They didn't go any further east, returning to the north bank of the Thames from Black Friars Bridge, past Buckingham Palace, and taking down on benches near the curb in Hyde Park. It was completely dark, and there were still quite a few people in the park, a few children of three or four years old playing hide and seek around Wellington Arch, and two policemen on dark horses gracefully passed by the gravel path. There are also people who exercise wearing Walkmans and methodically navigating through the grass. In the lake, many white swans are gathering in one place to arrange their feathers. The wind blew through the leaves above their heads, and there was a rustling sound.

"Cold?" Wang Yi carefully buttoned Chen Ying's windbreaker and looked at her carefully, "Did something happen?" ”

She bowed her head and was silent.

"Whatever you say, it's better." He enthusiastically encouraged her, "Maybe I can help." ”

She told him that she hadn't received a reply from Qin Hong. She didn't go into details, for fear that he would be suspicious.

"He must have forgotten about it." Wang Yi said calmly, "Boys, it's normal to come back once or twice once in a while." He goes to work all day, maybe he goes back and goes straight to sleep. ”

"Really?" Chen Ying asked suspiciously.

"I can write to him tomorrow and ask him. Instead of torturing yourself with cranky thoughts, tell me about interesting anecdotes. He smiled.

She was in a better mood and began to describe to him what she had experienced during the day. She told him how he could take advantage of his break to explore Notting Hill on his own, looking for the travelling bookstores and modest houses painted in the movies. The narrow streets, which were said to be peaceful, were crowded with stalls, and she haggled for an old Victorian coin with a metal chain. She took the coin out of her pocket and put it in his hand. He looked carefully at the streetlights.

"I gave it to you." She saw that he couldn't put it down and said, "It's a return gift." ”

"A return gift?" He asked.

She held up her mobile phone, and the dzi hanging on the pendant was bright or dark in the light, as if she was greeting an old acquaintance.

"You've always carried it." He said happily.

She went on to describe to him the Chinese artifacts she had seen at the British Museum. She was reluctant to leave in front of those historical relics. She takes pictures of each item and tries to get them home in this way. She wept quietly in front of the heads of those beasts in the Old Summer Palace, and if it weren't for the security guards, she would have committed a crime.

"Time was so tight that I couldn't read it all." She said with regret.

"Where do you see? I'll shoot the rest tomorrow and send it to you. He assured her.

When Big Ben told it again, it was already a quarter past ten o'clock, and she had to go back.

"Where are you going tomorrow morning?" He asked as they stood up.

"Baker Street." She said immediately.

"Where do you live? I'll pick you up at half past eight in the morning. ”

"YOU LOOK FOR ME AT THE HAMMER SMITH SUBWAY STATION."

"Definitely coming."

"See you or leave you."

They went the way they had come and parted ways by the Thames. Before leaving, Wang Yi bought a few postcards from the street vendors who closed the stalls.

Chen Ying turned around and walked down the narrow subway entrance. Even after dinner time, the London Underground is still crowded. The London Underground is the oldest underground in the world, dating back more than a hundred years. Behind the staggered crisscrossing are the evacuation channels to ensure the safety of people's lives in previous wars. The monument, which once served as a bomb shelter and shelter, now seems too narrow: many passages allow only two people to pass side by side, and many passengers in the subway cars have to keep their heads down to avoid touching the ceiling. Chen Ying took the subway route map and planned the return route. Before leaving the station, she saw a homeless man sitting against a white-tiled wall, with dirty plastic bags hanging from the edge of a small cart next to her.

"Okay, okay." He saw Chen Ying coming and stretched out his hand and said. His eyes were red, and his greasy black hair hung down to his shoulders.

She gave him five pounds.

He took it with his hand covered in black clay, put it on his mouth and kissed it again and again. Then he folded his hands and closed his eyes to her and said, "My girl, may the Lord bless you." ”

She left briskly and returned to the hotel in a blink of an eye. The Russian girl and the Lithuanian girl in the same room have fallen asleep. She shut herself in the bathroom and took a quick shower. As she brushed her teeth, she rubbed her long hair vigorously with a towel, trying to get it to dry quickly. When she was almost done, she took out a wooden comb and gently straightened it from front to back. There are some debris between the teeth of the wooden comb. She hurriedly took out her old toothbrush, which she had used two days ago, and carefully cleaned it as she filled it with water until the comb looked like it had first arrived.

She walked barefoot on the gray carpet, the bathroom lights went out automatically, and the room was dark, and she checked the door lock with the light of her phone screen and returned to her bed. Her bed was against the window, and when the linen curtains were lifted, she could see the glow of the London Eye. The drowsy virus spread through the room, she struggled to set the alarm clock, turned off her phone, fell asleep as soon as her shoulder touched the pillow, and she didn't even hear half a sentence of the Russian girl's ensuing series of dreams.