Chapter 12 twelve

On this day, after breaking up with Aurelia, I was sad and happy.The sad thing is: in the chat, I unintentionally aroused my nostalgia. For a long time, the emotions that have been smoldering for a long time are unrestrained and out of control.I left Aurelia, hid myself deep in the bushes of the park, covered my face with my hands, and cried secretly for a long time.The good news is: this time, after revealing her feelings in front of her, she has a better understanding of me, and the distance between our hearts has been shortened compared to the past. From her conversation, I knew her tragic life experience for the first time.

Her father was originally a military officer. During the First World War, he was ordered to be transferred to Tomsk to manage the Austrian prisoners.They all moved here.After the October Revolution, he died, and the mother and daughter were kept in the local area and never returned to Poland.Although she herself was educated in Russia, from primary school to university graduation, her thoughts and views still bear the stamp of Poland.For fifteen years, her only hope was to return to Poland soon.The revived motherland is the core of her dreams and souls. She misses the flowers, trees, sunshine, grasslands, and flowing water of Poland day and night.

In the past, her mother, who is proficient in Russian, taught music in the T middle school where she was teaching, raised her, and trained her to receive a perfect education.In the past two years, due to ill health, I retired and longed to return to my hometown. However, judging from the current situation, the possibility of returning to China is becoming less and less.An invisible high-speed iron fence is blocked between them and the motherland, and God knows when it will be crossed. In Tomsk, Aurelia's siblings are free, but her heart is imprisoned.Because of this kind of inner melancholy, her feelings gradually became so slender and delicate.She is not so much a fashionable modern person as a fantasy medieval person.In her body, there is an extremely profound religious mystery.

With such a life experience, she can naturally have a deeper understanding and sympathy for me who has been a desperado for many years. I’ve said it before: I don’t like Julien’s love style very much, but in order to test the red line of a woman’s emotional temperature, sometimes I still have to borrow the thermometer that Julien created. The friendship between me and Aurelia , having developed to this extent, I resolved to test my influence on her: to see if my affections could take the place of the man named Vasily. As for Vasili, it's strange that I haven't met him until now.I should like to run into him once at Aurelia's house, to see what kind of man he is.But I never met him once!

Sometimes, I also want to bring him up in conversation, but I am too embarrassed to say it.I can see clearly that no matter what excuse I use, as soon as I bring up the name Vasili, the other party's first thought reaction must be: he is jealous!I don't want to be regarded as jealous by others, especially in the eyes of a woman. So I've known Aurelia for over three weeks, and we haven't mentioned the mysterious name that made our acquaintance. Now I am determined to take on this man whom I have not yet met.I tried to use a scale to weigh the weight of me and him in her heart.I decided not to meet with her for a week.

During this week, not only did I not go to see her, but I avoided the chance to meet her as much as possible. I decided to spend most of my time in the library as usual.Not only to read a little book, but also to calmly think about the matter between me and her. I really don't go to her anymore.For the first three days, it was really difficult for me to restrain myself.I almost want to cancel my decision.But I finally resisted.This kind of patience really pains me.I began to realize that the relationship between men and women is the same as smoking opium, and the mutual affection is strong. Once they are separated, it is like a long-term addict who quits smoking immediately, and the pain is indescribable.

From the fourth day on, I finally calmed myself down slowly. Gradually, I regained my former calm. On the afternoon of the sixth day, when I came back from the library, the concierge gave me a letter. When I opened it, I found it was Aurelia's letter. The content of the letter is as follows: Mr. Lin: I haven't seen you for several days.I'm concerned about what happened to you.Special to see you today.I've been here twice and I'm disappointed that I didn't meet you. Tomorrow is Sunday again.My mother is not at home in the morning, I hope you can come, I made you a very strong coffee: you like to drink strong coffee, don't you?Be sure to come!profound.

After reading the letter, I was so happy that I almost shed tears. This time, I completely won the test. In my experience and imagination, when the friendship between a man and a woman is getting stronger and the attitude of the other party is unpredictable and unpredictable, a short separation is the best way to test the red line of the other party's relationship.In this isolation, if the other party really has affection for you, he (or she) will definitely come to you or write you a letter irresistibly, hoping to see you again soon.If there is no affection for you, even if the separation is longer, he (or she) will remain indifferent and let nature take its course.

This short letter answered everything. I kissed this letter fifty times. The next day, a rare clear day, the sun shone.At eight o'clock in the morning, I appeared at the door of Aurelia. The door opened, and when she saw it was me, she had a look of anger and joy on her face.I read the following words from her winking eyes: I am really angry with you for not coming to see me these days.But now that you are here, I forgive you everything! Her mother was not at home. She won't let me sit in the living room. You haven't seen the place where I live, so go upstairs and have a look today.

She lives in a house facing south on the second floor. Her bedroom is about three feet long and one foot five feet wide, which is a little too spacious for a lonely girl.The lower half of the walls were painted with blue powder, the upper half with white powder, the ceiling was pasted with blue floral paper, and the oil-red floor was polished as bright as a mirror.This kind of white, blue and red match extremely harmoniously and evenly, and the soft light and shadow intertwine with each other, which is indescribably soothing and aesthetically pleasing. On the wall of the bedroom, there are portraits of the great Polish musician Chopin, as well as enlarged photos of Dostoevsky and Heine.In addition, there is a Collotype reproduction of Raphael's "Madonna", a landscape painting of the Polish Fields, and an enlarged photo of Duncan, a gifted dancer, dancing in front of a temple in Athens.A round plaster relief head of Pushkin hangs in the corner.On the round platform, there is a plaster statue of a Greek goddess.The French-style French windows are deeply covered with blue curtains.It is now uncovered, allowing golden sunlight to project on the white felt of a large white iron bed, embroidered with rococo patterns by the sunlight.

Looking at the gorgeous equipment in the room, most of them are obviously left before the October Revolution.After the revolution, you will never be able to buy these things. The fireplace was already burning, and the fire was shining brightly.The sun came in from the window, bright and warm, soft and comfortable, making people forget that this is a terrible winter. She took off my cloak and made me sit down by the round table. The blue tablecloth was embroidered with small white flowers, evidently the work of the owner.The multi-coloured flower strings are long and stretched to the ground, so that people cannot see that the round table is a leg, while the table and the legs form a T-shape, a bit like the seats in a coffee shop. The white iron coffee pot is sizzling on a small alcohol stove, as if singing a morning song.It softens the atmosphere in the room. The hostess prepared two large shining glasses, took the coffee pot from the stove, and poured out two glasses, one full and one half poured.She gently placed the former in front of me, and immediately took out a sugar dish, a cupronickel spoon, a dish of candy, and a dish of pastries.These candies and pastries were given to them by me, and she was reluctant to eat them herself, so she still offered them to entertain me at this moment. She sat gently next to me, as quiet as a small animal. She smiled and asked me: I have a Caucasian fruit coffee, have you tried it? I've only heard of it, and it's available in coffee shops, but I haven't tried it. Haven't tried it?Try it today!However, I didn't do well. After finishing speaking, she pursed her lips and smiled softly. I took a sip, and it tasted really good. Not only was it strong, but it was also very fragrant and delicious.I think of her letter. Is this fruit coffee? She nodded. Very good.It seems that it is not a drink, but a cloud, which takes me to heaven!How is this coffee made? She told me that the method is very simple: just roast fruits such as apples and pears until they are mushy and crispy, grind them up, and boil them in coffee. Ah, apples and pears, I thought to myself: God knows how expensive these kinds of fruits are in the local area!She spent so much money to entertain me I kept thinking about it, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt a little disappointed. I took two sips of coffee, raised my head, and stared at her blankly.After watching for a while, I said softly: Miss Aurelia, after drinking this fruit coffee, I, I feel a little sorry for you! Excuse me?She looked at me in surprise. Yes, I am very sorry: I have spent a lot of money, a lot of time, and a lot of energy on you!Please don't do this in the future, it makes me very disturbed! She couldn't help laughing! What a queer man you are!Sometimes, it's terribly proud, and sometimes, it's terribly polite!Could it be that you are only allowed to entertain me, but I am not allowed to entertain you? My period of pride before you is coming to an end.From now on, I will be more polite every day. Why? Can't you see that it is necessary for me to be more polite to you every day from now on? I can't see it. can not tell?I don't believe that in China, when a pair of friends just met and the relationship is not very good, they are desperately proud of each other.After getting to know each other for a long time and becoming more harmonious, they become more polite to each other day by day. Why must this be so? When we first met, we tried our best to be proud and show off in order to attract each other.We have known each other for a long time and know each other very well. Knowing that the other party is just a few sets, I feel that there is no need to boast, so I become very polite.However, I would like to be polite to you, but there are special reasons. Special reason?As she asked, her face turned slightly red. I turned my head towards her, and in the softest and slightest voice, almost whispered to her: Because I'm so worried about your reaction! I stood up and walked to the big window. I let my whole body be bathed in sunlight. I didn't look back, but said in a dreamlike voice: behold!This is a rare sunny day.How beautiful and warm the sun is today!It seems to stretch out thousands of golden arms to embrace the world, embrace this little house, embrace you and me. I am looking at the sky now.The sky was blue, as blue as Miss Aurelia's eyes.I saw Miss Aurelia's eyes in the clouds above, countless eyes.They contain many, many things, many, many meanings.They represent a whole world.I feel like I live in these eyes. Behold, the white doves flew out, flying under the blue sky. These white doves were Aurelia's hearts.She has many, many hearts, milky white and pure like doves, flying lightly under the blue sky.O heart of Aurelia, where are you flying, are you going there? listen to Before I finished speaking, a person quietly walked up to me and bumped me lightly with his arm. I knew who it was, and I didn't look back. My eyes were still looking at the blue sky outside the window, and the white doves under the blue sky. What crazy things are you talking about? ! She spoke in the lightest voice beside me, as small as the sigh of fallen leaves, almost inaudible. I also said in a voice so soft that only she could hear it alone: Yes, Mr. Lin is crazy today.Even the sun is crazy, and the whole world is crazy.Today is a day that should be crazy and worth crazy.Just because Miss Aurelia's big and blue eyes gave a beautiful stare: everything is crazy! You are talking in your sleep. Yes, I am talking in my sleep!I am dreaming now, and this dream of mine is woven of Aurelia's blue eyes, as many blue flowers weave blue garlands. In this beautiful and fragrant dream, I heard her singing, she was singing the following song: dear sir, Why do you talk so much? If you were nicer, Please, before the sun disappears, Play a silent sun, Silently but burning me hot, Let me temporarily melt into one with the sun! After speaking, I turned around and hugged her tenderly.Our lips touched like sparks.I felt her trembling in my arms: she seemed to have been waiting for my sun-like reaction.At this moment, my whole being is like a great storm, and she is a grove within it. We kissed wildly, the more we kissed, the more passionate and crazy we became.These kisses fell on each other's faces and lips like raindrops, without stopping or ending, Suddenly, she fell into my arms and wept. I held her face in my hands and fixed my eyes on her beautiful oval face full of tears. I didn't open my mouth, but asked with my eyes.She turned her face away and suddenly smiled again.She leaned against me, gently rubbing my cheeks with her smooth, creamy cheeks. Silence is the only master of the world at this moment, it seems to have a more eternal beauty than eternity! The sun shines like diamonds on our hair, our faces, our bodies. The winter morning is quiet. White doves are flying leisurely in the sky. The pigeon bells are ringing beautifully, trembling. Twenty minutes later, we moved the round coffee table to the window.We drank coffee in the sun. While drinking, I looked at her with a smile. As she drank, she also looked at me with a smile. I finally laughed and put down my coffee cup. Why are you looking at me and smiling? This is the first time I call her you and not you. (In Russian conversation, only people who are very affectionate call you, and ordinary friends call you more.) Why are you looking at me and smiling?She also asked me with a smile. I answer: I look at you and smile, it's your smile. I look at you and smile, and I also laugh at you. We all laughed in unison. It is very quiet outside the window and inside the window.Our laughter is like pebbles thrown into the clear water, indescribably bright and clear. I can't help but pick up her hand on the table and hold it tightly; while thinking. She asked me gently: what's on your mind? I'm thinking about one thing!I answer. What's up?she asked. I was thinking: Is what we are enjoying now the so-called happiness in life! As I said that, I kissed her hand lightly. This of course is happiness! Is this the highest happiness in life? Well, as tall as Dante's tallest rose! I put down her hand and sighed softly. She asked me curiously: why do you sigh In the happiest time, I often sigh.In the most painful time, I often smile. Why do you have to sigh?She asked me persistently. because i'm afraid Before I finished speaking, I regretted it. I immediately moved closer to her, gently hugged her in my arms, and canceled the half sentence just now with another wild kiss. While kissing, I said to her intoxicated and madly: Why do I sigh?Because for the first time I saw the gates of heaven really open for me.ah