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Xu Xiaohan said, "Ayanqing, my father has never seen you, but he knows your phone number by heart."

Her classmate Duan Lingqing asked in surprise, "What?"

Little Han said, "My father has a terrible memory, but he is an exception to phone numbers.

I sometimes don't bother to write down my friends' numbers, so I say, Dad, register me. He went over it in his head and made a note."

Everyone laughed in unison. Xiao Han sat high on a concrete railing in the roof garden of the White House apartment, five girls huddled beneath her, one smaller on her lap, the rest leaning against the railing. It was a night in the middle of summer, a bright sky without stars or the moon. Xiao Han was wearing a peacock blue shirt and white pants. The peacock blue shirt disappeared into the peacock blue night, and she could only see her pale and exquisite face. She was not very tall, but her legs were quite long, and hanging down from the banister, they looked particularly long. She leaned back with her hands behind her back. Her face was that of a mythical child, with a plump cheek and a pointed chin. Very, very long black eyes, the corners of which pick upward. A short straight nose. Thin red lips, slightly drooping, have a strange unsettling beauty.

She sat on the bar as if she were alone. Behind him was an empty, turquoise sky, not a speck of blue -- there was something, settled down, dark, shiny, smoky, and noisy -- Shanghai. There is nothing but heaven and Shanghai and minor Cold. No, Heaven and Minor Cold and Shanghai, because Minor Cold sits in a position between heaven and Shanghai. She put her hands behind her back and pressed them against the rough cement. After a long time, she felt pain. She sat up straight and rubbed her palms together, smiling and saying, "My father keeps saying that he doesn't like Shanghai and wants to move to the countryside."

"Isn't that convenient for his career?" asked one.

Minor Cold Road: "When I say the countryside, it is only around the bay of Longhua River. My father's been saying that since we moved into this apartment, seven or eight years now."

Another student commented, "This is a nice house."

Little Han said, "My father has put a lot of effort into our rooms. I don't know how many arguments I've had with the landlord about opening another door in the drawing-room! '

The students said, "Why do you want to add a door?"

Little Cold smiled: "My father other superstition is not, for Yangzhai feng shui down a little research."

A classmate said, "Older people..."

Xiao Han cut off her words and said, "My father is not very old. He is not yet forty."

The students said, "You are twenty years old today... Your father and your mother must have been married very young?"

Little Cold turned to look at the sky and nodded slightly. The Xu family lived on the top floor of the apartment, right under the roof garden. From the balcony below someone called up: "Here for you, miss! You come down!" Little Cold agreed, jumped off the railing and pedaled downstairs.

One of her classmates, seeing that she was far away, asked quietly: "I only heard that her father is long and her father is short. What about her mother? Are you still alive?"

The other answered, "Alive."

"Is it her own mother?" asked the other.

This one answered, "Her own mother."

The other asked, "Have you seen her mother?"

"No," said this one. "I often come, but her mother doesn't seem to like visitors very much..."

Another said, "I have seen it once."

The crowd asked: "What kind of a person?"

The other one said, "Not so much, fat."

While they were chirping, Little Cold shouted from the balcony below, "Come down and eat ice cream! In my own house!"

While laughing, they grabbed the leftover fruit shells and threw them at her. Little Cold bent down to hide and cursed, "You are trying to kill yourself!" They all giggled and filed downstairs, where a servant was waiting with the door open. In the guest room, because it was summer, the main colors were cool lemon yellow and pearl gray. There was not much mahogany Western-style furniture, but the walls were dotted with celebrity paintings. In the light, we can see Xiao Han's classmates clearly, wearing glasses with gold feet, a purple begonia face, lips dyed orange is a Nanyang miss Kwong Caizhu. A tall and white man, dressed in a cheongsam of cherry and red duck skin, was Duan Lingqing. The other three are three sisters, daughters of Minister Yu, Poland, Finland, Milan. Poland has a large face of dough. Zhu Kou Dai eyebrow, but are crowded together, cramped place is too cramped, empty place and space. Milan had the same features as their sister, but with a smaller face and plate, she was much prettier.

When Milan stepped into the guest room, he was seized by Xiao Han and said, "You must have done it!

What's the matter with you, girl?" Milan was confused. Xiao Han grabbed one of her hands and dragged her to the balcony. Pointing to a crumbled bayberry on the ground, he said, "There is no one else except you! Fruit peel walnut shell fall does not count, simply throw this thing look at my head! Fortunately, I have not soiled my clothes, or watch your skin!"

The crowd followed and helped Milan cry foul. Ayanqing said, "There are some other Russian children on the roof garden. I think they saw us throwing fruit peels and joined in the trouble." Minor Cold called someone to sweep the floor. Beads smile: "make a long time, the shadow of ice cream did not see."

Little Cold said: "Fine you, don't give you to eat."

Just then, the maid came in with a silver tray, and each took some ice cream, eating and laughing. The girls gathered in a group and talked about food, drink, movies, theater and boyfriends. Poland held Ayanqing in place with a small silver spoon dyed with rouge. "I know someone who has a special affection for Ayanqing," she said to the crowd with a smile.