Double Bracelets

It's too far-fetched to talk about catching rape. The love between Kitterlin and Eileen exists only between them, and no other person can help her or share the pressure of any conflict. Love is an invisible game between the two of them.Their family background has been left in the distant England, and the war is not enough to make them miss anything. This is the crazy new continent where only the two of them should love each other. What awaits them is the ending of separation.I don't know when, Eileen started dating a handsome theater manager.Sometimes someone would send an anonymous gift at the door, and Eileen knew it was from the manager, so she always put it away in time. If Kitterlin found out, she would prevaricate it by saying that there was an anonymous suitor in the theater.

She's not stupid, she just doesn't want to believe it.Instead, she deliberately wanted to cheat.It turns out that depression can drive people crazy. Kitterlin lied that he was going on a business trip and followed him to the door of the cafe.She knew that she had spotted her on the road, and she did everything for her to see along the way.But she still followed all the way, and left the cafe in a hurry until she couldn't bear it anymore.

Back at the apartment, Eileen opened the door, and the room was dark.She didn't even need to look to know that she was sitting there.Her face was ashen, and she knew that she had lost the moment she fell in love.Just had the opportunity to go to India, she decided to leave.Before leaving, she left 3000 US dollars, the monk and her reputation without any blemishes.That was 1917.

Later that summer night in Luzon, Kitterlin received a letter from Eileen, written a year earlier, saying she had married an actor.The repertoires I have written recently are very popular, and it seems that they are finally going to be popular. Kitterlin didn't reply and went to get a bottle of rum.Just pour it out.Have a dream that nostalgic for the past that doesn't match the preface and the afterword.

Later in Hong Kong, I received a letter of complaint.Later in Tokyo, I received a letter of complaint.She finally wrote back, with fanatical love between the lines, and she felt that this was the perfect opportunity for revenge.She believed that she could destroy this marriage that ruined her life with one international love letter after another.In the end, my wish came true. In Shanghai, I received a letter from Eileen saying that she was divorced and tired of America, and she was going back to England.She said in the letter, I owe you the $3000, which has now been exchanged for £20 {79}.Would you like to come back to England with me, let's go back to Scotland, buy a manor, and start all over again?

She wanted to say yes, but she didn't reply, but stayed in Shanghai.It is already 1924.Seven years of wasting youth, the pain of not being able to fall in love with others for seven years, can you make up for it with a word, 20 pounds, and a manor?This is what you gave me back?She is used to hate, and hate is love to her.Even though she struggles every day, she is willing to endure and even enjoy the torture, rather than fulfill it.She has no trust, only fear and resentment.The intertwined love and hate for the love of her life, as well as the fulfillment and torment of the deformity that exiled herself, became the main body of her life.If all these were left behind, her life might only be left with endless trade bills and tobacco and alcohol.

"What happened later? You stayed here and didn't go to Scotland. What happened?" Jiang Xijie wanted to ask again, but Kitterlin just smiled at her drunkenly, unable to utter a sentence.Jiang Xijie had no choice but to ask the bartender to help, and helped Kitterlin into the car to take her back.The two finally worked together to lift the big woman up, and she began to sing like a drunken maniac again.There were other people sitting in the general meeting, and a few American businessmen stared sideways at the drunk, not with malice on their faces, but with surprise—in this foreign country, Broadway songs from decades ago can still be heard.

Until I sent Kitterlin back to the teacher's apartment where she lived alone, and helped her to lie down, Jiang Xijie was also tired, and worried that it would be inconvenient for her to wake up at night if she drank too much, so she called home and stayed here overnight.The living room has huge bookshelves.She flipped through it casually, and from time to time, she could always see a passage on the title page or in the blank space, which always started with, dear Linda...

Are you still in love with her?Even though you thought the old Eileen was dead, you still love Linda Welch, a playwright who has flourished.You wanted to go back to Scotland, only to find that you couldn't go back.Intermittent messages without dates, like secret love letters.Jiang Xijie drank alcohol, and the reflex effect took effect at this moment, so she didn't feel sleepy.So I sat down and read these love letters in the living room with a light on.

Thousands of miles away, Hong Kong.

Wang Jiyue received a scholarship.This was not a difficult task for her, but she was absent-minded when she got here, she didn't care so much about her grades, and wanted to give the scholarship to children from ordinary families who needed it.However, she performed well outside of school and is really a model volunteer. If the money is not paid to her, she will die.

She was not very happy.In addition to the money, he also held a letter from home.The content of the father's mail is nothing more than, how is the family, how is the father's health, why don't you stay in Hong Kong for too long, and so on.When talking about why you should not stay in Hong Kong for too long, my father explained that Hong Kong is no better than Shanghai. Shanghai is your home, and you have a family that can support you.And there are still many things at home, according to your mother's will, you must also preside over them.You are always wasting in Hong Kong, what are you talking about. . .

She threw the letter in the trash as soon as she got back into the house.

If you don't reply to the letter, you will neglect etiquette and write to Wang Haopeng.Wang Jiyue couldn't imagine what it was like to write a letter to her father. The relationship between father and daughter was indifferent, and there was no support after her mother died.She felt that she had nothing to say to her father, neither in person nor behind his back, let alone a more private environment like letter paper.She wrote letters to her younger brother, and she greeted everyone who should be greeted. In a relaxed mood, she even asked how the third concubine who had been expelled from the Wang family long ago was doing now. God knows where her compassion came from.Swish to write, every time I write to one end of the letter paper, I will come across those letters from Jiang Xijie scattered on the table that have not been opened.

The pen stopped, and she looked at the letters, like looking at a familiar stray cat.The stray cat always came and hid under the eaves, looking at her eagerly, and left when it got dark.She looked at it every time, with sad and distant eyes, never opened the door, and never fed her.

Write down the pen again, at a slightly slower speed than before, so the ink left by the pen on the paper will be darker.She asked Hao Peng, she hasn't heard from Jiang Xijie for a long time, is she okay?These words were insincere, Wang Haopeng always liked to mention Jiang Xijie's recent situation in his letters when he had nothing to do.After all, he always worked with Jiang Xize, and he used this brother to pursue his sister-in-law Fu Yuan'e. Naturally, he could always know a little about Jiang Xijie's situation.He simply felt that this young lady, who was close to his twin sister, was a very kind person. As a friend of his sister, and the younger sister of his best friend, he should also care about her.Wang Jiyue knew how straightforward he was, and asking him if he was right would not cause any other consequences—he would not go to Jiang Xijie and tell Jiang Xijie that my sister wrote to care about you.That's it, let me go to the neighbors and ask how the poor stray cat is doing.I don't want to see it.

She asked, how is her work?Have you made any new friends?What's the weather like in Shanghai?Is she in good health?Remember you said she was always drinking for a while, how is it now?

But after asking these questions, it seems that there is nothing to ask.She didn't know anything about Jiang Xijie's current situation, and only heard about it from other people's mouths.Opening those letters seemed like a compromise.She doesn't want to compromise.She wants to feel this pain in the desperate situation she created.She had thought that this solitude would help her see clearly, and it had lived up to her intelligence.

The day before yesterday, Wang Jianxun and his wife came to Hong Kong from Guangzhou. They were entertained, so naturally they invited her.Wang Jianxun is from Suzhou, but he has the air of a northern official. The best thing to invite him to is to watch a play, and it is best to order "Si Lang Visits His Mother", he doesn't like to watch anything else.Wang Jiyue sat beside him, surrounded by a group of Cantonese celebrities who were used to listening to Cantonese opera, how could they look like they liked it now, the atmosphere was like a tight rubber band.She suddenly remembered that Jiang Xijie had learned this passage before, because she also listened to it a lot when she was a child, "I am like a tiger leaving the mountain suffering loneliness, I am like a geese flying away from the south."

No wonder these frustrated wanderers love "Shiro Visits His Mother".

She was wearing a cheongsam with a black background and a white border.When I was making this one, Wang Jiyue was worried about what to embroider on it, "I can't have nothing, the satin is beautiful, and the trim is also beautiful, but this one is bare." Jiang Xijie stretched out her hand and helped her adjust the dress. Ping, unable to move his eyes away, looked carefully and said: "It's better if there is no embroidery or anything. If it is, it will be vulgar. It is good if it is not vulgar. Only you can wear good things." Wang Jiyue is not willing. , Jiang Xijie had no choice but to say: "Look, if someone invites you to listen to a song or something in the future, there will inevitably be some vulgar people sitting in the hall, wearing those cheongsams full of flowers, you are so elegant Have you stood out from the crowd soon?" "Oh, co-author, are you comparing me with Mr. Changsan?" "How can it be! It's because they can't be compared together that we need to distinguish them! We are not old-fashioned, but old-fashioned. The stuff is still pretty."

In Hong Kong, coffee shops, icehouses {80}, and theaters are all alone.Quietness is naturally quiet, so quiet that she, a little nun who is her teacher and sees herself as a little nun, is about to flee down the mountain.The sugar water has been drunk and the morning tea has been eaten. Only the herbal tea is not drunk casually, because it is already lacking in vitality, and it will be over if you drink it again.

I've gone through everything, but the flames of war are all over the sky.Maybe the flames of war will help me to give up my paranoia, return to the truth, and accept my own mind that I gradually understand—in fact, I also like you, like you like me, but I don’t know if I can.If you can't, then why bother to let you accept this intention, just let it go and forget it.It is a very bad crime to live up to the friendship of others, so leave the crime to me.

"Haopeng, if you are free, please greet Jiang Xijie for me, and tell me that everything is fine, I hope she is also healthy and peaceful, and her career goes smoothly..."

I hurriedly wrote the reply, put it in the envelope, and hesitated before pasting it.Do you want to read Jiang Xijie's letter and make plans?But I just greeted her casually, there is nothing to weigh, right?But what if this idiot wants to go wrong again?but,

A voice came from the corridor, it was a friendly Malay girl, asking her if she wanted to go to the post office together.She had no choice but to get up in a hurry and hand over the reply to the Malay girl to send it on her behalf.Then he went back to the house, closed the door and locked it, lay down on the bed, and carefully read Jiang Xijie's letters one by one.I didn't get up until it was dark and I had to turn on the lights.

What's your apology, idiot.She wiped away tears and turned on the lamp.

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{79}Here, the previous one, and the next one do not take into account the purchasing power of the pound at that time.

The predecessor of {80} tea restaurant.

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