Chapter 3: Half barrel of sake this morning (1)

Regardless of her Western education for several years, in her heart, there is still a teenage girl in a quiet corner in Guangdong, holding a scroll in a country house, watching her second and fourth elders play against each other. The girl was hidden deep in memory, and Shen Xi usually couldn't see her, but when Fu Tong showed up, "she" also came out, all gestures were very gentle.
Shen Xi lowered his eyes and whispered: "San Ye."
Fu Dongwen's gaze shifted, and he agreed, "Just call the third brother outside," he finished speaking, and then went to the people next to him to say, "This place is no better than Beijing. It's called Miss Shen."
The third brother invisibly narrowed the distance.
"I went to study schoolwork with my classmates last night, and came back at dawn, so it was late." She explained.
Fu Tongwen put his hands on his cheeks and smiled, "I know."
What do you know?
Do you know that she is fascinated with schoolwork, or do you know that she studied with classmates last night?
The doctor is also an old acquaintance, smiled and stretched out his right hand to her: "Miss Shen."
Shen Xi's mind was still floating, and if he didn't respond in time, the doctor couldn't withdraw his hand.
When she woke up, she was even more embarrassed.
"Qing Xiang, do you know why she ignored you?" Fu Tongwen kindly resolved the embarrassment with a slight smile, "It's the etiquette that the woman stretches out her hand first. I think you have forgotten your form."
A man with glasses beside Fu Dongwen also smiled: "Yes, don't say you spent time abroad with us," the man teased, "Miss Shen, drop your hands quickly and embarrass him."
Hang down? She has no idea.
"That is, I haven't seen him kiss anyone before and opened our eyes."
As everyone laughed, Shen Xi understood this, and subconsciously put both hands behind him, for fear that the doctor would really give a kiss. The doctor was embarrassed. Looking at her small gestures that she was afraid of avoiding, he smiled bitterly. He rolled up his shirt cuffs angrily, and made a posture of beating people: "You elder brothers from a family like to tease. Girl."
The man with glasses swept Fu Dongwen with his eyes: "Qing Xiang, you are wrong again. San Ye prefers to snuggle up to the red and Yi Cui, and doesn't like to tease the good girl, especially this woman is her own."
Everyone laughed again.
Fu Tongwen was lazy to deal with these words and didn't refute it. Instead, he said: "You people, don't bully Tan Qingxiang. Honestly, he doesn't talk a lot. He is a man with a deep thought and is very creative."
The man with glasses is busy taking off his hat: "Brother Tan, offended."
The doctor shook his head helplessly again: "No matter, I can't provoke you."
Shen Xi looked at him in this full of laughter.
The man with glasses noticed it, moved his elbow on the table, and deliberately bumped into Fu Dongwen's forearm, smiled narrowly, and cast a wink: reminding him that this "younger and sister" was looking at him.
As soon as Fu Tongwen raised her eyes, she immediately lowered her head to look at the high-heeled shoes under her feet.
Looking at each other innocently, in the eyes of these broad and young people, they became eye contact, and they were still ashamed to talk.
At the beginning, the rumors about the Fourth Young Lady and Fu Sanye were true or false. Everyone has heard of it. As soon as I saw it today, I became addicted to watching Fengyue. I'm afraid, is that marriage really a cover?
The few brothers were laughing, tacitly.
The man wearing glasses sat up straight: "How did Miss Shen met San Ye back then?"
"I……"
Shen Xi was asked why he had to ask Third Master, shouldn't it be how to get acquainted with Fourth Master?
Fu Tongwen did not give them a chance to snoop: "Let's go away."
He issued an eviction order.
After the master had spoken, everyone could not delay any longer, and they said goodbye. Before leaving, there were still people whispering with Fu Dongwen, the people here are too outgoing, there is noisy, but there is no beautiful woman who can give people a glimpse of the breathtaking and breathtaking. The man asked about Fu Dongwen's return date, but Fu Dongwen was unclear, waved his hand and drove him away.
In the end, only Fu Tongwen and the doctor were left, as well as a servant who followed from home, a young man of the same age as Shen Xi.
The vacant room at the end of the corridor on the second floor has been cleaned up. Fu Tongwen enters the room and rests, and Shen Xi follows in step by step under his instruction. After the doctor gave him a shot, he wrapped the discarded needles and medicine box in waste paper and took it out. Shen Xi didn't have a chance to glance at what medicine it was.
There were only two people left in the room.
Fu Dongwen sat at the table next to the window and the bed, flipping through yesterday's newspaper.
"This morning, I received a letter from the third brother," Shen Xi stood in front of him, like a child waiting for his schoolwork to be checked, "July 7th, you said you want to go to England."
Fu Dongwen put the newspaper on, thinking about it.
"I also wrote you a letter in July. I want to ask if I want to continue reading." Shen Xi was swinging on a swing when he was young, and his heart would float up suddenly. "You didn't reply, and I can't delay any longer. I have already chosen a new course."
She didn't stop and wanted to say more.
Fu Tongwen raised his hand and silently cut her off: "The war broke out in Europe, but it hasn't affected London, but I was afraid that it would be difficult to leave after fighting for a long time. So, I came here first."
Shen Xi said softly "Ah", "I heard that there is a war over there."
No matter how naive she was, she would never think that the third master came to visit her.
What Fu Dongwen said was mentioned in the newspaper, and the classmates also discussed it.
Misfortune came from Serbia, and Germany, Austria, Britain, France and Russia were all involved. She didn't guess at the time, and the battle intensified. Many years later, this war was called the Great War. The First World War sent Fu Dongwen to New York and brought it to her. Without this war, how could Fu Dongwen reach the United Kingdom and then rush to the United States? Naturally, everything after that is gone. Good luck often tricks people, but this time is a good thing.
"Then your trip to England was delayed?" she asked.
"It's to treat the disease," Fu Dongwen said calmly, "it's the same in America."
Shen Xi nodded: "It's good to come here, and the doctors here are also very good."
Another silly sentence.
The hatchback is quiet.
Fu Tongwen lowered his eyes, turned the newspaper to the back, folded it in half, held it with both hands, and looked seriously.
With the light of the desk lamp, she quietly studied his changes over the past three years, thinner and sharper. Shen Xi's childhood cheeks were round and baby-faced, so people who felt thin and soft-faced were good-looking. Of course, San Ye's appearance was not her turn to make a conclusion.
Fu Tongwen kept his eyes on the newspaper and suddenly said, "Come here at nine o'clock tonight, I have something to say to you."
She blurted out and asked: "Tonight?"
Fu Dongwen did not deny it.
At dinner, Wanfeng and Gu Yiren showed up.
These years under the same roof, the three of them are used to talking gossip at dinner, but tonight is an exception. Only the soft noise of the collision of the dishes and chopsticks is full of thoughts and pretending to be totally fine. No matter how good the relationship between Wanfeng and her is, she said a lot of private words, but she never mentioned why she would take care of her. The same is true for Shen Xi. One is that his life is at stake, and the other is that he is afraid of hurting Fu Dongwen.
At half past eight, she flipped through the notes in her hand, feeling uneasy.
Nine o'clock is a time that is not embarrassing or embarrassing, and they have not slept yet. If you were hit by Wanfeng and Gu Yiren, you might have missed Fu Dongwen's affairs. She thought that there was a bag of dried longan in the kitchen cabinet. She couldn't bear to eat it on weekdays. She wanted to use it to refresh her energy before the exam. But when she thought of Fu Dongwen's journey here by boat, she felt that it should be used by him.
It just so happened to find an excuse for him.
Without further delay, Shen Xi went to the kitchen to find the dried dried longan in the bag, and found the egg, and cooked the longan according to the memory method. The pot was boiling, and she looked at the clock in the living room frequently, and her mind was on the fire, but not on the fire. She risked to burn the dried longan. Busy to pour the roasted longan into a bowl, look at the grandfather clock, there are still two minutes before nine o'clock.
Putting on the cloth and holding the bowl, she moved small steps to the second floor.
Outside the door, no one was guarding unexpectedly.
"Brother." She lowered her voice.
The door was opened.
It was actually Wanfeng.
Not surprisingly, Wanfeng took the bowl from her with a smile, and complained softly: "It seems that you are only willing to take this good thing to San Ye."
Shen Xi couldn't figure out the situation, did not speak, and followed into the room.
In the study, there is not only Wanfeng, but also Gu Yiren. Gu Yiren looked like a junior, no longer laughing and standing in front of Fu Dongwen. The smell of burning longan quickly spread, and Wanfeng put the bowl on the table: "This is in the private collection of Shen Xi. We don't let us touch it on weekdays, because it is used to hang up the spirit of the exam."
Fu Tongwen shifted his eyes to see the egg flower floating on the water: "I only burned this bowl?"
Shen Xi was ashamed: "I don't know, the two of them are here."
Gu Yiren and Wanfeng looked at each other and laughed.
Fu Tongwen pondered for a moment, and calmly picked up the bowl: "Sit all three of you."
The two were not polite, and agreed to move the chairs in the house.
Except for Fu Dongwen's possession, one for each person, just one hand less. Naturally, Wanfeng and Gu Yiren dared not sit on the bed, and sat down on their own, pretending to be fine. Shen Xi was embarrassed because of the sudden presence of two more people. At this time, facing the situation of no chairs, she was even more entangled. She hesitated whether to sit with Wanfeng, and was afraid of showing disrespect to Fu Dongwen.
"I'll go out and bring a chair." She finally made up her mind.
Fu Dongwen didn't care much, referring to the copper bed: "Sit on the bed."
Shen Xi was still hesitating, but everyone was waiting for her, and they didn't have much tweaking, so they sat down.
Just next to the edge, not willing to sit down.
Before this conversation, Shen Xi was still speculating that what Fu Tongwen and Wanfeng were going to talk about was Fengya. Unexpectedly, it was also asking about their schoolwork. The two were very disciplined in one question and one answer, and Shen Xi gradually heard some of the stories behind it.
Over the past few years, most of the overseas students in the United States have been admitted to the Boxer Indemnity Scholarship, and very few of them are funded at home.
Speaking of the origin of this scholarship, Gu Yiren once sighed with emotion. The Eight-Power Allied Forces burned, killed and plundered, but in the end they wanted China to lose money. At that time, the envoy to the United States lobbied various countries and demanded some compensation. The United States specifies that the refund should be spent on students studying in the United States. Only after this scholarship was the Tsinghua Academy was established and the publicly sent overseas students were sent.
When Gu Yiren said this, his expression was complicated. He was fortunate for the hard-studied students and mourned for the troubled family and country.
Shen Xi naturally guessed that Gu Yiren was also a member of the Gengzi's indemnity overseas students, and the graceful style and foreign style were more like home aid. But tonight, it was all overturned.
Of these two people, one was a young lady from a small official's house in the late Qing Dynasty, whose father was convicted and exiled to the border, and the other was a descendant of a loyalist who was beheaded during the Reform Movement of 1898. Both of them were sent here with Fu Dongwen's funding.
Like her, there is no difference.
Perhaps the only difference is that due to the critical situation, she was simply assigned to the Fu family by the third master.
But from beginning to end, Fu Dongwen didn't mention Shen Xi's identity as a cover-up or protection. He did not say, Shen Xi could only remain silent, listening to the two men sighing with emotion from the grace of the third master, in order to achieve today's achievements. In the eyes of Wanfeng and Gu Yiren, Shen Xi is still the fourth youngest grandmother of the Fu family.
After Wanfeng and Gu Yiren finished speaking, Fu Dongwen touched the porcelain bowl in front of him with the back of his hand.
"Is it cold?" Wanfeng asked.
Fu Dongwen shook his head and asked Shen Xi, "Is there a spoon?"
Shen Xi immediately stood up: "I'll get it."
Fu Dongwen stood up on the table with his hands in his hands, "Sit for a long time, and people will be exhausted."
So Fu Tongwen went to the kitchen with her, and Shen Xi brought the bowl of longan.
Wanfeng and Gu Yiren thought that they were "family members", so they went back to their rooms separately.
Under the lamp, Shen Xi found him a spoon, put it in a porcelain bowl, and handed it to him.
Fu Dongwen leaned on a clean place and stirred the dried longan with a spoon: "I had this last time, I was under ten years old."
Unexpectedly, Shen Xi didn't expect that he would chat with himself, and responded vaguely: "I was in Guangdong."
Fu Tongwen was very interested and wandered around: "In the evening, you said, what do you want to eat Chinese food?"
He actually remembered that sentence.
"I bought a pot a few days ago and wanted to make a first-class pot. Have you heard of it? The food is laid out. From top to bottom, there are hoofs, chicken, and vegetables. But here I have chosen to read agronomy, vegetable varieties and China Different, you may have to pick different dishes to cook, but the meat is almost the same," Shen Xi sighed, "I came here to realize that the meat that foreigners and Chinese eat is the same, and livestock is the same."
"Do you think the cows here have six legs?" Fu Dongwen asked back.
Shen Xi acquiesced to his stupidity, and then said: "Continue to talk about that. Some international students told me that this is a hodgepodge. They said it was almost such a big pot in their hometown."
Shen Xi gestured with both hands, about two feet in diameter.
"Similar to stir-fried chowder?" Fu Dongwen was guessing a Cantonese dish.
"No, this one I said is boiled, and the water is still boiling."
The young man waiting outside finally couldn't help himself, and he took the sentence hardly: "Our hometown calls this a'family portrait', and it's not a rare thing. You can also put clams and eggs, meat and vegetables, different places," said. When Fu Dongwen lowered his head to eat longan, she could only hear the voice blame, "San Ye had eaten it early."
So that's the case.
Fu Dongwen had known what it was, but followed her, pretending to be wrong.
Shen Xi pursed the corner of his mouth.
"Why didn't you say it?" Fu Tongwen looked back at her.
"Three brothers..."
"What?" Fu Tongwen turned his face, trying to hear what she was going to say.
But it was this attitude of accommodating her words that cut off her words again, the lamp was half-bright, and so were his eyes.
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I saw the tall buildings you built haha, I'm ashamed, I am also a face-control + voice-control for words, so I have two tong tongs, and the writing is good and the reading is good, meaning let it go with the wind hahaha