(The storyline is fictitious, the official must not sit in the opposite seat, the similarity is purely a coincidence)

Zhang Yiyun is right, even if Harry has a child, regardless of whether it is born in or out of wedlock, at his age, it is not unusual, and another one, in fact, the British have long been accustomed to children born out of wedlock, and there will be no discrimination or moral condemnation.

However, it was difficult for Jing Hao to think about it. If it were Lei Xiaoming, I am afraid that he would solve this knot in his heart more skillfully, even if Harry really had an illegitimate child, he would be able to turn the conflict into a jade silk. However, Jinghao didn't know what to do.

Jing Hao also understands that there are only two ways to do it, one is to pretend not to know and continue to try to date Harry, of course, this will have two results: eventually come together, or not together; The second option is to meet Harry face to face and ask him what he is going to do. This also leads to two outcomes: to continue the relationship or to stop......

She wondered if she would have a deep talk with Harry, but the point was, even if she asked, what would she do?

Now it is clear that he is going to take the little girl back to England from her Korean relatives and start school in the autumn semester in September and October. In the future, the little girl is going to live with Harry! People are father and daughter, what is the situation of themselves? For a person with a simple experience like Jing Hao, this thing is really confusing, and I can't accept it when I think about it. There is also one question mark that can't be bypassed, that is, "Why is he hiding it?" ”

Jing Hao wanted to leave for a while like the disgusting things he encountered when Lao Zheng first met. Can't you hide if you can't afford to provoke it?

This is the weakness of the character of people like her, because she has never really encountered anything since she was a child, she has never suffered hardship, and when she really encounters something, she always wants to rely on time to pass the past, and she is not willing to reason with others head-on, let alone fight and kill others. Otherwise, she should have written a report letter to expose Lao Zheng, and there would be another lively story.

After lying down for a while, it was dark outside, she suddenly got up and sat down at her desk, opened her laptop, logged on to the airline's website, and booked a flight seat, which was still the original OPEN (open-ended, indefinite) ticket.

TWO DAYS LATER, JINGHAO DRAGGED TWO BIG SUITCASES AND A BULGING BACKPACK ON HIS BACK AND SAT ON THE BLUE OXFORD TUBE AND RUSHED TO LONDON HEATHROW AIRPORT.

Before leaving, Jing Hao hesitated to send an email to Harry's mailbox. I wrote it, deleted it, deleted it, wrote it again, and in the end, it stayed in the draft box.

Sitting on the bus to London Heathrow, floating out the window through the pastures, meadows, and forests of England, I quietly remembered that I had deleted and rewritten, written and deleted, deleted and rewritten, and finally did not send an email to Harry. She writes:

Perhaps, after all, we come from different cultures, and it is inevitable that there will be many estrangements and misunderstandings. What you don't think is a problem, maybe a big deal for me...... I don't want to be hidden, and I'm sorry that I'm not mature enough, not brave enough......

At London Heathrow Airport, Jing Hao first went to check-in to change the boarding card and checked in the luggage. But pinching her boarding pass, she was clearly hesitating in front of the security gate, as if waiting for something to happen.

Looking at the English letters of the blue sign "Security Check" on the door, she seemed to lose her understanding all of a sudden, and looked at it repeatedly. Of course, she was a little reluctant to walk over, and it seemed that she was determined to allow herself to move forward.

After takeoff, less than 11 hours, soon, watch two movies, go to the bathroom, eat and drink, take a nap, and wake up, it is Beijing......

But she was still standing in place, and there were already many people around her who had automatically lined up to wait for the security check, and she didn't join in, she was still hesitating...... She grunted in her throat a few times and swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva......

She even looked back at the jumble of passages at Heathrow Airport, several leading to the bus station, to the train turnaround station, and to the car park...... The lights in the passage were incandescent and crowded with people, coming, coming, and going, people of all colors......

She remembered that when she was in class, Harry had told her about Hollywood romantic films, which would always give the audience a happy ending at the end, and now she knew that it was just a modeled conjecture of modern commercial culture, a routine or trap dedicated to the audience. Because people need that happy ending to motivate themselves to live, so that maybe 80% of the unhappy real life can continue......

BUT FOR A MOMENT, JING HAO REALLY EXPECTED HARRY TO SUDDENLY APPEAR AT THE EXIT OF A CERTAIN PASSAGE TOWARDS THIS PLACE - THE MOST LOGICAL SHOULD BE THE EXIT OF THE PASSAGE AT THE CENTRAL STATION, BECAUSE MOST PEOPLE FROM OXFORD CITY TAKE THE OXFORD TUBE BLUE BUS TO THE CENTRAL STATION OF THE AIRPORT, AND THIS EXIT IS THE MOST CONVENIENT ROUTE......

If she had thought that she would be in such a scene, standing like this, waiting like this, she would have sent an email to Harry, and deliberately sent it four or five hours earlier, or a day, so that Harry would have time to stop her calmly when he saw it, or come to Heathrow to find her.

He could start by picking up a bouquet of beautiful pale yellow petals and pink poppies at the Polish stall on the corner of Queen's Street, which the Polish stall owners liked to wrap in the Times the day before. After buying the flowers, Harry would walk a few steps to the opposite Queen's Street station, hold the flowers in his left hand, hang his arm, and tilt his head slightly in the direction of the car on the right, waiting for the blue double-decker bus to the airport......

If that were the case, he would have been in the scene—she would have looked back at the crowded passages, and he, out of nowhere, would flash out from behind some of them, holding the handful of flowers in his left hand, and walk towards her, first briskly, then perhaps in small steps, or in large strides toward her......

At this time, there will be the sound of piano music as background music, and the picture should also be a slow motion in the romantic style......

Of course, Jing Hao has watched too many movies. The reality in front of me is that the people are noisy and bustling, and the people around them, all kinds of people, Middle Easterners wearing big robes with their faces covered, Europeans who can't tell whether they are Spanish, Italian, or Danish, Indians, Japanese, or Koreans from Asia, without exception, are busy working, or walking, or doing check-ins, looking for windows, queuing, and some of them are still anxious on their faces.

Obviously, there is no second person in the environment of the airport, just stunned and upright, fantasizing about the movie picture of fading in and out over and over again......

She didn't know if she would ever see Harry again. This time it may be to leave the place where the car drove from the right forever.

Finally, Jing Hao lifted his feet and walked forward, standing in line behind a muscular European man with a backpack, and gradually moved towards the blue-framed security gate......

Harry found out that Jing Hao was gone, and almost at this time, he couldn't get through on the phone, so he stopped by her place while he was out, knocked on the door, and the Swedish boy told him that Jing Hao had gone home and had just gone to the airport in the morning.

He was very surprised and sad in his heart, more confused, and couldn't understand the reason, why did Jing Hao suddenly want to leave? Even if his mother talked a little too much at the relative's wedding buffet that day, she wouldn't say goodbye like this, just leave! Is it something that's going on in her home?

Harry's face was gloomy, and he walked all the way home, opened a small bottle of Scotch whisky when he entered the door, took a big sip on his back, curled up on the sofa in his living room, and looked through his two love books: "How to Fall in Love with a Woman" and "How to Fall in Love with a Chinese Woman......

Harry wore a pair of dark grey socks on his feet, the legs were long and straightened enough to reach the middle of his calf, but now one was crouched on his ankles, revealing a large white calf with a layer of glittering golden hair; The other sock was flattened and covered by the pants, and it was impossible to see where its edges were.

Even though it was daylight, the downstairs living room was blocked by the trees around the window, so the lights were still on. The lights in the room were dim and soft, and the large ball-shaped kraft-colored folded paper chandelier on the ceiling was blankly accompanying Harry......

Outside the window of Harry's house, diagonally opposite is the world-famous shark house, with the tail of the big shark cocked, soaring into the sky, and some birds flying around in the blue sky.

Over London Heathrow, a plane flies silently across the blue sky......

Looking out of the porthole, when London was getting smaller and smaller, Jing Hao gently closed her eyes. The corners of her eyes were a little wet, and she was still reluctant to leave Harry like that.