Hemingway had a sister named Ursula, who was almost thirty years old and still waiting to be married. The older brother saw it and couldn’t help but worry about it. Sometimes he would call Ursula to parties to give her more opportunities to interact with people. One day in February 1936, Hemingway entertained guests at his home in a small town in the southern tip of Florida, USA, and many colleagues from the literary world came. Every February and March, a large number of literati come from the north like migratory birds to escape the cold. 　　The small villas on the beach are all beautiful. Everyone holds wine glasses and…