Chapter 12: The Bright Moon and the Tide (3)

Is the one just now a kiss, or...something else.
She couldn't tell.
Such Fu Dongwen reminded her of the story about cigarettes.
In Beijing, no one knows the Bada Hutongs around Dashilan, and even she has heard this song in the Yanguan: "Bada Hutongs have been named since ancient times, Baishun Stone Town, Shaanxi, Hanjiatan Xiange, Wangguang Xiejie is brightly lit... "The protagonist of the story is the man in front of him, and the location of the story is Hanjiatan in these eight hutongs. One night, in this land of fireworks and willow alleys, several famous young masters gathered together, confronted the oiran with fighting thoughts, and rushed to throw out white money.
Among these people, only Fu Dongwen asked for a cigarette and entered the Oiran room.
This is what makes the beauty move her mind.
Cigarettes, fragrant.
He took a homophonic, if it is an exaggerated woman, it is frivolous.
But in the fireworks field, it is full of romance and style.
The oiran took the cigarette, but he said that the benefits should not be monopolized by him. After stealing the limelight, the beauty would naturally give it to a friend. So leaving a check and leaving, this story came out.
This man, as long as he wants, every move can eat bones into the marrow.
And now, the man in this story is right in front of her.
"What did you just say?" he was asking.
"I want to say...Thanks to my third brother's generosity in the past for supporting me to study, otherwise I am afraid that I will make a fool of myself today."
Fu Dongwen smiled and leaned on the door frame.
There was no sign of letting go of her at all, like in the locker room, when he explained how to explain to Dr. Tan, she wanted to leave, but was stopped by his hand on her waist. At that time she thought he would do something, but no, just holding it.
It's the same now--
Fu Tongwen held her hand in his hand, looked down, and turned over to look at her palm. The thumb slid across the thin lines and rubbed her palm... His fingers were getting hotter, so did she .
As if there was a little leaker, it was placed in front of the eyes, the sound was slow, dripping, and every drop of water fell on the tip of my heart.
"We should go for a walk," he said.
Shen Xi responded. But he didn't move.
Understanding people do absurd things. He rubbed and shook the hand of an innocent girl, shook it and kissed him, how to calculate it, he has a bright mirror in his heart, but it is another way to do it.
"Or third brother, go for a walk," he whispered again, "again, things will happen."
There was a smile in his words, and when he spoke so bluntly, her shaky heart collapsed suddenly. Fu Tongwen trapped her with his eyes and let her go. After all, the strength in his hand is gone.
After she woke up, Fu Dongwen had left the room.
In the empty room, she had to stand still, thinking that his tone and demeanor were true or false.
So it was six o'clock before he came back.
The person should have come back from the deck. The suit was cold, but there was a smile on his face.
Fu Tongwen set a table for dinner, let her clean up, and went downstairs to find Tan Qingxiang. He looked like it had never happened before going out. Shen Xi agreed, changed clothes in the bathroom, split the loose hair into two strands, put them on his shoulders, and braided one strand in front of the mirror. She looked in the mirror and thought, maybe it was really a kiss...On the contrary, she was misunderstanding: "Brother, if you change it, tell me."
"Okay," he said.
Shen Xi braided his own braids and knew the road easily without looking in the mirror.
She left the bathroom and walked into the bedroom. Fu Tong Wenwen was wearing a tie. Seeing her like this, he stopped again: "Come, let me see."
Shen Xi's face was hot, but he didn't move. It was originally three steps away.
Fu Dongwen straightened out the tie and took two steps forward: "Let me try."
try what? The hair that was scattered on the right shoulder was picked up by him.
"How to do it?" he asked.
"So... in three strands." She showed him the three strands of black hair between her fingers.
Fu Tongwen was unfamiliar, learning her way, separating the long hair, and under her demonstration, learning her to braid that long hair. The shreds of hair kept rubbing her cheeks and collarbone.
Shen Xi didn't know how he did it, all his thoughts were on him.
She glanced at him, and he was smiling: "It looks so-so, it will be better to come a few times."
At the end of the post, he held it to her eyes: "Okay."
"I'll tie it up." She took it and tied it up.
I left in the afternoon and said that I was afraid of accidents, but now, what about it.
"I have something to say," Fu Dongwen saw through her thoughts, "come back tonight, OK?"
She nodded and saw him smiling.
The relationship has been messed up a long time ago, and it is still unclear at this moment.
Although the two did not finish speaking, the atmosphere began to be different.
Before leaving the room, Fu Tongwen felt that the tie was not well-fitted again, so he took out another one and handed it to Shen Xi. This is really difficult for her, she won't, he taught her hand in hand, just as she taught him how to braid a woman's long hair. Shen Xi stumbled, and when he was done, Fu Tong literati stood in the corridor, and then commented: "It seems that you have to learn a few more times."
The two people said this in their native language, and the sniper couldn't understand it. Seeing Shen Xi blushing, Jomo guessed that it was the husband and wife flirting.
After getting down to the first class, Fu Dongwen knocked on the door.
After a long while, Tan Qingxiang opened the door. People who are rigorous on weekdays rarely wear neatly, even without a tie, and their hair is different from day to day. In short, it's a bit strange. But aside from being cautious, people are much cleaner.
"Bring a guest? Is it convenient?" he asked Fu Dongwen.
"Seeing you are happy, it's just an extra seat."
There was movement behind him, and there were people in the room. Shen Xi's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but slipped through the door, and saw the back of a girl without clothes. Her eyes widened suddenly.
"Miss Shen, can you curb your curiosity?" Tan Qingxiang smiled.
"I'm worried about your safety." She murmured, "wrongly looked at you" in her eyes.
Tan Qingxiang laughed and patted Shen Xi's forehead, which was a response to "nosy."
"You go first, I'll come later." He said, closing the door again.
Shen Xi looked at the door with mixed tastes, and then went to see Fu Dongwen. He seemed to be eccentric. Could it be... Is Lu Shui Qingyuan unusual to them?
As a result, Tan Qingxiang did not give her a chance to ask.
He missed the appointment. For the sake of a brunette girl, she and Fu Dongwen were abandoned at the dinner table. She had been expecting to see Dr. Tan’s girlfriend’s face from eating cream pancakes and caviar, but no smoked fish and toast, no beef broth, no foie gras jelly...Merso Shen Xi had already given up.
When the dessert and fruit arrived, Tan Qingxiang came with his new girlfriend, sat down and drank the wine in the glass: "Sorry."
"You should say sorry to your girlfriend, the dishes have been served," Shen Xi asked politely, "do you want anything else?"
The girl didn't seem to understand what she was talking about. She was eating dessert and didn't care about the end of the main course.
"She doesn't understand English, except for a few simple words." Tan Qingxiang explained for her.
"Then how do you communicate with her?" Shen Xi was surprised, and Fu Tongwen just said that they have been together for half a month.
Tan Qingxiang smiled and said nothing. Shen Xi was still confused, and by the way looked up and down the person who had misunderstood.
"Well, to put it simply," Tan Qingxiang took off his glasses and placed them on the table, rubbing his tired eyes. "Soul communication and physical communication, can this satisfy your curiosity?"
Shen Xi was blocked by these words.
The girl happened to find the gold matchbox on the table, lifted it up, and smiled in surprise at Tan Qingxiang. Tan Qingxiang also smiled and nodded. Shen Xi thought they were communicating: This restaurant even has gold matchboxes.
Four of them, two groups, one group finished eating, the other group just started.
Fu Tongwen didn't want to stay there, and took Shen Xi away from the meeting on the pretext of being tired.
After taking a rest on the private deck, he went back to the room and looked for a book in the box. Shen Xi glanced at the time. It was nine o'clock. It was time for night reading... But he didn't mean to say anything, or did he forget?
"Dr. Tan's girlfriend, do you want to take it back to China?" She was disturbed, and started with Dr. Tan.
He looks like a Russian, and I don't know if he would be happy to stay in Beijing.
"It should be the first to disembark." He said with his back to her.
"Get off the boat first? Then...what about Dr. Tan?"
He turned around and smiled: "He always has a few inexplicable girlfriends. The origins are unknown and they are not bound to each other. The fate is all."
So that's the case. She was silent.
Fu Tongwen held the book in his hand, thought for a long time, and then said: "He can't see himself clearly in this respect, maybe it's wrong to say that, he sees himself too clearly."
Shen Xi didn't understand, but he saw the book in his hand clearly.
It was Macbeth he had watched four times this month.
"He has an individual in his heart," Fu Tongwen said, tapping the book in his palm, "Is a girl in a brothel."
"Then why don't you lend him money to redeem that girl?" she said immediately.
Fu Tongwen smiled, "Listen to me."
He spent two minutes telling a cliché story about a poor scholar who fell in love with a woman in a brothel.
Tan Qingxiang was from a poor family, and was funded by the Fourth Master to let him stay abroad. After Si Ye left, Tan Qingxiang stayed beside Fu Dongwen, because Fu Dongwen often went in and out of the fireworks field, he inevitably followed in and out, and later met a girl with a poor life experience. The young man who was in love at the beginning, did not pass the relationship, really moved his heart, and wanted to marry the girl.
Shen Xi listened to her uneasy heart.
The girl regards him as a marriage, but he is affectionate to others.
Other girls live well, eat well, spend money like dirt, and have sons and buddies holding them, why should they be good? Tan Qingxiang wished to show his sincerity, and let others cut his heart, bloody, and never looked back. He thought that human hearts are all made of flesh, and he thought that he is very different from those young masters, but in the eyes of the girl, he is still the same.
They are just jewellery boxes, a gift of silver dollars.
"He got the money from me, and he couldn't save a few, so it was sent to others."
This is a far cry from singing in opera.
Shen Xi frowned for a while: "If it wasn't for the third brother, he wouldn't go there."
Fu Dongwen listened to this, put a book in his hand, and knocked on her forehead: "The little girl thinks simply, just treat the brothel as a brothel."
He spoke a few words about the social scenes of the eight hutongs.
Not to mention ordinary politicians, even the powerful generals like Zhang Xun invited the cooks of the former Forbidden City to open brothels to win people; President Yuan Shikai wanted to buy votes, and he invited people there to bribe members; not to mention. In Beijing, anyone who wants to host a banquet to entertain friends, and those who have some fame, needs to go there-in detail, from the Senate, the House of Representatives, to the Capital University Hall, the two houses, the dignitaries, the dignitaries, the literati and the literati can not escape. .
It's a man's selling gold cave.
But those who go there love not only beauty, but also the country.
Suddenly the fog melted.
The misty glass was wiped off by him little by little, and Fu Dongwen, who was under the rumors, revealed to her.
This was the first time that Fu Dongwen told her about him in Beijing.
"Stand tired and go to bed." He said suddenly.
Shen Xixin was still in the fireworks and Liuxiang, and was brought back to reality by these words.
Fu Dongwen let her go to bed. It's nine o'clock, it's time to go up, but today...
He went to the other end, lifted the white quilt, and lay down on the bed. Shen Xi guessed that it was time to talk about them. She sat on the edge of the bed, took off the slippers with her bare feet, and entered the quilt. People were leaning as usual.
Forgetting to take the book, there is no barrier to stop it.
After a fist distance, she found that his wall lamp was not turned on.
"How do you plan to return to China?" He didn't read the book, but looked at her, "The third brother will make arrangements for you."
Is this what he wants to say? Shen Xi was lost and shook his head: "I haven't thought about it yet."
The cruise ship will be docked in Shanghai. She never knew that Shanghai, her hometown, Guangzhou, was too early to have troubles, and she didn't want to stay. In Beijing, except for those dirty little alleys, she had only lived in the Fu's house. In this way, it is not necessarily more familiar than Shanghai.
He, needless to say, is going back to Fu's house. Big family, different lives, it's hard to see you again.
Shen Xi was at a loss at the thought of going to each other after the boat.
Her long hair spread out, draped over her shoulders. It was kept in one place for too long, and there was a slightly curly arc, which reminded him that every time she woke up, her hair was on the pillow, and the hair on the side of her face would often fall on his wrist and be tangled.
Sleeping together in the same bed should really be done by husband and wife. He thought it simple.
What he is thinking now is also absurd.
Fu Tongwen lifted the quilt, got out of bed to find water, put the cup down, and pulled the slippers back, but instead of going to his side, he went to Shen Xi's place. She thought he would turn off the light for her as usual, but unexpectedly, he sat down next to her body, the figure blocked the light, and the two faced each other.
Shen Xi's hand fell into his palm again, rubbing and holding her, softening her heart.
She was waiting, waiting for him to say.
His face was bathed in the light, like a light seen at the head of a small station when riding a train, and rumbling past, it will be a more far-reaching night: "I was on the deck in the afternoon and saw the Cape of Good Hope, thinking, I'm asking you to go and see, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get off the loop.
After he finished speaking, he was quiet for a while.
She watched him bow her head, kissed the palm of her hand, and woke up from being burned.
"Follow the third brother in the future, okay?" He asked in a low voice.
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Fortunately, someone gave me a set of books from the First World War so that I can know what Europeans and Americans would eat at that time...Hahahaha...hahaha...