Mr. Hudson is a widower whose wife of Indian origin died two years ago and has not remarried since. He had a son who was born in Hyderabad, the same year as Lamu and fifteen years old.

Mr. Hudson met Lamu on the street and was attracted by the boy's mixed-race appearance, and he was looking for an errand boy who could also be his son's playmate. The elder Hudson loved his deceased wife dearly, so he doted on little Hudson, and whenever his son asked him, he tried to meet it.

Old Hudson had asked someone to investigate Lamu beforehand, and the Indian detective had walked around the street and replied that he was an ordinary street boy and an untouchable Dalit pariah. Obviously, this guy just asked someone casually, and after finding out that he was a pariah, he didn't continue to investigate.

Hudson believed the detective, and relented, he asked his Indian butler to come to Lamu and ask him if he would like to be his sidekick.

This was a completely unexpected surprise for Lamu, who agreed to Hudson's offer without much thought.

Since then, Lamu has moved into the Hudson family's mansion, following the elder Hudson to work during the day and living in the utility room by the kitchen at night. Hudson was a senior railroad engineer who worked only three days a week, and he had few special hobbies, spending his free time socializing or playing bridge at home with a few friends. At such times, Lamu becomes Hudson's sidekick and playmate, following behind his master, running errands for him, and at the same time keeping him safe.

Little Hudson was a little unattractive, he had already begun to gain weight at the age of fifteen, and his personality was also a little cowardly and inferior, and he was often ostracized by his classmates at school, and he prayed that God would give him a friend, and the old Hudson sent Lamu to him. So Lamu became Rajit. Hudson's best friend, the two of them are inseparable together whenever they are free. Lamu also likes Rajat very much, not only because the other party is also a mixed race, but also because the other party does not have the concept of caste in his head at all.

In Rajit. In Hudson's eyes, Lamu was a good friend of his equal status, and Rajette and Lamu talked almost nothing, and soon there were no secrets between the two. Lamu trusts Rajet very much, but he also has reservations about this friend, such as not deliberately reminding him of his Dalit identity.

It was the happiest time of Lamu's life, and he was even ready to live a dull and fulfilling life in the Hudson family, and at the same time he was determined to bury his past deeply, just like he once missed his parents.

The work for the old Hudson was not a heavy one, he was a very kind master, and sometimes he would reproach Lamu for doing something wrong, but he usually treated this half-breed henchman like family, and Lamu regarded himself as a member of the family.

Although Lamu did a lot of illegal things while wandering the streets, the boy's personal qualities were not bad, at least he was a grateful man, and Mr. Hudson gave him the opportunity to change his fate, so he did not hesitate to show his loyalty to Hudson.

Lamu benefited greatly from his time at Hudson's home, and under the careful tutelage of the two Hudsons, Lamu soon learned the basics of reading and writing. He was like a sponge absorbing knowledge like crazy, and showed such an excellent talent for learning that he quickly became blue, and in just two years, he was able to complete Rajette's daily homework.

Mr. Hudson was promoted, and he spent more time at home, and I don't know when the old Hudson became obsessed with astrology, and spent a lot of time in his study every day. Rajat had already entered high school and began living in the school's dormitories. Schools do not object to students bringing their own servants, which is a common practice in India, and many high-caste students even have their own servants go to class for them. But Rajat didn't want Lamu to be with him, not that he didn't trust Lamu anymore, he already regarded the latter as his brother, but he also learned what a Dalit was, and he didn't want to see Lamu insulted at school.

So Lamu's time became free, and with the permission of the elder Hudson, Lamu found a part-time job next door, where a retired British colonel lived, and he went to clean the colonel's yard every afternoon, and served the colonel for afternoon tea. The colonel had hired an Indian servant to do the work, but the servant had fallen ill during this time, so he hired Lamu to replace him.

After another three years, Rajat finally graduated from high school, and he was not going to go to university in India, but wanted to return to England to continue his education.

But the plan is disrupted by reality, because Mr. Hudson's health is in trouble. Although the British had colonized India for a century and a half, except for a few important cities that were slightly modernized, the ordinary countryside still remained pristine, and the elder Hudson went to a new railway construction site to give technical guidance, where he contracted a severe tropical disease, and although the team doctor gave him quinine, the elder Hudson still had diarrhea and a severe high fever.

By the time the railroad company sent the elder Hudson back to Hyderabad, he was so sick that he looked like a wheezing skeleton. The elder Hudson did not have time to explain anything to Rajit, and he remained in a deep coma, and two days later the kind railway engineer took his last breath in a British hospital in Hyderabad.

Rajat was orphaned, and the elder Hudson had few relatives back home, and he left little inheritance to his son.

It's hard to believe that Hudson Sr. was a senior railroad engineer with a fairly good salary, and at the same time he usually did some investment business, so people had the impression that he should be a wealthy intellectual.

No one knows where the old Hudson threw his money, some people say that he owes a lot of money to the investor after the failure of the investment, and the previous savings are used to repay the loan, and some people say that the old Hudson gambles with people outside and loses all his property, anyway, there are all kinds of speculations, the only thing that is certain is that Mr. Hudson has only more than two hundred pounds left in his bank account now, and if Rajat can't find a job soon, he will soon not be able to pay the rent.

The burden of his family suddenly fell on Rajt's shoulders, and he was just a young man who had just turned 20 and had never worked outside the home. Having lost a steady source of income, he had to save money, and the family could no longer afford to hire housekeepers and servants, so Rajat dismissed the cooks and housekeepers and all the servants and prepared to replace them with a cheap apartment.

Lamu did not choose to leave, he insisted on staying with Rajett, and he said that it was old Mr. Hudson who brought him back from the streets, rescued him from the fire pit, so that he did not become a robber and a criminal, and he would never leave until the Hudson family was repaid.

From that day on, the two young men began to depend on each other, and although the days became very difficult, Lamu's heart was very peaceful. Rajat got a job as a tabloid reporter and ran around all day, and Lamu went to work at a spice shop every morning, and in the afternoon rushed to the retired colonel's house to clean the yard for the other party, and listened to the old colonel boast about his past experiences.

The two young men worked very hard and life gradually began to get better, Rajat began to have savings, and he still dreamed of continuing his education in the country, and every month he would save some money for future tuition. Lamu was happy for his friend, and he dreamed of following Rajat to the legendary city of Great Britain, where no one was said to have a caste system and no need to introduce himself to people under a pseudonym.

Lamu called himself Amir. Diesser's pseudonym is that of a young man from a Vaishya family in western India, otherwise the owner of the spice shop would never have let a Dalit in.

The days passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye, Rajat and Lamu were twenty-three years old, and Rajat had finally saved enough money for him and Lamu to study and live in England, and when the work at hand was over, he was ready to resign from the newspaper manager, and then he could go to England to enjoy the university campus life he had been looking forward to.

Rajett's last job was to travel to the port of Karachi to do an interview with a British theatre actor. Lamu still remembers the scene when Rajat left his residence that day, the best friend standing on the sidewalk with a round smile on his face, waving vigorously to himself on the windowsill.

Originally, it was said that it would be a two-day round trip, but Lamu waited until the third day, and Rajat still did not appear. Lamu was getting anxious when he received a phone call from the Karachi police, in which an officer informed him in blunt Indian English that he should immediately rush to Karachi with his friend's identification and claim Rajit. Hudson's body.

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