Chapter 12 eleven

Zhiyun finished the last class of this semester, left the classroom, and looked out through the tall glass windows in the corridor of the Faculty of Arts building. The rain is still falling, sprinkling on the ground like threads, and the stone floor has already been flooded with a lot of water. When new raindrops fall on it, it's like a fight, and you fight over each other, bubbling. It’s been raining a lot these days, and the temperature has dropped. The summer vacation starts next week, and it’s still as cold as early spring. In the morning and evening, I have to add a sweater to my raincoat.

Usually at this time, she was already busy taking a car back to the dormitory.After this class, I just caught the bus at five o'clock. The area around the dormitory has been dug up in a mess recently. As a single woman, it is inconvenient to leave late, especially in such a cloudy and rainy day.She also didn't understand why she became so listless today, as if it was difficult to even get out of this building.The bitter rain reminded her of Taiwan, where the rainy season was longer than here, and there was water everywhere, but she had never felt so cold in her heart. As the holidays approached, classmates left one after another. Jia Tianhua had left for China last week, and Jinghui and Yang Wenyan took the train to Sweden to work the day before yesterday.The gifted child went to Spain with his German godfather for a vacation, and everyone who had the means left. Among the acquaintances, only the alarmist Laosheng and Xie Jinchang stayed in Munich.

Yang Wenyan found two jobs for her and told her to choose by herself.One is in charge of the bar in a restaurant attached to a hotel. She has seen the proprietress before. She is a white and fat middle-aged lady. Whenever she sees the proprietress, she scans her up and down with sharp eyes. With a big smile on her lips, she seemed very satisfied with her, and told her to bring a Chinese cheongsam to wear, saying that only then would customers be interested.Working nine hours a day, providing food and lodging, and earning 400 marks a week, the salary is higher than that of a German skilled worker.If you do it, you can get four thousand and several hundred marks in the three months of summer vacation, and there will be a big subsidy for her next semester's expenses, so she is naturally very excited.But when she thought of the fat and shrewd face of the proprietress, she intuitively thought that it was the old bustard described in European novels, and she was very frightened, wondering if she should accept this job?

Another job that Yang Wenyan found for her was to take care of the sick elderly in the nursing home on the mountain, push wheelchairs or help them go for a walk, read newspapers or feed them food.This job sounds very clean, but unfortunately the money is pitifully low, it is said that it is only one hundred and fifty marks a week.Although food and housing are also provided, the three-month dormitory fee can be saved, after all, it is still too little, and it cannot be compared with the treatment in that hotel.So she simply didn't know which one to choose?This incident made her already depressed mood worse, just like the weather outside, gloomy and gloomy, it seemed that there would never be a sunny day again.

These days, she is unbearably homesick. She often thinks of her family and friends in China, and the carefree life in the past.Studying abroad is something she has dreamed of for many years and is envied by all her acquaintances, but what she got is such a life, which is difficult and bitter, and she has to rely on herself for everything.The emotional disappointment made her fall into the mud even more, and she could no longer pull her feet out. Jiang Xiaofeng has been in Vienna for five weeks, and he hasn't written a single piece of paper so far. He not only hurt her feelings, but also hurt her self-esteem. She still can't figure out why he treats her like this and runs away from her?Is she not beautiful enough?Not smart enough?Not enough to appreciate his talent?Or is there a distance between their views and ideas?She couldn't find the answer to this mystery.But there is one thing she knows very clearly, that is: no matter why, she will never pay attention to Jiang Xiaofeng again.Was she going to dig him out of her heart, throw him far away, and sit on a bench in an English park and listen to his big talk?snort!There will never be such a thing again.That being said, it was really difficult to do it. She wanted to dig him out of her heart, but he grew firmly inside.

He Shaoxiang visited her twice recently, each time bringing a handful of pink roses.Yingge specially bought a big vase, saying it was specially used to hold the flowers He Shaoxiang gave her.Inger once asked her: Helena, have you fallen in love?I think something is wrong with you recently!You are always sad and don’t like to talk or care about others. Are you in love with Chinese minds? What is a Chinese mind?It was the first time she heard this sentence. Huh!you do not know!He's nickname is Chinese Brain.Inger said. In fact, all Chinese people have Chinese minds, and he is not alone.

This mind does not refer to the mind of ordinary people.It is said that when He was studying in university, a professor said that the wisdom in his head was beyond the reach of Westerners.That’s why everyone called him the Chinese brain, and people still call him this nickname. oh?Little did I know that I wasn't in love with him.she says.I wondered in my heart, how could a person like He Shaoxiang, who was so bookish and so dull that he couldn't even express emotions clearly, have such high intelligence? He Shaoxiang not only gave her roses, but also a large box of hardcover chocolate candies and exquisite desserts.She has never accepted gifts from men.Because what He Shaoxiang gave was just a few flowers and some candy, which was not considered a formal gift, and she couldn't give He Shaoxiang too much trouble, so she accepted it.She always shared these sweets with Yingge and Jinghui.Inge laughed while eating:

The Chinese mind is really inexperienced with women. How can you give food to your girlfriend as a gift?Fortunately, you are slim and not afraid of getting fat, otherwise you would become fat. Jinghui persuaded her: Yu Zhiyun, you should try to make friends with He Shaoxiang. Let me remind you again: If you have not decided to become an old maid, finding your husband He Shaoxiang is the best candidate. When they talked about He Shaoxiang, she just listened and didn't say anything, but she thought in her heart: How ideal would it be if Jiang Xiaofeng's conditions were exchanged for him!

Zhiyun found that the rain had slowed down, the waterline disappeared, and it turned into a drizzle.She tightened the straps of her raincoat, carried her hippie bag, and walked downstairs. On the bulletin board on the wall of the corridor, there are some announcements or messy notes, such as selling old books and old bicycles.Normally she would glance at it sometimes, but today she was in no mood at all, and felt disgusted when she saw those notes. Zhiyun held an umbrella in one hand, and leaned on the railing with the other, and slowly went downstairs.The wide staircase, like stone steps leading to hell, is cold, hard and endless, why is everything wrong today?It looked gray and gloomy everywhere.Damn it!This suffocating Munich!Rainy days in Taipei are a hundred times more poetic than this.she thinks.

After going out the gate, she was greeted by those two thick and square stone pillars again.The difference today is that a person suddenly appeared under the pillar. Jiang Xiaofeng was wearing a dark blue raincoat, with his hands in his pockets, standing beside the stone pillar, covered in rain stains, and the lock of hair dangling on his forehead was also wet.He met her with his eyes.Zhiyun felt that there was rain in his eyes, or the music describing rain was as gloomy as the weather. Zhiyun was quite caught off guard by Jiang Xiaofeng's sudden appearance, she didn't know how to deal with it for a while, after a moment of hesitation, she decided to ignore him accordingly.

Zhiyun tilted his head, straightened his waist, and walked towards the side road. Hello!Yu Zhiyun.Jiang Xiaofeng came up to him and stood in front of him. His slender body and broad shoulders, like a mountain, blocked her sight. Please let me walk.Zhiyun lowered his eyelids, strange and cold. Yu Zhiyun Jiang Xiaofeng seemed to have a lot to say, but changed his tone and said: Let's go for a walk in the park! The anger and grievance in Zhiyun's heart made her decide to leave.Will I still go to the park with you?Stop dreaming.She thought hard.Just about to sternly refuse, when he raised his head, the burning enthusiasm in his eyes and the desire on his face overruled her original decision.She looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and followed him silently. Like every time, Jiang Xiaofeng took Zhiyun's hippie bag and hooked it on his shoulder with a finger, neither of them spoke.When crossing the road, he held Zhiyun's hand, and the moment his skin touched, Zhiyun seemed to encounter a force like an electric current, which hit the bottom of her heart directly, making her almost feel pain.She forgot all the resentment and anger, and she didn't say a word or objection at all. She was so willing to let him lead her to the ends of the world. He didn't let go of her hand again, but he didn't lead her to the ends of the earth, only to the tree-lined path in the English Park that he walked every time. The British park in the rain was silent and empty, not to mention that there were no people, even a bird was rarely seen. The trees on both sides of the path were much denser than the last time I came here, and they were fresh and green, with water dripping between the branches and leaves.On a rainy day, the road looks narrow and long, seemingly endless. They walked silently, their four leather shoes stepping on the wet ground, making creaking noises. Finally reached the other end of the path, in the empty field, Jiang Xiaofeng stopped, lowered his eyes, stared at Zhiyun for a while, then hugged her in his arms, and kissed her deeply. Zhiyun forgot who he heard it from?Inge?Or Jinghui?There is an old saying in Munich that a lover who kisses for the first time on a rainy day is bound to break up.She didn't struggle, didn't refuse, and let him kiss her willingly.However, even she herself couldn't figure out why tears flowed down her face. you cry.Jiang Xiaofeng said.Looking at Zhiyun infinitely tenderly. did i cry?Zhiyun raised his eyes to look at him.Da Jiang, why are you leaving?To escape from me? I'm not trying to run away from you, but to run away from the conflict between us.Zhiyun, is there no conflict between us?We think a lot differently.Jiang Xiaofeng frowned slightly, his expression calm like a child who can't tell lies. We do have a lot of differences of opinion.But why are you back again? Of course it's because I can't let you go.I thought about it, I shouldn't be so fearful, what does it matter if I think differently?As long as two people truly love each other, all problems can be solved.Jiang Xiaofeng said enthusiastically, his eyes, which are good at expressing emotions, are full of hope.His imagination is: the pure Zhiyun is not the real Wei Wei, love will make her give up the worldly utilitarian vanity, and the two will work hand in hand towards an ideal. Of course, Da Jiang, you are right, as long as two people really love each other, all problems can be solved.Zhiyun looked at Jiang Xiaofeng in bewilderment, deeply moved by his determination to sacrifice.She thought: He will know that her love is more important to him than going back to create Chinese music and create our songs.She will use her love to soften this man of steel. Zhiyun, you are not an ordinary girl, no wonder I can't forget you even with all my efforts.Jiang Xiaofeng stroked Zhiyun's teary face and said softly. They kissed heartily, each immersed in the beautiful dreams they woven, forgetting the bitter rain that was falling all over the sky.