Xia Lao made an appointment with them in the Red House, and Yan Chuxin went to Yu Garden to inform Huang Lili and asked her to go with them. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They stopped in front of a red brick-and-tile bungalow, which was softened by the deciduous trees on the side of the road. The waiter ushered them into the private room on the fourth floor, which has a very French flair. The traditional western dining table, classic Western oil paintings, retro bar counters and lighting make people feel like they have returned to Shanghai in the Republic of China.

After a while, two people walked in. The older man had neat hair, a spotless white shirt, a crisp suit trousers, and shiny pointy shoes, the standard old Koehler's dress. Another middle-aged man has a pair of tortoiseshell glasses on the bridge of his nose, which is relatively white and weak.

The two nodded to them, and the middle-aged man greeted Chen Tianyou: "Xia Haibo." This is my father, Xia Xiwen. You must have contacted our editor-in-chief, Chen? ”

Chuxin glanced at Chen Tianyou, hum, he is still the editor-in-chief, and he can edit it enough.

Chen Tianyou pointed to his original intention: "This is our reporter. ”

Chuxin glanced back at Huang Lili, she stood there blankly, following her eyes, she was looking at Xia Haibo. Chu Xin looked at Xia Haibo again, and he was indeed somewhat similar to Xia Wenzheng's temperament in the old journal photos.

Xia Xiwen looks no more than 60 years old, well-maintained, and in good health.

In the process of talking, Chu Chu was also a little surprised, Chen Tianyou knew a lot of professional music knowledge, he and Xia Xiwen hit it off at first sight, and had a good conversation, and also learned a lot about Xia Wenzheng.

"I didn't meet my uncle, he was dead when I was born. He had no heirs, and all his belongings were given to my father for safekeeping. But for some reason, when I heard his family mention him, I have also seen his works, and I just feel very deed. And we have been in the family for several generations, and only me and him have some musical talent, so I should have made my own arrangements for this path. ”

"What year did your uncle die?"

"1931."

"That is, the twenty years of the Republic of China?" Chuxin looked at Chen Tianyou and Huang Lili.

Lili looked surprised.

"Sick?"

"According to my father, it was an accident. On the day of the accident, my uncle went to buy snacks and said that he was going to the hospital to see an old friend. On that day, the Kuomintang was arresting the Communists in large numbers, and it happened that the Communists were also working in that dim sum shop, and there was a fight on the way, and my uncle was innocently shot and was not saved. Later, when we went to our family to ask for an explanation, they confirmed that he was not a communist, and they just lost some money and did it hastily. ”

"Xia Lao, our club has recently planned to do the theme of the music family. Not many people know about your uncle, so we're hoping to get some exclusive source material for reference. ”

Xia Xiwen happily agreed, letting his son go home to pick it up, and the others stayed in the private room to eat.

Xia Lao's mouth is amazingly good, and his appetite is good.

Chuxin stared at the French snail in the store, and was reluctant to drop the fork for a long time. The snail shell is relatively pointed and long, the bottom of the snail is filled with mashed potatoes, and the bottom of the snail meat is thicker. Under Xia Xiwen's strong recommendation, I reluctantly tasted one, but I felt that it had no taste and couldn't say it was good. Maybe because of the different moods, the older generation of Xia eats the mood and has more seasoning of memories.

After the meal, Xia Xiwen and his son said goodbye to them, and Xia Lao instructed them: "Some of the contents in the diary are about private life, you should try not to mention it when writing articles, thank you." ”

Chen Tianyou and the others returned to Chen's house, but Ai Hongshi was not at home.

Tianyou handed over the small cardboard box he got back to Huang Lili, leaving her to look at it alone, and went to Hongshi's room with her original heart.

After the two of them left, Huang Lili didn't dare to open the carton on the table for a long time, and looked at it for a while.

There wasn't much in the box, a diary, two black-and-white photographs, and some songs he had written.

One is a group photo taken during the Nanyang tour, and Xia Wenzheng is standing next to her, dressed very energetically, with his head slightly sideways, as if looking at her and smirking. One is a photo of him and a woman, the woman's face is thin and delicate, her eyes are huge, and her outline is somewhat similar to hers, presumably it is his sick wife Manjuan.

Her hands trembled slightly, and she opened his diary, and scenes of the past seemed to emerge in front of her eyes.

January 10: "Manjuan has been gone for a few days, and when I was most sad, I saw her again. She doesn't seem to be the skinny, poor little girl she used to be, probably God took pity on me and sent her to soothe my pain. ”

April 24: "She is still lukewarm to me, Lao Li saw through my mind and created an opportunity for me to pursue her." Of course I'm going! I was unwilling to cut my heart in front of her, and she always knew my heart. Hey, but every time I see her, I'm still a little incoherent. Huang Lili thought of Xia Wenzheng's stupid appearance and smiled.

October 23: "She seemed to be in a good mood today, and she was amused by one of my jokes, and it was the first time I saw her smile so heartily, and she really looked good when she smiled." ”

May 7: "She actually followed a strange man, I don't know when they got along, I'm really angry with myself, why didn't I propose to her when I was in Nanyang, but she won't agree if I ask, after all, I'm just a poor scholar." I hated myself for watching them go today, and I didn't have the courage to go up and stop them, and she stayed for me. Huang Lili felt uncomfortable, when she left that day, she was still thinking about whether to tell him and how to explain, but she didn't expect him to come.

Nov. 12: "If you don't get any news from her, maybe it's good news, at least she has a good home and doesn't need to show her face again." ”

December 1: "The surname Qin is really a beast!" Abandoned her like that! Lao Li said that she was sick, very serious, and was thrown at St. Mary's Hospital. I really want to see her, but she is such a proud person, she must not want to lose face in front of me. I asked Lao Li to take all my savings and pay for her. ”

December 24: "It's Christmas Eve, and I quietly asked the doctor to add some food to her. I peeked at her behind the pillar, and she was still sitting in the garden as usual, and she looked even weaker, the doctor said, just dragging her feet. God is so cruel to me, do you want me to lose my love again? ”

Huang Lili flipped to the last diary.

January 16: "Today, Lili's condition is getting worse and worse, and she is still shouting that she wants to eat the crab shell yellow of Huangjiapu." I made up my mind to meet her tomorrow and tell her what I thought, whatever I wanted, and accompany her on this journey. ”

She slumped on the floor, crouched on the coffee table, and looked up again, her face covered in tears. She was so stupid that she misunderstood him; He was so stupid, why did he wait for her.

Chen Tianyou and the others stood upstairs and looked at her, and they also roughly guessed the ending.

"He never left her? I always thought that this kind of infatuation could only be found in stories. Chuxin sighed.

"You don't understand, the feelings of that era were far purer and deeper than they are now. Three thousand weak water, take only one scoop to drink. Tianyou said thoughtfully.

"I don't understand. You know? Chu Chu felt that his tone was also a little strange.

He didn't make a sound, walked downstairs, saw the black and white photo on the table, picked it up, and his face changed a little. Then, in a very strange move, he hid a picture and put the rest of the stuff in the cardboard box as if nothing had happened.