Zhang Ailing: Agarwood crumbs, the first incense

Wen \ Zhang Ailing

"Agarwood Crumbs: The First Burning Incense" is a novella created by writer Zhang Ailing, published in the magazine "Violet" in 1943, no. 2 to 4, included in the Shanghai Magazine "Legend" in August 1944, and the Chinese mainland edition was included in the novel collection "Love in the Fallen City".

Please find out the family heirloom of the musty green copper incense burner, light a pot of agarwood crumbs, and listen to me tell the story of a pre-war Hong Kong. When you're done with this crumb, my story should be over.

At the beginning of the story, Ge Weilong, a very ordinary Shanghai girl, stands in the corridor of a large house in the middle of the mountain, looking far into the garden. Wei Long has been in Hong Kong for two years, but he is still quite unfamiliar with the luxurious residential areas in Hong Kong's hills. For the first time, she came to her aunt's house. The garden of my aunt's house was nothing more than a rectangular grass, surrounded by a barren mountain surrounded by a low white stone swastika. This garden seems to be a tray of gold paint that has been pulled out of thin air in the chaotic mountains. There is also a row of neatly manicured evergreen trees in the garden, two flower beds scattered sparsely, and gorgeous English roses, all of which are carefully arranged and not messy, like the faint brush paintings on the lacquer plate. In the corner of the lawn, a small rhododendron was planted, which was in bloom, and the flowers were pink with a little yellow, which was bright shrimp red. The spring in the wall is just a false scene, who knows the spark of the stars, can burn the plains, the spring extension in the wall burns outside the wall, the mountain is vigorously opening wild cuckoos, the scorching red, all the way down the slope of the mountain. Outside the azaleas, there was the thick blue sea, and there were big white boats moored in the sea. Here, not only is the strong contrast of colors giving the viewer a dizzy and unreal feeling - there are contrasts everywhere; all kinds of irreconcilable local backgrounds, the atmosphere of the times, are all hard to knead together, creating a fantasy realm.

The white house on the mountainside is streamlined, geometrically patterned, resembling the most modern cinema. However, the roof is covered with a layer of antique turquoise glazed tiles. The glass windows are also green, with a narrow red rim inlaid with chicken butter yellow. The windows are decorated with carved iron fences sprayed with chicken fat yellow paint. The house is surrounded by wide corridors, paved with red bricks, and supported by a row of white stone columns two or three feet high, which is a relic of the early architecture of the Southern United States. Entering through the glass door in the corridor is the guest room, which is a three-dimensional Western-style arrangement, but there are also several pieces of elegant Chinese ornaments, the stove is displayed with emerald snuff bottles and ivory Guanyin statues, and the sofa is surrounded by a small screen of bamboo, but the existence of this oriental color is obviously seen in the face of foreign friends. The British have come to see China from afar, and they can't help but give them a look at China. But the China here is the China in the minds of Westerners, absurd, exquisite, and funny.

Ge Weilong glimpsed her own shadow in the glass door—she herself was part of the oriental colors characteristic of the colony; she wore the chic uniform of the South England Secondary School, the emerald bamboo cloth shirt, long knees, under the narrow trouser legs, or the style of the late Manchu Qing Dynasty; dressing the female students like Sai Jinhua, which was also one of the facilities of the Hong Kong authorities to please European and American tourists. However, Wei Long loves fashion like other girls, adding a fleece vest to the outside of the bamboo shirt, and under the short back, a large section of the shirt is revealed, and the more he feels that it is not a donkey or a horse.

Veron tugged at the glass door and cut his hair. Her face was plain and beautiful little convex, and now, this kind of "puff face" is outdated. Her eyes were long and beautiful, and the deep marks on her eyelids swept straight into her sideburns. Slender nose, small fat mouth. Perhaps her facial expression is slightly lacking, but only because of this sluggishness, it shows the gentle and thick ancient Chinese atmosphere. She was sorry for her white skin, bent on tanning it and making it fit the standards of healthy beauty in the new era. But after she came to Hong Kong, most of the Guangdong beauties in her eyes were olive skin. She studied at Nanying Middle School, and she valued herself for her whiteness, and there was no shortage of people; someone once said that if the beauty with deep eyes and cheeks in Xiangyue was sweet and sour pork ribs, Shanghai women were tamales. Wei Long looked at himself, and this "indecent word" came to his heart. She furrowed her brows, turned around, and leaned her back against the glass door.

The aunts and aunts here seem to be playful characters, sweet and sour ribs and the like, dragging clogs one by one, skewering in the corridor. At this time, I heard a big sister shouting, "Look, who is sitting in the living room?" "I think it's the people of the young grandmother's family." "Listening to the wide-eyed throat, it must be the one who poured the tea just in time, the long face, the waist of the water snake; although the braids are hanging from the back, the head of the cage is combed in front of the forehead. Wei Long couldn't help but feel a little nervous in his belly, and the word "little milk" did not know who he meant? Didn't you hear that my aunt had children, where did the daughter-in-law come from? Could it be an aunt? Since the aunt married Liang Jiteng, a wealthy merchant in eastern Guangdong, as the fourth aunt's wife, she had a falling out with Wei Long's father and did not want to hang herself, when Wei Long was not yet born. But I often hear my family talk about it, my aunt is two years older than my father, and I am more than half a hundred years old, how can I still call her a little milk, presumably the maid is an old person who has been serving for many years, and she can't change her mouth for a while? I was thinking about it, and then I heard the blind eye say, "It's really rare that we go out so early in the morning with less milk!" The one snorted and said, "It's not the ghost spirit of the thirteenth young master of the Qiao family, who said that he took her to Repulse Bay to swim!" "Well, I don't know when I'll be back today." The one said, "But no, after swimming in the water, I will go to Lido for dinner and dance." Today, before dawn, he urged me to make some night dresses and silver shoes and take them to change. He smiled quietly, "That boy of the Qiao family, he has had enough!" I only said that the young grandmother had a dead heart, and I couldn't imagine that he was so clever, or he couldn't jump out of the palm of her hand! The one said, "That's it! That's it! Chew less tongue, there are people inside. He said, "Tell her to go back." White told people to stay and wait, to be evil! The one said, "Leave her alone!" You said that it is the family of the little grandmother, presumably it is a lot of smoke, and we can't socialize so much! He didn't make a sound for half a day, then smiled in his voice and said, "Still send her away, the Russian who plays the piano will come in a moment." The one listened, laughed, clapped his hands, and said, "It turns out that you are going to make room for this room to fool around with Alexander Alexandra Duwich!" I asked why you suddenly mother-in-law's mother,000, a kind heart, did not want to leave the guests here. Sure enough, it made a lot of sense inside. She chased her and beat her, only to hear a crack, and the one screamed: "Gentleman move, little man move!" He also snorted and said, "It is the little man who moves his hands, and it is the wave hooves who move his feet!" ...... You hoof, really kick people up! What a kick! Without finishing a word, the door opened, and a delicate clogs painted with gold folded plums flew in, impartially, and happened to hit Wei Long's knee, causing Wei Long to bend down and rub his legs in pain. When he looked up again, a handsome black girl, the golden rooster independent, jumped in step by step, stepped on the clogs, and went away without looking at Wei Long.

Wei Long couldn't help but get angry, and thought again: "The King of Yama is good to see, but the little devil is difficult." "How dare you not bow your head when you have been under his eaves?" This is the suffering of seeking people. Looking at this situation, today is hopeless, why should we rely on it to be annoying here? It's just that I ran up the mountain today, originally pulled a lie, took a leave of absence at school, is it impossible to escape for another day tomorrow? Tomorrow I may not be able to say that my aunt is not at home. This matter is not something that can be interviewed on the phone! After hesitating for half a moment, Fang said, "Just go!" "Out of the glass door, I saw the gaze reclining on the stone pillar, lifting the legs of his pants to pound his legs and stomach, and the part he kicked was still a little red. The black man poked his face at the end of the corridor and ran away with a cigarette. He shouted, "Don't run! I'm looking for you to settle the score! He smiled over there, "Why do I have so much work to fool around with you?" You love to use your hands and feet, wait for the Russian devil to come and do it with you. Although he murmured a small oily mouth, he couldn't help but smile; he turned his face to see Wei Long and asked, "Don't sit down?" Wei Long nodded with a smile and said, "Don't sit down, come back another day; it is difficult for you to accompany me to the garden to open the door." ”

The two men crossed the grass and looked closer to the small iron door with green paint. Hong Kong's humid land is humid, and most of the rich houses are built on stone foundations three or four feet high, so out of this door, you have to climb down the spiral hundred steps, which is the road. He was smoking the latch, and there was a car horn at the bottom, and he came out of nowhere, and the two of them skimmed over Wei Long's eyes, and ran down the stone level, laughing all the way in his mouth: "The young milk is back!" Less milk is back! He shrugged his shoulders and sneered, "Sesame is a big thing, it is also worth sacrificing your life like this, rushing to pull out the top!" Usually a slave, but I am not used to that kind of inferiority! "I turned around and went in. Leaving Wei Long alone, she stood by the iron gate; she was disturbed by the chaos of Wei'er, and her heart was a little panicked. Looking down at the iron door, the car door opened, and a petite young woman in a suit stepped out of the car, a black, black straw hat with a green web hanging from the brim, and a fingernail-sized emerald spider clasped in the web, shining in the daylight, crawling on her cheeks, bright and dark, like a teardrop that wanted to fall when it was dark, and like a mole when it was dark. The net was two or three yards long, wrapped around the shoulder like a scarf, fluttering and fluttering. The driver couldn't see clearly, it seemed to be a young man, stretched out his head to say goodbye to her, she stiffened her neck, and walked up the steps. Wei Er greeted him with a spring breeze on his face and asked, "Why didn't the thirteenth young master of the Qiao family come up to drink a beer?" The woman said, "Who has time to tangle with him?" Hearing that her voice was not right, She quickly put away her smile, took the small rattan box in her hand, and whispered, "But it's time to be tired!" Come back early! The woman looked back and saw that the car had driven away, took a heavy bite to the ground, and scolded, "Go and go, don't come back!" We're done! Seeing that she was really moving, she did not dare to interject again. The woman glanced at Her, first disdainful of her grievances, and then she was stunned for a while, and then she smiled sourly in her nose and said, "Listen, Baba invited me to the beach early in the morning, it turned out that she borrowed me as a disguise." He wanted to ask Marlene Zhao, their Guangdong family rules were strict, afraid that her father would not agree, with the presence of elders to supervise, the Zhao family's qianjin had a talisman. He beat this idea, thanks to him for speaking to me! He sighed and cursed Joe's damn. The woman ignored her, and continued through a breath: "It is common for me to win people over, and you surnamed Joe should not fail to make your words clear and make fun of the old lady." There are more people in the old woman's eyes, and if everyone has me in her eyes, she can't have a second person. Singing to the private booking of the lifelong back garden, anyway, it is not my turn to play the wet nurse! Eat wine, I am not used to being a guest! Your little bastard with the surname Joe, your father got a knighthood with the British, your mother is a Portuguese bitch of unknown origin, and there are a few chips on the Macau stall. You monkey cub, bold, go to the old lady and stir up the ghost! Counting down, he lifted the veil, lifted it behind his hat, and moved up the stairs.

Wei Long saw her face at this time, after all, she was a few years old, white and slightly green, and a touch of purple-black rouge on her lips, which was the new "mulberry red" in Paris this season. Wei Long knew the sleeping eyes, and his father's photo book contained a yellowed "family portrait" photo, which contained these eyes. The beauty is old, but the eyes are not old. Wei Long's heart was shocked, and his face couldn't help but heat up. Then I heard Wei Er follow behind her aunt and ask, "No matter how playful that kid in the Qiao family is, he can't be more playful than you." Did you really accompany him to pick up Lady Zhao? The woman's eyebrows fluttered and she said, "I'm not necessarily so stupid!" As soon as he proposed in the car, I said, 'Okay, go pick her up, but three people are weird, and you'll go find another one.' He was in favor, but he advocated taking Marlene Zhao first and then inviting people, so as not to make two men and two women, and let Old Master Zhao be blind and suspicious. I said, 'Isn't it good that we took the sheep by the hand and pulled Old Lady Zhao here?' I can't swim, neither can Mrs. Zhao, lying on the beach basking in the sun, and I have a companion. The surname Joe didn't say a word for half a day, and finally said, 'Forget it!' Or the two of us went to be quiet. I said, 'What's wrong?' He only drove with his head stuffed; I saw that I was almost at Repulse Bay, pushed that he had a heat stroke, forced him to take a breath and drove the car back, tired of his sweat, to stop and drink a bottle of soda, I was not allowed; finally a breath. He clapped his hands and smiled, "It's so painful! The little milk is at his mercy enough! Just one, Ming'er invited guests, presumably his post was canceled, and he had to find another person to fill the vacancy, right? Please show less milk. The woman tilted her head and thought, "Who please?" As soon as these British officers came, they counted my wine, but it was not useful, and when they drank too much, they were drunk as mud. oh! You remember for me, that lieutenant of the army, next time don't want him to come to the door, he is drunk and sticks to the tune, not a system! He even said yes. The woman said, "Does Sir Qiao Cheng have a call?" He shook his head and smiled, "I really don't understand: Once upon a time, when our grandfather was alive, the people of the Qiao family, two or three generations old and young, kept calling all day long, sneakily trying to find trouble for the young milk, causing people under us to be frightened, only afraid that Grandpa would be annoyed when he knew." Nowadays, the friends of the young milk have all crossed the bright road, and they have taken the class one by one to make a gesture! The woman said, "What's so hard to understand?" Thief bone temper is just that! It must be sneaky to be interesting! "Young Milk has found a suitable person to marry again, and I am not afraid that they will not be red-eyed!" The woman said, "Oh! Talk nonsense again. I tell you—" At this point, when the stone steps were finished, I stopped talking when I saw that there were living people by the iron gate.

Wei Long dared to step forward and called out to his aunt. Her aunt, Mrs. Liang, lifted her chin and squinted at her. Wei Long himself signed up, "Aunt, I am Ge Yukun's daughter." Mrs. Liang split her head and asked, "Is Ge Yukun dead?" Wei Long said, "My dad TOEFL is still here." Mrs. Liang said, "Does he know that you came to me?" Wei Long couldn't answer for a moment, and Mrs. Liang said, "Please stop, give him a big fight!" I'm not here for you to walk around, but insult your good name and surname! Wei Long smiled and said, "I don't blame my aunt for being angry, when we arrived in Hong Kong for a long time, we didn't come to ask my aunt for peace, it's really damned!" Mrs. Liang said, "Yo! It turns out that you came to please ann today! I have too many hearts, I only want you to ascend to the Three Treasures Hall without anything, I think it will be useful to my place. I said this at the beginning: One day, when Ge Yukun was dying, I obediently took out money to buy a coffin for him. He lives one day, don't think I borrow a penny! When she said this, Wei Long was young and tender, and could no longer perfunctory. It was a thick pile of smiles, and then the smile froze on the lips.

Seeing that she was too embarrassed to come to the stage, she couldn't bear it, and smiled: "People haven't opened their mouths yet, how does the young grandmother know that people are borrowing money?" But as the old saying goes, three years ago, I was dragoned by a snake, and I was afraid when I saw a rope! Ge girl, you don't know, in our mansion, all year round, there are relatives who come to the same village to smoke feng, and the little milk is to scare the guts. Girl, don't be in a hurry, come from afar to visit your relatives, and the two of you will also say something considerate and then leave. And sit in the living room for a while, and let us rest for a while, and through this breath I will call you. Mrs. Liang smiled faintly and said, "Listening to you, you actually paid for me." You don't have to be nosy! I don't know how much you have tipped! He said, "Oh! It's like I've never seen money in my eyes! You see this girl doesn't look like a person who makes a lot of money, but I'm afraid she can't buy me! Although Wei Er was well-intentioned to relieve Wei Long, these two sentences made people embarrassed, and Wei Long reluctantly smiled, but his face was red and white, and his look was uncertain. Wei Er leaned over Mrs. Liang's ear again and muttered, "Young Milk, you always forget, Dr. Feng in the beauty salon instructed you not to frown, and the corners of your eyes are prone to crow's feet." Mrs. Liang listened, and sure enough, she became pleasant. Xuan Er said, "Stand under the head of the Great Poison Sun, carefully raise freckles!" A gust of wind coaxed Mrs. Liang into the house.

Wei Long stood alone in the sun, and his cheeks were burning, and the two lines of tears that rolled down felt even more cold, straight into his heart. Raising the back of his hand, he shook it, walked lazily into the cloister and sat down in the guest room. I thought in my heart: "My aunt's reputation outside is not very clean, I only say that the people who create rumors have the heart to trample on the widow's family, plus Liang Jiteng is one of the top two broad people in Hong Kong, and the aunt is the proud person in his lifetime, the will specially sent a large amount of cash to her, the property is outside, there are many people with red eyes, naturally they can't say good words." Looking at this situation now, it is actually true! I came to stir in the muddy waters, the girl's family, even jumping into the Yellow River can not wash it! I'm going to have to overturn the plan and think about it again. But in this way, today's anger is not worth it! "Thinking about the scene of Fang Cai, I don't feel sad again.

Although the Ge family is a middle-class family, Wei Long is also pampered, where has been such a face-to-face robbery, he is sad, and he can faintly hear someone in the house over there scolding loudly, some people slamming the door, and some people sobbing and crying. One of the little ladies came into the living room to clean up the teacups that had been crippled, and the other maid followed in a panic, pulled her sleeve, and asked, "Who is the young lady and who is losing her temper?" This one laughed and said, "The scolding is blind, what do you want to scare you into doing?" The one said, "How did it get through?" This one said, "Not carefully." Please Sir Qiao Cheng can't be invited, find out that it is Blind Eye who has accompanied him out several times, people are happy to ask her to go out, naturally there is no need for Baba to come to the door to be lighted. They grunted, and Veron heard one of the two or three sentences. Only to see the two men take the tea bowl and go out.

As soon as Wei Long looked up at the piano, a cactus in the royal blue porcelain plate was exactly what the buds wanted to put, the thick green leaves, probing their heads in all directions, like a green snake, the twisted red of the branches, it was like a snake letter that spit out, the curtain behind the flower moved, and The smile and giggle came out. Wei Long shivered unconsciously. She beckoned to her, and she followed her into the hall. Xiao Er whispered with a smile, "You came by accident, hurry up and lose your temper with the little milk." When she came back, her heart was useless, and at this time, the family was restless, violating her taboo, attacking on both sides, and harming the girl. Wei Long smiled, "Sister, this is a serious remark!" Where have I been wronged? The elders taunted the children a few words, but there are also some, let alone their own aunts, flesh and blood relatives? Just hitting twice won't get in the way. "The girl really understands people." "A lead led her into a small study, but it was an old Chinese arrangement, white powder walls, the ground was paved with stone green lacquer cloth, gold paint a few cases, big red Ayako chair cushions, a color of big red Ayako curtains, that kind of antique Ayako, Wei Long's generation, in addition to making quilts, is rare. There is a two-foot-high cloisonné square bottle on the ground, and the flowers are all small white bones, which seem to be tuberose at a glance, and only people who have lived in South China for a long time know that it is Tamba.

Because Wei Long had that doubt, he planned in his heart that since he had come, he would not make a trip in vain, so naturally he would make a request to his aunt according to the original plan, and he would not rely on her. She didn't cling to it, maybe it was my luck. When I think about it, I am calm. Looking around, I think this room is very customary. Mrs. Liang was sitting on a gold-lacquered chair with one leg hooked to the armrest of the chair, and the high-heeled woven gold slippers hung leisurely on the tip of her toes, ready to snap and fall to the ground. The hat on her head had been taken off, and she often wore a parrot green bun head, and Wei Long couldn't help but guess what color the hair under the bun head should be, I don't know if it has been dyed? Veron stood in front of her, she didn't seem to know, just put a banana fan on her face, as if she were asleep.

Wei Long was on her toes and was about to walk away, but Mrs. Liang burst out two words from between her teeth and said, "You sit!" After that, she stopped speaking, as if waiting for the other party to speak. Wei Long could only whisper, "My aunt is a crystal heart liver glass person, and I lied in front of you." I'm telling the truth: two years ago, because of the legend in Shanghai that there was going to be a war, our family avoided coming to Hong Kong, and I entered the Nanying Middle School here. Now that the level of living in Hong Kong is rising day by day, my father's little savings really can't be maintained. At the same time, the situation in Shanghai has also eased up, and I think about returning to Shanghai. However, I calculated that if I studied well here, I would be able to graduate next summer, return to Shanghai, change schools, and suffer another year of losses. However, if I stay in Hong Kong alone, not only will my living expenses be a problem, but I am afraid that the tuition fees will not be able to afford. I didn't even say these words in front of my parents; they were also in vain, and they made them worried in vain. I wanted to come and go, or I came to my aunt to try. ”

Mrs. Liang's hands rubbed the handle of the banana fan and spun around, and some of the sunlight leaked in from the banana tendons and followed her face. She said, "Miss, you think of it everywhere, but you didn't put yourself in my shoes." I'm just willing to help, and I can't do you a favor; let your father know, and he will bite me to abduct a good family woman. Who am I in your family? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- scare! The more broken the settlement, the more bricks in the latrine, smelly and hard. You were born late, didn't catch up with the hilarity, didn't hear your father's words when he scolded me! Wei Long said, "Dad is this nerdy temper, and no matter how much he persuades him, he can't change it." Speaking without knowing the weight, no wonder the aunt was angry. But after many years, the aunt is magnanimous, is it still impossible to calculate in our children? Mrs. Liang said, "I am a little sex!" I just love to chew this rotten sesame seeds! I just can't forget what he said! Her fan was deflected, and a few traces of golden sunlight were sifted into the fan, brushing across her mouth, just like the whiskers of a tiger cat, vibrating and flying.

Wei Long smiled and said, "My aunt can't forget, and I can't forget either." When Dad had made a sin on his tongue, my aunt had to give me a chance to atone for my sins. My aunt educated me as an adult, I am your child, and I will repay you slowly in the future! "Mrs. Liang just took her hand to tear the tendons on the banana fan, tearing and tearing. Wei Long suddenly realized that she had blocked the fan from her face, and it turned out that she was staring at herself through the leak in the fan! I couldn't help but blush. Mrs. Liang lowered her hand, tapped the fan slowly on her chin, and asked, "Are you going to live and read?" Wei Long said, "My family moved away, and I think I have to live in the school." I have inquired, and living is not much more expensive than day reading. Mrs. Liang said, "It's not expensive." You live with me, I have many people around me, and it is better to talk with me. There is a car at home and it takes you to school every day, and there is no inconvenience. Wei Long paused and said, "That's no better!" Mrs. Liang said, "Just one thing, can you keep your father from speaking?" I can't afford this flesh-and-blood crime. Wei Long said, "If my father doesn't say half a word, I won't come back to see my aunt when I go." Mrs. Liang smiled and said, "Okay! I'll go with you and make up a lie to fool him. Don't lie! Wei Long was waiting to argue that she was not going to lie, but Mrs. Liang asked, "Can you play the piano?" Wei Long said, "I've been studying for two or three years; but my hands are stupid and I can't play well." Mrs. Liang said: "It is not necessary to be so clever, pick a few popular songs to practice, everyone loves to sing, can accompany it." The big families in the UK will do this, and we in Hong Kong follow the British rules. I look at your father's antique tutor, who must never let you come out to socialize. He doesn't know that even if you go out of the cabinet in the future, these children will be indispensable to socialize, and you can't not see anyone for a lifetime. You follow me, you have the opportunity to learn a little, but it is your luck. She said a word, and Veron agreed. Mrs. Liang added, "If you can play tennis, I will have a companion when I practice." Wei Long said, "Will fight." Mrs. Liang said, "Do you have any clothes to play tennis?" Wei Long said, "It's the sweatshirt in the school." Mrs. Liang said, "Evil! I know, the old lantern pants, weird looking, you take my sweatshirt to try the size, tomorrow the tailor is coming, I ask him to make it for you. He told Wei'er to find a goose-yellow silk shirt and pigeon gray shorts; Wei Long felt that it was too big to wear, and Wei'er folded up her waist with a pin for her. Mrs. Liang said, "Your legs are a little too thin, but young girls are always much thinner." Wei Long secretly worried about his heart, eager to go home to tell his parents to see how they reacted, so he hurriedly resigned, changed his clothes, took the parasol, and walked out, and there was a little girl who opened the door for her. Xiao Er came to the scene and waved his hand with a smile: "The girl is good to go!" "That part is attentive, and it is different from before.

Wei Long walked down the road to the bottom of the mountain, the sun had turned to the west, the mountain behind the big red and purple, golden and green interlaced, lively, like the trademark painting on the lid of the cigar cigarette box, full of palms, plantains, are all baked by the poisonous sun, dry yellow pine mane, like cigar tobacco. The sunset in the south is fast, and the dusk is only a moment. The sun has not yet gone down here, and over there, at the end of the mountain road, the smoke trees are confused, green and dissolved, and there is already a moon shadow. Wei Long walked eastward, and the more he walked, the whiter and brighter the moon became, as if it were a white phoenix with a fat chest, perched on the bend of the road, and made a poop in the fork of the tree. The more I walked, the more I felt that the moon was in the depths of the tree in front of me, and when I came, the moon was gone. Wei Long stood on his feet for a while, but he was a little confused. Looking back at my aunt's house, I still faintly saw the yellow and red edge of the window ledge, and the green glass window reflected the sea color. The majestic white house, covered with green glazed tiles, is a bit like an ancient imperial tomb.

Wei Long herself felt that she was a scholar in "Liaozhai Zhiyi", and after going up the mountain to visit her relatives, in the blink of an eye, the noble family mansion had turned into a large tomb mountain; if the white house of the Liang family had changed into a grave, she might not be surprised. She saw that her aunt was a skilled woman, holding the giant wheel of the times with one hand, retaining the lascivious air of the late Manchu Qing Dynasty in her own small world, and closing the door to be a small Empress Dowager Cixi. Wei Long thought like this, "As for me, since I have walked into this ghostly world with my eyes open, if I am caught in the evil, who do I blame?" But in the end we are aunts and nephews, she is bound by face, as long as I do the right thing, stand upright, not afraid that she will not treat her with courtesy. Outsiders gossip, do what they say, and I read my books. In the future, when I meet someone who really likes me, I will naturally understand and will never believe those boring rumors. She went back that day to carefully calculate, in front of her father, the lie is to be ripped off, can not but contact the mother well, the Shanghai side buried a volt line, the voice and atmosphere are connected, and the chance of the lie being pierced is less. When the idea was decided, she told her mother how she had gone to see her aunt, how her aunt had promised to pay tuition and stay at home, but she had skipped what she had seen and heard about Mrs. Liang's family situation.

Although her mother was not at ease to let her stay alone in Hong Kong, she also did not want her to delay her studies. The words that the aunt used to make trouble with have long since passed, and have become a relic of history, and they have been forgotten for a long time. Now that the aunt is old, she is naturally different from before, and this time she actually felt that she was ice-free, generously donated money, and funded her niece's study, which was no better thing. Wei Long's mother originally said that she would personally go to the door to thank her, Wei Long tried her best to stop it, pushing that Mrs. Liang was going to go to the hospital to cut the cecum these two days, the doctor ordered to rest, the sister-in-law had not met for many years, once they met, there was little to cry and weep, excited emotions, I am afraid that it is not suitable for the sick body. Mrs. Ge had no choice but to stop, and in front of Ge Yukun, she only said that Because of Her excellent grades, the principal looked at her differently and donated a scholarship for her to live in for free. Ge Yukun was originally a gentleman with a temper that was not trim, and he was slightly accustomed to it, unlike his wife's general attention to etiquette, and when he heard this, he only praised his daughter twice, and did not plan to meet the principal, personally thanking him for the painstaking heart of creating talents.

The old couple of the Ge family returned to their hearts like arrows, hurriedly straightened out their bags, and returned to the house. There is only one old mother who cooks in the family, who has been used in Shanghai for many years, and still follows her back to Shanghai. Another rough mama, Chen, was hired in Hong Kong and spent her money to send her to walk. Wei Long sent her parents to the boat, it was already dark, and Mama Chen accompanied her to carry a suitcase and walked to Mrs. Liang's house.

It was a wet spring night, and the fog on the hills of Hong Kong was the most famous. The white house of the Liang family was sticky and dissolved in the white mist, only to see the lights in the green glass window, green and quiet, one side and one side, like ice cubes in mint wine. Gradually, the ice cubes melted into water—the fog thickened, and the lights in the panes disappeared. The Liang family is a single family on this street, and the asphalt mountain road is empty, quietly, but lined with a line of cars. Wei Long secretly said, "It's not a coincidence that today, my aunt is a guest, where is the time to greet me?" "All the way up the street, only a small iron gate is lit with a red copper antique palace lamp. When people arrived at the door, they still felt that there was no sound in the door, it was not like there were guests, listening carefully in the side of the ear, only to faintly hear the crisp shuffling sound, presumably there were four or five tables of mahjong.

Hong Kong's deep mansion compound is another day compared to Shanghai's compact, modern, economically spaced houses. Wei Long was waiting for the bell, and Mama Chen said behind her back: "The girl has a dog carefully!" Before he could finish his words, there was really a group of dogs who beat up and barked one by one. Mama Chen panicked, she was wearing a tuft of new blue bamboo cloth gown, the pulp was quite hard. When the man was embarrassed, he swirled and rubbed in the blue cloth coat, and rubbed the bamboo cloth with a sound of sand. She and Mrs. Liang's family's eyes and eyes are braided like braids, but her braids are fiercely tied, like the nine steel whips in martial arts novels. Wei Long suddenly felt that he didn't know her, and he had never looked at her with an objective eye--it turned out that the servants he had cooked in his own house were such a bad table! Inuyasha said, "Mother Chen, you go!" After a little delay, the mountain walk is strangely frightening. Here's two dollars for your ride. The box is here, and someone else will take it. "Send Mama Chen away, and then ring the bell."

The little girl informed him that the eight circles of cards had just been played and was about to enter the table. When Mrs. Liang heard that Miss Niece was coming, she hesitated. She has always been careful about the silver money transaction, this time she plans to break the big bag on her niece, she still can't make up her mind, I don't know if this little girl has a chance, is it worth investing? This tuition fee, said big is not big, said small is not small, fortunately, the money has not yet passed, may wish to take the opportunity to entertain tonight, ask this child to change clothes and come out to meet the guests. As the saying goes, "Real gold is not afraid of fire." "Nature knows perfectly. Just one piece, the men and women here today are all equipped with a pair, which is arranged with painstaking care. If this nunzi really made a splash, the young phoenix was clear in the old phoenix' voice, which was bound to cause a commotion and destroy the balance. If Wei Long is not good, but it is not good, the grand meeting is sandwiched between a wooden child, even more disappointed; there is another layer, there are too many people with hungry eyes. Mrs. Liang glanced at the skinny little old man she was sitting facing, the only one of the countless lovers in her heyday, named Situ Xie, a small rich man in Shantou who owned an enamel toilet factory. Although Mrs. Leung has a wide range of friends, she has always been partial to the land snake in Hong Kong, and the gentleman class with a bit of officialdom is that the reason why she is in love with this businessman is because he is knowledgeable and interesting, and he works inwardly. The two had been friends for a long time, and Mrs. Liang was actually afraid of him, and everything that hindered him was also slightly scrupulous. Situ Xie and Mrs. Liang, twenty years as a day, but also because she has touched her own temper, considerate, and Mrs. Liang for him although not upside down, but also do not need him to break the fee, borrow her place to invite guests, the scene is beautiful, social and thoughtful, why not enjoy it. Today's poker game is because Situ Xie wants to go back to Shantou to marry his daughter, and Mrs. Liang is for him. If he had taken a fancy to Wei Long, he would not be able to return to Shantou, causing all kinds of branches. Mrs. Liang summoned Xiao'er in a low voice and ordered, "If you go to perfunctory Ge family's child, just say that I can't separate myself from here, and see her again tomorrow morning." Ask her if she's had dinner? The blue room was allocated to her, and you led her up. He agreed and walked out. She wears a snow green tight jacket, emerald blue narrow pants, and her hands are copied inside the white flat gold vest, or the dress of the "Dream of the Red Chamber" era. Only that flat face, but it is powdery, smeared with a layer of clear oil, copper skin color, its own feminine. As soon as he saw Wei Long, he rushed forward, took the suitcase, and said, "Young Milk is worried about it for days, saying why haven't you come yet." It happens that there is a large group of guests today," and whispered, "These are all elderly old ladies, and the young grandmother is afraid that you will not be able to talk to them, and she is frozen, so she asks the girl to open another table and eat upstairs." Wei Long said, "Thank you, I came after eating." "Then I'll send you to your room." Hungry at night, you can bring sandwich bread by the bell, and the kitchen is full of people until dawn. ”

When Wei Long went upstairs, he was eating at the bottom, the music in the radio was melodious, Wei Long's room, the house was as small as a boat, pushed by the sound wave, the half-old red gauze wall lamp seemed to be shaking, and the people in the house were also fluttering and happy. Wei Long pulled open the pearl curtain, leaning on the window sill to look out, outside was a narrow balcony, the iron railing was vast and foggy, a bright milky white, very from the deck to the sea. Wei Long opened the suitcase, ready to put the clothes into the drawer, opened the closet to see, but it was full of clothes, golden and brilliant; unconsciously, he said, "Whose is this?" Presumably my aunt forgot to vacate the cupboard. She couldn't help but lock the door, secretly trying to wear one by one, but they all fit, and she suddenly realized that this was specially prepared for her by her aunt. Home-made brocade robes, yarn, silk, soft satin, short coats, long coats, capes for the beach, pajamas, bathrobes, night dresses, afternoon dresses for cocktails, semi-formal dinner clothes worn by guests at home, all in color. Where does a female student use so much? Wei Long hurriedly peeled off one of the dinner clothes on his body, threw it at the waiter, and the person also had a soft knee, sat down on the bed, his face was hot with a burst of heat, and whispered: "What is the difference between this and buying a pleasing person in the Changsan Hall?" After sitting for a while, he stood up and hung the clothes back on the hanger one by one, and under the flank of the clothes was originally a small white satin purse, filled with lilacs, and smoked all over the cabinet.

Wei Long leaned in to sort out those purses, and suddenly heard the laughter of a woman downstairs, slippery and sweet, and he couldn't help but laugh: "Listen to that blind man, today's guests are elderly old wives." Whether the masters are old or not, I don't know, the wives, not only do not bring too much anger, but even the young grandmother is not angry! "Downstairs, after eating, reshuffled the cards and entered the game, but half of the people danced on the phonograph. Veron did not close his eyes all night, and only then did he try on clothes there in a trance, trying on one piece after another, woolen fabrics, furry like provocative jazz; thick and heavy velvet, like a melancholy classical opera theme song; silky soft satin, like "The Blue Danube", shady and shady, flowing all over the body. Only after a moment of confusion, the tune of the music changed, and I woke up again. Downstairs, the rumba was playing in a hurry, and Wei Long couldn't help but think of the long purple electric silk dress in the closet, and danced the rumba, kicking and kicking, and the rustling sounded. Thinking of this, he whispered to everything downstairs: "Look at it!" She said this, only her lips moved, and she did not make a sound. Yet she reached out and pulled the blanket up and covered her head, which no one could hear. She whispered again, "Look at it!" He smiled and fell asleep.

The next day, she got up early and came downstairs at eight o'clock after freshening up. At that time, the cards were scattered, the smoke in the guest room was popular, chaotic, and Wei'er supervised the little girls to clean up the candy pots. Mrs. Liang took off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the couch smoking a cigarette, cursing her eyes. Leaning against the edge of the card table, he slowly grabbed the mahjong cards, and threw them in the rosewood box one by one, and there was a loud bang. Mrs. Liang wore a night blue crepe bun; two diamond pendants appeared in her ears, flashing one after another, as if she was squeezing her eyes and laughing; her face was iron. Seeing Wei Long come in, he nodded his head and asked, "What time do you go to school?" Ask the driver to drive you there. Fortunately, he had just returned from his delivery and had not yet slept. Wei Long said, "We haven't finished our spring break yet." Mrs. Liang said, "Really?" ...... Otherwise, today we will talk well, and I will be very tired. You prepare breakfast for the girl. After saying this, he only went to smoke her cigarette when Wei Long was not there.

Seeing that Wei Long had come, she thought that Mrs. Liang had finished scolding, so she picked up the card box and left. Mrs. Liang shouted, "Stop! He stood with his back to her. Mrs. Liang said, "Once upon a time, you and Qiao Qiqiao didn't talk about it." How many times have you scolded, only when the wind blows in your ears! Now I don't allow the boy to come to the door, and you still sneak up on him. I don't know! You are so mean, so accommodating to him! Born with a billet! In front of Wei Long's face, his face couldn't get down for a moment, so he sneered, "I'm so accommodating to him, people don't want me yet!" I'm not a billet, and people still don't dare to ask for advice. I don't know why! Mrs. Liang jumped up and gave her a slap. Eyes sprinkled up. He shouted, "Who else is messing around with you?" Nothing more than Joe's driver. The Qiao family is old and small, you have taken care of it all, and the little young master newly added by his seven young grandmothers is only afraid that you have already made up your mind. Even the coachman you can't put down. You hit me! You just have to hit me! Don't tell me to say yes! Mrs. Liang sat down, smiled instead, and only said, "You say!" You said! Say it to the journalists. It doesn't cost money for publicity, and I'm happy to collapse cheaply. I have no elders, no children and grandchildren, I have money, I have friends, who am I afraid of? Stop being confused. I've been home for all these years, and I don't necessarily cross me for a person at the bottom. Can't you be short of me here? ”

He glanced back at Wei Long and said, "It won't be short of me!" The substitute came early. This time, the son can take advantage of his heart, his own bones and blood, the family is affectionate and warm to live, and the fat water does not fall into the field of outsiders. Mrs. Liang said, "What are you pulling on the others to do?" The mouth is not dry and unclean! I had planned to settle accounts with you slowly, but now I am too tired to have this spirit to tangle with you. You roll me! He said, "Roll and roll!" There is no day to be here for a lifetime! Mrs. Liang said, "You still plan to have a day to emerge!" I'm afraid there's not even a place to stand! You think you've been hanging out with me for a few years, and you know a few people with big heads, and you've got a backer. I called you dead with this heart! I have someone in front of the Governor of Hong Kong; you have gone out of me, don't try to find anything in Hong Kong. Who dares to take you in! "Is this big piece of land in Hong Kong?" Mrs. Liang said, "You can't run!" Your father and mother will send you to the countryside to marry. He snorted and said, "Can my father control me?" Mrs. Liang said, "Your mother is not stupid." She also had seven or eight daughters begging me to be promoted. She asked me to take care of your sisters, so naturally she did not dare to take you back to strict discipline without my words. Only then did he freeze, and for a moment he could not understand Mrs. Liang's meaning; he stayed for half a moment before he burst into tears. Wei Er hurriedly pushed her out of the room with half a push and half a squeeze, and said in his mouth: "It is the young milk that spoils you, and there is no up and down!" You know better; less milk is flat, less must not give you a dowry. ”

When Xiao Er and Wei Wei left the room, the little girl crept in, gave slippers to Mrs. Liang, and whispered back: "The bath water for the little milk is ready." It's not too early, but do you want to take a shower and go to bed? Mrs. Liang put on her shoes, threw the cigarette into a pot of azaleas, stood up and left. The rhododendron bloomed in dense layers, and the cigarette rolls nestled in the petals, and in a flash they burned yellow.

Wei Long stood alone in the guest room for a while, and the little girl came to invite her to come over to breakfast; after the meal she went upstairs to her bedroom and stood in front of the window in a daze. Outside the window was the rectangular lawn, neatly manicured, sprinkled with dew, turquoise, green and a little bullish. There was a sparrow, step by step tentatively walking forward with its figure-eight feet, walking a section, as if confused by this stupid green continent, and walking back step by step. Wei Long thought that the sparrow was always jumping, and he didn't think that it would still pace in all directions, but he looked at it for half a moment, maybe it wasn't a sparrow? Just thinking, two porters came out of the veranda of the garden, took on a vermilion lacquer cage, hummed and went out, followed by a middle-aged woman wearing a black silk shirt and pants, thinking that it was a blind woman. She also came out, standing on the ground, as if waiting for the other porters in the house; her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her face was thinly smeared with a layer of powder and turned pale ochre. Wei Long only saw her silhouette, his eyes were staring straight, and some facial expressions were not, like a clay mask. After looking at it for a long time, I saw that there was a tendon on the silent face that slowly fluctuated there, from the cheek to the heart of the sun—it turned out that she was eating peanut rice there, and the red and crisp peanut rice coat was always lifting at the corner of her mouth.

Wei Long suddenly did not want to look down, turned around, opened the closet, and leaned against the cupboard door. In the closet, it is black (black) (black), and the incense of the lilac is dizzying. There is still the air of the long past, gentle, leisurely, and timeless. There is no crisp morning outside the window in the closet, the green grass on the board, the silent face that is afraid of people, the peanut coat at the corner of the mouth... That dirty, complex, incomprehensible reality.

Veron had been in the closet for two or three months, and she had many opportunities to dress: dinner parties, tea parties, concerts, card games, and for her, it was just an opportunity to show off her clothes. She was secretly glad that Mrs. Liang only used her as a cover to attract ordinary young people, and it was rare to take her to the high-class dance hall to show her face a few times, and always the number of times the family invited guests. The ladies of the big families in Hong Kong are tainted with the conservative habits of the British upper class tradition, and they also have an arrogant and reserved style, which is different from the social flowers in Shanghai. For the people who pursue Wei Long, Mrs. Liang is very picky, even more demanding than the royal family recruiting horses. It was the seven or eight people who were lucky enough to be selected, if the pursuit was too enthusiastic, Mrs. Liang was strange and easy not to allow them to approach Wei Long. As soon as he was allowed to approach, Mrs. Liang slaughtered the general in a cross-section, made a big deal of it, and took the man in. The man and Mrs. Liang had a friendship, originally the drunkard's intention was not to drink, and at the end of the day, he always faked it and fell in love. Such a trick, Wei Long is also used to seeing, but he does not mind at all.

On this day, she urged Her to brush her hair quickly, and she wanted to go out. Mrs. Liang specially sent the proud people around her to serve Wei Long; and it did not take long for Wei Er to feel Wei Long's temper. Wei Long had no relatives in Hong Kong, and gradually felt that although He Er was mean, he was enthusiastic about himself, so he regarded Wei Er as a confidant. At this time, She said, "Just change your clothes and comb your hair, put your robe up from your head, and mess up your hair again." Wei Long said, "Pick something pure." Our choir practiced in the church today, and the people in their church were afraid of not liking the clothes that were too bright. Wu Er found a ginger yellow cloud crepe cheongsam and said, "I don't understand it anymore." You are not religious, what do you do when you go to that choir? I can't get busy with socializing all day long, and I make up time to read until dawn at night. You see you've been busy preparing for the big exam for the past two weeks, and your face has already lost a circle! What a shame to do with your body! Wei Long sighed, lowered his head, let Wei Er divide her head, and replied, "You said that I studied too hard." You don't know, I'm out socializing, nothing more than getting in the way of my aunt's face, and I have to be easy-going. When I went to school, it took a lot of effort to get such an opportunity, and I couldn't help but read out some results. He said, "If I didn't say anything that I was disappointed, what if I finished my studies?" Girl, you are still in middle school, there is only one university in Hong Kong, and college graduates can't find anything yet! There are also things, fifty or sixty yuan a month, teaching in the small school run by the monastery, and being angry with foreign nuns. That's a shame! Wei Long said, "Why didn't I think of this layer?" Live where you go. "Let me say a word, don't be angry." I plan for you, or take advantage of this opportunity of communication to put out your eyes to pick a suitable person. Wei Long sneered, "Who is in my aunt's gang of friends?" It is not a young man who is like a slippery dancer, or a master of the three palaces and six concubines. Otherwise, it was the British soldiers. Officers above the rank of lieutenant are not willing to deal with the yellow race! This is Hong Kong! "I see, no wonder you can't wait for time to attend the choir; I heard that there are a lot of college students in there." Wei Long smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you tell me to play, don't seriously tell your aunt to go!" "Oh don't answer. Wei Long hurriedly pushed her, "Did you hear me?" Don't mess with right and wrong! She was awakened by her and smiled, "What do you think of me?" Can't put this point aside? The eyeballs rolled, and then quietly smiled: "Girl, you have to pay attention, you pick people here, we are less milky eyes and fast hands, we have already picked one for ourselves." Wei Long suddenly raised his head, slammed his hand into the air, and asked, "Who is she looking at again?" "It's the one in your choir with the surname Lu, who plays tennis very well; is a college student?" By the way, his name is Lu Zhaolin. Wei Long turned his face red, bit his lip without saying a word, and then said, "How do you know her..." How did I not know? Otherwise, if you join the choir, she would have spoken long ago. She can't let you make friends outside alone; not even in church where everyone sings in unison. That's the rule here. Whoever wants to see you will have to come to visit, and when he enters the door, it will be easy to do. This time she didn't object, and I was surprised. Two weeks ago, she shouted that she was going to have a garden party, and asked the children in your choir to contact and connect. Later, the man surnamed Lu went to Manila to play the ball, and the garden meeting was shelved. The surname Lu returned, and she brought it up again. Tomorrow please, the bottom of the bottom, you dare to be in the dark! Wei Long gritted his teeth and said, "This person, if he can't help her from being coaxed into her trap, he is not a reliable person." I saw him early, but it was good. "The girl is stupid." The world is as black as a crow, and men fall in love with this kind of dang. Moreover, your Mr. Lu is young and still studying, where have you seen a big battle? He was fooled, and you can't blame him. If you have some friendship with him, give him a letter as soon as possible and ask him not to come tomorrow. Wei Long smiled faintly, "Friendship! The eight characters have not been skimmed yet! "That's it for now.

The next day was the day of the garden meeting. The act of the garden meeting is still a legacy of the Nineteenth Century in Britain. It was rare for England to get sunny, and when the summer winds and warmer days, the lords and ladies often liked to hold such semi-formal gatherings on their own farms, and the women wore straw hats with trembling wide brims, wore outdated silk flowers, and silk gloves were longer than the elbows. The slightly identified people in the eighty-mile circle of the country have arrived, and the pastor and the pastor's wife have also accompanied the last seat. Dressed in good clothes, everyone paced around in the ruins of the fortress and the rubble field, stiffly exchanging conversations. After using refreshments, it is inevitable that several ladies with emotional intelligence will play and sing a song "The Last Rose of Summer". The Garden Fair of Hong Kong people is blue out of blue. Hong Kong society imitates British habits everywhere, but it always likes to draw snakes and add to it, making it completely lose its original appearance. Mrs. Liang's garden meeting is rendered with a strong local color. The grass is planted with five-foot Lanterns of High Fu characters, lit at dusk, and the shadows are enough, just like the indispensable props in Hollywood when filming "The Secret History of the Qing Palace". In the lantern bushes, a few umbrellas used on the beach were crooked and oblique, and they were full of foreign atmosphere, which was inevitably a bit unusual. The old ladies and ladies all dragged their oily pine braids, and used silver plates to tremble with cocktails, juices, and refreshments, bending down to wear through the umbrella handle forest.

Mrs. Liang invited this time, specially entertaining the young handsome young man in the choir, and the accompanying guests were also carefully selected, and the drunken British junior officers did not have a single one, and the weather was actually cleaned. Because the choir was of a slightly religious nature, she invited five or six Catholic nuns. The monks and nuns in Hong Kong have always been accustomed to acting in the social field, handing over the rich room, and the means are extremely skillful. It's just that these teachers are not the best of them, only French and Latin; Mrs. Liang, because Wei Long has a lesson in French in school, has learned a few new sentences of French, so she sends Wei Long to socialize with them.

Wei Long watched As Lu Zhaolin came, Mrs. Liang greeted him with a show of flowers, took his hand, and squinted in the sun, not knowing what to say. Lu Zhaolin held hands with her, but his eyes shot over her head, looking around for Wei Long. Mrs. Liang's eyes were fast, but she saw Wei Long before him; a pair of eyes slid from Lu Zhaolin's face to Wei Long's face, and from Wei Long's face to Lu Zhaolin's face. Wei Long reluctantly smiled at Lu Zhaolin. That Lu Zhaolin was a tall, broad-shouldered, yellow-and-black-skinned young man; he smiled at Wei Long, his white teeth shining in the sun. At that time, the wind happened to be blowing on this side, and Wei Long vaguely heard Mrs. Liang say this: "Poor child, she has a rare opportunity to show her French; let's not disturb her, let her out of the limelight for a while." As soon as he said that, he was led into the crowd and disappeared.

When Wei Long saw the two of them for the second time, the two of them sat under a blue silk striped ocean umbrella, Mrs. Liang's elbows were propped on the rattan table, her mouth was clutching the wheat pipe in the cup, and her eyes were on Lu Zhaolin on the other side, but Lu Zhaolin calmly looked around. Who he looked at, Veron followed suit. There was only one of them, and he looked at it with a burning gaze, and Wei Long's heart was like soda with lemon juice, grunting and sour bubbles. He was looking at a mixed-race girl, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old; the whiteness of her skin, unlike the whiteness of her Chinese, was a heavy, opaque white. The snow-white face, the pale green ghostly eyes, the thin dark eyelashes, the inky black eyebrows, the oily scarlet thick lips, the beauty is a little solemn; it is zhou Jijie, one of the social flowers of the younger generation in Hong Kong. It is said that her genealogy is extremely complex, at least seven or eight kinds of blood can be found in Arabia, Nigro, India, English, Portugal and so on, but the composition of China is minimal. Although Zhou Jijie is young, she came out of the mountains early and has a stable position; Wei Long is a rising star in Hong Kong's social circle, and although the two are slightly hostile, they can still talk.

This time Wei Long just looked at her sheepishly, she already felt it, greeted her with a smile, and made a gesture to tell Wei Long to come over. Veron lost his eyes and turned to the nuns. The nuns were nagging veron how they were preparing to celebrate the abbot's eightieth anniversary, when suddenly an Annan teenager, fluent in French, asked about the recent charity bazaar that had donated money to the orphanage. As soon as the nuns were happy, Yuanyuan Ben had described to him the grand ceremony of the Hong Kong Governor's wife, and Wei Longfang had to get out and come all the way to Zhou Jijie.

Zhou Jijie pointed her finger at her nose and smiled, "Thank you!" Wei Long smiled, "Did you send the Lifesaver King Bodhisattva?" What a shame! As he was speaking, there was a small commotion outside the iron gate. Only to see Wei'er smiling and stopping a person, not asking him to come in, he couldn't help the man's three words, in the end it was to make him stride in. Wei Long was busy pushing Zhou Jijie: "You see, you see, is that your brother Ling?" I didn't know that you still have an older brother. Ji Jie glanced at her fiercely, then shrugged her eyebrows and said with a smirk, "I don't like to hear people say that I look like Georgie Joe." If I had his grimace, I wouldn't have been able to stand it!" Marry a Muslim as soon as possible, so that you can wear a veil all year round! Wei Long suddenly remembered that he had heard people say that Zhou Jijie and Qiao Qiqiao were half-siblings, and the details of this were "unspeakable, unspeakable". No wonder Ji Jie was so secretive. So he regretted his words, and quickly made a fork and mixed up.

Who knew that although Ji Jie was full of contempt for Georgie Joe, she was still quite attentive to his actions. After five minutes, she shook her mouth and smiled, and quietly said to Wei Long, "You pay attention, Georgie is always turning around in front of your aunt, and the more your aunt ignores him, the more he deliberately sells off in front of her, and the old lady is really annoyed!" Wei Long looked at this, and the others had not yet seen it, and the first thing he noticed was that Lu Zhaolin's attitude had changed drastically, and it was obvious that he and Mrs. Liang had gradually entered the harbor. Two people with four eyeballs, as if they were threaded in a string, are inextricably linked. Lu Zhaolin and Wei Long have known each other for many days, and it seems that they have not yet reached this level. Wei Long couldn't help but block his throat with a breath, choking his eyes to red, and secretly scolded, "This stupid worm! This stupid worm! Are men so confused? Looking at that Qiao Qiqiao really put a pair of hands in his pants pocket, just pacing back and forth in front of Mrs. Liang, talking to people in his mouth, but he concentrated on Mrs. Liang and sent the eye wind over one by one. It attracted the attention of all the guests to Mrs. Leung and Lu Zhaolin. The three of them, the eyebrow lawsuit was lively, the onlookers looked amused, and they couldn't help but laugh. Although Mrs. Liang was rich and cultured, she was also a little uneasy. She pushed the cup of fruit juice, put her hand on the back of the chair, and gave Wei Long a distant look. Wei Long looked at Qiao Qiqiao, and Mrs. Liang nodded slightly. Wei Long had to abandon Zhou Jijie to perfunctory Qiao Qiao.

She walked toward him, and the old man held out his hand with a smile and said, "Are you Georgie?" No one introduced us either. After Georgie Jo shook hands with her, he still put his hand in his pants pocket and stood there smiling, looking her up and down. Wei Long was wearing a magnetic blue thin silk cheongsam that day, and gave him a look at his green eyes, she felt that her arm was like hot milk, poured out of the blue pot, the tube could not be controlled, the whole of herself spilled out; she quickly fixed a certain god, and smiled, "Do you look at me unpleasantly?" How to treat me like a nail in the eye, just stare at me! Georgie Qiao said, "It's not a thorn in the eye!" I'm afraid there's no hope of pulling out this nail. Keep it as a permanent memorial. Wei Long smiled, "You really tell jokes." The sun is shining strangely hot here, so let's go for a walk in the shade over there. ”

The two walked together, and Georgie sighed softly, "I really should fight!" Why didn't I know that there was such a person as you in Hong Kong? Wei Long said, "After I came to my aunt's place, you didn't come before." I don't hang out very often. Otherwise, there must be no reason not to know you. You're very active outside, I know. Georgie Joe said, "I almost missed this opportunity." Really, you can't imagine how coincidental this is! Maybe we were born in two centuries, maybe we were born in the same century, but you were born twenty years before me. Ten years is bad enough. If I had been born twenty years before you, it wouldn't matter. I guess I'm not too annoying when I'm old, what do you think? Wei Long smiled, "Talking about it is not a word." ”

She glanced at him again, trying to imagine what he would look like when he was old. He was even bloodless than Zhou Jijie, and even his lips were pale, like plaster casts. Under the black pressed eyebrows and eyelashes, the eyes were like the wind blowing through the waseda field, sometimes revealing the blue light of the water under the rice, flashing and darkening again. Man is tall and well born, but his clothes are so obedient and casual that people forget the existence of his body. Compared with him, Lu Zhaolin looked much more stupid. Wei Long hated Mrs. Liang because of Lu Zhaolin. Georgie Joe was the only person she knew who could resist Mrs. Liang's magic, and she couldn't help but add a little favor to Georgie Joe when she thought about it.

Georgie asked if she was from Shanghai and said, "Do you like Shanghai or Hong Kong?" Wei Long said: "The scenery is natural and Hong Kong is good." Hong Kong is famous for its coast, and if I could swim, I would probably prefer Hong Kong. Georgie said, "Slowly I'll teach you—if you will." He added, "You speak English so well." Wei Long said, "Where?" A year ago, I never spoke English outside of the school classroom, and recently I was casually speaking with my aunt's friends; the grammar was not correct at all. Georgie said, "You're not used to it, you're a little tired, aren't you?" We don't speak English anymore. Wei Long said, "So what do you mean?" You don't know Shanghainese, and neither can I speak Cantonese. Georgie said, "Don't say anything." You've been socializing with that boring class of people for half a day, and it's time to take a break. Wei Long smiled, "By your words, I really feel a little difficult." So he picked up a bench and sat down, and Georgie followed suit. After a while, Wei Long smirked and said, "Three minutes of silence, it's like mourning." Georgie said, "Two people sitting together, do you have to talk?" As he spoke, he stretched out his arms and rested on the chair behind Veron. Wei Long said busily, "Let's talk about it." Georgie said, "You must speak, I speak Portuguese for you." At the moment, Wei Long turned his head sideways, hugged his knees, listened for half a moment, and smiled: "I don't understand what you are talking about." Most likely you're cursing me!" Georgie said softly, "Are you scolding you when you hear my tone?" Wei Long suddenly blushed and lowered his head. Georgie said, "I'm going to translate it into English and tell it to you, but I'm afraid I don't have the guts." Wei Long covered his ears and said, "Who wants to listen?" Then he stood up and walked toward the crowd.

By then it was already dark, and the moon had just come up. Yellow, like a jade satin, a little incense ash bounced off during embroidery, and a small piece of paste was burned. Wei Long looked back and saw That Qiao Qi was following behind, and said, "I don't have time to bother with you anymore, so don't bother my aunt anymore." Thank you! Georgie said, "You don't know, I love to see your aunt panic." She was rarely panicked. A woman, too calm and excessive, flat and stable, that is not cute. Wei Long snorted and repeatedly told him not to attract his aunt's dislike. Georgie smiled softly, "Your aunt is a rare failure, but for me, she failed." Today, when she was full of pride, she saw me and reminded her of her failure last time, and it was no wonder that she was angry. Wei Long said, "If you talk nonsense again, I will be angry too." Georgie said, "If you want me to go away, I'll go." You have to promise me that tomorrow we'll go to dinner together. Wei Long said, "I can't." You know I can't! Georgie said, "If I want to see you, will I get here?" Your aunt won't let me come to the door!" Today is because there are many people here, she can't face it, otherwise, I would have blown it out earlier. Wei Long bowed his head and said nothing. Just as they were talking, it happened that Mrs. Liang and Lu Zhaolin were each holding a cocktail in their hands, spilling it, and walked side by side, and both of them brought seven or eight points of wine. When Mrs. Liang saw Wei Long, she said, "You go and find Ji Jie and play the piano for us." When everyone was not dispersed, we sang a few songs, lively and lively. Wei Long agreed, and then looked at Georgie Joe, who had slipped away early and did not know where he was.

Wei Long couldn't find Zhou Jijie everywhere, asked the aunts, and said that he was washing his face upstairs. Wei Long went upstairs, only to see the lamp in her aunt's bathroom, and Zhou Jijie stood in front of the mirror and wiped the oil slick on her face with a small square of cotton paper dipped in cleansing cream. Wei Long said, "They asked you to go down and play the piano." Ji Jie said, "I don't know who wants to show a golden voice!" I didn't have that much patience to accompany the music. Wei Long smiled: "No one sings solo, everyone sings a few pop songs to join in the fun." Ji Jie twisted the cotton paper into a ball, threw it at the mirror, and said, "It's lively enough." The people in that group were all broken bamboo voices, and everyone opened their mouths like seven or eight people singing together. Wei Long smirked and leaned back on the door frame, "You're drunk!" Ji Jie said, "But isn't it?" Give them infusions. She drank a few glasses of wine, and her face was even whiter, but her eyes were a little red. Wei Long said, "You seem to know these people today." Ji Jie said: "South China University students, I originally know a lot, they hold tea dances or dinner dances, or wild banquets every season, always love to pull our sisters, last year my sister entered South China University, naturally we can't share." Wei Long said, "After graduating next year, are you planning to enter South China?" Ji Jie said, "According to my meaning, I would like to go far away and fly high, go to Australia or Honolulu to enter the university, and stay in Hong Kong to death." Wei Long said, "Then Qiao Qiqiao, is he also studying at South China University?" Ji Jie said, "He! He can be regarded as an outstanding achievement in Joe's family! Five years ago, he was admitted to the University of China, and after half a year of studying, he stopped. Last year, because of my sister Ji Miao, he entered the University of China again and made a lot of trouble. Thanks to his old man, he didn't like him among his brothers, otherwise he would have died alive and well. Wei Long, you don't know, the bastard boys, no matter how good it is, are a little gloomy and have a bit of a bitch. Wei Long swallowed a sentence verbally and smiled at Ji Jie. Ji Jie hurriedly said, "Yes! I myself am a bastard, and I suffered from this. You see, our possible objects are all bastard boys. Chinese no, because our foreign-style education cannot be mixed with pure Chinese. Foreigners can't either! Which of the Caucasians here is not very racially minded? This made him himself willing, and their society did not agree. Whoever marries an oriental, the career of this life is over. Who is such a romantic fool this year? Wei Long couldn't imagine that she had a deep conversation with herself, and nodded her head at the moment. Nibbling on his fingernails, he smiled and said, "Really! I never thought of this layer, it turns out that the range you have chosen is so narrow! Ji Jie said, "Just for this, Ji Miao is also bent on leaving Hong Kong." The colonial air here is too thick; in another place, should the boundaries of race be so strict? There is not always a place for us to live in the whole world. As he spoke, the red halo on his eyes deepened. Wei Long smiled, "You're really drunk, and your heart is broken!" After a pause, he smiled and said, "What about later?" Ji Jie did not understand and asked, "Later?" Wei Long said, "Georgie Joe and your sister." Ji Jie said, "Oh, you're talking about them." There were many ridiculous things to do! I'm so angry with my sister, you don't know how bad Georgie's mouth is, how big a rumor has been created outside..." Without finishing a word, Xiao'er knocked on the door and came in, saying that the bottom was urging. Ji Jie had to clean up hastily, and went downstairs with Wei Long, all the way, all the way to talk.

As soon as the two appeared in the living room, everyone clapped their hands and forced Wei Long to sing. Wei Long couldn't resist and sang a "Burmese Moon"; after singing, she paid attention to Mrs. Liang's look, knowing that Mrs. Liang was not very stable with Lu Zhaolin, and if she was too popular and attracted too much attention, she was afraid that she would be suspicious, so she stubbornly refused to sing again. This garden meeting was originally considered to be afternoon tea, but when it was seven or eight o'clock, it was dispersed. Mrs. Liang and Wei Long only cared for Zhang Luo's guests, but they had never eaten themselves, so they ate as usual. Because of Lu Zhaolin's affairs, Mrs. Liang was a little weak-hearted, and she was doubly close and considerate to Wei Long. The two of them couldn't think of anything to say for a while, and Mrs. Liang only said: "Today's Qiao Gree cake is not good, you remember it later, or ask the Qiao family to borrow their grand secretary to help for a day." Veron agreed. Mrs. Liang made the knife cut the cold cow's tongue in her hand, and just smiled at the cow's tongue. After a while, she picked up the glass to drink and smiled sheepishly at the glass. When he reached for the pepper bottle, it seemed to touch some kind of memory again, and the smile marks at the corners of his mouth deepened.

Wei Long sighed darkly and thought, "Women are really pitiful! The man gave her some good colors to look at, and she was happy to look like this! As soon as Mrs. Liang looked up at Wei Long, she suddenly asked with a smile, "What are you laughing at?" Wei Long froze and replied, "When will I laugh?" "On the pine cupboard behind Mrs. Leung is a large silver shield, which is the medal obtained by Mrs. Leung donating the basic gold of the Hong Kong branch of the Royal Medical Association. Mrs. Liang said, "What! In the end, the children's home, as soon as they are invited, they are happy like this! When she had finished, she laughed and groaned again and went to eat her cow's tongue. Wei Long was careless, the corners of his mouth moved upwards again, laughed, and said to himself with a frown: "What's wrong with you?" You have a reason to be angry, how can you not be angry at all? In ancient times, people 'dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak', did you not even dare to be angry? But her heart, on Mrs. Liang and Lu Zhaolin, was like a dragonfly dotting water, and she swept lightly, and she didn't know where it went. For this meal, the aunt and nephew each invisibly invited a guest, so in fact, four people at a table, eating is not lonely.

After dinner, Veron returned to the bedroom, where she was making a bed, folding a set of moon-white pajamas and spreading them on the pillow. As soon as he saw Wei Long, he smiled and said, "That Georgie Joe, I pay a lot of attention to you!" Wei Long sneered, "It's really weird, this person with the surname Qiao doesn't know what kind of person he is, no one can see that he said two more words to me!" "This person... Although it is not a remarkable person, it is not easy to mess with. Wei Long shrugged his shoulders, "Who's messing with him!" "You don't mess with him, he comes to mess with you, isn't it the same?" Wei Long walked towards the bathroom and said, "Well, well, don't need you to say, just now Zhou Jijie has already reported his bad deeds once in 1510, I think you heard it clearly outside the door." With that, he was going to close the bathroom door. He stepped in and said, "Girl, you don't know, he's out there, even though he's messing around, he's not tight, and the worst thing is that he lao tzu doesn't like him." Soon after his wife married, she fell out of favor and did not have any money on hand. He himself refused to learn well, and Sir Qiao Cheng never cared about his affairs. Now his old man is still alive, he is very poor, always fighting famine. In the future, Lao Tzu will die, leaving behind twenty aunts and wives, more than a dozen sons, and even the red people in front of him will not be able to share much furniture, and it will be his turn? He has no skills except to play, and he will have to suffer in the future! Wei Long was silent, and looked at Wei Er for half a moment, and Fang smiled: "You can rest assured." I'm stupid, and I'm not stupid enough. ”

Since she said this, she really paid attention to it later. Georgie Joe did not break into the Liang mansion again, but whenever she went out to socialize, no matter what the gathering, he was always present. Veron was much colder to him than when they first met. She had always been very busy socializing outside; Mrs. Liang was willing to let her go, but because she was a nuisance at home. Mrs. Liang was fighting with Lu Zhaolin fiercely, knowing that Wei Long and Lu Zhaolin had some special feelings, guessing that Wei Long could not help but have some mustard in her heart, so she wished that she would temporarily leave the front of her, so as not to distract Lu Zhaolin. Who knows how good things are, Mrs. Leung's old Huan Situ Association suddenly returned to Hong Kong. Although Situ Xie was not young, his temperament was even more frizzy than that of a young man, and he loved many hearts. Mrs. Liang did not want to offend her friends for many years for the sake of temporary entertainment, because she turned Lu Zhaolin aside and concentrated on perfunctory Situ Xie.

On this day, Wei Long and Mrs. Liang went to a dinner party together, and there were good guests in the audience, there was also Qiao Qiqiao, and there was also Situ Xie. After the banquet, Mrs. Liang invited Situ Xie to her house to see the newly built cherry red glass tiles on the bathroom wall, Situ Xie was originally a giant in the Shantou enamel industry, and she was willing to get criticism from the insider. At the moment, she took Wei Long and took Situ Xie's car home together, and it began to rain heavily on the way. It was early summer, the beginning of the yellow plum season. On the dark and lush hillside, the dark wind swept in the white and spicy rain, and a burst of urgency squeezed the raindrops into a wheel-sized ball, rolling like a white hydrangea in the strafing of the lights on the head of the car. The fat trees all over the mountain also bent over and shrunk into a ball, like a green hydrangea ball, rolling behind the white hydrangea ball.

The three of them sat in the car, Mrs. Liang was in the middle, and Wei Long was afraid of the heat, so he threw himself on the back of the seat in front of him, facing the wet wind, and blew wildly for a while, and the person was a little tired, so he rested his head in the crook of his arm. This posture suddenly reminded her that Georgie Joe had such a special habit, when he used his brain slightly, he always liked to bury his face in the crook of his arm, quietly for a while, and then looked up and smiled: "Yes, I remember!" The childlike aura caused Viron to react almost maternally. She wanted to kiss the short hair on the back of his head, kiss his face that was seriously thinking hard, kiss the wrinkled part of his sleeve and elbow; just now that she remembered that lovely position, there was a soft, warm feeling that flooded her heart, her heart was hot, but her hands and feet were cold, shivering. This cold and happy countercurrent, twitching all over the body, tight for a while, slow for a while; the wind and rain outside the car window are also tight for a while, and slow down for a while.

In this state, where could Wei Long hear the conversation between Mrs. Liang and Situ Xie. Mrs. Liang pushed her and smiled, "Look, you see! When he spoke, he sent a jade wrist straight to her face and gave her a diamond bracelet that was three inches wide. There was no light in the carriage, but the brilliant essence of the bracelet illuminated Mrs. Liang's red nails. Wei Long sighed. Mrs. Liang said, "He gave it to me." He turned his face to Situ Xie and smiled, "I didn't see such an anxious person, and when I couldn't get a home, I offered it like a treasure!" Wei Long held Mrs. Liang's hand, just praised, did not want to clack, said it was too late, then fast, Situ Xie had already reached over to put on the same diamond bracelet for her, the speed of the process was as fast as the detective unexpectedly handcuffed the prisoner. Wei Long was startled, unable to speak for a moment, just put his hand to untie the bracelet, but in the darkness he could not touch the mechanism of the door mortise. She was in a hurry, so she tried to wipe the bracelet, trying to remove it hard. Situ Xie quickly shook her hand and smiled, "Miss Wei Long, you can't be so unappreciative." You wait, you wait! I'll tell you the reason. There is a pair of this thing, and I can't bear to break it up; that one gave it to your aunt, and who does this one not give it to you? Sent your aunt, will be yours in the future, all the same. You don't! You don't! If you don't take it, give it to your aunt for the time being. Wei Long said, "I don't dare to accept such a valuable thing." Mrs. Liang then said, "The elders reward you with something, and it won't get in the way, and it will be over with a word of thanks!" He kicked her lightly and scolded her in the ear, "Say you haven't seen the world, and the little family is getting angry!" Wei Long held his breath and smiled at Situ Xie, "Thank you so much, but I still--" Situ Xielian said, "No thanks!" No thanks! It's all their own people. Saying that, he shook her hand a few times, then retracted his hand, and laughed with Mrs. Liang, Wei Long couldn't put it in his mouth, and he had no idea for a while.

In the blink of an eye, the car had reached the Liang Mansion, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Mrs. Liang did not bring a raincoat, so the coachman honked the horn and asked the maid to hold up an umbrella to rush down the steps, and picked them up one by one. Mrs. Liang and Wei Long's blank leather shoes, dragging mud with water, grunting and bubbling as soon as they took a step, as soon as Wei Long entered the door, she ran upstairs, and Mrs. Liang instructed: "You washed your feet, changed your shoes, and came down to drink some brandy, otherwise you would have a careful cold." Wei Long agreed, thinking in his heart, "Drink with you in the middle of the night, I didn't eat leopard bile!" "She entered the room, locked the door, put water to take a shower, and sent people down through the door, saying that she had recruited some cold and slept. Then came The Eye, knocking on the door and sending aspirin, Veron, by the sound of the water from the hot water faucet, did not listen. Her room, which can be said to be "self-contained", is connected to a single bathroom and has a small balcony. Before she went to bed, she felt that the room was too stuffy, and tried to open a glass door, fortunately instead of the wind on this side, the rain splashed not too badly. Immediately opposite her balcony was a protruding cliff, as if the mountain ridge was sticking out its tongue to lick the balcony. In the yellow plum rain, the drunken trees in the mountains emit a fluffy smell of damp green leaves; plantains, gardenias, magnolias, banana trees, camphor trees, calamus, anchovies, ivory red, palms, reeds, tambars, growing and multiplying too fast, all a little murderous, and the wind blowing in is also slightly fishy. The water in the air was too thick, and there were small droplets of water on the floor and on the wood.

Wei Long was lying on the bed, the bedding was sticky, and the pillowcase seemed to be able to produce moss at any time, and she had only just taken a bath, and now she was eager to wash another one and wash away the moisture. Rolling over on the bed, irritable and uncomfortable. She remembered situ Xie's look before, and sure enough, there was a difference; he always paid considerable attention to her, but he only hindered Mrs. Liang and did not have a clear expression. He made this move today, obviously having agreed on the terms with Mrs. Liang. Gave her such a generous gift for no reason? He's not that kind of person! Thinking of this, she caught a glimpse of the bracelet on the dresser, which she had taken off and placed there, shining under the small lamp. Wei Long sat up and thought, "Put it away!" In any case, I have to think of returning it to him, and it is not fun to lose it. She opened the closet, took out a small suitcase, and hid the bracelet preciously. The wardrobe was embedded in the wall, and there were rows of strong light bulbs in it, shining day and night in the rainy season, drying the clothes to prevent them from mold.

Wei Long opened the closet, and couldn't help but recall that this spring, the night she first came, she carried someone to try on new clothes, the nervous mood at that time, a flash is three months, wear and wear, eat and eat, play and play, in the social field, there are also a little name; ordinary girls look forward to everything, have tried. Is there such a cheap thing in the world? In this way, things like today's are inevitable. Mrs. Leung sacrificed young girls to woo Situ Xie, not necessarily for the first time. She needed Veron to make the same sacrifice, not necessarily limited to this one time. The only way to push back is to get out of here.

Wei Long leaned against the cupboard door, watching the rain on the balcony, the raindrops hit the water gate Ting floor, caught a little light, the slippery turn, the silver light poured straight to the foot, like the silver-white dance dress of the toe dancer. Wei Long sighed; after three months of work, she was already addicted to life here. She had to get out of here, only to find a broad man and marry him. A rich, at the same time agreeable husband, is almost impossible. Just find a rich one, Mrs. Liang is a role model. Mrs. Leung was a shrewd man, a thorough materialist; when she was a young lady, she was alone in the crowd, and resolutely married a rich man who was more than old and obedient, waiting for his death. He died, but unfortunately died a little later—she was old; she could never fill the famine in her heart. She needs love—the love of many—but how ridiculous her courtship method seems to young people! Wei Long did not want to become such a person one day.

At this time, she thought of Georgie again, after today's twists and turns, she felt that she and her heart of Georgie were struggling, she was exhausted, unable to extend any longer. She conceded defeat to love. Maybe Georgie's pursuit of her was nothing more than a momentary pleasure; maybe he was like this to any girl. But if he had shown her sincerity, she would have agreed to him. Indeed, in the past, Georgie refused to be a good person, he was too smart, his outlook on life was too negative, the people around him could not understand him, he lived among the people of Hong Kong, like a foreigner. Fortunately, now that he is still young, as long as his wife loves him and believes in him, what can he not do? Even if he has no money, hong Kong's three religions and nine streams of various organs have acquaintances of the Qiao family, and they are not afraid that there is no way to live.

Wei Long's opinion changed, and when she saw Georgie for the second time, the natural words came out, and Georgie immediately felt it. It was a group of young people going to the top of the hill for a picnic; Veron was tired of walking, and Georgie accompanied her to rest by the side of the road, making an appointment to meet with everyone at the top of the hill. The rain had been raining for many days, and it was easy to stop, the sky was still overcast, and the peaks were a little green in the white fog. Wei Long and Georgie sat on the edge of the car lane, their feet hanging in the air, looking down, and in a blank space, looming in the foothills of a belt, there were two or three blue-clad village women, wearing wide-brimmed straw hats at the top of the pagoda, where they picked up branches. Wei Long had a feeling of unreality, plus Georgie was also particularly quiet and honest that day, only quietly sitting next to her, more trance, as if in a dream. Wei Long wore white pants, a red copper shirt, sprinkled with rusty green dots, and a one-color bun head, which was blown by the wind and faded to the back of his head, revealing a long, slightly maned front bangs. She pulled her hand out of the grass under her and asked slowly, "Georgie, have you never made plans for the future?" Georgie smiled and said, "Why not?" For example, I'm going to see you if there's a moon tonight. Wei Long changed his face, and before he could say a word, Georgie continued, "I plan to come and see you, and I have something important to say to you." I want to know your opinion about marriage. Wei Long was shocked. Georgie added, "I'm not going to get married." Even if I have the ability to marry, I don't deserve it. I can't be a satisfying husband until I'm fifty. Veron, I say this to you openly and honestly, because you are a good girl, and you have never played tricks in front of me. Veron, you're so nice. You are using this for your aunt, for whom are you working hard for whom? When you're tired and haggard, do you think she'll still leave you? Veron, you're tired. You need some happiness. With that, he leaned down to kiss her, and Veron made his face and let him kiss. Georgie whispered, "Wei Long, I can't promise you to get married, I can't promise you love, I can only promise you happiness." ”

This was too far from Wei Long's original expectations, and she seemed to have fallen backwards for more than ten miles in a row, and people were a little dizzy. She put her hand on the corner of her forehead, turned her back to her face, and smiled slightly: "What a miserly person!" Georgie said, "I'll give you happiness." Is there anything more rare in the world than this? Wei Long said, "You give me happiness!" You tortured me more than anyone! Georgie said, "Did I torture you?" Do I torture you? He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her the mouth. At this time, the sun suddenly came out, and the fire was burning on their faces. Georgie removed his lips, pulled his black glasses out of his trouser pocket and put them on, smiling at her, "Look, it's sunny!" There will be a moon tonight. Veron grabbed the lapel of his coat, looked up, and looked at his face with a mournful look. She searched desperately for his eyes in his black glasses, but she saw only her own shadow reflected in them, shrunken and miserable. She stared blankly for half a moment, then suddenly lowered her head. Georgie reached out to grab her shoulder, and she pressed the corner of her forehead against his chest, and he felt her tremble so much that even her teeth shook, so he asked softly, "Wei Long, what are you afraid of, are you afraid of me?" Veron replied intermittently, "I... I'm afraid of myself! I'm probably crazy! At this point, she cried out. Georgie gently shook her, but she was still shaking so violently that he couldn't hold her firmly. She added, "I'm not crazy! You said these unreasonable things to me, why did I listen? ......”

There is a popular English proverb in Hong Kong: "The weather in Hong Kong, the girls in Hong Kong." "Two columns, for the girls on that island are as capricious and elusive as the hazy and poisonous climate. However, the weather also seemed to be listening to Georgie like a girl. That night, sure enough, there was a moon. Georgie came and went in the moonlight. The moon was still in the middle of the day, and he climbed from Wei Long's balcony, climbing the branches of the tree, to the opposite cliff. The jungle was damp and hot, the insects were chirping, and with the sound of frogs, the whole mountain depression was like a cauldron, and the moon was a blue and yin fire, slowly boiling it, and the water in the pot was boiling, and the bones were beeping. On this rugged hillside, even the woodcutters do not often come. Georgie walked tentatively step by step. Afraid of snakes, he took a cane, took a step, and then he swept away the wild grass, swept it with a flashlight, and hurriedly twisted it again. There was a small thorn in the grass, which was nailed to the hem of Georgie's pants, itchy and painful. I was walking, when I suddenly heard a long cry of "vomiting..." in the depths of the mountain, suddenly coming, suddenly breaking, as if someone had been crossed in the throat and there for help. Georgie knew it was an owl, still creepy and stood still, paying attention. After a break, it was another "vomiting..." sound, and Georgie slipped under her feet and almost fell down the mountain. He propped himself on a lemon tree, fixed his mind, and thought, "Let's go through the Garden of the Liang Family." Their florist will not appear until dawn, which will be far from dawn. He climbed the vine and climbed down the cliff. Although he is not a sportsman, he has been naughty since childhood, but these difficulties are easy to cope with. Climbing to a height of one foot above the flat ground, he shrugged and jumped, landing on the grass in the back yard of the Liang family.

He turned down the corridor and turned to the lawn in front of the house. At the side of the small iron door, there was a man leaning on. Georgie was taken aback. The man's back, which could be seen clearly in the moonlight, was wearing a white summer cloth shirt and black fragrant cloud yarn big pants. Because of the heat, he coiled the snake-like braid on the top of his head, revealing a piece of fleshy pink neck outside the collar. The small man, the thin waist, and the obvious curves are all things that Georgie usually looks at in his eyes and remembers in his heart, not who he is. Qiao Qi thought, "In front of the Liang House, this mountain road is a famous lover street. In the summer, it is often not until dawn. This guy must have had a date. He hesitated slightly, then crept toward her. Not wanting to blink her senses unusually sharply, she felt that there was someone behind her, so she turned around and was taking a picture with Georgie. Georgie took a step backwards and smiled, "It scared me! Zhen Er patted his chest, and Han Yanfang said, "This should be what I said!" ...... Oh, you man! The soul is scared of you! She squinted at Georgie for a while, then sneered twice, "I know what you're here for." Georgie smiled and said, "Didn't you tell me when your young grandmother called me to come?" Wei Er said, "Young Milk asked you to come, the light is upright, naturally she will leave you for the night." Why are you sneaking out? Georgie reached out and touched the hair behind her head and said, "The braids are not tied tightly and are about to fall apart." With that, the hand moved down and slid over her neck to her spine. While dodging, He pointed at him and shook his head, and sighed a long time: "I am about to shout, and I am afraid of the thunderbolt temper of the young grandmother, and I will make a big fuss regardless of good or evil, and sweep away our girl's face." Georgie smiled and said, "Sweeping the girl's face is still okay, sweeping your face, it will be bad." It's still bothering you! My great sister, what are you doing in the garden in the middle of the night? Wei Er didn't pay any attention to his words, just stared at him fiercely, and then said, "You have also done too much in this matter, you can't get over with the people of the Liang family, you have not stopped killing her, and you have hurt her again!" People can't compare with each other! Georgie said, "No, are you going to avenge them?" In the darkness of the night, I am blocked by my way, dare I seek wealth and kill my life? He snorted and said, "How much wealth have you hit?" I'm sorry for you! "Turn around and go." Georgie quickly chased after her, wrapped her waist from behind, and smiled: "Good sister, don't be angry." There are some small meanings here, please accept it. With that, he reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a roll of money, trying to tuck it into her pocket. But he searched around inside her white summer cloth shirt, and in his haste he could not find the pocket. He slapped his hand with a snap and said, "Forget it, forget it, I really want your money to buy the road!" But at this time, even if Georgie really wanted to fade out, she couldn't do it in a hurry—Her shirt was too tight. After being busy for half a day, he finally pulled out his hand for Georgie. Blinking the button, she grunted and said, "I'm going to lose company." We coarse people, compared to your princess Miss, have this leisure to enjoy the moon in the open air. Then he went into the house. Georgie followed behind, and as she opened the side door with the key, he pressed it against her back and pressed his face into her neck socket. Afraid of waking up the people in the house, she screamed, gritted her teeth in hatred, stretched out her right foot, and kicked back desperately, hitting Georgie's right knee. Georgie waited to call "Hi Yo" and shrank her mouth again. His left foot hit his left knee again. As soon as Georgie let go of her hand, She entered the door. Georgie then followed, looked up at her and went upstairs; and then she took out her handkerchief in the light of the hall, frowned, dusted the black mark on her knee, and then covered the door and followed her upstairs.

In the other corner of the building, Veron lay on his side on the bed, pitch black and not lit. She slept there, motionless, but her body seemed to be sitting on a high-speed car, and the summer wind was blowing on her cheeks. But it wasn't the wind, it was Georgie's kiss. Wei Long didn't know how many hours had passed while lying like this, but suddenly he sat up, put on his slippers, put on his dressing gown, and walked to the small balcony. Although the moon had fallen, her people had already soaked in the moonlight and were drowning all over. She leaned quietly against the shutter, and if the balcony was a small black lacquer saucer, she was the flower of Luo Dian inlaid on the tea tray. She was amazed at how clear her mind was, she had never been so clear. She was now trying to analyze her own psyche, and she knew why she loved Georgie so stubbornly, and loved him so inferiorly. Initially, of course, it was because of his attraction, but later, it was entirely for the sake of his not loving her. Perhaps, based on her past experience, Georgie has already discovered that this secret can conquer the incomprehensible woman's heart. He said many gentle words to her, but he never uttered a word saying that he loved her. Now she understood that Georgie loved her. Of course, his love was different from hers—of course, he loved her only for that moment. But she was so humble that she was easily satisfied. Georgie loves her tonight. This pleasant memory was hers, and no one could snatch it up. Mrs. Liang, Situ Xie, and a group of other people who are eyeing the tiger, do as they please, she has a new security, a new strength, a new freedom. She was glad that Georgie was not married to her. She had heard that a man had returned from a visit to Lushan and brought seven or eight jars filled with the world-famous white clouds of Lushan, ready to put some out to decorate his garden at any time. Aren't people who marry for love as stupid as people who put clouds in a jar? Georgie is right, Georgie is always right. She crouched down on the railing, learning from Georgie, resting her head in the crook of her arm, and the feeling came again, countless small cold pleasures, shaking their heads like golden bells in every part of her body. She hugged her arms tightly. She wanted to hold on to something else, so she whistled softly, and a white poodle came out of the room, wagging its tail. Veron hugged it and murmured to it.

It was about four o'clock in the morning, and there were still many stars in the sky, but the sky was gradually fading, like a cyan clay note. On the opposite hill, the insects did not bark anymore, and they became more and more silent. Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps under the balcony, and a person came. Wei Long thought, "This gardener is so diligent that he gets up before dawn." She was in a brisk mood at that time, completely naughty like a child, so she held out a hand to point at the man, put her mouth on the dog's ear and whispered, "Who do you think that is?" Who do you think that is? The dog barked. Wei Long looked at the man carefully again, and his heart fluttered in fright—where was the gardener so bloated? In the tropical place, the sky is bright, the sky is white, and the shadow of the vague fat man downstairs is clear, and it turns out that two people are walking tightly together, looking like a person at a glance. The two men heard the barking of the dogs upstairs, and as soon as they looked up to see Wei Long, they did not have time to dodge, and they had already recognized the faces of Georgie and Xiao'er for her. One of Wei Long's hands, which was originally holding the puppy's chin, suddenly pointed at the head, and the dog's throat tube could not breathe, so he desperately struggled, broke free of Wei Long's arm, jumped to the ground, screamed all the way, and ran into the house. Wei Long also stumbled and ran in with it; entered the room, stood on the ground, two arms hanging stiffly on either side, stood for a while, threw himself forward and fell on the bed, his two hands were still straight and straight on his body, his face fell on the bed, he hit hard, and he didn't feel pain. She lay face down like this, lying down all night, and her posture never changed. The sheets under his face gradually became wet, and the cold water halo reached under his shoulders. When she got up the next day, she was so cold and sore that her brain was swollen. The clock in the house had stopped, the sun was yellow outside, and I didn't know if it was morning or afternoon. She sat on the edge of the bed for a while, got up and went to look for Her.

She was washing things in the bathroom downstairs, and small handkerchiefs were plastered all over a wall, apple green, amber, smoke blue, pink, bamboo green, one block at a time, some neat and tidy, some crooked, but very picturesque. Wei'er saw Wei Long in the mirror, his face was unconscious, and he was about to laugh; Wei Long fished out a large wet towel in the basin and hit him head-on, and with a bang, Wei Er's face was already on the face, splashing water. Er sighed, turned his head, raised his hand to block, and put his hand on it again, and the thick towel absorbed a large amount of water, extremely heavy, and the shock was full of pain. Wei Long squeezed the towel tightly with both hands, just beating without a head and no face, and He Er only cared about dodging, and did not fight back, nor defended, nor spared. But there was inevitably some noise in the bathroom, and the little girls came to see it, and they were frightened and confused. Two of them looked unconvinced, and then they turned their heads and said, "Serious master, and don't do this to us; which lady of this discipline, such a big temper!" Sister Xiao'er, you are also a person who refuses to let people, what is wrong with you today? She sighed and said, "Let her go!" She's pathetic enough! This sentence was poking into Wei Long's heart. She smoked fiercely again, threw away the towel, and as soon as the person was soft, she collapsed to the edge of the bathtub, held her face, and cried.

This scene had already alarmed Mrs. Liang. When Mrs. Liang arrived, She was squatting on the ground, collecting the water from the tile. As she wiped the floor, the water on the hem of her own clothes dripped down. Mrs. Liang said, "What's going on?" "Oh don't answer. Ask Wei Long again, where to ask a sentence. The little girls next to them also replied that they didn't know why the girl was angry. At that time, Mrs. Liang did not continue to ask questions, but only asked someone to help Wei Long upstairs to rest, and then summoned Wei Er to the secret room and carefully interrogated her. She couldn't hide it, so she had to spit out how the girl had made an appointment with Qiao Qi, how she was suspicious, heard the voice of the girl's room, and did not dare to speak up, for fear of making a scene, she had to guard in the garden, wanted to take advantage of the time when the person left, to see a final, but was found by the girl, blamed me for supervising her actions, so today I lost my temper with me. Mrs. Liang listened, nodded her head, and had already figured out the truth for eight or nine minutes. At the moment, he drank away his eyes and sat down by himself, the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and his face turned purple. Originally gritting her teeth, a bite of teeth, the toothpick was also broken, she snorted and spit out the head of the toothpick, thinking in her heart: This Georgie Joe is really the magic star in her life palace, and she has made fun of her several times and three times. She used her eyes to lure him in, the bait was swallowed for him, and he was still free and uninhibited. Finally, she made up her mind, confessed to the loss, and ignored him. For the sake of his troublemaking, she could not stay blind. Blindly gone, as if she had lost her left and right hands, on the one hand, she started another stove and trained Wei Long with all her strength, she took a lot of effort to hold Wei Long slightly qualified, and when she was in the limelight, when she was worth ten times, Georgie Joe came to enjoy its success again. This is not willing, and at the same time, he took the sheep by the hand and hung it. Mrs. Liang lost his wife and folded the soldiers, and the outstanding talents around him were all swept away by him, how not to be angry?

But Mrs. Liang was a person with a general understanding in the end, and after moaning for half a moment, she actually pressed a belly fire and walked to Wei Long's room. Wei Long fell asleep with her face facing the wall, and Mrs. Liang sat down on the edge of the bed, was silent for a while, and then said in a trembling voice: "Wei Long, how can you be worthy of me?" With that, he pulled out a handkerchief and rubbed his eyes. Veron didn't speak. Mrs. Liang said, "How do you ask me to explain the past in your father's face?" It is said that you live with me, and I am responsible for your actions, and I blame me for believing in you too much, neglecting a little, and there is chaos. ...... cough! You're hurting me!" Wei Long himself knew that she had caught the handle, and naturally she was rational and strong. I should regret what I should regret, and I can't regret this much, so I turned my heart sideways and said bluntly: "I did something wrong, and I can't tire my aunt." I will go back to Shanghai, and if there is any gossip in the future, in front of my father and mother, the heavenly crime, I will bear it myself, and I will never misunderstand and implicate my aunt. Mrs. Liang touched her chin and said, "You plan to go back, but this is not the time to go back." I'm not trying to stop you from coming home. According to my meaning, I would like to give you back to your father with both hands, so as to relieve my responsibilities and bear less of my heart. But you know how bad the mouth of the world is, maybe you haven't arrived home yet, and the wind has already blown into your father's ears. His grumpy temper, you know. This time, you are confirming the rumors outside. Your body has not been very good, and you can't help your father from giving you bits and pieces day by day! Wei Long did not make a sound, and Mrs. Liang sighed: "Strange and strange, all blame you for making sex in front of the servants today, and do not leave some room for you to be yourself!" Such a big person, or blindly a child's temper, regardless of face, how to behave in the future? Wei Long blushed and smiled sourly, "Aunt want to forgive me, I am young and can't get rid of my temper." When I reach my aunt's age, maybe I will fall in love with Sven, but I don't know! Mrs. Liang sneered, "When you reach my age, you have to have a chance to fall in love, it's strange!" You see the women of ordinary people below the middle age, once they are thirty or forty years old, they have become old women. If I hadn't had a good environment and taken good care of maintenance, I would have been old a long time ago. You are so unworthy of your reputation, you have ruined your future, and in the future you will not only not be able to marry a person of the upper class, but you will not know what land you will get! At this moment, Wei Long involuntarily put his hands on his face, as if the pink and white and green posture had been washed away by the flow of water.

Mrs. Liang leaned over, propped her arms on Wei Long's pillow, and whispered, "A woman, what matters is reputation." There is a difference between what I call reputation and what Taoists call reputation. People with newer brains now are not so particular about chastity. The lady's family is socializing outside, and it is inevitable that someone will say two words of gossip. This kind of gossip, the more people talk about it, the more lively it is, your fame is only higher, and there is no obstacle to your future. There is only one thing that should be most taboo. That is: you love someone and they don't love you, or you love you and throw you away. Where can a woman's skeleton withstand this throw? Like you have this time today, people who know the inside story say that you are a child with a temper and want to do where you want to go. The person who carved poison on the outside mouth said that you were angry for the sake of Georgie Joe and the same person underneath. How hard is that? Wei Long sighed and said, "Then I can't manage this much." I'm going back anyway. I will never see Hong Kong again in this life! Mrs. Liang frowned, "Here we go again!" You can't stop talking about going back to Shanghai, as if going home will solve everything. The problem is not so simple. I'll do as you please – you have your freedom! But I'm worried about you, go home, your father won't give you a good life. It's not a gamble. You really want to earn back this breath, you have to take georgie joe. When he is dead-hearted, at that time, you can throw him away, or keep him to relieve his boredom - that is the skill! You're running like this now, it's too cheap for him! Wei Long smiled slightly, "Aunt, I am with Georgie, it is over early." Mrs. Liang said, "Do you think this matter is too hopeless?" That's because your attitude toward him wasn't right at all. You're so straightforward. He has stabilized that he is the only one in your heart, so he dares to be so casual and not treat you as a pile. You should set aside some time to be close to others, so that he will always be suspicious and confused in his heart, he will not hate you, but he will have many people in you! Wei Long saw that she was far away, it turned out that she was still there as a lobbyist for Situ Xie, and she couldn't help it, almost a little smirked, she felt that there were more places where she was confused, but she was confused to this point, it seemed that it was not enough. She went to Georgie's pawn, and then went to Situ Xie's pawn, so Jooch would look up to her? She sat up, barefoot, stepped on the floor, bowed her head, put her hands around her fluffy sideburns, slowly pushed back, and said, "Thank you aunt, you have planned me so thoughtfully." But I still want to go back. Mrs. Liang also sat up with her and asked, "Have you made up your mind?" Wei Long responded with a low voice. Mrs. Liang stood up, put her hands on her shoulders, looked straight into her eyes, and said, "You were alone when you came." You are now alone again. You have changed, and your home has to change. If you want to go back to the original environment, I am afraid that I will not be able to go back. Wei Long said, "I know I've changed." Before, I didn't like it very much; now I don't like it. I go back and be willing to be a new person. Mrs. Liang listened, was silent for a while, bent down, solemnly kissed Wei Long's forehead, and then walked out. Her act, imbued with a Catholic dramatic atmosphere, did not seem to give Veron any influence. Wei Long still put his hands in his sideburns, out of his mind, with some smiles on his face, but his eyes were dead.

As soon as Mrs. Liang went out, she went to call Qiao Qi and asked him to come to discuss the important words, qiao Qi knew that the East Window incident had happened, blindly pushing, where willing to come. Mrs. Liang then frightened him: "Wei Long is crying and crying, she wants to go back to Shanghai, how can her parents give up, Shanghai naturally wants to find a lawyer to talk to you, this matter can be a big trouble!" You old man is angry, and you can't eat and walk around. I'm because Veron met you here, and even my face is not good, so I'm busy looking for a way to remedy it. Who knew you were so comfortable—the emperor wasn't in a hurry, he was in a hurry to annoy the eunuchs! Although Qiao Qi came, she still smiled and giggled, "Although I am not a Chinese expert, I have fallen some research on the ideological habits of Chinese." If Wei Long's family talks to me, it will only force me to marry her! They are not willing to show it. Mrs. Liang stared at him and said, "Marry her!" Will you marry her? Georgie said, "Don't say, Wei Long has the benefits of Wei Long." Mrs. Liang said, "You honestly replied: you can't marry her." Georgie smiled, "Didn't you ask this knowingly?" I have no marital autonomy. I have no money, and I am accustomed to the blessings, and I am born with the material of recruiting horses. Mrs. Liang poked his fingertips at him and scolded, "I knew you were a money worshipper!" The two discussed how to make Veron change his mind. Qiao Qi had already guessed that this matter had caused a crisis of legal entanglement, and most of it was Mrs. Liang's reasons. If you want to draw a salary from the bottom of the pot, you must first explain your actions to Mrs. Liang and explain your heart. The two talked for a night, and Mrs. Liang finally got the answer she thought was satisfactory.

The next day, Georgie called Wei Long one after another, sending flowers endlessly, and the flowers hid text messages. Wei Long was busy going down the mountain to the city to inquire about the schedule of the ship, and bought a ticket on the same day. Mrs. Leung expressed a non-interference attitude towards her whereabouts, so she ignored everything. Wei Long did not take the family car, walked down the mountain to catch a bus, and when he returned, it suddenly began to pour down in the middle of the mountain. On the steep coal road, the water gushed straight down, Wei Long walked while twisting her cheongsam, twisted dry, and fished up in the water, she was cold and depressed two days ago, coupled with this freeze, when she got home, she fell ill, turned from cold to pneumonia; she was feverish, and she wanted to go home in a hurry. Sick at home, the room was not so full of flowers sent by friends, but in her memories, more beautiful than flowers, there was a kind of glass ball, which was paperweight on her father's desk, and the family pinched her, and the hot hand of ice. The flat glass ball is embedded with fine red, blue, purple flowers, which exude a cheesy and neat pattern. The ball was heavy in the hand. Thinking of it reminded her of all the thick and reliable things in her life—the black iron bed she and her sister slept on at home, the mattress on the bed, the white ground, red wicker; the old dresser of boxwood; the peach-like porcelain jar that was red in the sun, filled with talcum powder; the beautiful month card nailed to the wall, and on the arms of the beautiful woman, the mother used a pencil to thickly add tailoring, head line, tofu paste, aunt and aunt's phone number... She grabbed the sheets and just wanted to go back, go back, go back... The more urgent, the slower the illness. By the time the disease picked up, hong Kong's rainy summer had long since ended, and it was a cool autumn.

Wei Long suddenly became suspicious - she had this disease, maybe half of it was voluntary; maybe she subconsciously refused to go back, and had the heart to continue... Say easy, go back and be a new person... New life... She wasn't as simple-minded as she used to be. Studying and going to society to do things is not necessarily the appropriate way out for a beautiful girl like her who has no special skills. Naturally, she is still good at getting married. So, a new life is a new man... A new man? But she had completely lost her self-confidence for The sake of Georgie, and she couldn't cope with anyone. Georgie didn't love her for a day, she was under his influence one day. She knew that Georgie was nothing more than a very ordinary prodigal son, nothing terrible, terrible was that he had aroused her incomprehensible and violent enthusiasm. She lay in bed and looked out the window at the sky. The noon sun shone brilliantly, but the sky was the cold white of metal, cutting the eyes like a knife. It's late autumn. A bird flew toward the top of the mountain, and the black bird flew to the top in the daytime, as if scraping on the knife edge, screamed bitterly, and went over the mountain.

Veron closed his eyes. Ah, Georgie! One day he would need her, when she had lived too long in the narrow confines of another family; and in order to adapt to the circumstances, her newborn muscles were so deeply embedded in the fence of life that she could not pull out. At that time, he asked her to come back again, too late. She suddenly decided not to go—no matter what. From that moment on, she changed her mind in five minutes – go! Don't go! walk! Don't go! Between these two extremes, she rolled around on the bed, her heart frying like it was fried. Because she had to end this pain early, when she could go out, she was busy booking tickets. Booked the ferry ticket to come back, it was almost late, the wind and sand were blowing low bamboo, very chilly. The sea outside the bamboo, the sky outside the sea, are all gray and yellow, only the tall ivory red trees, in the twilight sky, all the way up and down the bowl of red flowers.

Veron was walking, and a car drove behind her, and when it reached her, it stopped. Wei Long recognized that it was Georgie's car, and did not look at him, stepped up his steps and walked forward, georgie drove slowly and followed for a long time. Wei Long's illness was better, the person was still a little weak, and he was tired of sweating, so he had to stop and rest for a while, and the car also stopped. Wei Long guessed that Qiao Qi must have taken this opportunity to make a confession, but he did not say a word, and could not help but look at him. He rested one arm across the wheel, and the man lay on the wheel, motionless. When Wei Long saw it, her heart hurt one by one, tears flowed down her face, and she continued to walk forward, and Georgie did not follow up this time. Veron walked to the bend and looked back, his car was still there. It was completely dark, the whole world was like a gray Christmas card, everything was shadowy, and the only thing that really existed was a pretty big ivory red, simple, primitive, big bowl mouth, big barrel mouth.

Wei Long returned to Liang's house and asked mrs. Liang if she was in the small study, so she found it in the study. In the study, only a small aqua green lamp was lit next to Mrs. Liang, and Wei Long was far away from her and sat down on a gold-lacquered chair, and the two did not open their mouths for some time. The room was filled with the strong smell of Codan, which resembled almond dew, and Mrs. Liang was finishing rubbing Codan, with her two sharp hands, waiting for it to dry. Two snow-white hands, as if they had just been on a tor, broke the fingertips, and the blood dripped. Wei Long's face did not face Mrs. Liang, and she said slowly: "Aunt, Qiao Qi is not married, is it because of economic relations?" Mrs. Liang replied, "It's not that he doesn't have the money to marry." Although the Qiao family is not good, it will not be unable to support a daughter-in-law. It is that Qiao Qi has this arrogant problem, always willing to live comfortably outside, and there is another layer, the family organization of the Qiao family is too complicated, is his daughter-in-law easy to do? If the bride has some money herself, she can also be less angry and look at many strange faces. Wei Long said, "Well, he plans to marry a young lady with rich makeup." Mrs. Liang did not make a sound. Wei Long hung his head and whispered, "I don't have any money, but... I can make money. Mrs. Liang glanced at her, bit her lip, and smiled slightly. Wei Long blushed at her and argued, "How can I see that I can't make money?" I didn't ask Situ what he wanted, he gave me the bracelet. Mrs. Liang's grin will rise, and while laughing, she will point a bloody index finger at Wei Long, but for a moment she can't speak; Half-hearted Fang said, "Look at you child!" This will remind me of situ! At that time, people were full of good intentions, you were so chaotic, as if the gold and steel diamond was going to bite the hand, if I hadn't done a good job, I would have almost offended people. Now you try to open your mouth and ask him for something to go. He didn't know whether it was good to send you candy or roses - only afraid that the lady would think that the gift was too heavy and did not dare to receive it! Wei Long lowered his head and sat in the dark, just without speaking. Mrs. Liang added, "Don't think that a person who looks a little bit like a person, who can speak two sentences on the scene and sing two English songs, will have a lot of money to send you to spend." I am from my own family with you, to put it bluntly, you are a person, your face is tender, your heart is soft, your temper is big, you have no decision, and you have real feelings as soon as you come, and you are not this first-class talent at all. Wei Long took a slight breath and said, "You let me learn slowly!" Mrs. Liang smiled and said, "You have more places to learn!" Try it. ”

Wei Long really practiced seriously, because she was bent on learning, and Mrs. Liang was by her side at any time to help, and she actually achieved remarkable results. Around Christmas, the news of Ge qiqiqiao and Ge Weilong's formal engagement was published in the South China Daily. On the day of the engagement, Situ Xie sent a grand congratulatory gift, and even Qiao Cheng, Georgie Joe's father, gave Wei Long a platinum diamond watch. Wei Long went to the door to thank her, and the old man was happy and bought her a fox cloak. Afraid that Liang was too much to go, he bought a white fox and sent it to Mrs. Liang. Qiao Qi was still a little hesitant about this affair, and Mrs. Liang advised him: "I see that you will just stop at one point!" You want to marry a wide lady, your vision is high, the portal is worse, and you can't look at it. It is really a girl from a family of tens of millions of families, arrogant and accustomed, where will she talk so well as Wei Long? Everywhere you are not exempt from restraint. The purpose of your money is to play, play is not happy, what do you want money to do? Of course, after seven or eight years, Wei Long's income must have been greatly reduced. When she can't earn money to support the family, you can divorce her. In English law, divorce is quite difficult and the only legal ground is adultery. You want to catch evidence of the other party's adultery, it is not easy? The words were convinced by Georgie. They soon announced their marriage and entertained guests at the Hong Kong Hotel.

There are very few apartments in Hong Kong, and it is too expensive for two people to rent a house, and it is too confusing to share with others. Mrs. Liang was reluctant to Let Wei Long come in, so she recruited Qiao Qi in and allocated three rooms downstairs for them to live in, which was similar to a single-family apartment. Since then, Wei Long has been sold to Mrs. Liang and Qiao Qiqiao, busy all day, either for Mrs. Liang to get money, or for Mrs. Liang to get people. But she also has happy times, for example, on the thirty nights of the lunar calendar, she and Georgie go to Wan Chai alone to see the liveliness. Wan Chai was not originally the central area of Hong Kong, the area is both remote and full of inferior entertainment venues, but the annual Chinese New Year market, similar to the temple fair in the north, is held there, when the crowds are crowded, and many fashionable people are willing to squeeze in and buy some sporadic things. Wei Long took a fancy to a pot of jade plum blossoms at an antique stall, and Georgie rushed forward to bargain with the guy. The man squatted on the top floor of the display layer by layer, wearing a tight wicker cotton jacket, one color of pants, a tweed hat pushed behind his head, and the strong glow of the gasoline lamp hanging in the center of the street was shining on his Hard Cantonese-style face, and the more it appeared that the hills were undulating and the hills were deep. He pressed that hand to his knee, and the other hand gestured, and the counter-offer was half-handed, just shaking his head. Wei Long pulled Georgie and said, "Let's go!" She was huddled in the crowd and had a strange feeling. Above the head is the blue sky of the purple rays, and at the end of the sky is the sea of the winter of the purple rays, but there is such a place in the bay, there are people in dense layers, dense layers of lamps, dense layers of dazzling goods - blue porcelain amphora vases; rolls of green piles of gold velvet; cellophane bags, containing "Bar Island shrimp slices"; amber tropical durian cakes; Buddha beads dragging big red tassels, goose yellow sachets; small silver crosses; big cool hats on the top of pagodas; but beyond this lamp and people and goods, there is the bleak sky and sea- Boundless desolation, boundless terror. Her future, too,— can't think, only boundless horror. She had no long-lasting plans. Only in this trivial little thing in front of her, her cringing heart, can get a temporary rest.

It was dirty, but it was indeed a bit of a carnival, and the streets were full of chaotic fireworks, and she and Georgie walked and shrunk down to avoid the little red, green and green broom stars. Georgie suddenly shouted with a smile, "Hey! You're on fire! Wei Long said, "Here you deceive again!" With that, he turned his head to examine her placket. Georgie said, "When did I lie to you?" Crouch down and let me stomp it out. Wei Long really squatted on her knees on the ground, and Georgie couldn't care less about the ash on the soles of her shoes, and two or three feet extinguished the fire on the hem of her cheongsam. There was already a hole burned in the cotton robe of the small silver shou character woven brocade. The two men laughed for a moment and continued to walk forward. Georgie paused for a moment and suddenly said, "Really, Wei Long, I am a person who loves to lie, but I have never told you a lie, and I feel nahan myself." Wei Long smiled, "Still thinking about this!" Georgie forced her to ask, "I never lied to you, did I?" Wei Long sighed, "Never." Sometimes you know how much fun a little lie can make me, but – no! You're too lazy to worry. Georgie smiled and said, "You don't need me to make up lies for you." You will coax yourself. Someday, you'll have to admit what a despicable person I am. At that time, you will also regret that you sacrificed so much for me! In one breath, they will kill me, maybe not! I was simply scared! Wei Long smiled, "I love you, what's the matter with you?" It's weird, and it's not up to you. Georgie said, "In any case, the distribution of our rights and obligations now is too unfair." Wei Long raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, "Fair? In the relationship between people, there is no word for fairness. I have to ask, how did you suddenly find such a conscience today? Georgie smiled and said, "Because I see you so happy new year, like a child." Wei Long smiled, "When you look at me happy, you have to say two uncomfortable words not to make me happy." ”

The two walked all the way to look at the display on the stall, where there was everything, but the most important thing was to sell people. Under the fierce gasoline lamp, there stood groups of girls, because of the exaggerated light and shadow, each with a light blue nose, green cheeks, and a large patch of rouge on the cheek, turned purple. Inside was a young man, but thirteen or fourteen years old, thin and small, dressed in a suit, wearing a short coat of blue lotus color, tied with a big red pleated silk skirt, and shivering. Because of the trembling, her smile kept shaking, like a reflection in the water, and her teeth hit her lower lip and bit her lips. A drunken English sailor came up from behind and tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned her head to fly at him with a wink—a pair of watery hanging eyes, the corners of which went straight into her sideburns, but unfortunately she had bright red frostbite on her ears. She put her hands together and held the sailor's arm and rested her head on him; the two could not walk a few steps side by side, and another sailor, both tall and large, held her. Her head was only bent at their elbows.

A large group of sailors came from behind, all drunk, throwing fireworks in all directions, catching a glimpse of Wei Long, and invariably making her a target object, and the fireworks flew over like a meteor catching the moon. Wei Long was so frightened that she ran away, and Georgie spotted their car, pulled her to the front of the car, pushed her in, and the two drove and left Wan Chai. Georgie smiled and said, "Those drunken loaches, what do you think you are?" Wei Long said, "Originally, what is the difference between me and them?" Georgie held the roulette wheel with one hand, covered her mouth with the other, and said, "You talk nonsense again—" Wei Long smiled and said, "Okay! I admit I said the wrong thing. How is there no difference? They are a last resort, I am voluntary! "As the car passed wan chai, the crackling of the fireworks gradually went down, and the traffic lights on the street, one by one, slipped into the glass in front of the car and disappeared. The car pulled into a dark and dreary street. Georgie didn't look at her, he couldn't see it, but he knew she must be crying. He took out his free hand for the cigarette clip and the lighter, and the cigarette roll was in his mouth and lit the fire. As soon as the fire lit up, in that cold night, his mouth seemed to open an orange-red flower, and the flower immediately thanked, and it was cold and dark... This Hong Kong story ends here... Wei Long's incense was almost burned out.

(April 1943)