Yongchang finally handed in good luck and seemed to be living a happy life.

Yongchang's illness is deep and mixed. In addition to the pain of a broken arm and the delay in treatment, he had spent so long in the wet and cold wilderness that he had a fever for weeks, and his body shivered, which dragged him down.

But at last he was slowly getting better, and sometimes he was able to say a few words with tears in his eyes, and how strongly he felt the kindness of the two lovely ladies, and how fervently he longed to be strong and healthy again, and to be able to do something to show his gratitude, even if it was a little insignificant, to prove to them that their love had not been in vain.

One day, the words of gratitude jumped to Yongchang's pale lips, and he struggled to say them, when Jin Xiu said, "Poor child! There will be many opportunities for us to help if you are willing. We're going to the country, and my aunt means you're going with us.

The quiet environment, the clean air, and all the joy and beauty of spring will make you healthy in a few days, and once we can trouble you, we will need you more. ”

"Trouble!" Yongchang said loudly, "Miss, if only I could work for you." As long as it makes you happy, watering your flowers or watching your birds, or running up and down all day to make you happy, you can do anything. ”

"It doesn't matter at all," said Miss Jin Xiu with a smile, "I told you before that we have something for you to do. Even if you can only do half as much as you promised, you really make me very happy. ”

"Happy, miss." Yongchang shouted, "You say that, your heart is so good." ”

"I don't know how glad I should be," replied the maiden, "and it is an indescribable joy to me at the thought of my dear good aunt in helping to save a man from the pathetic misery which thou hast described to us. Knowing that the object of her care and sympathy is also sincerely grateful for her kindness, you really can't imagine how happy I am. You know what I mean? She asked, looking at Yongchang's contemplative face.

"Uh, yes, Miss, I understand." Yongchang replied eagerly, "But I'm thinking, I'm already a little ungrateful." ”

"To whom?" The girl asked.

"That kind gentleman, and that dear old woman, they used to be kind to me," replied Yongchang, "and they would be glad if they knew how happy I was, I can assure them." ”

"They will be happy," said Yongchang's benefactor, "and Mr. Qian is such a good man, that he promised to take you to see them as soon as you are well enough to travel." ”

"Really, miss?" Yongchang was so happy that he couldn't help but scream. "When I see their kind faces again, I don't know what kind of joy I will be."

Yongchang's body was almost recovered in a short time, and he was able to withstand the fatigue of a long journey. Sure enough, early one morning, he and Mr. Qian set off in Mrs. May's carriage. When the car arrived at Jinshui Bridge, Yongchang's face turned pale and he let out a shout.

"What's wrong with this kid?" The doctor became nervous again, as usual, and asked aloud, "Did you see something—hear something—feel something—oh?" ”

"There, sir," Yongchang shouted, pointing out the window, "the house." ”

"yes, so what does it matter? Stop the car. "Stop here," cried the doctor, "what's the matter with the house, huh?" ”

"The thieves—that's the house they took me to." Yongchang said in a low voice.

The doctor shouted, "There it is! I'm getting off! ”

However, before the coachman could jump out of his seat, the doctor had already managed to climb out of the carriage. He ran to the abandoned house and started kicking the door like a madman.

"Hey, hey?" A trivial and ugly hunchbacked man slammed the door open and said. The doctor almost fell into the aisle due to the force of the last kick. "What's going on?"

"What's the matter!" The one yelled, grabbing the man by the collar without thinking. "There's a lot going on. Robbery. ”

"There will be murder," replied the hunchbacked man coldly, "if you don't lose it." Did you hear that? ”

"Ask me if I heard," said the doctor, giving the captive a shudder. "Where's the fuck that guy, what's it called—by the way, where's Fat Zhang, you thief?"

The hunchbacked man's eyes widened as if he were astonished and indignant, and then he deftly broke free from the doctor's hand, roared and let out a terrible curse, and retreated into the room. However, before he could close the door, the doctor had already broken into a room without saying a word. He looked around anxiously: there was not a single piece of furniture, not a single thing, that matched Yongchang's description, not even the location of the pantry.

"Hey," said the hunchbacked man, who had been keeping a close eye on the doctor, "what are you going to do when you are so unreasonable to break into my house?" Are you trying to rob me, or are you trying to kill me? Which one is it? ”

"Have you ever seen a man go out in a two-horse carriage to kill people and steal things, you old thing?" The doctor who is impatient by nature said.

"And what do you want to do?" The hunchback asked, "If you don't go out again, don't blame me for being rude!" you! ”

"I'll leave when I think it's appropriate," Mr. Qian said, looking toward another room, which, like the one in front of him, was not at all what Yongchang had said. "Someday I'll find out what you're all about."

"Are you okay?" The ugly camel smiled coldly. "Whenever you look for me, I'm here, I've lived in this place for twenty-five years, I'm not crazy, I'm not alone, I'm still afraid of you? You're going to pay the price, you're going to pay the price. As he spoke, the dwarf, ugly monster let out a howl and jumped up and down on the ground, as if he had lost his normalcy in anger.

"That's stupid," said Da whispered, "the kid must be mistaken." Put this in your pocket and shut yourself up again. With these words he threw a piece of ocean to the hunchback, and went back to the carriage.

The hunchbacked man followed to the door of the car, letting out countless curses and curses along the way. However, just as Mr. Qian turned to talk to the coachman, he looked into the carriage, and in an instant glanced at Yongchang, whose gaze was so sharp and aggressive, and at the same time so fierce and hostile, that Yongchang could never forget it in the months that followed, whether he woke up or fell asleep.

Until the coachman returned to his seat, the man was still scolding. They restarted their journey, and at this time he could be seen stomping his feet behind him, pulling his hair, and thundering at some point.

"I'm such a fool," the doctor said after a long silence, "did you know before, Yongchang?" ”

"I don't know, sir."

"Don't forget about that next time."

"A fool," the doctor fell silent again, and after a few minutes he added, "even if I find the right place, and it's those guys, what if I'm alone?" Even if I have a helper, I don't see any results, it will only make me make a fool of myself, and I have to confess how I covered up the past. Anyway, I really deserve it. I'm always in a whim, and I'm in a dilemma. I should have learned a lesson from this. ”

In fact, this brilliant physician has been a whim-spur throughout his life, and here it is possible to give a word of unmalicious compliment to the impulses that govern him, and far from being never involved in anything particularly troublesome or unlucky, he has received the most sincere admiration and respect from all who know him. To be honest, he was a little angry at the moment, and he was disappointed for a minute or two, he really wanted to get accurate evidence about Yongchang's life experience, but the first opportunity he encountered fell through.

However, he soon returned to normal, and found that Yongchang was still honest and consistent in his answers to his cross-examination, and was clearly as sincere and frank as ever. He made up his mind to take his word for it from now on.

Because Yongchang knew the name of the street where Mr. Qian lived, they could drive there as usual. The carriage turned into the street, and his heart throbbed violently, and he could barely breathe.

"Tell me, which house is it?" Mr. Qian asked.

"That one. That one. Yongchang replied as he hurriedly pointed out of the car window. The white house. Uh, hurry. Drive faster. I felt like I was going to die, and I was shivering all the time. ”

"It's here, it's here." The kind doctor patted him on the shoulder and said, "You're about to see them, and they'll be overjoyed to see you safe." ”

"Ugh! I'm like that! Yongchang said loudly, "They are so good to me, very, very good." ”

The carriage drove forward and stopped. No, it's not this house, it's next door. The car drove a few more steps and came to a stop again. Yongchang looked up at those windows, and a few tears rolled down his cheeks with joyful anticipation.

Oh my! The white house was empty, and a poster was posted on the window: "For Rent".

"Knock on the neighbor's door and see." Mr. Qian said loudly, holding Yongchang's arm. "Do you know where Mr. Brownlow, who used to live next door, has gone?"

The maid next door didn't know, but was willing to go back and ask. She came back in a short time, saying that six weeks earlier, the old gentleman had sold his belongings and gone out of town. Yongchang leaned back and collapsed to the ground.

"His butler is gone too?" Mr. Roseberry hesitated and asked.

"Yes, sir," replied the maid, "the old gentleman, the butler, all gone together. ”

"Then turn around and go home," said Mr. Qian to the coachman, "and don't stop to feed the horses, and wait until you get out of here." ”

"Go to the bookstall keeper, will you, sir?" Yongchang said, "I know the way to get there. Go meet him, please, sir. Go meet him. ”

"My poor boy, this day has been disappointing enough," said the doctor, "and we've both had enough. If we go to the bookstall keeper, we will find him dead, or he has set fire to his house or slipped away. No, just go home. On the spur of the moment, they went home.

This disappointing search happened at a time when Yongchang was full of joy, which made him very sorry and sad. During his illness, he rejoiced countless times when he thought with great joy what the old man and his wife were going to tell him, and how many long days and nights he had spent recalling the things they had done for him, and lamenting how pleasant it would be to be able to tell them all about the fact that he had been separated from them.

The hope that one day he will be able to wash the dirt off his body in front of them and tell him how he was kidnapped inspired him and supported him through the recent trials.

Now they had gone so far away, with the thought that he was a liar and a robber, a thought that they might not be able to justify until the day they left the world.