Fr. Fell came to China in 1895 and has since served as bishop in five cities: Hong Kong, Guangzhou, Zhuhai, Xiamen and Shantou. In January 1912, when the Republic of China was founded, Father Fair came to Nanjing with the British Consulate in Guangzhou to congratulate him, and by the way, he stayed at the Infirmman Church on the outskirts of the city, which was nine years. With the exception of a visit to his sister in London five years ago, who lived on Baker Street, Fr. Fell devoted almost the rest of his life to this thousand-year-old ancient China.

In the reception room on the second floor of the church, a faint fire had been lit in the fireplace, and John was adding wood to it, which made us feel a ray of warmth when we had just come in from the empty hall downstairs. On the high table under the windowsill is an enamel vase with freesia and lilies, and the fragrance of Monet adds a touch of tranquility to the paintings of Monet hanging on the wall.

The priest sat down in the chair by the window, where he usually sits, and turned to John, who was still adding wood, and said, "John, coffee!"

“yes。”

John responded, and before leaving, he didn't forget to ask me, "Sister Zhao, do you still want to put more milk?"

My brother had already walked to the other side and sat down, and when he saw John asking me, he couldn't help but look back curiously: "Do you add milk to coffee?" Do you want to put more? ”

I was embarrassed by the question, and I had to answer stiffly: "I'm afraid of bitterness, and adding more milk can dilute the bitter taste."

The senior brother shrugged his shoulders and continued: "Oh, you can add more sugar cubes instead of milk"

I gritted my teeth, he must have done it on purpose. The last time I was in the café opposite Rong's Department Store, he knew that I didn't like sugar. I said viciously: "John, I have a bad mouth, I will add my share of sugar to Young Master Gu later, he loves sugar."

"Okay." John smiled at Mimi and went to serve coffee.

Gu Shaoqing pursed his lips and sat down honestly to listen to the priest's analysis.

Haizhu sat down next to me, squeezed his eyes at me, and smiled mysteriously: "Ah Zhao, you are finally back to normal." It's still Senior Brother Gu who has a way, as soon as he comes, you'll be fine. ”

I glanced at her and secretly laughed: "What do you say? It's hard for me to cry all day long. ”

"That's different, the first few **** also laughed, but it was a forced smile, different from today. Today you are smiling at the corners of your eyes and eyebrows. ”

I listened, hammered her, and muttered, "Didn't he come today?" And his illness was cured. ”

"Who? Who's coming? Shifang interjected narrowly, and gave a burst in the direction where the two of us were: "I don't listen to the priest's analysis well, I actually deserted, and I listened to Mr. in class like this?"

I was angry, pretending to be angry, and said, "It's not your wife who provoked me first, I don't want to listen to it?"

"Yo Yo, you haven't forgotten your kung fu of beating a rake, I just thought that our little Ah Zhao had become Lin Daiyu this month, but I didn't expect it to change back to Shi Xiangyun."

I pushed away the chair I had just sat down and was about to get up and hit him, but Shifang had already taken the first step and called out to the priest like a child: "Father, father." Ah Zhao hit me! ”

The priest smiled helplessly, and said to Gu Shaoqing on the side: "They, the three of them, are like this. Every time - comes, always first - fight. ”

"Coffee, coffee, coffee is coming." Holding his head, Shifang scurried around the room while hiding behind John, who had just come in with a tray.

John grinned: "Sister Ah Zhao doesn't have to worry about me, I'll be steady, just fight!"

When the crowd heard this, they laughed. Even John helped me to see what that guy from Tong Shifang would do?

The music on the organ drifted like a strong wind down the long window on the second floor into the reception room. Because it was Sunday, the choir next door was rehearsing the songs to be sung at the Christmas party. It was gloomy morning, and the snow was falling outside the window at this time, and it became more and more that the fire in the room was burning brightly, and everyone's face was red, but the heart, like this suddenly gloomy weather, became unpredictable.

"In this way, Han Ma may not be an internal ghost!"

"Yes, Shaoqing. The fact that Han did not have an alibi simply illustrates that she did not have a problem. ”

"But father, Han's mother is a drop of blood, which is what spy means." Haizhu said.

"No, what the father means is that if Han Ma is an internal ghost, she will know the relationship between me and Ah Zhao as soon as possible, and she will be notified immediately. However, there has been no news from the outside world so far, which is why I am puzzled. ”

When I heard this, I also remembered something: "Senior brother, the last time you broke me up at Min Ye's place, weren't you asking Han Ma's connector?"

Gu Shaoqing's eyes were heavy, and he didn't say it immediately. However, Shifang next to him listened and asked, "You said that you injured the boss of the Green Gang?"

I nodded.

At this time, the snow was falling heavily outside the house, and after a while, the flower beds were densely covered with white slag. John stood on the top of the flower bed, vigorously sweeping the snow accumulated on the platform, and the pink scalp was covered with snow-white ice slag, like bayberry dipped in fine sugar, which made people look quite cute.

John is 12 years old this year, and when he was 3 years old, he was picked up by a priest from the nursery, and since then he has followed him as a foreign monk. I saw that he was wearing a black robe, holding a broom in his hand, and he was seriously fighting against the heavy snow, and the cross on his chest moved with his body, and he was warmly moved in the eyes of people. This child did not become self-pitying because of his own life experience, but because of the priest's upbringing, he had more perseverance that other children did not have, and this perseverance will pave the light for his future life.

Inside the house, Gu Shaoqing's calm voice continued: "Master Min said that the person who connected Han Ma passed away three years ago. As for whether she is currently working for others, it is unknown. ”

The person who joined the joint has passed away? Also three years ago? My head was buzzing and suddenly it was a mess. It's like having a path to guide you to your destination, but at a critical moment you are told that the road is broken, so find another way! That scene only made people want to cry, and their father and mother scratched their ears and cheeks.

The priest stood up at this moment, shook his black robe, and said to us kindly: "It's late, so you can have lunch here with me?"

In the dining room on the other side of the dome, Haizhu and I sat on the left side of the table, my brother and Shifang sat on the right, John was setting the tableware, and after the priest took the lead in taking a seat, I smiled and called the lovely little John to the left and sat down.

With Irish turkey on a large plate and a blue-rimmed plate next to each of our seats, the Westerners' lunch is not as complicated as the Chinese style, with two or three slices of sandwich bread per person, plus a few slices of grilled bacon and ham, accompanied by a shiny champagne, it is a hearty lunch.

Before the departure, the crowd prayed to God with the priest and thanked the Lord for the abundant food he had given us. At the moment when I finished the cross on my chest, I saw Haizhu winking at me, which was the code word we used to do when we were young, and she blinked before eating, presumably to have something to say to me.

"Ah Zhao, I seem to have seen Mu Bo just now!"

"What?" I looked up in surprise, not sure of my voice, "Haizhu, you're not mistaken, right?" ”

"I'm not sure, looking at the back is very similar, but what is Mu Bo doing here? Is it here to pick you up? ”

I have been coming to Infieldan Church since I was a child, and I also have the phone number of the church deacon at home, if someone at home looks for me, it should not be so troublesome, just a phone call. Unless someone has come here to do something else in the name of looking for me, he will know that I am dining here if he asks the deacon, so why should he look for me room by room? Thinking of this, I put down my knife and fork, said sorry to the priest, and immediately chased after him. If Hai Zhu's view is true, Mu Bo should not have gone far at this time.

When I went out of the diner's door, the long hallway was empty, and it was lunch break, and the choir girls had stopped early and returned to their rooms to rest. Due to the hurry of walking, I didn't even have time to explain to my senior brother Duojia before I ran out, and when I saw that there was no Mu Bo in the corridor, I thought I was too suspicious. However, I was about to walk back when a noise in the corner of the building regained my attention.

One step, two steps, three steps, I held my breath, tried to take my steps as lightly as possible, learned the movements of the protagonist in the suspense novel, and walked to the unknown corner that made my heart beat faster.

However, before I could reach the top of the stairs, the door of the room next to me suddenly opened, and a tall figure quickly pulled me into the corner room, and closed the western door of the room with a click.