hate farewell thirteen

In 33, the [-]rd year of Guangxu.

The waves hit the hull, creating white flowers and ripples.Song Shuman stayed abroad for two years, and returned to China this time for the purpose of Qingmei's marriage.She and Xu Qingmei were childhood playmates, and they got tired of peeing together.

Song Shuman's circle of friends is very small, and she can count her friends on her fingers, and the rest of the "friends" are just superficial.It's just that Song Shuman's eyes are agile, and the three-pointed love can show the best point of view, and the words are nicer, and it seems to others that they are friends from all over the world.

She stood on the deck and was blowing the sea breeze. On the other side of the sea was the shore and the mountains, but how could she see the mountains?She could only see the continuous expanse of flowing blue.

A child in coarse linen clothes with big bags on his back, probably about twelve or thirteen years old, "Miss, please draw a picture."

Song Shuman was free and had nothing to do, and happened to be carrying money with her. Seeing that the child was pitiful, she rewarded him with some money, which was regarded as her acceptance.

After looking around, he opened the cloth mat and put it away, wiped his sleeves, then raised his head to peek at the material of Song Shuman's clothes, and put them away embarrassingly.

"You sit and draw, I can look at the scenery at will, but I can't see it when I sit."

The child was drawing quietly, and Song Shuman almost forgot, until a cheering voice came from beside her, "Miss, the drawing is finished, look at it."

Just as Song Shuman was about to take the painting, a gust of sea breeze blew away the unsteady drawing paper.The drawing paper eloped in the crowd with the wind, and the little painter hurriedly chased after it. Before Song Shuman could stop her, the paper and people disappeared.

She originally wanted to tell the child to forget it, it was just a painting, she didn't need it.

"Shuman! So you are here. I have been looking for you for a long time. Guess what I saw just now?" Before Song Shuman could speak, Lin Dailan whispered in her ear: "It is a good-looking Chinese man. "

Song Shuman laughed, "I thought it was something shameful, and I had to talk about it so carefully. What? You have been outside for two years, and you haven't seen a Chinese man for a long time? If you really say this, the same year of international students , our Miss Lin didn't pay attention to any of them."

Lin Dailan took Song Shuman's arm and dragged her to have a look, but Song Shuman couldn't resist her, so she had to go with her.

She went around half a circle, but couldn't find the person she was looking for, and sighed, "What a pity, he was still here just now, so it means that you have no destiny with him."

Song Shuman didn't think about meeting any Chinese man, "You are destined to be with him, why don't you go up and ask him, what is his name, where does he live, how many people are in the family, what does his father do, is he an official? Are you married? It doesn’t matter if you are married, you can marry again.”

"How can you ask such a question? Don't be reserved. If you ask like you said, they won't be scared away by me."

Song Shuman shook her head, "Perhaps they just looked at you with enthusiasm and scared you away."

Lin Dailan raised her hand as if to hit Song Shuman, she took a step back to hide, and the two of them played and played for half the sunset.

At night, Lin Dailan lay beside Song Shuman's bed, "Shuman, my father will definitely force me to get married as soon as I go back this time. Tell me, what kind of person will my future husband be?"

Song Shuman was lying on the bed with her eyes closed tightly, "So you should have found out the details of that Chinese man at that time, so you don't have to worry about it now."

"I am serious."

Song Shuman turned her body sideways, resting her pillow on her right hand, and facing each other, "Miss Lin, your father is a first-rank official in the imperial court. As long as you want to get married, let your father release the news. I guarantee that there will be a bunch of talented people." The young master rushed to the door, and you chose it."

Lin Dailan gently touched the tip of her nose with her index finger, "But which one of them came for me? It's not for power."

"You just let go of millions of hearts. What father would give his daughter to the jackal? There is no definite date in marriage. You don't care if he comes because of you, and you just care about whether he treats you well in the future."

"Aren't you curious about what your future husband will be like? Don't you worry that he's extremely ugly, or doesn't understand romance?"

"Don't worry, I have nothing to worry about, and I don't pursue romance." Song Shuman reached out and rubbed the ends of Dailan's hair, "Go back to bed quickly, and don't think about those random things. Maybe, you can meet your favorite husband when you return to China."

In the middle of the night when the bright moon is not visible, a mountain fire breaks out somewhere, and the light of the fire breaks into pieces, falling on the stone road, in the middle of the water, and on Song Shuman's heart.

She wanted to escape and put out the fire, but found that she couldn't move.The fire got bigger and bigger, and Song Shuman was at a loss what to do and was extremely scared.

Song Shuman woke up suddenly, her cheeks were slightly sweaty, it turned out to be a dream.It was just dawn, she was afraid of disturbing Dai Lan, so she tiptoed up, changed into a cheongsam casually, put on a woolen scarf and left the room.On the deck, the sea level engulfed half of the sun, but the sun laid a hotbed for the sea.

She and Qingmei hadn't seen each other for three or four years, and they were just sixteen or seventeen years old, so she didn't know if there was a big change.Green plums are like green plums, with the shyness and romance of a little girl.In the blink of an eye, the little girl who was holding hands back then was about to marry as a woman.

Song Shuman knew that she would do it too, but her father was in business, so her marriage must be driven by profit, so she never had any illusions about love from the beginning.

But Qingmei was not.Seven out of ten sentences in Qingmei's letter to her are about her Mr. Jiang, and there is joy in every line.From the time of his secret love, he mentioned that person, and sometimes asked Shuman for help and advice, always asking those questions about whether Lang was interested.Later, the two parties expressed their hearts to each other, Mr. Jiang proposed marriage, and she became Mrs. Jiang who had not yet married.

In that thick pile of letters, on the surface they were greetings to Song Shuman, but in fact, they were love letters to others. When pieced together, they could become a novel.

Lovers eventually get married, and this kind of plot is indeed very similar to the drama in the storybook.

Seeing that it was already dawn, Song Shuman turned around and wanted to go back to her room, but she was stopped by a child just two steps away.After a closer look, it turned out to be the little painter from yesterday.

"Miss, I found you. I didn't catch up with yesterday's painting. How about it? I'll draw another one for you without charging you."

After Dailan pulled her away yesterday, Song Shuman forgot about this incident, and felt so ashamed at this moment.Song Shuman bent down slightly, and touched the little painter's head, "That painting is very beautiful, you have already painted one for me with your heart, so you don't need to paint for me again."

The weather was beautiful on the day of returning home, and Qingmei would pick her up in the future, Song Shuman didn't expect anyone to pick her up, she never told Qingmei when she would come back.She thought, if Qingmei was going to get married, she would be busy during this time, packing up her belongings, spending more time with her parents, and cherishing the last days when she was only a child.

After getting off the same boat with Dailan, the two were about to say goodbye at the port when they met Liao Shenyan who was coming.

Liao Shenyan is also Song Shuman's childhood, and Qingmei also grew up together, he is different from Qingmei, Qingmei is gentle and generous, this kid only does some unconscionable things, he was used to bickering when he was young.Song Shuman never expected that he would come to pick her up, "Why are you here?"

Liao Shenyan took the suitcase in Song Shuman's hand, "You can't use your eyes? Am I here to pick you up?"

Song Shuman only wrote a letter to her father about her return, and no one else mentioned it again, "I mean, how do you know which shift I'll take when I come back?"

"Uncle Song mentioned it. He happened to be free, so he stopped by to pick it up." Liao Shenyan stared at Dailan again, pretending to be a gentleman, "I wonder who this lady is?"

"My name is Lin Dailan, and I'm Shuman's classmate."

Liao Shenyan smiled brightly, still as before, not serious, "I said, why is it so familiar, it turned out to be the fairy-like sister Lin who fell from the sky."

Lin Dailan was so ashamed that she couldn't answer, she squeezed Song Shuman's hand, Song Shuman had no choice but to introduce, "This is the daughter of the Lin family, and this is Liao Shenyan, my youngest."

Liao Shenyan stretched out his hand to take Lin Dailan's suitcase, "I'll invite Miss Lin to drink tea together, and clean up the dust for you."

Lin Dailan shook her head, and it was rare for her to refuse, "When I come back today, my father sent someone to pick him up in a car. I don't want my father to wait anxiously at home, so let's make an appointment to play together next time."

She pulled Song Shuman aside, and did not forget to sneak a few glances at Liao Shenyan. She covered her ear with her hands and whispered: "No wonder you always joke that I look at handsome guys. It turns out that I am tired of seeing handsome guys around me." , you are too mean, I will settle accounts with you next time."

After sending Miss Lin away, Liao Shenyan jokingly asked Song Shuman: "Then drink and tea? Choose one."

Liao Shenyan was laughing at her that she didn't know how to taste tea when she was young, she only drank tea to quench her thirst, and she stayed up all night.This mention, seems to go back to that period of time, very kind.She followed Liao Shenyan's words, and said with a smile: "Then go have tea, the theater where I used to sneak out when I was young should still be there."

"Then ask Ms. Song to show her face."

The two went to Liyuan, and Liao Shenyan had already reserved a private seat on the second floor.

Song Shuman vaguely looked at the dark green military uniform sitting next door, and complained to Liao Shenyan in a low voice: "If I knew there were officers sitting on it, I might as well sit on the bottom, at least they are ordinary people."

Liao Shenyan picked up his teacup and took a sip, "What are you afraid of? He won't eat you for no reason. He's here to see the show, not you."

"Keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear you, I don't want to cause any trouble as soon as I come back."

Who knew that Liao Shenyan opened the curtain and shouted to the next door: "General Lin is coming to the theater again? Then we can also enjoy the feast today."

Lin Shanhe looked at Liao Shenyan and smiled, "You should seal your eyes so that I can only see it."

As soon as Song Shuman raised her head, she saw Liao Shenyan's twitchy face, and she was upset, "This position is not good, you stay here and take your time, I will go down to the end."