The first update

"Hahaha, Jesus, it's funny."

When Turgenev expressed his opinion, Garion couldn't help but laugh out loud, accidentally choking on saliva, and in an instant the laughter turned into a violent cough. It was particularly harsh on an empty and uninhabited deck.

The shrill chirping of the seagulls combined with Garion's laughter looked a little weird.

Turgenev looked a little embarrassed, and he didn't know why he suddenly had such a strange thought, and he didn't know why he said it. But at that moment, he seemed to see the shadow of a saint from Garian's body.

However, Garion then leaned back against the railing, stared at the white seagulls flying overhead, and hummed a song softly.

And this song made Turgenev feel shocked.

"There has never been a savior, nor has it relied on the immortal emperor, and it is all up to us to create the happiness of mankind by ourselves......"

When the familiar melody that had not been heard in his ears for a long time sounded again, Turgenev's heart could not calm down for a long time.

"The Internationale?"

It occurred to him that it had been rumored that the song was composed by revolutionary prisoners in prison, and that there was another theory that it was composed by Garion, after all, he had suddenly sung it in the streets of Paris shortly after his release from the central prison.

"Is this song really written by Lord Garion? At the beginning, this song was sung all over Paris. ”

Turgenev asked, "We have not asked His Excellency Garion for confirmation before, and we are all curious. Did you write the lyrics for this song? ”

Garion, who was standing in front of him, didn't show any emotion, but said indifferently, "Does Your Excellency Turgenev like to eat eggs?" ”

I don't know why Garion suddenly asked this question, but he still answered honestly, "Eggs? Well, I like it, what's wrong? ”

"Presumably, when His Excellency Turgenev tastes the delicacy of eggs, he doesn't care which chicken lays the eggs, right?"

Garion smiled meaningfully, catching Turgenev off guard.

Turgenev had found the answer, and Garion didn't want to attract too much attention from the Bonaparte government because of the Internationale, and he didn't want to continue to bask and fish on Britain's easternmost island, like his old man.

"It's interesting, I didn't think there was such a metaphor. It seems that I don't have to ask. Thank you again, Lord Galian. ”

The wind and waves on the sea gradually increased, and the two turned and returned to the cabin.

When the whistle sounded, Garion poked his head out of the room and looked forward, and by this time he was already close to the British port, and he even saw sailors standing at the docks, busy carrying the luggage of passengers.

With his left hand clutching the ticket and his right hand carrying his suitcase, Garion followed the flow of people disembarking and walked in the direction of the dock. After a bump and a lot of grumbling around him, he stood on English soil with his feet on the ground.

The sea breeze is like a knife, blowing on the cheeks, and there is a faint pain.

It's been almost a year since I spent the winter on Baker Street.

"Your Excellency Garrian, let's leave it at that, and wait until the rumors of Paris have passed, and then you can go back."

Turgenev made his way down the Midway River to Gates Hill in Rochester, where he prepared to visit Dickens, a hidden writer.

"Goodbye, Your Excellency Turgenev."

Garian's destination is to travel to London to meet Carl. He bought a train ticket and stepped on a train to London.

The platform was overcrowded, and the richly dressed gentlemen with suitcases stood on the platform, impatiently pulling out their pocket watches and counting the time, and the poor people who had gone to London to make a living curled up and leaned against the corners to resist the cold temperatures as much as possible. From time to time, I look up to see if the train has arrived.

The train slowly approached the platform, causing a commotion in the crowd, and Garion was in the middle of the crowd, and he clearly felt a force pushing him forward, and Garion's hand tightly held the ticket and suitcase, which were all his belongings.

"Hurry up, don't be rubbing, get in the car."

The conductor who spoke this southern English accent didn't have time to check the tickets one by one, urging them to get on the train quickly. After being squeezed onto the subway by the crowd, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his wet palms on his pants.

After finding a place to sit down, Garion pulled out a copy from his suitcase and prepared to pass the time. A few pages had just been opened, when a stranger suddenly sat down in the opposite place, and stuffed his large box directly under the table.

Garion raised his head and frowned slightly, obviously disturbing himself by the other party's rude movements, but the man was unaware, and smiled at Garion, pointed to the book in his hand, and said, "Do you like Hugo very much?" I'm also a fan of his books. ”

"Okay...... ......."

Garion scratched his head and said, "He's just right to pass the long time on the train, it's too long, there's always something to do." ”

After saying that, Garion planned to continue to bury his head in his studies, but the other party seemed to want to stir up a conversation, he looked out the window and said, "Are you heading to London?" So do I, it rains in Great Britain at this time, and the cold is unbearable. ”

That's when Garion really started to look at the man in front of him, he was wearing a brown trench coat, and he looked like he had gone through a long journey, and he didn't even have time to shave the beard off his face. Garion noticed that his leather shoes and trouser legs were covered in mud, and that one button on his waistcoat had fallen off, and he didn't look like a pampered rich man, like a small citizen running around for three meals a day.

"I'm coming from Paris to stay in London for a few days."

Garion made an excuse to dismiss the stranger's accosting. He closed the book and prepared to squint for a moment, quietly waiting for the train to arrive.

The other party seemed to notice Garion's vigilant gaze, and the middle-aged man realized his abruptness and hurriedly apologized.

"Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet, but my name is Wolfer, William Wolfer, and I'm a newspaper editor."

The hand that was about to turn the page suddenly stopped, and Garion raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses in front of him.

"Your name is William Wolfer?"

"Yes, William Wolfer, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Garion asked hesitantly, "I would venture to ask, what are you going to do to London?" ”

He nodded enthusiastically and said, "I'm going to London for a conference." ”