13 September 2002. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Dad, I'm full. Han Nuowei put down his chopsticks, pulled a tissue from the tissue box, and wiped his mouth.

Han Mengchang, who was wearing an apron, hurriedly came out of the kitchen, "There is also pork rib soup, don't you wait? ”

Han Nuowei shook his head, "You can just leave me a little, and I'll come back tomorrow to drink." As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and added, "I told Cuong that I would go to his house in the evening to review, and I would help him with English and he would help me with math." ”

Han Mengchang hesitated for a moment, "Then, why don't I bring you some soup first, and you two can have a supper when you are hungry when you review at night." ”

"Forget it, if it spills on the road, it will be too much trouble to get into the bag. Han Nuowei walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and began to wash his hair.

Han Mengchang sighed, he really wanted his son to finish the soup before leaving, but he didn't want his son to feel reluctant. He glanced at the sky outside the window, and made sure that it would not rain, so he swallowed back the words "remember to bring an umbrella".

Han Nuowei dried his hair and wiped a little gel, he grabbed a hairstyle that he was very satisfied with in the mirror, and then said to Han Mengchang: "Dad, help me take a look." ”

Han Mengchang cleaned up the table without raising his head and said, "It's good-looking." ”

Han Nuowei couldn't cry or laugh: "I didn't ask if you look good." He waited for his father to look up before pointing to the back of his head, "Help me see if the hair on the back of the back is curling?"

Han Mengchang showed a surprised expression, "How could it be like this?" Seeing Han Nuowei hurriedly rushing into the bathroom, he laughed, "Tease you, it's very handsome, it's similar to me." ”

Han Nuowei walked out of the bathroom in a huff: "I really don't understand, how can you be a political teacher." He glanced at Han Mengchang with a little playfulness, "The political teacher in our class can't laugh at all, let alone tease us." He grimaced as he put a bag of amber in his bag, "If only you had such a good sense of humor." ”

"Go, go, go. Han Mengchang brought all the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen, "You don't pat my ass, if you have anything to say." ”

Han Nuowei laughed twice embarrassedly, "Dad, give me some money, I've been eating Ah Qiang for lunch for the past two days." ”

"Didn't you just give you fifty last week?

"No, I told you, I bought reference books for English and math, and then I ran out of money. ”

Han Mengchang lifted his apron and flipped through his pants pocket, "How much do you want?"

Han Nuowei scratched his head, "Is there a hundred?" Han Mengchang sorted out all the banknotes in his pocket, "I'll have more than sixty yuan." He left two yuan, and put the rest on the dining table and pushed it in front of his son, "You take these first, I'll go to the hospital to see your mother at night, I heard that I miscalculated the cost of medicine, and I will refund a little money to me, you come back tomorrow, and I will give you money." He picked up the rag and began to wipe the table, "By the way, Tao can't pay you yet?"

Han Nuowei shook his head, "I'm not just about to bring him this batch of processed amber, I guess the money is about to be settled." ”

"Then you go to Tao's house first, and then go to Ah Qiang? This is the opposite direction, the distance is a bit far, do you want to ride a bicycle?"

"Don't ride, it's too much of a toss, the neighbors on Cuong's side are a bit miscellaneous, in case the car is lost. As he spoke, he picked up a fifty dollar sheet, "Then I'll go, Dad." ”

Han Mengchang walked into the kitchen: "Be careful on the road. ”

Han Nuowei grinned and grabbed his schoolbag and ran out of the door, "Got it!" He ran very fast, and when the word "la" came out, the person was already outside the door.

In Hancheng in September, the summer color is just right. In the roadside flower beds, the rose-pink drunken butterfly flowers are shy and timid. The evening breeze blows, and the sweet fragrance of flowers sweeps delicately across people's faces like silk. In the distance, my child was practicing, and the triangular plum blossoms on the balcony danced in the wind, and a few bright red sepals floated down and landed on the clean street, like a faint shading on a postcard.

Han Nuowei took a deep breath, and his steps became more and more brisk. This was the first time he went to his girlfriend Tao Baihe's house for the night, and he couldn't restrain his pounding heartbeat all the way.

Tao Baihe is his first love, and he is also the person he cares about and appreciates the most. Because, in Han Nuowei's view, only Tao Baihe is the one who really understands him and loves him, which is more important than anything else.

Since childhood, Han Nuowei has known that he is different from others. In the eyes of the people of Hancheng, his appearance is quite strange: his eyebrows are thick and long, as if someone has knocked over the inkstone. Although the eyes are not small, the pupils are not black or brown like the natives, but a rare bright gold. This made Han Nuowei very distressed, and sometimes he just stared ahead in a daze or glanced at it unconsciously, which would be unsettling. Fortunately, he has a high and straight nose bridge and a well-defined chin, and if you ignore the strange pupils, then he can still be regarded as a handsome guy. Unfortunately, in order not to cause gossip, in the end, under the persuasion of his parents, he put on a heavy dark flat glass, which made him look clumsy and old-fashioned.

The first time he heard words complimenting his eyes in his life was in the amber shop where Han Nuowei worked.

Although Hanseong is a small border town, it is quite wealthy, because Myanmar has a staggering amount of amber deposits across the line, and traders travel back and forth between the two places, selling Hanseong's daily necessities to foreign countries, and bringing back all kinds of amber rough stones. Among these vendors, the most successful is the nimble Tao Can. His amber shop grew bigger and bigger, and seeing that there were not enough people, he recruited some new people. Among them, there is Han Nuowei, who works part-time.

In this year, Tao Baihe, Tao's only daughter, had just returned home from college and was preparing to take the graduate school entrance examination, and she had a lot of free time. She would come to the store to take a look around the store to see if there were any new crafts or jewelry she liked, and by the way, she would take a look at the handsome young guys who helped in the store.

The first time they met, Han Nuowei fell in front of Tao Baihe.

At that time, he was holding a stack of amber carving albums, and the piles of books like a hill blocked his vision, and Tao Baihe happened to be intently observing a piece of worm on the counter, and let out an exclamation, which frightened Han Nuowei and the book to the ground.

His slightly larger glasses rolled right down to Tao Baihe's feet.

Han Nuowei was extremely embarrassed, he really didn't want to "show" his eyes in front of strangers, especially in front of a young girl.

"Are you a half-race?" This was the first thing Tao Baihe said to Han Nuowei, and it was also a way that Han Nuowei never dreamed of being accosted.

"Ah, I'm not, I'm a native of Hancheng. ”

"Then you must have a half-breed in your family. Tao Baihe's style of speaking was very arbitrary, and her tone was also very determined, she picked up her glasses and gave them back to Han Nuowei, but her eyes always followed Han Nuowei's face.

Han Nuowei shook his head and quickly took his glasses and put them on. While cleaning up the scattered albums on the ground, he quietly observed Tao Baihe from the mirror behind the counter: slender and thin, with a round face and big eyes, exquisite makeup that looked quite elegant, wearing a pair of narrow-rimmed glasses, a red suit that looked very good, and a bag with a simple design in his hand, which looked completely different from the local girls who dyed their hair messily and wore exaggerated flatform shoes.

I don't know why, this made Han Nuowei feel his heart beat faster.

"Your eyes are like half-breeds, which is cool. This was the last sentence Tao Baihe said to Han Nuowei before leaving the store that day, and it was also the sentence that made Han Nuowei feel that he fell in love at first sight.

It seemed logical that they were together, and although "sister and brother love" was not popular at that time, the two young people who were in love with each other were still very happy to fall in love, of course, secretly together. After all, Tao Baihe's proud father could not agree to her marrying this boy who had no future, not to mention that Han Nuowei was only seventeen years old. "Don't think so much, aren't you happy with me?" Whenever Han Nuowei was worried, Tao Baihe always said this, her expression was like the first time she saw Han Nuowei, unquestionable.

Han Nuowei has to admit that the first love is indeed intoxicating, although Tao Baihe is stubborn and willful, as long as he can hug her, Han Nuowei feels that his concession is worth it.

He listened to Tao Baihe's words, changed his long bangs to short and refreshing, took off his heavy dark glasses, and began to face and accept his specialness with his chest held high.

To Han Nuowei's surprise, the outside world did not react to his change that made him uncomfortable, but several female classmates handed him love letters with a red face after he changed his hairstyle and took off his glasses.

The ringtone of a text message on his mobile phone interrupted Han Nuowei's memories. Han Nuowei hurriedly took out his mobile phone, it was sent by Tao Baihe, and there were only four short words: "Two, four, five, one." ”

Knowing that it was the unlocking code of the Tao family's gate, it had no other meaning, but Han Nuowei still looked at the phone and couldn't help laughing. It is said that Tao can't go to the field for three days this time, and it is rare for him to be with his lover for such a long time, and he feels sweet when he thinks about it.

Han Nuowei walked into a flower shop and bought a small bouquet of flowers for forty-eight yuan, he counted them, it happened to be six red roses, dotted with pink and purple moon seasons on the periphery, plus white stars and transparent cellophane, making the whole bouquet look sweet and romantic.

Han Nuowei was holding the flower in his hand, feeling that the pedestrians on the road were smiling at him, he was a little embarrassed, and quickly hid the flower behind his back, and then quickened his pace.

A few minutes later, Han Nuowei came to the door of Tao's house, and he silently recited the unlocking code and opened the door of Tao's house. Although he had not been able to come to Tao's house a few times before, he had come and gone in a hurry every time, only this time he had come on a date, and he couldn't help but feel excited and excited.

"Xiao Wei!" In front of the maid Lin Ma, Tao Baihe rushed over without hesitation and hugged Han Nuowei's neck tightly.

Although Han Nuowei had already had intimate behaviors with his lover, they were all in private, and it was the first time he was so intimate in front of a third person, his face turned red to his neck, and he was so nervous that he didn't know what to do. Nervously, he gently tugged at the light purple shirt on his body, which was a birthday present from Tao Baihe and his favorite piece of clothing.

He plucked up his courage and handed the flower hidden behind his back to Tao Baihe: "Give it to you!"

Tao Baihe held the flowers and complained: "Why do you buy flowers, it's so cheesy." Having said that, there was a sweetness on her face that could not be concealed.

She handed the flowers to Mother Lin, who smiled knowingly, took the flowers, and turned to serve tea.

Tao Baihe took Han Nuowei's hand, jumped step by step, and pulled it all the way to her room on the third floor.

As soon as the door was closed, Han Nuowei couldn't wait to hug his lover and kiss him, the two kissed inseparably, confused, Tao Baihe's mobile phone rang several times in the middle, and both of them ignored it, until Mother Lin knocked on the door: "Miss, I put the tea on the table in the corridor." By the way, there's a call for you. ”

Tao Baihe broke free of Han Nuowei and shouted outside the door, "Don't care. ”

Han Nuowei was a little nervous: "Whose phone number? Could it be your father?"

Tao Baihe said disapprerovingly: "No, my dad won't kill me for a serial call, this is a friend of my dad, I guess I can't find my dad, so he came to harass me and ignore him." ”

At this time, Tao Baihe's mobile phone rang again as if it was inducted.

Han Nuowei hesitated for a moment, "Otherwise, you better take it, it's not appropriate to let the elders wait like this." ”

Tao Baihe snorted and laughed: "Who said that my father's friends must be elders." She stretched out her slender fingers and gently drew circles around Han Nuowei's neck: "I'll go take a bath first, you wait for me." ”

Han Nuowei reluctantly said, "Can I go in with you?"

Tao Baihe pouted: "I still have to remove my makeup, don't make trouble, wait obediently." ”

Seeing that his lover was so insistent, Han Nuowei had no choice but to give in: "Then will you hurry up?"

Tao Baihe blinked: "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." She pushed open the bathroom door, "Or, you go to the study on the first floor to play for a while, my dad has a lot of books, you can kill some time." ”

Although Tao was a merchant, he was quite a vassal and elegant, the study area was not small, and there were book walls on three sides, and the dark chestnut wooden cabinet was full of all kinds of books, the highest place almost touched the ceiling, and people had to climb ladders to get books.

It was the first time for Han Nuowei to see such a pompous study, and he couldn't help but be curious, and climbed the ladder to see what books were placed on a high place.

Tao Fufu's books are arranged in a regular manner, with one wall of philosophy and religion, one wall of literature, and one wall full of amber-related knowledge series and reference books.

On the top floor of the reference book wall, Han Nuowei inadvertently saw a dark red cover of "Marxist Studies" sandwiched between a pile of amber books. He was stunned for a moment, and then thought it was very funny, Tao could not be a person full of business experience, would study Marx? Thinking about it, Han Nuowei pulled out the book.

The cover of the book has faded a little, and it can be seen that it has been some years, and Han Nuowei turned the back of the book over and printed "The first edition in January 1984".

To Han Nuowei's surprise, the inside pages of the book were very new, almost as if they had never been used. About three-quarters of the way through the book, there is a beautifully carved wooden bookmark.

A book with an old cover, but the inside pages are very new—is it true that this book is often taken out and never read? Han Nuowei looked curiously at the space where the book had been placed, but could not see anything. Han Nuowei reached out and groped inside for a while, only to hear a "click" from nowhere, and he turned his head to see that a square basement was clearly exposed on the ground.

The basement is embedded right in the middle of three book walls, and on one side reveals a spiraling staircase, which is clean and apparently used regularly.

"What are you doing?" Tao Baihe's voice suddenly sounded from behind him.