Fang Xuan had never seen so many books, and although he thought that he was not well-read, he was also. What's more, regardless of age at home, when he sees himself, he will call him "Little Mister", even if it is a joke, it makes Fang Xuan very satisfied. But now that I think of my faint complacency, I can't help but feel a wave of shame.

In addition to the poems, four books and five classics, and historical records and political commentaries that are generally available in the study, there are also many foreign language books here, which cover a wide range of topics. Those tadpole-like words, when Fang Xuan went to pray with his mother when he was a child, he had the privilege of seeing the British missionary write once, he used a Parker fountain pen that was still rare in Mukden at that time, but the writing was crooked like cotton, Fang Xuan remembered that she asked Fang Qingli why they wrote differently than ours.

Fang Qingli was copying the textbooks to be used for the next year in the study, glanced at Fang Xuan, who was not as high as the table, took out a piece of rice paper from the side, and wrote the word "country" on it.

Fang Xuan didn't understand, Fang Qingli raised the brush in his hand and asked Fang Xuan, "What is this?" ”

Fang Xuan replied seriously: "Brush." ”

Fang Qingli asked again: "What about Luo Ming's use?" ”

Fang Xuan: "It's a fountain pen." ”

"Simmer, read the word." Fang Qingli pointed to the only word on the paper.

"It's 'the country', but father, what does this have to do with the question I asked?" In the end, it was a child, and he couldn't hold his breath, but he still asked.

Fang Qingli poured the rice paper one by one, and said to her daughter, "Simmer, you see, the outside of the national character is a wall that makes up for the ventilation, and protects us tightly inside, so we can't see the outside, and we can't see the outside." But here's a pen that, while pretty, hides a danger and reminds us that it could be opened at any moment. Now, it has been opened a small opening, and you see Priest Luo Ming writing with a fountain pen, what if it is too big? ”

These words are a little more profound for a little girl, Fang Qingli smiled, touched her daughter's pensive little head, and her tone was more relaxed: "But it doesn't matter, you see, although Priest Luo Ming is holding a strong and rigid parka pen, the words he writes are still soft and soft like cotton, but the brush we use, although it seems to be soft and weak, is the most powerful text in the world." Fang Qingli smiled and saw that her girl was confused.

Fang Xuan saw those strange and familiar words, and suddenly thought of this conversation with her father, at that time, her hometown had not fallen, and she still didn't understand what her father's words meant, but now she understands it, but the transparency of this empathy did not make her more comfortable, but her heart was uncomfortable.

Mei Jinrong was sitting on a chair reading the newspaper, and after a long time she heard the movement, she looked up, only to see the little girl standing in a trance with a group of foreign masterpieces, Mei Jinrong thought she wanted to read it and didn't understand it, so she got up and walked towards her.

"Which one do you want to read?"

Fang Xuan was called back to his soul, looked up at him for a while, and casually pointed to a book, "But I don't know foreign languages"

Mei Jinrong stretched out his hand and took out the book, picked up the book and walked towards the chair to "follow", without looking back, and shouted.

Mei Jinrong was still sitting on the chair in front of him, and he pointed to the leather sofa where the narrator was a little lower, and motioned for Fang Xuan to sit down. Then he reached into the drawer and took a gold-framed glasses from it and put it on his face. Fang Xuan had never seen him wear glasses, so he was a little curious and leaned over to look. Mei Jinrong looks cold, a little daunting when she doesn't wear glasses, but now she has a gold wire mirror on her face, which makes her look much more elegant.

Feeling the sight from the other side, Mei Jinrong raised her eyes to look at Fang Xuan, raised her eyebrows, and was so frightened that Fang Xuan quickly retracted her gaze, why is he always caught, this person has eyes all over his body?

Just as he was thinking, a voice came to his ears, "SCARLETT O'HARA was not beautiful, but men seldom realized it when caught by her ....... This is a language that Fang Xuan has almost never heard, she doesn't understand what Mei Jinrong is talking about, she only knows that the deep voice has been echoing in her ears and dreams for many years afterward, and she has never let go of every corner of her life.

After a while, he should have finished reading a chapter, he put the book on the table, took off his eyes, and looked at Fang Xuan: "The name of this book is "Gone with the Wind", and it tells the story of a plantation in the United States, where there was also a war, even if there were no invaders, but there was still a war, among them was a girl named Scarlett, she was the daughter of a plantation owner, probably like the landlord of our country. She has experienced failed relationships again and again, and has never taken them seriously before, until the male protagonist Brad has completely left her. ”

After speaking, Mei Jinrong still looked at Fang Xuan, as if she was habitually waiting for her to say her opinion, and after waiting for a while, Fang Xuan finally spoke, but seemed to be very entangled: "This is a love story?" It's like "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai"? "The little girl is rare to ask for advice with an open heart.

"It's different, this is a cruel war story, whether it's Scarlett or Brad, when the war comes, no one can be left alone, and the poignant love story is just a protective layer of cruel war." Mei Jinrong looked out the window and suddenly thought of his days at school, which his instructor had told him.

"Refuge, no one can be left alone, but it doesn't mean that it must be a tragedy if you don't leave" Fang Xuan stood up and took a few steps closer to Mei Jinrong, suddenly stretched out his hand and crossed his chest, correcting what he just said in a righteous and stern manner.

Mei Jinrong obviously didn't expect Fang Xuan to react like this, after looking at the little girl's immature but extremely serious face for a while, she lowered her head and turned the dial, and said in a deep voice, "It's not as transparent as your little girl."