Karenin, on his part, did have a visit to do, but he was not in such a hurry, in fact, he was an hour earlier than needed.

Since it was ahead of schedule, he naturally could not meet Vlammykir directly at the train station, so Karenin sat alone in the center of the largest square in Moscow.

Karenin, neatly dressed in a three-piece suit and meticulously combed with his hair, looked a little out of place in the tiled dove-strewn square, and several children looked at him with curious eyes.

Karenin was a little uncomfortable, so he left again.

He glanced at the time on his pocket watch, and not even a quarter of an hour had passed.

Whether it's walking down the street or sitting in the park, it's not the best place for him now, so Karenin chose a more upscale café.

As soon as he entered the café, he was treated courteously by the waiter.

Karenin wanted to find the quietest seat possible, but he found that the place was already occupied.

The sharp-eyed waiter understood what the extraordinary-looking figure meant, so he said, "Sir, we can raise that seat for you, Miss Garma Ward is not a guest." With that, the waiter, without waiting for Karenin's reaction, stepped forward to give up his seat to the young lady known as Garma Ward.

"Not really." Karenin shouted in a slightly raised voice, and the waiter seemed to say something to the young lady, who fell on the table and began to cry.

Karenin was stunned.

He felt his muscles stiffen when he heard the cry, but when he remembered that maybe it was caused by him, he couldn't just walk away.

Patiently, Karenin stepped forward and asked: "I think you have misunderstood, I don't have to be in this seat. ”

After saying this, Karenin looked sternly at the waiter, after all, it was too indecent to make a lady cry on the spot.

The service opened his mouth a little bewildered: "I, I don't know what's going on, assure God that I didn't say anything that was too much to her. ”

Karenin wanted to say something, but the woman who was lying on the table and crying had already raised her head, a somewhat elongated face, a pair of emerald green eyes moist, and tears still hanging from it.

Karenin wanted to avoid looking at the other party's tears, but because he couldn't avoid them at this moment, his face tensed, and it looked a little scary.

"Oh my God, sir, it's not that I don't want to give up my seat, I'm just so happy, please forgive me!" The lady said with some excitement, and a few freckles on the bridge of her nose seemed to be shining.

Because the other party said that it was not because of him that he cried, Karenin finally became less nervous.

"Maybe it wasn't my fault, but I have to apologize to you." Karenin said.

Miss Garma Ward's cheeks were rosy, and she still looked excited.

"You are so good, you are so good, God said that as long as you persevere, good fortune will always come, and I believe it now, and lo and behold, I have just learned a great good news today, and now I have met you as a generous person."

Maybe the other party's expression was too happy, or maybe Karenin instinctively wanted to be closer to the happy mood of others after experiencing such unpleasantness.

"You just said it, and you got great news. I'm so happy for you, it must be wonderful. ”

"yes!"

The lady did not notice a temptation in Karenin's words, she only said with tears in her eyes: "I have been separated from my loved one for three years, we have not been in touch for two months, I have no money, and I am not in good health, but I cannot leave Moscow, because this is the only place where I can contact him, so I will think of a menu of snacks for this café." You see, sir, what I just found out, that's his handwriting, he's been here. ”

Miss Garma Ward's fingers trembled as she spoke, and she held the menu as if it were some kind of treasure, as if that were her only happiness.

"This is really great news, and I'm so happy for you." Karenin said.

Miss Garma Ward thanked him once again.

"Sit here, sir."

"No, I have to go." Karenin said, pausing, and then said in a soft tone, "You have shared with me a very beautiful story, and I wish you happiness, Miss Garma Ward." ”

"I wish you happiness too, sir!" Miss Garma Ward said sincerely and pleasantly.

Karenin came out of the café, and under the winter sun, he felt that his original boring and boring psychology was now calm.

Miss Garma Ward had been separated from her lover for three years, but she never gave up. What a contrary to common sense and reason, but it can't help but be touching.

The turquoise eyes did not bear any resemblance to the grey eyes, but the thought that one day those grey eyes would have the same look as the lady would give them a look, Karenin felt a sense of satisfaction in his chest.

Heavy, like fruit, with an illogical sense of pleasure and apprehension. In any case, I am reluctant to give up.

The sun shone through the heavy winter clouds, and wrapped around Karenin's body, and he stopped at the door for a while, and in the eyes of outsiders, it was only a matter of time to look at his clothes, and then the passers-by noticed that the well-dressed gentleman had straightened the hem of his clothes, and walked forward with firm steps.

After spending three hours with the local Moscow official, when the official and Karenin went to the bathroom, Slyuddin, who had followed him, bit his ear at Vlammykil.

"Didn't you see his face before?"

Vlamykiel glanced at the guy in front of him, and he could see everything from the other's brown curls to his big chestnut eyes.

"I don't think your uncle asked you to come here to collect the chief's gossip." Vlamykiel said unceremoniously.

Slyuddin blinked again: "But, don't you think it's strange? ”

Flammykiel spread out his little notebook, glanced at it, made some adjustments to his schedule according to the results of the conversation just now, and then said without looking up: "I think you are very strange, but I am not curious about what I shouldn't be curious about. ”

Slyuddin smiled: "Dear Vlamichir, of course you can be curious about any questions I have. ”

"Thanks, I'm not interested in your business, Mr. Slyudin, please stay away from me, according to the design principle of this sofa, it is obvious that your proximity has affected the range of other people's *space." Vlamykiel said lightly.

Slyuddin tried to move closer to Flammykiel, but was hit in the arm by the latter, with no light or heavy force, but he was actually smacked.

"Oh my God, are you really?"

"I never come to fake." Vlamykiel gave a smirk, then quickly reined and reverted to a hypocritical and dutiful look.

"I'm not gossiping, I'm just concerned, you know that my uncle is Mr. Karenin's only good friend." Slyudin muttered.

"Correction, Mr. Slyudin, Sir is not just a good friend of Dr. Culens, he has someone he has known since he was a student."

Slyuddin laughed.

"Don't think I don't know, a guy like that can't be said to be a friend, a mortal enemy."

"Mortal enemy?" Vlamykiel smiled, "I think you lifted the man up by that." ”

Slyudin took a closer look at Vlamykill's beautiful face, and then said, "Your mouth is actually really poisonous, but fortunately you have a good skin." ”

"Thanks for the compliment." Vlamykiel said gracefully, and then no longer spoke to Risliudin.

Poking, probing, and before that hand took his hand, Vlammykiel looked up from the itinerary and said lightly: "Are you telling me that your hands are itchy, and you suggest that I chop your hands off?" ”

Sludding shrank back in fear and retrieved his claws.

"Good, you'll be quiet, will you? Mr. Slyuddin. ”

The young man with curly brown hair nodded.

"Good." Vlamykiel said again, and then crossed off an item in the itinerary.

When Karenin and the official returned, all he saw was that his secretary and Dr. Cullens's nephew were very quiet.

At the end of the visit, Vlamykiel told Karenin about tomorrow's itinerary and afterwards told Karenin which hotel he and Slyuddin would stay in.

"Tomorrow I can come to my brother-in-law's house with Duke Oblonsky."

"Understood, sir." Flammykiel replied.

When Karenin was about to get into the carriage and go back, Slyudin suddenly stopped him from a short distance, and when he handed Karenin a large handful of fresh roses, the latter did not take them, but only frowned and was puzzled.

"Take it back and give it to your wife, Mr. Karenin." Slyuddin blinked.

Karenin glanced at Slyuddin, who laughed.

"You said you bought it and gave it to your wife, and I think everything will be fine."

Karenin's expression stiffened, he was thinking about what he had done to make others know about it so quickly, but he didn't have time to think when Slyuddin shoved the flowers into his arms.

"Please go back, flowers don't always have a long shelf life, but women love them."

At Slyuddin's urging, Karenin returned to Oblonsky's house with such a large bouquet of roses.

The servants were astonished, and several of the young maids saw them on the second floor, and chattered with each other about why the unsmiling aunt had come back with a handful of roses.

Grisha was playing with Nikolai in the courtyard, and when he saw Karenin's uncle returning with a large bouquet of red flowers, he realized that it was a big deal, so he twisted his chubby body and ran to Seryosha's room.

"Seryosha! Seryosha! ”

Grisha shouted, interrupting Seryosha, who was already reading books, and he wrung his little eyebrows, just like his father, but did not get angry.

"What's wrong?"

"Get out there and take a look! Your father came back with a big bouquet of flowers! Grisha made an exaggerated gesture and pulled Seryosha outside.

They were on the railing on the second floor, and Grisha pointed out to him.

"Look!"

Seryosha saw his father, and he saw the large bouquet of fiery red roses.

Seryosha knew what roses meant, of course, but it was his father! My father never gave my mother roses!

The boy's eyes widened, and he was still a little incredulous when he saw his father walking upstairs step by step.

Seryosha's expression made Karenin feel a little embarrassed, but he could not show it, so, as if nothing had happened, or, as if he was not holding a bouquet of red roses in his right hand, he asked in a flat, non-intoning voice: "Where is your mother, Seryosha?" ”

"She's in the study." Seryosha still stared, then replied dryly.

Karenin nodded, and then walked steadily towards the study. 166 Reading Network