Upstairs, the rest of the night passed in laughter. The doctor's interest was very high, and Young Master Mei seemed to be a little tired at first, or he was preoccupied, no matter what, he still couldn't stand Mr. Qian's good temper. The doctor talked and laughed vigorously, made witty remarks, recalled some professional pasts, and told a lot of small jokes, which brought his humor into full play.

Yongchang thought that these things were really funny, and laughed back and forth. This apparently pleased the doctor, and he himself laughed to death, and Harry could almost laugh heartily because of the resonance effect. Their meetings could not have been more joyous in the here and now. It was late at night that they went to rest with a relaxed and grateful mood, and after just going through the doubts and suspense, they really needed to rest.

The next morning, Yongchang woke up feeling better, full of hope and happiness, and began his daily morning routine, which he had not felt for many days. Once again, the birdcage was hung up so that the birds could sing in the old place.

He did his best to pick the most fragrant wildflowers again, hoping to exchange the beauty of the flowers for the joy of gold embroidery.

For a few days, sorrow seemed to have taken over the anxious child's melancholy eyes, and no matter what good things he saw, a cloud had cast over him, and this sorrow had magically vanished. The dew on the green leaves shone more brightly, and the breeze accompanied by a more beautiful music passed through the green leaves. Even the sky itself seems to be bluer and brighter.

This is the effect of our own state of mind, and it can even affect the form of things in the outside world. It is not unreasonable for people to see the heavens and the earth and their fellow human beings crying out that everything is so dark and gloomy, but this gloomy color is only a reflection of their own prejudiced eyes and hearts.

True colors are wonderful, and what is needed is a clearer eye.

It is worth mentioning that Yongchang was by no means unaware at that time that his early morning hike was no longer his own business.

After Young Master Mei met Yongchang on the first morning and returned with a full load, he suddenly became interested in flowers, and showed a high appreciation for the art of flower arrangement, leaving his friends far behind.

However, although Yongchang is slightly inferior in this regard, he knows where to find the best flowers. Morning after morning, they searched the area together and brought home the most delicate flowers.

Miss Jinxiu's bedroom window is now open, and she loves the feeling of the mellow summer breath pouring into the room, letting the fresh air flow help her heal.

But in that lattice window there was a very small bouquet of flowers every morning, which had been carefully trimmed and was still covered with dew.

Yongchang couldn't help but notice that although the small vase was regularly changed with water, the withered flowers were never thrown away. He also accidentally discovered that every morning, the doctor had to go out for a walk, and as soon as he walked into the garden, he would definitely look at that special corner, and nod his head very meaningfully. In the midst of these observations, time flew by, and Jin Xiu's condition quickly improved.

Although the young lady had not yet fully walked out of the room, she did not go out in the evening, but only occasionally walked around the neighborhood with Mrs. May.

Yongchang didn't feel that life was difficult. He redoubled his efforts and consulted the white-haired old gentleman, and he worked hard, and even he was surprised by the speed of his progress.

Just when he was immersed in his work, an unexpected thing happened, which caused him great panic and trouble.

He usually reads in a small room on the ground floor at the back of the villa.

This is a standard villa room, and the lattice window is covered with dense frangipani and honeysuckle, and it climbs to the top of the window, and the fragrance of flowers fills the air everywhere.

Looking out of the window is a garden with a door leading to a small paddock. Past it is dense meadows and woods. There were no other homes in that area, and you could see far from there.

A pleasant evening, when the twilight had just begun to cast itself into the earth, Yongchang sat in front of the window, reading intently. He's been looking at it for a while.

It was unusually hot and muggy, and with a lot of effort on his part, he gradually fell asleep, little by little. No matter what kind of people these authors may be, this is in no way discrediting them.

At some point, there will be a kind of false sleep sneaking at us, imprisoning our physical body, but it does not detach the mind from the things around us, and our mind can still run freely.

Therefore, if an uncontrollable dull feeling, a lack of energy, a state of complete uncontrollability of our consciousness or mobility can be called sleep, then it is sleep.

At this point, we can still feel what is happening around us, and if we start dreaming at such a moment, what we do say, or what we do do hear at the time, will merge into our illusions very quickly, and reality and imagination will become so wonderfully one that it is almost impossible to distinguish between the two afterwards.

And that's not even the most striking phenomenon of this kind of situation. There is no doubt that our sense of touch and vision tend to fail for a while, but the silent presence of something outside can affect, even really, affect our consciousness in our sleep, and affect all kinds of illusions that pass in front of us; When we close our eyes, this kind of thing may not have come to us, and we don't realize it's close when we're awake.

Yongchang clearly knew that he was sitting in the small room, with books on the table in front of him, and outside the window, bursts of fragrant scent were constantly sent from the grass and trees spreading everywhere. He fell asleep.

Suddenly, the scenery changed, and the air was suffocating. Once again, in his imagination, he came to the old camel's house in horror. The horrible old man was still sitting in the corner where he was used to, pointing at him, whispering to another man who was sitting next to him with his face sideways.

"Shh He seemed to hear the old camel talking, "It's him, it's wrong." Let's go. ”

"It's him." The other man seemed to be replying, "Do you think I'm going to mistake him?" Even if a bunch of imps become exactly like him, and he's standing in the middle, I can recognize him. You're going to dig fifty feet into the ground and bury him, and if you lead me over his grave, I'll be sure I'll guess he's buried there, even if there's not even a mark on it. ”

When the man said this, he seemed to have a deep hatred, and Yongchang woke up and jumped up suddenly.

Oh my! What was it that caused the blood to pour into his heart, leaving him speechless and unable to move? There—there—at the window—right in front of him—the old camel stood there, its eyes peeking into the room, and met Yongchang's gaze, so close that Yongchang could almost touch him before he retreated.

Next to him, there was a fierce face that turned white from anger or fear, or both, and it was the same person who accosted Yongchang in the courtyard of the inn.

The sight was just a fleeting moment before his eyes, fleeting, and vanishing in a flash. However, they had recognized Yongchang, and Yongchang had recognized them, and their countenances were firmly imprinted in his memory, as if they had been deeply engraved on the stone tablet and had been erected before him since he was born.

For a moment he stood there in a daze, then shouted for help and jumped out of the window into the garden.

When the people in the villa heard the shout, they rushed to the place where Yongchang called for help, and found that his face was pale and excited, pointing to the direction of the grass behind the villa, and even "Old camel!" Old camels! "I can barely say a word.

Lao Li couldn't figure out the meaning of this shout, or if Young Master Mei's brain came quickly, plus he had already heard about Yongchang's experience from his mother, he understood it all at once.

"Which direction are they going?" He asked, grabbing a heavy stick standing in the corner.

"That direction," Yongchang replied, pointing in the direction where the two men had fled, "and they won't be visible in the blink of an eye." ”

"They must be hiding in a ditch." Young Master Mei said, "Follow me." Try to get as close to me as possible. So saying, he jumped over the fence and rushed out like an arrow, and it was difficult for the others to keep up.

Lao Li made enough strength to follow behind, and Yongchang also followed, and at this moment, Mr. Qian, who had gone out for a walk, came back, and followed them, stumbling over the fence, and was so agile that people could not imagine that he got up with a grunt, and hurriedly joined the pursuit, so fast that no one dared to despise it, and at the same time he shouted loudly and loudly, trying to understand what was going on.

They galloped all the way, without stopping for a breath, and the one who ran at the front rushed into a corner of the field pointed out by Yongchang, and began to carefully search the ditch and the nearby fence, and the rest of the people hurried to catch up, and Yongchang was given the opportunity to tell Mr. Qian the cause of this all-out pursuit.

The search yielded nothing, not even the newly left footprints.

At this time, they were standing on the top of a hill overlooking the open field within a radius of three or four miles.

There was a village in the hollow on the left, but after running the road that Yongchang had pointed out, they had to go around the open field to reach the village, which they could not have done in such a short time.

In the other direction, the edge of the pasture was connected to a dense forest, but for the same reason, they could not reach that hiding place.

"It's definitely a dream, Yongchang." Young Master Mei said.

"No, really, sir," Yongchang shuddered as he recalled the old fellow's face. "I can see him clearly. I see both of them as clearly as I look at you now. ”

"Who's the other one?" Young Master Mei and Mr. Qian spoke in unison.

"It's the guy I told you about, the one who bumped into me in the inn." Yongchang said, "We all looked at each other with wide eyes. I can swear, it's definitely him. ”

"That's the way they go?" Young Master Mei asked, "You're not mistaken, are you?" ”

"No, those two men are right in front of the window," Yongchang said, gesturing to the fence separating the villa's garden from the pasture. The tall man jumped over there. The old camel ran a few steps to the right and climbed out of the gap. ”

As Yongchang spoke, the two gentlemen kept looking at his sincere face, and then looked at each other again, as if convinced that he had a point.

However, no matter which direction there is not the slightest trace of people fleeing in panic. The grass was deep, but it had not been trampled on except by their own footsteps, and there was some wet dirt on the sides and edges of the ditch, but there was no place to recognize the shoe prints of a man, and there was not the slightest sign of feet on the ground in the past few hours.

"It's weird." Young Master Mei said.

"Weird?" The doctor responded, "The patrol room can't make a name for itself if he comes in person. ”

Although the search was apparently futile, they did not stop until nightfall, when there was no hope of looking for any more, but they were very reluctant.

Lao Li was ordered to hurry to several hotels in the village, and according to the most detailed description Yongchang could provide, to search for two strangers who looked and dressed in a matching manner.

Of the two men, the old camel is not difficult to recall in any case, if anyone sees him drinking or wandering around.

Despite this, Lao Li did not return with any news that would be enough to solve the mystery or clarify the mystery a little.