It was March when I took Grace to Nepal to take pictures.Nepal is really a beautiful place, the snow is melting, the green and fluffy grass grows like fluff, the air is like crystal, and the smiling faces of the children in the village make us feel refreshed. Graceful is not my girlfriend. She is a lively and beautiful girl, admittedly, but we are just ordinary friends, she is an editor of a magazine, and I am a professional photographer. We came to Nepal to take a series of photos of local women and children. So we did not live in the Nepal Empire Hotel. I carried a backpack and a jeep, and was ready to set up a nylon tent and sleep on the hillside at any time, which hurt Grace.

Like all urban girls, she is spoiled and spoiled. The only sports she does are wearing a three-point swimsuit and taking pictures on the beach, or pacing up and down the court with a tennis racket. When I woke up in the morning, I dug up a ball of snow to wipe my face and I ate breakfast. There were two big boxes of canned food in the trunk of the jeep, including baked beans in tomato sauce and beer, as well as a lot of chocolate for the children, all of which were not graceful. appetite. She also really has a way. She bought clean chickens in the countryside and roasted them over a fire to eat beggar chickens in disguise.

Grace said that if she had a way to obtain Longjing, she could register in Nepal. Women in this era have the power to turn decay into magic. Before that, she and I went to Greece to shoot earthen boats, and came back tanned like a nigga, looking like a trendy European.In Greece, we were still divided between men and women, and now we are brothers and sisters. What a pity, she is so pretty and has such a good figure... I shrugged, maybe I should be thankful, because friendship is even more precious. This visit to Nepal was no different from the last time, but what happened next was something neither of us could have imagined in our dreams.

That night I lit a fire, read Lawrence's poems under the flashlight, chewing gum, and felt like I would never want to return to civilization. Graceful wrapped in a blanket came over and sat down beside me. I put down the book, "What? It seems that I have something to feel." She looked up at the stars, "It's nice here," she said. "Ow a hot water tap," I said. "Yeah, but here, nobody cares if I wear a gold Rolex," she said. I understood what she meant, but interrupted on purpose, "It's still not the same snobbery, the children see you have chocolate in your hand. Come to get close to you."

Graceful complained, "You're such a spoiler." "Hey, I'm a spoiler? You should find someone else to accompany you to the Lima Plateau next time." "Qiao Mu," she said helplessly, "I'm waiting to see who will conquer you." "What about you? Why don't you give it your all?" I asked. She took the Lawrence volume and slapped it on my head. I said, "Hush, there is a strange sound, listen." She tilted her ears, "There is no sound, it's rare to see a ghost." "I clearly heard footsteps." "No one in Nepal knows how to use Gu, and no one knows how to blow poisonous arrows. I'm not afraid." She laughed.

"Go to sleep if you are not afraid, tomorrow is the last day." "Aren't you nostalgic?" Graceful asked. I patted her on the shoulder, "Go to sleep, we are Hong Kong people, we can't leave that place." She was startled suddenly, "Qiao Mu, I heard the bell." Gracefully stood up. I joked, "The headhunters are here." "Nonsense." She picked up the flashlight and shone it, "Who?" She asked in the Nepalese dialect she had learned. There is a tree in front of us. "Who is it?" Grace raised her voice, "Come out."

"Did you hear me wrong?" I also wondered. Before he finished speaking, a small figure protruded from the woods, and a faint bell rang. "It's a child." Graceful said. I was relieved, maybe I heard that we have sweets here, so I fumbled to find them in the dark. "Come here." Graceful raised her hand and called him. The child walked over slowly, and his figure gradually became clear. Graceful lost her voice, "Hey, it's a girl." It was a Nepalese girl, wearing the national costume of the local village and wearing two braids. She walked towards us, and the silver bracelet decorated on her wrist made a clanking sound.

Her oval face is honey-yellow, her eyes are big and round, she looks so beautiful, under the shade of the flashlight, I was stunned. The faces of the Asian people are all similar, but the Nepalese rarely have such detailed facial features. She approached without making a sound, first took a closer look at me, and then turned her head to look at Grace. Grace thought it was interesting, so she pulled the blanket tighter and sat opposite her. The girl spoke, and she spoke English!My jaw literally dropped. What she said was: "You are from Hong Kong." Graceful asked in surprise, "Are you a tourist too?"

She shook her head slowly, "No, I'm not a tourist, I've lived here for two years." "Two years? Here?" Grace stared. "Before," said the girl, "I also lived in Hong Kong." Grace and I were confused for a while, knowing that this matter cannot be explained clearly in a few words. "Sit down first," Grace said, "Do you want a Coca-Cola?" The girl shook her head, "I don't drink Coke," she thought about it, "Is there any Perrier mineral water?" "God," Grace said, "you must have lived in Hong Kong, no doubt about it."

"I want you two to help me," said the girl. "How to help?" Grace was very enthusiastic. I stood aside with my hands folded, more and more confused, is she a human or a ghost? "I want to leave Nepal, in fact I want to go back to Hong Kong." said the girl. Her English is very pure.Do ghosts speak English? · I couldn't help asking: "Then is your passport still there?" "Yes." She was wide awake. "Can I take a look?" I asked. She took out a British passport from her close pocket and handed it to me. I opened it to the name column, "Murong—your surname is Murong, are you Chinese?"

She nodded. Graceful came over and asked, "Murong Lang, tsk, what a beautiful name." I asked, "You don't have a plane ticket, do you?" "No. You pay for me in advance, and I will pay you back when you arrive in Hong Kong." She said it so naturally, so calmly, we couldn't help but believe her. Then she put away her passport and said to us, "I have traveled a long way to get to you, and I am tired." She went into the tent, lay down, and fell asleep as if it was her own home. Graceful and I opened our mouths wide, and it took a while to recover. I asked Graceful, "Where did such a mysterious girl come from?" Graceful smiled wryly, "Probably the Yeyan portraits in those temples in the city have been revived." I looked at the girl, "Is what she said believable?" Graceful said: "I don't know, I have never encountered such a weird thing." She sat down with her knees hugged, "Maybe as soon as the sun comes out tomorrow morning, she will disappear without a trace." I said, "It doesn't look like it will." "What is she doing in Nepal alone?" Grace's curiosity could not be extinguished, "How can she live for two years? It is not popular to smoke marijuana now." "Maybe she's like you," I shook my head, "I'm tired of living in Hong Kong, come here to get some fresh air." "But two years! Look at her, what's the difference between her and a native? Her sheepskin jacket is greasy and dirty, and her hands and feet are black, Jo, and she looks like she hasn't lived for more than two years." "She's still so fluent in English—" I said, "it's incredible." I yawned. "Joe, can you sleep?" Graceful said to me. "Of course," I said, "You should sleep too. If you don't sleep well, you will age easily." I teased her. Wrapped in a blanket, she muttered, "It's very cold today." I got into the tent and put out the flashlight. The next day I was the first to wake up, the dewdrops on the grass had not disappeared, I had already got up, and the first thing I did was to look at the girl, she was sleeping next to Grace, with a face like two people, long eyelashes, like twin sisters Advertisement on the signboard of toilet water. I feel relieved. After taking off my clothes, I dipped into the stream to take a bath. The water was snowy, and it was freezing to the bone. After drying off, I went ashore and returned to the tent. Shuangmei Ma was already up, gracefully packing up the camera and negatives, and the girl pulled out two furry oxen from somewhere, and was squatting there to milk the cows. I was stunned, looking at Grace in horror, she shrugged at me. The girl smiled at me without making a sound. Graceful said: "She said that she has lived here for a long time and has no one to talk to, so she has lost the habit of chatting over time." The girl gave me a bowl of milk, I smelled a burst of fragrance, and took a sip from the bowl. It had a unique taste, and I didn't care about hygiene issues, so I drank it all in one gulp. Graceful said: "These two cows are her property." "Oh my God," I said. Graceful said, "It's much more useful than a sports car." She patted the cow's belly. I took the camera and took a series of pictures of the girl. I said, "Miss Murong, I'm afraid you are going to give up these two cows. Today we will go back to Portman City to book a plane ticket back to Hong Kong." "Oh yeah," she said, "that's great." Graceful said: "Then you go back and clean up." The girl shook her head, "I have nothing to fix." "Where are the cows?" "Let them go, set them free," she said. Graceful said: "I still have a set of clean clothes, how about changing them for you? It doesn't look so out of phase." She thought about it and nodded. Graceful handed her a set of jeans and T-shirt, she took it, looked at it, "Huh," she asked, "Is Zuddji still popular this year?" Grace blushed, "Do you still remember these?" The girl turned her head and thought for a while, "It's like riding a bicycle, once you learn it, you will never forget it." She turned to change clothes. Graceful said: "I guarantee that other photographers will not have such an adventure." "It looks like she was a fashionable golden girl just like you before she became a monk." "Ah, I think her environment is much better than mine. Don't you see her graceful attitude?" Graceful said, "When we arrive in Hong Kong, we will definitely have a bigger surprise." "Do you have $600 with you?" I asked, "We need to advance her air ticket first." "What us, it's you," gracefully smiled, "don't drag me in." The girl came out after changing her clothes, her hair was combed into a long braid, a golden bead was inlaid on her nose, her eyes were dark and dark, and there seemed to be countless dreams of youth hidden in them, ready to move, wanting to absorb people into her dreams, infinite mysterious and weird. I stared at her like a fool, my eyes fixed on her face. Graceful is always the most realistic, she said to the girl: "Go back to the city, you must wash yourself well." The girl smiled shyly. I put them both in the backseat, started the jeep, and headed for Portman City. The journey was about three hours, and Grace kept asking questions, and the girl was very gentle and honest, and answered them one by one. I couldn't help it, and said to Grace: "Has your old journalistic problem flared up? You keep asking, maybe people don't want to talk so much." Grace gave me a white look, "I don't know how to write, so what are you afraid of?" The girl smiled, "It doesn't matter." She looked at Grace with a good temper. Grace continued to ask, "...then you left Nepal because the patriarch wanted to marry you as a concubine? You can run away." The girl still smiled, "Aren't I on the run now?" Graceful said: "Wow, it's too exciting, is he a bad old man?" "No, he's a handsome young man." I took advantage of Grace to express my opinion and said: "It's better to replace the civet cat with the prince, Grace, you can stay." "Fuck you." Grace patted my back behind me. I said, "That brigade commander isn't a native with a machete, is he?" "Ah, no, he is a graduate of the Cambridge History Department, but Western civilization has not changed his temperament. He still thinks that thirty goats can be exchanged for one concubine." The girl still smiled. "There is such a thing." Graceful said. "But I got to Nepal from Tibet, thanks to his help a lot." She suddenly disclose. "Tibet?" I asked, "You mean Tibet?" I moaned. After a while the girl replied, "I have lived in Tibet for a long time." Grace and I finally kept silent. The matter was so complicated that we couldn't unravel it in a short period of time. The girl said: "The matter is actually very simple. I ran away from home five years ago because of a minor accident. Most people go to Europe, but I was wandering in Asia." "Five years!" "Yes." The girl lowered her head. The car was bumping very badly. Because of the silence, Grace turned on the tape recorder and played Indian Shahta music, narrating unknown stories from long ago like tears. The girl surnamed Murong always has an irrelevant expression on her face. She was once at a loss in the sea, and when she was accompanied by Shita music, she looked like a lacquered flying statue, flying from Dunhuang to Tibet, and then landed in Nepal. It was noon when I arrived in Portman, I only rented one room, and everyone took turns to use the bathroom. I returned the rented jeep, got back the deposit, bought the plane ticket for Murong Lang, and went back to the Imperial Hotel after finishing everything. I saw two The girl is sitting and eating a hot dog. Murong Lang washed his hair, his long jet black hair hung down his waist, and his face was polished.Meigang is like a pearl, with rounded brilliance, wearing graceful clothes for her. I said, "I got the plane ticket." "Thank you," she said. I asked her: "Any plans?" I mean her future. "After arriving in Hong Kong, I need to cut my hair." She said naively. I laughed, "Can you find your family members? During the past five years, have you been in contact with them?" "My family never moves, my dad likes to live in an old place." She is very confident. I nodded, "Tonight, you and Grace will sleep on the bed, and I will sleep on the ground." Murong Lang asked, "Graceful and you - lover?" "Hey." Grace raised her nose, "he thought." Murong Lang smiled, however, she was still not like a Hong Kong person, her innocence made people want to get close to her. That night, I treated guests to a full meal in the western restaurant in the hotel. Everyone ate a lot. During the dinner, we talked about Hong Kong, the city where we lived since childhood. I can't bear it. Murong Lang has a kind of serenity that was born in this world. Her needs for life are limited to eating enough, sleeping enough and being warmly dressed. It couldn't be simpler, she is like a tiny child. I tossed and turned at night, unable to sleep, trying to figure out how to get out of this series of photos in the shortest possible time. It's hard not to be in good spirits on the plane in the morning. The flight distance is not long, just a few hours. Murong Lang's passport has not expired, which is really lucky, I accompanied her to call home when it was time to turn luggage. The phone number was not connected, so I asked the phone company, saying that the number had been cancelled. Graceful and I looked at each other, but Murong Lang was not in a hurry. She blushed in embarrassment, "I don't know which of you should disturb?" Graceful was in a dilemma. I never thought that I would say goodbye to Murong Lang when I got off the plane. I had a crush on this girl, so I patted my chest and said, "Come live in my house." Graceful said: "It's not good for her to live in your house alone." I was annoyed: "She's messing with the Nepali natives, and her reputation will be ruined even more." Grace asked her: "What do you think? Do you want to go back with this native? I was supposed to take you in, but there are already three companions in my room, and I can't squeeze you in." Murong Lang said: "It's irrelevant, I'll go with Qiao." Graceful smiled and said, "Joe, you finally have a woman who believes in you." I sighed: "Come on, Murong Lang." We stopped a taxi outside the airport and drove home. Along the way, she looked left and right, admiring the scenery along the road, silently. I took her home and made an appointment for three chapters. She likes the rocking chair in my room very much. She brings it to the terrace and sits and rocks it. While I was packing my luggage, I said, "Could I help you find people in the newspaper? It's not that I don't like you, maybe your family -- hello, hello --" She rested on the rocking chair.She is really resigned to fate and has no worries. I placed missing person advertisements in major newspapers for her: "Murong Lang arrives in Hong Kong, relatives and friends please call ****." After two days of uploading, there is no news at all. I said to A-Lang, "I lost everything, the air ticket, the advertising fee, and your three-day board and lodging expenses--I had to sell you to pay off the debt." Lang smiled foolishly. "You kid," I said. My apartment is divided into two parts.One half is divided into a black room and a photography room, and the other half is a large kitchen and bedroom. A-Lang regards this place as her own home, and she is very used to being at ease. She is a good helper, and the two of us, Printed out all the photos of Nepal. Grace came to see us once, and ordered a lot of daily necessities for A-Lang.Lang was grateful to her and called her "sister". Graceful asked, "How old are you?" "I'm twenty-six." Lang said. Graceful said: "I'm still one year younger than you, but it doesn't matter, I'm still your sister." She was really sincere. A-Lang laughed carelessly, I was very annoyed, "A-Lang, you must have gotten into trouble before you went to Tibet, your family doesn't want you anymore." In the middle of the night that day, the phone rang loudly. I opened my eyes and looked at my watch. It's a quarter past three, which ghost hunter? I took the receiver, "Hello?" "Who are you?" There was a female voice over there. I couldn't help being angry, "You called, you don't know who you are looking for, but you want to ask me who I am?" "I'm looking for Murong Lang." "She's here with me, who are you to her?" All the drowsiness on my body disappeared. "A-Lang is with you?" She asked, "What proof do you have?" "What proof? She's sleeping with me." "Who are you to her?" I was annoyed, "Who are you to her, please don't get entangled, okay? Do you want to find Murong Lang? Or are you just reading the newspaper to make a fuss?" There was silence for a while, "I'm coming to see A-Lang, tell me your address." "Who are you to her?" I asked again. "I'm her stepmother." Boy, someone finally claimed it. I said the address again. "I'll be right there, wake up A-Lang." "If you were her stepmother," I said, "you should know that A-Lang is not easy to wake up when she is asleep." Put the phone over there. I got up to shake A-Lang. A-Lang turned around, and I pushed her again, A-Lang seemed to have turned off the sleep switch, and it would not be turned on until tomorrow morning. I give up. Downstairs was extremely quiet, I looked down from the terrace, and within five minutes, a medium-sized Japanese car drove in and parked on the side of the road.A woman stepped out of the car. Looking down from the height of the building, she was still young, with a slender figure. There was also a driver in uniform who came with her. She claimed to be Ah Lang's stepmother. After a while, the doorbell rang. I went to open the door, and when I saw the face of the visitor, I was stunned in amazement.She is so young, no older than A-Lang, and her appearance is so beautiful. "Are you—" I stare at her. "I've spoken to you on the phone." She said coldly. "Please come in." I couldn't help but keep my eyes on her. She turned her head and asked the driver to wait outside the door and follow me into the house. "Where's A-Lang?" She asked hastily. I pointed to A-Lang on the ground. She quickly squatted down to look, "It really is A-Lang," she said, her voice full of surprise.She reached out to touch A-Lang's face, "A-Lang." But A-Lang, an idiot, didn't wake up. My female guest found a chair and sat down. "What's your name, sir?" she asked. "My name is Joe." I replied. I look directly at her.The girls from Murong's family are more beautiful than the other, but this one's appearance is different from A-Lang's. She is cold, her eyes are full of hostility, her lips are thin and tightly pressed, her hair is combed bald, and her forehead is exposed. A man with pointed hair and a white linen dress, which is the latest fashion, with shrugged shoulders and narrow sleeves. She didn't mind me staring at her and asked me, "Where did you find A-Lang?" "Nepal." "what?" "Nepal." Looking for an explanation, "I am a photographer. I took a series of photos in Nepal and met her. She asked me to bring her back." "Is she in good health?" she asked. "It doesn't look wrong at all," I said. "She has been missing for five or six years," she said hastily, "the family has been looking for her." "Jesus," I said. "A lot has happened in the past few years..." She changed the subject, "Mr. Joe, thank you this time." I smiled, "It's useless to just thank you, A-Lang owes me the plane ticket." "Of course." She said, "We will definitely pay back." I said, "A-Lang won't wake up until tomorrow morning, do you want to go back first?" "It's almost five o'clock," she said. "I'll wait here if you don't mind." I said, "I don't care." I went to the kitchen to make coffee. She paced back and forth in my studio, looking at the photos I took with her eyes like a torch. In summer, the southern country dawns early, and after drinking coffee, there are already birds chirping. She didn't have a trace of tiredness, and she exuded a tense look, which was the opposite of A-Lang's easy-going, gentle and vigorous, but she was still a rare beauty. I didn't know what to say, the room was dead silent.Fortunately Ah Lang woke up, she yawned and sat up straight. Her stepmother said to her, "Ah Lang, let's go back." Her voice was much calmer. A-Lang's eyes widened, "It's you, you are finally here, where is Daddy, why didn't Daddy come to pick me up?" "A-Lang, let's talk about everything when we get home." "Go home," A-Lang said, "ah, of course, I want to go home." "Let's go," her stepmother urged her. "Don't bother people anymore." Alang looked at me reluctantly. I shrugged my shoulders to comfort her, "If you build a long shed for thousands of miles, there will always be a feast. Treat me like those two plow oxen." Alang smiled. "Goodbye." I sent the two of them out. I handed in my business card and said, "If you need anything, just come to me." The driver outside the door was waiting so long that he almost turned into a stone man. A-Lang was almost kidnapped and we didn't have time to say goodbye. Grace came to visit me at noon, and I told her everything. Graceful said: "Oh, why don't you ask me to come and see?" "It's three o'clock in the middle of the night, so I don't want to disturb you." "You mean, that Mrs. Murong is about the same age as Murong Lang? And she's just as beautiful?" "It's not bad at all, but it's not the same type of beauty. Ah Lang is a little confused, and this Mrs. Murong, she is very shrewd." "If you were asked to choose, which one would you choose?" Grace asked suddenly. "Where did you go? I have no idea at all." I gave her a white look. Graceful and stubborn, "Tell me, which one do you choose." I said, "If I had to choose, I wouldn't want any." "why." "No reason, feelings are very subjective, I don't like strange women, they make me nervous." I said: "In daily life, the most important thing is to be comfortable and relaxed." Graceful smiled and asked: "So you left home and lived by taking pictures for a living? Your father forced you to make progress and made you nervous?" "Where did you go?" I resentfully said, "It's all nonsense." Graceful laughed. At this moment the doorbell rang loudly, Grace opened the door, talked with the people outside the door for a while, and came back with an envelope. "Certified mail." I asked. "No, the Murong family sent someone to bring it to you." She handed the envelope to me. I opened it, and it was a thank you letter written by Mu Ronglang. "Guess, will I look for you again?" Graceful asked. "I think so," I put the letter away, "she will be very attached to both cows, let alone me." "Will you chase her?" Grace asked again. I got angry, "I don't intend to answer this kind of question, all the photos you want have been flushed out, and I quickly took them away, so I can keep my ears quiet." Graceful smiled and took the photo and left, "I will give you the manuscript fee as soon as possible." She said. Today is a big day for me to have tea with my mother. I specially changed into a suit and went to the appointed place to wait for her. She said a few words: "Are you still planning to move back?" "Your father is sad." "In the future, if your son doesn't listen to you, you will know how it feels." "Holding a camera all day Let's go, it's useless." I was numb to hearing, and asked her: "Mom, you are also a famous lady who walks around in the upper class. Last time, you pretended to be Daji and walked on the flyover when you were raising money for a charity—well, I was so scared that I smashed the camera. that time-" "See you big-headed ghost." She scolded me. "Have you ever heard of a family living in Hong Kong whose last name is Murong?" "Murong?" "Yes, think about it, mother, have you ever heard of it?" "Murong's family has long since died, why are you here?" Mom was displeased. "Really, tell me, how come the family is scattered?" I was too curious. "Once the old man of the Murong family passed away, there would be no one to take over the huge business. Nine times out of ten, the business would be over. Although there is no need to worry about money to spend, after all, one generation is not as good as the previous generation, and now it is not their turn to be in the limelight." "No son?" "I have a son who has the same temper as you. He eats too much and is lazy. He immigrates to a foreign country and never comes back." "Is there a young woman in power in their family?" "I knew it a long time ago, so I asked this vixen." Mom stumbled, "Isn't it? Sure enough." "Tell me, I like to hear it." I got excited. "Are you crazy? What's so good about such rumors in the tabloids?" Mom reprimanded me, "I don't want to be a mother-in-law." I laughed, "Mom, you've even done Daji, what's the problem?" "You child, you really rebelled." She was angry at it. "Come on, tell me a little bit about Murong's family." I begged, "Otherwise, if you ask me out for tea, I'll push you and say you don't have time." "No wonder your father wants to blow you away." Mom said helplessly, "I have no relationship with Murong, so I don't know that much." "But you know about the vixen," I reminded her. "I only heard that a certain person caught up with a woman who was younger than his daughter in his later years. After that, the certain person fell into a slump, and the family property also fell into the hands of this woman. Now it is almost scattered." I nodded, "Did you tell your father this story and tell him to be careful?" "Isn't it enough for your father to have a son like you? He doesn't need the help of a vixen." She stared at me and said. "You hurt me if you have something to do," I said annoyed, "I am not a loser, and I have three brothers who are so capable, so I have the qualifications to be an artist." Mother softened, "Speaking of your brothers, I really have nothing to say." "It's mean to get married, just like the old man," I disdain, "Every businessman must be raped, I have nothing to say." "Mu'er, there is no cure for you." My mother gave me a glare. After saying goodbye to her, I made an appointment to have dinner with Grace, and she handed over the manuscript fee check to me. She said, "I went to inquire about Murong's family." "Really?" I pretended to be casual, "Are you so curious?" "It turned out that when Murong Lang disappeared five years ago, her father sent people everywhere to search for her, and it was all over An Hong." I look up. "Later, her parents passed away one after another, and this matter was settled." Grace said. "Where's her stepmother? Didn't continue to look for her?" I asked. "A-Lang is in Tibet, how can I find him?" "Why did she leave?" I asked. "No one knows, she used to be a celebrity in the social circle, look," Grace found a stack of newspaper clippings in her briefcase, "she took a lot of photos on the night of her engagement." I took the clipping, and the newspaper was already yellowed as usual, but the beautiful girl in the photo was obviously Murong Lang. Although her clothes were outdated, it could be seen that they were the most fashionable at that time. "What happened?" I mused. "Can I write a story?" Grace said: "I want to write this story. Today's novels are too illusory. It is more practical to have a real background." I sneered, "Unless you plan to write about a family of eight on one bed or the Red Guards, no matter how realistic the story is, it will be relegated to the category of nothingness." "Then I don't care, I've decided." Grace was very determined. "No matter how good a story is, it must be complemented by smooth words." I reminded her. "Yes, I will try my best to write." She said, as if writing a novel is like picking mud, and I will do my best. "Who will do the data collection for you?" "Myself, everything seems to be unraveling, and the truth will be revealed soon. I have already called Murong Lang to accept my interview." "When did this happen?" "This morning." "Hey, if she asks you to come, can you take me with you?" I asked. Graceful smiled and said, "What does this have to do with you?" "I'm curious," I said confidently, "if Hong Kong people don't have curiosity, your monthly magazine "Graceful" can still be published?" "She hasn't answered me yet." Grace said, "Let's do a fair deal, shall we? If she finds you by any chance, you can take me with her." "Okay, let's share the blessings and share the misfortunes." I said. "Who will be with you?" Graceful has always been foolish. I stared at her, this girl, whoever goes with her is also a blessing, nowadays there are few girls who are so independent and optimistic. I twisted her cheek, and she ducked, "You're so rude, old Joe." "What are you afraid of? We are old partners. I am not afraid of anyone. If your future husband is jealous, then I can't help it." "Chop you into eight pieces." She threatened me. "Would you marry such a petty person?" I asked back. She breaks her hair.I looked at her all dressed up, brown-blond hair accessories, a belt of the same texture, a gold handbag, and white shoes with gold rims. I laughed and said, "The gold is flooding, it confuses the eyes, I hope to see a more simple dress, such as——" "For example, Nepalese women's clothing?" She jumped up and said. "For example, your big-headed ghost. You wear fashionable clothes, and you must make it fashionable." I said, "The three bone bloomers these days have scared me out of my wits, and a forty-year-old woman still wears them." Wearing it and hanging a small gold handbag, matching the wrinkles on my face, I was so sad that I cried, I don’t know if I want to buy a set for my mother to wear on Mother’s Day, and I am so hesitant.” Graceful asked: "According to your standards, who is the best dressed?" "Wearing well is not about having good clothes. A singer is not a singer. The most important thing is to be age-appropriate. Unfortunately, everyone understands this truth, but it is not easy to practice. Once a woman is over thirty, she likes to lie to herself that she can stay young forever." I After thinking about it, "That young Mrs. Murong, she dresses well. The clothes on her body belong to her. It is no longer a resting place for the souls of famous designer designers." "They are rich." "How many rich women dress like thieves," I said. "What clothes is she wearing?" Grace was unconvinced. "I don't remember at all what she was wearing, it's just clever, she dresses comfortably." Graceful said: "You have been poisoned." I laughed a few times and parted ways with Graceful. Received a phone call in the evening, it was A-Lang's voice. "Joe? I want to invite you to come. There are many things that must be discussed in person." I thought of sharing the blessings with Grace, but Murong Lang's voice was too heavy, and I couldn't make such a request. After a pause she said, "My parents are dead." I am silent.No wonder, she was originally empty of all four elements. "My sister also died of illness, and now my only relative is my elder brother, but I have contacted him, and he refuses to return to Hong Kong." "Where's your stepmother?" "Yes, I still have her, she is a brave woman." Murong Lang's voice was unexpectedly excited, "For the past five years, she has been supporting her alone." "There's--nothing between you and her?" "She treated me well." "I'll be right there." I hung up the phone. I didn't inform Grace, and drove to Murong's house alone.