uce you to my friends.”

公使夫人亲自挽起她的手臂，带着她往客厅中央走。

每走到一群人面前，公使夫人就停下来，用英文介绍：“This is Mr. Gu, the son of President Gu. And this is his lovely wife——the most beautiful Chinese lady I've ever met.”

那些英国贵妇们看着沈青瓷，目光里有惊艳，有欣赏，也有一点点不敢直视的恍惚。有人夸她的旗袍，有人夸她的翡翠镯子，有人问她旗袍上的兰草是什么寓意。

沈青瓷一一答了。她的英文流利，谈吐得体，不卑不亢。有人问她这旗袍是不是中国传统服饰，她微微一笑，用英文回答：“Yes, it's a qipao. The pattern is orchid——my husband's favorite flower.”

公使夫人听见了，转头看向顾言深，笑着说：“You are a lucky man, Mr. Gu.”

顾言深含笑点头，目光落在沈青瓷脸上。那目光里有骄傲，有珍视。

一个穿墨绿色丝绒长裙的贵妇和她攀谈起来，问她平时喜欢做什么。

“I play the piano, read, and sometimes write poetry.”

贵妇眼睛亮了：“Poetry? How charming! Do you write in Chinese or English?”

“In Chinese. My English is not good enough for poetry.”

贵妇笑了：“You are too modest. Your English is excellent. Many Chinese ladies won't speak English even if they can. They are