A few weeks later, Chen Ying and many Americans emerged from Wimbledon and stepped into the autumn sun. They were accompanied by Vietnamese, Indians, Japanese, and other indigenous people from other European countries, who spontaneously formed minority groups from all over the world in a large group of several hundred people, following behind the large group of visitors from the New World. This small group of people always seemed timid, and even the exuberant music in the bar room could not break them down. The group supported each other on the left-hand side of the street, helping each other so as not to get lost. Unlike the smug Americans, they rarely stop in front of shops or take pictures on the street.

Chen Ying was a member of this peculiar group. However, before dinner every day, she would always find an Internet café or phone booth to contact Qin Hong. She calculated that by this time he was usually already up, had just arrived at work or was on his way.

"What do you think is the connection between people? A phone line? An American girl asked her.

She didn't want to be disturbed by these taunts, and every day she looked around like an alarm clock to find a place with an internet connection. She writes emails on her own computer, stores them in a USB flash drive, and then finds a computer with Internet access to send them. Every day after dinner is free time, and when others go to the bar, do groceries, or hang out, she is always finishing her daily homework. That night, they collectively watched a musical about a group of young people who have no goals and are looking for their dreams. The ending was not satisfactory to her. Collectively, they founded a school in an attempt to solve their current state of emptiness and confusion.

"Is this really the solution to the problem?"

She wrote this question into her letter to Qin Hong. She knew he might not know the answer. When we were young, we were all confused, because no one knew where the future was, so the more we experienced a little bit of something, the more we wanted to dig out the feelings of the vicissitudes of life. After she finished writing the letter, she took the stored USB flash drive, repeatedly confirmed that it was correct, and went downstairs to the street with a few coins. When she had just returned from dinner, she had noticed that there was a youth hostel opposite the hotel, which provided only one pound to provide half an hour of Internet access. She had become accustomed to these days of traveling, and with the coin-for-money password, she expertly logged into her email and began to copy and paste quickly.

There are no new messages in your inbox.

She refreshed the page again in disbelief, still no, the latest email was still the one she had replied to last night, and even the miscellaneous advertising messages were received. It was past three o'clock in the morning in China, and she didn't want to wake him up from his dream. She read the letter he had sent yesterday sentence by sentence, and replied with the letter she had just written. The other news was not interesting, the computer did not have a Chinese input method, and she stayed for a few more minutes before getting up and leaving, walking alone to the Thames. Big Ben is still a few minutes away from striking eight o'clock in Westminster. The Gothic building stands out against the deep blue of the night sky, with its spires and moats looming in the London mist.

It's still early, and Chen Ying is not tired yet. She stood alone on the bridge next to the bell tower. She held on to the railing with her left hand, and the black river trickled under her feet, shattering the reflection of the trident street lamp at the bridgehead against the water. The yachts all returned to the dock, and the water was empty.

"Chen Ying?" Someone shouted behind him.

She followed the prestige, and a tall, lanky figure jumped out of the red double-decker bus and walked quickly in front of her.

"Is it really you?" Wang Yi said, "Such a coincidence? ”

Chen Ying nodded and looked up at him. He hadn't seen him for more than two months, and he didn't seem to have changed much, except that he had put a light sweater over his plaid shirt, a gray trench coat on his arm, and the same sneakers he had worn under his khaki pants.

"We went to Cambridge yesterday and just arrived in London this afternoon." He looked at her with surprise, "You can move freely tomorrow morning, are you still there?" ”

"Yes." She whispered, "But assemble before half past eleven at noon, and then take the Eurostar undersea train to Belgium." ”

"Leaving tomorrow? It's hard to see you. He saw her wrap her arms around and hurriedly drape her trench coat over her shoulders, "It's cold here, let's go for a walk elsewhere." ”

They walked side by side along the north bank of the river to the east, crossing the river from Waterloo Bridge to see the London Eye. The inner ring of this tall sightseeing gondola glows golden, and the giant Ferris wheel rotates slowly in the glow of searchlights, and tourists from all over the world take pictures.

"It's too late today, the ticket office is closed." Wang Yi said with regret, "Sitting on it and watching the scenery must be spectacular." ”

Chen Ying's hand accidentally touched Wang Yi's fingertips, and she hurriedly retracted it. But he pulled it over, put it between the palms of his two hands, and sighed softly: "Good ice fingers." ”

Then he took her fingers in his palms and pulled her to see Shakespeare's Globe Theatre. The theater was long closed, and they walked around the outer wall, where he had come during the day, and described to her what he had seen:

"Have you seen Shakespeare's Love History? The theater in that movie was modeled after the set here. Inside, there are three tiers of reclining seats, and although it does not look large from the outside, it can accommodate nearly 3,000 spectators at the same time. Due to the limited conditions, the chairs are all wooden benches, the middle grandstand is also covered with wooden floors for the convenience of the scenery, and there are some trapdoor designs that are convenient for performances. It is said that the first performance of Romeo and Juliet took place here, and the queen of the time came to see it. ”

"Really?" She looked at the tall white façade in the night.

"A little further on is Tower Bridge." "On the other side of Tower Bridge is the famous Tower of London, where several queens of Henry VIII lost their lives," he said, pointing to the tall buildings that glowed blue in the distance. ”