The stars on the sea rose and shone on the dark water, as if they were covered with broken diamonds of the ocean.

The lantern glowed yellow, reflecting the girl's eyes shining.

She bent her eyes and patted the deck next to her, "Hey, can you sit with me for a while?"

Zhang Shunxian said: "I still have things to do. ”

The girl laughed a few times, didn't insist, just called him when he turned to leave: "Hey, my name is Lin Zheng, what's your name?"

He paused, and his voice melted into the sea breeze, "Zhang Shunxian." ”

The girl was a rich girl, and when she was eighteen years old, her father bought her a ticket to sail around the world, and she carried her luggage alone, with the mountains and rivers at her feet.

The Mediterranean Sea was the middle point of her journey, when she was staying at the home of a local old woman, and when she was leaving, she wanted to cook a Chinese meal for her, and then she made a fuss at the fish stall.

After the discomfort period of the first few days, the girl was alive again, and ran to chat with Zhang Shunxian from time to time. Lin Zheng was always asking, and Song Yi replied succinctly.

In the girl's opinion, this boy has a pair of melancholy eyes, like the dark sea water in the middle of the night, he can't see the color clearly, he can't see the depth, and he touches it lightly with his fingers, and even in the summer night, it is as cold as ice and snow.

Ten days later, William II arrived in the port of London. This is the end of the ship, where all the people who met on this journey are separated, and most of them never cross paths again. Zhang Shunxian pressed the doorbell of the house in front of him.

Looking through the window, the lights inside were brilliantly lit, as if they were holding a drinking party.

The one who came to open the door was an elderly man, who seemed to be the housekeeper here, with a standard tall nose bridge, wearing a suit vest, seeing him with a gentle face, and a little wine in his complexion, and an ambiguous light in the crack of the open door.

Zhang Shunxian handed over an old yellowed envelope, some of which were wet and smudged by the rain.

He showed him the address at the bottom of the envelope and asked him in broken English if he knew where the people who lived there had moved.

The old man took the envelope and looked at it carefully, and waved his hand apologetically at him: "So."

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The corners of Zhang Shunxian's mouth pursed into a line, frowned and thanked him and prepared to leave, planning to inquire about the next resident who was not there when he came last time.

The rain in London is as good as it gets.

Zhang Shunxian wrapped his coat tightly and turned around and walked into the rain. Tall buildings, bright lights, windows full of human fireworks, the streets are bleak and lonely, Zhang Shunxian walked slowly, remembering that in the story of Sherlock Holmes, the detective always wore a black shirt and an umbrella, and ran around the streets and alleys to solve the case, but he was spent three years by a case.

"Hey, Zhang Shunxian. ”

He turned around and saw Lin Zheng standing in front of the room where he had just knocked on the door through the rain and fog, wearing a royal blue dress, her hair in a bun, holding a glass of red wine and smiling at him.

Someone in the house brought her an umbrella, and she ran up to him in three or two steps, holding the handle of the umbrella into the umbrella, and her face was slightly red from drinking.

"It's really you! I thought I was wrong just now through the door, why are you here?"

"Something. Zhang Shunxian was also a little stunned, he didn't expect to see her here.

Lin Zheng tilted his head and smiled, his eyes were shining in the night, Zhang Shunxian's heart couldn't help but move, and he was in a trance for a moment.

She stretched out her hand to pull him, "It's a coincidence, I'm also here to do something, since we are so fateful, why don't we go and sit in the house." ”

Without waiting for him to speak, she grabbed him and walked in: "You see it's so cold outside, how nice it is to come in and drink something to warm up, you haven't brought an umbrella yet, you will catch a cold in the rain, let's take a walk, I'll invite you to drink."

The room was warm, the fireplace was steaming, the living room was with crystal lamps hanging low, and the long dining table was filled with drinks and food.

There are no fragrant clothes and temples and cups and lamps as Zhang Shunxian imagined, only a few people are sitting or standing and talking softly, all of them look like standard English gentlemen or ladies.

"Come, Zhang Shunxian, let me introduce you, this is my teacher, Professor Iverson. Lin Zheng smiled and spoke with a wine glass, which made it impossible for people to associate her with the little girl who couldn't catch the fish.

The owner of this room was Lin Zheng's teacher Iverson, who had taught her English literature for a while, and Lin Zheng had come to visit him.

Zhang Shunxian greeted them a little awkwardly.

Lin Zheng was so enthusiastic and straightforward that he didn't know how to parry.

"I just heard Brooke say that you are looking for someone?" Brooke was the old butler who had opened the door for him.

Zhang Shunxian nodded, but didn't want to say more.

It was this topic that piqued Iverson's interest, and after listening to Zhang Shunxian's description, he seemed to remember something: "Oh, it's the beautiful Oriental girl who used to live next door, and I met her at a charity gala not long ago. ”

"Really? Where is she?" Zhang Shunxian stood up abruptly and almost knocked over the wine glass in Lin Zheng's hand.

However, Iverson's answer still disappointed him, he did not know where she had moved and had not seen her since.

However, this news still makes Zhang Shunxian excited, at least it is certain that she is still in London.

Zhang Shunxian did not stay long, the rain had stopped when he said goodbye, and it was late at night in London.

Lin Zheng handed him an umbrella and said to him with a smile, "Hey, I hope we can meet again." ”

Zhang Shunxian didn't speak, took the umbrella with his chin and walked into the night.

didn't take two steps, Lin Zheng caught up from behind: "Hey, Zhang Shunxian, why don't you give me your contact information, I can help you find someone." ”

The person Zhang Shunxian was looking for was Gu Yun, who came to London two years ago.

When Lin Zheng brought him the news of Gu Yun, it was already half a year after the last time they met.

During this period, Zhang Shunxian returned to China with the ship, and once again, crossed the vast Atlantic Ocean to the rainy and misty London, while Lin Zheng ended her journey around the world and temporarily lived in the United Kingdom

Lin Zheng saw Zhang Shunxian again at six o'clock in the afternoon next to the Thames, and the bell of Big Ben startled the pigeons all over the ground.

He was nervous, the corners of his mouth were pursed into a straight line, and his hands were in his pockets, but he could see a slight tremble.

Lin Zheng pointed to the square not far away and said to him: "The teacher's friend is going to attend this event today, and I happened to see her in the list, but even abroad, there are many people with the same name, so I'm not sure if it's her." ”

This is a donation event organized by a British publishing tycoon, and there are already many audiences outside the red line.

Lin Zheng and Zhang Shunxian squeezed in with great difficulty, and the guest seats in front of them were almost seated, and Song Yichen's eyes moved repeatedly in those glamorous crowds. But it was too far away, there were too many people, and he couldn't see clearly.