each other again.

Music, wine, singing and dancing are too old ways to pursue love, noble and romantic, but outdated. I'm still looking at this picture.I wanted to exclude all kinds of factors such as the politics of the times, if I were the woman in the story, I would love this person more.Tenderness makes a man extremely sexy.What's more, what she longed for since she was a child is to be treated tenderly. The music stopped.They let go.The hostess Chi Zhongnuozi came up and said, "Does Mr. Xiuzhi know Miss Mingyue?" Shuji nodded. Mingyue said: "I told you before that I wanted to find a job, and now I have found one. I am teaching Chinese at Riqiao Primary School."

"How long has it been?" "Almost a month." "Miss Mingyue, you..." Just after the fifteenth day, the little prince left home for Tianjin.He didn't say anything before, but on the night before he was leaving, he asked Mingyue and Caizhu to eat in his house, halfway through the meal, he said lightly, "I'm going to Tianjin Wei." Caizhu raised her head to look at him: "What are you doing, my lord?" "Turn around." "How long will it take?" "A few months or two or three months, not necessarily." "Waterway or train?"

"Go to Huludao by train, and then go by boat." "When are you leaving?" "Tomorrow morning." Mingyue didn't ask a word, and only looked up at him after hearing his explanation that he left in the morning.They haven't spoken a word for ten days.I feel awkward in my heart.Mingyue hates him for plotting to frame Xiuzhi, and she pleads for mercy, but he refuses to rescue him.It is her begging for mercy that obviously bears resentment. After dinner, Mingyue went back to her room, and Xianyu went to Caizhu's place.She saw a half clock on the table in the main room, blue and yellow, very bright and beautiful: "Hey, this is beautiful, did you buy it new?"