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Chapter 26 2. Graceful gestures and reserved contemplation

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    Ninety-six

    Roz finally realized his wish to write to Joan.

    On a flower-scented morning in June, Joan received a letter from Lanzhou¡ª¡ª

    "The petals of the winter jasmine here are so big, I have never seen it before. What a strange place, there are few people on the street. Compared with the noisy Haicheng, the winter jasmine seems to be crazy because of loneliness. The sky is too blue, too  Confused, the streets are wide, the crowd is silent. This is a city in mid-air that is somewhat close to Lhasa, so it is so bright. I will rest here, and then continue west. I will enter a group of people, I know, they live in this city  In a quiet corner, and often meet in the mixed woods in the northern suburbs, there is their 'Barbizon'"

    On the back of the letter paper, he drew two caricature heads of them, drawing his thin appearance due to missing.

    In the evening, Joan unfolded the letter and read it again, then folded it carefully and put it in her handbag.

    She dressed up and went to the Furama Hotel to attend a colleague's wedding.

    All weddings are the same. The bride and groom first wear bright red and green Chinese dresses to worship their parents and guests, and then change into Western-style wedding dresses to toast between the banquets.  The only difference is that the groom is twenty years older than the bride, who is a beautiful dancer.

    Many guests were excited about their differences, and it could be seen that the groom and his family were also quite proud.

    The groom's father is a famous professor at Haida University. It was time for him to give a speech. He said: "Well I hope that the newlyweds will abide by the traditional virtues. Let us all cheer for their happiness!"

    His words aroused the chuckle of many guests: this old man can no longer suppress his worries about the new couple with very different appearances.

    Joan finished her drink when she felt someone touch her shoulder.

    She turned her head and saw Li Renneng looking good.

    But he didn't seem to see her, he just chatted with the teachers of Haida.

    She was upset by his behavior.

    When she turned her head again, he had already left.

    Her cell phone rang immediately.

    She walked out of the banquet hall to a quiet place: "Hello?"

    It was Li Renneng's voice: "You get out of the hotel and get into my car, I have to talk to you!"

    Joan was a little surprised, but did as he was told.

    ninety-seven

    As soon as she left the hotel, the white BMW slid in front of her silently.

    After that, they went to another Moon Western Restaurant.

    This is an old restaurant. There are not many customers at night and it is relatively quiet.

    As soon as he sat down, Li Renneng kept apologizing to Joan: "Please forgive me, please forgive me!"

    He spoke sullenly, then lowered his eyes and drank.

    He ordered her a glass of "Pretty in Pink," and he ordered whiskey on the rocks.

    "Why do you have to forgive me? It's nothing, I can't stand the noise there, and I don't know how long it will last."

    But she wondered why he did it.

    He has been silent, looking depressed and heavy.  Not seeing him for a few days, he seems to have aged a lot.

    "I said," his voice was struggling, "tonight, before I came to the wedding, I was scolded bloody again by my wife¡ªthat woman with a hard waist and a loud voice.  Medical books were thrown all over the place."

    "Why is this happening? Why?"

    "I've already forgotten what caused it. I tried desperately to explain the truth to her, but she wouldn't listen. In this building of Haida Teachers' Village, the neighbors upstairs and downstairs are used to our house being turned upside down, but  I kept opening the door and making dissatisfied noises. I heard the neighbors open the door, so I turned around and went out, trying to seek support from everyone. If everyone talked about her, she would restrain herself."

    "Oh. Did they persuade her?"

    "No. Many people don't want to meddle in other people's business. Besides, my wife is narrow-minded. She is jealous of anyone who talks about her. They probably know her temper. They just knock on the door and wall to express their dissatisfaction."

    "and after?"

    "Later, Professor Wu from the Department of Philosophy, who lived across the street, pulled me over and whispered in my ear: 'Don't reason with women. You know Plato, right? He must be more reasonable than anyone else.  ? But look, what is his end!' Immediately, Professor Wu went back to his room and closed the door tightly, leaving me with a stunned face."

    "Alas¡ª" Joan didn't know how to comfort him.  In her opinion, the conflicts and quarrels between husband and wife are beyond the control of others.For a while," he touched her glass with his wine glass, "let's drink for a rare love.  "

    She pinched the goblet with three fingers, and took a shallow sip of the pink wine, the whole movement was as light as the wind.

    The man looked at her, intoxicated by her elegance.  And the wine in his glass seemed to be very bitter, every time he took a sip, he frowned tightly.  He gently shook the little wine at the bottom of the glass: "Love is getting farther and farther away from me, and it seems that it will never come back. I am like a lamb in the wilderness in the north of my hometown, and I can't find a shepherd anymore  In the past, I could forget myself at work, and work made me forget my troubles. Now that I am about to retire, I have completely fallen into this feeling. It is really scary to think about facing such a fierce woman at home every day."

    "You're in a bad mood!" said Joan.

    "You probably don't know, but I often have to see a psychiatrist! In a long life, I have no happiness, only feelings."

    Joan felt the same way: "I've had a lot of tough times psychologically. Reality never allows us to grow spiritually. It hurts and hits us from time to time. So, especially after living in the South, I've been learning to heal myself  .Luckier than you, I have had"

    She didn't want to say "love", for fear of hurting this unfortunate man.

    She said: "In the face of happiness, I am very cautious and humble. I try my best to maintain it. Who knows if it will treat me well?"

    "You, and Luo Zi." He said, understandingly, the woman's eyes widened a little unexpectedly.  The man reached out to shake her slender hand on the tablecloth, and she looked at him.  But he just stroked her skin lightly like the wind, and she barely felt it.

    "You are all rare. Why torture yourself? Why not enjoy the good times? Don't save your happiness for later, or you will regret it in the future. Time passes by every day and never returns. Instead of melancholy, anticipation  , it¡¯s better to bravely throw yourself into the arms of your lover! Only people like me will understand the preciousness of youth and the ruthlessness of time. One day, life will become tired, and the table will be covered with dust. Everything is fading, gray  Oldness and decay: skin, heart, emotionWhy am I silent? Why am I sad? Because I see all these signs from time to time, and my heart is full of worry and panic" (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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