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Hu Lancheng

Before, I had nothing to do in Nanjing, and I didn't read much books, newspapers and magazines. On this day, a Feng Heyi sent a monthly magazine of Heaven and Earth. I thought Heyi's name was good, so I moved a cane chair on the grass in the yard and lay in the sun reading a book. Look at the publication speech first. It turns out that Feng Heyi is also called Su Qing. It's hard for her to be so generous and agile. Turn to a "blockade", the author Zhang Ailing, I just read a section or two, and I don't feel like sitting up straight, and I read it carefully again and again. When I met Hu Jinren, I asked him to watch it. He praised it after reading it, but I was still lacking in heart.

I wrote to ask Su Qing, who is this Zhang Ailing fruit?

she only replied that it was a woman. I only feel that anything in the world that is about Zhang Ailing is good. And the second issue of heaven and earth arrived, and there was an article by Zhang Ailing, which is true. And this issue has her picture on it. When I see a good person or a good thing, I will be skeptical. It seems that I have to prove it again and again, so I am silly and happy again and again, but I don't ask what it has to do with me.

Later, I asked Su Qing about Zhang Ailing, and she said that Zhang Ailing didn't see anyone. Asked her for Zhang Ailing's address, she hesitated once before writing it to me. It was Room 65, sixth floor, apartment 192, Hurd Road, Jing 'an Temple.

I went to see Zhang Ailing the next day, but I didn't see her. I just handed in a note from the doorway, because I didn't bring my business card. Another day later, after lunch, Zhang Ailing called and said that she would come to see me. My home in Shanghai is in the beautiful garden of Daxi Road, not far from her, and she came immediately as expected.

when I met Zhang ailing's people, I only felt that it was completely wrong with what I thought. She came into the living room, as if she were too big, sitting there, naive and miserable, saying that she was a female student and not even mature. I'm even afraid that she lives in poverty, thinking that wartime intellectuals were originally bitter, but she can't make me think she is a writer.

Zhang Ailing's indomitable spirit makes the world shake in six ways, but my living room is not suitable today. She used to pay great attention to clothes, but she is a newcomer to the world, and the world has different kinds of clothes at different prices, but for her, nothing in the world has yet been tasteful. She is growing up like seventeen or eighteen, and her body and clothes are rebellious to each other. Her expression is the serious look on her face when the little girl comes home from school, walking alone on the road, thinking about something in her stomach, and she ignores her little classmates when they call her.

hers is neither vigorous nor charming, but I think everyone in front of me is her. I didn't even think she was beautiful, but I didn't like her and I was afraid of hurting her. Beauty is a concept, and it must be like this. Even the love for beauty has a fixed feeling. However, Zhang Ailing has knocked me all over. I often think that I know what is amazing. When I meet a real thing, being gorgeous is not that kind of glamorous method, and being surprised is not that kind of shocking method.

I actually want to fight with Aileen, criticize her current popular works, tell her what's good about her articles, and tell me about my stay in Nanjing, because in front of her, I have myself so clearly. I also asked her about her monthly income from writing articles and listened to her honest answer. When we first met, she was a young lady. It was impolite to ask these questions, but to a good person, the meaning of cherishing can only be to care about her body and life.

Zhang Ailing also likes to listen to me diligently. After sitting in the living room for five hours, she is generally confused and ridiculous. I am amazing before I know her, so she likes it, because I am really unconditional. And her love is also before she knows her own feelings. So strange, I don't know, I don't know, I can also be a bosom friend.

Later, I sent her to the alley, and they walked side by side. I said, "How can you be so tall?" Zhang Ailing was very surprised and almost disgusted by this sound, but it was really good.

Second

I went to see Zhang Ailing the next day. Her room was so luxurious that I was uneasy. The furnishings and furniture were simple and not very valuable, but they were priceless. A modern freshness and brightness was almost irritating. Outside the balcony, the whole of Shanghai is in the sky with clouds and shadows, and the trams under it come and go. Today, Zhang Ailing looks like the moon in a sapphire silk coat and glasses with a bright yellow border. When Tokyo was the most prosperous in the Three Kingdoms, Liu Bei was timid when he went to Mrs. Sun's room, and Zhang Ailing's room was also like this.

I sat in her room for a long time, just talking about theory and my life for a while, while Zhang Ailing just listened. Male huan female yue, a kind of like dancing, a kind of like fighting, and China old-fashioned male and female puppet dance carved on the bar, it is outrageous and provocative, just like Xue Rengui and the princess of Daizhan met in front of the two armies, and the dance is also like fighting. In folk songs, there are men and women who are in difficulty, storytellers love to listen to Su Xiaomei's three-difficult groom, and Wang Anshi and Su Dongpo are political enemies. However, the folks say that Wang Anshi's "xianggong" impressed Su Xueshi on the two pieces of knowledge of Huangzhou Chrysanthemum and Xiazhong Tea. Their friendship is very lively and much better than political enemies. I've always been no match for others, and I don't fight, but now I'm fighting with Zhang Ailing.

but I use all my weapons, which is not as good as hers. It is a famous story that Zhang Peilun, Zhang Ailing's grandfather, married Miss Li Hongzhang. Because I talked about it, she copied the poem of her grandmother to me, saying that her grandmother was not very good at writing poems, and this one was also adapted by her grandfather. She ruined the story in this way, so she wrote a good novel.

Zhang Ailing said that when she heard that I was imprisoned in Nanjing, she was moved to pity her talents. She went to Zhou's home with Su Qing and wanted to find some way to save me. I only feel that she is naive and ridiculous, and a surprise is better than gratitude. I can't even compare with Zhang Peilun, because the present moment is worth a thousand dollars, and I don't even have time to be touched and compared.

when I came home, I wrote my first letter to Zhang Ailing, but it turned out to be a new poem like the May 4th Movement, which was generally childish and ridiculous. Zhang Ailing was also surprised, and I thought it was good. It's all because of Zhang Ailing, which makes me feel embarrassed when I think about it later. But I said she was humble in my letter, but I told her. She wrote back that I was "compassionate because I know."

I will visit her every other day from now on. I went to see her three or four times, and Zhang Ailing was suddenly very upset and desolate. When a woman loves someone, there will be such grievances. She sent me a note telling me not to see her again, but I didn't think anything would happen in the world, so I went to see her again that day, and she was still happy to see me. I will go to see her every day in the future.

Because I talked about the photo published in Heaven and Earth, she took it out for me the next day, and there was a writing on the back: "Seeing him, she became very low, as low as dust, but she was happy and blossomed out of the dust." She sent photos like a sword from Wu Jizha. According to my own example, Xu Jun is just a lover, but it doesn't necessarily mean anything. Zhang Ailing knows that I like it, and since you like it, I will give it to you when I say it, and I will give you the photos, and I am also happy. And I only accepted it, and I was not fascinated. All kinds of feelings and thoughts can be just a good word. The realm of this good word is that it is still before feelings and thoughts, but it has meaning, not what meaning, and even the joys and sorrows have no names.

3

When I arrived in Nanjing, Zhang Ailing wrote a letter. I took it in my hand like a stone, which was so weighty, but not a sense of responsibility. I don't miss you very much, but I have become fond of singing. Every time I go back to Shanghai, I go to see Aileen before I get home. I step into the door and say, "I'm back."

I didn't come out of Aileen's place until dusk, and I went to the beautiful garden home. Before going to bed, I wanted Qingyun to talk with me once. Qingyun thought that my uncle was always good, and Miss Zhang was no better than a leisurely woman. One night, I came out from Aileen's place and went to Xiong Jian's club. Mr. and Mrs. Jiandong were playing cards with friends. I watched it at the card table once, only to feel restless and full of heart. I wanted to sing and talk, and even the electric light would laugh at me.

I usually go back to Shanghai once a month and stay for eight or nine days. When I go out in the morning and go home at night, I only see Zhang Ailing. The two of them stay in the room. The man has abandoned farming and the woman has abandoned weaving. I don't even want to go out to play with the Taoist, and I have no time. In the old play, Shen Guisheng could stay with a nun in Zhizhen's room for years and months, even without thinking of a honeymoon trip, which seems to be true.

when we are together, we just can't finish talking. In front of Aileen, what I want to say is like playing the huqin by a novice. I have worked hard, but I still can't say the right words. The sound of silk and bamboo has also become the sound of stone. I am really annoyed and upset. I often say and change, and I regret it again. However, Aileen likes this kind of excitement, like knocking out the brains of people who listen to Shanxi Bangzi, and listening to me, there are people everywhere. No matter what I say, Aileen also feels like "climbing the bar to pick fragrant flowers, words are joyful."

all kinds of Aileen make me unaccustomed. She never sympathizes with others, and has no sympathy for anyone. There is no exaggeration or injustice in her world. She is very selfish and ruthless. Her selfishness is that a person has made a big scene on a festive occasion, and her own existence is particularly clear. She is cruel because she can't stand a little injustice. She is very obedient, and obedience is a willing joy to her. And she has countless apologies to the world, and always feels that she has done something wrong, and she regrets it. Her regret is like discussing the soft words of the swallow in the spring sun of the earth.

I am pedantic to stereotypes, but Zhang Ailing gave me fresh surprises before judging right and wrong. In old novels, people often go to fairyland, and most of them don't know their names. Aileen's words and actions are like ice charcoal with me, and I don't think so at the moment. Even the paintings she showed me are completely wrong with what I expected. But I don't have to wait until I know it later to admire it with joy. Even I didn't know it at first, and even my admiration for joy has not yet formed. I was somewhat surprised by rebellion, which is very good. And I just admitted everything I didn't know with such a spicy and confused good feeling. She asked me if I liked her paintings, so I had to answer yes, and Aileen was very happy to hear it and told her aunt.

I am an ideologically trained person, and I can't admit anything until I have passed the theory. I showed my paper to Aileen, but she said it was better to disband because of the strict system. I did disband it and drive everything like an army. It turned out that it was better to let everything go home and talk and laugh all the way. I am also forbidden by noun terms. I am not afraid of being rich and powerful, but I am timid about the official academic authority. Once I dared to say that a dream of red mansions is better than Tolstoy's war and peace, or Goethe's Faust, but Aileen replied flatly, of course a dream of red mansions is better than a journey to the west. The morning glory and the weaver girl meet at the magpie bridge, and the whispers are unfinished, and suddenly it is dawn, and even the entertainment has become sloppy. In the midnight song, there are: Stay overnight, talk all night, and the road to Wan Li is endless.

Aileen and I are in Wan Li Road, Tonghua, and we talk incessantly in Korean.

I was so obsessed with relationships between men and women that after a few days, both of them were struggling. Then I went to Nanjing to give her time to write articles. And every time I say goodbye, I don't feel sad. It's like I've passed the Lantern Festival, and I have a new feeling about ordinary days. Just say that the Milky Way is a tear, but it turns out that the lightness of the Milky Way is a description of joy.

IV

Christ said, "What belongs to Caesar belongs to Caesar, and what belongs to God belongs to God." Nowadays, people are classified in this way, but Zhang Ailing has taught me that there is no taboo. People all over the world don't die of martyrdom, but of martyrdom. If a good thing is forbidden by witchcraft, it will be bad.

I heard people often say that I was happiest when I was a student, so I asked Aileen, but Aileen didn't like school life very much. I thought childhood was necessary, and she didn't miss it either. Now I think it's the right feeling, but now she doesn't have such a right feeling. She also confidently told me that she didn't like her parents, that she lived alone outside, that she had a younger brother who came to see her occasionally, and that she was heartless. This is very much against my work. However, China's civilization was originally based on five ethics and five permanents, not people belonging to the five ethics and five permanents. The ethics has not been destroyed by the revolution for thousands of years, because there can be peach blossom girls and Fan Lihua at the same time as the twenty-four filial piety.

Folk people go to the theatre, and they like to watch the peach blossom girl who fights with her father-in-law. I also like Fan Lihua and Fan Lihua who killed their husbands and fathers, but the Datang world still wants her to be a beautiful and capable person. And Nezha, Nezha was a small child, who was in great trouble. His father was afraid of getting into trouble, and he was punished with the help of his life. When Nezha was angry, he returned the meat to his mother and the bones to his father. Later, Guanyin Bodhisattva made his limbs out of lotus leaves and lotus roots. Zhang Ailing is also such a lotus body.

Aileen is new to her, like the new clothes she wears, which are particularly eye-catching for impurity. She immediately feels a little foggy or obscene. Xiang Yu in a serial studio, the man said to Jiang Xue, "Xiang Yu loves his wife, and Jiang Xue is tired of my friends." Aileen is very unhappy. There are several cultural people I know through gossip with Aileen. As soon as Aileen looks at them, she can see that they are neither clean nor clever. Every time I listen to her, I can't help comparing people with myself, and I am more or less frightened, but I can't behave myself.

I praised Aileen's room, but she said it was decorated by her mother before she went abroad. If she decorated it herself, she would like exciting colors. Zhao Kuangyin described the rising sun: "If you don't want to shine, Qian Shan Wanshan is like a fire." Aileen's excitement is the brilliant color of spicy tarts like this. She looked at Jin Ping Mei and Song Huilian's clothes, and she noticed them. I asked her if she felt excited when she saw the obscene places, but she didn't. She loves reading tabloids, and she still reads many ugly and pretentious sentences while laughing and cursing; There are also quips, and the quips in the tabloids are often pathetic, which can't be sympathized with Aileen at all, but when she told me, she was so happy and funny. No matter what she is looking at, she is still just herself, not sharing joys and sorrows with the people in the book, as clean as if she were not stained with the world of mortals.

Aileen doesn't even touch good things. Many new-school women have read her articles, deliberately trying to imitate the characters she wrote, but Aileen herself doesn't like such characters. Aileen can be intimate with Pan Jinlian and Li Pinger in Jin Ping Mei, but she never sympathizes with them. She is also intimate with Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai, Xifeng Qingwen and even Aunt Zhao in a Dream of Red Mansions, but she never wants to compare them with herself. She does the same for men in books or at present. She is a person who enjoys flowers in the spring and never falls in love.

I thought I could look at the princes head-on, but I still have too much gratitude. Aileen has never done this once. Even if the other person is the sun god, she can see him clearly in a small place. Ordinary people's feelings, even me, tend to tolerate gentlemen, not villains, and things, too, but tragedies have always been made by good people, and many good things have only been destroyed, because such good things are limited and sick, but in fact unforgivable or unforgivable. Aileen is very strict with good people and good things, but she is only strict with little people and ordinary things. She is really equal. Aileen is like a child, so she doesn't like children. She doesn't get close to dogs and kittens, and she doesn't even like little angels. Once, when she came back from moving a white newspaper that printed books, she had to pay the coachman a small bill at the door of the apartment. She felt very ashamed and afraid. She would rather have more money, put it in the coachman's hand and hurried upstairs, even afraid to look at the coachman's face. China folks also say that a child's eyes are the cleanest, and he smiles in his sleep, because the Bodhisattva is teaching him, and sometimes when he is frightened for no reason, it is because he sees something ominous and unclean. Zhang ai