"When will you be able to hear the story of Yongchang's origin in detail?" After eating the refreshments, Mr. Lin stared at Yongchang with slanted eyes and brought up the matter again.

"To-morrow morning," replied Mr. Rowe, "I hope he will be with me alone." Come to me tomorrow morning at ten o'clock. ”

"Yes, sir." Yongchang replied. Because Mr. Lin was always staring at himself, and his gaze was so cold, he was a little uncertain, and he couldn't help but be a little hesitant to answer.

"Let me tell you something," Mr. Lin whispered to Mr. Luo, "he won't come to you tomorrow morning, I don't think he has made up his mind yet, he is lying to you." ”

"I can swear he wouldn't." Mr. Luo replied gently.

"If not, I'm willing—" Mr. Lin's cane tapped again.

"I dare to vouch for my life, this kid is very honest." Mr. Luo said, knocking on the table.

"I'm sure he'll lie with my head." Mr. Lin said in response, and knocked on the table as well.

"We'll see." Mr. Luo said with a strong suppression of his rising anger.

"We'll see," Mr. Lin replied with an annoying smile.

It was as if it were fate, and at this moment the maid brought in a small bag of books, which Mr. Luo had bought from the bookstall keeper that morning, and she put the books on the table and prepared to leave the room.

"Tell the boy who delivered the book to wait," said Mr. Law, "there is something for him to bring back." ”

"Sir, he's gone." The maid replied.

"Call him back," said Mr. Law, "this man is true, he is not rich himself, and he has not paid for these books." There are also a few more books to be sent back. ”

The door opened, and Yongchang and the maid chased them out in two ways, calling out to the children who had brought the books, but they didn't even see a single figure. Yongchang and the maid came back breathlessly, reporting that they didn't know where he had gone.

"Tsk, it's a pity," Mr. Luo said, "If only these books could be sent back tonight." ”

"Tell Yongchang to send it," Mr. Lin said with a sarcastic smile on his face, "You know in your heart, he will deliver it safely." ”

"Yes, sir, if you agree, let me go," Yongchang begged, "sir, I'll run all the way." ”

Mr. Law was about to open his mouth to say that Yongchang was not fit to go out under any circumstances under such circumstances, when Mr. Lin let out a malicious cough, and forced him to decide to let Yongchang run, and that he could quickly finish the matter, and he would prove to Mr. Lin that his suspicions were unjust—at least on this point—and immediately.

"You should go," said the old gentleman, "the book is on a chair next to my desk, go and take it down." ”

Yongchang was very happy to see that he could come in handy. He hurried downstairs with a few books under his arm, his hat in his hand, and waited for orders.

"You say," Mr. Luo stared at Mr. Lin intently, "that you are here to return these books and give him the money I owe him." ”

"I'll be back if I don't get a stick of incense, sir." Yongchang said impatiently, he put Dayang in his pocket, carefully tucked the books under his arm, bowed respectfully, and left the room. His wife followed him to the gate and gave him a lot of instructions, how to get to the nearest road, the name of the bookstall owner, the name of the street, Yongchang said that he knew everything. The old lady added many admonitions, and he should be careful not to catch a cold on the way, and then he was allowed to leave.

"For the sake of his pretty little face, don't have an accident." The old lady watched him walk out the door. "Anyway, I don't want him to go out of sight."

At this time, Yongchang turned his head happily to look, and before turning the corner, he nodded, and the old lady returned the salute with a smile, closed the door, and went back to her room.

"I think he'll be back in a moment," Mr. Luo said, pulling out his watch and placing it on the table. "By that time, it will be almost dark."

"Oh, you really thought he was going to come back, didn't you? Mr. Lin asked.

"You don't see it that way?" Mr. Luo asked rhetorically with a smile.

The awkward energy of making trouble was already difficult to suppress in Mr. Lin's chest, and seeing his friend's confident smile, he was even more energetic.

"Yes," he said, slamming his fist against the table, "I don't see it that way, for the boy is dressed in a new dress, with a stack of valuable books under his arm, and a few oceans in his pocket. He'll go to his old friends who are thieves, and laugh at you in turn. Sir, if the boy comes back to this house, I will eat my own head. ”

With that, he pulled his chair toward the table. The two friends sat there without saying a word, each with a concern on their minds, and put their tables between them.

Although Mr. Lin is definitely not a bad guy, he will sincerely feel sad to see his respected friend being deceived, but at this moment, he sincerely and strongly hopes that Yongchang will not come back.

It was already so dark that even the numbers on the watch were barely legible. The two old gentlemen sat there silently, their watches placed between them.

Since there was nothing else important, Mr. Luo told Mr. Lin the story of Yongchang. Of course, these stories are told by Yongchang himself. It started with his birth.

He said he came from a large lake in the desert.

— There was water from the beginning. The water is huge, meltwater from distant icebergs, forming rivers and then washing into lakes. There is a lot of robust hemp by the lake. The lake is wide, the lake is full of reeds, and there are many small rivers in the lake, and the rivers are full of reeds. Further upstream, there are poplar forests, red willows and saxon forests, and wild camels can be seen running and perching in the woods.

I remember not long after I was born, I opened my eyes and was carried by my mother to the lake, and I saw this. At that time, I only knew who my mom was, not who my dad was. But I have a lot of uncles, and they've all been very nice to me. I felt like my mother, my grandmother, my grandmother, all the women could speak. Women are taller than men, they are good at talking, and they can punish men.

I remember that there were many animals at that time, wild camels, wild horses, wild sheep, wild asses, wild ducks, wild dogs, wild rabbits. In addition, there are fish, and there are many fish growing in the lake, the most of which are big-headed fish, which have large heads, occupy half of their bodies, and are also very stupid and easy to catch. There were also five black fish, pike, crucian carp and small white striped fish, swimming happily in the lake and then I caught them.

Children catch fish with harpoons made of long sticks, and adults have a lot of fun catching ducks, hares, and bird eggs in the reeds as I grow older. It is the business of the adult men who go out to hunt, and they will bring back wild sheep and hares in the evening. Women cook and mend clothes in conical houses made of reeds and mud. Most of our clothes are made of linen, which is very strong and cool. It was a little cool on a rainy day, so we put on a leather coat again.

My favorite thing to look at is the reed flower. In autumn, there are reeds everywhere, and with the wind swaying, the reed tidbits are flying, and the feeling of floating and fluttering all over the sky is very beautiful. In addition, riding a horse to the poplar forest can make the poplar cry. This is a tree that tears tears from, and when I tasted the tears of poplar, they were really salty and astringent, like human tears.

Adults drink a dark green ephedra juice. This juice is extracted from ephedra leaves and branches. It relieves pain and can also cause hallucinations. My mother said that our life was very hard, and the water we drank gradually became salty and bitter, and sandstorms came often.

The women were smoky and burning, and I could hear many of the women of the tribe coughing. People don't live long, and they die at the age of forty or fifty. When a person dies, it's a big deal. He put on sackcloth, felt shoes, and a felt hat with feathers of geese and waterfowl on his head, and buried them in the cemetery of Kita.

The cemetery is large and has existed for hundreds of years. The adults made a fence in the shape of a circle out of poplar wood, and the wooden fence was painted bright red with red sandstone powder, making it look like the sun was burning on the ground. And man was buried in the sand, and was watched over by the sun. Therefore, that cemetery was later called the Sun Cemetery.