Near the bustling Kowloon Station stands the most luxurious and famous Peninsula Hotel in Hong Kong.
There are still two days until the weekend flight.
At noon the next day after Meng Lanting checked into the hotel, Feng Lingmei arrived in Hong Kong, and the two met in the hotel.
In Meng Lanting's impression, Feng Lingmei has always been quick and capable.
No matter what her mood is, she can always cover up her emotions with the most appropriate smile, leaving others with an elegant and proud back.
But today's Feng Lingmei, perhaps because of her bumpy journey, or perhaps for some other reason.
Although she has exquisite make-up and is dressed in beautiful clothes, her face clearly shows signs of fatigue that cannot be concealed by pink makeup, and Meng Lanting We had lunch together, had a few bites of food, and then apologized to Meng Lanting, saying that he was a little tired and wanted to go back to his room to rest, so he couldn't accompany her anymore.
Her room is next to Meng Lanting's.
Meng Lanting watched her enter the door, stood in the corridor for a moment, and then slowly returned to his room.
Hong Kong newspapers, both Chinese and English, are reporting extensively on the Sino-Japanese war that has just broken out in the mainland.
The room attendant followed Meng Lanting's instructions and delivered several daily newspapers to her room early.
When Feng Lingmei didn't come, Meng Lanting read the newspaper and turned on the radio all day long until late at night when the radio broadcast ended.
The next day, Feng Lingmei still stayed in the room and did not show much face.
Meng Lanting noticed that the newspaper given to her by the guest room was always inserted at the door.
She never took it.
The next day was the day the plane took off.
Meng Lanting sat in front of the window, looking at the boxes on the floor of the room.
When he was lost in thought, the phone rang.
The plainclothes man told him that due to some sudden changes in the flight plan, tomorrow's flight was delayed and would be postponed to three days.
He asked her to continue waiting in the hotel, and at the same time, please tell Miss Eight.
After answering the phone, Meng Lanting went out and knocked on Feng Lingmei's door.
She seemed to have just woken up from sleep, her eyes were a little swollen.
After hearing the news that the flight was delayed, she was stunned for a moment, then a smile slowly appeared on her face, she nodded and said she understood.
Due to the impact of the war in Shanghai, the number of people coming to Hong Kong increased sharply, and the Peninsula Hotel was almost overcrowded.
Of course, the people staying here are all wealthy people or people from the upper class.
Every time they eat, the restaurant is full of people, and everyone is talking about the war that is happening.
Meng Lanting did not disturb Feng Lingmei who was alone and did not go out.
Even the meals were eaten in his own room.
For the next three days, she still spent the next three days reading newspapers and listening to the radio from morning to night.
On the last dusk before the plane took off, Meng Lanting and Feng Lingmei sat in the hotel's outdoor restaurant.
Not far across the way, the station's big spire-like clock that resembled Big Ben struck seven times unhurriedly.
After the bell, the buzzing and trembling sound seemed to linger in the ears for a long time. .
Wu Jin fell into Victoria Harbor, and another night came.
Although everyone gnashed their teeth when mentioning the Japanese invaders, this did not prevent the sound of cheerful dance music, laughter and laughter from the Rose Hall on the sixth floor of the hotel, drifting into the ears with the wind.
Perhaps, the more the war gets worse, the more worthy of carnival and celebration is this kind of singing and dancing that no one else has, but only one is lucky enough to catch in his hands.
On the white round table in the open-air restaurant, there are several open newspapers.
It has only been a week since the war started, and there are all reports that the battle is difficult and the casualties are heavy.
The coffee has already cooled down.
Meng Lanting and Feng Lingmei were speechless, neither of them said a word.
Meng Lanting suddenly remembered the little nurse he had met at He Fangze's place that day.
He hesitated for a moment, but finally said nothing.
There are fewer and fewer people around.
The big bell rang again.
Feng Lingmei seemed to be suddenly awakened from some meditation.
She turned her face and said vaguely: "Ah, I have to leave tomorrow, so I should go and rest early."
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Meng Lanting said: "Yes, it's good to have a rest."
After the two of them finished speaking, they fell into silence again.
Feng Lingmei slowly picked up the coffee in front of her, took a sip, put it down, and said, "Then sit down, I'll go back to the room to sleep first.
See you tomorrow morning."
She smiled at Meng Lanting, stood up, turned around, and walked in.
Her high heels stepped on the water-polished marble floor inlaid with beautiful peacock feather patterns, making a crisp sound of footsteps.
The footsteps gradually faded away.
Meng Lanting watched her back disappear, turned his head, and continued to look at the big clock not far away, with a top outline outlined by the night.
The minute hand moved forward step by step, and finally jumped to the preset position.
The clockwork made a slight "click" sound.
The rich and solemn bell rang again.
"Ms.
Meng, can I sit down?"
In the lingering sound of the bell, Meng Lanting heard a voice talking to him from behind.
The sound was sweet and beautiful, like an oriole emerging from the valley.
And, it seems familiar.
Meng Lanting turned around and saw Miss Zhong standing behind him.
She wore a purple cheongsam with a high collar that supported her slender and graceful neck.
The robe was tight and sleeveless, and the two voluptuous arms were illuminated by the lights coming from behind.
There was a cigarette elegantly held between the two thin fingers painted with red nail polish.
He looked as if he had just come out of a dance party.
"I came to Hong Kong yesterday.
I just passed by here and saw your back.
I thought it looked a bit like you, so I came over to take a look.
I didn't expect that it was really you.
What a coincidence."
Without waiting for Meng Lanting's permission, she sat on Feng Lingmei's seat just now, leaned back slightly, and looked at Meng Lanting.
Meng Lanting nodded: "The scenery here is not bad.
Miss Zhong, please help yourself.
I'm going back to the room."
When she was about to get up and leave, she heard Miss Zhong say: "Ms.
Meng, on the night when the Japanese bombarded Zhabei, Mr.
Jiu was probably not at home, you know right?"
Meng Lanting slowly turned his face and looked at her.
Miss Zhong took a puff of cigarette and blew out a string of beautiful smoke rings.
"Little Master Jiu is fighting with the Japanese right now.
I know it's not appropriate to say this in front of you at this time."
"That night, I was with him in the room of Jinjiang Hotel."
She paused.
"I forgot to tell you that he had booked a long-term apartment there for me before, but he hadn't canceled it yet."
"I know you probably don't like hearing this, but after thinking about it, I still feel it's necessary to let Miss Meng know.
I feel better."
"Little Master Jiu is naturally very charming, but being a husband is still a bit of a headache.
You guys have only been married for a few months now."
She smiled and stared at Meng Lanting.
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Meng Lanting looked at her for a moment.
"Miss Zhong, please call me Mrs.
Feng, or Mrs.
Feng."
"I'm a little confused.
You know that Ke Zhi is my husband, but you are so negligent in addressing me.
Is it ignorance or ulterior motives?"
Miss Zhong paused.
Meng Lanting smiled.
"I could have ignored such a rude beginning.
But in view of your concern, I still reply to you.
Before you, there seems to be Miss Lin and Miss Fang.
I can't remember it, and I can't.
Must remember.”
"I don't know what you mean about sharing a hotel room with him.
When he came back that night, he really didn't tell me that he was drunk and met a Miss Zhong."
"All I know is that he eventually came home."
"Miss Zhong, to be honest, to me, you are no different from those Miss Lin and Miss Fang."
"In other words, you are even less self-aware than them, and you dare to come in front of me and say such things to me.
I don't know what you expect to see from me.
No matter what it is, I'm afraid it will only disappoint you."
The smile on Miss Zhong's face gradually froze.
Meng Lanting smiled slightly.
"Ms.
Zhong, don't take yourself too seriously.
Now that you're in Hong Kong, continue to sing your songs well."
"By the way, your singing is really good, and I quite like listening to it.
When you release a new record next time, I might ask Kezhi to buy one."
Meng Lanting stood up, left the cigarette between her fingers, and Miss Zhong, who froze, turned and left the open-air restaurant.
She returned to her room, locked the door, and did not turn on the light.
She took off her high heels, clenched her hands tightly, and began to pace back and forth in the dark room, breathing heavily and adjusting her emotions.
At midnight, she finally got into bed and closed her eyes.
It's getting brighter.
At the agreed eight o'clock, the plainclothes man who picked her up came knocking on the door.
Meng Lanting opened the door to the room and said, "Sorry, I won't take the flight today.
Please just pick up the eighth sister and take her to the airport."
The plainclothes man looked stunned.
The two looked at each other and hesitated for a moment.
One of them said, "Madam, we were just about to ask Madam.
Miss Eighth is not in the room.
The door is unlocked and there is no one inside."
Meng Lanting was stunned, then hurriedly walked over and pushed open the ajar door next door.
The room was silent.
The curtains were open, and a ray of sunlight shone in from the window.
In the beam, dust was floating.
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Feng Lingmei was nowhere to be seen in the bedroom, bathroom, or terrace.
Her box was also missing.
Meng Lanting hurried downstairs, arrived at the front desk, and asked Feng Lingmei's whereabouts.
The blond lobby manager hurriedly came over and said that Miss Feng Ba had left the hotel early this morning.
After saying that, he handed over another letter.
"This is what Miss Eight asked me to pass on to you, madam."
Meng Lanting took it and pulled out a piece of paper.
On the hotel letter paper sprinkled with perfume, a series of words were written messily with the pencil in the room.
The handwriting was scrawled.
The main message was that she had changed her mind and did not want to go abroad.
She would take the earliest ship back this morning and let Meng Lan Ting doesn't need to worry about her, just get on the plane by herself.
Meng Lanting held the letter and read it several times, falling into deep thought.
"Mrs.
Feng, are you okay?"
the manager asked with concern.
Meng Lanting put away the paper, raised his gaze, and slowly shook his head.
"It's okay.
Thank you, sir.
I still have something to do, and I will probably continue to stay here for a few days."
"It's an honor.
I'm willing to serve you."
The manager bowed slightly and smiled broadly. gd1806102: