Chapter 17: Not showing love (3)

Three days later, the patient left.
The captain invited a priest on the boat. At the small funeral, the priest said: "He was taken back by the Lord, and he is now with the Lord. He no longer experiences the temptations we are going to experience, no more tears, sickness, and death— "
His body was transported off the ship the next day and buried in a foreign land.
This is the first farewell.
A month later, the sniper got off the ship.
Two months later, the ship is already in China's waters, first to Guangzhou, and then north to Shanghai.
It was already mid-July.
Since last night, there has been heavy rain.
Until the early morning, there was never a break.
The frosted glass in the restaurant was rumbled, not like rain, but like dense bullets. At this point, most of the first-class and first-class guests disembarked, and the tables around were empty, and the waiter dutifully replaced the flowers on each table. At this table, Tan Qingxiang stretched out his hand and took the flowers, looking like he was going to work for others.
Never thought, the flower in his hand would be handed to his girlfriend in the next moment: "Send you."
The girlfriend had been with him for many days, learned simple Chinese, blushed, and accepted: "Thank you."
Shen Xi looked sideways.
Tan Qingxiang pretended to frown: "I'm saying goodbye to her."
"She is going to disembark? Today? She is disembarking in Guangzhou?" Shen Xi asked three times.
Seeing this girl never get off the ship, she thought that their love had overcome everything and had entered the Chinese waters. Why did they have to partake in Guangzhou? Tan Qingxiang took off his glasses, wiped the glass lens with the dining cloth, and did not answer. That girlfriend didn't understand such complicated words, so naturally he wouldn't answer.
Fu Dongwen took out his pocket watch and looked at it, "Are you going to get off the boat?"
This is Guangzhou, her hometown.
Shen Xi hesitated: "In Guangzhou, I'm not familiar with it, that is, I have been to the 13th line. I have been there and no one can see it."
After his grandfather was not an official, his family was not allowed to do business, but Guangzhou was originally a place where businessmen from all over the world gathered. At that time, it was the only port for foreign trade in the Qing Dynasty. How many mermaid jumped into the sea, from a grassy to a wealthy country. People from other provinces are so attractive, how can the young masters of their province sit still?
However, the splendor of the 13th line was lonely in a fire in Xianfeng in six years.
She later went to the rebuilt place with many shops, but her father said it was far from the original. A few decades ago, Pan, Wu, Lu, and Ye had more property than the imperial court, and they were truly wealthy and invincible.
"Give it one away." Fu Dongwen made a decision for her.
"Well," Shen Xi said with a smile, "I will take you to the thirteenth line."
She saw that the two people who were going to be separated were not in the slightest difference, and she was still wondering, could it be that the girl had changed her mind.
When the boat reached the shore, the girl suddenly broke down and cried, hugging Tan Qingxiang. Tan Qingxiang was holding an umbrella for her to block the rain. Shen Xi looked from behind and couldn’t see Tan Qingxiang’s face, but he could distinguish his movements. The arm that he did not hold the umbrella was raised. Holding her face. Tilt your head, are you kissing?
Tan Qingxiang is considered a well-mannered person, occasionally not forgiving, but never affectionate in front of others.
Shen Xi looked up and moved his steps. Dr. Tan's relatives are also gentlemen, who don't use their tongues, they kiss their lips.
It's really different from Fu Dongwen's...
"It looks good?" Fu Dongwen teased her.
"No...what's so good about this." Shen Xi murmured with his face hot.
Eh? Isn't this in my mouth...
All around were passengers waiting to disembark, some carrying suitcases, and some ladies holding umbrellas and handing their luggage to their servants. Because everyone is walking with each other, there is no such thing as Tan Qingxiang's dewy marriage and temporary goodbyes, so these two have become the scenery of this station in Guangzhou.
But after getting off the boat, the girl was the first to leave.
Tan Qingxiang wiped his lips, wiped off the lipstick remaining on his body, and smiled: "My Tan Qingxiang has fallen off again."
But he was worried, and wanted to give it away again.
The three made an appointment and met at Fu Dongwen's Guangzhou apartment, stayed for two nights, and then boarded the boat.
Thousands of shops in the thirteen lines, most of them do not do business due to heavy rain.
The two had just come from New York again, and were not interested in looking at foreign goods. They negotiated to choose a restaurant and wanted to drink hot tea.
This teahouse was located to the north, and there were not many people at first. In order to avoid the rain, it gradually became noisy. A small teahouse crowded with hundreds of people. From no empty tables to no extra stools, until afterwards everyone stood, the cry of children and the quarrel of people became a mess. There was a lot of trouble.
"It's a sign that the rain hasn't stopped. It's better to go back first," he said.
This was what she proposed, and it was considered an unpleasant itinerary, and she nodded slyly. Fu Dongwen got up, before he had time to pick up the suit, the chair was already occupied.
When we got downstairs, the water had flooded the steps and was half a meter high.
Fortunately, there are rickshaws waiting for business. Someone robbed the car from the west and waved Shen Xi's water with an umbrella. Shen Xi shook his face with dirty water, and watched the wicked go away in shock... Take out the handkerchief and press to wipe off the drops of water. This man... really understands that she wears makeup, she can't wipe it, she can only tap it.
"Here, eat." He laughed.
What to eat Suddenly she understood it again, saying that the lipstick was eroded and it was better to eat it.
Is it ugly? Knowing that it would be such an oolong trip again, she would not wear such delicate makeup. But she had never heard that she wanted to eat it herself. All she could think of was the words that the romantic son went to eat the rouge on the girl's mouth.
Shen Xi bit his lower lip unconsciously.
The kerchief in his hand took the lead and wiped out the remaining red on her lips, revealing the original color: "I told you to laugh."
A rickshaw took a fancy to the outfits of Fu Tongwen and Shen Xi from a distance, and knew they were rich and distinguished, so he greeted his companions, bypassed a few guests, and stood in front of Fu Tongwen. This car is cleaner than the previous one.
"Good luck." She chuckled softly.
"It's not luck, it's just respecting Luoyi first and then respecting others." Fu Tong said leisurely, helping her get into the car.
This is the truth, men in their thirties see more thoroughly than her.
Fu Tongwen gave the address, and the guy from the rickshaw smiled fortunately: "Sir, this place is good. It's a high ground. I came all the way, and many low places were flooded by a meter, so I can't go."
What a bad weather.
It is necessary to bypass the flooded street, and the rickshaw driver has difficulty wading through the water. It was dark before he arrived at his apartment.
The apartment is guarded by an old couple all year round.
Fu Tongwen went to knock on the door, and the old woman who opened the door was surprised to see Fu Tongwen: "Mr. is here in Guangzhou? Don't send a telegram in advance--" The man looked at Shen Xi, his mouth opened and closed twice. , Did not guess how to call it.
"It's Miss Shen." Fu Dongwen confessed.
"Miss Shen is good."
The old woman was very eager to see Fu Dongwen's side, and brought the two in. She kept talking about the seven-day torrential rain in Guangzhou and the breach of the rumored levee. It was really about to flood: "Sir. The time comes, unfortunately."
Shen Xi felt unusual when she said this.
Many daily necessities and food in the living room covered the dark brown wooden furniture. Looking at it this way, she felt that getting off the boat was a wrong decision. Fu Dongwen didn't react on the surface, but after dinner, he didn't see Tan Qingxiang showing up, and he also had anxiety.
The old woman brought a big brass jug and filled the glass on Fu Tong's writing desk: "Miss's room has been cleaned up. You can go to rest." She thought Shen Xi was so late to sleep because of the room. .
Shen Xi said "hmm".
He has to wait for him to sleep before leaving, but he is waiting for Doctor Tan, and he doesn't know when he can relax and go to sleep?
"This is very troublesome," Fu Tongwen rebuffed for her, "Miss Shen slept with me."
...
Shen Xi was embarrassed by what he said, and cut his hand back, trying to go to the window. But the floor that she stepped on made a creaking sound, forcing her to stop moving.
Fu Dongwen was frankly dead, as if he didn't say anything important, and finally smiled at the old woman.
"It's because I didn't think well." The old woman haha, lifted the brass kettle and walked out, but the smile in the folds on her face didn't hide at all. It's so strange that a young master brought a single lady and said that he shouldn't sleep in a bed.
When the servant left, Shen Xi quietly glanced at him: "I'd better go to the guest room."
Fu Tongwen took her hand, led her from the desk, and sat down on the sofa: "Will you listen to the record?"
To avoid him, his usual tricks.
I don't know if it's just for her or the habit developed early.
There was a wax-tube gramophone on the table. The horn was several times larger than the box of the phonograph. It was a bit shocking to face them in the middle of the night under the lamp. Fu Dongwen opened the drawer and picked cylindrical records.
He wants to listen to the play. There is no one here: "I will go downstairs and have a look. There is a new record player."
After a while, the old man wore a coat and came up with a phonograph capable of listening to records in a daze. Fu Dongwen was behind, putting aside the selected vinyl records. The old man said in a low voice that it was because the old couple likes to listen to dramas that they misappropriated San Ye's things.
Fu Tongwen didn't care much: "It will be broken if it is not used for a long time. I am leaving, and you will move on."
When they left, he fiddled.
To get a phonograph with great fanfare, is this a party to watch overnight?
She tugged on the sleeve of his shirt: "I'll keep it." It is not a way for him to survive.
Fu Dongwen didn't look back: "Wait."
He put the record in place, leaned against her, and put his arms behind her shoulders: "Kid Ziyun's Wen Zhaoguan."
Hu Qin suddenly sounded. The people in there are twists and turns, and every sentence is frustrated.
His lightly scratched her shoulders, coming and going, his feet in slippers tapping, looking at the record player. Look from her, there is a light in his eyes.
"Do you do the same in Beijing?"
He was attracted by her voice: "How?"
"So." She pointed to the record player. The Fu Dongwen she knew was a new style man who lived on the sea. In the courtyard of the deep house, he was very shadowy, and he had no specific outline for a long time. He only remembered coughing, rain, and carved lanterns.
He laughed: "I went to Baishun Hutong when I listened to the play. I would feel lonely when I heard it, and my family would think I was sick."
Soaked in sensuality, Fu Lao San is like this.
Under the dim light, he looked at her face and said in a low voice: "When you go back, you will dislike the third brother."
"No." She retorted subconsciously, replying too quickly, showing her impatientness.
Fu Dongwen's face had already come over, he wanted to kiss, but he didn't move.
On the cabinet, there is a clock in the cloisonne-inlaid glass cover, pointing to three o'clock. Ding Dangdang knocked three times.
Such a coincidence made him laugh. This time he changed his tone and relaxed a lot:
It’s also terrible to be disliked by your girlfriend. If you want to break up, don’t say it. Just leave a thought and make me think you will come back. ."
It was the phrase in the record-"I am like a sorrowful goose in the sky, I am like a dragon swimming on a shallow beach..." The words that were pretending to be lonely and pitiful, were even more saddened by this drama.
"...I didn't say to break up." Shen Xi was even more anxious when he said.
Fu Dongwen smiled.
The others got close and wanted to kiss her again.
He immediately became alert to the rush of footsteps from far to near and turned off the phonograph.
Shen Xi was about to get up, but he was pressed on his knees with his hands to stop the movement. Even if the danger comes, she doesn't need a girl to do anything.
The footsteps are near, stop.
"Dong Wen, me." It was Tan Qingxiang.
"Mr. Tan!" Shen Xi happily went to open the door and let people in.
Tan Qingxiang was soaked and covered with mud on his trouser legs. After walking a few steps, he left a few marks. The towel in my hand was probably brought upstairs, wiping my hair and face indiscriminately: "Long Causeway, Xihaokou, Xiaxiguan, and Aokou are all flooded. I paid a big price and let people help me escape. "Yes," he gasped, putting on his glasses, "the floating corpses floated past, it's horrible this flood."
Their luggage was all on the boat, and Shen Xi saw that he couldn't do this, so he went downstairs and asked the old man to get clothes for Tan Qingxiang. Take all the clothes downstairs and wash them first.
When she came back from her busy schedule, Tan Qingxiang put on a gray coat and stepped barefoot on the ground. Funny to death.
"I'm afraid that you are trapped in the thirteenth row. I want to go through it hard. No one will pay any money." Tan Qingxiang had a lingering fear and glanced at his watch. "There was a big fire there. The street was flooded. , Nowhere to escape."
That's too pitiful. The afternoon teahouse crowded many people to avoid the flood...
It's the thirteen lines again, and it's another big fire. She listened in a daze, as if she was her father in front of her. He was talking about the six-year fire in Xianfeng.
The two talked for an hour.
Both Shen Xi and Tan Qingxiang insisted that Fu Tongwen rest first, persuaded people to go to bed, and chatted for a long time outside the door.
Tan Qingxiang concealed the door: "I'll go out to see if I can help."
This is what she wants to do.
But she is a girl, going out late at night, most afraid of not being able to help, and making people remember.
The two finally agreed that when it was dawn, Tan Qingxiang went out to check the water situation, and by the way found a way to inquire about the news of the dock. Shen Xi took a look on the nearby street. But the fact is that after dawn, the first floor has been flooded. The two helped the old couple transfer the food on the first floor to the second floor, then waded through the water on the first floor and left the apartment.
The water flooded the street very deep. "I'll wait for me to check it out first."
Tan Qingxiang went to explore the circle, and there were really low-lying places that escaped, many women, children, and injured people.
"I was thinking about bringing some back, picking women and children, and those who can't stand it." After all, it is unsafe to accept men.
"I'll help you." Shen Xi tied the skirt to his thigh and wanted to go down.
Before the person went down, the old woman chased it out and shook her wrist: "That water is dirty, women can't get in such dirty water."
The old woman is very careful in front of Tan Qingxiang, but if two doctors are together, how can she not know that the woman is afraid of dirt underneath, and Tan Qingxiang can't be trusted alone.
"Let her go." Fu Dong literati stood halfway on the stairs, looking at here.
Old woman: "Sir, you persuade her."
Fu Tongwen smiled: "What Miss Shen likes to do is to leave me behind and save others."
......Not really. Shen Xi hesitated.
He laughed, actually joking.
"I like to see girls from the back," Fu Dongwen turned around, went upstairs, and ordered the old woman, "The kitchen on the first floor is flooded. We need to get hot water to help these two doctors."
This is like expressing his heart.
In July 1915, Guangzhou suffered the largest flood peak in two hundred years, called the "Yimao Flood", with a population of 3.78 million affected. Guangzhou has four meters of street flooding. On July 13, the thirteenth line caught fire in the flood, burning down 2,000 merchants, and thousands of dead, not counting the wounded.
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I accidentally deleted the remarks... and added
San Ye didn’t get jealous from start to finish, and he wasn’t having a little temper before... He is over 30 And how could he be jealous of the wounded... He is a man with great love... Sweat