The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

Originally, the wind on this autumn morning in the Shanghai stock market penetrated into the bones of people, Xu Shaoting was so sad, with tears on his face, he and Ms. Mary stood in a corner away from the crowd.

Let the Caucasian lady look at him with a gloomy expression, a red nose, shivering in the cold wind, and sneer: "I only met once, why do you make such a sad look?"

Xu Shaoting was shaking, and took the handkerchief that Shen Lingjun had given him, and wiped his eyes indiscriminately, looking at this real "cold and hard" lady, his expression gradually returned to his silent look.

"I'm not sad." He replied silently.

"Then why are you crying?" Ms. Mary's tone was cold.

It was probably three points colder than the cold wind this morning.

"I'm just—" Xu Shaoting opened his mouth to say, but fell silent when he reached his mouth.

He just felt sad, or sad.

I didn't have time to read the novel for President Ye, so I regretted it, and wanted to tell her that the country will straighten its back a hundred years later, and it will no longer be subject to the stupidity of the white people...

"It's just a pity." Xu Shaoting looked up at the Caucasian lady, "There are too many regrets in life, nothing is more regretful than seeing the death of the fearless... If I had never met President Ye, knowing her deeds would be the same as today's performance .”

Ms. Mary snorted coldly: "It's a pity that I didn't finish reading your novel?"

"No, I'm regretting President Ye... I haven't seen the day when Huaxia stands up."

After finishing speaking, get ready to meet Ms. Mary's long and sarcastic speech: How can your country stand up one day?Today, regardless of the north or the south, the actions of the government of this country really cannot make people see hope.

Unexpectedly, it was far beyond expectations, and suddenly heard a woman ask in a low voice: "Is your country...will there really be a day when you stand up?"

Unexpectedly, this lady could talk well, Xu Shaoting was stunned immediately, and then quickly replied to her with great certainty: "Yes, I am not talking big with you, Ms. Mary, let alone the game between countries, China is like Ye There have been people like the principal in the past, there are now, and there will be in the future, just because of this—"

"You don't have to tell me too much." Ms. Mary interrupted.

Xu Shaoting looked at her, stopped immediately, and swallowed all the words he wanted to say. At this moment, this tall white lady who did not have any femininity at all, in that pair of gray-blue indifferent eyes floated A thin layer of tears.

Her facial features were as serious as usual, but because of this little tear, she still looked extremely sad.

So much so that Xu Shaoting thought of that Miss Shen who also had tears in her eyes and a pale face in an inappropriate way. Compared with the current Ms. Mary, she had a clear opinion: Miss Shen's sadness completely became a vice. mask.

Let him suddenly understand: real sadness is so heavy, and those falsely disguised sadness are set off so frivolously in front of it.

Ms. Mary lowered her head, maintaining her arrogance, took out a handkerchief from the crocodile leather bag in her hand, nodded her eyes in a reserved and arrogant way, and then took out a palm-sized hard shell black cover book from the bag. book.

When handing it to Xu Shaoting, the words were still reconciled, seeing the young man take it, he still refused to let go.

Xu Shaoting stared at those white hands: "This is?"

Ms. Mary replied blankly: "This is Ahn'Qiraj's diary."

Xu Shaoting quickly let go of his hand: "How can you give it to me?"

Instead, Madam Mary stuffed it into his hands, stopped looking at the old diary, raised her chin and said, "Ahn Qila will give it to you, it records what she saw and heard in China, do you think I would like to give it to you?" Leave it to you?"

Xu Shaoting: That must be unwilling...

When Ms. Mary said this, she didn't care about the boy's answer. It was just that the things to be handed over were delivered to the other party. She turned around and left without saying anything, and refused to even say a farewell that was just a posthumous farewell.

Shen Lingjun has been paying attention to the situation here. Little Xu Shaozhen still caught cold in such a cold and bleak autumn morning, so Shen Lingjun repeatedly guaranteed that he would wait here for Shaoting and Ms. Mary to finish talking, and would not let this little girl who had lived at home for a long time barely go out Xu Yanran and Mrs. Zhang were relieved when the young man was lost in the cemetery. The two ladies took Xu Shaozhen to the car first and waited.

Seeing Ms. Mary turn around, Shen Lingjun strode towards him. As a result, Ms. Mary took two steps and then turned around suddenly, which will let him hear these words.

The lady who lost her Chinese adopted daughter and is currently the only child in her life, she lost her coldness and arrogance, but her expression was not as good as before.

Shen Lingjun saw her face full of disappointment and said: "I have never objected to Angela dedicating her life to her homeland. She once asked me how to spend one's life without regretting it? I told her: No matter what If you spend it, you will regret it in your life.”

"Your country discriminates against women. My Ahn'Qiraj brought money and knowledge back to this corrupt and backward giant country in the east. What kind of unfair treatment and humiliation did she receive? Not—and never will in this country.”

"This country does not welcome her, and the whole world does not welcome women who are better and stronger than men. This country has achieved the unwelcome part of the unwelcome. Since it is not welcome, is it necessary to dedicate one's life here?"

Ms. Mary stared closely at the young man in front of her, as if she wanted to get an answer from him, but she didn't wait for the young man to say anything, turned around and left this time in real disappointment, leaving a sentence: "Ahn'Qiraj told me: Since this life No matter how you spend it, you will regret it, so there is no difference whether you choose to stay in the UK or China. But has she really regretted it?"

Xu Shaoting said "no regrets" stuck on the tip of his tongue, and Ms. Mary revealed something he had never thought of in a few words. Counting Principal Ye's age, she returned to the land of her birth at that time, as a Women just think about it, and they can make some remarks about how they should be suppressed, discriminated or even unbearable.

So in the dead of night, did she really not have the thought of regretting coming to such a country?

Asking himself, he is not qualified to give a negative answer for such a lady.

As Ms. Mary said, he was born a man, and he couldn't empathize with what it was like to be a woman in this country in this day and age.

A coat was draped over his shoulders, Xu Shaoting came back to his senses, turned his head and saw that Shen Lingjun was only wearing a long-sleeved sweater, and he wanted to return the coat, Shen Lingjun made a funny look: "Look, I seem to feel cold Does it look like this? I won’t feel cold even in short sleeves at such a temperature.”

Imagining that Shen Lingjun was wearing short sleeves, exposing his two arms with the same pale complexion, it is estimated that the biceps must be particularly developed, Xu Shaoting smiled slightly.

Seeing him smiling, Shen Lingjun felt relieved, Xu Shaoting said on the way: "I'm not sad."

Shen Lingjun said: "I know, the word sorrow should be used. After all, the ending of a hero always makes people feel extraordinarily sad."

Xu Shaoting: "Shakespeare?"

Shen Lingjun said: "Anyway, it's the one that is often used in Western novels."

Xu Shaoting suddenly thought of the close relationship between Shen Lingjun and this Ms. Mary, so he hurriedly said: "You should stay with Ms. Mary first, and leave me alone."

"I don't know Mary well..." Shen Lingjun smiled awkwardly, "Actually, I'm standing with her, and she always ignores me. I'd better stop making fun of myself."

Xu Shaoting was silent for a long time, until before he got into the car, he said to Shen Lingjun: "I would rather see Ms. Mary treat me coldly, but really... I don't want to see her face full of disappointment."

Now he still can't answer her question, and he doesn't know how to answer this question. He is thinking to himself: This country may not deserve the existence of women.

Or maybe why is the world divided into males and females?

There should be only one gender. They are all human beings, but just because of the difference in gender, women seem to be another kind of creature.

Obviously assume the role of the reproduction and continuation of a race, and are the inheritors of life, but because of such a responsibility, the status is low-does it actually mean that human beings themselves do not respect life?

Xu Yanran saw the young man stepping on the side of the car, she urged: "Hurry up and close the door, don't you think it's cold this morning-oh, Ryan's coat is on you, no wonder you don't feel cold. "

Shen Lingjun suddenly pulled the young man's wrist towards his front. The handsome young man said with a smile: "It's still inconvenient for five people to share a car, so it's better for Shaoting to take my car."

Xu Yanran looked at him suspiciously: "How embarrassing."

Shen Lingjun had already taken the young man who was a head and a half shorter than him and left, closing the car door and saying: "It just so happens that I have something to say to Shao Ting."

Then Xu Yanran couldn't allow Xu Yanran to refuse anything, but on the way back, Xu Shaoting thought that he just saw that there was not enough space for five people in the car, so he kindly sent him home, but Shen Lingjun really had something to say to him.

"My mother is a second-generation British Chinese, and she has been in the UK since she was born. Have you ever told me?"

"Well... not at all."

Shen Lingjun said: "Oh, that's right, I only told you that her marriage to my father failed, that her second marriage was a white British aristocrat, and that she graduated with a Master of Arts."

"Aren't you people who engage in literature more naive than ordinary people?" Shen Lingjun asked with a smile, not knowing what was coming to his mind when he said this.

Xu Shaoting was confused by his jumping topics. He didn't know what idea this Mr. Shen was selling in his stomach. Before he could answer "probably not", Shen Lingjun had already asked himself and said: "They are also more pessimistic than ordinary people. .”

Xu Shaoting: "...Naiveness and pessimistic reality, these are a set of antonyms, right?"

Shen Lingjun ignored him, this man was driving a car, fortunately he had the nerve to say that Ms. Mary ignored him, and now he ignored the doubts of the people around him, and just said to himself: "I didn't tell you about my mother's embarrassment. When I was just a graduate student, I didn’t know what tragic realist literary masterpiece that exposed the suffering of the world, I thought about it all night, and booked a boat ticket to China, saying that I would also make a career here.”

"At that time, I just got engaged to my father. My grandfather chased her to the pier angrily, and asked her what a woman would do in China. My mother replied: She has read so many books. Isn't it time to return to her hometown and let her own Opportunities to put knowledge to use.”

Xu Shaoting immediately thought of Principal Ye, and was about to feel emotional when he heard Shen Lingjun say, "I don't know what kind of quarrel happened, but within a week, my mother sent a telegram, crying and asking my grandfather to pick her up and go back to England. And cursed that he would never set foot on the land of China again."

Xu Shaoting: "...It seems that something very bad has happened."

Shen Lingjun said: "Ms. Ye and my mother are only three years old. Ms. Ye must have encountered the things my mother encountered on this land, some things that made her feel wronged or even insulted."

"Actually, I only heard me say this, as if my mother has experienced the same thing as Ms. Ye, but made a different choice." Shen Lingjun looked directly in front of the car, watching the people coming and going on the streets of this land. people.

Most of them are of yellow race, but he also sees white people and black-yellow-skinned people from Southeast Asia, but he looks at the world with a cold eye, because until now he doesn't know where he belongs.

"But in fact, I often hear my stepfather ask my mother why she pays a large amount of money to China's aid agencies every year. You know, she has no way to know whether the money is really used in the United Kingdom. In order to help the poor, instead of being enriched by the greedy Chinese people."

When Xu Shaoting heard this, he didn't know how many times he was stunned today, but Shen Lingjun also laughed at himself: "Combined with my mother's vicious words of not setting foot on the land of Huaxia, I just feel that she is a bit inexplicable, but now I am also a little bit confused." I envy her, but I don't understand myself, what am I envious of?"