Chapter 12 Goodbye Rose Part Four (2)

I drove Lao Zhuang home.He was very silent along the way, with his forehead leaning against the car window. Believe me, seeing such a handsome man so sad is really not a good thing. When the car passed through the undersea tunnel, he secretly shed tears. I knowingly drove the car to Tsim Sha Tsui and parked on a street full of feasting and drinking, intending to conspire with him to get drunk. He didn't refuse. In the tavern he handed the letter into my hand. Credit is written in Chinese, the font is very childish, like a child, the original text is reproduced: "Zhuang: Have you come back? I think it's you. Who else can know that the happiest moment of my life was spent in my eldest brother's study? I will never forget that night we took off our shoes and secretly Turn on the big brother's record player and dance until dawn. But I'm married again? Don't too many things happen in the future, the past is the past, I hope you can find happiness, I am no longer young, the true meaning of life It’s not about satisfying one’s own desires, best wishes.”

"Heh," I said, "Huanjun's pearls are both in tears." I feel infinite emotion. Time is always our enemy, and what has happened cannot be undone. I asked, "If you went back in time, would you marry her?" Zhuang said, "I will." I said, "She didn't leave her address. She is a sensible and lovely woman." "No, she's not rational at all. This letter just means that she doesn't love me anymore." "How can she love you again? It would be too cruel to ask her to leave her husband and marry you." Zhuang drank desperately.

I pressed his cup, "At least you know her recent situation. If you still love her, you should be happy for her. She is living a peaceful life now. Zhuang, enjoy this holiday, Hong Kong is big and can accommodate you , can accommodate her." Zhuang nodded. I rubbed my hands, "I sympathize with you very much, maybe this is what the Chinese call fate, and fate is actually the chance rate of foreigners." I said, "Maybe we ran into her when we took the elevator to the newspaper office just now, but you ran up the stairs instead." I paused, "Maybe we met her in the elevator, and we didn't know each other."

"Why," he said, "didn't you hear that Mr. Cai say that she is still a beautiful woman?" "You are still a handsome man. Zhuang, there are many days ahead." "You won't understand," he said dejectedly, "without this person, all life is meaningless, and life is useless." I suddenly became scared, "Zhuang, don't say that, don't scare me." "It's true," he said, "I shall regret it all my life." "Zhuang, think about everything you have got." I encouraged him, "You are a capable person..."

"Thank you, Epicenter." I also drank a lot with him, and we were both drunk that night. Called a taxi to go home, we lay down on the bed, unconscious.I woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty to get a glass of water, and saw Zhuang's door half closed. I heard his weeping. God. Seeing this, I would rather not fall in love for the rest of my life, just be happy, how good it is. But I think of the girl by the goldfish pond again in my mind. Is it worth crying in the middle of the night for her?I have fallen into a demon barrier, and I am shocked by this. At dawn, I saw Lao Zhuang standing on the terrace with swollen eyes.There is a whole row of crabapple flowers planted on the terrace, making the misty morning look picturesque.

I pretended I didn't hear or see anything, and asked him to eat breakfast. Huang Ma made four porridge side dishes, which were extremely delicious, and we both ate a lot. Later, my father called. He said that his new wife had caught a cold yesterday, and now she had a fever, and the appointment was cancelled. I can't wait for this. If I change my sisters, I will suspect that the new Mrs. Luo is there to buy time to negotiate with my father about my issues. Whatever it is, I just want to spend time with Lao Zhuang and do my best as a friend. The sun is very good, I play chess with Lao Zhuang.

Huang's mother said: "Madam stood in the flower garden in the middle of the night last night, and she developed a fever in the morning. Master is in a hurry." I glanced at Zhuang, it was the same.For whom is the wind and dew standing in the middle of the night? Suddenly I had an idea and asked Huang Ma: "Is there a female guest at Father's place?" "Female guest, no wow." Mama Huang was stunned. I said, "My father said yes, but you are talking nonsense." "Master, I've been here in the old house for several days, and I don't know much about the affairs there."

"Exactly." I nodded. Lao Zhuang said: "General, you lost." I messed up the pieces with my hands. "Go out and relax." I said. "I like the old house, it feels safe," he said. "Helping my father do business, I asked him to give you the old house." "Use money to crush me to death?" "Hong Kong is a colorful society. You only got married once and lost love once. That's nothing. You will definitely find a good partner and make a comeback." Zhuang Bai glanced at me, "Epicenter, you look more and more like your sister."

Hey, it pissed me off, the dog bit Lu Dongbin. Set him free and leave him alone. "Your father looking for help?" "Every company in Hong Kong is looking for helpers." "What work do you do?" "administrative". "Then it would be good to meet him in his office building," Zhuang said. "I can make an appointment for you." I dare not be so enthusiastic. "Come on, accompany me to the jade market, it's still early, let's go pick up some good ones." He reluctantly went out with me. We looked at each stall slowly, and his interest gradually came out. I didn't buy anything, but he picked out a jade pendant, which was snow white with only a speck of emerald green.

I said I wouldn't bargain, but he said it doesn't matter, he will pick it up after paying. By noon, he was happy again. We went home for lunch, and after dinner, we went to the flower shop to order cloves and sent them to my father, wishing my stepmother a speedy recovery.My father called and asked Zhuang to meet him tomorrow afternoon. The place is the Blue Room of the Hong Kong Club.Zhuang's speech was very decent. He said, "Listen to me" Sir Luo also has business in London. If he doesn't think he has been "sitting" in the library for a long time and has not made any progress, he will be happy to serve him.

Dad liked him very much, and immediately agreed to go back and ask someone to draw up a contract for him. I breathe a sigh of relief. Dad left first to go back to the office building, and I continued drinking coffee with him in the clubhouse. Zhuang said: "In the epicenter, people say: A tiger father has no dogs..." I laughed, "Now you find that this sentence is not true?" "It's not like that, Epicentre, I admire you for being a human being." He smiled wryly. I looked at him, "My father should have a son like you." "Don't talk nonsense." There are many stylishly dressed ladies walking around in the clubhouse, dazzled by them. I sighed: "Some girls walk from Chai Wan to Shau Kei Wan every day, and their monthly salary is 1,500 yuan. A dress on these wives costs more than 8,000 yuan." Zhuang glanced at me, "You still say there is no fate?" I laughed, "Can hard work change fate?" "No." Zhuang shook his head and said. "Do you want to bet?" "What are you betting on? Your own second half of your life? I don't need to bet on it. I know it's true. You're young and you don't know." A young woman passed by us, with very short curly hair, purple eyelids, rose red lipstick, and a light gray green autumn orchid fur fur, which was very fashionable and swaying. There was a "wow" in my heart.However, compared to the girl by the goldfish pond, she is still far behind. I avert my gaze. But I tested Lao Zhuang, "How is it?" I asked. He didn't look sideways, heh, the expression that was once too difficult for water. His lover is definitely not a trivial person, so that the general stunning beauty is completely out of his eyes. Stunning beauty can also be divided into three types, top-notch stunning beauty, medium stunning beauty, and tolerable stunning beauty.Hahahaha. "Have you decided to change careers?" I asked. "It's an honor to work for your father," he said. "It's a responsibility to be a human being. I can't hide in a library all my life." I said, "Old Zhuang, please don't make fun of me. I think the responsibility of being a human being is to be happy. It is irresponsible for you to be so depressed every day." "This kind of responsibility can only be fulfilled by you." He sighed. "Let's go play ball." I said, "It's fine this afternoon." He doesn't object.Zhuang is a man of many talents. He knows everything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. He is a first-class fencing player. He can almost compete in the Olympics. His greatest charm is that he regards all these as innate abilities and does not boast. Zhuang's knowledge is naturally first-class, coupled with his elegant demeanor and heroic appearance, it is said that a girl should come here like a station wagon and two station wagons. What's the point of being celibate! I made fun of him, "You're not even a virgin anymore, why are you pretending to be garlic, I'm different, hahaha." His favorite insult to me is: "You sissy!" In the UK, many people have misunderstood that we are a couple. A woman once stumbled and said: "There are not enough good men. Most of them are already other people's husbands and boyfriends, and the rest are just in love. No wonder there are more and more queens." After playing squash with Zhuang for half an hour, we were so tired that a Buddha was born, and the driver took us home. The eldest sister's phone call was followed immediately. I told her, "Long distance calls are not cheap." "You two handsome men who only appear in cigarette advertisements, how are you doing?" "I haven't seen Daddy's wife yet." "why?" "Is she putting on airs?" "She doesn't have airs," said the elder sister, "she's not that kind of person." "You have a good impression of her," I said, "Young lady has always disliked her." "That's because she hasn't seen the woman before." "Is she a nice person?" "It's hard to describe, neither good nor evil. But women in history, anyone who can make men obey her is a fox." The eldest sister paused, "So she is also evil." "Does she look like a showgirl?" "Impossible, you underestimate father's interest too much." "I'm getting more and more curious," I said, "but she's sick again, so I can't see her." "Sooner or later you will see her," Zhuang said. "But a woman in her thirties and forties—" I said. "It is said that they are more than 30 or 40 years old. Some people are indeed blessed." The eldest sister said. I laughed a few times. "How is Mr. Zhuang?" the eldest sister asked. "Him? As always, I tell you, he's going to work in Pa's London office." "What about you?" came. "Speak slowly, hey, big sister, you've been talking for more than ten minutes." "Your temper, Jia Baoyu, will change sooner or later." She hung up the phone in displeasure. I felt very stuffy at night, so I invited a large group of cousins ​​out to eat hot pot, and there was a lot of chatter. A few of them are in a relationship, and they don't avoid suspicion. They make out in public, kissing one after another, like kissing a fish. Kissing, I really don’t understand why they keep doing it, it’s just skin touching skin, making a loud and strange sound, but they sip and sip, it’s very enjoyable, only me and Lao Zhuang sat there and looked at each other. When sitting down to eat, the lovers each eat with one hand, the one sitting on the right uses the left hand, the one sitting on the left uses the right hand, and the other hand wraps around each other's waist, which is very funny, like a Siamese company The body is so great, the magic of love is too great. This meal was really self-defeating, making me and Lao Zhuang even more lonely. When they all went home, my father said that the contract of Laozhuang had been drawn up, and asked us to go together once. "Go ahead." I said. The driver took us to Shek O. Zhuang said: "You people have lived in Hong Kong for a long time, and sooner or later your legs will degenerate." When we arrived at the new house, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.The first thing I did was to ask the maid: "Where's your wife?" "Madam seems to have gone upstairs to sleep. The master is already waiting for you in the study." The maid said. Ah, I'm a little disappointed. I said to Zhuang: "You go to see my father, I'm wandering around, call me after you talk about serious business." Zhuang shook his head, with an expression of "children can't be taught". I slipped into the library, opened the door, and the TV was on, playing Popeye. I knew right away that it was a videotape, and wondered: who watches this kind of show at this time? I heard a low chuckle as the on-screen Bubay ate the big spinach and defeated the big guy again. A girl sat on the sofa opposite the TV. Maybe I have a sixth sense, a pounding heart that barely comes out of my mouth. "Hello," I said. She turned her head and looked at me. Under the dim light, her black jewel-like eyes shone brightly. What kind of beauty is this, this is Helen of Troy! I stared blankly at her. She opened her mouth to speak, "It's you." She was a little tired, her long hair was combed into a fat braid, hanging on her chest, she was wearing a large, very ordinary nightgown, and a pair of embroidered slippers under her feet: dark purple satin, embroidered with a white bat, on the fingertips One hole has been pierced, but it adds playfulness. I also stammered, "It's you." She smiled, and a tiny mole throbbed under her eye. This is the woman I've been waiting for all my life. This is! Her tenderness came from the air, reaching deep into my heart, a primitive, feminine taste without any pretense. "You live here now?" I asked. She replied: "Yes." "Tomorrow?" I asked. She smiled again and said, "Naturally." "I'll come to you tomorrow, don't go out." I said hastily. "Where am I going?" She laughed. I never expected to see my hyacinth girl in my own home, purple clouds, white memories, green grass, and she would tell me about her past. I felt that my body was gradually getting lighter and lighter, and finally floated up and flew to the grassland I had dreamed of over the years, turning into a silver white butterfly and fluttering away. I almost shed tears, because in the boundless desert of time, I finally met her. After a while, my body slowly fell to the ground, but I heard someone knock on the door of the library. I had no choice but to open the door, and the maid said, "Third young master, I have an invitation from the master." I turned around and said quietly to the girl, "You wait for me tomorrow." She raised an eyebrow, "Hey, hello—" she said softly. I rushed to my father's study and happened to see Lao Zhuang coming out. I happily said, "It's done?" "It's done," he said. "Let's go." "Aren't you going to say a few words to your father?" "There's nothing to say, generation gap." I took him away. When I got back to the old house, I taught Old Huang Ma a lesson. Old Huang Ma swore that she had never seen any female customers, "Maybe she is a friend of the wife, I really don't know." But, why didn't I think of it, of course it's my wife's friend. I'm lying on the couch with my legs crossed and I'm whistling, and I'm whistling "The Blue Danube." Lao Zhuang glared at me: "Hey, the room is so big, can you stand far away and blow it?" It's really overwhelming, I understand. I have a whole set of plans. I will start a new life tomorrow. The first thing is to ask my stepmother to officially introduce her to me and start pursuing. If I marry such a wife, it is worthwhile to work for her and come back to do odd jobs for my father. of. When I whistled to the "Yellow River Cantata", Zhuang couldn't bear it anymore and said, "I'll move to a hotel." I laughed and said, "Don't be impatient, I will stop now." He sighed deeply. "Zhuang, from today onwards, we have a new start." I said, "What about you, a new job and a new environment. As for me, I may not go back to England." Zhuang was surprised, "What?" "You know, the hero is sad for the beauty pass, for a girl, I stay." No matter how bad Zhuang was in a mood, I still made me laugh, "Which hero are you? You're nothing but a bear." I said, "I've found love." "It's very fast." "True love happens at that moment. It is undeniable that you have more knowledge in this area than I do." Zhuang leaned on the sofa and took a deep breath of the cigarette. "I remember the first time I saw her, she was only a little over eighteen years old..." I was impatient, "Are you interested in little white socks? How old were you then?" I made fun of him. "Twenty-eight years old." He took another puff on his cigarette. "Admittedly, she is still a child—the intelligence of a child, the appearance of a mature woman. I gave a guest lecture at her school and was immediately attracted to her. The magic of youth is as terrifying as a blood gu, when she approaches me, I cannot refuse." "Can't refuse an eighteen-year-old girl? Too wimpy." Zhuang ignored me, "... In summer, she always wears white clothes, and the family has money for her to squander. Her dress is endlessly displayed. Every time she appears, she looks like a kingfisher with a new look. I I have never seen such a beautiful girl, and the whole person is intoxicated, like drowning in the sea..." I listened quietly, knowing him for so many days, he never told me this paragraph of love frankly. "But I'm already engaged, and I promised both families to marry my fiancée. I don't dare to turn against Mei, and I think, this is just a summer romance, an illusion, and it will pass in a blink of an eye. Besides, she is so young... ...so young..." His voice gradually dropped, dropped. All we hear is the sound of cigarettes burning. After a while he said: "She loves me so much." The voice was gentle and painful. I said, "That was years ago." He doesn't ring. "Young girls are impulsive and passionate. It is inevitable. It may not be true love. Many times, they don't know what they are doing. Maybe it's just for a little rebellious performance, maybe it's puberty to vent. If I were you , I will make the same choice and marry my fiancée whom I have known for many years." He looks at me. "Later, your marriage failed, not necessarily because of her," I analyzed for him, "You are a perfectionist, so you try to find an excuse to excuse this marriage failure, don't you?" He smiled, "You don't know her, you haven't seen her, so naturally you don't understand." "At least you have been a good husband for ten years, it's not easy." "Our life has always been three of us together." I said: "The more I talk about it, the more it goes too far. It's like Leibijia in Butterfly Dream." "It's not ridiculous at all," he raised his head, "I started to pay attention to all the girls in white clothes, every summer, sitting and standing Xiaoan..." I said, "Would you like to hear about my romance?" "You can talk as much as you like." He said lazily. I said, "You don't seem very interested." He laughed, "Epicenter, you pediatrician..." "Okay, I'll marry a movie queen another day." I joked. "You said she was beautiful." Zhuang was very gentle. I nodded sharply, "It's as beautiful as a dream." "That's the only way to be worthy of you." He nodded. "Really?" I blushed, "Old Zhuang, quickly bless me." "Why do you need blessings? Epicenter, you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth and grew up on a bed of roses. Whoever marries you can be cultivated in three lifetimes. It's rare to have a lecherous young man who has an interest in life and knowledge. , and looks graceful and unrestrained." "Wow, it's perfect." I said happily. "It's time to succeed, I don't see any chance for you to fail." "Thank you very much." I said. "When will you introduce me?" I smiled slyly, "First, I haven't officially met her; second, I won't make trouble for myself, you can easily become my strong enemy." Lao Zhuang was angry, "Little man, villain." "When will your contract with Roche take effect?" I changed the subject. "In spring, I'll go back and resign right away," he said. "Great, by the way, please send back all my sundries in Oxford, please." Zhuang shook his head, "I can't believe it, one moment I will never go home forever, and the other moment I give up everything..." I said nonsense, "Come back, the countryside will be ruined." "Epicenter." "yes." "I entrust you with one thing." "But it doesn't matter." "After I go, if there is a letter from the newspaper office...you get it for me, open it and read it, and call me by telegram." "That's your personal letter." I restrained my smile. "It's okay, my brothers, what else can't we say?" "Will she change her mind?" "I don't know, it's too difficult for her." "It's not something a decent woman should do after all. Maybe she has a child..." "She is not an ordinary woman," Zhuang said. He said that my father had booked the plane ticket for him and that he would be leaving soon. I slept very well that day. The next morning, I got dressed, and before going out, I looked at Lao Zhuang, he was sleeping soundly, the quilt was tightly hugged, such a beautiful man, as long as he said a word, a lot of women would sleep with him—— Wait a minute, my thoughts are getting more and more vulgar. I was driving to my father's new house. When the car stopped, I didn't open the door. I jumped across and landed on the grass. I walked across the flowerbed, past the goldfish pond, and the girl wasn't there.Is she not up yet?I whistle. Suddenly there was a burst of music coming from the long window leading to the study. I listened carefully. It was a Vatican dumbbell, Saint-Saëns’ Gypsy Rhapsody, which I didn’t play very well. master. I coughed and knocked on the long window. The music lowered, and it turned out to be a tape. Someone inside said, "Come in." I knew it was her as soon as I heard it. I pushed open the long window and went in. She was sitting in her father's study, bright and beautiful, she had woken up early in the morning, and she had washed her hair well, her hair was still braided into a fat braid, a white sweater, a white skirt, and a pair of black lacquered flat shoes, which set off her delicate appearance. ankles, emerald earrings and brooches, smiling faces. Every time I see her, she is perfectly dressed, impeccable, simple and gorgeous, who is she? She spoke, "Are you the epicenter?" "Yes," I was surprised and pleasantly surprised, "you know?" "Oh, who doesn't know the third young master." She teased. I blushed, I didn't expect her to be so eloquent. I stared blankly at her, her face was shining brightly in the morning sun. She could only hear her say again: "The pair of blistered eyes died later, and I couldn't even buy them back." I stammered, but said very cheerfully: "It must be paid to you." "You don't seem to have any apologies." She smiled. I sat down and asked embarrassingly, "Do you like to listen to the violin?" "A friend played it," she said. "It plays well." "Yes." She bowed her head. "When is the concert?" "He's dead." "Ah!" I said, "I'm sorry." I bowed. A haze flashed across her face, and then she returned to normal. She said, "Epicenter, your father is waiting for you." "How did he know I was coming?" I was surprised again. "I told him," she stood up, "We should have met a long time ago, but because of our body..." "Epicenter—" Father came in with a smile. My heart was beating wildly, ominously. "Epicenter, have you met your stepmother?" Father said. My heartbeat seemed to stop at that moment. Only a humming sound remained in my ears. I saw my father talking with his mouth open, smiling "..." But I couldn't hear what he said at all. The sun seemed to turn green, and there were stars of gold in front of my eyes. Father patted me on the shoulder: "..." I can not hear. Not a word was heard. I am dead, I am already dead. I turned to look at the beautiful face of my dream girl. Poison, the poison of fate fell upon me.Blood Gu, I understand, Lao Zhuang, I understand. I slumped on the velvet sofa. Father leaned over: "..." His expression was very caring. I closed my eyes, filled with grief, indignation and despair. At this moment, I wished I could die. "Epicenter, epicenter, what's wrong with you?" stepmother.How could I be so stupid. Stepmother, I should have thought of that earlier.What other ladies are here?But it's my stepmother. Oh, God, you have allowed me to live a comfortable life for more than twenty years, why did you suddenly take away the favor from me, why did you want to punish me like this?I open my eyes. "Epicenter, are you feeling unwell?" Father asked, "Your face suddenly turned pale, is it okay to call the doctor?" I stared blankly at Dad, speechless. My stepmother came over and said, "The doctor is coming, epicenter, are you sick?" Her voice was full of concern. I bow my head. I hear my own voice, tired but calm. Oh is this my voice?Why is it so strange? "No, I think it's because I woke up too early and my stomach was empty." The stepmother immediately said: "No wonder, I'll get you a hot cup of milk right away." She hurried out. Dad said with concern: "Epicenter, you are not very good at taking care of yourself." I smiled palely, not knowing what to laugh at, heh, fate, the fate I never believed in, came to punish me, and it revealed its mysterious power in front of my eyes. The father beamed and asked, "Is she beautiful?" The father was like a child getting his favorite gift. "Yes." I said. "And she's so innocent," said the father, "that she's like a naive child." My sanity gradually recovered, "Yes." I said. "It's not that I don't know that you guys don't approve of my marriage this time." Dad rubbed his hands, "But... I seem to have come back to life." I asked weakly, "What should I call her?" "Call her by name," said Pa. "What's her name?" "Her name is Rose." I nodded, "Father, I want to go back." "Epicenter, let's talk after drinking the milk," she returned. "No," I shook my head, "I'm leaving." "Where are you going?" I stand up, my feet are floating. Dad said, "He's always been a little withdrawn, let him be." She laughed, "It is said that the third young master is the most mischievous and mischievous, he loves to joke and tease others, I was afraid that he would make me laugh, but I turned out to be a frail scholar." Her smiling face was like a hibiscus flower. My heart seemed to be tightly held by an invisible hand, and I kept cramping. I said "I'm leaving" again, and walked out of the flower garden the same way. "Epicenter!" she called after me. I strode away, but I didn't see the lotus pond again, and fell into the pond again. She let out a coquettish cry, then laughed. Suddenly, I couldn't bear the grief and indignation, and I also looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing until tears flowed out. " Dad said on the side: "Absurd, absurd." He smiled and stretched out his hand to help me. I got up wet from the pool, didn't intend to change clothes, just got into the sports car, ignored them calling me behind me, and drove away. Along the way, I drove the car to the highest speed and rushed back to the old house.