There was a heavy knock on the door, and he was startled in the chaos. "Who?" He screamed.

"It's me." There was a ghostly voice.

"What's the matter?" The old camel cried impatiently.

"Ah Zhu said, do you want to take him to another nest if you find him?" The Clever Ghost asked.

"Yes," replied the old camel, "wherever she finds him." I must find him and find him, that's it, I know what to do in the future, don't be afraid. ”

The boy whispered "I know" and hurried downstairs to catch up with his companions.

"He hasn't confessed yet," said the old camel, and went about his business. "If he's trying to spit us out in a bunch of new friends, he's going to have to shut him up."

Mr. Luo suddenly let out an exclamation, Yongchang fainted in fright, and after a while he woke up. In the ensuing conversation, both Mr. and Mrs. Luo were very cautious, avoiding some things and not talking about the past and future of Yongchang.

It occurred to him that during his illness, Mrs. Law had been very kind to him. He was attentive and listened to many stories from her, about a lovely and beautiful daughter who married a good husband, and that both her daughter and son-in-law lived in the country, and that a son worked as a clerk in a foreign firm, and that her son was also a very good young man, and that he was quite filial.

The old lady 1510 talked about the strengths of her children for a long time, and also talked about the countless advantages of her considerate and gentle old man, which has been twenty-six years.

What a happy day when Yongchang recovered his health. Everything around him was so peaceful, neat, and orderly—and everyone was so pleasant—that he had always lived in misery, and it seemed to him to be paradise.

As soon as he was back enough to dress himself, Mr. Law had a new set of clothes, a new hat and a new pair of leather shoes bought for him.

To be honest, he used to wear some rotten rags, and Yongchang had never worn a new set of clothes.

One evening, while he was sitting chatting with Mrs. Luo, Mr. Law came down with a message that if Yongchang was in good spirits, he hoped to meet him in his study and talk to him.

"Ouch, I can't help it. Wash your hands, and I'll give you a beautiful braid, child," said Mrs. Law.

Yongchang did as the old lady instructed, and his appearance was still very delicate and likable.

The old lady was very satisfied, and while looking him from head to toe, she said: Even if she had been notified earlier, I am afraid that she would not have been able to dress him up more energetically.

With the encouragement of the old lady's words, Yongchang knocked on the door of the study. Mr. Law asked him to go in, and he walked in. He found that this small back room was a book city in its entirety. There is a window in the house, facing several small beautiful flower beds.

There was a table by the window, and Mr. Luo was sitting at the table reading a book. As soon as he saw Yongchang, he pushed the book aside and told him to sit down near the table.

Yongchang complied, and wondered in his heart, not knowing where to find people who wanted to read so many books, which seemed to have been written to make people all over the world smarter.

With obvious curiosity, Yongchang looked at the bookshelves that ran from floor to ceiling.

"There are so many books, sir," replied Yongchang, "I have never seen so many books. ”

"As long as you are a good person, you can read these books," said the old gentleman kindly, "and you will love them more than just your appearance"

"Sir, I'm guessing it's the thick ones." Yongchang said, pointing to a few large four-folio books with gilded covers.

"Not necessarily," the old gentleman patted Yongchang on the head and smiled slightly. "There are also some big books that are also big, albeit much smaller, how about it, do you want to grow up to be a smart person?"

Yongchang thought for a while, and finally said that he felt that it was much better to be a book seller. When he heard this, the old gentleman laughed merrily, and said that he had told a wonderful thing.

Yongchang was very happy, even though he didn't know what the magic of this sentence was.

"Alright, alright," said the old gentleman, calming down, "don't be afraid. We don't train you to be an old pedant, as long as it is a proper craft, you can learn it. ”

"Thank you, sir." Yongchang's serious look when he replied caused Mr. Luo to laugh again, and mentioned a strange intuition or something, which Yongchang didn't understand at all, and didn't care much.

"Hmm," Mr. Luo tried to say as softly as he could, but at this moment, his face was still much more serious than Yongchang had always been familiar with. "Son, I want you to listen to what I have to say, and I want to talk to you openly and honestly, because I have every confidence that you will understand what I mean, as many older people do."

"Oh, sir, don't tell me you're going to send me away, please." Yongchang shouted, and the old gentleman's serious tone of the opening remarks startled him. "Don't drive me out, let me wander into the streets again, let me stay here and be a servant. Don't send me back to the place where I used to be, sir, and have pity on a miserable child. ”

The old gentleman was moved by Yongchang's sudden excitement. "You don't have to be afraid, I won't chase you unless you give me a reason to do so."

"I won't, I won't, sir." Yongchang hurriedly said that he was a little unaccustomed to the old gentleman's tongue twister-like statement.

"I hope so," promised the old gentleman, "I am sure you will not be like that." In the past, I tried my best to help some people, but in the end, I was deceived. No matter what, I still trust you. I can't even explain why I care so much about you. ”

Mr. Luo talked eloquently, not so much to the little friend, but to himself. Then, he paused slightly, and Yongchang sat silently next to him.

"Alright, alright." The old gentleman finally spoke, and his tone seemed more pleasant. "You said that you were an orphan and had no relatives, and the results of my many inquiries confirmed this. Let me hear your story as well, and tell me where you are from, who brought you up, and how you got together with the group I was with when I met you. Don't hide anything, as long as I live in the world for one day, you will not be helpless. ”

Yongchang sobbed and couldn't speak for a while, he was just about to start describing how he grew up in the nursery, but there was an impatient "bang" at the gate. Bang bang" knock on the door, and the servant ran upstairs to report that Mr. Lin was here.

"He's upstairs?" Mr. Luo asked.

"Yes, sir," replied the servant, "he asked if there were any refreshments at home, and I told him that there were, and he said he had come for tea, and was hungry. ”

Mr. Luo smiled slightly, turned his face to Yongchang and said, Mr. Lin is an old friend of his, and he must not be rude to him a little, that gentleman is actually a good person.

"Do you want me to go downstairs, sir?" Yongchang asked.

"No," replied Mr. Law, "I want you to stay here." ”

At this moment, a burly old gentleman walked in. He had a slight ache in one leg and was on a thick cane.

He twisted his face, making all kinds of expressions on his face that people couldn't describe it at all. When he speaks, he always likes to twist his head to one side, and at the same time look out of the corners of his eyes, which inevitably reminds those who see him of parrots.

Mr. Lin's head was huge, and he tapped the floor with his cane. "Hey, what is this?" He looked at Yongchang and took two steps back.

"This is Yongchang, and that's what we talked about last time." Mr. Luo said.

Yongchang bowed.

"I hope you're not saying he's the little boy with the fever?" Mr. Lin said and took a few steps back.

"Wait. Be silent. Stop—" Mr. Lin continued, and suddenly, he made a new discovery, and he couldn't help but feel proud, and his suspicion of the fever suddenly vanished.

"He's the kid who eats oranges. If it weren't for the boy who ate the orange and threw the peel down the stairs, I could have eaten my head along with him, man. ”

"No, no, he hasn't eaten oranges," Mr. Law laughed, "and that's it." Take off your hat and talk. ”

"Sir, I have a great deal of affection on this question," said the angry old gentleman, as he took off his gloves, "and there are always a few orange peels or something on the sidewalk of our street, and I know that the son of Lang Zhong on the corner has left them there.

Last night a young woman slipped on it and crashed into the railing of my garden. As soon as she got up, I saw her glancing hard at his damn lantern.

At this point, the grumpy old gentleman paused again with his cane, and his friends had always understood the meaning of this action, and he would do so whenever the words did not reach the point.

Then, still holding his cane, he sat down, opened a pair of glasses hanging from his body with a wide black band, and looked at Yongchang, who saw that he had become the target of censorship, his face turned red, and he bowed again.

"He's that kid. Is it? Mr. Lin finally asked.

"It's the kid." Mr. Luo replied.

"Kid, how are you?" Mr. Lin said.

"Much better, sir, thank you." Yongchang replied.

Mr. Luo seemed to realize that the strange-tempered friend was about to say something unpleasant, so he sent Yongchang downstairs to tell Aunt Mei that they were going to have refreshments. Yongchang didn't like the demeanor of the guests at all, so he happily went downstairs.

"This kid is good, isn't he?" Mr. Luo asked.

"I don't know." Mr. Lin said angrily.

"Don't know?

"yes, I don't know. I don't see any difference between a little furry child. I only know of two types of children. One is a pink face, and the other is a fleshy face. ”

"What kind of class is Yongchang?"

"Pink face. I know a friend whose son is a flesh-faced, and they call him a good boy - with a round head, a red face, and a pair of bright eyes, but he is a hateful child at all, and his body, hands, feet, and limbs seem to have broken the seams of his blue clothes, and his voice is similar to that of a vegetable seller, and he can eat more than a pig. I know him, the scoundrel. ”

"Okay," said Mr. Luo, "Yongchang is not like that, so as not to arouse your anger." ”

"It's not like that," replied Mr. Lin, "maybe even worse." ”

Speaking of this, Mr. Luo coughed a little impatiently, but Mr. Lin seemed to feel indescribable relief.

"Maybe it's even worse." Mr. Lin repeated. "Where did he come from? What is the last name called? What is it for? He had hyperthermia, so what? Fever doesn't happen only to good people, does it? Bad people sometimes get fever, don't they? ”

At that time, from the bottom of his heart, Mr. Lin wanted to admit that Yongchang's appearance and demeanor were very pleasing, but he was born to like to lift the bar, and this time because he found the orange peel, he had to lift the bar even more.

He secretly made up his mind that no one should want to dictate to himself, saying that a child is beautiful or not, and he was determined to deal with his friends from the beginning.

Mr. Luo admits that he has not been able to give a satisfactory answer to a single question so far, and that he has put aside the investigation of Yongchang's past experience until he thinks the child can withstand it.

At this time, Mr. Lin smiled coldly and asked sarcastically whether the housekeeper had any rules for counting the tableware at night, because, as long as she didn't notice that one or two silver spoons were missing on a sunny morning, hey, he was willing-Yunyun.

Although Mr. Luo himself is an anxious gentleman, he is well aware of his friend's strange temper, and he still accepts all of this with rare good interest.

When drinking tea, Mr. Lin was full of spring breeze and praised the dim sum. The atmosphere was very harmonious.

Yongchang was also there, and he gradually felt that he was not as nervous as he was when he first met this fierce old man.