Write Zong Pu's Red Bean in the tone of Zhang Ailing.

Zong Pu's Red Bean tells that the heroine finally chooses revolution between revolution and love, while in Zhang Ailing's Lust, Caution, Wang Jiazhi chooses love. This conflict is very interesting. If it happens now, what choices will we have in life and love?

This article is only for self-entertainment. It is purely a whim to rewrite red beans with Zhang Ailing's tone and love view.

Red bean shrub

The burning fireplace faintly lit up the empty western-style suite, only the piano on the windowsill was black as bottomless stockings. I couldn't help but want to take a closer look, and suddenly a crack broke, and the shadow climbed from my calf to my heart.

Jiang Mei is busy in the kitchen. After living in America for so many years, she is still used to the taste of Chinese food. Qi Hong can't beat her, so she is told to cook by herself and eat a little occasionally, which can only increase the so-called freshness of life. There is only a dim light in the kitchen. After years of precipitation, Jiang Mei seems to be getting thinner and thinner, and finally becomes a black spot, which will eventually dissipate. She felt great emptiness and hoped that someone could accompany her. Qi Hong said that having a child would separate love, so she didn't want that child. Oh! She began to blame him again.

Jiang Mei used to be a little girl and never touched the kitchen. She was as clean as a blank sheet of paper, as if she could reach out and touch the lace she wanted, touch the English afternoon tea, and bend over to listen to the bells jingling in front of the window all afternoon-before meeting Qi Hong. Later, when I lived alone in a foreign land, my young passion was drowned out by trivial matters of life. Beethoven, Chopin, Su Dongpo, Li Shangyin and Keats Browning gradually retired in the chat topic, and trivial and frequent quarrels came as scheduled. She is like a silkworm that has shed a layer of white skin, but what grows out is wrinkles on her face, muscle relaxation and inner fatigue. That white skin, which should have been felt personally, is like Tiramisu seen through the glass, as if it had happened in a previous life.

Qi Hong walked for a long time and began to talk about some physical research. Jiang Mei didn't quite believe it. The two men had a big fight over this, tearing out the delicate old things in their hearts and stepping on them, as if they could give up the past better than anyone else and be more ruthless than anyone else. Finally, the exhausted Qi Hong didn't go home for several nights, saying that he "didn't want to stay in this smoky place". Jiang Mei trembled with anger, but she also knew sadly that in his mind, she had changed from sunshine to squeaky dark yellow light bulb. However, Qi Hong will always be moved by his own heart. The passage of time, instead of stopping in time, has become more and more crowded, filling the whole heart like cancer cells. Ah, women talk about men all their lives, think about men and complain about men. Men will not love a woman after they know her thoroughly.

The bedside lamp glowed with the broad yellow light of the years. After eating, Jiang Mei leaned against the bed and waited for Qigong. She still wants to make a generous appearance to save Qi Hong. Waiting is the hardest thing. It's empty. I don't know where I am. Jiang Mei picked up her pipe and took a long breath, as if she had an infinite capacity for alcohol. She came across this on the black market. The seller only said it would make people happy, so she took it. This is really boring and painful for her life. Through the layers of foggy yellow powder, Jiang Mei saw a bright red marriage certificate in front of the bookshelf, with two red beans tied on it, which looked like congestion, sticky but dry.

Qi Hong once said that he and she are like those two red beans, together forever, just like her long eyebrows and smiling eyes. Jiang Mei remembered the past and seemed to feel much better. If memory smells, it is the smell of camphor, sweet and safe, as if remembering happiness, sweetness and disappointment, and forgetting sadness. Jiang Mei recalled the spring of 1948-

Jiang Mei met Qi Hong for the first time. It was when she had just come out of the piano practice room. I don't know what that glance reminded Jiang Mei of Zhang Xiuqing's cold face, even when she talked to Xiao Su later.

Now that I think about it, it is also doomed to be entangled.

Xiao Su is Jiang Mei University's roommate, two years older than her. She is chubby in vain, simple in appearance and not aggressive. She is an honest friend that a woman likes to make at first sight. However, at that time, Jiang Mei didn't have much mind's eye. She just thought she was easy to contact, so she got in touch with her and learned a lot from her. Influenced by her, she joined the chorus and the New Poetry Society. When asked about freedom, Xiao Su said: "Freedom is a struggle, and a life of struggle is what everyone needs." At that time, Jiang Mei just shook the bird's head bit by bit, but her thoughts drifted away.

Jiang Mei still goes to the practice room every day. Coincidentally, she can bump into Zhang Xiuqing's indifferent face every day, which makes her secretly happy. What a woman values most is a man's love for her, especially a man who seems indifferent to anything in the world. This is a woman's nature, and Jiang Mei is no exception. That afternoon, white clouds were floating in the blue sky, willows wriggled along the roadside, catkins floated up, like a dream in a novel illustration, a wisp of white gas swelled out of his heart, and all kinds of dreamland spread out like a lazy snake-she finally waited for a conversation with Qi Hong, who didn't know his name was Qi Hong at that time.

"Why don't you play?" He asked.

"I can't play." She played it down.

"You pay too much attention to finger movements. Don't think about it, just remember the tune and it will pop up naturally. " He smiled.

Jiang Mei is serious now. She thinks how can a person have such a gap? There is always a cold light on his body. This is warmth and gentleness. Just for her? So I tried to talk and walk all the way. This trip is spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Jiang Mei has never had such a novel feeling in her life for more than 20 years, as if flowers bloom from the bottom of my heart and adorn all the monotonous colors in the world. Every second with Qi Hong is short and long, like weaving silk thread, combing and winding it into a red scarf, which gives birth to warmth and emotion from the bottom of my heart. She thinks she can do anything for Qi Hong.

The flame of love seems to devour everything. Jiang Mei ignored the persuasion of his mother and Xiao Su, and ignored the cognitive gap with Qi Hong. She ignored Qi Hong's phrase "I hate human beings except you" and took it as proof of his feelings for her.

The bedside lamp suddenly flashed and gave a "click". Jiang Mei clutching his aching stomach, now, Jiang Mei doesn't know whether he will regret it or not, and whether he will regain the feeling when reading Ai Qing's Torch. All she knows is that if she does it again, she will make the same choice, but she can't be as heartless as Qi Hong. Cold and cheerless. She remembers-

Mother's anemia treatment fee was earned by Xiao Su selling blood. Xiao Su is such a good person, so considerate of Jiang Mei, so dissuade him not to be separated from Qi Hong, but he was finally left behind by Jiang Mei, with comrades like Xiao Su. In fact, Xiao Su was right. Qi Hong's freedom is selfish, everything depends on herself, while Jiang Mei belongs to the public. But so what? She loves him, love means not asking right or wrong, right or wrong, love means love. But the heaviness brought by this love is unexpected.

Xiao Su was arrested for the revolution, and her father disappeared in Jiang Mei's childhood for the same reason. Just after Jiang Mei knew everything, Qi Hong suddenly unilaterally decided to go to live in the United States with her. Without Qi Hong, Jiang Mei might have followed his father and Xiao Su on the revolutionary road. But it's Qi Hong, but it's Qi Hong ... Love is laughing and drinking poisonous wine.

"I trust you." Mother said to Jiang Mei.

"I don't believe in myself." Jiang Mei read aloud at the bottom of my heart.

Jiang Mei put her hand on the indoor glass, and obviously felt that her hands and breathing were deeply sad. She squatted down and became very quiet, clutching her aching stomach. Everything has a price, and the price of happiness is pain. Gradually, Jiang Mei felt numb all over, except for her brain, which clearly told her that she needed to make a choice. She frantically wants to take her brain out of her skull, rub it hard and expose it to the sun! She lost her voice.

"Remember your father!" It's mom's voice.

"You will ruin yourself. Stop torturing yourself. Come among us. We all welcome you. " This is Xiao Su's voice.

"We will be together forever, and nothing can separate us." It's Qi Hong's voice.

Jiang Mei only felt that her soul drifted far away, and then floated back, like a ghost. She looked at her body in the distance, looked at her hunched back, but could not make a sound with her mouth open, and tears were mixed in her eyes and nose. And when her first reaction was "This look is too ugly for Qi Hong to watch", she knew her choice.

Oh! Memories are always melancholy. Pleasant people feel: it's a pity that it's all over, and it's still sad to think of it unpleasantly. Jiang Mei looked at the clock slowly pointing to three o'clock in the morning and turned to two red beans. For a moment, she was extremely eager to put the two red beans into the soymilk machine and break them, then they would not appear in the field of vision. Jiang Mei stood up slowly-she was too thin to lift her white shirt. She strolled to the bookshelf and stared at the two red beans, as if staring at herself in another time and space. The glass of the bookshelf reflects a yellow-faced woman with a haggard face. Jiang Mei looked at her body, not like herself, but like a lover other than herself. She was deeply sad and felt that she had wasted herself. After all, she still can't do it. After all, she still has to rely on that short sweet memory to spend empty days day after day, paralyzing herself and touching herself. Jiang Mei slowly drifted to the piano, the dark abyss. ...

Love is a dream, but some people always oversleep.

Ji Hong was drunk and stood in front of the house. He knew that Jiang Mei had a bad life recently. Numerous troubles and responsibilities buzzed around like mosquitoes, biting him and sucking him, but Jiang Mei was no longer the girl as white as the sun in his memory. He was just too tired.

Entering the door, it is a bright corner of the piano, with white fluff and two red beans sandwiched between black and shiny hair. Qi Hong fell into a trance and was once again bright and moved. In his dream, he walked in slowly. Ha! The girl's music score is Beethoven's moonlight song. What a lovely girl! But the girl's hand tightly covered her stomach. Is it uncomfortable?

"Bang bang!" Harsh piano sound, QiGong wake up.

It seems that he will never wake up his girl again.