After Lan Ruling finished talking about the past, Song Siyuan carefully recalled the details, Lan Qingping's death was most likely a loss of hope, so she chose to end her life, she comforted: "Lan Ruling, this foreigner did say that he would come back to pick you up, but you also have to understand that maybe after a few years, his mind will change." ”

"You mean, my old man lied to my wife?" Lan Ruling's eyes were full of disbelief, and she was eager to prove to Song Siyuan that Joseph was not like this, so she took out a photo from her personal pocket and handed it to her.

Song Siyuan took the photo, this photo is only the size of a palm, because the photography technology is not high more than 20 years ago, the picture seems a little blurry, even then you can see the beautiful blue screen in the photo, and Joseph, who is a shoulder taller than her, this person has a three-seven oil head, and his face can be called upright and handsome among foreigners.

Lan Ruling pointed to the photo, and her tone was quite aggrieved: "My mother said that Joseph and the old man have not yet got married, and he said that he would come to pick us both up when he returned to China, do you mean that those words were all lies?" Speaking of this, this Gu girl's face was slightly angry, and Song Siyuan shook her head at her and retorted: "It's not necessarily a lie to you, according to what you described, Joseph invited your mother to return to China to settle down, but she herself disliked the foreign country and was unfamiliar with the place and refused, in this case, Joseph still wants to take you back, it can be seen that he has true feelings for your mother." ”

"If he has no feelings for you, don't mention it, anyway, the two of them were destined to be separated at that time, why did he bother to say that he wanted to pick you up, I guess what he said at the time was true, but with the change of time, the mood has changed, after all, the two of them have only had a Pingshui marriage, and it is not a deep love, and gradually this idea faded."

"Or!" Song Siyuan's words changed: "There is also the most likely scenario, Joseph is likely to be no longer alive." Even though he had never met Joseph, this person was the person her mother liked, and even had a slight blood connection with herself, and he still felt sad to hear that he was no longer in the world.

"All in all, time has passed, changes in mentality, death is possible, you don't have to pay too much attention to it, even if you really find him, what do you want to say to him? You and Joseph themselves are two different people, would you like to go to the country of magnesium? Lan Ruling heard her mention this, and quickly shook her head: "That's impossible, I don't even know what kind of bird language, why don't I go to the magnesium pot, I don't even understand the language, and I don't know how to catch up with the old man, I can only stare at it with big eyes!" ”

"At least your mother and him are really in love, some people are not so lucky, they are also in love with foreigners, but the end is not very good." Lan Ruling became curious, urging her to continue, she wanted to know what happened to other women who were hooked by foreigners: "Other women also have good relations with foreigners?" What's wrong with them? Song Siyuan coughed a few times, took out his notes, and explained: "When I was studying abroad, I once went to the opera house to see the opera, and there is a play in the West called "Madama Butterfly", which is a song and dance drama released in 1904, about the ...... "At the beginning of the twentieth century, a naval captain came to Dongying Nagasaki Island with the magnesium fleet, this officer named Pinkerton, suffering from the boredom of island life, in order to get daily care, under the introduction of the people on the island, I met the Dongying girl Qiaoqiaosang, nicknamed Butterfly.

When Pinkerton saw the butterfly, he was surprised by the butterfly's beauty, and at the same time was captured by her gentle and charming eyebrows, the butterfly has virtues such as gentleness and frugality, everything suits his appetite, and at the same time, the gentleness and restraint of this oriental woman is also different from the bright and warm of a Western woman.

Chinese Network Pinkerton decided to pursue Butterfly, under his romantic offensive, Butterfly fell in love with Pinkerton, and married him in Dongying to become a real couple, just when the two were immersed in the sweet married life, Pinkerton was ordered by his boss to return to China, helpless, can only return to his own country.

Time flies, three years passed, and three years later, he had the opportunity to return to Dongying again, and when he saw the butterfly, he knew that the butterfly had given him a child.

"Then, isn't this exactly the same as my mother?" Lan Ruling's eyes lit up, maybe she saw a different ending from herself, and she was extremely happy, Song Siyuan couldn't bear to hit her, and deliberately concealed the ending: "Yes, Madame Butterfly waited for Pinkerton, and at Pinkerton's request, she took her son to return to the magnesium country with him to reunite with the family." After speaking, Song Siyuan picked up the notes and showed Lan Ruling a photo of the actors at that time, next to this tall and handsome foreigner, was a beautiful Oriental woman wearing a kimono, the two of them held a child in their hands, and outside the swaddling clothes was a magnesium national flag.

Lan Ruling held the photo, and there was joy in her eyes: "Isn't this ending very good, why do you say that the ending is not good." ”

"There are many women like butterflies on Nagasaki Island, but they didn't wait for their own Pinkerton, so they can only live a lonely life and be looked down upon." Song Siyuan's eyes dimmed when she said this, she didn't expect the fate of her own mother Lan Qingping, others had already experienced it.

"Sister, according to what you say, foreign men are not good things." Ren Peacock made the bed, his tone was very angry, thinking that he was upset for Lan Qingping, and he also felt sorry for Lan Ruling.

Song Siyuan retorted: "Opinion, foreigners' concept of feelings is different from that of Orientals, they think that Oriental women are also casual, who knows that people fight the idea of a lifetime and a couple, and in the end it can only end miserably, the cultural differences between the East and the West are too big to bridge." ”

"Oh, forget it, whether his Joseph turtle son is a false or a real thing, we have to go to bed early, and we have to leave for the dock tomorrow." When Lan Ruling heard this, she also knew what was going on between her mother and Joseph, and sighed and was no longer curious.

"You guys go to sleep first, I still have to go to Yue Guanchao to discuss something." Song Siyuan saw Yue Guanchao outside the door, walked out of the door wearing his blanket, and walked to the outdoor corridor, Yue Guanchao was standing by the railing staring at the lake, and the wet and cold lake wind blew, making people unconsciously shrink the collar of their clothes.

"Where's the second artillery?" Yue Guanchao looked at Nunu in the room, and there was a snoring sound from inside, which was considered to be in response to her inquiry.

"Didn't Madame Butterfly die in the end?" Song Siyuan's notes, Yue Guanchao has mostly read them, when Pinkerton returned to Dongying, not only alone, but also with his magnesium country wife, even if he knew that Butterfly gave birth to a son for him, he only decided to adopt a child, and did not want to be responsible for Butterfly.

So much so that the butterfly, who was loyal to Pinkerton, was desperate and committed suicide after giving the child to Pinkerton.

It can be said that in this relationship, only the butterfly is really emotional, and Pinkerton's love for her is mixed with curiosity about exotic oriental cultures, which is essentially similar to experiencing folk customs and customs, and the marriage with butterflies is a scene from beginning to end, just to be taken care of.

"I really told the ending of the butterfly, how sad Lan Ruling should be, I also want to give her a thought, besides, Joseph is not Pinkerton, so as not to make Lan Ruling have a bad association, and I have to help her publish the newspaper when I go back." Yue Guanchao saw that she was fighting this idea, and he didn't understand it a little: "As soon as she said that, you really remembered it." ”

"That is, this thing has become a piece of Lan Ruling's heart disease, if you can help her solve it, it can be regarded as curing her disease, at the same time, heart disease also needs to be cured by heart medicine, whether you find someone or not, you will not be obsessed with looking for an old man in the future, as long as Joseph is not dead, everything is possible." Song Siyuan picked up the camera when she spoke, and took pictures of the dock that was interrupted by Lan Ruling just now, and when the steamer was completely extinguished and the dock gradually quieted, they went back to rest.

A cold wind blew one night, and the next day it rained. When they woke up, the weather was obviously not as good as yesterday, after opening the square window, they could see the black fog rolling up in the sky, and those who didn't know thought that they were in a trance, and the sky and the cold lake were connected into a piece, and the boundaries had been blurred.

Yue Guanchao walked into the corridor and looked up to observe, hundreds of clouds were gray and white like ridges, and a lot of black clouds pressed the city.

"It's going to rain today, is it okay to sail at this time?" Song Siyuan asked Xiang Ren Peacock: "Oh, it's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, don't worry, this rain is brought by the water vapor of Dongting Lake, it's good to get out of Yueyang, but we still have to leave in advance, so as not to get drenched in the rain halfway through." "Tianyin is afraid of rain after all, Yue Guanchao and they hurriedly packed up their things and rushed to the dock, the boatman who said good yesterday was already waiting at the dock, saw their figures, and waved to the shore frequently.

Yue Guanchao got on the boat and carefully observed the structure of the starting boat: the longest width in the middle of the plank was about 20 meters, and the front and rear were 30 meters long, and the hull of the boat was like a small boat constantly narrowing and sharpening.

There are three sets of poles on the deck of the ship, one large and two small have been blown apart by the wind, and the three sets of masts are divided, and the widest position in the middle is separated by wooden planks of ten cabins, which are covered with rain grass and tiles, and look like a row

The tiled house of the people in the shape of "field". In order to avoid the rain and water, the tile house specially stretches out a one-meter-long eaves, like a skirt covering all the houses, and supports wooden pillars below to form a corridor around the house.

There is also a passage on the deck that can go down, in which there are a lot of wooden chests and salt, rice and flour, grain and oil, and the sundries behind the ship are mostly fishing utensils, which are bound with linoleum cloth.

"Ouch, you see, we often fish on this boat, and the smell of stinky fish and rotten shrimp can't go down for a while, you can take care of it, it will rain later, you go into the house."

"Let's go this way~" The boatwoman wiped her hands and led them to open the middle room, where the four rooms have been opened up, and they look quite spacious, with simple old wooden furniture such as tables, chairs, benches, etc., as well as a stove, teapot, clothes, teacups and other daily sundries.

"Come, drink tea, drink tea, we boat people take the boat as their home, this place is the living room, from here into the house of the two of us, the other rooms are guest rooms, you don't have to worry about the place to live, just take the boat with peace of mind."