The Twelve Years: Song Of The Unsung Friends - Chapter 50

Three years of filial piety…

Could it be that there are elders in the Fu family who have no children and let him do his filial piety?

“Don’t talk about it,” Fu Dongwen stood up, exposing the words, “accompany the third brother out for a walk.”

Where do you go when the sun is baking?

She saw that Fu Dongwen was in good spirits, and she didn’t want to ruin his good mood.

When they were about to leave, the man who was asking for the potion also returned.

The small white glass bottle, without a white label, is the medicine that the internal medicine department of the hospital dispensed.

Shen Xi twisted the lid of the bottle and drank it in one sip. Fu Dongwen looked at the small medicine bottle: “If you feel uncomfortable, take good care of it. Don’t try to quickly take some strong medicine.” He took the glass bottle away. “See you later. You take the medicine, keep the bottle, and leave a thought.”

I’ve never seen a person who wants to receive a medicine bottle as a souvenir: “The one who needs to be washed when I go back is still medicine after all.”

“You don’t need to talk about this. Wan’an is a child who loves cleanliness. As long as I take things back, he will boil it.”

“Hmm… I can see it.”

Since she moved back to the apartment, Wan An has been cleaning the room from morning to night, and even the gaps between the stairs and the walls have been wiped with a damp cloth every day. At first, Shen Xi thought it was Fu Dongwen who had a lot of problems. Later, after Wan An Mingli secretly rejected that his clothes were not clean, he discovered that the child had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Fu Tongwen took her to a silk factory, one of his industries in Shanghai.

Among the tall and white-painted beams and columns, there are dozens of silk reeling machines in rows from east to west. The male foremen are wearing white long coats and supervise the work of the female workers by the silk reeling machine.

The person in charge of the factory took them to visit three such factories, and counted the quantity of raw silk exported this month with Fu Dongwen, as well as business dealings with cotton mills. In the sound of the machine running, Shen Xi thought of the past when she and Fu Dongwen “escape” from New York to use a sewing machine in an abandoned factory.

His enthusiasm for industry, from a pen attached to a suit pocket, an obsolete and useless sewing machine, to the silk factory she visited today, has never diminished.

It was the first time that Fu Dongwen entered the factory. Everyone had never seen the big boss behind him. He saw a young man wearing trousers and a shirt with arms around him, holding a folded fan in his hand, and giving it to a person next to him. The young lady fanned the wind.

The men in the factory all treat girls as mud under their feet. The richer they are, the richer young masters and university professors who have drunk foreign ink like to hold girls in their hands. Everyone hadn’t seen him on weekdays, and had no chance to come into contact with the young master who lingered in the western restaurant and the theater. It was not easy to see a couple who worked.

Shen Xi thought it was because he had been through it for many days and his complexion was not good, so he drew people’s attention and said with a guilty conscience: “They keep watching, let’s go out and don’t delay other people’s work.”

Fu Tongwen smiled and whispered: “I can afford to delay my own business.”

In broad daylight, the exhaled heat was behind her ears.

Shen Xi pushed him away with his elbow.

The middle-aged man in a white coat straightened his waist and said loudly, “This is the boss of our silk factory. Everyone is called San Ye, San Young Grandma.” The female workers and foremen immediately stopped work and called “San Ye”. “Three young grandma”.

Shen Xi was awkward, and looked at Fu Dongwen.

Fu Tongwen prefers to see her reaction, generously letting the steward pay three yuan per person: “Said it was rewarded by the third wife.”

“Yes, Sanye,” the steward agreed.

The factory is sultry, and they rarely walk outside the factory.

The children of the foremen in front of the warehouse were splashing water. The older ones were holding the copper basin, and the younger children poured their little hands in the basin and splashed each other on each other. It was playing and cooling off.

Fu Tongwen was explaining business affairs to the steward, and Shen Xili watched the children play a few steps away. Her greatest advantage is that she is dedicated to everything, even watching children playing in the water.

He waved, and stepped back.

Without warning, he went behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Hot.” She struggled.

Fu Dongwen used his strength and held it extremely comfortably.

The arm pressed against the arm, preventing her from moving. His pulse was beating on the back of her hand, and Shen Xi seemed to be very sensitive to his pulse, and silently calculated his heart rate.

“It was on the way to take you to see the factory,” he said, “you will accompany me to meet someone later.”

“who is it?”

Fu Dongwen smiled and said nothing.

This person really likes to sell Guanzi today.

It may be because of the experience of picking up Xiao Wuye at the station last time, which gave her a psychological shadow on the “seeing people”. Feeling unsure, he asked: “Is it your guest? Come to condole your father’s elders?”

“neither.”

“Where are you going to pick up? The train station?”

“Go to Huizhong Hotel.”

PalaceHotel? What a coincidence.

She said: “When I almost went to the UK to study abroad, I was staying in that hotel. The sailing schedule could not be fixed. I didn’t expect Yuan Shikai to abdicate directly… and stay in Shanghai.”

“It was the third brother who was left behind,” he smiled and exposed her, “what does it have to do with Yuan Shikai?”

The children laughed, as if to cooperate with him.

Shen Xi couldn’t hold his face, kicked the gravel under his feet, and ignored him.

Fu Tongwen smiled, and asked the person in charge for a black umbrella, and took her to the outside of the factory.

The road here is narrow and the car can’t get in at all, so the two of them just walked in, and Shen Xi was blushing from the sun. When I went back now, Fu Dongwen naturally remembered and asked for things to shade and avoid the sun in advance.

The road was narrow and uneven, and both of them walked slowly.

After a while, Shen Xi looked around: “I think… we should stop using umbrellas for sunshades, weird.”

Love men and women holding umbrellas in the drizzle, strolling along the river, that is the taste of literati.

But they were in the sun, on the dirt road next to the factory building, gently swaying a paper fan and holding an umbrella… The workers called San Ye and San Young Grandma. In private, they must say that these two are a pair of fools, regardless of the difference. The occasion is coquettish.

Fu Dongwen also felt something was wrong, so he closed the umbrella and threw it to the people behind him: “It’s not proper.”

Without an umbrella, she couldn’t bear to be exposed.

I had to use a folding fan to block her forehead, making a shadow, and said leisurely: “Girls can’t stand the sun. The third brother understands this.”

This man…if you don’t say any jokes, it’s really not him.

On the way to the hotel, Fu Dongwen finally told her why he showed her the silk factory.

“In this silk factory, boss Huang was greedy for a long time. He signed the contract this morning and gave him all the shares in my hand.”

To do business in Shanghai, you have to pay tribute to the few bosses of the Qinggang. This has long been a customary rule. Each boss only receives dividends from hundreds of corporate shares every year, which is millions of dollars. Fu Tongwen once told her about it, but did not mention that there is a precedent for sending it directly to the factory. It is not easy to make such a large-scale silk factory. The raw silk is exported overseas, and the source of goods and customers have been stable. To put it bluntly, I gave them a cornucopia that doesn’t need to be distracted and managed.

“It’s a pity.” He sighed softly.

It’s not a pity that the silk factory’s benefits and value, but a pity that it is given to people who don’t understand and spoiled good things.

“Are you asking him?” she asked.

“I need him to help me with one thing, it’s a very important thing,” he said, “it’s not their youth gang.”

What happened?

Without waiting for her to ask, he explained: “My sixth sister is back, in Huizhong Hotel, it is her that I want to take you to see.”

“Sixth sister?” She remembered the girl.

The fate of several faces is the sister of Fu Dongchan’s mother.

When Fu Dongwen asked her father to sign the estate distribution agreement, he mentioned that she was given to a commander to be the sixteenth concubine.

Shen Xi felt that this was Fu Dongwen’s sad thing, and he never asked, but quietly learned some scraps from Tan Qingxiang. It is said that the commander is too old and is far from the northwest of the capital. He heard that he has a reputation for beating his wife and children… In short, it is a bad marriage. Since Miss Six got married, she has never returned, and she has been guarded very strictly, so she has cut contact with the Fu family.

Fu Dongwen has been trying to see her, but he has not succeeded.

“The day after my father died of illness, I sent a telegram to ask the sixth sister to come to Shanghai,” Fu Tongwen said with emotion. “I went to Shanghai last night and saw no one. I will leave after the condolences this afternoon.”

The guard is so strict that even the family is not allowed to see. The facts are more serious than Tan Qingxiang said.

“I can go to see her now, but I also used money to get around.” He said again.

“So what you want Boss Huang to do is related to her?” She asked softly.

Fu Dongwen acquiesced.

When the car arrived outside the gate of Huizhong Hotel, the conversation between the two came to an end.

Here at the Bund Pier, this hotel is the most eye-catching building, mainly because of its bold red and white color scheme. The exterior walls are purely painted, but the edges of the windows are inlaid with red bricks, let alone during the day, even at night.

From the turnstiles to the internal parapets, stairs and railings, the columns are all decorated with wood. The crystal lamp will not go out all day long.

When Shen Xi came for the first time, the waiter who led her to the room proudly said that this hotel serves big people and is the most upscale hotel. Even the elevators in the hotel were the first to be installed and used in Shanghai. She was not interested in these things, and when the waiter mentioned that the International Anti-Smoking Club and Sun Yat-sen’s inauguration as the interim president are both here, she listened to a few words intently.

She chose to live here because it was expensive and would avoid a lot of trouble.

Later, she decided to stay in Shanghai to practice medicine, but she never came again because of her high cost.

The two entered the hotel, summoned a waiter to lead the way, and went to the roof garden for the internal guests.

At this time, it was afternoon tea time. Half of the garden was full of seats. Because there were not enough parasols, the tables and chairs in the other half of the garden were exposed to the sun, so naturally no one would sit.

Fu Qinghe was sitting under the parasol at the farthest, near the edge, dressed in clusters of flowers, and emerald earrings dangled heavily beside his face. They were rich, but they did not fit in here. The outdated hair bun made that face ten years old.

The moment she saw Fu Dongwen, the tea cup in her hand was clearly tilted, and finally there was a trace of joy in her eyes: “Brother San.”

Fu Dongwen gave him a wink.

The leading one took out a stack of banknotes from his arms and handed them to the two officers guarding Fu Qinghe. Those two officers guarded the sixteenth concubine, but they also knew that the concubine wanted to meet today is a big man. Since the money was collected, they were in Shanghai and on someone else’s chassis. If they didn’t know much about it, I would like to take Fu Dongwen temporarily Vanished from sight.

Miss Six recognized Shen Xi, startled, looked at her, and then at Fu Tongwen: “This time I’m really going to be called my sister-in-law.”

“It should have changed a long time ago,” he smiled and pulled out a chair for Shen Xi. After she sat down, he took a seat. “Xiao Wu is in the hospital. I went to see him first before I came to see you.”

“What’s wrong with Brother Fifth?” Fu Qinghe was worried, his voice choked suddenly, “Is he sick? Did he come from the south to express condolences to his father?”

“He was injured on the battlefield. Your sister-in-law performed an operation on him. He saved his life and lost his right leg.”

Miss Six’s tears were caught off guard: “It was all caused by me…If he hadn’t opposed my marriage in public, he wouldn’t be sent to the battlefield by my father…”

When she was forced to be married, it was just after the New Year that her biological mother had just passed away. Fu Dongwen, who defended her the most, was seriously ill and his life or death was uncertain. The aunts and brothers and sisters in the other room looked on coldly, wishing to send them away early and get a share of the family property. Only the fifth brother fought hard and beat the officer who came to the door to give the betrothal gift.

As a result, the fifth elder brother who was planning a business in Beijing was angered by his father and sent to the southern battlefield.

She thought that with the skill and courage of the fifth brother, she would definitely make a breakthrough in the south. She never expected to hear this kind of news today. The grievances of an old man committed for the past two years and the feelings of homesickness are all in Fu Dongwen. It was revealed in front of him.

Shen Xi handed over a handkerchief, and she took it with tears, wiping away her tears in silence.

Don’t dare to cry, for fear of causing trouble to Fu Dongwen.

The roof garden has a wide view, facing the river, and the wind is blowing and the moisture is entrained.

There are signs of showers.

Fu Tong Wenning focused on the six sisters in front of him, and asked in a low voice, “Do you have any children?”

Miss Six shook her head and smiled with tears: “Third brother should take care of his marriage. If you want to be an uncle, don’t count on me…”

“That’s the best,” Fu Dongwen picked up the white porcelain teapot on the table and slowly poured tea into her white porcelain cup. “Then tell the third brother, do you want to come back?”

It was calm like chatting, but it was thunder on the ground.

…

Miss Liu froze her arm, clutching the handkerchief Shen Xi gave her.

The veil was twisted into pleats of various shades.

She didn’t dare to think deeply about the meaning of Fu Dong’s words. In the place where she married, the concubine had only one fate to escape, and was shot. This was the best way to die.

“…They won’t make me perfect.”

Fu Tongwen laughed: “They won’t, the third brother will.”

As if catering to him, the two foreign girls next to him were amused by a gentleman.

Not far away, someone instructed the waiter to move the parasol, and the sunset slanted westward, just as the scenery was good. A table made a request, and the guests next to it all followed suit. The three waiters on the roof were instructed by a few tables of guests to make a lot of noise.

Only here, it was terribly quiet.

Fu Qinghe struggled inwardly. While trying to escape, he was afraid that he would bring disaster to Fu Dongwen.

Before she could speak again, the two officers who had been monitoring her returned.

According to the itinerary, Fu Qinghe had to go to the mansion to give his father incense and kowtow before leaving Shanghai by car. I arrived last night and left in the evening. With such a tight arrangement, there was no time for Fu Qinghe to go to the hospital to visit Xiao Wuye. This is such a itinerary, it was only when people sold Fu Dongwen’s great face and then had an excuse to go to the funeral.

One of the officers was ordered by his commander to accompany Fu Dongwen for two or three greetings, and then urged the sixteenth wife to leave.

Since they appeared, Fu Tongwen hasn’t said anything about him. Fu Qinghe was uneasy. She didn’t know if Fu Tongwen gave up or what arrangements she would really make. She drank the black tea in the porcelain cup under the guise.

Before parting, Fu Dongwen stretched out his arms to her, Miss Six hesitated for a second, then threw into his arms: “Brother Three…”

He was telling her with a hug that nothing has changed, waiting to go home.

There is a home with the third brother.

This is true for Shen Xi, Xiaowuye, and Fu Qinghe in his arms now.

Shen Xi’s eyes were moist, watching Fu Qinghe’s back disappear, and silently praying that the silk factory could get a good result.

Fu Dongwen seemed to be okay. He slanted his hands in his trouser pockets, leaned forward, and asked with a low smile, “Let’s go to Xuyuan, okay? There will be a famous actor tonight, Huang Boss’s place.”

“Yeah.” Shen Xi smiled knowingly.

This is the benefit of Boss Huang, who is giving Fu Dongwen Baoxin pills, and he wants to finish the matter tonight.

This scene tonight is about loyalty, filial piety and righteousness on the stage, and affectionate hands and feet on the stage. It is also that the drunkard’s intention is not to drink, and the fans are not interested.

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0.0 Everyone is enthusiastic, it’s winter hahahaha, you can’t be enthusiastic anymore, I will be very disappointed, next time I won’t…