Chapter 3 third chapter

Xing Le called a taxi, and he knew it would take about twenty minutes to get home.The car goes up Connaught Avenue, passes through the clock tower and the square, and the magnificent Victoria Memorial Hall is on the left. His mind was in turmoil.He was very discouraged by the news he heard. He has been in Singapore for six years.The glamor of the metropolis began to slowly fade away.He never felt like he belonged here.This is not China, nor is it a true Western metropolis.He still can't see this foreign port as his world like his friends or his uncle, and he doesn't feel close emotionally.

The life of this city is commerce and shipping, and Xing Le is not interested in these by nature.Most people are busy making ends meet and have no time to think about the tens of thousands of immigrants who cannot earn travel expenses to return to China; dock workers who carry 150 pounds and only get a bowl of food. When everyone leaves their hometown, they all dream of getting rich.They were empty-handed and only brought a few thin shirts to seek wealth.They have seen and heard that many compatriots have come out, and they can send money back several times a year.They want that too, and they want to be able to send money to their parents, wives, and children.They gritted their teeth and endured everything, and fell asleep at night, too tired to think about anything.It's a tough struggle for survival, as it always has been.A few people have made a name for themselves through perseverance, hard work, and penny saving.A few became rich, but most just enough to fill their stomachs.Some people suffer from dementia because of loneliness, homesickness, and despair.Strangeness is a well-known mental illness, and the overseas Chinese attribute the cause to a kind of anesthetic given to them by Malay women.

Many people come to work as assistants because their relatives set up shop here.Tens of thousands of expatriates flocked in year after year, escaping the population pressure at home and spreading across Malaya, Indochina, Borneo, and the Dutch East Indies. Xing Le pondered?East-West shocks have always been painful.This is a well-known international port, with a set of British laws, axioms, and a system of hiring police (which is completely opposite to China!), public servants, banks, and finances, but it targets people with completely different living habits and social standards.Some people come here just because they can find laws and axioms that are not found in their hometown. This is the only reason. For peace and security, they leave the warm family relationship.

Most British people here compare themselves to vagabonds, away from the familiar and accustomed London, Biccadilly Square, Hampstead or Edinburgh, Yorkshire.The Chinese also feel they are foreigners, staying here for business reasons.I dream of returning to my former residence one day, and everything is familiar and used to it. Of course, there are Malays, who are the real aborigines here and have never known other countries. In addition, there are many Eurasians, the product of the contact between the East and the West, who are adapting to the mixed-race life in an eastern port. Xingle thought of Han Xing, he was going on a date with her tonight.It might take a woman to make him feel at ease here, to settle down.Many Chinese expatriates get married and settle down, and never want to go back to their hometown.

When he got home, they had already started eating dinner.His seat is well placed. We know you'll be right back, so there's no waiting.aunt said. Oh, auntie, of course you should start first. My aunt is like this, even at home, she is always polite and considerate. She was only forty-five, sweet and almost holy in appearance, but looked like a woman of fifty.There is no doubt that she has adjusted to a life she knows will not be easy.As soon as my uncle was forty years old and had no heirs, he followed the Confucian tradition and married a concubine. He married Juna.Thus, the good upbringing and innate sensitivity and caring nature that my aunt had acquired since childhood came in handy.However, her eyes still retain an indescribable gaze, which shows that when she was a girl, she must have dreamed of a marriage full of children and grandchildren, rather than the current state of being childless.He will bear his fate obediently, and will never be needlessly angry and sad.

Ah Hua gave Xing Le a hot towel, and he drank two cups of ginger juice, his spirits high and his appetite whetted. Ellie called you.Juna said. when? You called as soon as she left and I was going out and told her you'd be back tonight. Is there a problem? She didn't say. Did she tell me to call? No. That's another matter, Xing Le thought. They continued to eat, and Xingle felt that his uncle glanced at him from time to time. He thought that when they met, his uncle would lose his temper or give him a good lesson as usual.But he didn't say a word, Xing Le was very surprised, could it be the calm before the storm?

As soon as Liupi opened his mouth, he felt that the atmosphere was not suitable for telling jokes, so he stopped suddenly and said: Oh, forget it! After dinner, Xingle walked up the stairs when the phone rang. Looking for you, master!the maid yelled. Xing Le turned back and went to the living room to answer the phone, while Juna and her uncle looked at him. yes it's you ellie no no i'm sorry no it's not okay at all It's Allie.he turned and said. What did she say? She called to apologize for her mother, said she was very sorry and I wouldn't take it to heart, and asked if I could meet and play tennis at her house tomorrow, and in this case, I had to say yes.

Uncle breathed a sigh of relief, his expression relaxed. Juna stared at Xingle and said: What did she say? She said that she had a quarrel with her mother, she was very angry, and asked me if I was angry. I didn't expect her to do this, Juna said: She must love you very much, what are you going to do? I had to go and see her, at least as a courtesy. He waved his hand and went upstairs. Uncle was full of anger. He walked out of the house and came to the brick balcony. Juna immediately came out to accompany him. He silently lit a 10-foot-long Chinese cigarette that he smoked at home, and poured the ashes on the On the floor, he sighed and said: "Water flows downhill, never uphill."After Xingle's father died, I always treated him as my son, and I supported him to go to college.After graduation, I originally expected him to assist my career. As long as he was a little more considerate and respectful to his uncle, my property would be his. I don't feel like I'm doing him any favors

No, Juna explained: I know he respects you very much, but he doesn’t understand what you have done for him. He said he wants to follow the path of a law graduate and get some practical experience in a law firm. He wants to stick to it. His industry also makes sense. Juna discovered early on that the master looked very confident, but actually he didn't have much confidence in herself.Whether speaking or spitting, his voice was always loud and firm, but that was just the voice he was gifted with.She found that he liked it when someone else offered a sweet, courteous counter-argument; it was a test of his judgment.In this regard, my uncle became more and more dependent on Juna, and always felt that she was a sympathetic woman who was comfortable and beneficial to be with her.If she agrees with him, he strengthens his convictions and is more satisfied.

I know, don't you look at me, today we are a family that everyone in Singapore admires, it took me 20 years to get where I am now, and another 5 years to dare to buy a house, I started when I was 20 Come here and do hard work in a rubber factory.I tried everything, and after ten years of hard work, I saved 500 yuan, and went home to beg a Chinese wife.Now the younger generation doesn't know how hard it is to earn a little money by sweating and starving. (He said that the younger generation is actually just talking about Xingle.) Xingle is a bit like his father. I brought his father here, thinking he could help me. He said he would go back after staying for three years. He said that Singapore and He couldn't get along, so I bought him a house in Zhangzhou.

What did his father look like? Uncle's laughter was loud and deep.ha!ha!He is a bit like Xingle.Don't like this, don't like that.My grandfather passed away. I hoped that the two brothers would fight together, but he refused. He went back to teach.Oh, he has a lot of pride!Sometimes I send him money, but he never asks me for a penny.Speaking of which, I am also very proud that there is a scholar in my family, but this Xingle, I hoped that he would have some knowledge.He doesn't have to work as hard as I do.If he thinks it is easy to make money, let him go to the tropical jungle to pick rubber for a day!How I wished I could marry a rich family in my youth!He just doesn't know how lucky he is and I don't know what he's up to. The young woman looked at him and thought for a while before saying: He doesn't seem to like Ai Li. Then he just doesn't know what to do, maybe he will be like his father, he will be down and out all his life They heard their niece's footsteps coming down the stairs!Then it disappeared in the direction of the gate.They sat on the balcony facing the sea and couldn't see him, but they knew he was going out. The night is beautiful, a cool wind blows from the sea, and the cape bends south?They could see the city lights in the distance, illuminating the sky over the bay, with pink smoke on the horizon.Right in front of them was the sea, only small waves lapping lazily on the muddy shore.In the middle of the bay there is a small dark shadow with a few lights shining. It is a fisherman's stronghold, surrounded by piles and fishing nets.A lamp was lit on the nearby grass, illuminating several tall, slanting coconut trees thirty to forty feet tall.The sky was getting dark, and there were frog sounds nearby, intermittently, as if someone was hiccupping continuously. Where is he going?uncle asked.Young people run out all day and all night! Today is Saturday.She wanted to shield him. Dating girls, for sure.Juna heard his slightly jealous tone, she didn't reply, she was not just protecting Xingle.Deep down in her heart, she doesn't want any changes in her current life. A complete small family life, she is her husband's only companion and the mistress of the family.He knew that Xing Le would get married sooner or later, and everything would change, but she subconsciously blocked it and delayed it as much as possible.Of course, she does not welcome a group of powerful relatives, they will definitely neglect her and despise her. Han Xing was different again, she had never seen that girl before, but Xingle said she was a Eurasian, her husband would be furious if he knew!On the other hand, Eurasian girls rarely enter Chinese families.They thought like European women, she might have to move out. Juna didn't want the situation to be too complicated. She wanted this house herself. She had already helped her husband manage the property, knew all the employees, and knew all the income and expenses of the business.She wished she could give birth to a child of her own flesh and blood!Besides, she's young and modern, and it's interesting to have a westernized woman as a relative. They heard a bell ring and the maid came upstairs, and it must have been that the aunt wanted something, maybe a pot of tea or a painkiller.It was routine, they didn't move, and if she wanted to speak to her husband or Juna, the maid would come down and let them know.My aunt was addicted to opium and Buddhism, and she lived a comfortable life with peace of mind and body. She usually went to the temple to burn incense for two weeks: at this time she must be reciting the Golden Steel Sutra Form is emptiness; emptiness is form. All sentient beings, if they are born from wombs, if they are born from eggs, are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or like electricity, they should be viewed in this way. Indeed, she has painstakingly trained herself to believe that the life of the body, the senses, and even the mind is an illusion.Get rid of the illusions caused by unreliable senses, and transcend the worldly emotions of selfishness, greed, and hatred, and you can achieve infinite peace. Her life is nothing?Is Juna a sham?One can reach a high state in an instant, and then descend back into the physical and emotional world revealed by the senses and the mind. But this is so stupid, the girl shook her head and said: I don't care, understand?Sometimes people just don't care what other people say and think.Since I was a child, I said that I can take care of myself, and I also sympathize with those who can't, you know what I mean? The girl exhaled a puff of smoke ring as she spoke, nunu her lips, and gave a playful smile. She shook her head, slightly flipped her teeth, quickly pulled her hair back, put her chin on her palm again, and stared at the night scene in the dark. Xing Le kept staring at Han Xing's face, raised a hand to gently caress her black hair, she also looked at him, smiled affectionately, stretched out a hand to hold his hand, her face showed happiness and satisfaction expression.The two faces were less than a foot apart, their eyes met, and their enthusiasm was more than that of a pair of soon-to-be engaged lovers.The light on the outdoor platform reflected the outline of Han Xing's white teeth, pointed teeth and long wavy hair. She held his hand on the stage, kneading it passionately, staring at him under thick eyelashes.The gesture of shaking hands seemed to say that she wanted to keep this hand forever and ever. Xing Le grabbed her snow-white slender hand painted with Kou Dan, and kissed it tenderly and passionately.He had never been so close to a white woman. Her foreign hairstyle, high nose, and especially thick and beautiful eyelashes made him feel like he had drunk strong wine.Her eyes, sometimes harsh, cold or harsh, were now full of tenderness.Just when she laughed out loud at something stupid, she revealed a row of bright white teeth. Today she was shopping in an eye-catching sailor outfit, white trousers at the night market on East Coast Road, a low-necked blue and white striped jumper, and a chic little hat, which is now on the table. She leaned back in the chair suddenly, with too much force, her hair was messed up, then she threw her head back, put her hands behind her head, looked at the sky full of stars, and said lazily: I don't care. Yes, she doesn't care about this way of sitting, and her breasts will stand out in a tight sweater. Then she jumped up, stood up, put on her hat with one hand, took Xingle's hand with the other and said: Come on, let's go. The young lovers were close together, his arms around her waist, and they disappeared happily into the night. Since he met Han Xing two or three months ago, he has been fascinated by her straightforward temper, childlike vivacity, and sometimes mature and quiet arrogance. One afternoon, he was strolling along the seaside boulevard near his home. Three girls came towards him on bicycles. One of them rubbed against him from behind.Before he knew what was going on, he saw the bicycle tilted and her red dress spread out on the ground. This time it was his turn to laugh, and he stepped forward to help her. She had already stood up, pressing her knees with one hand, and stroking her hair with the other.The other two girls also stopped.She picked up the bicycle and wanted to lead it, but her knee hurt so badly that the bicycle almost fell over.Xing Le ran over immediately, and the bicycle didn't hit the ground. I will hold it for you. She thanked the strange man, handed him the bicycle, and followed with a limp. They came to the bank under a row of big trees, and there was a lawn at the bottom of the tree to sit on. At this time, the girl had already stared at him twice. It seemed that it was not all by chance. The one I was leading was leaning against the front of those two. Does it hurt?asked Susan. Han Xing lifted the corner of his skirt and saw a red wound on his knee, mixed with grains of dust.A line of blood flowed from the cranium. You must sit down, another girl said. She sat down slowly, with her back against a big tree, her injured leg stretched out in front of her body. You two go first, leave me alone, I'll take a rest here. Xing Le stood in front of her, looking at her exposed knees and calves, which stood erect on the grass. do you need my help?The wound must be disinfected with medicine. Han Xing's eyes slowly moved from his shiny leather shoes and white canvas pants to the spotless silk shirt, and looked at him curiously for the third time. Oh, it doesn't matter. I live nearby, I can find some bandages to tie the wound, just to be safe, can I borrow your bicycle? The other two girls raised their eyes and smiled. Oh, you didn't fall on purpose, did you? Don't talk nonsense. A few minutes later, Xingle came back with a bottle of water, Red Cross plaster, gauze and sterile cotton.The bleeding had almost stopped, the wound was glistening, and small beads of blood seeped into a trickle near the knee. The other two girls were going down to the beach and came over to help. go!I will take care of myself. Her friend giggled and walked down to the beach step by step. The tide was not high and the water depth was just right for swimming.The mudflats here are flat and the water is gray, and you have to walk two hundred feet to take a good swim.The two partners only swam a few steps, soaked in the water, and stood up fifty feet away in the waist-deep water. Xing Le squatted down to heal the girl. He felt that it was a rare honor to be able to heal and clean such a beautiful and generously stretched jade leg.She didn't wear silk trousers, which most tropical girls don't wear.As for her, she also seemed happy to be at the mercy of this handsome, strange young man, her eyes following his hands, then upwards, and finally resting on his face. In the end, he carefully and gently washed off the remaining blood on her knee.OK.He stood up as he spoke. Surprisingly, he found that his face was covered with sweat, and he took out a clean handkerchief to wipe the sweat. Until now, he hadn't seen the girl's face clearly. She watched him with a cheerful smile.Oh, there's a bloodstain on your tie. Xing Le looked down and saw a small drop of blood on the white tie.It doesn't matter. Come on, sit down and I'll wipe it off for you. Xing Le obediently knelt on the grass, she poured out the water from the bottle, and wet the leftover cotton!Wash off the stain as much as possible.He admired this charming posture, and her snow-white breasts under the blood shirt. The two girls in the water were screaming, laughing, splashing water on each other, and shouting: Hey Han Xing, what are you doing over there? Xing Le asked, tell me, who are you? Just a silly girl, who are you? Just a silly boy, I think he will be even more silly in the future, crazy about you. oh? ! Xing Le didn't understand that her fate was already doomed at that moment, and the invisible red thread tied them tightly together.They met again and again, and he found that Han Xing's bold and restless heart was very similar to him. In addition to his charming and lively appearance, he was also full of energy, interest and drive.He liked her voice, her face, her hair, and especially her dark eyelashes, which are rare among Chinese girls.They have many common hobbies, and it is just the right time for her to know him; with her, he can forget all loneliness.The young man found echoes of romantic dreams in this exotic girl.Han Xing was also deeply fascinated by him and never refused his date. They became more and more inseparable and fell in love with each other more and more. Han Xing is very wild, very impulsive, and doesn't care about etiquette. This is what particularly attracts him. She is half a child and half an adult, so it is easy to indulge in momentary pleasure and forget about other things.Xing Le herself is a traitor to social habits and always feels the need to do something unusual to break the monotony of life.As a man, he is very lonely, longing for a woman's voice, a woman's caress, hoping to see a woman's shoe tip walking towards him.On the day they first met, he was happiest when she happily let him heal without pretending to be reserved. He had seen a lot of Eurasian girls in college and in the city, but he paid little attention to them, and this wasn't the first time a girl had expressed interest in him.But he found his ideal in Han Xing, an impulsive, bold, carefree girl; cheerful, enthusiastic, but not too responsible. He later learned that her mother was Chinese and had been abandoned by her Portuguese father when she was three years old.They were living in Hong Kong then, before moving to Singapore, where they now live in the Bedok area in the east of the city.She is working in a dairy shop on Foreign Country Road, where many English-speaking people, especially British housewives and children, often go there to eat ice cream, drink cold drinks, or buy other dairy products in the afternoon. That happened more than two months ago, except for Juna and his good friend Wei Sheng, he never mentioned the girl he was in love with to anyone. At this moment, Xingle's uncle brought up the Wu family's marriage. He didn't understand why Xingle was so blunt and didn't appreciate the opportunity everyone dreamed of. Everyone felt that it was time for Xingle to get married.He had already made up his mind to tell his uncle at the right time, he didn't want to disappoint his uncle, and he didn't want to break Ellie's heart, but he knew there was nothing he could do, sooner or later Once a calm person falls in love, he will love even crazier. Wei Sheng deliberately teased him. Oh, ha!ha!You fall in too. Why am I an exception?Han Xing makes me feel young and alive. I never thought you were this type of person, Jiangshan beauty! Wei Sheng was thinking about a piece of beautiful Chinese prose. woman's love crush men's hearts, ambitions, plans, To fool the best and brightest men. He doesn't love the country, he only loves the queen. I don't love Jiangshan and beautiful women. This small article says that even the greatest hero in history can't escape the beauty test, no wonder his friend Xing Le also succumbed in the end.