Chapter 6 round dance - 6

To enroll. After thinking about it for a long time, he entered the engineering department and was more confident. The time was shortened to four years, and it was easy to find a job after graduation. He said that he was already an overage student and he had to catch up. Not a minute was wasted, John was the kind of guy who loved life and did everything with energy, in contrast to my icy laziness. He came to see me every day, and I was always caught by him to be lazy. Either snoozing on the couch, watching a ball game while eating a snack, or soaking in the bathtub. John said I never was hard on myself.

"Of course," I said, "this may be the best day of my life. You never know when bad luck will come. Don't hope for tomorrow. Take advantage of today and enjoy it." "What gray talk!" "The world is basically gray." "Your room is pink." I laughed out loud, but my heart twitched faintly, as if I was struggling. "How was your homework?" "Have you ever heard of a student who failed English Literature?" "Cheng Yu, you will never give a definite answer when you speak." "Has Fu Yuchen contacted us?"

"I talk to him every night on the phone," "Did you...have you mentioned me?" "Yes, he talks about you every time, he cares about you." "Did he say he was going to get married?" "No. He wouldn't tell me anything like that." Fu Yuchen did not correspond with me. "Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon I will meet you at the Smirf Library." I nod. After John left, he went back to the room, turned on the tape recorder, and listened to Fu Yuchen's voice. They were all recorded during our daily chats—— "……what is this"?

"recorder." "What are you doing?" "Record your voice." "Cheng Yu, your behavior is getting more and more strange." "Just say a few words." "I will be in a daze when I speak into the microphone." "Mr. Fu Yuchen, let me interview you: May I ask if the real estate market will go up in 2073?" "It was still stable in 7374, but it will definitely rise in a straight line in 7576." (laughs) "So Mr. Fu, how would you invest?" "Purchasing industrial land at a low price may do a lot."

"Thank you for accepting this interview, Mr. Fu." "Strange, Cheng Yu, a financial newspaper asked me the same question yesterday." "yes……" Lying in bed and listening to his voice was a real treat. I didn't turn on the light, I was not afraid of the dark, I smoked a cigarette and poured a glass of whiskey. The biggest advantage of studying abroad is not the pursuit of knowledge. For me, I can use this time to develop all bad habits. Listening to Fu Yuchen's voice quietly until late at night. There is a paragraph like this: "Would you like Luke more or John more?"

"Of course John." "I can see that too." "But it's not like you imagined, there is always a kind of separation." "I've always encouraged you to date more." "When I really go out, I will ask the long and short questions again, and get to the bottom of it." "I'm not so bad, don't be suspicious." "How dare you say you didn't ask the driver to follow me?" "It's ridiculous." "Boys don't come to me." "You have to give them proper guidance." "Let's not discuss this issue."

"This is the most immediate issue for women, and it should not be ignored." "You sound like a father." He heaved a long sigh. Falling asleep to the sound of Fu Yuchen's sighs. Never get up when the alarm clock goes off, so John has to make an extra phone call. He never looks up when he walks, and rarely notices what's going on around him. But in the Smithfield library, I noticed details that I would not have noticed before. I habitually choose the seat near the window and near the hot water room. Unfortunately, someone was already sitting there, so I moved across to him, put down my handbag and took out the gum, and saw a book in front of the student sitting opposite me.

The words succubus on the book cover seemed to get into my eyes. "The Girl on the Red Velvet Swing". I reached for the book without asking myself. The owner of the book raised his head and said flatly, "This is a biography." My eyes were red, I must, I must read this book, it turns out that the red velvet swing has its own allusions. "Lend me!" "I haven't watched it yet." "I bought it for you." He hurriedly opened his handbag and stuffed the banknotes in his hand, stood up and planned to leave. "Wait a minute, I recognize you. Your surname is Zhou, and your name is Zhou Chengyu."

He could call out my name, and I couldn't help but keep looking at him. It was a young Chinese man with a familiar face, but I couldn't recognize who it was. I apologized and put the book in my handbag, "Since we are acquaintances, the deal will be concluded." "The book is only three yuan and seventy-five cents. I'll give it to you." He smiled. "No, it's more fair for me to buy." "Zhou Chengyu, you forgot about me." "Who are you?" "It's not convenient to talk in the library, come on, let's go to the cooperative."

I followed him out. With a cup of coffee each in hand, he asked me again: "Did you forget me?" "Have we really met?" Many classmates strike up a conversation in this way. "many times." Can't really remember. "Let me remind you, my surname is Tong." He breathed a sigh of relief, "I have never known anyone with the surname Tong, and this strange surname is not easy to forget." "Tong Make, remember?" I deliberately joked with him, "I don't have any impression, but you are so familiar." He sighed, "No wonder, you never know my last name."

"Let's reveal the mystery." He just said one word "Hui——" "Wait!" I remembered, alas, damn it, damn it, I immediately stared at him with wide eyes, "You, it's you!" He wiped his nose with his hand and smiled shyly. "It's you." He is that loyal friend of Paul Hui, the guy who gave me a lot of trouble in my unhappy childhood. "So your name is Tong Make, Tong, I really should pour coffee on your head." I stood up. He raised his hands, as if making peace, "Everyone has grown up—" "No, I didn't grow up." "Zhou Chengyu, you have always been a little adult, you were not angry when you were young, why are you angry now?" "People will go back as they live, and I am that kind of person." "Zhou Chengyu—" Immediately a frost appeared on my face, forcing him to silence. "Cheng Yu, why are you here?" John chased him out, "We made an appointment to wait in the library." He immediately saw Tong Make, and lowered his face, "Is this person giving you trouble?" I said coldly, "Not yet." John turned to stare at Marco. Marco raised his hand and stepped back, running away in a hurry. John resentfully said to me: "Why do you always provoke these people?" I screamed strangely, "Qiaochao, which eye of yours saw me dealing with them? Be fair, I have heard enough lessons." Cover your ears and run away. There was no class, and when I got home and locked the door, I took out the soft-cover book from my handbag. "Girl on a Red Velvet Swing". How secretive. A few years ago, when my mother came to borrow money from Fu Yuchen, she asked him coldly: When will you prepare a red velvet swing frame? I open the first page of the book. The phone rang, the doorbell rang, the sky gradually turned dark, and I ignored them all. I was engrossed in reading the novel, and my face turned from red to white, then from white to red, and then turned blue. I've only watched most of it, and I'm already lying on the bed with cold sweat streaming down my back. My mother hurt me by saying such things, frivolously, inadvertently, but it seemed logical, she insulted me. She actually put that allusion on me. Although I didn't forgive her before, I never hated her. No matter how young I am, I also understand that it is difficult to control the fate of people by myself. There are many unavoidable things that will happen, but now—— Now I really think she is like a snake and a scorpion. I stayed in the corner of the room all night, as if she would jump out from somewhere and continue to hurt me. As long as I live, I don't want to see her again. Never, I swear. That book took me several hours, and after reading it, it was late at night. Poured a small glass of whiskey with ice, drank half of it, and called Fu Yuchen. Thousands of words, no one to talk to, it's just him. The phone rang for a long time, and it was said that the late night here should be their early morning, and no one would answer. Finally the receiver was picked up, and just as I was about to speak, I heard a sleepy female voice asking, "Hello?" I am in a daze. Could it be that Ma Peixia, with her upbringing personality, would not answer the phone with this voice in Fu Zhai. "Hello." She asked, "Which one?" I gently put down the phone. Then quietly drank the whiskey alone. No one told me that Maryland is rich in flowers of all kinds, especially purple iris and yellow daffodils. Early in the morning, someone was waiting at my door, holding these two kinds of flowers in their hands. He is Tong Ma Ke. Before he could speak, I said, "It's no use, I'll never forgive you." The stubbornness of Tong Jun's youth reappeared, "I just came to apologize..." I close the door.Apologizing, people do whatever they want, thinking that a sorry will cancel everything. I didn't go to class that day, and I mourned for myself all day long. Although the world is big, no one's arms belong to me, and I don't belong to anyone. So young, so tasted such absolute emptiness. Anyone who comes up to me and says teenagers don't know what it's like is going to blow his head out, and that's what John is, so I don't want to see him anyway. Tell him that you feel uncomfortable, see a doctor, and want to rest, "No, no, don't come, I don't want to see people, and I won't open the door for you when I come." After speaking, put on your coat and go out. Go find Tong Jun. After investigation, he was found outside the classroom and called out. He was very surprised to see it was me. After all, he had grown up and felt ashamed, he said in a very calm tone, "I'm teaching an important lesson." "How long? I'm waiting for you here." "That's not so important." "can we talk?" "Of course, that's exactly what I came to visit this morning." "I'm in a bad mood this morning." "I can tell." "Let's find a place to talk." "Does that mean you've forgiven me?" "No, I'm still a demon girl, and I'm so fascinated by Hui Mou that I don't care about it." "He's married, you know?" "Who?" "Hui Paul." "Really, so fast?" "More than that, he has also become a father." No matter how melancholy he was, he couldn't help showing surprise. "Look, he didn't wait for Zhou Chengyu for the rest of his life," Tong Make said humorously, "I went out of my way for him in vain, trying to offend people blindly." I laughed out loud. "I felt bad when I saw my friends who didn't think about eating and drinking." Tong Make said. "So you're an enthusiastic person," I said. "You don't do anything, it's so unfair," he said, "I always wanted to contact you, but I couldn't find you. I changed schools and residences." We walked to the campus and sat down. "What do you have to say to me?" he asked cautiously. "Remember the book you borrowed from me?" "You came out specially to exchange books?" He was surprised. "No, I want to talk to you about this book." He was even more curious, "Talking about a small book for three dollars and seventy-five cents?" "yes." "I haven't seen it yet." "I can tell you the story." "Zhou Chengyu, you are such a strange girl." "Look, if you're not interested, forget it." "Okay, okay, take it easy." "This book is about a young girl," I began. Quite thought he would interrupt me, pretty thought he would say: But all the books have a young heroine. But he didn't. Tong Ma could listen attentively. He knew that I had something to say, which was very important to me. He was a bright young man. "This girl is an actress. When she was fourteen, she met a rich man who was already middle-aged." Marco made a gesture and said: Ah, it turned out to be the story of May and December, nothing unusual. I went on: "They lived together for many years. At the age of nineteen, she once wanted to get rid of him, run out, and marry someone, but after a while, she went back to be with him again until she was in her twenties, One day, she drew a gun and shot him dead." Hearing this ending, Marco was taken aback, "What a deformed and terrifying story." I am silent. "But why is the title called The Girl on the Red Velvet Swing?" "He gave her a luxurious house. In the center of the hall, he made a red velvet swing frame. Every night, he made her naked on it for his appreciation." Tong Make shuddered, "God, it's so scary, you never know what the price will be." I keep a blank face. He said gently, "Put the book away and forget about it, and we'll go to town to see Disney's Fantasia reenactment." "I don't want to go, please take me home." "You spend so much time coming out to me just to talk to me about the plot of the book?" "next time." "Zhou Chengyu, when you say another day, there may never be another day." "Then follow me." "You are exactly the same as when you were a child." I smiled in a trance, "Why not you." I just want to find someone to tell this story, so that I can get rid of the depression in my heart. "Okay, I'll take you back." On the way, he asked a lot of common questions, such as "when did you arrive in Maryland", "what subject do you study", "if you choose California, you will miss it", "how is your life?" and so on. Really, if you go to another place to study, you won't meet, but I suspect that this group of people come and go on the dance floor, and they are all designated to move within that small area, so don't worry, you will always meet, always Something happens. The car arrives at home. Tong Make asked: "Is that your boyfriend, who has been staring at you all day long." John Zeng stood at the door angrily, his eyes burning. "No, he's not my boyfriend." I was telling the truth. "Get out of the car here, I don't want to be beaten." I can't help but laugh.Thinking about it, I think this is a smart way to do it. John didn't teach me any more. There was a sad look on his face, besides anger, he was listless. It was my turn to teach him a lesson, "John, your only purpose here is to study. You should not have any other distractions in your heart. You should obediently watch your diploma progress. Your family is waiting for you to go back and be a new force after you finish your studies." As soon as he heard it, he knew it was true, and he was immediately discouraged. What right does John have to fight for the girls, and he might not be qualified to get married ten years later. His father will retire soon after he returns, and the burden of life will immediately fall on his shoulders. Their origin is easier said than done. Although I have never been to his house, I can imagine the situation. People are not bad people, but they have been tormented by the predicament for a long time. After a while he said: "Cheng Yu, you are so right." I was a little happy, "Thank you." He lowered his head, "You and I will never be together." "We can be old friends. When we are fifty years old, we can talk about wine." He glanced at me, "But you're going to marry someone else." "Married? John, I'll never marry." "This prophecy was too early." "No, I know it." "I will never get married. My mother is disappointed with my father and insists on finding compensation from me. Anyone who is with me will become her enemy." "All she needs is a little sense of security." John no longer talks about his family. "How much better can I be than you, John, you know that the girl surnamed Zhou lives in Fu's house..." "How strange," John asked, "never met your parents." "So," I shrugged, "It's not that I don't want to endure hardship, but I must save some energy for future use, otherwise it will be too tasteless to suffer for a lifetime from the age of ten." "I'm going to make coffee." After a while, he poked his head out from the kitchen with a strange expression, "Cheng Yu, what did you burn in the trash can? There was a big smell." "Burn a book." "Why burn? It's dangerous." "Hate it." John said no more. We have our own troubles and concerns, so why ask more questions. For the whole semester, he didn't get in touch with Fu Yuchen. He seems to have forgotten me. as if. Fu Yuchen did it so successfully that even I wondered if he really forgot about me. Even when he received the telegram, his wording was understated, and it was not sent directly to me, always passing John Zeng first. Who can blame me for calling John "The Manager." The manager came to pick me up from school without waiting for get out of class to end. The classmates booed as usual, "He's here to pick her up, he's here to pick her up, baby, I'll take you home, hahaha." Mixed with whistles.The foreign boy in his early twenties is still very naive, but it is also a friendly gesture to take the time to tease his classmates. I pretended not to hear. The best way to deal with anything is to pretend not to hear, sorry, I'm lucky and don't hear ghosts. "What is it, John?" "Mr. Fu will pick you up in the afternoon." "Afternoon, today?" "The plane is coming." "Take me home," I was pleasantly surprised, "you don't need to study anymore?" John couldn't help but laugh, "Look at you, when I heard that there was a chance to dodge, I was so happy, my heart was so happy, no, don't think about it, I'm taking you to Italy." I don't even know what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd, "Why do you need him to lead you when you go to Europe?" "It's a Don Castignini who wants to see you." "It's him, that lovely little silver-haired old man, to put it simply, my second stepfather. He wants to see me, why?" "I think Mr. Fu will tell you," John said. "What time will he arrive?" John looked at his watch, "It's almost scary now, come, let's go to the airport with you." It was very unexpected and unbelievable that Fu Yuchen finally came to see me, and it was because of the second man.If you think about it carefully, you will be relieved, of course it is for other men, always for the second man, otherwise why would he show up. He came alone, and Miss Ma did not accompany him. Looking at him as objectively as possible, I felt that he was no different from the Fu Yuchen I met for the first time. All kinds of grievances and grievances flashed in my mind one by one, and I couldn't help calling him: "Pay attention to it." He raised his head, his eyes were complicated, and he didn't know how to answer me.After all, he is an adult, and he regains his strength all of a sudden. When I didn't know how to put thoughts to my heart, I also called him Bo Yuchen. Now under his cultivation, he is already a college student. John was such a good student, reaching out to take the luggage from him. Fu Yuchen said: "John's homework is among the best, Cheng Yu, you will not improve." "Me," I pointed to my nose, "I'm already an excellent student. John is different. He has to study hard and torture himself, because opportunities don't come easily." Fu Yuchen said nothing, just smiled. But John reminded me eagerly, "Your chance is rare, Cheng Yu." When I thought about it, it really was, and I couldn't help but say, "I hate you, it's none of your business." Fu Yuchen shook his head, "It's even more presumptuous, John, you've done it to yourself and spoiled her." "If you want him to spoil you, how old is he? I spoil myself." John is silent, knows he said the wrong thing, and has been hurt. "Whoever I talk to in the future, I don't need you to open my mouth." "Okay, Cheng Yu, it's okay." Seeing Fu Yuchen's face, he stopped talking. Has been deadlocked home. Ask Fu Yuchen: "Stay here with me? I'll prepare." He nodded, I was just a little happy, and he said: "Peixia will follow, she will arrange." Ma Peixia, I bow my head, it's not her or someone else. "Why, no one asked me what I did this time?" I am no longer interested in listening. "Then I'll go up and take a rest first, John, please come back at 7:30 to pick up Miss Ma." Fu Yuchen went into the bedroom, I looked away, and accidentally caught a glimpse of John, his face was full of mockery. I asked him, "What right do you have to look at me like that?" He couldn't hold back, "You should die." This sentence made me unable to bear it anymore, those few words seemed to gouged into my heart, I stretched out my hand and slapped him on the face, "You just died of this heart!" He didn't expect that I would hit him, his face was slanted to one side, and he couldn't turn around. "Hate." I turned and left the room. Call Tong Ma Ke out on the street by phone. He smiled when he saw me, "Which book have you read again, and you want to discuss it with me?" I ran my hands through my hair and said nothing. Marco was taken aback, "What's the matter with your hand?" I looked down and was stunned. The three fingers in the middle of my right hand were swollen and bruised. I was injured when I beat John too hard, so I was really angry. "Oh, it's pinched on the door." "It hurts." "No pain" "Ten fingers connected to a heart, why doesn't it hurt?" "I have no heart." Ma Ke was startled, then shook his head, as if to say, "Miss has a temper, the weather is unpredictable." "Marco, how is your family?" "It's passable." "When did you graduate?" "next year." "Marco, would you like to marry me?" He looked at me, but smiled and ate the ice cream in his hand. "Make a decision quickly. If you are late, it will be too late. First come, first served. I only give you three minutes to think about it." He looked at me again, still smiling. See, sometimes it's not easy to give yourself away. He finally finished his ice cream slowly, "Who do you want to be mad at?" "It's not for anyone, for me. I need a home, a little hope, some sustenance. Someone loves me and takes care of me. Isn't it possible? Shouldn't it be?" "Marriage does not guarantee that you can get these." I was depressed, "I have to try it, otherwise how would I know." Marco put his arms around my shoulders and kissed me loudly on the cheek, "You are so cute, Cheng Yu, I love you." "I'm sorry, I'm really crazy, I didn't mean it." "What, do you want to take it back? No, I will always remember that on a certain day in a certain year, a beautiful girl proposed to me." "Three minutes have passed, and it will no longer take effect." "Let's go to Fantasia, come on." I follow him. Hiding in the dark theater, the air a bit stale, Marco held my hand, and I was like a normal teenage girl dating a boyfriend. Tong Make enjoys this set of cartoons very much, sometimes shaking his head to the music, sometimes laughing and laughing. He talked about it after the show.I didn't even absorb a frame of negatives. This set of movies is re-screened every once in a while, and I didn't have a chance to watch it until I was thirty.It's been a long, long time. After the show, we went to eat pizza, I became very silent, the fingers of my right hand were hard to move, and there was a dull pain. The worst thing was that I was wearing two silver rings that were popular at that time on my ring finger, which strangled my blood, and I couldn’t take it off. Enduring hardships, it can be seen that beating people will also suffer losses, and it is very tasteless at the moment. John just told the truth, how could I beat him with my hands, I couldn't help but sigh for my own roughness. "You are always preoccupied," Ma Ke said, "you have been like this since you were fourteen or fifteen years old. But it is also this look that makes people never forget. I am curious, Cheng Yu, can you tell me the reason?" I laughed in a trance, "Of course I will tell you after we get married." When I got home, I saw the same Louis Vuitton luggage lined up in the corridor, and Miss Ma Peixia had already arrived. She greeted her, "Cheng Yu, we were looking for you, where did you go?" I pointed to Marco: "Go to the appointment." Marco greeted her politely. Miss Ma was dressed like Caris Keli, with a Kesmee cardigan, narrow-leg trousers, and a big Hummus silk scarf on her shoulders.I haven't seen her for a year or two, but she looks better and looks more graceful. Under Fu Yuchen's careful cultivation, everything can bloom. Now she looked at me carefully under the light, and praised, "These days, Cheng Yu, you have grown up and grown up, and you look like a little beauty." She winked at Marco. Ma Ke knew that we had a lot of things to say, so he left tactfully. "That's your boyfriend?" Miss Ma asked with a smile, "No wonder John is downcast." "Where's Fu Yuchen?" I asked. "He hasn't woken up yet, he has been unable to sleep on the plane." "Wake up later, who will serve him in the middle of the night." I sat down. Miss Ma smiled wryly, "Who else?" "Why did you come all the way here?" "He didn't say?" "not yet." "Mr. Castinini wants to see you. He is dying." what.I call out. "He called Mr. Fu himself, and he promised him." "Is my mother still with Castinini?" "Yes, she is beside him." "Poor old man, on his deathbed, he still needs to use a loudspeaker in prison." Ma Peixia wanted to laugh at first, but held back. After a while I asked, "Don't you find it strange why Guido Castignini wants to see me?" "I asked him that too." Fu Yuchen's voice came from the door of the room, and he got up, wearing a nightgown. "How did he answer?" "He said, Cheng Yu's face is like the angel described by their painter Bao Dixili, and he is willing to see you again before he dies." I sighed, "Strange little old man." Fu Yuchen stared at me, "Strange? No, I think he has a good eye." Ma Peixia said softly: "Cheng Jing has an unforgettable face." I don't like to hear that, don't turn your head, "When are we leaving for Milan?" "Go tomorrow, and John will ask for leave for you." "Actually, there is no need for you both to find time to come here." Ma Peixia smiled, "Cheng Jing doesn't seem to want to see us, but we want to see you, especially him." She glanced at Fu Yuchen, "Every time I eat peaches, I say: Cheng Yu likes this the most. See I put on a white dress, and said: Cheng Yu likes plain colors the most. But I'm really busy, so I can't leave..." I watched Fu Yuchen, and he also watched me. Gradually, she couldn't hear what Ma Peixia said, and couldn't leave, but whenever she had an excuse, she came like a moth to a flame. We melt into each other's eyes. It was a very long night, and the two of them didn't sleep well, and they kept getting up and walking around. I took out the stamp boxes I had stored, and laid out the stamps one by one on the bed for a closer look. This is the best hypnotic method, and I will be tired all at once. Then fell asleep among the stamp piles. Early the next morning, Ma Peixia came in to wake me up, and took off the stamps one by one from her long hair. "Let's go?" She nodded.He didn't sleep well, and when he got older, he could see that his eyes were dark, and he had to get up earlier than Fu Yuchen to serve him. It wasn't until the second day after she arrived in Milan that she had enough sleep before her smile returned.Castinini ordered the steward to fetch us, sorry he was ill and could not come out himself. Fu Yuchen looked at me and said, "He knew you were at odds with Lingtang, so he didn't ask her to come, how considerate of him." I said, "It's a pity that I have to see her in the end." I don't know if she has continued to gain weight. I don't know if I will be as fat as a mushroom when I am in my forties. Castinini's big house is more beautiful than in the photos, Milan is dirty and foggy, but his courtyard is like Versailles. I turned my head and said to Fu Yuchen, "Maybe I should have been here three years ago, but now I can speak Italian fluently." Neither he nor Ma Peixia answered. I am a little grateful to Castignini, he provided me with an opportunity so that I would not be seen as dead by Fu Yuchen for the rest of my life.Although he has no blood relationship with me, although I just walked from one man's house to another man's house, it is a choice after all. With a choice, others will not dare to bully you. The steward told us to follow him. Through the marble corridor, we arrived at the rose garden, entered the library through the long window, and saw the old man reclined on a couch. He seemed to be dozing off, but also seemed to be wandering in a ghost. My heart became hot and I tended to move forward. He didn't open his eyes, and I knelt down beside him. He has become much thinner, and his whole body is like a dried fruit, with a core wrapped in wrinkled skin, and the flesh doesn't know where to go. I turned my head to look at Fu Yuchen, they didn't come in, they just gave me a wink, and then left with the housekeeper. There is no smell of death in the library, the fragrance of flowers is overwhelming, and the strong sweet smell is everywhere. A bee inadvertently broke into the room. The sunlight penetrates through the wooden shutters, but Guido is lying on the chaise longue. up, loses vitality. I whispered to old Guido in his ear, "Gido, Guido." He let out a murmur from his throat. They put a white shirt on him and tied a silk scarf around his neck. "You asked me to come, here I come, do you want a drink of water?" "You're here." He finally opened his eyes slightly, "An Qier, you're here." He motioned for me to shake his hand. I did as he said, and it was only a few small bones, and every joint could be felt. "You haven't forgotten old Guido?" "No." "Thank you for coming." "How are you, how are you?" I asked him softly. "I'm dying." I didn't know what to say, because I stuck close to him, my long hair drooped and swept over his clothes. He reached out and stroked my hair. "When I was very, very young, I knew a girl who had curly hair like this, but it was blond." "Blondes are much more beautiful." "Black hair is also beautiful." There seemed to be a hint of a smile on the corner of Guido's mouth. "What's up with her?" "She married someone else." He smiled wryly. "what." "I was a tailor's apprentice and her father owned a vineyard and couldn't match." "Did you meet by a bridge, like Dante and Beatrice?" Guido kissed my hand, "Lovely Angie, no no no, it's not like that, but I wish it could be like this." "I hope you will recover, Gerdo." "Did you miss me?" "Have." "Your mother?" "No." He smiled again, "It's nice to see you." "I haven't thanked you yet. Thanks to you, I don't have to leave Fu Yuchen." "Is Fu Yuchen here?" Ji Du said. "Yes. But he sent me to study in the United States, and I haven't seen him in the past two years." I said. Guido stared at me, and after a while he asked, "You still love him?" I nodded, "I love you very much." "More than before?" "Yes, a lot more." "Does he know?" "I believe I know." Guido nodded, "Do you know why I asked you to come to see me?" "I don't know, or because we're friends." "That's one reason, and another important thing." Perhaps because he talked too much, two red clouds rose on his cheeks. He said, "There's a glass of wine over there, give me a sip, please." I took the crystal cup and gave him a drink. The gauze curtains trembled slightly, and the wind blew up softly, and I have never had a more beautiful and bleak afternoon since then. Guido calmed down, "Angel, I will make you a very rich girl." "I do not understand." "I will give you half of the property." "I don't need your money, we are friends." "What a boy," he laughed again. "You make me extremely happy, and that's what you deserve." "But we only met twice." "That doesn't matter, that doesn't matter at all," "What do I need so much money for?" "In exchange for freedom, you can pursue everything, including the one you love." Guidu's eyes seemed to shine brightly. I looked up suddenly. "Yes," I said, "yes yes yes yes. Guido, thank you." He closed his eyes in relief, a little exhausted after talking so much. "Where's my mother?" "I asked her to live somewhere else for a day or two." "Will you give her anything?" "Don't worry, she will have a good life for the rest of her life." "Gido, why are you so nice to us?" I said.