Double Bracelets

Chinese New Year, spring, rain and snow stop.The weather is warming up quickly in the busy work, even hotter.For example, today, at the beginning of March, it was hot like summer, Jiang Xijie was wearing too thick clothes today, and she was dizzy from the heat while walking on the street, and the warm spring light actually made people dizzy.When I met some friends during the Chinese New Year, it may be because the image of her and Wang Jiyue being a couple was so deeply rooted in the hearts of the people that everyone always mentioned Wang Jiyue to her involuntarily.She didn't have any news about herself, so she had to pretend to be stupid.As a result, others talked to her as if they had won some treasure, oops, I heard how Miss Wang is doing in Hong Kong.

At the end of the year, I gave her a promotion in lowercase, because the small class above saw that she was really a child, and she even had information processing and filtering abilities superior to others.Sometimes the little class came to me on the spur of the moment, and took the news to ask her for her opinion, and asked her how she thought it was true or false, and how to deal with it.Her advice is always good.Sometimes they even say things like, "Now we must stand on Liu Xiang's side {75}. I'm afraid that Liu Xiang and Liu Wenhui {76} will go to war soon. If we don't win Liu Xiang's support now, it will be too late." .Xiaoban thinks that she is someone who can analyze big things, but she doesn't know that she doesn't analyze much by herself. She said it when she was at home chatting with grandpa last night.Grandpa was also bored, so he discussed the recent local political affairs with his granddaughter.Jiang Jinyan asked her what was going to happen in Sichuan, she said that two tigers could not be accommodated in one mountain, and they would definitely fight, and the silk factory would be busy again if they fought;She also said that she was not sure. Although Nanjing was supposed to support Liu Xiang, Liu Wenhui might not have his own influence. What if Li Zongren supported him?At that time, who wins and who loses is not certain.

That's all she knew, and she could tell it.Only Jiang Jinyan, who is not in the rivers and lakes but has hands, eyes, ears and eyes all over the country, told her that Liu Xiang will win.Because he is now full of vigor, he has unified Sichuan and expelled the forces from other provinces, which is already complete.Now it's just another seal, Liu Wenhui is just a pawn to be liquidated at this moment.

"It's military politics from top to bottom. It's meaningless to be the provincial chairman without an army."

Jiang Xijie somehow relied on her family's cuteness to take another step closer.After all, the origin is different, and the resources mastered and utilized are different.As she was thinking this way, she smirked at the person in front of her, who said she was visiting grandpa, and she was telling her endlessly that Miss San would take care of us if she came to Gaosheng Yangxing, she would definitely Those who are promoted will definitely be promoted. Looking at Shanghai, who is more suitable than Miss San. . .

Flattery will not shoot.

It's all because of this family's visit during Chinese New Year. His wife is like an eighth woman with a tongue as long as a cow's tongue, and she keeps talking about Wang Jiyue's Hong Kong gossip.

But even if it was gossip, she didn't dislike hearing it.She masochistically wanted to know.She doesn't have Wang Jiyue's half-spoken words.She wanted to ask someone, but couldn't find it, and was even ashamed to tell others that Wang Jiyue ignored her.The eighth mother-in-law said that the daughter of my cousin’s cousin is also in Hong Kong. She is an alumnus with Miss Wang and lives next door to next door. She sees Miss Wang concentrating on her studies all day long. For the social dinner, I don't know if the family asked her to go or if she wanted to go.Jiang Xijie said, really.She said in her heart, it must not be what she wanted to go, there must be family factors.But after thinking about it, she felt that maybe the atmosphere in Hong Kong was better, and she would also like to pass the time, so as not to be too lonely alone.Went to networking dinners, met new people, never felt lonely without me.Maybe it would be better without me.

The eighth woman glanced at her, and asked cautiously, didn't Miss Wang write to Miss San?Jiang Xijie was taken aback for a moment, and said that she hadn't recently, she didn't mention this matter, she might be a little busy.The eighth lady-in-law immediately climbed up and said that it was, Miss Wang and Miss San are so close, I am afraid that it is difficult to have such good friends in the world.

Yes, such a good friend.Jiang Xijie smiled wryly and said, no matter how good a friend is, there will be a little awkwardness. "Hey, a little awkwardness is just a little awkwardness, and it will always be fine. There is no such thing as jealousy between a woman and a woman. It's a trivial matter, and it won't affect the relationship for the rest of my life." Immediately holding it, the old man became more serious: "Wait Both of you got married, and it was only later that you realized that the best friend in your boudoir was the most reliable and the best." Over there, an older wife who was disappointed in her husband also came over and added: "That's right. .Men are bound by marriage, and their hearts are always subject to change. They are unreliable. Only this friend is a lifetime.” I don’t know who is talking to his girlfriend every day for decades. What he wants for the rest of his life Just a piece of living wood, listen to yourself and don't refute.

However, when people are in a hurry, they tend to panic.The eighth wife’s words lingered in Jiang Xijie’s mind. On this unusually warm and disorienting afternoon in the early spring, it reminded her of the popsicles at the Hudong Commune, the third aunt’s babbling Pingtan, and last summer’s wharf, which was full of heat waves. asphalt road.Maybe I never loved you, really not, what I love is to sacrifice myself to your beauty.It seems that the sacrifice on this altar is me, the human sacrifice {77} is me, and the goddess is you.

She wants to get away from it all because she hurts and wants to protect herself.However, even if she wanted to escape, she still wanted to run back to the temple, stand on the altar in the bloody forest, ask the goddess, and pray for her to show her divinity: At that time, did you like me?Knowing that the other person's liking may be far from the same as her own liking, she still wants to know.

Jiang Xize went to Beiping and didn't have time to come back. After a hasty year, he went back on the fourth day of the new year.Looking at Shanghai, Kitterlin is the only one who can listen to Jiang Xijie talk about her thoughts.During the Chinese New Year, Jiang Xijie also visited her, but this burly Nordic girl fell ill, and Jiang Xijie didn't want to bother her too much.Who knew that one would be sick until early summer.

"You look like some kind of cold disease." On the evening of Saturday in May, the two went to the British Club to drink.Jiang Xijie had nothing to do at home, and finally had a day of her own, so she ran to find Kitterlin impatiently.The two sat down, and Jiang Xijie looked at Kitterlin, feeling that she looked sick and worried. "When did you even understand Chinese medicine?" Kitterlin laughed at her, "everyone Chinese knows something about Chinese medicine!" She called the bartender, and they ordered wine. "In fact, I should drink hot rice wine for you to dispel the cold. But drinking rice wine can only go to Huajie to go to a good restaurant, and it is not appropriate to take you there. Why don't I bring you some in the future. Anyway, there are a lot of rice wine at home. Nobody's drinking," she didn't finish before Kitterlin beckoned the bartender and ordered himself an extra brandy. "This is a good thing to get rid of the cold. Napoleon also likes this." After finishing speaking, he leaned on the table and looked at Jiang Xijie, "Are you so interested in me?"

What she said was a bit ambiguous, Jiang Xijie couldn't stand this kind of ambiguous flirting, she was at a loss, but luckily the bartender came over with two glasses of wine to relieve her.

It is said that Jiu Zhuang is cowardly, but in fact Jiang Xijie is not cowardly. She has always opened up her heart to Kitterlin, and she can even tell from the corners of her heart that she knows that this is a rare kind.She'd been drowning in her own bitter brew for months and couldn't find a way out, and that just happened to drag Kitterlin into the water too. Kitterlin drank several glasses of brandy, slightly drunk, looked at her with blurred eyes and said, "This year, you have always been confused and sober at other times." Jiang Xijie asked her when I was confused and when I was sober. Kitterlin didn't answer, "One is confused, and the other is naturally sober." Jiang Xijie turned her head and recalled the confusion in her heart, and she didn't notice that Kitterlin looked at her with a pair of drunken eyes, from forehead to nose tip, from lips corner to earlobe.

How much you are like me, and how she is like her.Outside the window of the general meeting, you can see the full moon on the Huangpu River.You may never have imagined that I would tell a girl in her early twenties about our story in Paris in the Far East more than ten years later.

"Some things can't be given up." Kitterlin said, Jiang Xijie hummed, turned to look at her seriously, and listened attentively. She had wanted to hear such words from Kitterlin for a long time. "If you give up, you will never come back. There are many difficult feelings in a person's life, and the most uncomfortable ones are regret and guilt." She shook the glass in her hand, and the amber brandy reflected her face. Jiang Xijie looked at her as if she saw her whole life falling into the whirlpool of brandy.Sweet, fragrant, old wine, but also bitter, strong, hurting the body.

Kitterlin's parents are Swedish and moved to London when she was young. She met Eileen Wilson in 1910 when she was studying drama at Queen Mary University.At that time, she was just a student who was interested in drama but still couldn't figure it out, couldn't write a good script and didn't get good grades, and Eileen Wilson was the legendary senior girl with the best grades.Use the most beautiful words you can think of to describe the first encounter, and there are so many beautiful words, even if it’s just Linda seeing Kitterlin sitting on a bench reading, and then childishly throwing Shakespeare’s great works like waste paper go out.

What was it about her that she fell in love with?In love with her Nordic blue eyes?Still in love with her slender figure?Or do you fall in love with her who always pretends to be old and can't hide her childishness?Or maybe it's not clear, it's just attraction?In short, on a rare sunny afternoon in London with no one around, Kitterlin took advantage of his height in the corridor of the college, trapped the senior between the window and his arms, and kissed her shyly and anxiously .

Looking back, it seems like I was tricked by my senior sister.In fact, it was the senior who seduced her step by step.However, neither of them backed away without a trace of fear, and fell in love as if tomorrow would be the end of the world.Maybe when love comes, everyone is naive and doesn't know how to measure gains and losses.

After graduating, Eileen went back to her hometown in Manchester and waited for her for a year, and then the two went to Bryn Mawr College in Pennsylvania, USA, in 1913. It was more of an elopement than a further study. Eileen was making love to her in a two-bedroom dorm at a private liberal arts college while she wrote for theaters in New York, waiting for the day when she would make her mark in theater.And Kitterlin has long since given up writing scripts, and at this time, he is really at a loss as to what to do.It seems that you can ask her to do this or that, she doesn't know what she wants.After graduation, based on the consideration of the future of the two, they moved to New York. Kitterlin joined a trading company and began to travel around the United States to earn money.

They also argued, about the future, about how to deal with gossip in social situations.When she was tired and Eileen couldn't write a script that satisfied her, the dispute between the two could lead to the tenants downstairs complaining that they were too noisy.When in love, you can sweetly let Kitterlin travel thousands of miles to bring back souvenirs from the south just to smile for his lover.Sometimes Eileen is trapped in New York and has no money to travel around to accumulate inspiration, and everything that is seen and heard is brought back by Kitterlin to tell her.Those beautiful or cruel scenery on the journey become stories in Eileen's script that can only be between cliché and boring.She probably really can't be a good playwright.She can only create scripts that read mediocrely, act mediocrely, and have mediocre attendance.It can also be sold, but it is not as good as her dream.Just like her pseudonym Linda, it's extremely ordinary.The reality is eroding her little by little, eroding her heart, her beauty, and her soul.

However, Kitterlin is still content to watch plays and go shopping with Eileen on Broadway in her rare free time. She can see her lover being tortured, but she can't help it.She had no choice but to work hard as a backing, to buy time for her lover, and wait until the day when a genius was born from her hard work.

But I never thought it would be a day of being betrayed.

The author has something to say:

{75} Sichuan warlords. In February 1932, he was appointed as the aftermath supervisor of Sichuan by the Communist Party of China.

{76} Sichuan warlords.Liu Xiang's uncle, who was then the provincial chairman.The two formed a dual-headed political structure in Sichuan in the early 30s.

{77} Human offerings slaughtered for sacrifices to gods.