It was a cloudy, dreary morning. The clouds, which had been gloomy all night, spread out into large clouds of thick, sluggish water, and had already condensed large drops of rain, as if to indicate that a storm was coming.

So, you decided to come with me this morning, huh? The doctor asked, and Young Master Mei walked to the table at this time and had breakfast with him and Yongchang. Why, your mood or intention, the first half hour and the second half hour are different. ”

"Someday, you'll change your mind." Young Master Mei blushed for no reason and said.

"I hope I will," replied Mr. Money, "but I confess that I am afraid I can't." But yesterday morning, you hurriedly decided to stay, like a dutiful son, and accompany your mother to the beach. Before noon, you announced that you would accompany me to Conch City and give me such a big face. In the evening, you mysteriously encouraged me to leave before the ladies got up. As a result, Xiao Yongchang still has nailed here for breakfast, and he should have gone to the ranch to look for all kinds of exotic flowers and plants. Too bad, isn't it, Yongchang? ”

"If I wasn't at home when you and the young master were on the road, I would be very sad, sir." Yongchang replied.

"That's enough friendship," said the doctor, "and you'll have to come to me when you come back." But, seriously, Harry, you're in such a hurry to leave, is there any news from the big guys? ”

"Big man," replied Harry, "under this title, you're afraid you're including my very decent old-timer." The big guys haven't been in contact with me since I've been here, and it seems unlikely that anything will happen at this time of year for me to get there. ”

"Yes," said the doctor, "you are a strange fellow. But then again, they may put you in a position, and your one-of-a-kind style is not bad for preparing for politics. There is some truth to this. Whether it's to compete for status, championships, or horse racing, well-trained is always needed. ”

Young Master Mei didn't seem to have any intention of continuing this brief conversation, otherwise he would only need to choke the doctor with a sentence or two, he only said "We'll see" and didn't continue to play. After a while, the stagecoach drove to the door, Lao Li came in to pick up the luggage, and the kind doctor ran outside to see if the luggage was tied firmly.

"Yongchang," Young Master Mei said in a low voice, "I'll tell you something." ”

Yongchang walked up to Young Master Mei, who was standing in front of the window and greeted him, and couldn't help but be surprised to see that his whole demeanor showed a mixture of sadness and excitement.

"You've learned to write now, haven't you?" Young Master Mei put a hand on his shoulder.

"That's right, sir." Yongchang replied.

"I'm going out again, maybe for a while. I want you to write to me—even once every six months. Every other week's Monday, it is handed over to the post office. May I? ”

"Needless to say, sir, I'm glad to do it." Yongchang said loudly, very satisfied with this mission.

"I want to know—to know whether my mother and Miss Splendid are in good health," said Master May, "and you can write a piece full of paper, and tell me how you walked, what you talked about—whether she was—I was talking about them—whether she looked very happy, very healthy. You know what I mean? ”

"Oh, yes, sir, I do." Yongchang replied.

"Don't mention this matter to them," Young Master Mei hurriedly brought the words over, "because then my mother will be anxious to write to me more diligently, which will be a trouble and a worry for her." It's a secret between you and me, don't forget to tell me everything. It's all up to you. ”

Yongchang realized his importance, was a little proud, and felt very honored, and he sincerely promised to keep his mouth shut and tell the truth. Young Master Mei said goodbye to him and repeatedly promised to care for him and protect him.

The doctor got into the carriage. Lao Li stood aside with the open car door in his hand. Two maids watched them from the garden.

Young Master Mei sneaked a glance at the lattice window and jumped into the carriage.

"Let's go!" He shouted, "Hard, fast, as fast as you can!" Today, the only way to do it is to drive a flying car. ”

"Hey, hey." The doctor hurriedly put down the glass in front of him and shouted at the driver, "Don't drive a flying car if you drive anything, this is what I want, do you hear?" ”

The bells tinkled and the hooves sounded, and the stagecoach walked away along the road, and the sound gradually became inaudible, except for the carriage moving rapidly, almost hidden in the flying dust, sometimes disappearing completely, sometimes reappearing, depending on whether the view was obstructed or whether the road conditions were complicated. It wasn't until the cloud of smoke and dust was no longer visible that the people who were watching it dispersed.

The carriage had already driven miles away, but there was still a man who saw it off with his eyes fixed on the place where the stagecoach had vanished. It turned out that when Young Master Mei looked up at the window, Jin Xiu himself was sitting behind the white curtain, which blocked Harry's view.

"He seemed pleased," she finally spoke, "and I was worried about what would happen to him." I was wrong. I'm very, very happy. ”

Tears are a sign of sorrow and joy. But as Jin Xiu sat in front of the window and pondered, her eyes still staring in the same direction, and the tears rolling down her face seemed to contain more sorrow than joy.