(The storyline is completely fictional, the official must not sit in the right seat, if there is any similarity, it is purely a coincidence)

It gets dark late in Oxford this season, and the light is still there, and night has not fallen. But in the regular house, it's all after dinner, or at least it's time for dinner.

Harry hadn't eaten yet, he was sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, looking at the pictures on the iPad, recalling some of his past with his ex-Korean girlfriend, who was both Oriental.

Harry's phone was placed in the study on the second floor, and the ringtone was also turned up at a low volume, and the phone rang several times in succession, soft music, but Harry downstairs did not hear the phone ring at all.

HARRY WAS PORING THROUGH THE PHOTOS ON HIS IPAD WHEN THERE WAS A BANG-BANG KNOCK ON THE DOOR.

Who will come at this hour? Harry got up in confusion, almost never knocking on the door at this time. He was very careful, and with his index finger, he gently hooked the four small wooden lattice window panes hanging in the fruit-patterned hollow gauze curtains, from the index finger hooked up a very small, almost negligible gap, changed the angle to see, it turned out to be "really good", he was very surprised. Originally barefoot, he immediately returned to the couch and put on his slippers.

Because of the reflection, the people outside can't see the actions of the people inside. Jing Hao knocked a few more times before Harry opened the door, and he asked her in a somewhat surprised tone, "That's good!" It's you! Here comes my house again, why? ”

Jing Hao breathlessly said a few words: "I'm really sorry, there is something very important to explain to you. I was going to send an email, call to say something, or talk about it tomorrow, but you didn't answer the phone, and I was about to come out, so I stopped by and bothered you......"

Harry didn't understand what was going on, and reassured her that she didn't have to hurry, saying that it was time for dinner, so it was better to go to the kitchen and cook something to eat, and leave her to eat and talk.

Jing Hao was anxious, but she could only sit in the living room and wait, while looking through an old photo album that Harry had found from upstairs to show her: some of the photos of Harry when he was young turned out to be a long-haired rock 'n' roll youth, like the tune of the Beatles Beatles, and wearing wide round-rimmed glasses!

Compared with Harry's mature gentlemanly demeanor today, the change in a person is really a bit incredible - from long hair over the ears to the neatness of today, from torn jeans to the current regularity, from sitting on the bank of the Thames with a guitar on his shoulder to vent his hormones, to walking slowly on the campus path with a stack of handouts without expression...... How could this be the same person? Jing Hao couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

After looking at the photos, Jing Hao got up again and looked at the books on the shelves, and there were more than twenty books in the first row that were all of Harry's scholarly works, both written by him and written by him. In the second row are more than a dozen translations of some of Harry's works in French, German, Japanese, Korean, Spanish, Italian, Polish, etc. Just looking at it, none of the translations are in Chinese.

Although Jing Hao had known that Harry was erudite, she did not know that he was only forty-four years old, that he had written so many books and had translated so many languages. She was a little surprised, and a kind of admiration that was not quite the same as the simple respect she had for Harry was born from the bottom of her heart.

Because of this more understanding of Harry, I am really embarrassed to let the professor work in the kitchen alone, plus she also wants to communicate with Harry about Mayo quickly, so she went to the kitchen several times to help. But Harry said that she was not familiar with it, so she didn't have to do anything, just go back to the living room and sit, flip through the magazines, watch TV, and wait.

Soon, Harry prepared a simple dinner, with pizza and pasta, and vegetable salad, and poured two glasses of juice, and the food and drink on the table were red, green, yellow and orange, and the color was very beautiful. Jing Hao wanted to serve things, but he didn't let him, he asked Jing Hao to sit down, and brought it all over by himself.

Finally sat down, Jing was about to move the knife and fork, but Harry suddenly stood up, and stretched out his right index finger to Jing Hao, as if there was something important for her to wait, Jing Hao watched curiously: he walked to the wall, turned off the headlights in the living room, turned on the wall lamp again, took out two large white carved thick candles from under the coffee table, lit them, and placed them in the center of the dining table—Jing smiled, thinking: This is their family candlelight dinner? It's fun, but it's good enough to pretend.

But the atmosphere and tone are quite moving. In particular, Harry's dark blue eyes looked so warm and soft in the candlelight. And, all of a sudden, there is the security, relaxation, softness and quietness of home. She was suddenly infatuated with the atmosphere.

I recall that I have known Chen Dongliang - my old classmate or boyfriend, I have known each other for more than 20 years, and I have been dating as a boyfriend and girlfriend for several years, but I always feel that I still feel like two good classmates, or they are good neighbors and colleagues.

They often eat fast food together, McDonald's, Pizza Hut, either burgers or pizza, sometimes sushi, or home-cooked restaurants, noisy Sichuan restaurants or seafood restaurants, noisy and bustling.

Thinking of this, Jing Hao couldn't help but glance up at Harry, who was eating seriously and didn't say a word. The European usage is a left-handed right-handed knife, and Harry is a left-hander, so it's reversed: left-handed, right-handed. Holding a fork with the right hand is a bit like the habit of many Chinese people to use cutlery when eating Western food, because we are used to holding chopsticks with our right hand, so we always like to use our right hand to make forks.

I saw Harry cut off a piece of pizza and put it in his mouth, his mouth was closed tightly, and his cheeks all moved to chew this piece of pizza, which is different from many Chinese who like to chew "bar click" when eating.

She remembered the sound of Chen Dongliang's "click" when he was eating. No matter what he eats, he can eat the sweet sound of "da, da, da", even if he eats ice cream, fries, or burgers. When eating Chinese food, that's even more so.

Of course, it is not possible to simply and rudely judge whether a person's level of civilization is high or low because of who eats without sound and who eats with sound, but no sound is indeed more comfortable in most cases. Mrs. Chen once told a story to Jing Hao: the marriage of a Chinese man and a Danish woman ended with these different living habits, the two of them were originally classmates of Niu University, and after getting married, they went to live together in Northern Europe, had three children, and suddenly divorced more than ten years later. The reason for the divorce is said to be that the man always gnaws pig's trotters in front of his Danish wife, and every time, he gnaws and chews sounds, and the Danish woman finally can't stand it anymore one day......

Jing Hao lowered his head and continued to cut his own pizza. She never seemed to have a sense of distance from Chen Dongliang, and she didn't experience anything novel or interesting from Chen Dongliang. Jing Hao looked up again and quietly glanced at Harry, who was eating very seriously. Jing Hao also eats with his mouth closed like Harry.

It's not surprising at all when you think about it, Chen Dongliang and Jing Hao's growth and living environment are very similar, surprisingly similar - it's like two pots of flowers placed side by side on the same balcony. The family economic situation is very similar, and they are all considered to be the post-85 generation who have no worries about food and clothing; The hospital where I was born is very similar, the kindergarten I went to is the same, the elementary school I went to is similar, the middle school I went to is similar, and the university I went to is similar......

When the two of them are together, they just go to the environment they are all familiar with, go shopping, go shopping, watch movies, eat, walk to the beach, and then go to each other's houses to play.

Everything in Chen Dongliang's life was originally familiar to her. Everything in his world, almost everything in hers. He probably did the same to her world.

Jing Hao glanced up at Harry again, who was still concentrating on his meal. When Harry eats, the look in his eyes and expressions seems to indicate that he has a very good impression of the food, and even interacts with the food.

This is also very different from Chen Dongliang, Chen Dongliang likes to chat and talk when eating, Jing Hao sometimes likes to talk, many Chinese like to chat loudly when eating, so Chinese restaurants are often bustling, noisy, but also have a special flavor. However, Jing Hao ate in a restaurant in London, and found that many British people talk loudly when they eat out. Therefore, people are roughly the same, in the final analysis, but people with different personality characteristics are not the same.

Compared with the thick books on the white birch bookshelves with wood scars, the colorful, tempting, steaming meals on the light brown oak dining table, and Harry's quiet and contented eating, Jing Hao seems to see another side of Harry's warm family man.

It's been a long time since I've been home to China, and in addition to the warmth of candlelight and a table of food, Jing Hao has experienced the atmosphere that can only be found at home in Harry's house, although the food tastes much simpler and blander than Chinese food.

And in addition to the atmosphere that can only be found at home, Jinghao also felt something else, and she couldn't say it clearly, as if there was something in the air that could not be seen or grasped.

After eating for a while, Harry asked Jing Hao how the food tasted and Jing Hao quickly said, "Very good, it tastes very good, I'm sorry, I just remember to eat it, in fact, I feel good when I take the first bite." Thank you. ”

After that, Jinghao hurried into the topic and mentioned the matter of Mayo. Harry understated that he would help introduce Mayo to work at another school, so that Jing Hao would not have to worry.

Both Harry and Jinghao deliberately concealed that they knew about the "photo", he thought she didn't know, and she thought he didn't know. In fact, Jing Hao wanted to say it, but she didn't know how to say it, so she hesitated. Harry deliberately diverted the topic, asking Jing Hao how he felt about life in the UK and some of his recent studies, and did not mention Mayo at all. Jing Hao was thinking about Mayo's "mission", and she didn't have the heart to do it, so Harry asked something, and she replied a few words.

Eat and drink well, Jing Hao said that he would help clean up the dishes, Harry repeatedly said no, and Jing Hao was no longer polite. Look at the watch on the wall: Ah, it's 8:50, time flies! She got up to say goodbye, but Harry didn't hold back at all, and got up to see her off.

Jing Hao almost opened the door by himself, not wanting Harry to be very careful, he waved his hand and signaled, and then gently pushed Jing Hao away, walked to the gate first, opened the door, stretched out his head to look at the left side of the door, and then looked at the right, to make sure that there was no one, and then let Jing Hao go out. Jing Hao was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, did he know that someone saw her walking out of his house with him on the day of the heavy rain? "Once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of the well rope", Harry's cautious appearance is a little pedantic and funny, Jing Hao thought it was funny, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't have imagined that he would be like this.