Cartilage [Republic of China]

Wiping his chin, he closed his mouth that was about to open.He thought, he came back from studying in the United States for many years. To be able to say such naive words, it seems that foreign books are not easy to read, and everything he read is in the stomach of the dog.

He half knelt down in front of Zhu Yanren, stretched out his hand and took out a bottle of medicine.While wiping his wound, he comforted him: "Then you go to sleep, it won't hurt anymore when you fall asleep."

"No, no." He cried too much and started to hiccup intermittently: "I'll have dreams even after I sleep." He took out a piece of gauze from the box and covered his head with himself, stood up, pushed Yi Jiage, The potion swayed out and sprinkled on Yi's singer's wrist: "Leave me alone, I'm going out."

"Go there?" Yi Jiage looked at the potion in his hand and sulked.Without warning, he let go of his hand suddenly, with a "boom", muffled: "This is my home." After he finished speaking, he pulled him back easily like opening a broken door in an occupied area, and pressed him on the door without any explanation. on the ground.

Without saying a word, he applied medicine and bandaged him, and finally tied a bow tie on his head, which is very popular among ladies nowadays.Clapped and locked the door and left.Walking to the door, he heard Zhu Yanren's voice was very low, as if begging him or talking to himself: "Did he really go to Japan? Will he be able to live well if he goes?"

Feeling flustered, he locked the door and leaned against the door frame.A servant happened to pass by, and he motioned for the man to bring him a cigarette.From his own puff of smoke, he fantasizes about his father too.Compared with his own appearance, his father should also be a very good-looking and decent person.After thinking for a while, he smacked his mouth blandly.He couldn't imagine what his father looked like.

He has no father since he was a child, and he has been in different children's homes since he can remember.He couldn't empathize with Zhu Yanren and Zhu Yingren's suffering.But seeing them looking like they were dying to live, he could vaguely understand the meaning of the father and the like.Maybe it will be destroyed is some kind of indescribable hope shared by the three members of the Zhu family, similar to the misty and happy hope.

This feeling made him irritable, and he extinguished his cigarette on the carved railing.He casually threw it on the ground, put down his cuffs, and prepared to arrange for the cook to cook dinner.Fuck his grandma, I can't think of why I still think about him, they don't support me, it's not that I don't support them, besides, I'm still alive until now!

Zhu Yingren heard from the servant who delivered the meal in the morning that Zhu Yanren was locked up by Yi Jiage.It was closed yesterday and locked overnight in the utility room.

Yesterday when she returned to her bedroom, she cried and passed out. Someone called her for dinner, and she heard it in a daze, but she didn't wake up.until this morning.She picked up a bowl of porridge on the table and drank it, and took another mouthful of the meat stuffing in the steamed stuffed bun, but she couldn't eat any more.

Looking up at the clock, it was past eight o'clock, which was a little bit later than usual.The inside of the house was quiet, and there were already people shouting and running in the adjacent street, amidst the cold of winter and the joy of the new year, it was already the end of the new year.In two weeks, it will be the Lunar New Year, 1938.The French Concession can be an isolated island of its own, or it can be a fallen place that feels the same.The Japanese just walked past the cannons and guns here, but for some reason, they withdrew again as the year approached.Looking out from the inside, the national crisis is so personal, yet suddenly so strange.

She got up and looked in the mirror. Her cheeks were very pale, so she raised her hands and rubbed them vigorously.Still white, he lowered his hand, his little fingertips trembling.It might be anemia, which she had seen in her mother before.As long as it is well maintained, it will be fine.

After packing up, she went straight to Guan Zhuyanren's room.For no reason, there was really nothing to do.The closer you are to Zhu Yanren, the more you can rely on.

The servant said it was locked in the utility room.She went out the door and went downstairs. There was not a single room in the Yi mansion that was a utility room.Because of the sparse population, many houses were vacant, so some things were placed randomly.She then searched for empty rooms and took pictures one by one.Leaning against the door panel, he called softly: "Angie...Angie..."

There was the sound of high heels hitting the ground on the first floor, followed by a coquettish reproach. Her accent was a bit heavy, like a Japanese woman who is proficient in Chinese: "I don't believe it, you always lie to me."

The man also laughed, a steady and inclusive smile: "I'm just too busy, of course I'll come to the door when I have time." His voice was low and he couldn't tell who it was. Zhu Yingren thought that Ji Yun was a little more lively today.

"I know that, I just asked if you would like to come to my house for dinner tonight." She was lying, and Zhu Yingren knew that she was seducing that man.I am too embarrassed to say it directly, I am playing a trick.

He has also met someone he likes before, and he used to be so ambiguous, playing some lovers' games as if away from each other.Such a simple life has nothing to do with her.She thought, and walked to the next door. The door of this room was not locked, and the key was hung in the keyhole.It seems that the master is in a hurry, going out in a hurry, planning to return soon.

She passed the door and continued down, but it was only a glance.A bright light came through the crack of the door and blended into her peripheral vision.It is a kind of golden, similar to smooth metal.She turned back and opened the door.

The room was small, a narrow passage between two rooms.Or the craftsman made a mistake in his budget and left a gap of less than two meters on the original drawing.It was forcibly changed into a room.The furnishings are also simple, the door is facing the window, and there is a very low broken table under the window, the paint has peeled off, but it is very clean.It can be seen that the owner loves it very much.An open notebook, next to a dictionary, a book.

Above the book is the window sill, and what reflects the light is a gun placed on the window sill.The gun is engraved with patterns, very delicate, similar to decorations.There is also a photo under the gun.She walked over, picked up the photo and looked at it.Above is a man in military uniform, with a handsome face, who seems a little nervous.The smile was restrained, but with some romantic meaning.

She looked at her and felt cold, this person seemed to be the younger Yi Jiage.She put the photo in her sleeve and hurriedly flipped through the notebook on the table.It's a diary, it's very simple to remember, it's like a running account, it seems to be written just to practice calligraphy.

It is also very clear that the trajectory of Zhu Ci and their actions, like flowing water, slowly emerges between the lines.It also includes the news of Zhu Ci's death.She suddenly understood everything.Turning around suddenly, she wanted to escape.Immediately, he yelled "Ah", gasped heavily, and fell down on the table in fright.The notes, books, dictionaries, teacups on the table, and a gun on the low window sill were all collapsed on the ground.

6, is the child

Yi Jiage looked at her blankly, and stood behind her like a stone statue.Seeing that Zhu Yingren was so shocked, he seemed to have returned to his place, and he also had a look.Lock the door first, put one hand into the pocket of trousers, and walk towards her slowly: "Sister, what do you see?"

He passed Zhu Yingren, walked to the desk, and picked up the notes.Flipping through it himself, he then opened the last page.Smiling brightly: "The words I wrote recently are not bad."

Zhu Yingren clenched her sleeves tightly, her curly hair was not properly taken care of today, it was disheveled, and a lot of it fell on her face, like a lunatic.As she stepped back, she asked him, "Are you... from the government?"

The Yi family singer was still holding a notebook, as if acquiescing, but also as if thinking.In the end, he closed the book and answered her seriously: "Not really, I'm just a killer who became a monk halfway through the muddy water, but I fired a shot and exchanged my current worth, so I don't regret it." .”

"I plan to keep it from you and stay with me for a long time. I can send you and Zhu Yanren to study. Just live like this, how good is this?" Yi Jiage smiled kindly and sincerely look at her.

After speaking, he put the notes in his hand on the table.He walked out calmly and locked the door from the outside.He was also a little lost, as if all his plans had been ruined, but it was not impossible to save.

He walked a few steps, saw Ji Yun standing in the corner like a shadow, and asked him worriedly: "What happened?"

Yi Jiage smiled: "Mamiko is gone?" Ji Yun nodded: "You left in the cold." He paused, and from his eyes, he could understand Yi Jiage's meaning: "I'm going to buy some medicine .”

"Wait." Yi Jiage stopped him: "It's terrible, it's better to make her crazy or dumb. I don't want to kill her."

Ji Yun looked at him for a while, agreed, and went downstairs without asking any further questions.When he got downstairs, he turned around and looked up at Yi Jiage: "Just play for fun, don't get stuck in it. It's not worth it."

Yi Jiage just lit a cigarette and held it between two fingers.Taking it out, he waved at him perfunctorily, motioning him to hurry up.

He went downstairs alone, sat on the sofa, and smoked slowly, a little astringent and bitter.Looking at the bright yellow sun outside, the sun is rising high today, which is a rare fine weather.Time trickled slowly from the smoke between his lips and teeth.Today is Sunday, don't go out.The company has a holiday and organizes off-duty.

If Zhu Yingren made a noise, he would find a way to make her faint.But what he worried about never happened.Zhu Yingren was quiet, as if she had been staying in her own room, waiting for the dust to settle, waiting for both siblings to slowly integrate into Yi's family and become a family with him.

Yi Jiage sat for a while and decided to do something.He first hugged a clean quilt, filled with good cotton wool.After the first shot was fired three years ago, he got a sum of money from an "old man". Just in time for winter, he happily bought this quilt, which is warm and auspicious.

Silently opened the door of the room at the end of the second floor, turned on the light, and carried the quilt inside.I found that Zhu Yanren was sitting in a different place, not far from the door, with hair all over again.