In the Bowl

 In the Bowl
Shanghai Jing'an Temple area, there are a rich red of the old house, seven, located in the middle of the surrounding forest of neon buildings, somewhat anachronistic in solitude. This is the Changde apartment, sixty years ago , Zhang place to live.
waterfront Republic of China Zhang Ailing is spent according to people. she described the world, at that particular time Dihuai filled with bits and pieces in the street gossip gossip. forties island in Shanghai, full of Squire refuge, breeding ground of the high officials, diplomatic envoys, kite flying and brutal days of careerists, the Court after the river still sing the flowers of the public, surging desire and struggle to come together to form an undercurrent, Zhang Changde quietly from the apartment Looking out the sixth floor: London plane trees under the tree, jingle slowly passing tram chaos ring, crowded streets, there are people face laugh, some people full of sorrow, and more people know what to do to take it lightly, not the number of hidden bustling center clear story.
Perhaps only for sake of such a pair of distressed men and women, white fringed smiling kicked the mosquito coils under the table to mm wet halo, like a cloud Xuan letterhead, tear down, old and confused. old memories of thirty years ago, the moon is a joy, than the moon in front of a large, round, white; but across the thirty In looking back at the hard way, even the best can not avoid a little sad moonlight. ; Shijun see the last few words, as if he spoke like she was facing. across the long years, you can also hear her voice. He thought: ; the day of the sixth floor apartment. this period, Zhang Ailing's another identity, is the wife of Hulan Cheng. For Hulan Cheng, holds many lessons for the evaluation of depreciation greater than the praise, blame is he behind the times as the Wang Jingwei puppet lackeys, Nie Yuan owed much heartless romantic . But his If Chang who is also reduced to one horizon, Eileen Chang's character gathered a lot of contradiction: She is a hedonist, but also a tragic sense of life is full of people; she is the door (who is a grandfather, an important official Li Qing ), they've always claimed to be a self-reliant citizen; her article, smart sophisticated ramble, but life and people has always maintained a certain distance; she does not close easily with others, and once they accept it appreciate, dead set . God-given talent peerless Eileen Chang, gifted writer, but also makes her interpersonal skills, housekeeping, etc. relative to the shortcomings of her husband. When she met when Hulan Cheng, Hu has been married three times, and large she was fifteen years old. by a person moved, wishful thinking, sometimes does not need to know, either is the essence of love.
Hu Zhangcheng wedding day, their marriage certificate reads: stable. Publicity Minister flee Shanghai, Wuhan, first fled, then breeding ground in Wenzhou, Zhejiang, and even food and clothing off, and often rely on royalties to send alms Zhang. Mr. Hu went so far did not forget to pull their punches back and forth on the way: 46 years of spring, in Wuhan Hanyang Hospital, Good Times, naive little nurse Zhou Germany; autumn wind blows, the country and with the widow to Wenzhou Fan beautiful Buqingbubai. Zhang Wenzhou asked him catch up and small-week thing, this person has publicly with the range of beautiful time living together. That winter, the streets filled with alleys such as death and then fast. previously often asked him to her publications, and some closed, some fear cultural traitors Zhanre charges, did not dare again she asked him in June .1947, Zhang left the apartment six Changde 51 rooms and Hu Lancheng, a legend to this marriage Yao Yao.
Shanghai, a group of patriotic young people prone to assassinate Mr. Puppet spy chief, sent a beautiful woman Wang Zhi implementation of the because the other side in the gentle eyes of fleeting look of pity was moved, that Village assassination, and the people, every detail is so real with his right, tranquil and cruel white, cold and warmth coexist, and this is the so-called language, wrote: br> years as a knife, was happy to be able to from the dust bloom's heart, the sea looking back, has long been crying over spilled milk.