I finally used what I learned to allow myself and Qiqi to continue living at Brown's house. In a more decent way.

I started with a new non-vintage champagne that was absolutely dry, and old Brown asked me to come up with a name, and I thought about it and named it "Gold Rai."

”。 He thought the name was too cheesy, but in the end, out of respect for the technicians, he chose to keep it.

As soon as this new product was launched, it was very popular with the young group.

Old Brown was so excited that he hired me as a researcher at the winery, and of course he only paid me half the salary, but it was much higher than the full salary of the maid. When Kelly returned, I moved back to my room, but Brown Sr. agreed to save me a lot of money by waiving my room and board in the castle while I was employed at the winery.

Half pay doesn't seem like a big deal, because it has greatly diminished my previous panic.

On September 26th, I was able to get on the bus to the University of London.

I hired a special babysitter for Qiqi, and little Brown always liked to tease him - he always asked, after all, you are me

Cle, or I'm you U

cle。 When old Brown listened, he always had a black cloud on his face.

Although he never considered Qiqi as a "stepson", I am now a technical researcher at the winery internally, but the hostess of the Brown family externally. He disliked his grandson's approach very much, and he thought it was undignified, and he was afraid that little Brown would offend me by going too far. He didn't care about me, he didn't want Brown Winery to lose a cheap and useful employee.

The final loss will be the British pound.

Brown Sr. was a very realistic person.

I sat on the second-floor bus that I had only seen in movies and television, looking out the window at the high-eyed passers-by, occasionally capturing an Asian face, and I felt intimate. Why is he or she here at this moment? Going to school, working, or being born here as an Asian? I couldn't help but speculate on his/her story.

UCL (University College London) is ideally located in the heart of London, making it a well-deserved metropolitan university.

There are only about 30 people in my major, and in addition to me, there are **** people. Of course, strictly speaking, I have lost my Chinese nationality, and I can only be counted as Chinese. I'm ashamed.

One is Zuo Yi, a girl from Hong Kong, who is about the same age as me. The other is Zheng Encheng from Beijing, who is older than us, handsome but has a young white face, but I don't think that detracts from his charm in the slightest. He reminds me of another person.

The three of us naturally got closer, and although Zheng and I both came from the Chinese mainland and had similar cultural backgrounds, he and Zuo Yi were more able to eat together.

Both of them are very spicy, and they went to the Chinatown supermarket to buy Lao Gan Ma and spread it on the sandwich as jam. I tried it with them, and the tears flowed down their eyes and it was a source of joy for them all day.

I vowed not to taste it a second time.

Since I had to transfer two buses to Brown's house every day, which took nearly an hour, I began to pay attention to renting a house near the college. But even if you share a room with two or three people, it costs 200 pounds a week. It's too high.

And if I put Qiqi in a rental house, even if there is a nurse, I still can't rest assured, it is better to put it at Brown's house.

With the physical distance determined that I couldn't shorten it, I developed the ability to read a book on the bus without getting dizzy, but my eyesight decreased a lot.

As Christmas approaches, the first semester is coming to an end. Because UCL is notoriously religious, there are a lot of missionaries coming to the school. Zoyi is a Christian herself, and she wants me to believe in God as well. I was so sorry to tell her that I was an atheist. Zheng Encheng, who was on the side, patted the case and said, "Me too." ”

As a result, he embraced Marxism. He has faith, and I don't. He also expressed his understanding, and even said: "As a Chinese, it is rare for you to be able to speak Chinese so fluently." "Couldn't have asked for more. He thought I was a Chinese girl born and raised in Sri Lanka, and I was surprised that I didn't believe in Christianity, and he didn't expect me to know Marx and Engels at all.

I chose to remain silent. There is no way to explain the reason.

But I didn't bother to hide it. When Zheng Eun promised me to go to Christmas, I made it clear to him that I was going home to spend time with my son, and I had no time to be separated on his first birthday, but as a mother, I must be by his side on Christmas Eve.

At this point, he realized that I was "married". In the face of his stunned and frustrated expression, I still told him, "Yes, I'm M."

s B

ow

。 ”

"How so?" He couldn't believe it, "Why is this happening?" ”

I replied, "Because my husband's surname is B."

ow

, so ......"

"You know what I'm asking." Zheng Euncheng looked at me with a sad expression.

"I'm sorry." That's all I can say.

Others, no comment. Zuo Yi asked about me, and I just told her that I used to be called "Jin Rush" and grew up in Mayor S. There are white walls and black tiles, and the scenery is picturesque. But I'm "Theresa Brown" now, a mother of a child, and I'm content with that identity, I just want to make it better, but I've never wanted to change it.

I'm a mom.

My biggest wish is to make a lot of money and raise him.

UCL has three semesters, from the end of September to Christmas, the beginning of January to Easter, and the end of Easter until mid-July.

In fact, the study of professional courses is very beneficial to the research of new champagne wines. And in school, there are a lot of club activities, and I am very keen to participate in PA

ty, in addition to meeting more great friends, I can also find out what the younger student group likes most about the type of champagne.

After all, where there are college students, there is Pa

ty, there is Pa

Champagne is right where Ty is. Although the level of consumption cannot be compared to that of collectors, the spending power is staggering.

Around Easter, I developed two more sweet champagnes that became the perfect accompaniment to dessert after dinner, the "Gold Rai."

"It's a series. Old Brown no longer thinks "Gold Rai."

The name is cheesy.

A year has passed, and the money I have saved is enough to cover the next year of life for me and Qiqi.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

At 16 years old, little Brown is already a high school student, tall and athletic, full of youth. It's just too far from maturity.

He hasn't been home lately to play with his friends, which is something that old Brown doesn't allow. But there was hardly a day that he didn't come back with broken elbows and knees. He didn't want old Brown to know, so he didn't plan to ask Kelly to help with the wound, so he approached me. He knew I was studying pharmacy, so he knocked on my door like half a doctor.

I didn't know it at the time, but when I put down the book and went to open the door, he let go of his elbow, and the bright red blood was dripping down, and I felt dizzy and weak on the spot. This was a great surprise to little Brown, and he quickly reached out to hold me, intending to prevent me from falling, but the bloody breath came closer to me, and I pushed him away, holding on to the door frame, and almost vomited.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked.

"Stay away from me." I said, looking up to see his expression from dazed to hurt. I had to suppress the discomfort and added: "I fainted blood...... I'm sorry. ”

Little Brown looked relieved, took two steps back, looked at me silently for a few seconds, and then turned to leave.

He bandaged it himself. Because the tracksuit was so bulging on him, I couldn't help but say, "You better call your family doctor." ”

Little Brown refused without thinking about it, "Doesn't that mean telling my grandfather directly?" ”

"Are you afraid that he will teach you a lesson?" I looked at him puzzled, thinking about him that made me uncomfortable for a while, and deliberately said very unceremoniously: "If you are afraid, why do you want to do it?" ”

"There are some things, are you afraid that you won't do them?" Little Brown said, "Who makes me like." ”

I was stunned.

"Also, I'm not afraid." "I'm just avoiding conflict. He can't change me, and I can't change him. So, concealment is the best solution. ”

I was silent. Because there is no way to argue with this point of view.

After a while, I muttered, "Can you hide something for the rest of your life?" To conceal is to escape. To run away is to never find a home. ”

"What did you say?" Little Brown asked.

I realized that I was in my native language, so he didn't understand.

So I asked in English, "Can you hide it from your grandfather for the rest of your life?" ”

"No, I don't." Little Brown shrugged, "I don't have to wait a lifetime for me to become strong, and then he won't object again." Because it's useless to oppose it - it's my life, after all, isn't it? ”

I looked at his fearless blue eyes and couldn't help but be moved. It turns out that the reason why I didn't understand the meaning of risk-taking all along, not because I was steady and sophisticated, but because I was not brave enough. I didn't have the courage to take risks, I was afraid of losing. I forgot that I had nothing in the first place, and that even if I lost it, I would have to start all over again. I'm more afraid of losing than I already have so many people.

I really don't have the guts.

"You...... What's wrong? Little Brown said, "Moved to tears by my words?" ”

"Nope." I turned my head to the side, and after a pause I asked him, "Would you like me to help you re-bandage?" ”

"Aren't you fainting blood?" He asked.

"I want to try to get over it." As I spoke, I went back to the house and got a medical mask, thinking that I could avoid some bloody gas from entering my nose, "I'll try again." Trust me, I can do just fine. At least......" I glanced at his bulging sleeves, "it won't be any worse than it is now." ”

Little Brown smiled suddenly, and his blue eyes were full of tenderness.

I haven't had a caregiver and old Rondo in my time at home. Since I was born, I have spoken Chinese and S City dialect to Qiqi, as if I have been "washed".

Because now when I talk to him about it, he will look confused and think for a while before he responds to me.

His Chinese language proficiency has deteriorated severely, and he is now about the same as Little Brown, who is learning Chinese with great interest.

It's all my fault. I've already started to think about changing him to a Chinese nurseryman.

Old Brown told me, pokemo

Growing up and studying in London, English as an Enlightenment mother tongue is not a bad thing.

He's right. But for some reason, I can't be happy. It seems that I personally cut off the bonds that he should have. On weekend mornings, Kelly took Qiqi out to bask in the sun. It just so happened that old Brown went out because of something.

I sat alone in the attic, took Xun out of the black lacquer box, looked at it for a while, and played "The Original Scenery of My Hometown".

This time, no one will appear from behind again.

Even if he has the ability to track me for thousands of miles, he can't find me. Chen Yinjun has erased all traces of me in China.

Kim Rush is an outdated old business card.

There is no such person anymore.

It's pretty good, too. A foreign land, a thousand miles of stratus clouds, I can miss it unscrupulously.