Kam Ha kee

On the night when the moon was clean and the insects were singing, the servants at home were already asleep. I sat alone in the living room waiting for Jing Ping, as in the past countless late nights when he came back from work. And tonight, I have listened to this "Zolo Robe" three times. Just before twelve o 'clock there was a soft noise at the gate. I hurried to greet him, pretending to have just woken up - Jing Ping never let me wait for him, said I was old, can not stand more late night cold. But he knows that for so many years, he has been all I care about. I couldn't sleep until he came back. Under the tipsy lamp, a young man with a long body like jade was closing the heavy carved nanmu door. Hearing my footsteps, he looked up at me and smiled apologetically: "Wei aunt, sorry to make you wait again." "If you had a wife, she would have waited for you. Then Aunt Wei can rest." I love his hard work, but can not help nagging. Alas, as one gets older, one talks more and more. He had to smile grumpily, put his long arm around my shoulder, and tried to push me back to my own room: "Aunt Wei, you go back to bed, don't get cold." I ignored him and went into the kitchen to warm up his midnight snack. I don't want to wake up any servants at this late hour. I sat at the round table, carved with rosewood and plum, two hundred years older than my age, and watched him finish his midnight snack, which he had made to his taste. He stuttered earnestly, and occasionally looked up at me with a gentle smile, as if he were humouring an old lady who had become stubborn with age. The heat of the food smeared his cheeks, washing away some of his tiredness, and his eyes were once again full of their usual brilliance. I went back to the house and lay down, and listened to him go back to his room lightly, and then I closed my eyes and went to sleep. My sister Yingfu and I are both from Suzhou. Twenty-eight years ago, when she and I were recuperating in Switzerland with my ailing husband, we met Jingping's father, Yongzhe, a young man who grew up in Switzerland and did not speak Chinese fluently. Sakura fell in love with him at first sight. Born into a prominent Li family, Yongzhe's family tree can even be traced back to the Tang Dynasty of China. Yongzhe's great-grandfather was the Emperor of Qing Ping, the only emperor of Han with a different surname. Yongzhe's grandfather inherited the title, and because of his knowledge of Western language, he became the Qing Court's ambassador to France. After the end of imperial China, he and his family moved to Geneva, Switzerland. Yongzhe is the only son of two generations of this noble lintel. At the end of the recuperation, my husband and I returned to China, while Ying Fu stayed behind, got married to Yong Zhe, and settled in Geneva. In the third year of their marriage, they had Jing Ping, the only descendant of this ancient family, and when Jing Ping was five years old, they moved back to China and bought the King's House where Yong Zhe's great-grandfather lived and settled down. At that time, there were many repairs to the mansion, and there were many problems between a group of servants brought from Switzerland and the newly hired servants in China. Ying Fu was not in good health, the child was young, and Yong Zhe was not familiar with the Chinese environment, so they turned to me, who was a widow in Suzhou, for help. At their request, I moved in with them and managed our household affairs. Ying Fu can be at ease to raise children, conditioning the body, Yong Zhe can also be quiet painting. This stay has brought us to this day. I never had children of my own. I treat Jing Ping like my own son. Over the past twenty years, I have watched him grow from a delicate-looking child into a slender young man. He inherited the generally broad shoulders and long legs of men in this family, and also inherited his picturesque face as a beautiful mother of Gusu. Sword eyebrows, phoenix eyes, sharp nose and thin lips. Look at him sitting, walking, turning, looking up, between the movement are elegant into the painting, calm and upright. The blood and upbringing of the ancient royal family let him even in ordinary clothes are also pure and noble, and the charm is excellent. He has the attention and affection of everyone in the family. But to everyone, even the roughest servant in the house, he was gentle and gentle. When he was seven years old, his family worshipped his ancestors. Due to the negligence of the servants and handmaids who looked after him at that time, he was greedy for a moment, drank too much of a kind of hot and sour caviar soup, and as a result, he could hardly sit down. For fear that the servant would be blamed, he did not tell his parents, but let me accompany him for nearly two hours in the garden. From an early age, he was precocious, industrious, and highly opinionated than other children his age. He entered the Hopkins School of Medicine at the age of 15 and won the medical award of the year at the age of 23. Now 25 years old, he has founded Asia's largest pharmaceutical company and hospital chain - Kang Ze, has an experimental center named after himself, and has become the youngest lifetime academician of the Swedish Medical School. His career and reputation soared, and the drugs he developed made him as rich as his ancestors. As he grew older and more experienced, his beauty and magnificence gained an even more unhurried elegance. I sometimes wonder why a man who was born in Europe and left China at the age of 15 has such a calm and peaceful ancient style that perhaps some things are passed down in the blood. However, behind that seeming calm and quiet, there is an unmistakable determination, and if necessary, even an unapologetically sharp determination. This personality allowed him to make clear-headed career decisions, seize opportunities from risks, and navigate academic politics and business fame. I was also born in a family, and to the age of half white, has read countless people, but the elegance of the right, can be out of the peace, never seen. Whether it is the family or the newly powerful women are looking forward to his favor, he is also attentive to anyone, advance and retreat. Most women think he is easy to approach, but will be blocked by him without a trace of thousands of miles away. Only I understand that behind the warm smile is what kind of a plain heart. In his heart, there is only the thin shadow of his childhood sweetheart. And thin shadow, has been dead for six years. Thin film's mother Jin Hui is me and Ying Fu in Suzhou childhood, and we are very close thick, is also a beautiful woman from everyone. At that time, despite her parents' opposition, she resolutely eloped with a poor middle school teacher, and therefore broke off relations with her mother's family. After their marriage, Cheng Bi and thin film two sisters were born, although life is bitter, but also calm and happy, until their couple died due to a car accident. At that time, Jin Hui's parents had both passed away, and the two sisters were given to Jin Hui's only brother. But his brother and sister-in-law because of the fear of the family property being divided, the two children are disgusted, often cold words, life is also ignored. Ying Fu and I had two poor children who were lonely, so we took them home and adopted them as Yong Zhe and Ying Fu's daughters. Thin film is only two months smaller than Jing Ping, and into Bi than the two of them seven years old. So thin film became Jing Ping sister and playmate. I saw the two of them no guess, love, then thought that would be happy, a couple, but which know thin shadow 19 years old but because of blood cancer died. From then on, Jing Ping on the side of the woman regardless, only focus on the cause. Ever since he was a boy, I have known him to be a man of love. But he never thought that this love would trip him for so long. He lost his mother when he was twenty, and his father died when he was twenty-four. I've been with him ever since. In addition to his work, his engagements, and his travels around the world, he spent the meagre amount of time with me in this deep old courtyard, and read the endless rooms of books handed down from his ancestors. He loves to walk in this huge courtyard, and his favorite place is the lotus pond in Yiyuan in the east. Every time I couldn't find him, I would look for him there. Once he braved the early autumn breeze and dew and sat in front of a lotus pond all night. I was found, so the pain of the heart, the first time with him temper: "there is more than one thin shadow in the world!" Why should you keep everyone away from you and let yourself suffer?" He quietly turned back, the morning lotus water vapor wet his hair, but washed his two phoenix eyes very clear. He looked at me and said one word at a time: "The sea of water, the mountain of clouds."