Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

I was in a daze, as if playing black and white movies in my brain.

The one projected on the screen is another one.

I entered my fingerprints as instructed in the instructions, and I came back to sit down and stared at her, before suddenly returning to reality as if it had been a long time ago.

I opened my mouth: "Do you want the key to my apartment?"

"Oh! No. You don't need to do that." Miss Pande raised her hand, "I just hope to provide you with some convenience, such as I'm busy or haven't got off work yet, so you can go in. If you want to come over, just As usual, if you say hello in advance, I will feel very considerate."

"Of course. Thank you for considering this for me." I looked at her again.

Miss Pan De suddenly approached, holding my face in both hands: "Don't think so much."

I try to be careful when I speak and try not to bite my cheeks: "Okay."

"When will you start tomorrow morning?"

"Nine-thirty." I slowly said, "It's just a short meeting. I'll be fine for the whole day."

"Very good." She smiled meaningfully, "because we need to talk."

I looked at her.

She laughed so beautifully, and only me in her eyes, as if the whole world was covered by the two of us alone. I pressed my tongue against the palm of Miss Pan De's hand on my cheek. Seeing that she hadn't let go, I said, "I'm very willing."

"Good boy." She squeezed me.

Two glasses of water and a water bottle filled with mineral water were placed in front of us. Miss Pende just got up and went to the kitchen to get it. She was obviously ready to have a long conversation all night.

However, those who are well prepared did not take the initiative to ask questions. She just looked at me as if she wouldn't be bored at all. I have been patient and silent, and finally Miss Pande can't help it: "Don't you have anything you want to ask me?"

But I will not misunderstand her gentleness.

"have."

She lifted her shoulders: "I am very open tonight. Ask."

what?

I should have a lot of questions to ask her, but when the book of answers lies in front of me, my fingers cannot bend forward and can't move freely.

Am I not willing? No, of course not.

She is like a mystery living next to me. There are so many parts that belong to her that are completely unknown, and the trajectories of her and me are like winding curves, exploring the east and west of the world, circling, and accidentally intersecting, and finally ushering in a moment of entanglement. .

How could I not be curious about her?

But as Miss Pan De pointed out keenly earlier, I cannot answer and guess what made her, what changed her, and in what environment she shaped herself.

I should understand.

But where do you start?

I pondered, and there was a short pause between each sentence: "Well, I didn’t check it on purpose, and I also noticed that you rarely entertain guests at home, uh, maybe, maybe it’s your HR Speaking out? This kind of behavior is really unprofessional. By the way, I never thought I could know your address from other places... Anyway, one day I happened to know this house by accident, uh, Approximate price...Of course I don’t mean it’s for us-uh, no, for me to find out what you have..."

Miss Pan De took a breath. My original fragmented expression stopped because of this.

She looked at me: "Yao, what do you want to say?"

I confided: "——Are you rich?"

She looked at me for a moment, laughed, and nodded: "Yes."

"Okay." I curled up my legs obediently and sat with my knees on the sofa, "I don't care, it's okay."

"Well, but you don't seem to be very'indifferent'." She drew two circles near my knee with her index finger. "The way you sit down is like you took an F or something at the end of the term."

I'm serious: "I have never got a grade other than A+."

"I believe you."

"I mean it." I folded my arms and lowered my legs. "I have never done art or music."

She squinted her eyes: "What do you mean by ‘even if’?"

"Judging from the scores, they are obviously not the most important secondary school subjects, if you understand what I mean." I said, "At least when I was in school. Our situation is similar to that of Singapore and we attach great importance to written results. And the dimension of this emphasis will be even more single.

"I know that children who perform well in sports are particularly popular in Singapore. This is a good thing. Of course, it is a diversified performance, or it should be attributed to the special cultural environment, depending on how you look at it. You know Singapore’s fear of losing "Culture can be expressed in many places, and for students, this term is really scary."

"It sounds painful, at least for some children." Miss Pan De added, "Because the single value orientation of society can easily lead to depression."

"I may not be qualified to discuss this kind of pain." I touched my neck with one hand. "Because I have never taken the college entrance examination. You know, candidates usually stay in the school organization when there are 100 days before the college entrance examination. Participate in the swearing ceremony, followed by repeated exams, exercises, exams, and practice...Of course, Japan and South Korea are the same, haha, it’s a bit like a regional curse."

Miss Pande listened carefully and said: "India also has this problem, and India also attaches more importance to science and engineering." She slowed down again, "Of course I may not have any insights about the entire education system..."

I moved my eyebrows: "You have been to international school since kindergarten?"

"I'm not..." She was silent for a while, "I didn't go to preschool. Well, I mean, there were indeed some teachers who taught me at home..."

Ask "some" tutors for preschool children...

I rubbed my nose with my index finger, trying not to sigh.

Miss Pan De sighed and looked at me helplessly: "This story is very long."

I sat up a little bit and cleared my throat: "I'm ready."

She was amused by me for a moment, her eyelashes drooping, and she was quiet again. I sensed her emotions, moved over, and held her in my arms.

"Well, the first thing I know about myself since I can remember," she paused briefly, her tone of voice calm, "I'm not pure enough."

My hands tightened.

She laughed again, but her head was still down, not looking at me. Leaning her head, Miss Pende’s long hair occasionally rubbed against the inside of my arm, and she went on to say, “As you already know, I am a mixed race, with half of Aryan’s blood on my body, and the other half. From a Slav. I think you have heard of what caste is?"

I nodded: "I know that this system was abolished very early on the legal level, but it still has a great impact on people culturally."

"It's not just cultural." She looked at me for the first time since she started this topic. "A cousin of mine is still unwilling to accept the visit of the chief minister of our state. Because first of all, as you may know, Indian politicians Usually from those more neutral castes, and Mr. Rubeni has been working to solve the problem of cross-caste marriage inconvenience. His daughter also married a'Mishra'. That is a Brahmin surname."

I nodded: "Can I ask why they need to meet? Because your family is very rich, and that Rubeny wants some kind of support?"

"It has nothing to do with money." Miss Pan De said, "As mentioned before, we are considered a small and famous family in the local area."

I was thoughtful: "Why doesn't he want to see him? Because..."

I am a little hesitant to say "not pure enough". Even when discussing other people's affairs, I can't describe a person so grandly.

"Because my cousin thinks he is'pure'. In order to maintain this kind of'pure', he can't follow..." Miss Pan De's hands drew circles in a panic, and she didn't find a suitable word for a long time." They can't get in touch, at least in the heart of that cousin—well, because he is a kind of clergy."

I pursed my mouth: "A Brahmin."

"Yes." Miss Pan De nodded, her tone was not without irony, "A Brahmin who is extremely proud of his purity."

"I still don't quite understand. The chief minister is the local leader, whether it is for the sake of the community or for the protection of personal interests, why would your cousin reject meeting such a person? Just because their caste is not Belong to the same class?"

Miss Pan De let out a long sigh of relief: "Yes."

My heart throbbed. Her cousin does this to an outsider who can bring benefits, if the whole environment is like him, and Miss Pan De is still in this environment...

The thorns of some ugly species in the crowd always grow towards the inside.

"I will not say that the situation of'Rubani' is the worst. They are actually Jainbania. They have been doing business in Gujarat for generations, and some people have participated in the banking industry during the rising stage. You can Imagine how rich they are." Miss Pande shrugged, "Wealth can change people's views of a group to a considerable extent."

I shook my head: "At least it hasn't changed your cousin's opinion."

She suddenly laughed: "Yeah! You are right. When I was young, I always focused on my lack of purity—"

I raised my hand to interrupt her: "Sonia. I hope you stop describing yourself like that."

Miss Pan De was slightly startled and looked at me.

"I don't know which **** said about you like that-I don't care, but he or she, or their group of bastards, speaks outright bastards." I looked straight into her eyes, "Yes, This world is terrible, and some lives are highly anticipated when they come into this world, and some are not. But everyone, everyone—when they just came, are equal and innocent.

"You know that I don’t believe in the original sin. What you noble and my noble is just the skin of a ruler. Our choices in adversity, our courage in the face of challenges, are located at the peak or trough. With every step you take, these determine who you are and who you can become; not the **** of which Chauvin pig puts it. Do you hear clearly?"

I wiped away her tears.

Miss Pan De laughed: "I heard you swear for the first time."

I stroked her cheek: "It seems you can hear it very clearly."