Night arrival. It's a quiet summer night by the sea.
The sea fell asleep quietly, and only a slight snoring broke the monotony of the night. The light in the lighthouse trembled slightly on the dark water, which was too weak.
A few miles from the sea is a desolate market. The streets are quieter at night.
Although it is in summer, the nights here are always cool: the sea breeze blows slightly, dispelling the heat during the day and letting busy people sleep quietly during the day. Some people can't bear to live up to this cool night, so they put their chairs in front of the door and chatted with their neighbors about all kinds of things in life, and what attracted their attention most was the seaside hotel with many new buildings.
This four-story building stands alone on the adjacent humble low-rise houses, obviously in an inappropriate place. It proudly looked down at the low-rise house and boasted to them about its rich decoration, rich guests and the garden in front of it.
At night, like during the day, this hotel and those low-rise houses still form two classes and live two different lives. In the hotel, the lights are brightly lit and people seem to be more active than during the day.
A car stopped in front of the hotel, and the driver got down and opened the door. It seems strange that a lanky young man bent down and looked around with curious eyes: such a hotel should be placed in the middle of such a desolate market.
Two waiters walked out of the hotel with respectful smiles. One took the two pieces of luggage that were not very heavy from the driver, and the other led the young man across the slightly wet grass and went inside.
The young man stepped on the stone steps and swept through the door. Within a few steps, he saw a young woman coming down the stairs, wearing a white Chabu shirt and a blue skirt. She has a plump face, red skin, a slightly high nose and a pair of bright eyes. There is a small mole embedded under the corner of her left eye, and there is a smile on her mouth.
He looked at her, paused for a moment, and then shouted in surprise, "Miss Zhang."
She turned around at once and looked at him in surprise. Suddenly, she opened her mouth slightly, her lips moved and she smiled. So she greeted him, looked at him with shining black eyes and asked, "Mr. Zhou?" When did you come back? "
"Almost a week," he replied cheerfully. "I've been to see Jian Hong, saying that I want to stay here for a period of time. He said that Miss Zhang was here and asked me to come and see you. I didn't expect to meet her just after I arrived. What a coincidence. "
"Yes, what a coincidence. I didn't expect Mr. Zhou to come here either. Mr. Jian Hong wrote it two days ago and didn't mention Mr. Zhou's return to China, so I don't know. " She rested for a while and kept looking at him with bright eyes, with a generous attitude. Before he could think of the right words, she went on to say, "I'm going to stay here and review my lessons this summer." I won't go home this year. It's quiet to live here alone, but it's inconvenient to study without guidance. Now that Mr. Zhou lives here, I can often ask him for advice. "Her face is permeated with the light of joy. She was obviously pleased with the unexpected meeting. Her home is in the neighboring city, and it's only a day's journey by small boat. So she said she wouldn't go home this year.
"It's very kind of you, Miss Zhang, where am I worthy of teaching? Let's study together, "he said modestly, feeling very happy.
"I'm telling the truth, but it's very kind of Mr. Zhou. There are many places to consult in the future. " She wanted to go on, but suddenly she caught a glimpse of two waiters, one carrying luggage and the other hanging his hands, standing respectfully and smiling at them. She said, "What room does Mr. Zhou live in? I won't bother Mr. Zhou now.
..... I live on the second floor 19, and Mr. Zhou is free to come and play. "She nodded to him, and without waiting for him to answer, she entered a room marked" Reading Room "next to her.
Speaking of which, Zhou Rushui nodded to her and said with a smile, "I'll come to Miss Zhang when the room is ready." So I followed the waiter upstairs.
The waiter stood in front of a room on the third floor. The empty-handed waiter took out the key and opened the door to let Zhou Rushui in, and then another waiter came in with a box.
"This is the room. Does Teacher Zhou like it? " The empty-handed waiter said this, then said a few words to describe the advantages of this room, and raised his face respectfully waiting for his answer.
Zhou Rushui looked around and felt that the room size was satisfactory and the furnishings were passable. He nodded and replied, "Not bad." He saw the window wide open and walked over. Looking out of the window, he saw dark water in the distance, and a ray of light rippled on the water. He felt refreshed when the cool air came against his face at night. He looked up at the sky and the stars were shaking at him. He buried his head again, and the light outside the window shone on the grass and bushes
Author: Ajie Xin Yi replied to this speech at 09: 25 on March 7, 2005.
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Fog, rain and electricity (serial)
"It's nice here." He turned to praise the waiter and asked, "What room is this?"
"Number thirty-two," the waiter replied proudly. The porter has gone out.
"Didn't Teacher Zhou eat?" The waiter asked again.
"Let's eat. You get me some tea, "Zhou Rushui said, and took off his sun suit coat and hung it on the hanger.
The waiter promised "yes" and went out.
Zhou Rushui is the only one left in the room. He looked at fifty candlelight bulbs, took a slow breath and looked at the square lampshade with flowers painted elsewhere.
So he sat on the couch covered with white cloth and said to himself happily, "It's time to enjoy some peace here. I must have something good to write. " He smiled and closed his eyes to experience the quiet happiness, but the shadow of the white skirt suddenly broke into his eyes.
The impression of a year ago came to his mind. At that time, he had just returned from Japan, and he met a girl who fell in love at first sight at the home of his respected senior friend Li Jianhong. White and blue skirts, though simple, are more attractive than those brightly colored women. Her bright eyes lit up her whole symmetrical face. At the same time, her every move retains the girl's reserve and pride. In recent years, his mind has been filled with some Japanese women's faces: he has seen enough of those women who are gentle as if they have no bones and delicate as if they have no souls. To his surprise, he found such a girl.
So he talked to her with curiosity, admiration and joy. Her thoughts are so noble that he admires her very much. She only saw him two or three times when we parted, and her name was deeply engraved in his mind. These are three beautiful words: Zhang Ruolan.
During his year in Tokyo, he didn't forget this beautiful name.
He often thinks of her Zhang Mingliang face, as if he saw a ray of light in the darkness. He tried to write to her several times. He started to write, but he didn't write the last letter. She didn't write either. He wanted to know her news very much, so he took great courage to add a sentence in his letter to Li Jianhong, asking about her recent situation. The elder's friends don't seem to know his psychology. Although he praised her in his reply, he described her as an unattainable woman. This actually drove away his courage. He never mentioned this name again.
But now he met her here and stayed with her in a hotel. After that, he had a chance to see her every day, and she also said something to ask his advice.
He thought like this, and felt that happiness rose from his heart and gradually expanded, making his whole body tremble with fever. He sat quietly on the sofa for a while. Later, he couldn't bear it any longer, so he stood up and walked around the room for a while. Suddenly he hurried out of the door and went to the second floor.
He found room 19 easily. He stood in front of the door, hesitated for a moment, and then tapped on the door with two fingers. Footsteps in the room rang. He took a quick step back. When the door opened, she appeared, covered with faint green light. Her whole body has a strange beauty, and her crystal eyes are shining with joy.
"Come in," she said with a smile, showing a row of white teeth. She stepped back and let him into the room.
There is a desk lamp with a green lampshade on the small desk, and there is a movable chair in front of the desk. After sitting in the chair, Zhou Rushui just turned around and caught a glimpse of the 16 folio women's magazine spread out on the table. It's a new issue, in which two fairy tales written by him are published. The editor also wrote an over-praised sentence in his editorial remarks, saying that he is an expert in fairy tales studying in Japan. Now he saw this magazine on her desk, thinking that she had read her article and was full of praise, so he smiled smugly and unconsciously read one magazine after another.
As if she knew his psychology, she immediately smiled and said, "I have read Teacher Zhou's article." I saw an advertisement in the newspaper and knew that there was an article by Teacher Zhou, so I bought it specially. Teacher Zhou's article is really good. "
After listening to such a compliment, although he was very happy, he made a look of unbearable. He quickly said modestly, "Not really. I just wrote it casually for a while, and it's really not worth reading. " At the same time, I secretly blame myself for writing too slowly and not writing more articles. He thought like this, and the general idea of a recent article came to mind. He thought that if she confessed this meaning to her, she might know him better and praise him more.