"I'll change my ticket to the 17th, no problem, right?" Rich put down the phone and said to Theorod, who was packing his luggage, "I think you're going to leave the day after tomorrow, and I'm quite reluctant." ”

"I think you're reluctant to cook for me. Theolod gave Richie a blank look.

During this month and a half, perhaps because of the dislike of Richie's cooking skills, it was too unacceptable to accept, and after eating once, Theorod had to take on the cooking work. And it turned out that he was much better than Richie, at least as long as Theorod was there, the director was absolutely not willing to do it himself, and he was only responsible for spending money on groceries and washing dishes after meals - which, according to him, he was good at.

"Oh, you've found out, Theo, my stomach can't accept my own craft, how am I going to live if you're gone?"

"Get a girlfriend, or a boyfriend. ”

"Well, that's a good idea, and I thought twice and decided to find a girlfriend, like you. ”

"you. ”

Of course, in the end, Richie did find a girlfriend...... And not at all like Theorod, that's an afterthought.

The day after the shooting, Theolod took Herman's business card to the Royal Brompton Hospital in England and found Dr. Grant Miller in the brain department.

The advantage of Theorod not being well-known in Britain is that even if he walks down the street without glasses, it is difficult for anyone to recognise who he is, and he doesn't have to care about gossip paparazzi. A month and a half later, the turmoil over "Two Smoking Guns" has long subsided, and now not many people are paying attention to the progress of the film, and the British media have long lost interest in it. So Theorod's trip was very smooth.

The doctor was a middle-aged man, who looked about the same age as Herman, and like Theorod, he was a typical blonde with a gold-rimmed eye, a little taller than Theorrod, and when he laughed, the smile lines at the corners of his eyes were obvious, and he looked like a knowledgeable gentleman.

And his office is also very clean, because he has a doctorate title, his office is independent, there is not much on the desk, there is only a picture frame except for the text and a computer necessary for the work. Theorod glanced cursoryly, and there were two men in the frame, one of the doctor himself, and the other perhaps his friend or brother.

"Herman introduced you?" Doctor Miller suddenly had a hint of surprise on his face after hearing Theolod's intentions, as if he was very surprised by Herman's introduction.

"Is there a problem, Dr. Miller?" Theolod wondered.

"That Herman guy actually ......" he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, he smiled halfway through his speech, and the smile was helpless or sighing, but there was a trace of sadness that was not obvious, "No, no problem, good, I probably know why he asked you to come to me." ”

"What?"

"You're suffering from depression, too, kid?" said Dr. Miller, his blue eyes looking softly at Theorod, and although he smiled, Theorod found that his gentle eyes did not smile, but rather a touch of sadness, as if he was looking through him at another person.

Theolod looked at him quietly for a few seconds with a noncommittal expression on his face, and then he suddenly laughed: "I'm afraid that's right, Dr. Miller, so Herman wants you to check for me if I have a pitiful amount of serotonin in my brain." After all, you see, physiological depression is not that easy to treat. ”

"It seems that you know a little bit about depression more than most patients, Mr. Lechte, most people don't know about depression and don't even realize they have it. Dr. Miller was a little surprised by Theorod's knowledge of depression, and he picked up his pen and gave Theorod a list, "So, let's go for some brain tests first, shall we?"

Theolod took the order, and this action made Miller see the burn on the palm of his left hand, a small circle, not large, and unusually obvious compared to Theorod's fair skin, but it was obvious that he didn't care about it, and he didn't do anything to deal with it, even to the point where he was used to letting it go, which made Miller raise his eyebrows.

"With all due respect, sir, where did your burns come from?"

"The cigarette butt is hot, it's just a small injury, it's not a big deal, is there anything wrong?"

The other shook his head and said nothing more. Theolod didn't think much about it, and turned around and was about to leave his office, but he didn't expect that Dr. Miller also stood up, and there was a posture that he wanted to accompany Theolod to do the examination.

"Thank you very much, doctor, but I'll just go myself. ”

"Herman has sent you to me, and he can trust me now, Mr. Lechte, that I will take care of you—and I do. Anyway, I've been sitting in the office for too long, and I just need to go out for a walk. Dr. Miller said, suddenly raising his hand and making a silent gesture, "By the way, I will tell you a secret, with me with you, you won't have to wait in line later...... And you really don't want to stay here too long, am I right?"

He was right, and Theorod really didn't want to stay in the hospital for too long. Although he doesn't have much of a reputation here, there's no guarantee that he'll never meet someone who recognizes him. So he had to compromise and Dr. Miller led him through a thorough set of tests, and the next afternoon, he was able to get his results.

Perhaps for Herman's sake, after the examination, Dr. Miller wanted to treat Theorod to a meal, but Theorod politely refused. Waving goodbye to the doctor, who seemed to have the same story as Herman, Theolod looked at the overcast sky overhead, propped up his black umbrella, and planned to go to the British Museum in the afternoon.

Like most ordinary visitors, Theorod wore a peaked cap and held a copy of the museum's atlas as he strolled through the British Museum's Ancient Egyptian Pavilion. In view of the large number of foreign tourists, especially American tourists, Theolod pulled the brim of his hat lower and put on a sweatshirt and hat, like most rebellious teenagers in cool clothes, looking like an idle hip-hop teenager, unremarkable.

When he came to the museum, he happened to meet a group of high school students, all little gentlemen, not a single girl, who looked like they had come to participate in practical activities. From their tuxedo, black vest and white shirts, it is not difficult to see that they should be from Eton College in Windsor, led by two history teachers.

Theorod, seeing that their itinerary was the same as his own, followed them from a distance, occasionally rubbing the history teacher's explanation. However, the history of this world is not much different from the history of Theorod's world, and Theorod always has the illusion of overlapping memories as he listens to it.

So, it didn't take long for him to sit down in a corner, and in front of him was none other than the Rosetta Stone, one of the museum's most important collections. In his previous life, when he played the role of the master of the language, he happened to meet an interesting professor of ancient Egyptian, who would always tell him so many interesting things that he was most impressed by the ancient Egyptian language - at that time he could even memorize every word on the Rosetta Stone, and now he can only read a few sentences.

Two meters away from him sat a young man, dressed in a typical Eton College uniform, who looked quite ordinary, with a very white complexion, which made the freckles on his face obvious and his lips thick. And at this moment, he was holding a notebook with messy and fluffy red hair, looking at the stone tablet while looking down and taking notes. Theolod found that he had been sitting in this place for a long time, and that the large army had long since left, and he did not seem to notice this, and was still copying the hieroglyphs on the stone tablets.

When he closed the notebook with satisfaction, he suddenly remembered something, raised his head suddenly, looked around in some panic, but did not find any trace of alumni, and couldn't help but get up from the ground in a hurry, and spit out a few annoyed mutters in a low voice.

It was unfortunate that he had fallen behind, and before that, his teacher, Mr. Weir, had told him not to fall behind.

"Are you lost?" As he hesitated whether to go left or right, he heard a very gentle voice from a teenager dressed in some hip-hop, who might just be sitting here resting, the red-haired freckled boy not knowing when the other person appeared. But listening to his Y accent, it should be from the East End of London.

"I think so. The freckled boy said cautiously. Eton College was a traditional aristocratic school in England, and he could often hear other children talking about how to stay away from people with a Y accent on the street, because poor people were not to be messed with. Although he has no prejudice against people from any region, he is instinctively wary of a hip-hop teenager from the East End due to his constant exposure to it.

"If you're looking for your large army, they're going to the left. Perhaps sensing his vigilance, there was a slight smile in the hip-hop boy's voice, "And if you're so nervous because of my accent, I'm really sorry, how about I change it?"

His accent changed to the traditional English aristocratic RP accent.

The freckled boy stood awkwardly, knowing that the other man must be smiling, even though the shadow of the other's two-layered hat almost covered half of his face. "I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to offend. He apologized a little awkwardly.

"And I didn't care, but I've gotten used to saying it with this accent lately, and I'm actually American. ”

"Are you lost too?" The freckled boy thought that the other party was a tourist from the United States, about the same age as himself, but unfortunately he was lost with his parents, out of the guilt of misunderstanding the other party before, he thought he should do something, "You helped me find my classmate, I think now I should also help you find your partner." I've been to the British Museum three times and I can help you find the front desk. ”

Seeing that a child who was about fifteen years old could be so gentlemanly and polite, Theolod couldn't help but sigh that aristocratic education could only be done in England. But being treated like this by a child who could treat him like his own grandson, Theolod didn't know whether to be happy or wry at his misleading appearance, obviously he was just wearing a sweatshirt, was the sweatshirt very young? Or did he cover himself too tightly?

"No, thank you, little gentleman, I came here by myself. Theolod's tone was somehow like an old grandfather coaxing his grandson, "Is this your schoolwork?" he gestured to the notebook in the other person's hand.

"Well, yes, I have to prepare for my essay on ancient Egyptian literature. The freckled boy nodded, he seemed to be a well-behaved and sensible three-good student.

All old people like good children who are sensible, and Theorod is no exception, so he laughed again: "Hey, do you want to know a little secret that ordinary people don't know, about this hieroglyph? For your sake, I think I can sue you." ”

"What?" the boy didn't understand. Then, he saw the hip-hop "boy" who had been sitting casually against the wall standing up, he was taller than he imagined, much taller, directly more than a head taller than him, and for some reason, when he got closer, he found that the other party's face hidden in the shadows was somewhat familiar.

Theolod walked up to him, stretched out his hand, and asked very politely, "Can you lend me your notebook?"

The boy gave him a puzzled look, then handed Theorod the notebook with the Eton School crest on it. Theolod opened the side of the hieroglyphs he copied, drew out the pen that had been clipped to the notebook by the boy, and said in a child-instructing tone: "You see, since archaeologists can translate most of the hieroglyphs according to this stele, do these words have zài rules? Just as most of the languages that originated in the Indo-European languages now have yin and yang words, the ancient Egyptian language also has grammatical rules to follow. This one...... It's a hieroglyph that doesn't have on the stele, do you know what it means?"

The boy looked at the hieroglyphs written on Theorod's notebook and shook his head. He didn't find any special meaning other than that he found his font to look better than his own.

"Then you must know these words, right?" Theolod wrote a few more words.

The boy nodded.

"And these words can be taken apart to form this word, so what do you think it means? Of course, this theory is just speculation, including grammar......

Theolod spoke some more grammar, but as he spoke, he suddenly stopped again.

Because, he found that he seemed to have become a language master who had "become" in his previous life, pursuing countless exquisite written languages all his life, and always treating teaching as a kind of show-off.

"And then?" the boy did not notice his abnormality, he only thought that what Theolod said was very interesting, and when he suddenly stopped talking about himself, he hurriedly asked.

"And then?" said Theorrod, looking at the boy, and chuckling gently, "and then, don't you think you should catch up with the big force now? ”

The young man suddenly realized, and he couldn't help but rub his hair in annoyance: "Okay, now Mr. Weir will definitely kill me, maybe they have arrived at the Oriental Art Museum...... Oh yes, that's rude, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Eddie Redmayne, and it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

"I am ......"

"Eddie!"

Before Theolod could introduce himself, a voice behind him interrupted him. A tall, slender teenager in a black vest strode from behind them.

Eton College has a very special dress tradition. Each year, twenty members of the "POP Club" are selected from the winners of the various awards in the highest grade (fifth grade), who represent the best students in the school, and can choose the color style of the vest themselves. Of course, in addition to the vest, there is also a difference in the color of the buttons. If you can wear a silver button, you are the best student, and you even have the right to participate in school politics.

Obviously, although this one was wearing a black waistcoat, his silver buttons had already revealed his status at school.

"Everybody's looking for you, but luckily you're okay. But Mr. Weir is going to be angry, and you'd better be prepared. But don't worry too much, Eddie, I'll help you. The boy walked over to Eddie.

"Thank you, Tom, and, sorry. Eddie said that Tom has a more tongue-twisting surname, and although he is the last year older than him, because they share a common love for acting, they are more like friends than seniors and juniors, "Sorry to worry you, I just wanted to prepare for the paper, and it ended up wasting too much time." Fortunately, I have this friend, who is a knowledgeable man, and he told me which way you are going, but I forgot to catch up with you while chatting. ”

Tom looked at Theorod, his eyes full of sincere smiles, which had been happy to find his junior a second, and he extended his hand to him very gentlemanly, and raised the corners of his mouth gently and politely, saying, "Thank you very much for your help to Eddie, sir, I'm sorry he has caused you trouble." ”

His voice is steady, with a charming and elegant magnetism, which is very nice.

"It's nothing, it's that I've taken this kid for too long, caused him to fall behind for too long, and kept you anxious. Although he is still dressed as a "hip-hop", this does not hide the elegant nature of Theorod's gestures.

"It's okay, I'm sure Eddie must have learned a lot from you. I don't want to be overly rude, but if I don't bring Eddie back, I'm afraid our teacher will have the missing person notice broadcast on the radio......"

"I understand, you don't have to pay attention to me, go back quickly. ”

"Do we have the pleasure of visiting the next exhibit hall with you?" asked Eddie.

"No, I've been here quite a few times, it's getting late, it's time for me to go home. Theolod shook his head and waved goodbye to the two teenagers from the higher education institutions.

After walking a few steps, Eddie remembered that he hadn't asked the other party's name, and he immediately turned around and stopped him, "Sorry, can I know your name......?"

"R," Theolod waved at the tourists around him, "R." ”

R. Lecht?

Theolod Lecht!

Eddie and Tom looked at each other, and it was clear that they both recognized who the man was. They turned to look at each other's ordinary backs in sweatshirts, but unfortunately he had gone farther and farther, turned a corner, and disappeared.