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大量采用木质构件，“致远”舰“舱中隔壁，均为木造，施以油漆，粉饰外观”，很快火灾就一发不可收拾。火魔在“致远”舰内四散蔓延，汇成了一片片烈焰滚滚。本来就在先前的炮战中不断中弹，舰体已经严重右倾的“致远”，到了她生命的最危险的时刻，这只诞生于英伦三岛的美丽天鹅，已然成了浴火的凤凰。
　　军舰舱内，管带邓士昌、大副翁守瑜组织水兵奋力与大火进行搏斗。舰首主炮位上，不顾笼罩四周的黄色有毒烟雾，副炮弁李镜堂在指挥水兵们用火炮不屈不挠地向日本军舰还击。
　　位于军舰舰底的轮机舱里，此刻更是早已成了人间炼狱，为了防止火灾进入机舱，通往上层甲板的所有通道口都已封闭，炎热炙烤着这里的每一名官兵。已经对生还不抱任何希望的轮机兵们，在总管轮黎星桥、大管轮邱庆鸿、二管轮叶羲龚带领下，努力地往锅炉内一锹锹填煤，完成自己最后的工作，尽管“致远”舰的舵机系统已经在大火中彻底毁坏。
　　这艘2300吨的中型巡洋舰变成了一个巨大的火球，日本联合舰队第一本队已经前出，松岛号11门120mm40倍径的速射炮对准了奄奄一息的致远……。
　　舰长尾本知道看了一眼司令官，赞叹的说：“致远舰真是勇猛！”
　　伊东佑亨也点了点头：“致远舰的表现让我想起了三国时代的许褚，舰长阁下，面对这样值得尊敬的对手，我们是不是应该表示出一些敬意呢？”

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No, reprobate! you are a castaway--be off, or I'll hurt you seriously! I'll have you all modelled in wax and clay; and the first who passes the limits I fix, shall--I'll not say what he shall be done to--but, you'll see! Go, I'm looking at you!'
The little witch put a mock malignity into her beautiful eyes, and Joseph, trembling with sincere horror, hurried out praying and ejaculating `wicked' as he went. I thought her conduct must be prompted by a species of dreary fun; and, now that we were alone, I endeavoured to interest her in my distress.
`Mrs Heathcliff,' I said earnestly, `you must excuse me for troubling you. I presume, because, with that face, I'm sure you cannot help being good-hearted. Do point out some landmarks by which I may know my way home: I have no more idea how to get there than you would have how to get to London!'
`Take the road you came,' she answered, ensconcing herself in a chair, with a candle, and the long book open before her. `It is brief advice, but as sound as I can give.'

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"Then perhaps I can talk to you for a few minutes if your mistress willnot object.It is about your aunt，Mrs Ascher." "The mistress is out，sir.Shen wouldn't mind，I'm sure，if you came inhere." She opened the door of a small morning-room.We entered and Poirot，seating himself on a chair by the window，looked up keenly into the girl'sface. "You have heard of your aunt's death，of course?" The girl nodded，tears coming once more into her eyes. "This morning，sir.The police came over.Oh! It's terrible!Poor auntie!Such a hard life as she'd had，
too.And nowthis-it's too awful." "The police did not suggest your returning to Andover?" "They said I must come to the inquest-that's on Monday，sir.But I'venowhere to go there-I couldn't fancy being over the shop-now-and what withthe housemaid being away，I didn't want to put the mistress out more thanmay be."

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The young creature in pink had a mother in green; and I rather think the latter separated us from motives of policy. Howbeit, there was a general breaking up of the party, while the remnants of the dinner were being put away; and I strolled off by myself among the trees, in a raging and remorseful state. I was debating whether I should pretend that I was not well, and fly - I don't know where - upon my gallant grey, when Dora and Miss Mills met me. ¡
'Mr. Copperfield,' said Miss Mills, 'you are dull.' ¡¡¡¡I begged her pardon. Not at all. ¡¡¡¡'And Dora,' said Miss Mills, 'YOU are dull.' ¡¡¡¡Oh dear no! Not in the least. ¡¡¡¡'Mr. Copperfield and Dora,' said Miss Mills, with an almost venerable air. 'Enough of this. Do not allow a trivial misunderstanding to wither the blossoms of sprin

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caus'd Friday to gather all the Skulls, Bones, Flesh, and whatever remain'd, and lay them together on a Heap, and make a great Fire upon it, and burn them all to Ashes: I found Friday had still a hankering Stomach after some of the Flesh, and was still a Cannibal in his Nature; but I discover'd so much Abhorrence at the very Thoughts of it, and at the least Appearance of it, that he durst not discover it; for I had by some Means let him know, that I would kill him if he offer'd it.
When we had done this, we came back to our Castle, and there I fell to work for my Man Friday; and first of all, I gave him a pair of Linnen Drawers, which I had
out of the poor Gunners Chest I mention'd, and which I found in the Wreck; and which with a little Alteration fitted him very well; then I made him a Jerkin of Goat's-skin, as well as my Skill would allow; and I was now grown a tollerable good Taylor; and I gave him a Cap, which I had made of a Hare-skin, very convenient, and fashionable enough; and thus he was cloath'd for the present, tollerably well; and was mighty well pleas'd to see himself almost as well cloath'd as his Master: It is true, he went awkardly in these Things at first; wearing the Drawers was very awkard to him, and the Sleeves of the Wastcoat gall'd his Shoulders, and the inside of his Arms; but a little easing them where he com plain'd they hurt him, and using himself to them, at length he took to them very well.

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I had now brought my State of Life to be much easier in it self than it was at first, and much easier to my Mind, as well as to my Body. I frequently sat down to my Meat with Thankfulness, and admir'd the Hand of God's Providence, which had thus spread my Table in the Wilderness. I learn'd to look more upon the bright Side of my Condition, and less upon the dark Side; and to consider what I enjoy'd, rather than what I wanted; and this gave me sometimes such secret Comforts, that I cannot express them; and which I take Notice of here, to put those discontented People in Mind of it, who cannot enjoy comfortably what God has given them; because they see, and covet something that he has not given them: All our Discontents about what we want, appear'd to me, to spring from the Want of Thankfulness for what we have.
Another Reflection was of great Use to me, and doubtless would be so to any one that should fall into such Distress as mine was; and this was, To compare my present Condition with what I at first expected it should be; nay, with what it would certainly have been, if the good Providence of God had not wonderfully order'd the Ship to be cast up nearer to the Shore, where I not only Could come at her, but could bring what I got out of her to the Shore, for my Relief and Comfort; without which, I had wanted for Tools to work, Weapons for Defence, or Gun-Powder and Shot for getting my Food.

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The Wave that came upon me again, buried me at once 20 or 30 Foot deep in its own Body; and I could feel my self carried with a mighty Force and Swiftness towards the Shore a very great Way; but I held my Breath, and assisted my self to swim still forward with all my Might. I was ready to burst with holding my Breath, when, as I felt my self rising up, so to my immediate Relief, I found my Head and Hands shoot out above the Surface of the Water; and tho' it was not two Seconds of Time that I could keep my self so, yet it reliev'd me greatly, gave me Breath and new Courage. I was covered again with Water a good while, but not so long but I held it out; and finding the Water had spent it self, and began to return, I strook forward against the Return of the Waves, and felt Ground again with my Feet. I stood still a few Moments to recover Breath, and till the Water went from me, and then took to my Heels, and run with what Strength I had farther towards the Shore. But neither would this deliver me from the Fury of the Sea, which came pouring in after me again, and twice more I was lifted up by the Waves, and carried forwards as before, Shore being very flat.Shore, and sat me down upon the Grass, free from Danger, and quite out of the Reach of the Water.

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She did not stay to retaliate, but re-entered in a minute, bearing a reaming silver pint, whose contents I lauded with becoming earnestness. And afterwards she furnished me with the sequel of HeathclifFs history. He had a `queer' end, as she expressed it.
I was summoned to Wuthering Heights, within a fortnight of your leaving us, she said; and I obeyed joyfully, for Catherine's sake. My first interview with her grieved and shocked me: she had altered so much since our separation. Mr Heathcliff did not explain his reasons for taking a new mind about my coming here; he only told me he wanted me, and he was tired of seeing Catherine: I must make the little parlour my sitting-room, and keep her with me. It was enough if he were obliged to see her once or twice a day. She seemed pleased at this arrangement; and, by degrees, I smuggled over a great number of books, and other articles, that had formed her
amusement at the Grange; and flattered myself we should get on in tolerable comfort. The delusion did not last long. Catherine, contented at first, in a brief space grew irritable and restless. For one thing, she was forbidden to move out of the garden, and it fretted her sadly to be confined to its narrow bounds as spring drew on; for another, in following the house, I was forced to quit her frequently, and she complained of loneliness: she preferred quarrelling with Joseph in the kitchen to sitting at peace in her solitude. I did not mind their skirmishes: but Hareton was often obliged to seek the kitchen also, when the master wanted to have the house to himself; and though in the beginning she either left it at his approach, or quietly joined in my occupations, and shunned remarking or addressing him--and though he was always as sullen and silent as possible--after a while she changed her behaviour, and became incapable of letting him alone: talking at him; commenting on his stupidity and idleness; expressing her wonder how he could endure the life he lived--how he could sit a whole evening staring into the fire and dozing.

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They's rahm for boath ye un yer pride, now, I sud think, i' the hahse. It's empty; ye may hev it all to yerseln, un Him as allas maks a third, i' such ill company!'
Gladly did I take advantage of this intimation; and the minute I flung myself into a chair, by the fire, I nodded, and slept. My slumber was deep and sweet, though over far too soon. Mr Heathcliff awoke me; he had just come in, and demanded, in his loving manner, what I was doing there? I told him the cause of my staying up so late--that he had the key of our room in his pocket. The adjective our gave mortal offence. He swore it was not, nor ever should be, mine; and he'd--But I'll not repeat his language, nor describe his habitual conduct: he is ingenious and unresting in seeking to gain my abhorrence! I sometimes wonder at him with an intensity that deadens my fear: yet, I assure you, a tiger or a venomous serpent could not rouse terror in me equal to that which he wakens. He told me of Catherine's illness, and accused my brother of causing it; promising that I should be Edgar's proxy in suffering, till he could get hold of him.
I do hate him--I am wretched--I have been a fool! Beware of uttering one breath of this to anyone at the Grange. I shall expect you every day--don't disappoint me!

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`That you may settle with your host. I have nothing to do with it.'
`I hope it will be a lesson to you to make no more rash journeys on these hills,' cried Heathcliff's stern voice from the kitchen entrance. `As to staying here, I don't keep accommodations for visitors: you must share a bed with Hareton or Joseph, if you do.'
`I can sleep on a chair in this room,' I replied.
`No, no! A stranger is a stranger, be he rich or poor: it will not suit me to permit anyone the range of the place while I am off guard!' said the unmannerly wretch.

With this insult, my patience was at an end. I uttered an expression of disgust, and pushed past him into the yard, running against Earnshaw in my haste. It was so dark that I could not see the means of exit; and, as I wandered round, I heard another specimen of their civil behaviour amongst each other. At first the young man appeared about to befriend me.
`I'll go with him as far as the park,' he said.
`You'll go with him to hell!' exclaimed his master, or whatever relation he bore. `And who is to look after the horses, eh?'
A man's life is of more consequence than one evening's neglect of the horses: somebody must go, murmured Mrs Heathcliff, more kindly than I expected.

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and he found daily business in visiting the sick and poor in its
different districts.
One morning at breakfast, Diana, after looking a little pensive for
some minutes, asked him, 'If his plans were yet unchanged.'
'Unchanged and unchangeable,' was the reply. And he proceeded to
inform us that his departure from England was now definitely fixed for
the ensuing year.
'And Rosamond Oliver?' suggested Mary, the words seeming to
escape her lips involuntarily: for no sooner had she uttered them,
than she made a gesture as if wishing to recall them. St. John had a
book in his hand- it was his unsocial custom to read at meals- he
closed it, and looked up.
'Rosamond Oliver,' said he, 'is about to be married to Mr.
Granby, one of the best connected and most estimable residents in
from her father yesterday.'
His sisters looked at each other and at me; we all three looked
at him: he was serene as glass.
'The match must have been got up hastily,' said Diana: 'they cannot
have known each other long.'
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voice was the pant of a lion rising- 'Jane, do you mean to go one
way in the world, and to let me go another?'
'I do.'
'Jane' (bending towards and embracing me), 'do you mean it now?'
'I do.'
'And now?' softly kissing my forehead and cheek.
'I do,' extricating myself from restraint rapidly and completely.
'Oh, Jane, this is bitter! This- this is wicked. It would not be
wicked to love me.'
'It would to obey you.'
A wild look raised his brows- crossed his features: he rose; but he
forbore yet. I laid my hand on the back of a chair for support: I
shook, I feared- but I resolved.
'One instant, Jane. Give one glance to my horrible life when you
are gone. All happiness will be torn away with you. What then is left?
For a wife I have but the maniac upstairs: as well might you refer
me to some corpse in yonder churchyard. What shall I do, Jane? Where
turn for a companion and for some hope?'
'Do as I do: trust in God and yourself. Believe in heaven. Hope
to meet again there.'
'Then you will not yield?'

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Glad was I to get him out of the silk warehouse, and then out of
a jeweller's shop: the more he bought me, the more my cheek burned
with a sense of annoyance and degradation. As we re-entered the
carriage, and I sat back feverish and fagged, I remembered what, in
the hurry of events, dark and bright, I had wholly forgotten- the
letter of my uncle, John Eyre, to Mrs. Reed: his intention to adopt me
and make me his legatee. 'It would, indeed, be a relief,' I thought,
'if I had ever so small an independency; I never can bear being
dressed like a doll by Mr. Rochester, or sitting like a second Danae
with the golden shower falling daily round me. I will write to Madeira
the moment I get home, and tell my uncle John I am going to be
married, and to whom: if I had but a prospect of one day bringing
Mr. Rochester an accession of fortune, I could better endure to be
kept by him now.' And somewhat relieved by this idea (which I failed
not to execute that day), I ventured once more to meet my master's and
lover's eye, which most pertinaciously sought mine, though I averted
both face and gaze. He smiled; and I thought his smile was such as a
sultan might, in a blissful and fond moment, bestow on a slave his
gold and gems had enriched: I crushed his hand, which was ever hunting
mine, vigorously, and thrust it back to him red with the passionate

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And issuing from my asylum with precaution, I sought a backstairs
which conducted directly to the kitchen. All in that region was fire
and commotion; the soup and fish were in the last stage of projection,
and the cook hung over her crucibles in a frame of mind and body
threatening spontaneous combustion. In the servants' hall two coachmen
and three gentlemen's gentlemen stood or sat round the fire; the
abigails, I suppose, were upstairs with their mistresses; the new
servants, that had been hired from Millcote, were bustling about
everywhere. Threading this chaos, I at last reached the larder;
there I took possession of a cold chicken, a roll of bread, some
tarts, a plate or two and a knife and fork: with this booty I made a
hasty retreat. I had regained the gallery, and was just shutting the
back-door behind me, when an accelerated hum warned me that the ladies
were about to issue from their chambers. I could not proceed to the
schoolroom without passing some of their doors, and running the risk
of being surprised with my cargo of victualage; so I stood still at
this end, which, being windowless, was dark: quite dark now, for the
sun was set and twilight gathering.

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what answer to make to his queer question: how could I tell whether he
was capable of being re-transformed?
'You looked very much puzzled, Miss Eyre; and though you are not
pretty any more than I am handsome, yet a puzzled air becomes you;
besides, it is convenient, for it keeps those searching eyes of
yours away from my physiognomy, and busies them with the worsted
flowers of the rug; so puzzle on. Young lady, I am disposed to be
gregarious and communicative tonight.'
With this announcement he rose from his chair, and stood, leaning
his arm on the marble mantelpiece: in that attitude his shape was seen
plainly as well as his face; his unusual breadth of chest,
disproportionate almost to his length of limb. I am sure most people
would have thought him an ugly man; yet there was so much
unconscious pride in his port; so much ease in his demeanour; such a
look of complete indifference to his own external appearance; so
haughty a reliance on the power of other qualities, intrinsic or

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These ladies were deferentially received by Miss Temple, as Mrs.
and the Misses Brocklehurst, and conducted to seats of honour at the
top of the room. It seems they had come in the carriage with their
reverend relative, and had been conducting a rummaging scrutiny of the
room upstairs, while he transacted business with the housekeeper,
questioned the laundress, and lectured the superintendent. They now
proceeded to address divers remarks and reproofs to Miss Smith, who
was charged with the care of the linen and the inspection of the
dormitories: but I had no time to listen to what they said; other
matters called off and enchained my attention.
Hitherto, while gathering up the discourse of Mr. Brocklehurst
and Miss Temple, I had not, at the same time, neglected precautions to
secure my personal safety; which I thought would be effected, if I
could only elude observation. To this end, I had sat well back on
the form, and while seeming to be busy with my sum, had held my
slate in such a manner as to conceal my face: I might have escaped

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多多带着怒说:一会儿要我复习功课，一会儿要我做家务，到底要我干吗！我干什么你才看得顺眼啊！
　　文丽起身狠狠地说:做完家务做作业，听懂了吗？！
　　多多说:凭什么我就该做家务？大姐二姐高考那会儿你怎么什么都不让做啊？还有大宝，凭什么一天到晚想干吗干吗？
　　文丽因为佟志在家，早已怒火攻心，一口气上不来，直气，喊:你个混丫头，说一句你顶十句，你有个女孩儿样吗你？
　　佟母实在看不过去了，上前推走多多，说:多大了，动不动跟妈妈吵，你去做作业，我来洗碗。
　　文丽说:妈，你甭惯着她！
多多嚷道:我以后不吃饭了，成不成？你不就想饿死我拉倒吗？
　　文丽还没来得及生气，佟母上前轻轻拍了多多的脸一下，说:胡说八道，怎么跟妈妈说话呢！
　　多多扭过头，生气地走了。佟母回身看一眼文丽，再看看关着的夫妻房间门，冲着文丽巴结地笑，说:我也想看那个啥子家家敢死队，要不，我和多多、大宝就去看一下。也没多长时间，个把小时。今天礼拜六，孩子学习一个星期也该休息一下嘛，劳逸结合是对头的。
　　文丽不说话，收拾桌子进了厨房。佟母悄声对多多和大宝说:赶紧去吧。三人蹑手蹑脚地出了家门。

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佟志说:废话，我跟你能一样吗？我儿子刚十个月！
　　大庄起身，学《南征北战》里我军指挥员的腔调说:同志，不要计较眼前的得失，就是要打破坛坛罐罐，才能大踏步前进，今天的离开，是为了明天更好地回来。风物长宜看眼量。啊，那什么……
　　佟志说:得得得！别装了，是不是你那风流小娘儿们也去三线了？千里会婵娟吧？
　　大庄正色说:庸俗！太庸俗！小资产阶级知识分子和工人阶级思想境界就是不一样！
　　佟志说:去你的，我家可三代产业工人！你爷爷可是富农！
　　大庄说:跟你说正经的，查什么三代啊！我已经递申请书了。这话跟别人我不说的，咱俩这么多年了，哥们儿有好事儿肯定得想着兄弟你。这去三线好处大了去了，工资有补贴，还有地区生活补贴，粮票都多十来斤呢。表现好了还能提拔提拔。
　佟志说:说你也没啥阶级觉悟，还是贪图小便宜啊！
　　大庄说:嘁嘁，就你觉悟高，你不食人间烟火，你家煮饭不用大米，用金子？
　　佟志说:去，是不是真的啊？
　　大庄说:小市民本性原形毕露了吧。听我的吧，我这么精明的人，没好处我能去吗？
　　佟志说:这话还听着像你说的。你老婆同意吗？
　　大庄说:我做决定什么时候要我老婆同意了？当我老婆是你老婆呢，一个事儿妈！
　　佟志抬手。大庄躲开，正色对佟志说:我老婆虽然文化不及你老婆高，但深明大义，大是大非当前，绝对不会扯后腿。大庄又说:不跟你扯了，我得回家跟老婆交代一下。你看着办吧。不过哥们儿跑那么远的路，真想有个伴儿！

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大家一时无言了。而文丽到走时也没说出希望文母帮着照顾燕妮几个月的话。文母的表现也就说明问题了，男孩给织毛裤，女孩给织围脖。这也使文丽做了决定，把燕妮送全托。
　　文丽生儿子的过程中，出现了一次危机，是意外造成的，起因是吃了一顿爱吃的饭。
　　那是从文家回来几天之后的一个中午，文丽在走廊里做饭，手里拿着把酸杏干愣往嘴里送，吃一口呕一口。她不想强迫自己吃酸的了，碗架柜上摆着现成的辣椒油罐。她放下杏干，拿起油罐，拿把小勺剜出一点，就往嘴里放，刚吃一点，身后有脚步声，文丽吓一跳，赶紧放下，但嘴角还有一抹辣椒油。
　　庄嫂一眼看见文丽嘴角有辣椒油，就盯着文丽的嘴看。文丽下意识抹嘴，手上一抹红油，文丽尴尬地说:做饭啊？
　　庄嫂盯着文丽的嘴巴，说:我怀我儿子的时候口味儿不一样哪，有时想吃酸，有时候想吃咸，有时候还真想吃辣的。
　　文丽立刻说:嗨，也没什么胃口，有什么吃什么呗，主要还是想吃酸的。文丽说着把杏干往嘴里放，嚼半天咽不下去，差点呕出来。
　　庄嫂说:哎，杏干有啥营养？去我屋吧，我炖了黄豆猪蹄子贼有营养，我给你整一碗。
　　文丽说:你可真有办法，哪儿弄的这些个稀罕物？
　　庄嫂说:嗨，还不是大庄，当个钳工，帮人修修这个弄弄那个，人家也没钱，就送点东西。
　　文丽说:大庄还真能干！
　　庄嫂说:那都是小聪明，比不得你家佟子，佟子早晚要有大出息。
　　文丽说:都三十了，还能有什么大出息？
　　庄嫂说:可不能这么说，没听人说大器晚成

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钟老师慢慢收回手，说:年轻赶上新社会，真是好啊，我是早生了十来年……
　　文丽眼睛越来越湿，声音也哽咽了，说:老师，你到底怎么了？以前你多么意气飞扬啊，什么事儿你不懂啊。我们都觉得你是优秀的男人，这个世界上不会有什么事能难倒你。因为……因为你……
　　文丽终于哭了。
　　钟老师掏出手绢，替文丽擦泪。佟志这个时候突然出现了，一抬头，愣住了。看到一男人给文丽擦泪，又看到文丽接过手绢，捂住眼睛。佟志就咳嗽了一声。钟老师转过脸来，静静地看着佟志。佟志一眼看清钟老师，跟着肃然起敬，因为钟老师真的太像老师了。文丽放下手绢，看见佟志，有一点尴尬说: 你怎么才来？我爸我妈都急了。
　　佟志看着钟老师，问:是吗？
文丽也看一眼钟老师，说:这位是钟老师，我师范的老师，我爸的朋友。他叫佟志，是我爱人。
　　两个男人握了手，谁都没说话。钟老师走了。
　　文丽看着钟老师背影，喃喃地说:钟老师真可怜。
　　佟志说:是可恨吧！
　　文丽气得甩手进屋了，连佟志和同学聚会的事也不问了……
　　两个人在回家的路上，文丽还是一脸伤感。