Chapter 16: Not showing love (2)

The plate is lamb chops.
She just thought about sharing some potatoes with him. She couldn't finish eating them on weekdays, so she shared with him.
Shen Xi had a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, in an empty posture, forgetting how to do it.
"Madam, do you want pepper? Or, there is something wrong with the food." The waiter asked carefully.
Shen Xi shook his head, was silent for a while, and said with a nasal voice: "No, I thought of my patient. Your food is very good."
She bowed her head, ate for a while, and stopped for a while.
She imagined that she and Fu Dongwen swap identities. If she was like that last night, he would have cried if he turned around and left. In other words, she would not be so reasonable.
A hearty salad was put on hand. She never ordered it.
"Mr. said, you haven't had a rest all night, you need this." The waiter smiled and said, leaving a piece of letter paper, folded. The expression on his face was only as good as he said directly: Who said that Chinese do not understand romanticism, you see, how well they do.
Floating in front of me last night.
Shen Xi pressed the corner of the letter paper with his elbow, uncovered it, the words were splattered, and instead of just using the grid, he wrote half a piece of paper.
Yang Yang,
Let me tell you a story from "Aesop's Fables": Prometheus created people, and put two pockets around each of them, one for the faults of others and the other for his own. He hung the pocket containing other people's shortcomings on his chest, and put the other one behind his back. People can always see the shortcomings of others quickly, but ignore their own.
Sorry for letting you see my back pocket. This man with many shortcomings, he couldn't wait, he wanted to hide everything behind his back, and forgot to take care of your mood. Hope your patients get through the difficult times. Of course, there is also a patient waiting for you in the room.
Dong language.
It turns out that he can also write long letters.
It was as if people were sitting close by.
Suddenly, the waiter opened the window, and the tulle curtains were sucked out by the wind. He smiled at Shen Xi and said that it was the husband's account. The glass was a little reflective, and it happened to hit her eyes, and she avoided it, as if suddenly found an appetite.
Eat the salad clean, wipe your mouth, throw down the tablecloth, and leave in a hurry.
Go to see the patient first, then him.
In the patient's room, only two doctors from Renji were present.
When Shen Xi went in, the Englishman was talking about the football match on the front line of Jesus’ Christmas Day last year. He also went to the front line. When he said that, he took out a copper cigarette case with a relief on the top. When opened, it was a whole row of cigarettes and a princess. The photo is a gift for Jesus’ Christmas from the royal family to every frontline soldier. Shen Xi glanced closely, and the man wanted to give it to her, which embarrassed her.
When the British saw that Shen Xi refused to accept it, they came up with the same thing and told her that he had accepted three of these things and gave them to Shen Xi as a souvenir: "Go to Renji and use this as a business card for me. "
Shen Xi laughed, this person is really persistent, and he repeatedly mentioned Renji. In this way, when she returned to first class, she had a souvenir of the British battlefield in her hand.
On the first-class floor, only Tan Qingxiang sat abruptly in the corridor. He took a cigarette between his fingers and puffed it in one mouthful. His movements were very anxious and he was very anxious. Shen Xi approached, he stopped, and the two looked at each other.
Shen Xi pointed to the window at the end of the corridor.
Tan Qingxiang guessed that she wanted to talk alone. So he moved the chair to the door and followed her to the other end.
Tan Qingxiang saw the cigarette box in her hand and smiled and said, "Let me have a look."
This opening can be regarded as his first reconciliation.
Shen Xi's words that he wanted to apologize were also stuck in his throat. Mr. Tan was still an honest man and couldn't tolerate girls bowing his head first.
She handed the copper cigarette case to Tan Qingxiang: "Souvenirs from the British battlefield."
When the copper cigarette case was opened, Tan Qingxiang saw the picture of the princess and looked at it with a smile: "It's not very beautiful."
"But this is the princess."
"We Chinese don't believe in bloodliness, so does the prince and general Xiangning have a kind?" He smiled, closed, and returned it to her. "The British are true, and tears will be welled in the eyes of the princess and prince."
After a short pause, Tan Qingxiang jumped into the topic:
He’s sick, it’s okay if he doesn’t have it, and he must be dealt with in time if he has it. He will really die. Even my professor has no cure. He is already standing. To the top of cardiology."
A dead word, straightforward and explicit.
"I will check him every day from now on." She swears.
"You are more involved on the boat. It is so easy for me to talk about love for two days," Dr. Tan pretended to accuse, "Following him, I even lost my love career."
"Why would you be willing to be his personal doctor?" Shen Xi was curious.
A doctor of medicine who has studied in the United States and Britain can do research. Even if he loves his motherland and returns to the country, he can still work in the best hospitals like those two Renji doctors. Private doctors are more like slaves to capital.
Tan Qingxiang disdain: "Do you think I am willing?"
"...I think you are quite happy." Shen Xi confessed.
He laughed: "Follow him, not because he is a rich young master, but because he has the same ideals and ambitions. The most important thing is that he has the ability and the capital of the Fu family, so much more than an ordinary person can do. Worth it. I sacrificed my ambition."
Tan Qingxiang told her about another friend.
"Have you heard of Mr. Song's assassination in New York?" he asked.
"Ok."
"His name is Yang Dusheng, and he planned an uprising with Mr. Song. He is a genius and knows how to make bombs. Chen Duxiu and Cai Yuanpei learned bombings from him," Tan Qingxiang laughed. "He has been engaged in assassinations. Set up the assassination of Cixi and the regent. There was a rhetoric-"Not long and long", which is not enough to startle him in a dream. It is not enough to shave the copper odor of the heart. ’"
For a moment, Shen Xi thought of the two words that Fu Tongwen said when he wiped the sweat off her forehead that night: a lot.
Fu Dongwen also killed many people.
"Is he a born executioner? No, he is a scholar. But his family and country suffer, and his personal ambitions have to be put down." Tan Qingxiang put his hands on her shoulders, "Dong Wen said, you have you to help the world and save others. So he takes you back to China. I have it, but I can’t do it. I envy you, Shen Xi, you can still be yourself.

She is very lucky.
Tan Qingxiang guarded Fu Dongwen, stayed up all night, stopped talking to her, handed people over to her, took the ashtray and left.
As for Shen Xi's matter, Fu Dongwen's attitude was very clear this morning, he was still the man with the temper of a young master, and he was never allowed to argue with him. He neither looked back, but Tan Qingxiang could only accompany him on the way.
I can only hope that the case of the Shen family will go to the tomb with the Qing Dynasty and never see the sun.
Shen Xi entered the room, the wall lamp was on, and the others fell asleep.
The curtain was sucked to the glass, and the window was open here. She wanted to close the window or move a chair over and sit by the bed to guard him. She was afraid of making any movement... In the end, she just lifted her skirt and sat on the carpet beside the bed. There are a few books on the carpet, he put them, he has the habit of putting books on the carpet. It seems to be afraid that it will block the light if it is placed on the head of the bed.
Shen Xi had nothing to do, staring at the cabinet in front of him. The color of this wood is so beautiful.
"It's teak." Someone said above her head.
He woke up, resting his head on his arm, looking at the girl under his eyelids. The wall light fell from overhead.
His face was in the dark shadow, and her face was also in the dark. There was a light between the two, which reminded her of a blackout in New York, and Wan Feng lit a row of candles for the sentiment. A row of small flames flickered.
"The interior of this ship is better than that of Versailles, is it?"
Shen Xi didn't want to talk about furniture with him: "I woke you up?" She got up from the carpet and sat down by the bed.
Fu Tongwen smiled and did not answer.
Shen Xi saw that his eyes were tired, and guessed that he was too lazy to move, so he raised the quilt and covered him more. As soon as the quilt covered his shoulders, the other person sat up upside down: "The third brother asks you a few words."
He suddenly talked about it, and she could only nod along: "Okay, you ask."
"That day, was your father's student who died in the smoking hall?"
"He killed my family, I thought you knew." Although the two had never talked about this, how could he not know? Or is this just the beginning, what he wants to ask is still to come?
Fu Tongwen was silent for a while and asked, "If he hadn't died, what would you have done? Would you seek revenge?"
Shen Xi hesitated.
What can I do if I don't seek revenge? In ancient times, there was still a case against the imperial court in Beijing. After the capital changed its owner, where else could it go? There is no chance to reverse the case, and no one will deal with him. For such a thing, there is no other way out except to seek justice for parents and family.
She nodded.
"Are you afraid of killing?" he asked again.
A black shadow flashed across Shen Xi's eyes. It was the person who was stabbed in the heart by her.
Although Tan Qingxiang did the final fatal blow, she couldn't forget the feeling.
"I don't know... but if that's the case, there is no other way out," she wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible, "maybe my parents love me too much. They help me do everything in the sky. I'm here New York would think that they must have let their enemies die in front of me, and let the Qing Dynasty perish, and they are all contributing to the flames," she laughed at her silly remark, "Do you understand what I said? All clean from the inside out , There is nothing bad."
Just learn how to save people and don't have to think about killing.
Before Fu Dongwen could say anything, she smiled again: "Don't ask, can you?"
"Okay," he promised, "a chat, that'sall."
Except for professional discussions, he had to communicate in English, and he and she never spoke foreign languages. This sentence suddenly popped out, reminding her of the chatting of foreign students in the New York apartment. After returning in a hurry, she didn't regret it, but she still regretted it. Give her a few more years and she also wanted to get a PhD, like Dr. Tan and Qian Yuan.
What followed was worry. She didn't have a certificate of education, how should she find a job?
Shen Xi was worried.
Fu Tongwen was quite leisurely, touched the small silver hairpin in her hair, and looked old. Too simple, it seems that he has been harsh on her living expenses: "I will give you a new one."
It's sending again. Shen Xi smiled: "You are like my second brother. You can stuff a candy if you are fierce. I can't be treated like this. It's not such a cheap thing."
Fu Tongwen briefly paused for a while and said, "Really? I won't attack you in the future."
She doesn't believe it, and her brothers and sisters still quarrel.
Fu Tongwen took her hand, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom: "Come on."
Shen Xi was taken in by him, and he turned on the faucet to fill the bathtub with water. Are you going to take a bath? Shen Xi looked at him uncertainly.
There was a slight smile on Fu Dongwen's face. He put the crimson four-legged wooden stool on the edge of the bathtub and went to find soap for washing his hair. Shen Xi flushed, and waved his hand: "No..."
Fu Tongwen didn't speak, but placed her person on the stool and sat down to try the water temperature.
He is a patient, and he has no power to bind a chicken, and he can't help bullying her. So pushing and shoving the floor, she finally sat on the stool.
It was through frosted glass that day, right now.
He pulled the chair over, with his arm on the back of the chair, and looked at her: "Only when I am away."
A big living person, two steps away behind him, how absent. The towel in her hand was soaked, and she didn't move either.
Fu Tong literati leaned forward, got out of the chair, and sat behind her.
"Fine, let the third brother serve you once." He laughed.
Shen Xi did not expect that he would come so close and moved forward, but gave him a place. Fu Tongwen hugged her with one arm, and went to fish for the towel in the water with the other. When the towel was picked up, the other hand lifted her long hair from behind her neck. His fingers slipped from the roots of her hair and brushed her ears.
"Bend down," he said.
Shen Xi bends down groggyly, and his hair is pulled to the surface of the water.
Fu Dongwen was really washing her hair. After washing her hair a few times, he went to foam again. Only when she was at home did she have someone to wash her hair. The old lady who washed her hair was very good at humming and never replied. Wooden basins, several buckets of hot water, several buckets of cold water, a basin of shampoo spilled on the bluestone floor is still hot, coming up from the stone slab.
It's colder, the servants will put a hand-warming copper stove in her hand...
All in front of her was hot water, her hair was floating in it, and she was sweating all over.
"Your hair is the most among girls I have ever seen."
"Have you seen a lot?"
"I've seen it, don't diverge your thinking." He laughed.
"Just now, Mr. Tan told me about your friend, Mr. Yang." She remembered this person.
"Du Sheng?" Fu Dongwen smiled.
"Yes," she said with a tilt of her head, "he is really capable."
Fu Tongwen gave her a stern look, rubbed her long hair, learned the way, to no avail, pretended to rub for a while, and pressed her neck down: "Come on, start washing."
Fu Dongwen went to wash the foam on her hair, put the towel over the water, and wiped her hair.
"Before the Revolution of 1911, he jumped into the sea in Liverpool, England." He said suddenly.
how come……
"At that time, the Huanghuagang Uprising failed. He couldn't see the way forward and could not serve the country, so he walked a dead end," he said. "If you hold on for a few months, it will be different."
Only a few months away, the Qing Dynasty will perish, and there will be a way forward.
But people cannot come back from death, Mr. Yang has never seen it in his life.
Shen Xi expected that he would poke Fu Dongwen's sore spot again, complaining secretly to himself, and stopped speaking.
"I think it's clean." Fu Dongwen checked his masterpiece.
He looked at the back of her neck, there was a piece of white foam, wiped it clean with his thumb, buried his head, and kissed her.
Shen Xi's arm leaning against the bathtub slipped, and was wrapped around his arm from behind to the front.
This time, I really hugged.
"Come on." He whispered, picking her up and letting her sit on his lap.
Two people squeezed in the bathroom, the room was full of water vapor, the floor was full of water, his trousers and trousers were all wet, and her semi-wet long hair was draped behind her back to her waist.
"As soon as you left last night, I thought, this girl is really hard-hearted, but really amazing." He whispered.
"Sorry." She was still guilty.
He laughed and shook his head.
The bathroom door was open, and the outside was quiet.
Fu Tongwen probed his hand, touched the switch, it clicked softly, and the light went out. Far away, you can only see the light of the wall lamp, coming vaguely from the direction of the bedroom. His lips fell on her long hair. Shen Xi breathed slightly.
"From now on, my third brother will buy a bungalow and serve you like this," he said, "go to Shandong."
That place was previously occupied by the Germans, but now it falls into the hands of Japan. He said that with endless meaning.
There is a country, a home, and a future.
Yang Yulin, Zi Dusheng, a democratic revolutionist in modern China. In 1911, he heard of the failure of the Huanghuagang Uprising in the United Kingdom. The great powers tried to split China and were filled with grief and indignation. As a result, the old illness relapsed. He felt that he could not serve the country. After giving most of his personal money to Huang Xing as revolutionary funds, he committed suicide in Liverpool.