On a June day, the sky is not bright, the air is carrying the nectar of yesterday night, people walking outside can't help but feel uncomfortable for the cool air, but Geng Daquan has never been so enthusiastic today for some reason, he didn't sleep all night last night, just thinking that the sky can be bright soon. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After several twists and turns, he came to the British Embassy in China, and what came out was a British man in China, Geng Daquan knew that there was probably a mistake in sending the letter, so he took the letter and showed it to the other party, but the Englishman was taken aback first, "Oh, it's you?" ”

"You are?" Geng Daquan only thought that the other party knew him, so he asked, this British man looked very normal, with green eyes and a high nose, but he couldn't remember when he met.

I only heard him explain in stiff Chinese: "Oh, we don't know each other. ”

"You just now?" Geng Daquan is even more unclear about the situation.

"This ...... This letter is mine. ”

Of course, Geng Daquan knew that the letter was written by him, otherwise he would not have found it here.

"When did you get this letter?" The Englishman looked at the letter carefully and asked.

"Yesterday."

"Oh, just yesterday?"

"It was a postman who delivered it himself yesterday."

"Do you know the author of the letter, Robert. Hurd. The Englishman pointed to the letter and wondered.

"I didn't know it." When Geng Daquan first met, he thought he was Robert. Hurd, but since he asked, it can be seen that he is not. He told him all the things he had received, and at the same time he had mistaken the letters of his friends.

"Is this really unexpected?" The Yingren's face was full of incredulity, as if he knew Geng Daquan's doubts, and saw him dip the teacup in water and press it on the envelope, pointing to the fibers on the cover and saying: "You see, this paper does not melt when exposed to water, it is made by the rubber tree in Indonesia, and it has not been produced again ten years ago." ”

Although Geng Daquan was surprised by the Englishman's familiarity with paper, he also understood why he was surprised to see him at first. Originally, a letter written ten years was not responded to ten years later, and it is not strange who put it on anyone.

The Englishman opened the cover again, unfolded it into a rectangle, and walked under the electric lamp, raised the cover and looked at the light for a long time, his expression was extremely focused, "Please look at it again?" ”

Geng Daquan stepped forward to take a look, and in the lower right corner of the cover, it was written: Ma Gu name, three big characters. This is written directly with a hard pen, but there is no ink, so it is difficult to be seen, but under the light, how can the sharp metal nib not leave traces!

Needless to say, the first owner of this letter was a guy named Ma Guming. It's clear, Robert. Hurd wrote a letter to ask for help from Ma Guming ten years ago, but he never received a reply, and somehow ended up in Geng Daquan's hands.

"Who is this Ma Gu name, since it was a letter ten years ago, why is he changing the letter now?" Geng Daquan did not have this person among the people he knew.

"If you don't know me, I don't know me, but the person who instructed it all was my father, Robert Brown. Hurd, and I know that he has indeed sent a lot of letters over the past ten years. ”

Since this matter had nothing to do with Geng Daquan, he had no reason to stay any longer.

"It may have been a misunderstanding, but I still hope that you will meet my father, and in half a month my father will be returning to England on the Queen's Ship, and he will certainly hope to draw a happy end to this matter."

According to Evan, his father had been in China for more than 40 years, and it was no longer possible for him to return to England. Hurd, a big man who is no stranger to China, once served as the chief tax department of the Qing Customs, and was later promoted to the rank of Zhengyipin, and has never held such an important position in China as a foreigner.

Geng Daquan had never known a big man, even a man who was about to die, after leaving the embassy, he wandered idly through the streets of City A, thinking all the time about what kind of trouble people like them would have to go so hard to ask for help, and what could he do for them! And what kind of secrets will this strange envelope have?

At this time, a rickshaw came galloping and scolded: "You don't have long eyes, so that the yellow dog can kill you!" ”

When he came back to his senses, he realized that the other party was scolding him, and he was stunned for a while before he said, "Yellow dog? What a good name. ”

It wasn't long before the rain started to fall, and the crowds in the streets were scurrying around like a frying pan. A fully loaded tram was crowded into a crowd, and the rain outside the window chased it, far and near, sometimes as if it were in front of you. However, the tram is like a beast on a bolt, trampling its limbs vigorously to get out of its situation.

Geng Daquan was in the car, the windows were tightly closed, the crowd was next to each other, and the wet water stains on the floor had penetrated the entire carriage during sleep.

For some reason, Geng Daquan suddenly remembered the pig in the fence, and when he first went in, the shouts resounded through the sky, and his face was red. However, when the pigs were locked in the fence, they made no sound, and lay on their stomachs very comfortably, as if they were just a housewarming of the house. Geng Daquan knew very well in his heart that if someone told them at this time, even if they revealed a little detail, a disaster would be inevitable.

The tram went round and round, but it didn't get Geng Daquan where he needed it, but the rain didn't show up again, and after a brief stop he rushed down, and when he was completely down, he realized that it was a place he was not familiar with.

It was dark in City A very quickly, as soon as the sun set, it would not be long before the moon appeared in the sky above the east, just as Geng Daquan was glad to understand that it was the car sitting in the opposite direction, the already scattered figures on the street had long since disappeared, and some myopic eyes could not distinguish between east and west, north and south, let alone the way home.

City A under the darkness is surprisingly quiet at the moment, and the streets and alleys are like giant beasts with open mouths, waiting for lonely soul-like people. Consciously or unconsciously, the loneliness that has always accompanied him has hit his heart, and it always lingers.

There's no shortage of loners in the city, and late at night always offers a better vibe.

The beggars under the neon lights, the shadows floating behind the eaves, the strange black cats on the roof, and the immovable bonfires on the river in the distance are all telling the world about its loneliness.

Geng Daquan struggled to climb a tower, a power gate that carried electrical circuits to the city, and was dotted and erected. Looking at the sky from the bottom to the top, bending and extending, and then on the contrary, it is not an exaggeration for the ancients to describe heaven and earth as an inverted iron pot, which is what he sees in his eyes at this moment, and this iron pot has covered him and the city of A tightly.

It is true that Geng Daquan has entered institutions of higher learning, and it is not so narrow.

Fortunately, he had not forgotten his mission, but it was not easy to find the small building where he lived in the jagged buildings like the sea, not to mention whether he could see it standing here, but he happened to be able to see it, and it was so easy to distinguish it in the night.

Just when Geng Daquan thought that there was nothing to be done, he found a circular spire building, which was extremely similar to the bell tower near his residence.

At first, Geng Daquan wondered if he could find bridges and other buildings, which were easier to distinguish, but when he paid attention, he realized that there were too many bridges, and he couldn't tell the difference at all. So I turned my gaze closer, and although my vision was much better, most of the houses were sparse and ordinary, and there was no difference between tall and low, so I had to check carefully. After a long time, he noticed a strange person walking back and forth in an alley, and the tallest building around it was a circular spire.

Geng Da circled down the tower, and when he followed the path for only a moment, he took a closer look at the bell tower, and then completely regained his sense of direction, which was only ten miles away from the small building where he lived. In the direction, he got up and ran again without stopping, but before he had walked for ten minutes, at a corner, he had just reached the intersection when suddenly a white shadow rushed straight towards him.

With a "snap", Geng Daquan couldn't dodge, and his cheek seemed to have been whipped by something. Then I saw a white shadow rush past, and in the blink of an eye, it was gone. The speed was as fast as a ghost, if it weren't for Geng Daquan's faintly aching cheeks telling the truth of what had just happened, he would have thought he was dazzled.

Geng Daquan stopped for a long time, scolded a few words in his mouth to comfort and had to hurry, on the tower to see the bell tower from the small building of the residence is only a palm away, the reality to walk step by step is another to say, not to mention that the road is not necessarily a straight line, indispensable to the corner of the alley, a while and a half will not be able to arrive, so there is no hurry, just go out for a walk at night.

If you walked about a stick of incense, there was also a person not far away, and the road was not wide enough to pass a carriage at most, and when you got closer, you found that it was a young woman, with long hair and long clothes. Just as Geng Daquan wondered how a young woman was wandering around at night, the woman suddenly said, "Can this gentleman take me out of here?" ”

Geng Daquan was taken aback, so much so that he looked back twice as if he didn't believe it to make sure that someone was coming from behind, and then he wondered, "Are you talking to me?" ”

"Can you take me out of here, sir?" The woman repeated her previous request.

Geng Daquan only looked at the woman's eyes carefully at this time, the others were ordinary, neither beautiful nor ugly, but his face was pale, almost ash-like complexion, which made people wonder if he was sick and uncomfortable, and at the same time thought that he had nothing to worry about when he had no long things, so he asked: "Where are you going?" ”

The woman froze for a moment, lowered her head as if to say, "Where are you going?" Where am I going? ”

"I'll ask you." Geng Daquan had to interrupt her muttering.

"Haha" The woman laughed a few times and suddenly said: "Where else can I go, I can't go anywhere!" Haha....haha. ”

"Ahsan...................."

A heart-wrenching call arose out of thin air.

The woman's laughter stopped abruptly, and her slightly trembling shoulders also stopped, with unwillingness and despair on her face.

Geng Daquan was also shocked by this sudden sound, and when he turned around, he saw a middle-aged man in white clothes walking in the dark, his eyes were round and majestic, and he saw that he glanced at the woman, but did not speak, and the voice he had just heard sounded in his ears.

"Ahsan................"

The woman struggled painfully for a long time, and finally seemed to be overcome by something, and then reluctantly replied, "Yes." ”

Everything seemed to be in the hands of the middle-aged man, his face did not change in the slightest, and the two of them walked in front of Geng Daquan's eyes one after the other, as if he did not exist at all, the white shadow appeared, and in a trance, Geng Daquan saw the braids on the back of the middle-aged man's head for some reason, and said loudly: "It's you!" ”

The shout interrupted the middle-aged man's footsteps, only to see him slowly turn around and look at Geng Daquan's body, his eyes revealed a little doubt, and then he was relieved, and said with a smile: "Young people still don't come out at night." ”

Geng Daquan was like a test after this incident, and he didn't know how to return to his residence in a daze, only remembering that the nightmare invaded at night, and he was no longer the same as a white man in the sky, both physically and mentally not as good as before.