I met Xu Conghui on the plane, the 747 passenger plane, which was packed like a business card showing on the first day of a second-round theater.I saw her because she was beautiful, a thick beauty.She is reading a book. The engine of the airliner was "rumbling", and it was obvious that most of the passengers had already collapsed from exhaustion. The plane had been flying non-stop for twelve hours.But she is still reading.I am also reading. She is watching "The Complete Works of Xu Zhimo", and I am watching O'Henry. Xu Zhimo is the most grotesque among famous writers all over the world. You know: I am a cloud in the sky, occasionally projecting on your heart wave... How scary.But these days, Chinese students are trying to be Chinese, holding Chinese books, and busy learning Chinese literature and art.

Really tired.I let out a big yawn.Turn off the lights on the top, start to sleep, O. Henry's "Green Door" - the male protagonist passes by the agent standing on the street handing out advertising cards. The card reads: Green Door.What others get is "Amy's Spring Sale".He went back to take another one, and it was the "green door" again. Finally, he went upstairs to explore the company, saw a green door on the third floor, pushed the door in, and rescued a beautiful girl who was dying of suicide.He discovers that "Green Door" is just the name of a nightclub.They later got married.

Everything belongs to fate. After a long, long time, the girl next door to me was still watching Xu Zhimo, and she picked up "A Little Letter of Love Eyebrow".I rolled my eyes, oh my god. She smiled and asked kindly: "You also know Xu Zhimo?" "Yes, yes," I said, "I can recite his whole book of poems." "Oh!" she exclaimed, "Really?" I looked at her suspiciously, so innocently.shameful. I asked, "How old are you?" "Nineteen." She replied, widening her round eyes with long and curly eyelashes. Nineteen is not young.She must have come from a good family, and most children from good families are ridiculously innocent.

She said, "My surname is Xu, and my name is Xu Conghui. How about you?" She had already reached out her hand, ready to give me a good shake. "Xu? I don't know anyone with such a surname. My name is Jiang Xibao." "Nice to meet you." She seemed really happy. I am moved.I asked, "From London to Hong Kong?" The most redundant question. "Yes, what about you?" she asked eagerly. "From hell to heaven." I replied. "Hahaha." She laughed. The neighbors were all woken up.Frowning, sideways, groaning. I whispered, "Pigs."

"How old are you?" she asked me. "Twenty-one," I said, "I'm much older than you." She asked, "Which school are you from?" aha!I was just waiting for this sentence, and I replied lightly: "Cambridge, Trinity College." Xu Conghui opened his eyes wide, "You? Cambridge? A girl?" "Why not?" I looked at her carefully and asked. "I don't know, I don't know anyone who actually studied at Cambridge," she enthused. "As far as I know, people who graduate from Cambridge every year are people, not ghosts."

She couldn't help laughing again.I'm really starting to like this girl, she's so cheerful and beautiful, and she makes me feel like I have a great sense of humor. "We can arrive in Hong Kong tomorrow afternoon." I said. "Is someone coming to pick you up?" she asked. "No." I shook my head. "Where's your family?" she asked again. I asked, "Your surname is Xu, which Xu? How do you write it?" "A force next to the word Mao," she said. "It seems that the emperor of some dynasty was named Li Cunxu, which is not a surname." I shrugged, "Your name is Conghui?"

"Hmm." She nodded and smiled, "Two hearts, do you see that? Suspicious people." I just noticed.Two hearts, how good, one person has two hearts. "Let's sleep for a while." I took out a sleeping pill and put it in my mouth. "Pill inertia is bad," she advised me. I smile. "Everyone says that." I put on the blindfold. It would be nice to have the money to take the first class one day, so that the knees can be straightened. I fell into a sleepy sleep for a long time, and I still had a dream. When I was eighteen, my boyfriend was a mixed race. He once loved me so much. When we were dating, his eyes stayed on my face forever. I didn’t look at it. He also understands that he is looking at me, and every inch of his smile is full of joy.But then he still forgot about me.Not a single letter was written.Love me so much and forget about me, I read his long letters in my dream, one after another, one was not finished and another one was mailed, each letter was placed on the chest to warm it before opening to read.

After waking up, I was very sad.I forgot his face, but I still remember that he never wrote to me, probably because of hatred. Conghui with two hearts beside me said: "Every time I fly back to Hong Kong, I hope to brush my teeth clean before getting off the plane." I was tired, looking at her radiant face, this girl is a miracle.I nod.Yes, brush your teeth.She worries about such little things. "I didn't expect to meet a friend on the plane. Can I call you?" She asked so sincerely. Believe me, Xu Conghui is a creature from another planet. Her vitality and sincerity are almost suffocating. Bear.

"Yes, of course." But I didn't say the number.She took out the notebook and pen, "Please tell me." She really stumped me, so I had to give her the number. The plane descends.We queued up at the passport control office, and Xu Conghui and I waited for and picked up our luggage together.I noticed she used a whole set of Louis Vuitton cases.rich man. I only have one Samsonite.Looking at the taxi stand, more than 60 people lined up.Without a car, he sighed secretly. Xu Conghui asked, "No one picked you up?" I shake my head. "Come take my family's car, come!" She pulled me over.

The car was waiting for her, and the maid in white and black trousers rolled up her luggage for her with a smile on her face, and put it into the car—the Phantom of Rolls-Royce.This time is good, Jiang Xibao went out to meet a nobleman.With thousands of wishes in my heart, I asked, "Is it really not troublesome? I live far away." "How big is Hong Kong?" She smiled brightly, "Come in." The driver closes the door.I say the address.At the door of our house, Xu Conghui shook hands with me to say goodbye. The driver insisted on carrying the suitcase upstairs for me. I declined and took the elevator by myself.

When I got to the door, I was exhausted, and my whole face hung down.I think if I have half as much as Xu Conghui, I can be as happy as her. I rang the bell for a long time.Mom came to open the door. I said tiredly: "Hi, Mom." Sit down. "What are you doing back here?" she asked, "If you have money to buy a plane ticket, you won't go to Europe?" "I miss you, Mom," I said. "You may not believe it, but in this world, you have only me, and I have only you." Mom burst into tears. "daughter." "Mom." We hugged each other. After crying, I shower, put on clean clothes, and have lunch with my mom.I looked at her carefully, and she looked at me carefully.I said, "Mom, you have wrinkles behind your eyes." "Forty years old." My mother put down her chopsticks, "What else do you want? I maintain my figure at thirty-five, twenty-five, thirty-five every year. Look at you, you are almost older than me, if you don't diet, I'll have a beer right away." She gave me a white look. Good old mother. "Are you happy?" Mom asked. I shrugged, "Happy? I don't really think about this kind of question. Mom, I'm already twenty-one years old, and I still worry about this kind of question?" "Where's the boyfriend?" she asked, "or that one?" "You always like to ask about such things." I lowered my head to eat, "If I really marry the prince, you will know by reading the newspaper." "I have something to tell you." She suddenly said solemnly. I looked up, and I could hear something unusual in her tone.My mother and daughter have been dependent on each other for many years, so what else do we not know. "What's the matter?" I asked. "Father is getting married again?" "It's not him, it's me." I took a slow breath and stood up, "You! Ms. Jiang Yongli, you!" "Yes, I." She took a sip of tea, "I am going to get married." "Why didn't you write and tell me?" I sat down.The box of Yangzhou fried rice was stuffed in my chest like a piece of granite. "I dare not." She confessed to death. "What kind of man is he?" I asked sadly, "Mom, you've missed it once, and you can't do it again." "I'm an old man, my daughter, what am I? It's an honor to be able to marry again, and to have the opportunity to make mistakes one more time." My mother didn't change her expression, "He is an Australian, forty-eight years old, with a little property in Auckland, divorced In five years, the three children are around your age." "Are you going to Australia?" I couldn't believe it. "Go to Australia with an Aussie guy? Mom, you don't know what Australia is like! You won't live in that kind of place for 24 hours." I was angrily , "And I won't come to visit you. I have heard too many stories about stepfather molesting stepdaughter, so I don't intend to be the protagonist." Mom slowly replied: "It's fine if you don't come, I will visit you in Hong Kong." "Why do you want to get married?" I asked pleadingly, "Why?" My mother covered her face with her hands and said in a low and calm voice, "I'm tired." But tears flowed from her fingers. It turned out that this time I came back to marry my mother, so I couldn't guess it anymore. "When?" I asked, my voice calmed down. Her hands still cover her face. "next month." "I have already returned to London at that time, I wish you luck." I was dull, "I will never return to Hong Kong in the future. I have no relatives, what are you doing when you come back? Shopping?" "Your father is here." Mom said, "Still the most active Wang Lao Wu in Central." I sneered, "Coaxing a female secretary who is about the same age as his daughter to bed, there are more stupid chickens in Central than I imagined!" "They're happy. It's like when I was, hey, being a stewardess in the 1950s was a big deal, worth as much as a movie star now." Mom's face flashed, "No one went to college in those days, Marino After studying in Form Four, I have learned both Chinese and Western." "Don Juan will grow old too, and he has no money," I said, "and can't walk without money. Does he know I'm in Cambridge?" Mom shook her head, "Don't tell him, lest he use his brain again." "You guard him so tightly." I said, "Go to Australia... to avoid him. Is he still on that airline?" "Hmm." My mother rested her head on her hand, "Sometimes when I walked through Central, I was shocked when I saw someone whose back looked like him, and I hurriedly avoided it. Strange, it was because of him that I left the family. I got married. It is also for him to have a son. After everything is over, I just feel sorry for you, daughter. It is our fault, our fault, but you were brought into the world for no reason to suffer for decades." "My God, talking about Jesus again." I yawned. "I'm going to sleep. Tomorrow's worries will be taken care of tomorrow." I took out the sleeping pills and swallowed them, lay down on the couch, and fell asleep in no time.Every time I have random dreams.I dreamed of wearing a white dress as a guest, eating grapes, the skirt was covered with purple juice, and I was busy looking for a place to wash it... Suddenly I came to a shabby building with cabinets, all of which were small drawers with elegant cupronickel handles, One by one, like a traditional Chinese medicine store, when you open it, you don't see anything.Whispering obsessively in his mouth, telling strangers in detail: "He loves me so much, he never wrote any letters." Still can't forget those letters. When I woke up, I had a headache and my eyes were dry, as if I had just come back from hell. My God, all the troubles came one after another. I sighed.And my mother has already gone to work, and there is no whereabouts of the brunch. I think it's good for her to get married, and she can stand in the kitchen peeling potatoes all morning, which is healthy enough.All women should marry and try to get their husbands to earn money to support them. My mother’s life was very hard. She married a prodigal son like her father early in the morning, specialized in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, and settled down with poor standards. She borrowed money to go to Lichi to dance. When Lichi was changed to Jinfang, my mother divorced him. learn to walk.I didn't meet him well, and I have no regrets. My surname is Jiang, and my mother's surname is also Jiang.What my father's last name is doesn't matter to me. It's really miserable, I know I have more important things to worry about, for example: next semester's tuition, accommodation and pocket expenses. I don't think Mr. Han Tae is interested in supporting my next year's expenses.We argued too many times, I looked down on him too much, and treated him very badly, and now I am not without regret. My tuition, my head started hurting. The phone rang and I answered the receiver. "Wing Li?" Foreigners pronounce it "Wing Li". It's weird, but the voice is very kind. "Yong Li is not here." I said. There was a pause. "Who are you?" "Me? I'm Yongli's daughter." "Oh! Hi!" he said earnestly. "How are you? Cambridge top student." "Mother told you I was from Cambridge?" I asked. "Naturally," said he, "you are your mother's pearl! Ah, I am Hamilton." "Hello, Mr. Hamilton," I asked, "is the diamond you gave my mother a huge one? Will you be kind to her in the future?" "Yes, I will, Pearl, I will." "My name is not Pearl." I sighed, "You can call her company, please take good care of her, thank you." I hung up the phone. I went to the window and stood there.Hong Kong's famous sun exposure.The living room of our house is so close to other people’s living room that we can almost touch hands. A fat man in a singlet and underpants suddenly saw me on the opposite side and immediately pulled down the venetian blind with a click. The voice was so clear that it scared me. one jump.I was still wearing underwear. I didn't pull the curtain, but he did it first. What do you mean?Possibly he was peeping through the chink in the curtain. What am I doing at home?I'm back for summer vacation, I should rush to Repulse Bay to enjoy the sun. The phone rang again, and I answered it again. I didn't expect my mother to make so many friends.But this time the other side said to me: "Miss Jiang Xibao?" "I am." I was surprised, "Who?" "Give it a guess." Oh my God.take a guess. I want to ask: Queen Elizabeth II?Alice Cooper? Suddenly there was a gentle tug in my heart.A long time ago, Han Tae left London for a vacation in Paris. He had only been there for three days, and he asked his younger sister who came back first to call me to say hello.The little sister said, "Guess who I am?" I was once loved.I think, yes.They all loved me, no matter how short it is, it's good.They loved me.My heart flew three thousand miles away. The person on the phone became anxious, "Hello? Hello?" "I'm Jiang Xibao." "You forgot? I have a really bad memory. I'm Xu Conghui." Conghui said, "We just broke up yesterday." It's her, the golden girl. "Hello." I said.I really didn't expect that she would actually call, and I was moved again, "Hello, smart, two-hearted person." "I want to treat you to dinner." She said, "Are you free? How about coming out? It's too quiet at home." "Now?" "Are you okay?" Her plea was as soft as a child's. "Of course!" I said generously, "Smart, for you, anything is fine." "I'll pick you up by car. I know where you live. I'll meet you downstairs in thirty minutes. OK? See you later." Look, a person who treats guests with sincerity should be so generous, taking care of receiving and delivering. Conghui arrived on time, sweating, drove a yellow and black open-top Little Black Panther sports car, and waved vigorously to me.If I were a man, I would already be in love with her. "Where are we going?" I yelled. "Look at the sun, where is it going?" Cong Hui smiled, "Come on!" I like that about her too. We drove on the highway, didn't talk, just let the wind hit my face, I was satisfied, life is still good, just living for the sun and the wind is enough reason. The car stopped, I smiled and asked Conghui, "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Well," she nodded, "he will come back from Munich tomorrow. His surname is Song and his name is Jiaming. I will introduce you to each other." "A real boyfriend?" I asked. "Of course it's true. We're just getting engaged in a few days." She smiled foolishly. I bowed my head and put my face on the watch plate. The sun was scorching hot, and the joy of intelligence was evaporated by the heat of the sun and filled the surroundings.I'm happy for her - there's at least one happy person these days. I tilted my head and asked, "Tell me, Conghui, have you tried to fail in the past nineteen years?" She thought about it seriously, shook her head and said, "No." Very apologetically. I nodded, I am happy on behalf of Conghui. "Where do we go from here?" I asked. "Go home." She asked, "Dining at my house?" "Okay." I was very refreshed, it's better than a lunch box.Aussies may ask mom out. "I'll introduce you to my brother," she said. "He also came to spend the summer vacation?" "He has always been in Hong Kong and has never studied outside. Neither he nor I are reading materials. I am worse than him. One college jumps to the second, and I change colleges every year: Yiling Gongzhuo to London , Bushidi switched to Shelley, I have been in the UK for six years, and I have been in different secondary schools and universities every year. I just don’t want to go back to Hong Kong. I can’t hear my mother talking outside.” I nodded to show understanding. "But why don't you like reading?" I asked, "Reading is fun." She shrugged, "I don't like it. A bear's paw, B's arsenic. You like to study, I can tell." "It's all a matter of personal need," I said. I know what I need, I know it all too well, yes, I keep my eyes open and grasp Opportunity by its braids as it passes by. "How did you get into Cambridge?" Conghui asked curiously. "Byron and I are old friends." I winked at her. "He introduced me." Conghui held her head and laughed, "God, you are so kind, how can you be such a happy person?" I asked back, "If I say it's because of 'believing in Jesus', do you believe it?" Cong Hui was startled, leaned over the steering wheel, laughed so hard that he couldn't lift his head.I shrugged.In fact, what I said is not funny, but she is very innocent and laughs at whatever she hears. Conghui said: "I must introduce you to Congshu, he will fall in love with you, any man will fall in love with you, really, your boyfriend must count in tons." "I don't have a boyfriend." I said. "I do not believe." "If I had a boyfriend," I spread my hands, "would I still be here?" "Then let me introduce you to Congshu. He has other girlfriends, but my sister and I don't like them. Hey, you must come." Conghui was very firm. "Congshu." I asked, "Your family has two hearts? What's your sister's name?" "Cong Qi." She replied, "Just the three of us." "—The wise man fell asleep." I laughed, "It's a comfortable name." "Come on, let's go home for dinner." Conghui started the engine. I pressed her hand, "Slow down, smart, you are not wary of me at all, you don't even know if I am a bad person or a good person." Conghui looked at me in surprise, "Bad guy? So what if he is a bad guy? How can you harm me? You are just a girl, how can you be so bad? If we fight, maybe I will win! " She's not stupid, she's just naive. I nod. The car drove towards Shek O. Conghui said: "At first we lived in Repulse Bay, but later there were many people swimming and the road was crowded. My father said that the buildings were too densely built and lost the original flavor, so we moved to Shek O. We always go to Hong Kong. Every district in Kowloon is very mixed." "Your dad is rich?" I asked. Conghui shook his head, "Not necessarily, there are too many rich people in Hong Kong, we just need to live comfortably, he has a business, that's all." "How old is he?" "Much older than my mother. My mother is the second wife. After the eldest sister's biological mother passed away, my father married my mother. My mother is only forty years old." Bad old man. The car drove into Shek O.It's good to have money, and the scenery on this road is simply incomparable. Cong Hui said again: "Father dotes on Mom very much, and all of Mom's jewelry belongs to 'Koo Qingski'." I was surprised, "Is Katia's bad?" Conghui smiled: "It's the jewelry store of the nouveau riche, and the nouveau riche only know Katia." Of course she didn't mean it. My face turned hot and red. Conghui asked, "Where do you live in London?" "dormitory." "Father has a house in Liqin Park. I saw Princess Margaret once, and she has a house there. Don't you think it's corny if I say it straight? Song Jiaming is most unhappy that I mention these things." Cong Hui laugh. The car stopped in front of a white bungalow on the first floor, Cong Hui pressed the car number vigorously, and several male and female servants came out to serve her. golden lady.I secretly sighed. I'm not jealous.Everyone has a piece of the sky, you know.But she is so lucky.It's rare that she also has a fiancé named Song Jiaming who knows how a gentleman loves others with virtue. Xu's family is beautiful, needless to say.The layout is very elegant, valuable furniture and miscellaneous items are placed in proper positions, and Conghui and I sit in the kitchen and eat ice cream.Even the kitchen has an area of ​​several hundred square feet. I stretched out, hugged the fruit basket, and after eating plums, apples, Wendan, oranges, bananas, and grapes. Conghui asked the maid: "Is the young master back?" The maid shook her head, "No, the young master told the boat to go out, and it looks like she won't be back early." All the maids in their house had their hair combed brightly, and they wore straight white clothes and black trousers. From the kitchen window, you can see the stormy waves crashing on the shore. A screen door leads to the back garden, and the small gravel road in the back garden leads to Shiao beach. "See those white pigeons?" Cong Hui said, "The old housekeeper raised them." Flocks of white doves circled in the blue sky, so beautiful, I said, "Like Riviera." "You're really right," Conghui said with a smile, "Like the Italian Riviera, the French side is too contrived, so Dad likes it here." The old man knows that there is no holiday, so he can enjoy it as much as he can. I took a deep breath and looked for Laiyang pears in the fruit basket. A boy came in, threw off his coat, opened the refrigerator, and didn't even look at us, with a long face, like he was angry with the table. Conghui stuck out her tongue at me. "Second brother." She called him. "What's the matter?" He poured a glass of juice. "Are you back?" Conghui asked. "If I don't come back, can I see you?" Her second brother snatched her away. I sneered in my heart, the second ancestor will always be like this, self-respecting and arrogant, never leaving home, those who are willing to study are better off, those who refuse to study are hopeless, Xu Congshu must be the latter. Clever but not giving up, "Second Brother, let me introduce you to a friend." "Who?" He turned his head, but he had a delicate face, almost as beautiful as smart, so he looked a bit sissy. I looked him up, down, left, and right without scruple.He's still just a kid.Maybe he has no more ideas than Mr. Han Tai, and he is destined to spend his father's money for the rest of his life. Conghui was surprised, "Hey, why are you two staring at each other like this?" Xu Congshu stretched out his hand, "Hello, who are you? I seem to have seen it before." Conghui laughed, and covered his mouth with his head turned sideways, Xu Congshu actually blushed. I was surprised that this boy was interested in me, and I shook hands with him. "My surname is Jiang." I said.I can feel that women are often very sensitive to this kind of thing, and he really treats me differently. "Miss Jiang." He moved a chair and sat down. Cong Hui asked, "You're back so early?" "Yes." Her brother said, "Some people work from nine to five as soon as they leave the boat. It's like going to work. If you can't go back immediately, what do you want the boat to do?" I smiled, brother and sister even tone are similar.Their eldest sister should be slightly different - at least a half-brother. Xu Congshu hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Miss Jiang, can you play tennis?" Conghui said: "For God's sake, call her by her first name. And since when did you suddenly address her as 'Miss'?" Xu's family has a grass tennis court.Conghui has jerseys and shoes, we wear the same number.When changing clothes, Conghui said in surprise: "Wow! You have such big breasts! I thought it was just a padded bra." I smile.She is so cute. I didn't intend to please Xu Congshu at all.On the court, he was killed without leaving any traces of his face.He played well.My game skills are top-notch, and I have worked hard. My attitude towards doing things is like this, a kind of pique.Whether or not I was born with a silver spoon is out of my control, so it's not too difficult to learn tennis better. Cong Hui said, "God, you are like a second Jiss Love." "It's a joke." I put down the racket and wiped my sweat with a towel. "Take a shower." Conghui said, "Song Jiaming is coming soon, let's have dinner together. Second brother, why don't you go out?" "Ah, no no." Congshu was a little nervous. "It's Sunday after all," said Conghui, "if you have a date, don't be a guest." "No, no, I have nowhere to go." He said, "Jia Ming and I will accompany you." I went upstairs to shower and changed back into my original clothes. Song Jiaming had already arrived. When I first saw Song Jiaming, I thought in my heart: There is such a lucky girl who is intelligent in the world. Song Jiaming is tall, beautiful, and bookish, what a pair of shrewd eyes, the grace of a rich family, the temperament of a scholar, and even the fashionable clothes are just right.He and Conghui didn't show much intimacy, but when they raised their eyes and raised their hands, they were lovers.I appreciate this tacit understanding the most. I'm really envious. I sat in a corner, suddenly dull.I'd better go back to my own world, how did I get here in the first place?I don't even have a car, and I have to bother them to deliver it when the time comes, but there are very few thoughtful people these days—I'm afraid Conghui is an exception. I said to Conghui, "I'm a little tired. I've been out all day and I want to go back." "After dinner, I'll send you off after dinner." She said, "If you're really tired, I won't force you. Our family never forces guests to add an extra bowl of rice or sit for an extra hour." She smiled. Song Jiaming turned his head, his eyes sparkling. Go back, what are you going back for?It's just reading books and magazines. I nodded, "Let's talk after dinner." Xu Congshu over there seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He likes me.When a man likes a woman, he can do everything for her.He rejoices as long as she exists.I know.I have loved and been loved several times. He said, "I'll take Miss Jiang home after dinner." The dishes are not good.The master was obviously not thinking.Song Jiaming silently observed several people present, which made me restless.In fact, there is nothing shameful in my heart. Low self-esteem, must be low self-esteem, so I want to leave this place.Song Jiaming was on guard against me, and the thin corners of his mouth hinted: Don't dream—the story of Cinderella doesn't happen every day.But Xu Congshu is not Prince Charming. I put down my chopsticks and looked at Song Jiaming for a while, I want him to understand that I know what he is thinking. Conghui is telling how she met me. Then Mrs. Hoon came back. A woman in her forties, with her hair neatly done, a cheongsam suit with rolling strips, elegant leather shoes and handbags, three strings of pearls around her neck, and at least three rings on her hands, the gemstones are the size of a thumbnail.The appearance of a rich wife in Mandarin films.She is very beautiful, the kind of rich and gaudy, a rich wife for a long time, but she still can't get rid of her original identity - this woman will not be born well. When I was studying Mrs. Xu, I suddenly raised my head and realized that Song Jiaming was checking my expression, and he didn't like me. What a fortuitous encounter, seeing someone from Yunxu's family within a day. Mrs. Xu said politely, "You guys have fun. I'll go up and rest." She went upstairs, then turned around and asked, "Will my sister come today?" "I didn't mention it." Conghui said. "Okay, okay." Mrs. Xu finally walked up the stairs. I said, "I really have to go." Conghui took my hand, "Why are you not happy this morning? What's wrong? Someone offended you?" "Who would offend an insignificant person?" I asked with a smile. In the end, Congshu sent me home, and there was no dialogue on the way.When I get home, I just say thank you.He said: "See you another day." I smiled, I doubted the possibility of seeing you again, I am not beautiful, and if he doesn't hate me, it doesn't mean he will call me on a date. Mom is still up. She looks tired and is watching TV. I wash my face. "People have fate, right?" I asked while twisting the towel. "Of course." Mom sighed. "Can character control destiny?" I asked. "Naturally. A woman who is eighteen years old is determined to make some money. As long as her innate conditions are not too bad, she will succeed." Mom said, "If you focus on dating, you will naturally end up with nothing." "I have memories." I said. "Memories are useless," Mom said. "Can you live on memories? Memories to feed you or keep you warm?" I replied: "You can't say that," I smiled, "Loving someone and being loved are both happiness, every inch of life has meaning, and everyone is born an actor, you must have a basic audience, so you have to fall in love." "How are you and Korea Tae?" Mom asked. "He is not an ideal audience. He is at the level of Cantonese films. With my super acting skills, he is confused and confused." Mom laughs. "Really, I'm not a strong storyteller... Can you ask Qiong Yao's readers to switch to Dylan Thomas? It's a completely different matter. I can't touch it. I'm suffocating with Han Tai, and the style is lowered." A lot." "No one is forcing you to be with him." "Why not? My economic circumstances force me to be with him. Isn't that enough?" "You really can't marry him?" "Me?" I pointed my nose, "A Cambridge student who studied at BAR married a bartender in a restaurant in Chinatown?" "His father is the owner of the shop, and he never pretended that he was not a Chinatown man." The mother disagreed, "That's what's wrong with you." "Mom, every woman must have many men as stepping stones in her life. If you think I use Han Tae, then you are wrong. During the time Han was used, he also got everything he needed. He is not Stupid." "I object to you doing this," said the old mother. "It's the way of life," I said. "Mother, you should know how I live alone in London." "You can come back to Hong Kong, I don't believe you can't find a job." I smile sadly. "Come back to Hong Kong? Find a job in Central? Nine to six, cracking a typewriter in prison. To spend the rest of my life? My requirements are much higher than this, unfortunately." "If you can find a lover, the clack of a typewriter is a treat." "Love?" I sighed. "After I go to Australia, this house will be withdrawn. Where will you live in the future, you should make your own preparations—I'm sorry for you, you have to make your own plans—" My mother said tears seemed to fall again, so I hurriedly talked about him and comforted her old man. We both go to bed early. I tossed and turned on the couch, and took sleeping pills until three o'clock in the morning. I don't know if it was a psychological effect.It's so sad, at the age of twenty-one, I've been on sleeping pills, and I've been sitting alone on the sofa for a long time, lighting a cigarette. In the past, when we were in a relationship, the phone would be left on the bedside, and when I answered the phone in the middle of the night, I would say the truth, because lying requires a high degree of concentration.Someone went to a foreign country and made a call at 6:30 in the morning. I asked very sobbingly on the long-distance call: "Will you go, will you not return?" After waking up, I felt very nauseous. When working during the day, wearing invisible armor, invulnerable to swords and guns, not to mention a long-distance call, the white samurai will come in person, at most it will be a showdown on horseback.But the dawn is different. People are very sensitive in this cloudy and foggy time, and they shed tears when they touch it. What a blessing to be able to love and be loved.Like Xu Conghui, Song Jiaming's strong embrace is always waiting for her.Leaving her parents' nest into her husband's nest, the softness of rose petals awaits her forever.It's really annoying, what is the reason for her good luck. Smart phone calls again.She said there was a banquet at home and she invited me to it.Although I have the time, I don't have good clothes and hobbies.I asked, "Is there anything special? If it's someone's birthday, you'd better tell me, lest I be so embarrassing when I come to the door empty-handed." She said after a while, "I am engaged to Song Jiaming." She told Song Jiaming that he likes to use his first and last name, like a child calling a classmate. "Oh." I was a little at a loss.What to give, how can I afford something decent.Rich people never know how to understand the hearts of poor friends. Conghui said: "Bring me a bouquet of flowers when you come. I like people to send flowers the most, okay?" His voice was whiny and greasy. "Okay, okay." I responded in multiple voices, how can anyone refuse this, the problem has been solved. Afterwards, I went shopping around in the street, trying to choose a gift for Conghui. All the eye-catching things on the market are outrageously expensive. A silver cigarette case costs more than a thousand yuan. Dwell, stay there and turn black. After a long time, throw it away.People like intelligence have everything, and it is difficult to add to the cake.So I bought three dozen roses, pale yellow and white, and took them to Xu's mansion. Conghui is so beautifully dressed!I was stunned by the white Swiss dot linen skirt with lantern sleeves.A writer of novels used to describe girls as "angels". Isn't intelligence like an angel? She took the flowers and kissed my face. I said frankly: "It's not your suggestion, I really don't know what to give." "Song Jiaming is thoughtful." Cong Hui smiled, "His idea." I looked up at Song, he was smiling, wearing a black suit, silver-gray tie, graceful, standing next to Conghui, just a pair of people, it's hard for them to think of everything for me. Conghui said, "You come to see our elder sister." She whispered in my ear, "It's different from my mother." I remember her elder sister's name is Cong Qi.二十七八岁的少妇，非常精明样子，端庄，时髦。白色丝衬衫，一串檀香木珠子，金手表，一条腰头打沼的黑色谅皮裤子，黑色细跟鞋子，他们一家穿戴考究得这么厉害，好不叫人惊异。 聪慧悄声说：“她那条裤子是华伦天奴，银行经理一个月的薪水。” 我笑，“你怎么知道银行经理多少钱一个月？你根本不与社会有任何接触。” 聪憩迎出来，毫无顾忌地上上下下打量我，然后笑，“早就听说有你这么一个人了，是姜小姐，单听你名字已经够别致。” 我只能笑。她是个猜明人，不像聪慧那么随和。比起他们，我一身普通的服装忽然显得极之寒酸。 我喝着水果酒，聪恕走过来，他对我说道：“我想去接你，怎么打电话到你家，你已经出了门？” 我不知道聪恕打算接我，还挤了半日的车。我说：“没关系。”其实关系大得不得了。 “今天你是我的舞伴。”他急促地说。 “还跳舞？”我诧异。 “是，那边是个跳舞厅，一面墙壁是镜子，地下是'柏奇'木地板，洒上粉，跳起舞来很舒服。”聪慧不知什么时候走过来的。 我笑说：“我没跳舞已经多年。” 勖聪憩笑说：“想是姜小姐读书用功，不比我这个妹妹。” 聪慧说：“大姊姊是港大文学士，她也爱读书。” 勖聪憩看着我说：“女孩子最好的嫁妆是一张名校文凭，千万别靠它吃饭，否则也还是苦死。带着它嫁人，夫家不敢欺侮有学历的媳妇。” 我自然地笑，“可不是，真说到我心坎里去。”索性承认了，她也拿我没奈何，这个同父异母的姊姊非同小可，要防着点。 宋家明很少说话，他的沉默并不像金，像剑。我始终认为他也是个厉害角色，在他面前也错不得。 聪慧的白纱裙到处飞扬，快乐得像蓝鸟。差不多的年龄，我是这么苍白，而她是这么彩艳，人的命运啊。 天人暮后，水晶杯盏发出晶莹的光眩，我走到花园一角坐下，避开勖聪恕。 勖聪恕并不讨厌，只是我与他没有什么好说的。有些男人给女人的印象就是这么尴尬。相反地，又有一些男人一看便有亲切感，可以与他跳舞拥抱甚至上床的。韩国泰不是太困难的男人，相处一段时间之后，可以成为情侣，但渐渐会觉得疲倦，真可惜。 我坐着喝水果酒，因为空肚子，有点酒意，勖家吃的不是自助餐，排好位子坐长桌子，八时入席，我伸个懒腰。 有一个声音问：“倦了？”很和善。 我抬头，是位中年男土，居然是短袖衬衫，普通西装裤，我有同志了，难得有两个人同时穿得这么随便。 “嗨！”我说，“请坐。” 陌生的男人在我身边坐下来，向我扬扬杯子，他有张很温和的脸。 “一个人坐？”他问。 我看看四周围，笑着眨眨眼，“我相信是。” 他也笑，“你是聪慧的朋友？” I nod. “才认识。” “聪慧爱朋友，她就是这点可爱。”陌生人说。 “那是对的，”我对他说，“当然勖聪慧绝对比我姜喜宝可爱，因为勖聪慧有条件做一个可爱的人，她出生时嘴里含银匙羹，她不用挣扎生活，她可以永永远远天真下去，因为她有一个富足的父亲，现在她将与一个大好青年订婚……”我滔滔不绝地说下去，“但是我有什么？我赤手空拳地来到社会，如果我不踩死人，人家就踩死我，人不为己。天诛地灭，情愿他死，好过我亡，所以姜喜宝没有勖聪慧可爱，当然！” 陌生人呆在那里，缓缓地打量我的脸。我叹口气，低下头。 我说：“我喝了几杯，感触良多，对不起。” “不不，”他说，“你说得很对，我喜欢坦白的孩子。” “孩子？”我笑，“我可不是孩子。” “当然你是，”他温和地，“在我眼中，你当然是孩子。” “你并不是老头子。”我打量他。 “谢谢。谢谢。”他笑。 我喜欢他的笑。 “你对这个宴会有什么感想？”他问。 我耸耸肩，“没有感觉。”忽然我调皮起来，对他说，“这是有钱人家子弟出没的场合，我或许有机会钓到一个金龟婿。”我笑，“不然我干吗来这里闷上半天？” 他也笑，“那么你看中了谁？” “还不知道。”我说，“有钱不肯花的人有什么用？五百块钞票看得比耗子还大。” “你是干哪一行的，小姐？”他很有兴趣。 “十八猜。”我说。 陌生人笑，“你是学生。” 我罕纳，“真奇怪，我额头又没凿字，你怎么知道我是学生？” “来，喝一杯，姜小姐。” 我们俩碰杯，一饮而尽。 花园这角实在很美，喝多水果酒之后，情绪也好，这个中年人又来得个风趣，而我正在香港度假，别去想过去与将来的忧虑，今天还是愉快的呢。 “你一个人来？没有男伴？” 我摇摇头，抿抿嘴唇，“他们都离开我，我没有抓住男人的本事，我爱过他们，他们也爱过我，但都不长久。” “但你还很年轻。”他叹息。 “我已说得实在太多，谢谢你做我的听众，我想我该去跟聪慧说几句话。” “好，你去吧。”他说。 我向他笑笑，回转客厅，聪慧一把拉住我。 “你到哪里去了？二哥哥到处找你。”她说。 我答道：“躲在花园里吃老酒。” 聪慧睨我一眼。勖聪恕的座位明显地安排在我身边。我客气地与他说着话：哪种跑车最好。西装是哪一家做得挺。袖口钮不流行，男装衬衫又流行软领子。打火机还是都彭的管用。 宋家明也来加入谈话，话题开始转入香港医生的医德。宋家明是脑科医生。I listened with gusto.他冷静地描述如何把病人的头发剃光，把头骨锯开，用手触摸柔软跳动的人脑网膜……勖聪憩“啧啧”连声。聪慧阻止他：“宋家明——宋家明——” 我觉得宋家明很伟大，多么高贵的职业，我倾心地想。 客人终于全部到齐，数目并不太多，两条长桌拼成马蹄型，像征幸运。银餐具、水晶杯子，绅土淑女轻轻笑声，缎子衣服“窸窣”作响，这就叫作衣香鬓影吧。但觉豪华而温馨，我酒后很高兴。 聪慧说：“我爸爸来了，我介绍爸爸给你认识。” 我连忙站起来，一转头，呆在那里。 真是五雷轰顶一般，聪慧拖着她的父亲，而她的父亲正是我在花园中对着大吹法螺的中年人。 我觉得恐怖，无地自容，连脖子都涨红。想到我适才说过的话，心突突地跳。我当然知道他是今夜的客人之一，却没想到他就是勖某人。 聪慧一直说她父亲年纪比她母亲大好一截，我以为勖某是自发萧萧的老翁，谁知跑出来这个潇洒的壮年人。 地洞，哪里有地洞可以钻进去？ 只听见勖某微笑说：“刚才我已经见过姜小姐。” 我在心中呻吟一声，这老奸巨猾。我怕我头顶会冒出一车青烟昏过去，但我尽量镇静下来，坐好，其余的时间再也没有说话。 勖某就坐在我正对面，我脸色转得雪白，食而不知其味，勖聪恕一直埋怨白酒不够水果味，鱼太老，蔬菜太烂，我巴不得可以匆匆忙忙吃完走人。 这个故事是告诉我话实在是不能多说，酒不能多喝。但既然已经酒后失言，也不妨开怀大饮。 我喝得很多。勖聪恕说：“你的酒量真好。” 其实我已经差不多，身子摇摇晃晃，有人说句什么半幽默的话，我便咕咕地笑。 散席时我立刻对聪慧说：“我要走了。” “我们还要到图书室去喝咖啡，你怎么走了？”聪慧不肯放我，“还没跳舞呢。” 宋家明说：“她疲倦了，让聪恕送她。” 聪慧说：“可是聪恕又不知走到什么地方去了。” 宋家明说道：“有司机，来，姜小姐，请这边。” 我还得说些场面话：“我祝你们永远快乐。” 聪慧说：“谢谢你，谢谢。”她紧握我的手，然后低声问：“你没事吧？” “没有，你放心。” 宋家明送我到门口。他很和善，一直扶着我左手。 被风一吹，我醒了一半，也没有什么后悔。多年之前，我也常喝得半醉，那时扶我的，是我爱的男孩子——我真不明白，短短二十一年间，我竟可以有那么多的伤心史——幸亏我如果觉得没安全感是不会喝醉的。 勖家的车子停在我们面前。我听到来家明惊异地说：“勖先生。” 是勖聪慧他们的父亲，他开着车子前来。 他推开车门说：“请姜小姐进来，我送姜小姐。” 我只好上车。 车门被关上，车内一片静寂。我把头枕在座椅上，闭上眼睛。 车驶出一段路，他才开口，“我叫勖存姿。” 我疲倦地说：“你好，勖老先生。” “是不是你不愉快？实在对不起。” “不不，是我自己蠢钝。” “你并没做错什么。” “我与我的大嘴巴。”我没有张开眼睛。 他轻笑。 我仍然觉得他是个说话的好对象，虽然他太洞悉一切内情。我不会原谅他令我如此出丑。 “我不会原谅你。” “为什么？你并没说错什么，我刚想介绍自己，你已经站起来走开，我根本没时间。” 我睁开眼睛，“什么？你不认为我离谱？” “直爽的年轻人永远受我欢迎。我在席间发觉你很不开心，所以借机会送你回家，叫你振作点。” 我看着他：“你的意思——你不介意？” “为什么要介意？”他问 “你真开通。”我又闭上眼睛，我觉得好过得多，但又不放心，“你忘了我说过些什么吧？” “我记得每一只字，但我不介意——没有什么好介意的。” “谢谢。”我吁出一口气。 “你的家到了。”他说。 “你怎么知道我住在这里？”我奇问。 “呀，这是一个秘密。” 聪恕与聪慧的脸盘与笑容都像他。 “再见。”我推开车门。 “几时？”他问。 我回转头，“什么？” “你说'再见'，我问'几时再见'。”他说道。 我的酒完全醒了。 我指着自己的鼻子：“我？” “是。”他微笑。 我再问一次：“你说，你要再见我？” “为什么不？我太老了吗？”他有那份诚意。 “当然不！但是——” “但是什么？” 我简直毫无招架之力。 “几时有空？”他打铁趁热。 我睁大着眼，心狂跳。 “明天下午两点。”他说，“我的车停在这里，OK？” 我呆子似地点头。 “你上楼去吧，好好地睡一觉，明天见。”他又微微笑。 我转身，腾云驾雾似地回到家中。