When I went home to change clothes, I ran into the landlady enjoying the sun in the back garden, and I walked over to greet her, it was a lady in her fifties and sixties, her name was Duris, but she also called "Andre", which was the name of her ex-husband.

It is said that more than 20 years ago, Andrew, a journalist, went on a business trip to South America, where he met a girl and had a relationship. After returning to London, Andre wanted to hide the matter, but the girl who was ten years younger than the twenty-nine-year-old Andre was not willing to be a secret lover, not to mention that she was pregnant with a child, so she called him repeatedly and asked him for a divorce. During that time, the young André was at the height of his career, and his articles were regularly published in internationally renowned newspapers such as The New Yorker and The Times. The girl never thought about the consequences, until the cheating was revealed and the news of the divorce was stabbed, she regretted it, and the two could only walk the road after being tied together.

Madame Duris is a few months younger than Andrew, but she has more maturity and foresight than he does. In the year and a half of the heyday of his career, Andre only spent ten days at home, and the rest of the time he spent the rest of the world running news, writing articles, and interviewing. Mrs. Duris knew that his heart was too prodigal to be recovered, and she longed for a stable life after she had a South American relationship, even if she was heartbroken, she could only choose to divorce.

In this way, a childhood sweetheart, two little unguessed feelings, a total of 25 years and 3 months, finally came to an end.

After his second marriage, Andre always seemed to be ostracized by his peers as a journalist, and the New Yorker rarely invited him again, so André chose to become a writer, sharing what he saw and heard when he was running news around the world, and writing travelogues and profiles for some travel magazines.

The green mountains have not changed, the green water is still flowing, and another 25 years have passed in a trance.

Mrs. Duris, who was in her fifties, suffered from an eye disease and could see vaguely, and she lived downstairs knocked on my door every six months and handed me a letter to read to her.

Just like at this moment, sitting in the garden, I would pour her a glass of boiling water, and then sit next to her and read for her the letter sent by Monsieur André.

Mrs. Duris said that they had lost contact in the early years until last year, when André became ill and was bedridden for a long time, and slowly began to write letters to restore contact with her. He often spoke of the two of them in France and Kiev when he was younger, but no matter what he said, Mrs. Duris insisted on not replying.

Mrs. Duris would always smile when she finished reading it, and even when I offered to write it for her, she refused.

"Madam, what is there to be no return, his wife has died of illness, since you are willing to accept the letter, it means that you still care about him; You keep calling yourself Andrei, which means that you still love him, so you can be together again. ”

I would always come up with this naïve idea to pry Lady Durris.

And she always shook her head, refusing to explain anything, and then finished the beginning in front of her, and smiled peacefully.

"Hua, are you almost okay?" Jay came to see me, he must have been tired of waiting.

"Right now." I turned back to him.

"Then I'll go first, you want to help me find me." I'm sincere.

I drank a lot of Tequila in the evening, and when Jay sent me back, I held him and refused to let go, and under the influence of Mrs. Duris in the evening, I asked him if he would always love me.

The end of the hangover was that when I went to class the next day, the English spoken by the professor was all Martian, and I went in and out of my left ear and out of my right ear, and spent the morning in vain. After class, Alice brought me her own honey water to drink, and I pressed my temples for about ten minutes before leaving the classroom.

"Hua, you should change your lifestyle and go to the bar less." Alice told me in a heartfelt manner that she taught me to look like my mother across the ocean.

"Honey, there are only two things that attract me in the world, one is music and the other is men."

After class, I walked to Hyde Park alone, and when I couldn't walk anymore because of my backache and leg pain, I thought of taking a taxi.

Hyde Park was huge, there were a lot of people, and I was sitting by the lake, the grass on the ground was yellowing and full of life, my cell phone was ringing, and the caller ID was my father. I didn't want to take it, so I turned it off and threw it aside.

I was wearing only a thin khaki trench coat, and when the night came, the wind in the park became a little stronger, and I shivered with cold and left with my arms in my arms, and hid in a nearby Chinese restaurant.

The British don't have much love for Chinese food, and even when they do, the restaurant is deserted, and there are flies buzzing on the table. The proprietress sat dejectedly behind the cashier's counter, there was no song in the restaurant, and occasionally a few letters lingered monotonously in the air.

I wanted to eat sand tea noodles, but there wasn't one here, I wanted to eat clams, but I didn't. There were only small shrimp and crabs without crab roe, so I had no choice but to order the simplest egg fried rice.

The lady called out to the back kitchen, and the man inside answered in Chinese and began to make, I guess this may be her husband.

Five minutes later, the egg fried rice came up, and the white rice, yellow minced eggs, red diced carrots, and green green onions seemed to have no appetite, but I still ate the whole plate when I was hungry.

On the way home, I was faintly uneasy, thinking that something had happened at home, but when I thought about it rationally, what could happen to my family, my father was so powerful, it would be good if someone else had an accident.

Despite this, I wanted to comfort myself, but I was still a little uneasy. Although many of my classmates thought that I usually talked little, and always looked aloof and indifferent, I always thought that my heart was hot, but I just didn't show it in front of them.

Because of the time difference, it was already afternoon when my parents called, and it turned out that my sister Xie Yi'an was about to turn 18 years old, and they wanted me to go back to attend her coming-of-age ceremony.

"There is a class, but you can't get out of it." I sent a perfunctory text message.

I texted Jay again: "Will you leave me?" ”

"No, it won't. I will always love you. ”

"You're so naïve, no one can't live without anyone."

"In that case, isn't your question naïve?"

"Then you're really not going to leave me?" The naïve me repeated the childish question.

"No, I love you so much and will never leave you."

"Is that a promise?"

"That's right."

I felt the kind love from that man, and maybe I should give it a try, at least how lucky I am to have someone willing to wait all the time in this unkind foreign land.

After a night of wind blowing in Hyde Park, I caught a cold and my throat was ruined. The most precious thing for a singer is this voice, so I couldn't speak for a long month, or I didn't want to say a word of nonsense to protect my voice.

On Christmas Eve, Jay was already planning to go skiing in Switzerland, and he asked me to go with him, but I had to choose not to do so to protect my throat.

"And you stay in London, Alice? Let her take care of you. ”

"Alice is going to Edinburgh to reunite with her family, and besides, they are just friends, not servants I paid for, so they are not obligated to come over and do their work."

"What then? Are you okay at home alone? ”

"Then you're going to stay with me?" I asked him hopefully.

Jay hesitated, "I want to, too." ”

"But I have made an appointment with my brothers, and I promised others that I would not regret it."

He said again.