Winston often saw the school gather the entire student body in the library at least two or three times a month to watch the few students who had made a mistake being dragged to the next room by the class president and beaten. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he himself is stubborn, of course, he can't escape similar encounters. But he refused to give in, and resisted with all his might, crying and kicking desperately when he was beaten, and at one point even trampled the headmaster's hard straw hat to pieces. He hated everything in his heart, and he missed the free life in his home.

At the end of the semester, according to the transcript issued by the school, he had studied history and geography well, while other subjects were poor. The school commented on him as "naughty" and "gluttonous". Mrs. Everist, his caring nanny, found multiple scars from the abuse on his body and called his mother to come and see him. Given that life at Ascott took a toll on Winston's health, it was later reported to the family physician Robertson. At Rose's suggestion, Winston was transferred to a school run by the Thomson sisters in Breton.

The environment in the new school was much more relaxed, although Winston? Churchill's stubborn and stubborn personality remained, and he remained the most unruly student in school, but he no longer had to worry about corporal punishment. The school offers more formal courses in English, French, history, classics and painting, as well as horseback riding, swimming and dancing. Winston made great progress in his studies at Breton School because he was in a good mood and less inhibited, but his grades were still not very good.

"Think about what to talk about with Mr. Lin Yiqing these days." Mrs. Churchill looked at her son and said softly.

"Okay, Mom." Little Winston nodded again and again, in fact, he already had an idea at this time, he had always admired Lin Yiqing who was born in the military, he believed that Lin Yiqing would be interested in military topics, but he didn't know if Lin Yiqing was willing to talk about these things with a 12-year-old boy.

Little Winston could not have imagined at this time that this meeting would change his life.

After dinner, little Winston had to part with his mother at once; She was going to talk to her father and go for a walk. When the weather is good, they gossip in the garden; If the heavens are not beautiful, they will have to stay in the small living room. She always thought, "It's a sin to be in the countryside and not come out." "On days when it rained heavily, she had to argue with little Winston's father, who would not let him go out and wanted to lock him up in the house to study." You do this," she said, "you can't make him strong and energetic; And this little guy especially needs to build up his physical strength and exercise his will. My father shrugged his shoulders and looked intently at the barometer because he loved to study the weather. As for the mother, at this time, she tried to tiptoe to make no noise, so as not to disturb the father. She looked at him tenderly and respectfully, but she didn't stare at him, not wanting to see through his self-conscious secret. No matter what the weather, my mother loved to go outside, even if it was stormy, even if the housekeeper was afraid that the precious wicker chairs would get wet and hurriedly moved them into the house, she would be alone in the garden, listening to the wind and rain, and also lifting the messy hair on the forehead, so that the head could be more exposed to the health function of wind and rain. She said, "It's finally a good breath of relief! She also walked along the path in the garden, treading with little steps and jumping up and down. The paths were recently so neatly and symmetrically decorated by a young gardener that he had imagined that he had no sense of naturalness; My father actually asked this person early this morning and asked if it would change. The mother's running was self-reciprocating, depending on the degree of the madness of the storm, the power of health care, the ignorance of little Winston's education, and the symmetrical layout of the garden. She didn't care if the expensive dress on her body would splash with muddy water, she had never had such a concern, but the height of the mud spots on her body always made her personal maid feel desperate, and she didn't know what to do.

Little Winston went upstairs to sleep, and the only consolation was that when he went to bed, his mother would come and kiss him. But her goodnight was too short, and she was quick to turn away, so that when he heard her footsteps coming upstairs, and when he heard her blue linen skirt with a few straw ribbons scurrying through the corridor with two doors, toward his room, he felt nothing but pain. This moment foretold that the mother would leave him and go downstairs, and the result was that he hoped that the good night he was so fond of would come as late as possible, and that the blank time that his mother was about to come up and had not yet come up would be as long as possible. On several occasions, after his mother had kissed him, he opened the door to leave, and he wanted to call her back and said, "Kiss me again." But he knew that she would be displeased at once, for she had gone upstairs to kiss him, and to give him a calm kiss was a concession to his sorrow, to my uneasiness, and had already displeased his father. My father thought that this kind of goodnight ritual was ridiculous. Mother also hated to let him give up this need, this habit, as soon as possible. She would not allow him to grow new problems, nor would she allow him to wait for her to come to the door before asking her to come back and kiss him, and besides, the slightest sight of her gloomy face would have completely destroyed the peace she had brought him a moment earlier. She had just bowed her warm face to my bed, as if she had given him holy bread during Holy Communion. His lips felt her presence, and he absorbed the power to sleep peacefully. On the whole, it was good that she could stay in his room for a while, even if it was short, than on the nights when there were too many guests and his mother could not come up to say goodnight to him.

After a few more days in the country, the Churchill family returned to London, and as soon as his mother arrived in London, she began to prepare with all her might for the upcoming banquet for the special envoy of the Qianguo.

The day of the banquet has finally arrived.

It is said that Lin Yiqing has completed his visit to the United Kingdom and is already planning to leave London. Lord Churchill extended an invitation to Lin Yat-ching, and he agreed to stay in London for a few more days in order to accept the cordial invitation, which naturally surprised the Churchill family - their opportunity to return to the social circle of the London aristocracy had finally arrived.

All thanks to little Winston's mother, she first wrote a sincere and tactful letter to Bertie, the Prince of Wales, which touched the Prince of Wales and resolved the resentment in his heart against the past. Lord Churchill's invitation had no qualms, and it made London's dignitaries dare to enter the door of Churchill's house.

When the bells adorn the crown of the church tower with twelve ephemeral flowers, and the lingering sound echoes around the tables, the feast begins as the people sit down in front of a plate decorated with a picture of the "One Thousand and One Nights."

The feast was extravagant. For in addition to eggs, ribs, potatoes, jams, scones, and other foods, which no longer need to be foreseen, and which are indispensable for every meal, the Mother also added a great deal of food according to the harvest of the nearby fields and orchards, the harvest of seafood, the supply of the market, the gifts of the neighborhood, and what her own culinary genius could provide, so that the recipes for this feast were like the four-sided reliefs that have been carved on the doors of cathedral over the centuries, reflecting to some extent the rhythm of the seasons and the rise and fall of life. There are plenty of fresh fish, because the fishmongers guarantee that they are particularly fresh; She added a lot of turkeys, because she happened to come across a flock of unusually fat ones in the market; Add a few bone marrow thistle soups, as she hadn't done it to her guests before; Add a few plates of roast leg of lamb, because you will have a good appetite after going outside to breathe in the fresh air, and you will have seven hours by the time you eat dinner, which will have enough time to roast the leg of lamb until the bones are deprived of flesh; Spinach is for a change of taste; Apricots are because they have just been put on the market and are rarely seen on the street; gooseberries are because they won't be able to eat them in half a month; The strawberries were specially sent by a fruit merchant; The cherry was the first fruit to be reproduced by the most famous cherry tree in the nearby orchard; Cheese is a favorite of people; The almond cake was made by her yesterday; The brioche ball bread is the contribution of the maids. In addition to the above-mentioned dishes, chocolate ice cream, specially prepared for the guests and especially for those who know the goods, was served, a personal work of Mrs. Churchill's ingenious and elaborate work, like a short, light poem for the occasion, in which all the author's intellect is encapsulated. Whoever refuses to taste it, saying "I'm done eating, I don't want to eat it", will immediately fall into the category of "big and coarse", which is equivalent to the artist giving him a work, the value of which lies in the author's intention and the author's signature, but he only values the weight of the work and the materials used in the work. Even leaving a drop of residual juice on a plate is rude to the extent that you stand up in front of the composer and walk away without listening to a song.

And little Winston, who has a "gluttonous" comment, did not eat so much that he couldn't leave the table this time, and his attention completely attracted Lin Yiqing.

He is not the only one who worships Lin Yiqing.

Lin Yiqing speaks English extremely fluently, and speaks with a sense of melodic flow, and he often quotes some ancient phrases, and some phrases, although they are simple and commonly used, but he places them in a prominent position, as if deliberately expressing a special preference for them; In short, inserting a word or two into his elegant words, a coarse tone, it goes without saying that little Winston would feel that his most touching charm lies in this. He touched little Winston's heart more than once. Let little Winston feel: The universe is so big, how can the senses get a glimpse of the whole leopard, if there is no guidance from a wise man like Lin Yiqing, how many aspects of heaven and earth are beyond his weak perception to distinguish!

Little Winston genuinely wanted to hear Lin Yiqing's views on all things, even if it was a metaphor, especially those things that he might have the opportunity to see, especially the ancient buildings of the Qianguo Kingdom and the scenery of certain coastal areas, because he repeatedly mentioned them in the books of some famous writers describing Oriental experiences, which shows that the author believes that there is a wealth of meaning and beauty in these things. It's a pity that Lin Yiqing is secretive about almost everything. Little Winston had no doubt that Lin Yiqing's opinion must be completely different from his, because it came from the strange world he was trying to climb up to. Little Winston was convinced that all his ideas seemed to the most brilliant wise man to be mere incompetence, so he simply overturned them all. But he occasionally found in Lin Yiqing's words that he had had thought in the past, and his heart swelled up at once, as if some god had mercy on him and returned that thought to him, and declared it reasonable and beautiful. Sometimes, Lin Yiqing's casual words have exactly the same meaning as the letters that little Winston wrote to his nanny and mother at night when he was insomnia, and his words seemed to be a compilation of synopsis on the heads of little Winston's letters, and even when he began to want to write them down, some sentences he always felt that he was not precise enough to make up his mind to continue writing, so he looked for the equivalent way of writing from Lin Yiqing's words. He will only be happy when he finds it in his words. When he made up his own sentences, intent on making the text properly reflect what his thoughts captured, and at the same time worried about "falling into the trap", he was not in a hurry. He carefully weighed whether what he wrote was as good as he could have been. But in reality, all he really loves is such phrases and ideas. His insatiable search for dry bowels is in itself a sign of love, a love that has no joy but is deep. So, when he suddenly found the same phrase in the words of an Oriental, that is, when he did not have to think about the words himself, and hesitated for meticulousness, he was finally able to taste the taste of it, like a cook who occasionally does not cook, and finally has time to taste delicious food.

"My dear Excellency, has my son been pestering you for too long?" Mrs. Churchill finally noticed that her son's performance today seemed to be a little excessive, and she couldn't help but say, "Winston, what did you say to His Excellency the Earl?" ”

"No, ma'am, it is a pleasure for me to talk to your son." Lin Yiqing replied with a smile, "Your son is very intelligent, his knowledge is very extensive, and he knows far more things than children of the same age. ”

"I'm very happy to hear you say that." Jenny. Jerome glanced at her son, and he became a little embarrassed by his mother's gaze, "But, I have to tell you, Your Excellency, that Winston did not do well in school, and I have always feared that he would not finish his studies and go astray. ”

Hearing his mother express her disappointment in front of Lin Yiqing without hesitation, little Winston's mood suddenly fell to the bottom.

"You are completely wrong, ma'am." Lin Yiqing shook his head with a smile and pulled little Winston to his side, "School grades don't mean anything, I can make a clear prediction for your son Winston here." ”

Hearing Lin Yiqing's words, Mrs. Churchill's eyes widened in surprise, and the surrounding guests also fell silent for a moment.

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