While it now looks like Smith is a blonde and blue-eyed native British thug with an authentic British accent and Liverpool riffraff English, this is only to protect his disguise.

Smith's real name is Qi Si, taken from the "Seeing the Wise and Thinking Qi" in the Analects of Liren, is a Chinese who had moved to London, England together before he was born, and the husband and wife worked together in the church in London.

His father's name is Qi Zhengzhen, he is a very honest and honest Chinese man, he is very enthusiastic about everyone, and often has a smile that others will look good at it, although Qi Si's mother often dislikes it as a silly smile, but Qi Si feels that the reason why his mother dislikes it every time is because other women say a few more words to his father.

Qi Si's mother's name is Song Xuening, as the name suggests, Qi Si feels that the snowman built every Christmas Eve is not as white as his mother's skin, with beautiful facial features and elegant personality, Qi Si feels that in the Chinese vocabulary he learned with his mother, it is really appropriate to use the word "girly" to describe his mother.

After Qi Si became sensible, he learned that his parents worked in a London church, and his position changed from a sensible deacon to a church deacon after he went to school, and then became an acting referee.

This job is a bit like the monks in the monasteries or Taoist priests in the monasteries in the motherland that I have not been to before.

I have the impression that they will wear white robes to the church every day, like holy angels.

There are also people who often come to visit the family, there are also overseas Chinese from China, there are church believers, and there are also church colleagues, every guest is very polite, everyone's laughter and sincere prayers will make Qi Si feel that this home has become extraordinarily fulfilling.

One of his favorite visits to the house was a colleague of his father, Uncle Lawrence, who had a thick beard, who had the ruggedness and heroism of the Nordics, who liked to drink, and who always liked to pick up little Qisi and lift it high when he entered the door, and then put the cute little face that resembled his mother to his big beard.

Qi Si always resisted desperately, although he was pale and weak, but his attitude was very resolute.

Every time Uncle Lawrence came, in addition to making out with little Qisi with his beard, he would complain that the Venus in his heart, that is, Qisi's mother, must have chosen his father because of his confused brain, or because the man whose name sounded particularly positive and looked very upright on weekdays, used some dirty and despicable means to deceive Qisi's mother.

At this time, Qi Si's mother smiled and didn't speak, and Qi Si's father, who only had one bottle of beer, really laughed like a fool, holding a wine glass and kept saying, "Drink and drink." ”

Then in the puzzled eyes of Little Qi, Uncle Lawrence would inexplicably keep clinking glasses with his father, but after touching, his father would often continue to giggle with his wine glass, completely forgetting what he had just said about drinking and taking the initiative to clink glasses, but Uncle Lawrence would directly dry up the wine in the quilt, whether it was low-alcohol beer or the high-level two-pot head that his father took out of the cabinet.

Sometimes my mother would come over and glare at my father, and Lawrence would even pick up bottles and bring them to tons.

It wasn't until later that Qi Si realized that his mother's smile was the answer to this feeling, which contained the happiness of life, while his father's smile was full of happiness and pride.

As for poor Uncle Lawrence, that's the wry smile of a single dog.

Bitter wine hurts in the throat and heart.

Looking at the goddess in her heart, Qi Si's mother looked at Lao Qi, the kind of eyes that seemed to reproach but were actually caring, Lawrence was even more devastated by the soul.

Until the age of nine, Qi Si always felt that the place where he lived was the legendary paradise.

Until that afternoon.

After school, as usual, after saying goodbye to his classmates, he stepped off the school bus, turned around and found that his yard was full of people, some of whom he knew, those who came to play often from his parents' church, and many people he didn't know.

At a glance, Qi Si saw Uncle Lawrence, who had distinctive characteristics and was also the most familiar to him.

He greeted happily, "Uncle Lawrence, welcome, with so many guests here today, is Mommy going to hold a prayer at home again, or is Dad going to hold a banquet?"

Didn't pick himself up as usual, the man who was very enthusiastic every time he came to visit, liked to tie himself with a thick beard the most, stood in the courtyard with red eyes, stretched out his hand to himself weakly, and stopped talking.

An old voice rang out, "Hello, Qisi, I'm Bishop Bell. ”

Qi Si stood at the door of the courtyard and looked at the kind old man who was walking towards him, dressed in a somewhat shabby white robe, wearing two ruby rings on his left hand, and a scar on his neck.

"Hello Grandpa Bell. ”

"Really a good boy with good manners. Bishop Bell bent down and kept stroking Qisi's head, apologetically: "I'm the head of the church where your parents work, kid, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." ”

Qi Si looked at the old man who suddenly apologized to himself, he was at a loss, and said inexplicably in a panic: "Grandpa Bell, what happened, is there anything I can help you?"

Bishop Bell looked at the child in front of him, sighed, and said, "Follow me, child." ”

With that, he stretched out his hand to Qi Si, who put his little hand in the warm and generous palm blankly, and was led into the room by Bishop Bell.

The people in the courtyard silently divided a passageway, and when they passed by Uncle Lawrence, Qi Si stopped and said, "Uncle Lawrence, why don't you and the guests go in?"

"Qi Si... I'm so sorry—" Lawrence's mouth quivered, trying to say something.

Lawrence squatted down, hugged Qi Si, looked at this immature but familiar face, and in the blurred vision, it seemed that he saw his own goddess again.

Instead of tying himself with his beard as he did in the past, he put his forehead on his forehead, and his lips trembled and struggled for a long time, and Qi Si saw that tears kept flowing down the face of this heroic man, and in the end, Qi Si only heard Uncle Lawrence say weakly, "Son, let Bishop Bell accompany you in first." ”

Qi Si and Bishop Bell continued to walk forward, hearing Uncle Lawrence's suppressed sobs behind him, and a bad premonition appeared in Qi Si's heart.

The courtyard of Qi Si's house is not very large, and after walking a few steps with Bishop Bell just now, it is already very close to the familiar door, Qi Si's steps involuntarily slow down, as if every time he should raise his legs very easily, he has to use up all his strength.

It was as if behind the door in front of me was not the most familiar and happy place, but an unknown hell.

"Bishop Bell, where are my father and mother?"

Standing on the steps in front of the door, Qi Si stopped and asked in a trembling voice.

The old man didn't answer, and Qi Si felt as if he was pulling his big hand harder than before.

Qi Si just stood in front of the steps, refusing to take a step forward.

Although he was only nine years old, perhaps because of his parents' good education, or perhaps because he was in a foreign country, Qi Si was much more mature and sensible than ordinary children, and he guessed a possibility, so he refused to move forward even a single step.

Qi Si was afraid, unwilling, and didn't dare.

A nine-year-old child did not have the courage to walk forward on his own, for fear that the one he saw behind the door would not dare to think of the answer at all.

He stood stubbornly like that, trembling with tears streaming down his face.

Until a man in a black suit picked him up, not caring about the child's snot and tears rubbing against his expensive handmade suit, Qi Si looked at the face blurred by tears, he had seen him on TV, he was the Chinese ambassador to the United Kingdom, Qi Si could remember the ambassador's surname Song, or because he had the same surname as his mother.

Ambassador Song was followed by a young man, I don't know if it was a bodyguard or an embassy worker, his eyes were red and even a little swollen.

After nodding to Bishop Bell, Ambassador Song carried Qi Si into the house, which was the same as usual, except for the center of the living room, where Qi Si's parents lay quietly with a white cloth on their bodies.

Ambassador Song put down Qi Si in his arms and said softly, "I'm sorry, kid. ”

Qi Si's mind went blank, like a drowning person sinking to the bottom of the sea, feeling dizzy and dark around him, barely able to breathe.

Trembling, he walked forward, and finally fell to his knees beside his parents.

Song Xue closed her eyes tightly, her face was still dignified and beautiful, but her face looked a little paler, as if she had fallen asleep because she was sick.

Qi Zhengzhen's frozen face was reluctant, remorseful and regretful, he looked thinner than usual, there was a hideous wound that extended from his cheek to nowhere, and his right arm disappeared

So they can only hold each other tightly together with their left hands.

Qi Si carefully held his mother's face, using all his strength to make his voice sound the same as usual, even if there were too many trills and cries that almost crushed his throat.

"Mom, I'm Qi Si, what's wrong with you, I'm back from school, and there are a lot of guests coming to our house, and the ambassador Song who has only watched on TV is also here, Mom, I'll cook with you and entertain them, just make Qi Si's favorite Chinese food, I'll help you chop the vegetables, I won't cut my fingers this time." ”

"Mom, the guests are still waiting, why don't you speak... Don't you sleep, okay, get up and let's cook together, please, Mom, don't ignore Qi Si like this..."

Qi Si, who was crying on his mother's body, including Ambassador Song and others, did not notice that an extremely dim golden light emerged from Song Xuening's body and drilled into Qi Si's body.

"Dad, you and Mom have slept for too long in the afternoon, and now the sun is about to set, please wake up quickly, the last time you tutored me with my homework, the teacher gave me an A, and I was the only one in the class who got an A, please get up and take a look." ”

Qi Si opened his schoolbag like crazy, scattered textbooks all over the ground, Qi Si grabbed a pile of papers, trembled and leaned in front of his father, the A evaluated by the teacher on the home page was bright red, and the eyes of the stinging person were painful.

It's just that the man who usually tutors Qi Si's homework even if he has a headache is still lying quietly on the ground.

"If you go to sleep again, Qi Si can only do today's homework alone..."

"Dad, Uncle Lawrence is here, he's waiting for us in the yard, don't you like to drink secretly with Uncle Lawrence, I'm sure I won't tell my mother this time, Dad, can you get up and have a drink with Uncle Lawrence? I'll go and pour you a drink now." ”

Qi Si struggled to his feet and staggered towards the TV, he knew that his father had hidden the wine he had brought from China in the TV cabinet, but Qi Si, whose legs were numb, exerted too much force and fell to his knees.

Qi Si just knelt on the ground like that, crying heartbreakingly.