The literary era since 1979

Chapter 217 It's hard to be a wise man when meeting you

It was almost noon and the sun was shining brightly.

Before returning to the guesthouse, Fang Yan took Gong Xing and the other two to Dongxinglou, which had just reopened, and had a meal of Shandong cuisine.

Whether at the dinner table or on the way back, the most talked about topic is always "A wise man does not fall in love."

After all, love is an enduring topic that will never go out of style.

Gong Xing and the other two more or less disagreed with Fangyan's point of view. If love is too rational, is it still love?
The topic had to be ended only when we reached our destination.

"There's one thing I almost forgot to return."

Fangyan stood at the door and asked Gong Xing to stay alone.

Gong Xing understood what he meant and asked Zhang Yu and Zhao Jing to go back to their room first, and then follow him along the road in front of the guesthouse.

The two walked to a deserted place and heard magpies chirping on the treetops.

Gong Xing offered it with both hands: "Teacher Fang, this is your handkerchief. I have washed it."

Fangyan stood still, staring at her.

Gong Xing blinked and reminded softly: "Teacher Fang?"

Fang Yan said: "Just now you kept asking me, 'Love that is too rational, is it still love?' Do you want to know the answer?"

"Yeah." Gong Xing nodded.

"In fact, there is another half sentence behind 'A wise man does not fall in love'."

Fangyan stared at me intently, "It's hard to be a wise man when you meet me."

"Teacher Fang, why didn't you say it just now?"

When Gong Xing heard this, his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Fang Yan said: "Because I can only say this to you."

"........."

Gong Xing was flustered and his hand that was holding the handkerchief retracted.

Fang Yan said solemnly: "Comrade Gong Xing, there is something I have been thinking about for a long time! Now, I have reached the point where I have to speak out!"

Gong Xing turned his head away, not daring to look him in the eye.

I could hear him say in all seriousness: "Can we elevate our pure revolutionary friendship a little further?"

"How do you want to ascend?"

"I don't know either. It's hard to be a wise man when I meet you."

Fang Yan said faintly: "Before you appeared, my life was peaceful, I walked with my head held high, and I could predict things as if they were gods."

Gong Xing lowered his head, stared at his toes, bit his lips slightly, and tried hard to restrain himself.

"Now I am confused and timid,

Like spring water melting from the ice,

The first-rate will flow to you,
And I don’t know where you are.”

When he heard the last word, his entire neck and ears glowed red, and he subconsciously spoke in Shanghai dialect.

"What a joke~"

"To use the Shanghai dialect, I love you so much!"

Fangyan paused, and seeing that her hand holding the handkerchief dropped, he grabbed the other end of the handkerchief.

After a long while, Gong Xing moved his lips and said, "Write, write, write down what you just said."

Fangyan said: "What?"

"Establish written evidence!"

Gong Xing suddenly raised his head, his shy face flushed red.

"Write a document?"

Fangyan took the pen off his chest and raised a playful smile: "I didn't bring any paper, what should I do?"

Gong Xing said, "Write it on the handkerchief."

Fangyan said: "If it is dirty, you must wash it clean before you can give it back to me."

"Good."

Gong Xing hurriedly stuffed the handkerchief into his hand.

Fangyan wrote on the handkerchief stroke by stroke, "Then your piece will continue to stay with me as a hostage."

Can it be exchanged back?

Gong Xing blushed and finally managed to say: "Good~"

After Fangyan finished writing, he blew on his handkerchief and said, "In fact, this document is only half written. There is another half."

Gong Xi glared in shame and said in a coquettish voice, "Why do you always like to interrupt? What's next? Write it down!"

Fang Yan said, "Because I can only write down the second half of the agreement if you agree to it."

Their eyes met, Gong Xing clenched his fists, nodded slightly, and squeezed out a "hmm."

Fangyan laughed and said, "What does 'hmm' mean?"

“Write it down, okay~”

Gong Xing blurted out and stamped his foot lightly.

"Then you have to promise me not to look at it now."

Fang Yan said, "Wait until you get back to watch it, and you can only watch it by yourself."

"I'll just promise you." Gong Xing was twiddling the corner of his clothes in his hands, feeling anxious.

"The agreement between us is now signed."

After writing the last stroke in dialect, he deliberately said in Shanghai dialect: "I will rely on you for the rest of my life, do you understand?"

"I understand!"

Seeing him handing it over, Gong Xing reached out to take it, but she didn't expect that he would be so unsportsmanlike and actually attack her, a female comrade.

His hand was grabbed, and the gaps between his fingers were broken little by little, the gap became bigger and bigger, and finally the city gate was lost and completely broken.

Interlock your fingers and let me hold you as you please.

Gong Xing symbolically struggled a few times, but couldn't break free, so he gave up struggling, as if he had forgotten the Taiyi boxing he had practiced for more than ten years.

…………

The breeze blows gently, making the shadows of the trees sway.

The magpies were jumping around on the branches, chirping non-stop.

The sun shone through the leaves, casting mottled spots of light on their faces and a few on their hands.

"Teacher Fang, when did you learn Shanghainese?"

"You say you are a 'hard stone', and you say you are not."

Fang Yan said unhappily, "You still call me 'Teacher Fang'?"

"Iwako."

Gong Xing felt his hands loosen.

"That's pretty much it."

Fangyan put the handkerchief in her palm.

Gong Xing said: "You haven't answered my question yet?"

Fangyan said: "I said I have been learning since I met you, do you believe me?"

"Humph, I don't believe it."

Gong Xing shook himself a few times: "It's getting late, I should go back, I'm afraid Zhao Jing, Xiao Yu and the others will look for me..."

As he spoke, a shy but reluctant smile appeared on his face.

"See you again."

Fangyan said that in the evening, he would take them out to a restaurant to celebrate.

"See you tonight."

Gong Xing nodded, and then followed him back to the guesthouse.

The road is short and long.

Under Fangyan's gaze, she looked back every time she took a step. When she could no longer see his figure in her sight, she immediately quickened her pace.

As they walked through the corridor, Zhang Yu, who had been thinking about her, said helplessly, "Sister Gong Yu, why did you come back just now?"

Gong Xing was startled and responded with a few words.

Zhang Yu narrowed her eyes and said, "Sister Gong Xi, what is it that Teacher Fang said she wanted to return to you?"

"Handkerchief, my handkerchief."

Gong Xing shook Fangyan's handkerchief.

After chatting for a while, I returned to my room.

The moment I locked the door, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I remembered everything that had just happened, especially Fangyan’s face, and immediately threw myself on the bed and buried my head in the pillow.

I don’t know how long I thought about it, but suddenly I raised my blushing face, raised my fists, and punched the pillow again and again.

"I'm so angry!"

"When you invited me to Yanjing, did you have bad intentions? Did you already plan to do this? You are so bad!"

"........."

"Gang Yanzi, I treat you as a 'Fang Lao Shi' and you treat me as, haha."

Gong Xing beat and scolded him.

There was a hint of hidden joy in his words.

He made a call, venting all his excitement, then lay down on the bed, holding up his ink-dried handkerchief.

"...and I don't know where you are."

Only you,

I am also timid and cowardly.
It ripples towards me, so charming that I have no idea what to do, and then we are calm again.

Eloquent and far-sighted, just like a hunter who swaps his bow for his horse, the bow is a divine bow and the horse is a BMW."

I couldn't help but read it out loud, and when I read "BMW", I immediately thought of what he had written to himself before, "Use dreams as horses."

The corners of Gong Xing's mouth kept rising.

Then he turned over and went to the desk.

The bag contained all kinds of things, including a sewing kit and some Miao embroidery that Cai had just done.

She picked up a fine needle and embroidered the balance on the handkerchief stitch by stitch, "Gang Yanzi gives Gang Shizi."

(PS: This poem comes from Mu Xin's "Five Islands Evening Mail")
(End of this chapter)