Double Bracelets

Malaysia, 1953, summer.dizzy from heat.

It has been three years since she came to Penang, and Wang Jiyue is waving a fan in the middle of the living room, which is not bad.She said to Jiang Xijie, who didn't know where she was, in her heart, it was okay.There is a Chinese maid next to her. In fact, she is a maid, but she is just helping her, otherwise she is too busy.When she first arrived in Penang, she could still receive a reply from Hong Kong.After a period of time, she couldn’t receive it. No matter what she wrote, she tried her best to send it to her old classmates, teachers, half-familiar friends in Hong Kong, people she knew who might be living in Hong Kong, and even the landlord in Sham Shui Po and the meat downstairs. The shop owner wrote a letter, but there was no reply.At the beginning of the Spring Festival, I finally received a letter. What happened?It turned out that the new landlord still had a conscience, and replied to her that I don't know where the previous landlord died, and I don't know where the tenant went.

She also wants to ask the airport, the boat ticket company, the pier, etc., who is willing to help me find where my lover went to the United States, and I will give you everything.But it can't, the vast world is like a dead sea that doesn't echo her.In the first two years, she still felt very hopeless, but in order to maintain the family of four, she could not reveal her anxiety and pretended to be calm to support the life of the family.After all, now, only she is left to support.Fu Yuanheng always spends half of his time in Europe every year. She doesn't know what he is busy with, but it's better not to ask; Wang Chanyue went to Penang to collect the remains of her parents. It's like the spiritual pillar has collapsed, and I can't afford it once, and I can't get better again.And as the disease progressed, she had already started to need a small amount of painkiller injections.Although there was a shortage of medicines, when they accepted the will, they suddenly found out that the will hinted that they should go to the office in front of the wall of the beautiful western-style building, and they found a dark room inside, which was full of ten boxes of gold bars.She said why her uncle had such a poor life in the end, it turned out that he didn't dare to reveal it and left it to the children.When Wang Chanyue saw this scene, she knelt on the ground and cried.In the end, the money was still managed by Wang Jiyue. Wang Jiyue spent a box of gold bars to buy off local hooligans, a box of gold bars to buy off officials from the colonial authorities, and then used half a box of gold bars to buy some property. In order to protect themselves.Penang is slightly safer after all.

She stood up, poured herself a small amount of wine, mixed it with water, and stood in the empty living room of the bungalow, looking at the scenery of the courtyard outside the window like a doorman.After all, Wang Haopeng did not come to meet them. During the mutiny in Yunnan, he was shot by his own people.Chief Li Mi {84} had a conscience, paid a little pension and sent it to Penang according to his will.Wang Jiyue didn't know this, and they didn't catch the messenger. The man came in the middle of the night, and the housekeeper didn't even bark.If he could catch the messenger, he might still be able to find a way to contact Jiang Xiyao, and then find Jiang Xijie, right?

What happened to make you disappear without a trace?She can only think about this when she is slightly drunk from occasional drinks.When the news of Wang Haopeng's death came, Fu Yuan'e fell down and fell ill, and died within a few days.Wang Jiyue looked back slightly coldly on the friendship between Zhang Xueliang and her sister-in-law when Zhang Xueliang just became the king of the Northeast, and when the three of them, the Fu family siblings, came to Shanghai for refuge and the impressions accumulated over the years. Although the sisters-in-law are harmonious, they can only draw one conclusion, The sister-in-law is stubborn and has no choice.

There's no way, it's all helpless right now.She comforts her nephew whose parents died at a young age and left home, raises her alone, and takes care of her younger sister who is no different from a disabled person; the rest of the time, she is either working as a charter wife and landlord wife, or working with her slightly weird style but sincerely being bought Deal with local gangsters.The boss of the gangster is a widow, and she inherited her deceased husband's power. Wang Jiyue gave her a large sum of money at a critical moment, and she was also grateful.Gradually, I have a little appreciation for Wang Jiyue, thinking that the other party is a educated person, who sometimes comes to exchange opinions when he has nothing to do.Although Wang Jiyue felt that the other party was not bad, she really didn't want to get involved in those entanglements, but in order to keep her safe, she had to deal with them.

In most things in the world, there is no choice.Since that's the only way to go, let's go.She never thought that she could be so strong without Jiang Xijie, she might as well be stronger.When the widow boss came, he spoke to her in Cantonese and asked her about her past.She said that I was just wandering here, and I found my husband-in-law's place in the future, and I still want to go back.The widow then asked her what your husband-in-law was like, and she simply described Jiang Xijie, which, in her own opinion, was a truthful expression.Maybe according to the widow's boss, it's a hype.This kind of night talk once a month at best is often accompanied by drinking, and Wang Jiyue also learned to drink some cocktails while drinking.After drinking and having fun, the widow boss will tell Wang Jiyue her story.Although the two have completely different backgrounds, experiences, and dispositions, it does not prevent them from establishing a friendship in such inconsequential conversations.At least on the night when the widow boss comes to drink, Wang Jiyue can go to sleep contentedly, without opening the cloth bag wrapped in the broken jade bracelet, without holding the broken jade bracelet, with the sound of the air defense siren echoing in her mind, dreaming and Guess what happened to Jiang Xijie's family.What made you leave Hong Kong in a hurry and didn't write to me.Or did you write it, but lost it somewhere, and finally couldn't reach me?If you have encountered any danger, are you still safe when you arrive in the United States?Have you changed places?

Don't change places, don't hide your name, or I will lose you forever.

She looked at the wall clock, and the Hakka maid came over, without saying a word, she just gestured with her eyes, and the maid went to lock the door.She went upstairs by herself, comforted Wang Weiran to sleep, then went to Wang Chanyue's room and sat in front of the bed. "Sister." "How do you feel today?" "Fortunately, no need for an injection." "Oh..." In fact, when she came back in the afternoon, the maid reported to her that Wang Chanyue was in so much pain that if she wanted to live, she was sweating profusely, but she insisted not inject. "Just say it hurts. You are a doctor yourself and you know that you will not become addicted if you follow the recommended dose." "... But long-term injections, no matter what, will become addictive." Wang Chanyue was lying on the hospital bed, very tired, the weather It's hot, the ceiling fan is useless with ice, and she sweats enough every day—whether it's painful or hot—to shower herself several times.

She knew very well that she probably had a tumor somewhere in her body, either already formed or in the process of forming.And it should be malignant.When I think about it, I find it funny. When I first arrived in Penang, I was in good health, and I only got a shot of morphine when I encountered severe pain a few times a year; this year, I started to have frequent low-grade fevers; She is a depressed patient with the most deceptive appearance: a tumor in such a person must still be benign, she thought, how can it be human to have a disgusting tumor?

Some people may think that she saved so many lives during the war years, but she didn't have any blessings, which is what is so embarrassing.

She doesn't care, she intentionally tortures herself with pain.I don't know why, whether it's hatred, guilt, longing, regret, or a combination of all the above, she just wants to abuse herself.

"Sister, you're drinking again." She smelled the faint smell of whiskey, "Drinking can hurt your liver." Wang Jiyue picked up the medicine bottle beside the bed and shook it, "It's only half a bottle. That's about 10 ounces." "Mix it with water." It's also wine, anyway, drink less." "Alright, drink less." Wang Chanyue chuckled for a while, and said, "Go to sleep. You've been tired all day." Wang Jiyue looked at her, her eyes were gentle and loving, now She can only see this expression when she looks at her nephew and sister, "Okay, I'm going, you have something to ring the bell."

The room of the two of them was next door, and a bell was tied with a rope between them, so that Wang Chanyue might not be able to call someone in the middle of the night.

Wang Jiyue turned off the light when she left.Wang Chanyue doesn't like to draw the curtains. Her room faces the east, where she can see the sunrise and a dense palm forest.She closed her eyes, but didn't feel sleepy.

As a wife, of course she was worried about Fu Yuanheng's safety.She always felt that it was not very safe for him to fly, and she was tired and flustered from running around all the time.At this time, she also hated herself, hated herself with guilt.Since marrying him, what exactly has Fu Yuanheng gained?There is nothing, except a home in a foreign land that is not easy to reach, a sickly body that talks about having children, and a few words of change in marital status.He acted as a filial son to his parents, he supported his crumbling family with some things that Wang Jiyue was inconvenient to do, he loved himself with his own life and love that did not expect anything in return, even though he was not around for more than half a year, but What about her, what did she give him in return?

She can't afford anything in return, she's already burned out.In the end, what was left was just an empty shell.And this empty shell can't even miss him too much, because thinking about it, it always falls back into the time vortex of the past.Memories twist and turn in my heart like a bottomless river, and I always drown in it, feeling the pain that life is worse than death.Woke up the next day and it all happened again.

Physical pain during the day, psychological pain at night, and occasionally both pains together.The pain has lasted for a long time, and she even became accustomed to quickening her breathing. She felt that she had gradually become numb to the suffering of her body, but it was hard to take lightly the suffering of her own heart.

When she was in a trance of pain, she would dream about things from the past.She dreamed that she was still in Beiping, lying on Fu Yiheng's couch like a cat, with her favorite books still in hand.Sometimes she dreamed that she was lying on her own bed in that house in Chongqing. It was night, and she was waiting for Fu Yiheng to come in through the wall.Every time she enters such a dream, she either wants to escape desperately, or wants to indulge in the past happiness, waiting for Fu Yiheng to appear, even if she wakes up from the dream, she still has to leave. She seems to be in the dream all the time, never to wake up again.Dreams always backfired. Fu Yiheng either smiled and looked at her without speaking, or turned into an illusory shadow and disappeared when he wanted to hug her.She felt exhausted and didn't want to have any more dreams. She wanted to ask a doctor to prescribe sleeping pills, but she was refused.

She can't increase physical labor to improve sleep quality—whatever physical labor she can undertake, she can't do anything.She spent her usual time reading all the books she could get her hands on—preferably not in Chinese, but in Chinese. She would inevitably think of Fu Yiheng because of some words.Occasionally she can also act as a half-governor to her nephew.After the situation got worse this year, she could only be a useless person.

Well, she thought, she could use the pain to torture herself wholeheartedly.I have no future, no ifs, I only have the past that stays in that moment forever, I have colorful memories, they hurt me all over like sharp knives.

At this moment, she closed her eyes, and suddenly remembered the hanging flower door that Fu Yiheng took her through back then.The pain struck again, she smiled, closed her eyes, and shed hot tears in the darkness.

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{84} Lieutenant General of the Republic of China Army, the earliest leader of the Northern Thai Army.

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