The silver ring in the egg

At 1:53 a.m., the phone rang. Zhen Hui is suffering from insomnia these days. Alas, if only he were here. Pick up the receiver at once. The other end asked, "Asleep?"

"No. Wait for your reply."

"Don't wait --"

"Speak up. Are you sick? It's so vague and lifeless."

"Well. A cold."

"What do you mean 'don't wait'?"

"I can't answer you now. The wind is blowing, watch the door --"

Then the doorbell rang.

"Wait a minute." Zhen Hui had no time to put on her slippers and jumped barefoot to the door. Thought he was trying to surprise her. From the security door, a look, is a good friend night visit. My clothes are wet. The cold wind penetrated.

"Hey, is Lele you?"

He said to the phone, "Someone is here. Talk to you later. I'll call you."

The other end had evidently heard her greeting. Impatient: "Listen to me, don't --"

But Zhen Hui busy line. Because she saw Pan Lele, she didn't have to ask anything.

Her face was black and her nose was swollen, and the corners of her eyes were black. Some blood marks on the hands and feet. The rain was heavy, and her soggy white clothes highlighted her suffering.

Zhen Hui knew she had been beaten.

"He hit you again."

There were pinched finger marks on Pan Lele's neck, mixed with red, green and black. She came in calmly and slowly.

"Cheng Lu has gone too far!" Zhen Hui told her to lie down on the sofa: "Only you can tolerate him."

Again:

"How long are you going to put up with it? Your friends don't like it, and they won't help you. I'm not proud."

"I'm glad I have you." She smiled wryly. "I came to ask you to borrow an egg."

While Pan Lele was wiping her hair and wine, the egg was also cooked. Zhen Hui peeled the shell and was about to wrap it with a handkerchief when Pan Lele said, "Wait a minute --"

It was around 1969 or 1970, a few years after the Cultural Revolution. He was forced to pull off his silver ring by the squad, and his fingers seemed swollen. She broke the egg, slipped the ring in, and squeezed it again. The egg white has an invisible crack.

Zhen Hui wrapped the egg in the bruised part of her eye corner, rolled around and gently massaged it. Sensitive eyes can not rub medicine wine, had to use this ancient method to disperse silt.

"Is it hot?"

"It's not hot." She said, "I'll do it myself. Push harder. It'll heal faster. -- I hope to be restored as soon as possible. It's ugly. People will laugh."

"I'm afraid strangers will ask me," Pan stressed.

"Are you going out?"

She didn't answer.

Zhen Hui took advantage of this gap, back to the room to call her boyfriend. Looks like we're gonna have to pay for this night.

But after a dozen rings, no one answered. I wonder where he could have been when he had just fought freely and at ease, and it was raining heavily.

Call it again. Twenty times, but still no one answered. Pan Lele from the hall suddenly called out to her. She went out in doubt. We can't leave this intruder behind.

"It's really over. I'm never going back. Never with him again!" "Do you think I'm doing the right thing?" she asked.

Zhen Hui didn't know what to say.

They met Cheng Lu on the same day. -- Exactly the same second.

Five years ago, they were design classmates. That day, there was a visiting artist who took oil painting lessons for a month. Cheng Lu, a native of Weifang, Shandong Province, emigrated to Hong Kong in the early 1980s. He has talent, not fame or fortune. Wear black.

"I'm not very 'old'," he introduced himself dully. "My name is Lu, which means Shandong Province. -- Do you know Wei-Fang? It is a less developed, you don't look at the small city, but the famous' kite city '. Every April 1st, we have a kite festival."

He coolly taught everyone to appreciate kites: goldfish, butterflies, vultures, crabs, fat and thin sand martins. The longest centipede, like a necklace in the sky: the smallest, is a blue bird in the palm.

Someone asked him if he had ever made a kite? I did. In elementary school. Do it for fun. It's a black kite. He said: "Floating in the white, black is the most beautiful. On sunny days, dark clouds are his concern."

Long slapped his face several times. Later write review account. Originally primary school students also have to write a review.

The design project is due in three weeks.

There were about three or four girls in the class, and they all had feelings for him.

We know he lives in a small village house on Lamma Island.

Zhen Hui said to Pan Lele:

"I wonder if he has a girlfriend?

Pan Lele smiled:

"He went to primary school in '69. You calculate that he is thirty or forty years old. A lot of wives and kids."

"No, the boy came to his house and said it was a mess -- no woman would clean it up. Besides, he likes to draw naked crying women --"

"Zhen Hui, you have a father-lover."

"I'm going to buy a pair of sexy Vertigo mile-bra panties --"

"Well, who in Hong Kong would want to be with a poor, old-fashioned, black-tongued, perverted artist?"

Pan Lele is very sinister and does not mean what she says.

She sneaked off to Lamma Island. None of her classmates, including her good friend Zhen Hui, knew that she had become Cheng Lu's kite.

Kites have hard wings, soft wings, hard beat, soft beat -- the classification is very fine. Pan Lele, hum! It's got to be a stereoscopic movie.

Until one day, Pan Lele showed her the photo. Are some of Lamma Island's strange rocks: inscriptions, finger stones, orangutan heads, robot stones, bitter face stone -. She stood under the stone of Bitter faces and laughed. She said:

"Cheng Lu handheld, how good the photography technology! Even a stone can cry --"

Zhen Hui hated her at that time. And hated myself --.

Just then, the phone rang furiously, more rapidly than usual. She ran to the extension in her room.

"When I called you, there was no answer --"

'Listen carefully! The other side ordered her every word: "Send Pan Lele away at once! - at once!"

"What the hell are you doing? Cheng Lu, "Zhen Hui lower voice:" not promise me a peaceful showdown? I'm even more sorry for what I did to her --"

"It's night, you -- at once -- send Pan Le Le away!" Cheng Lu also lowered his voice: "Lock the door well -"

"Cut! Someone in the hall cut off the phone. It purr-purr-purr.

Zhen Hui went out into the hall and looked at Pan Lele coldly:

"Why are you eavesdropping on my phone?"

She was not angry at all:

"You stole my man -- what did it matter if I overheard a phone call?"

Zhen Hui was speechless.

But she was not reconciled. She said:

"When --"

Seeing Pan Lele, she had suffered a lot over the years. Did she fall in love with him first? Or her? It's hard to put your finger on it. Although everything comes before it comes. For the sake of her own happiness, Pan Lele got there first. In the sea of love, where is the "foreword"?

Zhen Hui regretted giving her "tips" at the beginning, which contributed to her boldness.

The end of the meaning is hard to smooth.

After graduation, the two remained good friends. Zhen Hui works in the art department of an advertising company, Pan Lele becomes Cheng Lu's assistant, if he has a solo exhibition, joint exhibition, she will be busy. -- She doesn't have a secure day job because he moonlights as a spy.

"I'm afraid the string of the kite is broken. Or that you might fall in love with another kite."

Cheng Lu did not cherish the girl who came to him.

When he gets drunk, he kicks and punches. -- But there are many bad days.

"Are you a masochist?" When Zhen Hui rebuked her like this, there was a chill in her heart