Chapter 47: The Southern Goose Returning to the Nest (1)

August.
Fu Dongwen’s father’s condition was beyond control, so Fu Dongwen’s original schedule of returning to the north was delayed. Shen Xi handed in her resignation to Duan Menghe early, and decided on the admission hospital in Beijing, but because Fu Dongwen's itinerary was undecided, she had to stay in the hospital in Shanghai temporarily, waiting to leave for the north.
On this day, Shen Xi finished two operations, and it was about five o'clock in the morning when he returned home, and it was dawn.
It was dark in the room. He was not there. Shen Xi was used to him going out "to spend a lot of time and wine." He saw Wan An curled up on the sofa on the first floor and fell asleep. He lightly boiled a pot of water, carried it upstairs, and washed it. I found a loose shirt to put it on, and fell on the bed to sleep. The tight nerves were still strained. When she returned to the operating room in her dream, a dozen nurses pushed her into the door and pushed her to the edge of the operating table. The newly anesthetized patient suddenly jumped out of the bed and pressed her hands on her shoulders. Up, shouting: The doctor save me
Shen Xi shouted: Lie down, lie down!
...
With a bang, his body trembled, and he took a few deep breaths and woke up in sweat.
There are two hands on the shoulders.
Shen Xi was too sleepy to open his eyes, twisted twice, unable to get rid of him, and acted softly, "It's hot."
The person who has just got out of bed turns on the electric fan.
The cool breeze was blowing her skin, sweat sticking to her hair, on her face. She fiddled and stroked her long hair to her pillow: "Close the window...it can be cooler."
The outdoor sunshine is intensive and the heat waves are endless, so it is not as cool as the apartment.
The window was closed.
She breathed steady, and her shirt was lifted: "I just came back too..."
"It's eleven o'clock." He whispered.
She responded.
"Just got a telegram. Germany was defeated at the Marne."
"Hmm..." She remembered the Marne River. In June, he mentioned that if Germany was to lose again this time, the battle was basically set. She knew his joy, opened her eyes slightly, and smiled at him.
The curtains blocked the sunlight, and the room seemed to be in a heavy brocade tent. He was surrounded by the aroma of Xu Yuan's scented powder, which made her feel groggy and her breathing was not so smooth...
The fragrance on his body, except for the incense of rouge, is the aftertaste of smoky soil.
Smelling this, she guessed that he had taken people around the hospital last night to embarrass his boss Huang. This Huang Jinrong is a well-known snob. Jingke's cigarettes must be graded according to the status of the guest. The brands of cigarettes from low to high are also exquisite, from Daqianmen, Baixibao to Jialike. To come to a business magnate like Fu Dongwen, you must be the first-class Fu
Shou
anointing.
Fu Tongwen had a heart attack as an excuse and never touched it, but she was worried about him, and she was afraid that it would not be good to smell it too much.
"You smell so good," she reminded.
"After washing, there are still some," he whispered, "Why don't it be better with the smell of your body?"
Still sleepy...
She moved away and gave him most of the bed. A button of the shirt was glued to the collarbone, which he had just unfastened. He played a rogue with no dignity in her thirties. Seeing that he couldn't pull her back, he suddenly crossed her body and lifted the bed sheet. He even carried her with a cloth. The hunting method was very clever, and she turned over again. Not going out: "I laughed all night, and didn't see how much you feel distressed?"
Where have I seen such a person. Spend time and drink, go home full of powder and fragrance, and still have people feel distressed.
Shen Xi took a pillow to block him: "You are going to the theater, but I never sat down last night..."
He laughed: "That makes the third brother feel sorry for you."
Peide's laughter came from the rooftop.
Peide has been learning Chinese with Tan Qingxiang in the past few months, and she has been devoted to her studies. She has been talking to Tan Qingxiang from 7 o'clock every day. The little girl is in good spirits, and she will not be tired from talking in the morning to night. Tan Qingxiang is one of the first medical doctors to study abroad. He has a broad knowledge of Fu Dongwen and never lacks topical conversations. However, when he loses patience, he always wants to use work as an excuse to send people away and find a clean. Unexpectedly, Peide does not eat his set, you work, I will help you, it is better than eating for nothing.
At this moment, the two must be drying clothes on the rooftop.
This is the daily laundry and drying time that Tan Qing Xiang Lei could not touch.
"Wan'an, come up and help." Tan Qingxiang's shout went through the three-story apartment.
"Come, here." Wan An ran upstairs cheerfully.
There is a door.
Shen Xi whispered a few low "um", soft bones, hurriedly grabbed the silk bed sheet, pulled it over, and bit it on the corner. The intermittent, fine and fragmented sounds were blocked by silk floss and clenched teeth...
The heat wave rolled over her body layer by layer, her upper body was still in a white shirt, the buttons were fully opened, and her red lips were biting on the silk cloth, which was agarwood color.
Outside the door is:
Wan An went upstairs, Wan An went downstairs, Tan Qingxiang greeted people to go to the food market, Peide changed clothes, chased Tan Qingxiang and went out, Wan An cleaned the three-story apartment alone and cleaned the bathroom...
Later, Wan An went to each room and opened the windows to catch dust.
Finally, it was Tan Qingxiang who took Peide home, clamoring to cook mung bean lily soup to prevent heatstroke.
She was panting, her bones were sour and soft, and slowly, slowly, she pulled the sheet between her teeth. The legs slid down slowly, from straddling the bed to laying flat.
Khan wore his arms and legs. Whether it's between the teeth or the sheets underneath, it seems to have been soaked in water.
In midsummer August, at noon, passers-by are going to have heat stroke under the sun, but they are infinitely tossing in this room in spring. Even if there are fans, they are like walking in the desert for a few hours. By this time, their throats are dry and dumb. Yes, like being smoked by burning red charcoal.
Fu Dongwen's nose rubbed her lightly, sweating each other: "If you smell the third brother's body, do you still smell powder?"
After being turned into the red waves, the fragrance on the pillow is all hers.
"Call to listen, call my name," he said, "never heard of it."
Just now, her third brother begged for mercy, and he suddenly became interested and wanted to hear "Dong Wen" from her.
"I want to listen." He urged.
She was brewing for a long time, and couldn't pronounce those two words...not used to it.
"Quick," he said softly, "third brother is waiting."
There was a stalemate for a while, and under his gaze, she had to call "Dong Wen" in a barely audible voice. It was very numb, and this sound struck his heart first.
He savored it carefully, did not, and did not comment.
He lay on his side on the pillow, his eyes fixed on her.
Shen Xi also followed him, lying on his pillow, looking at each other. Like the boudoirs of newlyweds, they are never bored.
I'm singing. He left a gap by the window. The excitement and heat on Xiafei Road was like a tidal wave, squeezing and chasing through the narrow window, flowing into this room, and straight to the two naked people on the bed. Shen Xi felt a trace of sweat running down the collarbone, he saw it too, and wiped it off for her.
"I don't get tired of seeing each other--" He suddenly smiled, "Only Shen Wanyang."
After laughing, he sighed again: "I knew there was today, and my third brother got you into the house early and saved a lot of things."
previously? "Earlier, I was in the Huayankan, and you were in Fu's house, in the Six Nations Hotel, in the consulate...you wouldn't know that I was there."
Fu Tongwen remained silent for a long time, and finally said, "This is the truth."
I paused for a while.
He asked her: "Does it work hard to live in the smokehouse?"
She pressed her face on the pillow, smiling, not answering, and didn't want to talk about it with him.
What is hard and not hard is just to survive.
The people who opened the smoking hall were not good people. They were just sent in, thinking that the righteous man who saved her would get through the relationship between the upper and lower levels. She shaved her head at the age of eleven, covered her dandruff, dressed in a small cloth gown, and was raised as a boy. But in that kind of place, there were many prostitutes and people who liked rabbits. Once, she was dragged behind the door by two smokers and took off her pants before she was recognized as a girl. The frequent patrons are the flat-headed people, traffickers and pawns in the nearby streets. They can't talk about pity, and they are surrounded by a group of laughs. She is probably a silly girl who was raised and played by the owner of the cigarette shop. It’s a boy that everyone can have fun, but the girl raised by the boss should be scrupulous. After all, it is possible to open this in Beijing, even in the most inferior dirty place, but also the famous street ruffian. The girls who mobilize these individuals, it is better to spend some money for making evil, and go to the prostitute next door to joyfully fulfill the mandarin duck dream of an hour.
Later, the owner of the tobacconist changed a few times and knew that he wanted to take care of her here...
Think of it this way, the person who saves himself is somewhat skilled.
"You said, can the one who saved me be found?" she asked.
Fu Tongwen looked at her.
Shen Xi wanted to say that he was envious of Wanfeng, at least he knew who his benefactor was, but he thought of Gu Yiren's interruption and swallowed it again, only to explain: "I want to thank you in person."
A short silence.
"Maybe they have already left the country," he said. "People didn't end well at that time, and most of them went abroad for asylum."
Fu Tongwen got out of bed to find the thing about trimming his nails. The shirtless man turned his back to her. The sun was shining on the two red marks on his back. When she saw it, he just happened to have sweated over and felt rusty. It hurts, I felt it backhand.
With great interest, he carefully measured the length with his fingertips, and smiled at her: "He also said that he would trim his nails for fear of scratching you. It seems that he was worrying too much." While talking, he found a nail clipper. , Squeezed in the palm of his hand.
I don't know which detail I thought of just now in Yuan's dream, and the smile grew thicker.
Because of Germany's defeat again, Fu Dongwen was in a very good mood.
Before dinner, he turned the fresh vegetables into the sink in the kitchen, insisting to make a dish for everyone. Apart from toasting bread and frying steak, even Tan Qingxiang didn't see him making any decent things in the kitchen, so they all gathered inside and outside the kitchen door to watch him.
Cut sharp pepper, cucumber, and green onion into shreds, cut coriander into sections, mix with salt, vinegar, and sugar, and pass it to Shen Xi.
Shen Xi tasted it and it tasted good.
"Tiger dishes, dishes made for appetizers." He offered treasures.
Everyone tasted a round and went to Peide's place, was so spicy that tears welled up, took a small breath, and complained to Tan Qingxiang a series of complaints.
"She said she will get appendicitis if she eats it again."
"What does this have to do with the cecum..." Even Wan An knew how to question.
Everyone laughs.
The phone rang, Tan Qingxiang answered and called Fu Dongwen to go.
"Go and wait for him. I guess he will find you after he hangs up." Tan Qingxiang came out again, his face full of spring breeze.
What's the good thing?
Shen Xi was suspicious, and went to the room on the first floor. The telephone was on the apricot-colored mahogany wooden table. Before she moved in, she was at the door. After she moved in, Fu Dongwen was afraid that the phone would noisy her late at night, so he asked people to move to the window. Looking at his back beside the blue curtain, Shen Xi happened to hang up the phone and turned around. The sunlight was divided into pieces by the fence outside the window and fell on the floor.
"Mr. Tan said, you will want to find me when you hang up," she was surprised, "Whose call?"
Fu Dongwen smiled around the corners of his eyes.
"Is there something good?" She was even stranger.
"It's the news from Dong Lin."
Little fifth master? "Where? What kind of news? Third brother, don't laugh, just say it."
"In the Changsha hospital, I don't know how it was sent there."
"Is it hurt? Where did it hurt?"
"The phone said it was a leg injury." The good news came all of a sudden, and he didn't get much news. "I have asked someone to charter a train and I will be in Shanghai within a few days. Wait two more days, at most three days..."
Fu Dongwen repeated: "At most three days."
It is rare for him to repeat the same sentence over and over again to affirm the truth of the good news.
Shen Xi and Xiao Wuye have not seen each other a few times. The most impressive thing is that he rushed into the study that night-she opened the heavy cotton curtain, the light in the room shone on his face, and the handsome, white boy was shyly facing him. She laughed, as if the situation was still in sight.
The heat waves come in through the open window, far less than the heat in my heart.
Happiness filled the apartment for three days.
The train scheduled by Fu Tongwen was to arrive in Shanghai at four in the afternoon, and they had already arrived at the station at one point.
There is no shelter from the sun in front of the bare platform,
Shen Xi couldn't open his eyes from the sun, and the light from the intricate railroad tracks was connected into large swaths of dazzling white, as if the sleepers and gravel were not railroad tracks, but a mirror with no end in sight. After standing for a while, she was afraid that he would get heatstroke because of her heat and dizziness, she tricked Fu Dongwen under the shady eaves, playing a fan, but fanning him.
"It's you who are dizzy, why did you fan me?" He took the folding fan and fanned her.
The cool breeze set off her forehead hair, a trace of coolness was no match for the steaming heat.
Shen Xi took the fan back and explained with a guilty conscience: "If you have heat stroke, Mr. Tan will scold me."
She fanned the wind tightly, pulling up his shirt on his back to make him more comfortable.
"It's good for heatstroke. Being a patient has the beauty of being a patient. Xiucai is thirsty and urgently needs help, but he went downstairs late in the setting sun," he said, "Does Yang Yang remember? It was in the fold of Guanghe Building?"
She smiled embarrassedly and kicked his leather shoes.
Of course remember, this is the word in the play that the show eagerly wants a bridal chamber.
If you don’t stop him anymore, I’m afraid the next sentence will be "Shen Shenyu falls after dusk"...
Fu Dongwen’s people stood on both sides of the shade, unable to hear the detailed dialogue between them, just looking at the inscribed folding fan between the two, you take it back, I grab it, what is it for? ? No one can understand the doorway, but they also understand that San Ye is making fun of Miss Shen.
This marriage is really near.
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The previous chapter is too serious, this chapter explains the vest hahaha.
Around the time of 1910s, China did not have Bra, it was Western. There are all kinds of vests in China, which are a little bracing. Later, bra became popular in the 1920s because at that time, our entire society was advocating Western mimi culture... The ups and downs of the mimi culture in Greater China is actually very fun, and there will be opportunities to talk later. It is estimated that there is no chance in this article hahahaha.
But imagine that the vest is pretty good, just a layer of cloth... Well, third brother is blessed...