[Comprehensive classics] Let Gao Leng learn the language

The Buchanans' residence in East Egg is exquisite, a delightful red and white villa.The building is in the architectural style of King George's colonial rule, facing the sea and overlooking the bay.The lawn stretched from the beach to the front door for a quarter of a mile, past sundials, brick walks, and blooming flower beds, and at last, near the house, a line of green vines floated up the side of the wall, all the way to Climb up, unstoppable.The front of the house is a row of French windows, which now reflect a shimmering golden light, and open to the warm afternoon wind.

Ms. Gao Leng is not in the mood to appreciate this beautiful island in the blue sea.

She sat on the sofa with a cold expression, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

The lady next to her, stretched out on the other side of the sofa, was Baker, Daisy's friend.

Her chin was raised slightly, as if there was something on it, and she didn't move, for fear that something might fall from her chin.

Although her body has been in a state of stillness, the wind blowing in from the half-opened window kept rolling the curtains towards the ceiling, and their skirts fluttered like curtains, and her thoughts were precisely because of Daisy's current state of mind. Abnormalities keep floating, as if they want them to form a net, so as to snare the mystery for her.

Suddenly, there was a "bang", and the curtains obediently withdrew their hands reaching for the ceiling, and their skirts also obediently stuck to their knees and feet.

It turned out that Tom, who greeted Nick outside the villa, had already entered the house and closed the back window.

Baker's mind was brought back from a distant place, and she remained motionless, as if on a constant mission to keep the thing from her chin from falling.

Nick, the guest, was taken aback by her preoccupation and wanted to say sorry for the interruption.

"Long time no see, Nick, how are you doing?"

Ms. Gao Leng stood up, walked towards him, and shook his hand politely.

Then tell him the woman on the couch is named Baker.

Baker's lips moved, and he nodded to Nick so slightly that it was almost imperceptible, and then continued in his own way.

"I've had a lot of people in Chicago ask me to say hi," Nick said.

"I'm doing well. If you don't plan to settle here all the time, don't bother to tell me about my situation when you pass by next time."

"That's such a pity, they miss you so much. The whole city is miserable, the left rear wheels of all the cars are painted black as mourning garlands, and the wailing continues all night in the north of the city near the lake."

"What a pity, lucky to be their friend."

Ms. Gao Leng's tone and expression were quite different from Daisy's usual appearance.

Daisy is not so polite, she will definitely yell to go back to Chicago immediately, she will talk a lot of nonsense, she doesn't play the cards according to the rules, and now Ms. Gao Leng plays a regular hand, but calls Tom and the others couldn't understand.

Tom Buchanan has been walking back and forth restlessly in the room. Ms. Gao Leng's attitude is like a wall separating him from her. His analytical ability tries to climb over the wall to find out what's going on, but his mind He didn't understand his anxiety. He couldn't figure out what was going on with his wife Daisy.

Could it be that she finally couldn't stand his mistress, who was already secretly planning something against him?

The thought strained his whole nerves, his steps were heavy and flustered, and cold sweat broke out on his brow.

This emotion originally hung over his head like a dark cloud, but his arrogant personality blew the dark cloud away like a gust of wind.

He put aside his fidgeting for a moment, walked over to Nick, and put his hands on his shoulders, his muscles undulating in his ostentatious riding clothes.

"What are you doing, Nick?"

His voice was harsh and hoarse. Ms. Gao Leng hadn't gotten used to it after listening to it for a whole day. She always felt that the voice was like the sound of sawing wood, which was boring and boring. What's more, she knew the details of this man. The annoying image has doubled here.

"I'm doing securities."

"With whom?"

Nick told him.

"Never heard of them," said Tom firmly.

A shadow of displeasure flitted across Nick's face, and he said curtly, "You'll hear. You'll stay East and you'll hear."

"I'll stay, don't worry," said Tom, casting a quick, wary glance at Ma'am Glenn, "I'd be a complete fool to stay anywhere else!"

"Absolutely!"

Baker spoke suddenly, and her sudden utterance startled Nick, who had been used to her being motionless and silent.

She yawned and stood up sharply.

She was slender and erect.

"I'm so stiff," she complained, "I don't know how long I've been lying on the couch."

Ms. Gao Leng pretended not to hear.

At this moment, a servant brought four cocktails from the dining room.

"No, thank you," Baker said, "I'm in serious training!"

Tom looked at her in disbelief, and he drank his own in one gulp, saying, "You're training! I can't see how you got it done."

Baker was pale and charming, with a look of disdain on her sullen face, and she asked Nick dismissively, "You live in West Egg? I know a guy over there."

"I don't know anyone—"

"You must know Gatsby!"

"Gatsby?" Ms. Gao Leng took the opportunity to ask, "Which Gatsby?"

At this moment, the servant announced that dinner was served.

The topic that Ms. Gao Leng wanted to extend was interrupted.

Tom took Nick's arm and pushed him as effortlessly as a flag on a chessboard from square to square.

Baker and Ms. Gao Leng walked behind. Baker observed Ms. Gao Leng from the corner of her eye from time to time. She had been observing Ms. Gao Leng in amazement all day. cave.

They went out onto the rose-colored porch, which looked out into the setting sun, and four candles were lit on the dining table, flickering in the still wind.

After she was seated, Ms. Gao Leng stared at the candlelight in a trance, and her mind also drifted. She was thinking about how to bring out Gatsby's topic again.

"We should have a plan." Baker suggested, yawning.

"Yes," Ms. Gao Leng greeted, "the longest day of the year will be in two weeks, how should I spend the day! I haven't played with Xieger yet! Is it fun there? Nick."

"The most magnificent villa there is Gatsby's villa, which is across the sea from yours. Banquets are often held there."

"Gatsby? Gatsby again? Who is he?"

asked Tom in a dismissive, contemptuous tone.

"A rich man, others say he is a murderer!"

When Baker said this, she looked mysterious, as if she had all the evidence of this matter.

"Well, a murderer?" said Tom.

He is pretentious and arrogant.

Ms. Gao Leng really can't stand him like this.

At this time, the housekeeper came.He leaned close to Tom's ear and said something in a low voice.

Tom frowned when he heard this, pushed back his chair, stood up, looked at his wife unexpectedly, saw that she didn't respond, and walked into the room without saying a word.

The caller was from a mistress he had in New York. He was looking for passion everywhere, but he was indifferent to his beautiful wife.

Ms. Gao Leng knew the whole story completely, and she didn't care about Tom going to answer the phone.

Baker thought she would at least come in and have a fight with him when she couldn't take it anymore.

She acted too calmly, too coldly, to be a wife.

The atmosphere was surprisingly quiet, and no one made a sound at the dinner table.

Ms. Gao Leng didn't know how to start, and Baker was surprised by her reaction.

Nick didn't know what happened, but felt a strange feeling. Out of kindness, he said, "Gatsby is my neighbor."

Baker had been surprised for a day, but now her sensibility became numb, she said: "I went to his banquet, and at night, his villa was brightly lit, it was very beautiful!"

"Is it as beautiful as our villa?" Ms. Gao Leng put on the arrogance that belonged to Daisy.

Her reaction reassured Baker. Baker said: "Gatsby's place has a lot of celebrities walking around, it's very happy and lively."

"celebrity?"

"Yes, celebrities from all walks of life!"

"I'm curious! Nick, is she right?"

Nick replied, "I haven't been to his party yet."

"Then tell me after you've been there! If it's really as good as Baker said, I'd like to go for a walk."

At this time, Tom came back.

Their conversation ended strangely.

Before he sat down, he looked at Ms. Gao Leng again. There was no sullen expression on her face, but he felt worried.

"She should be angry at least for a while," he thought.

But until the meal was over, Nick left, and Baker went upstairs to rest, her expression did not change.

A wave of dejection rose from his worries.

He didn't understand his sudden surge of emotion.

Since he didn't notice any danger, he went upstairs to sleep with peace of mind.

As for Ms. Gao Leng, she won't sleep in the same bed with this person.

She pretended to be dizzy, had a fever and caught a cold, and slept in another room.

She decides to pretend to be sick and get in touch with Gatsby as soon as possible.

The author has something to say: it is still today.