Chapter 9 Chapter Three Four

On Sunday morning, the whole apartment seemed to be asleep, and there was no sound. He only sat up from the sofa when he heard the sound of the old man running back in the morning and turning on the water hose to take a shower. I had many dreams at night, but I can't remember them at this moment. The images are blurry, fragmented, and in a trance.Memory decline is a symbol of old age, but I have just stepped into the gate of 60, is there such a big difference? He put his hands on his head, closed his eyes and tried to remember.But the dream couldn't condense into shape for a long time.He just put the helmet on himself, and his head was heavy with exhaustion.

Jing Han, do you drink tea or coffee? coffee. He needs a strong, bitter drink. Would you like to meet Lao Mi for brunch? He suggested to Uncle Heng and told him about Mrs. Mi taking her son away. Well, you call and tell him to come at ten. Uncle Heng was very generous today and actually agreed. He glanced at his watch.It's still early, only nine o'clock. Mi's phone rang ten times, but no one answered. Went out for morning tea, Uncle Heng estimated that he appreciates Cantonese-style refreshments.Invite him to dinner. Not tonight, Lixing wants me to attend her boss's dinner.

Then come to drink tea at four o'clock in the afternoon, and I'll go buy some snacks. When you watch us eat, just don't be greedy. Uncle Heng was very hospitable today, to the point of begging for perfection. I treat guests and go to the street to buy them at noon.He first made a plan with his uncle: At that time, we have to persuade Lao Mi well and encourage him to cheer up. After such a toss last night, I think he is devastated! Uncle Heng is still pessimistic.He had now dried his hair and was running his fingers through it. Are there any English tutoring classes for new immigrants in the United States?Lao Mi should learn English well first.

He had lessons, but he didn't pay attention, and the result was zero. His wife is getting divorced, so it's no wonder he's not paying attention.What a pity, what a dilemma Pity, my uncle interrupted contemptuously, all American men.The more civilized the society, the higher the rights of women, which means that the traditional power of the husband is challenged, and the power of the father is further reduced. These days, it is not easy for men to make a living, and it is thankless to be a parent. No wonder many people seek a psychiatrist.I hated Ronald Reagan as president, but I sympathized with him when he blatantly opposed equal rights for men and women and advocated for women to return to the kitchen.

Uncle Heng started another discussion. If Lao Mi returns to the mainland He couldn't help interrupting. right!Everything else is nonsense, tell him to return to the mainland! Glad to have found a way out for Lao Mi, Uncle Heng immediately threw away the towel and hurried to the kitchen to boil water. He asked Lixing's hotel phone number and called her. The operator found her in the restaurant and was having breakfast with the boss and his wife. What a coincidence, I'm going to call you too.The boss decides to go back to Taipei tomorrow, and the dinner will not be held in the evening. He has made an appointment with Niu Xian, and he will pick you up at six o'clock.

This is doing what you can, planning everything carefully, and always playing a game ahead of you. Thank you for the gift, it is very beautiful and very useful. I specially ordered it, pure gold is useless, I just warn you not to send it out easily. A crisp laughter came from the microphone. You shouldn't be spending so much money. I owe you too much and I don't know how to pay it back. As long as you know. There was another clever laugh. At the other end of the line, her round face must be a blooming tulip. Talking and laughing, it can be seen that he no longer cares about his ruthlessness and rudeness last night.He was relieved.

Is the movie good? very good! I was in a bad mood yesterday and I couldn't accompany you. I'm sorry. You look really tired. Did you sleep well at night? not good.A downstairs neighbor had an accident. He briefly recounted the events of the Mi family. That is very pitiful, and I also sympathize with it.Our company is about to start operations. While building a factory building, we will go to work first.I might be able to put him in a job like a cleaner or something We want to persuade him to go back to the mainland. Will he?She was skeptical.When I was studying for an MBA, I met several people who couldn't continue their studies and lived in poverty, but they all refused to go back to Taiwan for fear of meeting Jiang Dong's parents!

She said that if you see Chairman Gao at night, you might as well take a breath. Jing Han, I heard that your son is coming out, do you want to talk to Gao Dong too, eh? How does she know that her son is coming out? He turned to look at Uncle Heng.The old man was scooping coffee with his back, and the aroma had begun to diffuse.Woo The kettle barked.The old man moved quickly and carefully poured boiling water into the coffee filter. Are you boiling water?That's right, Li Xing obviously guessed what he was suspicious of. I asked Uncle Heng about your son. Don't blame him. No, no, don't worry.

It was as if he had dropped a big stone from his heart, and he felt a lot easier first. You know, Qihua is going to divorce, Chonghan is going to come out yes.I'm willing to help with Chonghan's matter. Thank you, but I want him to study first.in addition He hesitated for a moment, then shook his mind vigorously: I had a phone call with Qihua the day before yesterday, and I still asked her to come to the United States. We have to talk face to face. She also wants to come. If I want to come with Chonghan, I must meet her. Do it, you may understand my intentions The earphones have been silent for a long time, and now they seem to be dead, without any response.

Do it, do it, listen to me! He shouted into the receiver, but his eyes were fixed on the back of the old man making coffee. At this moment, he hoped that the latter would meddle in his own business one more time. Jing Han, where am I listening? Li Xing's voice finally picked up again, slowly and calmly. This kind of thing really needs to be discussed clearly by two people face to face.You're right, I understand you, let's meet tonight.I have to go and finish my breakfast, I'm afraid it will be cold. She decisively cut off the phone. sugar?Add milk? Uncle Heng brought him a cup of coffee.

He shook his head and refused.If you want to suffer, just suffer to the end. Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but the kitchen is so small, there's no way not to. When the host sat down with his own coffee, he explained first. It doesn't matter, I have no secrets. If I'm not mistaken, you asked Qihua and her son to come to America together, huh? He nodded in acknowledgment. I heard that the US embassy is unwilling to issue visas to unmarried men and women.If there is any trouble, please uncle try to clear it. The old man waved his hand, indicating that there was no problem.Accompanying mothers, especially handicapped mothers, to the United States has several recent examples, and he believes that there will be no obstacles. How do you afford it? What Uncle Heng is more concerned about is the life of Qihua, mother and son in the United States for five years? I'll figure it out. I think I'll have to hold another job in Taiwan. He was afraid that Uncle Heng would misunderstand and would involve his relatives, so he agreed very firmly.In fact, I was at a loss for what to do about it.I have reached the age of waiting for retirement, and the successors in the institute have begun to be cultivated. Where can I find a second job? He thought of taking out a loan.I have never reached out to anyone, I am afraid I have to go back to Taiwan and discuss it with Cai Min. Five years, why must five years?This number sounded like Sun Wukong's magic spell, which gave him a headache. I can only take care of my granddaughter alone. Uncle Heng made it very clear. The reality and indifference of family affection aroused his self-esteem even more. Don't worry, Uncle Heng, they will not implicate you when they come.Tomorrow I will go to the library to find a school for Chonghan.In addition, I have entrusted Lao Mi to find an apartment.Before I return to Taiwan, these things will be arranged first. Uncle Heng obviously didn't agree with his plan, and shook his gray head vigorously a few times. Anyway, I warned you, Jing Han. After the old man finished speaking, he shrugged his shoulders, buried his head in drinking coffee, and was too lazy to talk about it. At noon, he was cooking lunch in the kitchen when the police came to the door suddenly. Hello Mr Hu, nice to see you again! It was the white cop who chewed gum non-stop last night who was still grinding his teeth at this moment.Standing behind him was a middle-aged Caucasian man in casual clothes, who introduced himself as the manager of the apartment. What can I teach you? Uncle Heng held his head high and held his chest high, with his hands crossed in front of his chest, like one of the four great Vajras in the temple, blocking visitors from the door. We would like to ask you and your nephew some questions about Mr. Mi, and the policeman politely explained his intentions. In addition, we would like to ask you to identify a note, which was found on Mr. Mi. how?what about Mr. Mi He put down the knife he was cutting, and rushed to the police in three steps and two steps. He hanged himself in the park. impossible! Uncle Heng cried out in protest. I just jogged to the park in the morning The police said: The place where he hanged himself was in the densely forested area in the west, and people who jog in the morning generally do not take this route.Excuse me, can we come in? The master quickly let them into the living room. Fortunately, I took his notes last night, otherwise we would not have identified the deceased so smoothly. The policeman sat down and expressed his luck as he opened his briefcase. Here is a note from his pocket, which we have had translated.Now I have made a photocopy, please check if it is his handwriting, we are also in contact with his wife. The photocopied paper spread out on the coffee table shows that the original manuscript was torn from a lined notebook, with rough five-line horizontal writing and no punctuation marks. Daddy Guangming loves you, I love you so much, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have listened to my mother’s words, and brought you to America Dad, I’m sorry, you have to go first, the ashes I hope will be sent back to my hometown in the future father left Is this Mr. Mi's handwriting? The police questioned the uncle and nephew. I didn't remember seeing his words before, so Uncle Heng answered on his behalf, but Guangmingming is his son's nickname, that's right. When was the last time you saw Mi?under what circumstances? Right after you leave.Mr. Mi hopes that his wife will stay and talk to her if he has something to say.But she ignored her and said she wanted to see her son, so she came upstairs with me. How does he look? Frustrated, downcast, not talking.I said goodbye to him and he closed the door without responding. How were the two kids last night? Mrs. Mi took it away. What time was that? Uncle Heng was at a loss, and turned to look at his nephew. He quickly replied: I sent them out at half past nine. After this, do you have any news about him? Both shook their heads. My nephew called him in the morning to buy him brunch, but no one answered. What time was that? He replied that it was nine o'clock. Uncle Heng asked the policeman in the record: When did he That will have to wait for the coroner's report.At ten o'clock in the morning, a jogger passed through the woods and only called the police when he spotted it. I believe it was early morning. The apartment manager, who had been silent all this time, spoke at this moment. I don't sleep well, I wake up at four o'clock every day.Shortly after waking up this morning, I heard someone coming downstairs and opening the door to go out.I think he didn't go out until after four o'clock. The manager also said that he had just accompanied the police to search Mi's apartment. The house was cleaned cleanly, and the beds for adults and children were made neatly.Especially for the double bed, the quilt is rolled up to reveal two pillows, which is convenient for people to get in and sleep, which shows the care and thoughtfulness of the person who made the bed. The manager believed that the deceased did not have a stiff neck all night. Does Mrs. Mi live at home? The policeman asked the owner. They live apart. The police asked some more questions, but Uncle Heng refused to say more, and expressed his reluctance to receive any news media. After seeing off the guests, the uncle and nephew sat at the dinner table, feeling at a loss. What a fool! The old man muttered to himself, as if regretting, but also as blaming. His mood is much more complicated.Lao Mi's actions are regrettable, and he committed suicide because he couldn't think about it for a while. It is pitiful to leave his two sons behind.Lao Mi is stupid, but he doesn't dare to take it lightly.Deep down in his heart, he even envied Lao Mi's courage. Suicide may be a shortcut, bypassing the twists and turns, avoiding thorns and thistles, not only avoiding worries and troubles, but also ignoring the accusations and pity of others, and eternity and rest in a moment.Originally, only because of life, there are aging, sickness and death, as well as endless emotional fetters.Being able to settle everything once and for all is not in itself a great joy in life. He was surprised to find himself not only sympathizing with the dead man but admiring him.After 34 years of hard work, you can't let it go, Hu Jinghan.He is wary of himself.Qihua waited to see each other.You owe her most of your life just to fulfill her wish, so you shouldn't give up on yourself. It turns out that the thought of committing suicide is just a matter of a moment, and it can be indifferent for sixty years, but suddenly one day, the idea of ​​seeing the good and thinking about it arises.My aunt committed suicide back then, maybe it was just a mistake. All these ideas cannot be exchanged or communicated with Uncle Heng.A person who jogs every day to exercise his body will never sympathize with the thoughts of others committing suicide.Uncle Heng never sympathized with Lao Mi, and it was useless to talk to him about Lao Mi's death. There is indeed a divide between them, he admits, not because of age, but because of cultural differences. After sitting for a while, he got up and continued cooking Chinese food. The stomach is bloated and depressed like a sponge that has absorbed water.He reluctantly drank a bowl of soup and couldn't help but lit a cigarette. Uncle Heng, who always eats regularly, has a poor appetite this time.Holding the bowl in his hand, staring at the checkered plastic floor in the kitchen from time to time, he forgot to take a bite of food for a long time.The floor was empty, but the old man watched stubbornly, as if his whole mind had penetrated the plastic plate and entered the world below. After the shock, Lao Mi's choice gradually became questionable, and its inevitability was called into question.He could puff out a mouthful of cigarettes, but he couldn't dispel the shadow of that honest man.Looking at himself so deeply last night, he obviously had something to say.I hate myself for not thinking that I should go down to see him afterwards.If I had a long talk with him and gave him advice and comfort, would the ending be different? He was disturbed by it.Lao Mi's misfortune seemed to be a sign, but he was at a loss as to the specific revelation. Actually, he didn't have to commit suicide As soon as he opened his mouth, Uncle Heng was taken aback, and almost knocked the bowl out of his hand. What? I said, Lao Mi doesn’t need to commit suicide, because The second half of the sentence was cut off by Uncle Heng's fearful gaze. Don't talk about suicide! The old man looked resentful.Looking at the half-burned cigarette, he suddenly frowned, and his emotions shifted. I said, you protect the environment in Taiwan, but pollute the air here. Has no one advised you to stop smoking? He said that he was suffering from a heart attack, and he could only apologize. I'm sorry, this is my waywardness, a little self-mockery that is rare in life. He stubbed out his cigarette. In the past, Yongyong only said one thing, she didn't like As the old man said, he put the bowl away properly, and put on a posture of flowing water. Quitting smoking is not difficult, let me show you. He stopped the other party from talking, and picked up the half-pack of three-five cards and the lighter on the table. Quit smoking for Lao Mi! He tossed them in the trash can under the sink. Well, we'll see. The old man shrugged his shoulders and lowered his head to eat. Throughout the afternoon, the two avoided mentioning Lao Mi. Uncle Heng cut his hands behind his back at one point, watching the maple leaves blown red by the autumn wind in front of the window.Then, sitting at the desk, he took out a copy of "The Encyclopedia of North American Maple Trees" from the old books lined up against the wall.After spreading it out, put on your glasses and start reading.Soon, the old man turned into a fossil, with no movement in his writing style. He sat on the couch and read documents.There was no sound in the room, so quiet that I couldn't bear to flip the paper.Occasionally, I listened attentively, as if I could hear the sigh of maple leaves leaving branches outside the window.A moment of tranquility is rest, but a long one is suffocating. The apartment on Sunday is so quiet that it is like a tomb that has not woken up for a long time.There are no human voices and children's laughter, and no cats barking or dogs barking.The closed windows also blocked the sound of the city.Only the gorgeous autumn sun reminds people that there is a living world outside. He stared at his uncle's back, and suddenly realized that this is an apartment mainly for the elderly.Without the embellishment of the Mi family, everything returned to silence.After they leave, no one cares, the earth keeps turning like an old man, if he can't sit up, maybe no one cares, even his granddaughter can't catch up to take a look. Unable to bear the suffocating silence, he took a stroll through the streets and bought back a copy of the China Times. They all stood in front of Mi's house for a while, and listened intently.Nothing happened.Poor old Mi, the room he took pains to clean up seems to have been completely forgotten by his family. Mi's neighbors across the street also closed their doors.The whole apartment looks like a castle abandoned by the plague.Alone and dead.He heard his slow footsteps, like a tunnel through time, and the footsteps were as desolate as echoes in the valley. In the evening, when he was fully dressed and waiting for Niu Xianli, Uncle Heng called him to watch TV news. Lao Mi may be on TV. Sure enough, right after the news of the San Francisco Gold Rush game, a tree-lined view of Golden Gate Park appeared on the screen, and the announcer also introduced: A man who recently immigrated from China was found hanging from a pine tree in Golden Gate Park at 10:00 this morning On the stretcher in front of the ambulance, the body was covered with a white cloth, only the soles of two off-white shoes were exposed side by side, like a no-war sign erected on a stage. He recognized this pair of cloth shoes, and he was sure that they were Lao Mi. The announcer said that the deceased had left a suicide note, and the suspicion of homicide was preliminarily ruled out, and the body had been claimed by his estranged wife. About a minute before and after, it just explained a person's life. Well, it's all here. Uncle Heng muttered in English, regretting the short time. really poor He was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak, and it was as if his relatives were being carried away. Lao Mi shouldn't come to the United States, not everyone is used to living in the United States. The old man only commented on the whole incident, and then turned off the TV. Should not come to America.Thinking of his wife and children, he couldn't help feeling perplexed.The empty stomach is tightening at this moment. Pick him up on time. Talking about what happened to Lao Mi on the road, Xianli was very surprised and regretful. He shouldn't be so overwhelmed!And pick in the park Probably not to scare the children.I didn't condemn my wife's words in the suicide note, obviously for the sake of the children.Lao Mi loves children. If you love children, you should find a way to survive! Young people cannot accept his analysis. Not everyone is used to living in America. He blurted it out. That also makes some sense. My mother is not used to living here, and always complains that life in the United States is like a pool of stagnant water. Xianli said that his mother traveled to the United States every year for eight consecutive years in order to maintain her green card.Recently, I finally made up my mind to come to the United States for a long-term residence next year, hoping to get a citizenship. After becoming a U.S. citizen, she can live in Taiwan forever without having to travel back and forth every year. Traveling to the United States every year, he agreed, is indeed a waste of time and money. He felt tired, whether it was because of Mrs. Niu or because he was afraid of the long journey. Li Xing, Gao Dong and his wife were already waiting in the Crown Building on the 23rd floor of the Fairmont Hotel. The building is named after the crown, and the crowns collected over the years are displayed on both sides of the elevator.The wine cabinet stood as the door, and a huge golden crown was hung from the ceiling, adorned with multicolored gemstones.There are rows of automatic dining tables in the aisle, with meat, vegetables, fruits, and desserts in various styles, all emitting attractive aromas.The guest seats are set along the glass as the window of the wall, and the view is extremely wide.No matter from which angle you look out, you can see the stalagmite-like high-rise buildings, the sparkling water of Jinshan Bay, reflecting the blue sky and sunset, and the scenery is superb. The three hosts occupy the high-altitude seat behind the wine cabinet.The floor has a turntable, which rotates at an imperceptible speed, so that the whole picture of Jinshan Bay is automatically brought to the eye without the need for guests to look forward. After the host and guest met and exchanged business cards, he was arranged to sit next to Li Xing. are you busy? He asked tenderly. When she entered the door, she lowered her head first, concentrating on reading a stack of documents spread on her lap, and did not pack them into her purse until they approached. Well, go back tomorrow, so She then smiled, expressing that she was competent and happy at the job.From her bright face, it was not obvious that she had any grudges against him. Mrs. Gao on the opposite side told him: Ms. Yang's professionalism is well-known in our company. She is a middle-aged woman with a well-maintained figure, and she is gorgeously dressed, and the cheongsam of millet red satin shines brilliantly, which complements the brilliance of the Wangguan Tower quite well. Thank you for your compliment, Mrs. Gao. Li Xing responded with a generous smile. The host handed over the cigarette. Thanks, I quit smoking. Li Xing was surprised: When did you quit smoking? today. Gao Dong was startled, and then laughed loudly: Mr. Hu is amazing!If I can retreat bravely, I should learn from you. how to choose today Li Xing glanced at him in confusion, hesitated to speak. Because of anger with Uncle Heng or because of Lao Mi's sudden death He himself was at a loss. I think I know, Xianli said confidently: Mr. Hu is an expert in environmental protection, he should set an example by taking the lead in quitting smoking. Yes, yes, admire! Gao Dong expressed his awe, and actually put away the cigarette case. Li Xing's boss is not more than fifty years old, but his forehead is already bald, and he wears a pair of myopia glasses on the bridge of his nose. He speaks softly and looks like a university professor at first glance. After a while, the waiter brought the cocktails that everyone ordered. After toasting everyone, the host asked Niu Xianli about a technology smuggling case, and the defendant was Yi Chunnan. Please forgive me, Mr. Hu, the host explained to him the reason for his curiosity. In Taiwan, information about the CCP has always been closed.We have a Chinese Economic Research Institute, but the research results are not published.As for this smuggling case, we only have a little understanding of the plot involving Chinese people doing business with the CCP. He didn't know who Yi Chunnan was, so he cheered up and listened.It took a while to find out that the person who had sex was a Taiwanese, who sold highly sophisticated computer equipment to China, but was caught by the US government and prosecuted Yi Chunnan for illegal smuggling. Can this charge be overturned? Li Xing is also very concerned. Xian Ligang talked with a lawyer, and it is said that he is very sure that he will win the lawsuit. Federal prosecutors are mainly accusing Yi Chunnan of violating export control laws by selling TWTs to China.However, after expert research, this instrument has not been clearly included in the list of controlled products.Another crime is the export of munitions with interference effects. There are too many devices with this effect!In a free society, it would be a great threat to society if the statute were to be allowed to be so broadly interpreted.Lawyers believe that it is not easy for an independent jury and judge to accept such a literal interpretation. President Reagan agreed to open up technology equipment to the CCP this year. Gao Dong said, does this mean that the export control will be revised soon? Let's not be optimistic first.He believes that the bureaucratic system in the United States was not formed in a day. Various departments check each other and compete for power and profit. Every business enterprise has its own lobby group to influence the legislation of Congress. Controlled products like this kind of technological sales were restricted 30 years ago to prevent high-tech from falling into the hands of the Soviet Union, but now they have been specifically targeted at China.Many American manufacturers, including our company, are calling for China to be removed from the list of embargoed destinations. Otherwise, business will be difficult and it will be bad for the United States itself, right? To Xianli's appeal, Gao Dong nodded approvingly frequently. What conclusive evidence did Yi Chunnan have, and did it fall into the hands of the FBI? The owner's eyes are piercing, revealing the shrewdness of an entrepreneur. One of his Hong Kong clients was an FBI agent in disguise.Here's the thing.In addition, a whole container disguised as a suitcase was seized in Hong Kong and computer software was copied. Is every shipment to Hong Kong inspected? Our company is currently in a state of trepidation. All the products we sell are prepared to be randomly checked by the customs, and even the phone calls are assumed to be tapped. Xianli said that manufacturers doing business with the mainland and Hong Kong are particularly careful, lest they violate the federal government's regulations on the illegal sale of sophisticated technology products.There are vague clauses in the regulations, coupled with the rapid development of science and technology, the clauses remain unchanged, often resulting in ambiguous interpretations or traps, resulting in disadvantageous positions for manufacturers. In addition to guarding against the FBI, we also need to guard against spies from various countries, especially the Soviet Union and Japan, from stealing scientific and technological information.In Silicon Valley, everyone is on high alert all the time. Unexpectedly, Gao Dong said with a very interesting smile that Silicon Valley is full of spies. Obviously, the purpose of the host's treat is to inquire about the situation in this regard. He heard halfway, his concentration has been lost, and his mind and stomach are equally empty and suffocated.The most eager to take a puff of cigarettes, and then slowly exhale Smoke rings come.Instead, he just gulps down the bourbon-and-cheese cocktail lonely.The emotions are like clouds, as the alcohol circulates the whole body, it gradually rises to the mind.Dense like air, agitated like tide.He wished to be drowned in alcohol. The waiters are attentive.A third cup of Helios was brought.He took a sip, looking past the purple cherries and Mrs. Gao's cheongsam stiff collar to the The glass window behind her. It was already the time when the lights came on, the twilight was thick, and the tall buildings looked like elves and monsters, constantly staring.Underneath the dormant sea, dark, Unfathomable. He felt as if he were in an undersea submarine, passing through the black waters, hovering among schools of fish and fish. The arched lounge is also like a spaceship, giving people the illusion of soaring in the void. After drinking the third glass of wine, he felt stupid in his heart, and had an urge to ride the wind and leave. Shall we eat? The host stood up and invited everyone to pick up the dishes. There are all kinds of chicken, duck and fish on the dining table, but unfortunately none of them are his favorite cooking method.Either breaded and fried, or dipped in a fiery tomato sauce; just duck Like boiled water.Can't tell what seasoning was used. Luckily for you, there is actually your favorite duck, and it is a Chinese-style boiled duck. Lixing stood next to him to get the food.Seeing that he didn't make a move for a long time.Enthusiastically forked two pieces of duck meat for him. He wanted to thank her, but opened his mouth, but it was: Lao Mi is dead. oh. She responded casually, giving him a half-understanding glance.Maybe she forgot about Lao Mi, maybe she was warning him not to talk about such a scene. The others either didn't hear it, or they weren't interested, and no one spoke up. He felt very lonely.Between Silicon Valley spies, he drank California wine in silence and munched on cold, tough duck. Mr. Hu's son is about to leave the mainland. He tried his best to take advantage of the intermission of the conversation, and inserted a needle when he saw the seam. Yeah?Well.How old is your son, Mr. Hu? Director Gao tactfully took up the topic. My son was fine and he put down his fork.Solemn correction, it is my wife who is coming to America. Mrs. Hu is coming? Mrs. Gao stared at him in disbelief and asked, her thick eyebrows arched like a cat's back.Immediately afterwards, he glanced at Lixing again. Li Xingzao lowered his head and fiddled with the green beans on the plate with a fork. Mr. Hu and his wife have not been in touch with each other for decades, and they are trying to smooth things over for him. They only got in touch a few years ago. My wife has waited for me for thirty-four years. He gave the garrulous a contemptuous look, and gave the time without hesitation. Her name is Ke Qihua, and she was imprisoned for me.was crippled Seeing that the pink face darkened, but he couldn't stop himself from rushing forward.He didn't remember what he said, but he barely restrained himself until he felt his cheeks were hot and wet and realized that his tears were pouring down. Sorry, he apologized to the host couple.Lao Mi died, I am very sad. The master raised his short-sighted glasses, glanced at everyone inexplicably, and then nodded politely. Yes, it is very sad. Mrs. Gao suddenly stood up and greeted Lixing: Shall we go get dessert? Li Xing's gloomy gaze wandered back and forth between the full plate of dishes and the hostess, hesitating for a while. Sorry, I'm not feeling well, I have to go first. He put down his napkin and stood up. The master politely asked him to stay, and then said that he would take him home in person. I have been silently doing my best, and then suddenly announced: I will send Mr. Hu home. Her voice was calm and steady, but he knew that this short sentence had exhausted all her strength.From the way she sat still, but gripped the fork tightly, one can judge the excitement in her heart.Every time she gets angry, in order to control her emotions, she always holds something firmly in her hand. No, thank you. It's very convenient for me to call a taxi. He gripped the back of the chair with both hands, suppressing his ambivalence that he wanted her to give it, but was afraid of her giving it to him.The man's decision must be completed in solitude, he warned himself, no matter what, he must avoid and practice the scene of being alone.Maybe she won't forgive him for this, but it helps to hasten forgetting him. How about this, the hostess settled the situation with the tone of a peacemaker, and we will send Mr. Hu off together. He still resigned, and pushed the chair back to the dining table to show his firm intention to leave. Being at loggerheads, Xianli stepped forward. Mr. Gao, take it easy, I'll take Brother Hu home.Tomorrow, I can see you off at the airport.The airport is very close to our company, we can continue to talk about it when there is something to do. The owner was very satisfied with this arrangement, and forced him to assign the driver whether he wanted it or not. When I go back to Taipei tomorrow, I will try my best to ask him generously, is there anything I can do for you first? No my keys. He pulled a bunch of keys from his suit pocket. Looking at the four keys, large and small, she was taken aback for a moment, but after a quick glance at everyone, she calmly put them into her purse. I'll get someone to clean up your room first.Let me know when the plane is scheduled, and I will pick you up when the time comes. With a calm expression and a calm voice, this is what I do best, and I will not vent my inner feelings in any public place.Whether she is angry, humiliated, sad, or disappointed at the moment, he has no way of knowing, and he is afraid of knowing. Thank you, do it, and goodbye. After bowing deeply to everyone, he turned around and followed Xianli to leave Wangguan Tower. Brother Hu, you drank too much today, you should drink a cup of strong tea to hangover first. Along the way, the driver earnestly told him to treat him like a drunk. At the door of the apartment, although he repeatedly said goodbye and even protested, Xianli got out of the car and insisted on helping him up the steps. Brother Hu, let me go up and make you a pot of tea, huh? The young man was literally begging him. I am not drunk. He is more awake than ever, he believes. Let me go upstairs with you, and take a look at Teacher Hu by the way. The young man's perseverance was irritating, and he had to be punched to teach him not to push his feet. However, the outstretched fist retracted halfway.The young man's frank and sincere eyes softened the defense line he poured with alcohol. Well, I'm giving you something. He took out a gold cigarette case from the breast pocket of his suit and handed it to the other party. You see, I quit smoking. Ignoring Xianli's reaction, he closed the door and went upstairs by himself. Uncle Heng was already asleep, the bedroom door was open, and it was pitch black inside. He turned on the kitchen faucet, scooped up water with his hands and patted his forehead and cheeks. As soon as he felt awake, his throat started to itch.He searched his pockets but couldn't find cigarettes and lighters.Looking back at the sink, I realized that both of them were thrown into the waste bucket under the sink. As soon as he took a step towards the sink, he stopped quickly.Turning around and picking up the earphones on the wall, he asked the operator to send a telegram. Qihua my wife: If you don't come to the United States, I will return. Hu Jinghan After reading the content, he hung back the earphones, then formed an arc with his lips, and let out a soft breath like exhaling smoke. He imagined the twisting and twisting shape of the tobacco. (End of the book)