The Twelve Years: Song of the Unsung Friends

Everyone wanted to persuade her, but couldn't find a reason. Even the table next door and the waiter are looking around here.

The people who come to this western restaurant are all celebrities in the society, who are well-educated and well-educated. Even if the grief comes from it, it will only stop with tears in the eyes, hanging.

Shen Xi's crying method is extremely rare on such occasions.

"Yiren..." She wiped away her tears with the palm of her hand and looked at Gu Yiren.

Gu Yiren wanted to talk. A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes passed by here, as if looking for his friend, but suddenly he held Gu Yiren's shoulder with his right hand. The dark muzzle was behind his head.

Almost at the same time, two young people at the adjacent table noticed that the situation had changed. As soon as they took the action of drawing a knife and gun, they were pointed at with gunpoints by the six people who followed, motioning them to sit down. After all, they are hot-blooded young people. Compared with the people that Fu Dongwen has followed all the year round, both their alertness and mentality are far different. After they were restrained, their complexion changed drastically, and they saw that they turned from pale to dead gray.

"San Ye." The man headed whispered to him, gratefully glanced at him.

Fu Dongwen nodded lightly.

Someone began to search the three young men.

Someone greeted the owner of the western restaurant, and all the guests in the restaurant were politely searched and asked to go out.

Two guns and a knife were placed on the long table, and the surrounding air was completely frozen.

From Gu Yiren's unkind people, destroying the atmosphere, to Shen Xi mentioning the good news of the engagement, crying to resolve Gu Yiren's misunderstanding of Fu Dongwen, everyone thinks the situation is developing towards a good place. But no one expected that Gu Yiren also brought people, swords and guns...

Gu Yiren had nothing to say, he kept staring at Shen Xi.

He was always paying attention to Fu Dongwen's actions, only thinking that Shen Xi suddenly said the news of the engagement to resolve his indifference to Fu Dongwen. He thought that every word of Shen Xi seemed to be from the heart, it was a friend who recounted the past, was accusing him of ingratitude, was trying to redeem his old feelings, and was acknowledging reason and moving affection.

Even just now he gave birth to a wave of thoughts-

But even when she finally called her own name and looked at herself, it was also to identify him to Fu Dongwen.

Shen Xi's eyes were red with tears still, and his heart was undiminished.

The best friends of the past, today are relatives...

Fu Tongwen took out a handkerchief from the inner pocket of his suit, wiped her tears, and joked in a low voice: "It's not a big deal, it's a joke to cry to such a degree."

The handkerchief was stuffed into her hand.

"Put away the gun." He ordered.

Everyone fired their guns, but they were all ready to guard these three people.

Fu Dongwen sat upright and looked at Gu Yiren: "You and I haven't seen you in years. Unexpectedly, it was such an opening."

"I am ungrateful today. If you want to kill the third master, you will kill it," Gu Yiren looked back.

Fu Dongwen nodded to make him ask.

"In the past Sanye taught me to save the country, but now you are watching the warlord's civil war, but you are still supporting the warlord and declaring war on Germany... Sanye, why on earth?"

Fu Dongwen did not answer.

He waved to the restaurant owner who was watching from a distance, and pointed to the long table.

The boss immediately called the waiter and brought the cake and coffee they had just ordered. Fu Dongwen patiently waited for the waiter to put the things in place, then personally put a cup of coffee in front of Gu Yiren, and said: "Since the Revolution of 1911, I have stopped worrying about politics. There is no support. Whoever is against whom is just doing business and doing business."

This is what Fu Dongwen used to say to outsiders, and it was the same for his brother back then, and it is still the same for Gu Yiren today.

It is not helpful to say that it is not a life and death brother who is fighting together.

At the end of a word, Fu Tongwen said again: "But your behavior today is out of line. As someone who has passed by, San Ye has to remind you: The way is different and you don't want to conspire, but the way is different and should not be a capital crime." He said regretfully, "In the past, Mr. Song was assassinated. You once wrote me a letter, telling Qianxing in tears. But today you have to do the same thing. San Ye also wants to ask you, Yiren, whether you Deviated from the previous ideal?"

Gu Yiren was asked.

"What's your second question?" Fu Dongwen asked.

Quiet for a moment.

Gu Yiren asked: "Back then, San Ye sent me to study abroad. Three of the 14 people who accompanied me died of their family members during the Reform Movement of 1898. San Ye, Yiren wanted to die to understand, does the death of our family have anything to do with your Fu family? You worked so hard to find us and support us to study abroad. Is it because of this?"

Fu Jia...Shen Xi looked at him next to him from his side.

He didn't deny it right away, could it be true?

Gu Yiren was waiting for him, so was Shen Xi, as well as Wanfeng and everyone present.

Fu Dongwen sipped his coffee one mouthful, until he saw the bottom, revealing the original color of the white porcelain cup, he finally put the coffee cup back into the tray: "It is related to the Fu family."

This is his answer.

Shen Xi's heart stabbed.

He only said "Fu Family", but didn't specify who it was. Is this to be borne by himself? Or did he think that everything the Fu family did could not be related to him? Can the Fu family shackles on his heart and body be taken off in this lifetime?

"Gu Yiren, you know what kind of family the Fu family is like from the beginning," he blurted out in a straightforward manner, "You can't throw all your resentment on San Ye because he is surnamed Fu."

"Is it clear?" Gu Yiren asked back.

"Of course it can be distinguished, the wronged one is—"

"That's because you are a bystander," Gu Yiren simply let go of the questioning, "You are not the one who stabbed you, and you are not the one who bleeds. You are sitting here drinking coffee and eating cake, and you are naturally relaxed. ."

"Yiren," Wanfeng argued, "my father was also wronged and died on the road during exile."

"The person who harmed him is dead. If the Fu family sent your father into exile, would you still say that?"

Fu Dongwen raised his hand to stop Wanfeng.

This is a controversy that will not have a result. People in the game are detached from thinking about it, and it makes sense if they can't.

People on the outside... just as Gu Yiren said, it is not you who bleeds, it is not you who stabbed you, and it is not your close relative who died. They are all talking without pain and boasting of reason.

Fu Tongwen stared at Gu Yiren, a young man who had been in New York and drunk and uttered to him, "Yiren will serve his country throughout his life."

He slowly took out his wallet from his suit, took out a few paper bills, and put them on the table: "I am a law-abiding businessman. All three of you will be handed over to the patrol room in the French Concession for fair treatment."

This is announcing the death penalty, and the patrol room is the darkest, the forces of the Green Gang.

Gu Yiren knew that many of Fu Dongwen's businesses in Shanghai were given shares to the youth gang. After he arrived in Shanghai, the three bosses also had casual meals with him. He gave the person who wanted to kidnap himself to the patrol room? Isn't it just hinting to deal with it?

Ever since he knew that Fu Dongwen came to Shanghai, he had troubles day and night.

On the one hand thinking of the past kindness and righteousness, the fire burns the heart, on the other hand, thinking of the road of revolution, even the father and son become enemies, what is he here. Kindness and ideals are two knives, both cutting his flesh, but in the matter of kidnapping Fu Dongwen, only he can win. On the way here, he shook, hoping to see Fu Dongwen's guards beside him, but no, the chance of success has increased, but he did not have the slightest joy...

If Fu Dongwen was not in his opposing camp, he would want to ask the third master for help. In the face of righteousness and kindness, how would he choose? It’s good to pay with fate and end up clean.

Gu Yiren's eyes darkened, he slowly closed his eyes and leaned on the bench.

Fu Tongwen left the table and took Shen Xi's coat in his hands: "Everyone, there are still important things to do today, so I won't keep them."

He was saying goodbye in dignity, ending this sad old friend reunion.

There were four of the seven people around, guarding the three young people.

When Shen Xi followed him out of the revolving door and went outside, Fu Dongwen whispered to let people pass a message to the people in the patrol room, not to kill the three young people, but the Qing Gang issued a killing order and they must leave Shanghai. Go back to the south.

The rain didn't stop, it was a lot smaller than before.

Shen Xi was depressed, but taking into account his mood, he forced a laugh and stretched out his hand to test the rain: "I think it will stop in about ten minutes." Fu Dongwen was beside her, watching the rain.

"Just now, you were very smart." He said.

Shen Xi shook his head lightly. It was true that she wanted to cry, but after the tears surged, she blessed her soul and did not suppress herself. She just felt that the people around Fu Dongwen had been with him for many years, and they must be very alert. Seeing that she suddenly cried in public, she would always be suspicious. But if it is not as she expected, then she must be like Mr. Tan, desperately protecting him.

"What I said..." she wanted to explain.

"It's all true," he said. Why should she explain?

Fu Dongwen touched her face.

I'm afraid it is her who defends herself today, and in the future...

The person behind opened an umbrella.

"Support Ms. Shen," he instructed, and said to her, "Go slowly and don't get caught in the rain."

After telling Shen Xi, Fu Dongwen walked into the rain.

He was unhappy in his heart, there was nowhere to tell, but he was happy when he was caught in the rain.

The road was washed by rain, full of muddy ditch of different depths. Fu Dongwen wore an off-white suit today, and his trouser legs were all wet without stepping out of ten meters. One is a rich young man who is ruining his suit in the rain and mud regardless of the image of a gentleman, and the other is the young lady behind him, chasing after him with red eyes, her long dress and leather shoes are all thrown into the black mud soup.

Back in the apartment, it was when Tan Qingxiang taught Peide to use chopsticks.

The embarrassment that saw them enter the house, like a scoop of cold water splashed down.

Fu Dongwen threw his shoes and socks on the first floor, and threw his suit and coat at the kitchen door, and went upstairs barefoot. Shen Xi stood downstairs blankly, not knowing whether to catch up. Tan Qingxiang loves to play nonsense on weekdays, but after spending years with Fu Dongwen, he can still feel his temper. It seems that his expression is irritating.

"Didn't you two go to get the clothes? Always going wrong, I am about to have a heart attack." Tan Qingxiang complained.

"Don't ask anymore," she whispered, "Go and boil hot water. I persuade him to take a bath."

This is the most important thing, Fu Dongwen can't get sick.

Tan Qingxiang called Wan'an to boil hot water, Peide probed his head, touched Shen Xi's hair, and stared at her with concern. Shen Xi wanted to appease her, wanted to laugh, but could do nothing. She also took off her shoes and socks and stepped up the stairs barefoot.

The footprints left by Fu Dongwen are pools of water marks on the floor.

She walked around, as if she was afraid of stepping on his feet.

When he entered the room, he saw trousers and waistcoat on the floor. With his long legs and shirt open, he was wiping his body with a towel. When he saw Shen Xi, he waved to her.

Shen Xi went over, he covered his face with a towel, and then his hair.

"Wipe yourself." He said.

Shen Xi took the towel, and he has already begun to take off her sweater and long skirt: "I'll let you boil hot water for you."

"Wan'an is gone," she pulled his wrist, "...you feel upset, tell me a few more words."

Fu Dongwen smiled suddenly and shook his head slightly.

"I shouldn't have let people stay outside." She mentioned about the restaurant.

Looking back now, he was careful, even the seat was picked up by the window, facing the turnstile, and his vision was wide.

"When the matter is over, let it go and don't think about it anymore. But it also wakes me up today," he said. "I thought about it on the way. I was originally going to hold an engagement banquet in Xuyuan, but now it's not working. "

He was afraid of her misunderstanding and explained: "You have to do things in the hospital, unlike ordinary ladies and ladies, only going to fixed entertainment places. We choose a day, have a meal with our family, and let Qingxiang be a witness. Just be engaged."

According to him, it is indeed the safest.

She was also afraid that she would become a threat to him...

"Why don't you speak?" he asked deliberately, "is it too crude?"

She was gloomy: "...you know it's not."

He laughed: "Knowing that you don't dislike it, I still feel wronged."

After thinking about it, he said: "Actually, if you think about it, the third brother is also a poor man. After waiting for half a lifetime and retiring several times, there will be a serious marriage in the end, but he still has to hide," he sighed, "I I'm afraid it's bad luck in marriage, so I have to find a gentleman to calculate it."

Sorrow is full of wit, always thinking about jokes.

"You are a romantic, afraid of not getting married?" She teased him.

"I didn't want this to be given to me by others," he laughed. "Today Yang Yang said it, but it's quite different."

"..."

He lowered his head and looked at her chest-closed waistcoat, which was a simple Chinese style, with a row of small buttons buttoned in front, embarrassing him for a while last night. In the Fu's family, Shen Xi liked to wear western-style corsets, which were made of foreign yarn last time, and this time again.

He fiddled with the button and said, "Last night, I spent a lot of money to solve this god. Yang Yang wears it on weekdays, don't you find it troublesome?"

Shen Xi pushed his hand away and ignored him.

"It's better for foreign yarn, still holding the pipa halfway." He was pointing to the translucent material.

...

"San Ye." Wan An called.

Fu Dongwen helplessly sighed: "The third master of your family has fallen asleep."

Wan An could not figure out what Fu Dongwen meant. After a few seconds of silence, his voice was lowered three times: "Then...Did Miss Shen sleep?"

Shen Xi laughed, took the opportunity to get his clean shirt in the closet, and said back: "You go downstairs and call you when you want to change the water."

"Okay." Wan An answered.

Shen Xi urged Fu Tongwen to wash first, and called Wanan to change the hot water in the bathtub.

She stepped on the water, and tunes began to play in the room. It was Shiro's visit to his mother that she heard last night. She vaguely heard that he was also humming, not like in the day when he was humming. She was so small that she couldn't wake her.

Shen Xi sat in the water, soaked the white towel in the water, softly lifted up a puff of water, and washed his shoulders.

Across two doors, he was humming: "I am like a bird in a cage with wings that are difficult to spread. I am like a shallow water dragon trapped on the beach. I am like a wild goose flying away from the group. I am like a tiger falling on a mountain in Pingchuan..."

Tiredness brings fatigue, and fatigue brings injury.

In the midst of her entanglement, she seemed to see a young man sitting in front of the vermilion gate of Che Bibi and Ma Xiaoxiao. Behind the gate was the wine mist and tea smoke, the stage was built high, but in front of the door were the bones of the grassy people and the beacon. Mountains and rivers.