It's a tasteful room, albeit with old-school comfort rather than modern style, with a hearty breakfast set and two ladies seated at the table.

Lao Li was meticulous and waited for them. He fixed his position somewhere between the cutlery rack and the dining table—straight, head tilted back, slightly sideways, left leg forward, right hand in vest, left hand clutched to a tray, clinging to his side—and he knew at a glance that he was a man who had a great sense of his worth and importance.

One of the two ladies is very old. However, her back was straight, comparable to the high-backed oak chair she sat in. She dresses with great care, and the small concessions to fashion taste are wonderfully kneaded into the old-fashioned clothes, which not only do not detract from style, but highlight the effect of the old-school style.

She looked solemn, her hands crossed on the table in front of her, and her eyes, which had not dimmed in the slightest with the passage of time, stared intently at the young lady at the same table.

This young lady was radiant and at the right age, she was not yet seventeen years old, and she could be said to be naturally beautiful, quiet and elegant in appearance, pure and charming, and the earthly world did not seem to be her place of residence, nor was the mundane of the mortal world her kind.

The intelligence that shone in her deep eyes, on her noble forehead, seemed to be quite rare for her age or in the world.

However, the gentleness and grace of her manners, the thousand rays of light that illuminated the whole face, leaving no shadow, and especially her smile, that smile of joy and happiness—all this was done to create peace and happiness at home, by the fireside.

She hurriedly took care of the trivial matters at the table, and occasionally raised her eyes, and found that the old lady was looking at her intently, so she playfully brushed her hair from her forehead to the back, and smiled with a smile on her face, revealing warmth and innocent love, and even the gods would smile when they looked at her.

"The tinkerer has been on the road for over an hour, has he?" The old lady asked with a moment's hesitation.

"More than an hour, ma'am." Lao Li grabbed a black ribbon, took out a silver-shelled pocket watch, looked at it, and replied.

"He's always slow." The old lady said.

"The tinkerer has always been a dull child, ma'am." The butler replied.

"I don't think he's getting sharper, he's getting slower and slower." The old lady said.

"If he stops playing with other kids, it's really impossible to tell." Miss said with a smile.

Lao Li was obviously considering whether it was appropriate for him to smile politely, when a two-wheeled carriage drove up to the garden gate, and a fat gentleman jumped out of the carriage, rushed towards the door, and in some incredible way quickly entered the house, broke into the room, and almost knocked Lao Li and the breakfast table to the ground.

"I've never heard of anything like this!" Mr. Qian exclaimed, "Mrs. May, it is when the night is deeper and quieter, I have never heard of such a thing!" ”

Mr. Qian poured out these comforting words as he dragged a chair over and asked them how they felt.

"You're going to be scared to death," said Mr. Money, "why don't you send someone?" My people can arrive in just a minute, and so do I. In this case, I can assure you that my assistant will be happy to help. I really didn't expect it. It's time for the night to be quieter again. ”

Mr. Qian seemed to be distressed, the robbery was an accident, and the crime was committed at night, as if the practice of people who robbed people in the human room was to work during the day and make an appointment a day or two in advance.

"And you, miss," Mr. Qian said, turning toward the young lady, "I think—"

"Oh. It's so unexpected, really," interrupted Goldrust, "but there's a poor fellow upstairs, and my aunt wants you to see it." ”

"Ahh Really," the doctor replied, "I almost forgot"

Lao Li was nervously putting the teacup back together, and he blushed and said that he had this honor.

"God has eyes." Mr. Qian said, "Where is he?" Take me there. When I come down, I'll check on Mrs. May again. He's got through that little window, oh? Alas, I can't believe it. ”

He chattered all the way and followed Lao Li upstairs. Mr. Qian is a surgeon in the neighborhood, a well-known "doctor" within a radius of ten miles, and he has already made some fortunes, which is not so much due to his good life as to his optimism. He was kind, warm-hearted, and an old bachelor with an odd temper, and any explorer today would have to dig up such a place five times its size.

Fools can see that he is a suitor of gold embroidery.

The doctor stayed upstairs for a long time, much more than he or the two ladies had expected. A large, flat box was taken out of the carriage and sent upstairs, the bell in the bedroom rang frequently, and the servants ran up and down. From these signs, it is entirely certain that something important is going on upstairs. Finally, he finally came down from the upper floor. In response to anxious inquiries about patients, he looked very mysterious and carefully closed the door.

"It's very bizarre, Mrs. May." The doctor stood with his back to the door as he spoke, as if to prevent someone from opening the door to enter.

"He's out of danger, I hope?" The old lady asked.

"In the present circumstances, this is not a strange thing," replied the doctor, "although I don't think he is out of danger yet." Have you seen this thief? ”

"I haven't seen it." The old lady replied.

"Haven't heard anything about him?"

"Nope."

"Madam," Lao Li interjected, "I was about to tell you when Dr. Qian came. ”

Here's the thing, Lao Li didn't have the courage to admit that he hit just a child at first. His bravery and fortitude had won so much praise that he had to delay his explanation for a few minutes even if he risked his life, and in these precious minutes his fearless fame was at the pinnacle of infinite glory.

"Rust wants to see the man," said Mrs. May, "and I just didn't agree." ”

"Hmph." The doctor replied, "There is nothing surprising about his face. I'll go with you to see him, don't you object? ”

"If necessary," replied the old lady, "of course not against it. ”

"Then I think it is necessary," said the doctor, "and in all I can guarantee that you will regret your delay in visiting him in the future." He is now very calm and comfortable. Don't be afraid, I'll vouch for my life. ”