Dickens was also taken aback when he saw Arthur's emotional outburst.

But this is not a sudden whim for Arthur, who has been in this world for almost five years.

In five years he walked the dirt roads of the Yorkshire countryside, attended the atheist college on Gower Street in London, walked through the hustle and bustle of the Royal Theatre, and penetrated into the darkest corners of London's East End.

In York, he saw the lavish estates of the aristocracy, and from afar he looked out at York Minster, which was built in 627 AD.

But he also saw the scene of hired farmers braving the rain in their bare-toed shoes and socks to harvest grain in muddy wheat fields during the rainy season, just to hold on to the last bit of income.

The loom in the family workshop squeaks and creaks, but the most ingenious woman can only make half a meter of fabric in a day.

In the spinning mill built by the river, it only took a moment to defeat the hard work of the women.

In London, he saw the London docks during the peak shipping season in April and September.

It was full of dock workers carrying large bags, carrying bags of hundreds of pounds of tea and spices, carrying goods down the fragile board, and from a distance, it looked like a swarm of ants.

I had also seen the bleakness of the winter harbor, where thousands of wrestlers gathered in front of a few cargo ships, fighting each other for the sake of waiting for a job of two shillings a day.

He didn't want to see these things, but as long as he lived in the world, there were things that he couldn't escape.

The Whigs?

The Tories?

To Arthur, it was just a pronoun.

What's the difference between them?

I'm sorry.

He really couldn't tell the difference.

There are a number of housekeeping regulations in Scotland Yard.

But there was only one thing Arthur was abiding by from the bottom of his heart.

The police at Scotland Yard should be politically neutral at all times, neither favouring the Whigs nor the Tories.

He has no doubts about this.

He smoked in silence, and the mood that he had managed to sort out in the past two days fell into a dead silence again.

Seeing him like this, Dickens couldn't help but put his arm on his shoulder and said, "Arthur, are you interested in hearing my story?" ”

Arthur glanced at him and pinned the ashes from his pipe to the ground.

"I've read your article many times, but this is the first time I've heard you tell a story."

Dickens smiled and said, "You may not believe it, but in fact, my family was quite good when I was a child. Although it is not rich, it can be said to be solid. My father was a clerk in the Quartermaster Department of the Admiralty, and my mother also came from a middle-class family.

Although my father went bankrupt because of his debts, our family's conditions soon deteriorated.

But as the second of eight children, I was fortunate enough to have attended school in my early years and received a certain level of education.

I think when I was about 12 years old, my father was put in a debtor's prison because he couldn't pay his debts.

He wrote to his family asking for money from prison, but the family had nothing left, so it wasn't long before my mother was imprisoned with several of our siblings.

But I was lucky, I was working as a child laborer in a shoe polish factory at the time, so my creditor let me continue to work there to pay off my family's debts, and the judge didn't let me go in.

A few months later, my father borrowed money from relatives and my family was finally released from prison.

After that, I worked part-time to pay off my debts and studied in middle school at the same time.

When I was 14 years old, because I had a good memory and good handwriting, I was given the opportunity to join the British News Agency, and they sent me to Parliament as an interviewer.

I thought life would be so good, but it wasn't long before my family was blasted out by the landlord for non-payment of rent, and I dropped out of school.

Since then, I've done a lot of work, I've sold newspapers, I've done chores, I've worked as a street worker.

Thanks to my hard work, I was given the opportunity to work as an apprentice at a law firm.

I learned some basic legal knowledge there, and I also learned shorthand, and with these skills, I got myself a job as a court clerk, and I continued to work part-time as a tabloid reporter.

And then I met you, Arthur.

I don't know how there is such a handsome person as you in this world?

Your speech that day really touched me, you said a lot of what I wanted to say, you did everything I wanted to do.

All along, I have been silently enduring the world, silently bearing my fate, and I feel that this may be the ordeal that I am destined to suffer.

I thought I was the only one, until I found out that many of the ladies and gentlemen on the jury thought the same thing.

Everyone is not satisfied with the world, and they are not satisfied with all the bullshit laws, but only you dare to stand up in court and present it to everyone.

I don't say this because I want to praise you as the new police inspector, or because I want to compliment you for some advantage.

Arthur, you're a good guy, you're really a nice guy.

You know, you don't have to do those things, but you just did it.

I'm talking to you all this just to tell you that what you're doing isn't for nothing.

Arthur, there are many things that you are not used to, everyone is not used to it, but it is not your fault, the world is like this.

Maybe you haven't changed much, but you've at least made an effort.

So, don't feel bad, and don't blame yourself.

At least you changed the fate of some people, including Little Adam, and me.

Seriously, I still think you were sent by God to care for me, you got my article published in The Times, and you made me ...... You made me a lot of money......

You, you let me pay off my family's debts, and I have the rest to pay for my younger siblings to study.

I am very grateful to you, I really appreciate you. ”

Dickens said this, his words were already a little choked, and the tears in the corners of his eyes flowed down his cheeks like a stream.

He raised his hand to wipe away his tears and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I was trying to comfort you, but I ended up making myself cry."

I just wanted to learn to do what you've done, that's why I'm here like this, and I wouldn't even be able to keep my interview if it weren't for you.

Arthur, I'm such a useless journalist, and I'll probably never be as good as you. ”

Arthur looked at Dickens's tearful smile and shook his head slightly.

After all, the man standing in front of him was only an eighteen-year-old young man, he didn't have the deep thoughts of a few decades later, and he didn't have the insight to see through everything, all he had was a hot beating heart.

But......

For one person, that's probably enough.

After all, he, the guy who judged Dickens, was just a hairy boy who was just twenty years old.

He took off his yarke hat and fastened it to Dickens's head, covering his tearful eyes.

"Although Elder is not in tune, he is really right about one thing, you are still far from the great writer."

Dickens's eyes were covered, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but through the corners of his mouth, his gentle smile could be seen.

"Arthur, a person like me may not be able to be a great writer for the rest of his life."

"Nope." Arthur denied: "It is precisely people like you who are most likely to become great writers." On the occasion of parting, let me send you a word. ”

"What?"

Arthur patted him lightly on the shoulder: "No matter what others say or do, I must be a good person myself." Just like a piece of jade, or gold, or purple robe, it's not because of how noble they are, but because I want to maintain their natural brilliance. ”

With that, Arthur got up and left the scene with a calm step.

Dickens hurriedly stood up, and he asked at the top of his voice, "Did you say that?" ”

Arthur turned his back to Dickens and did not stop, he put one hand in his pocket and raised the other hand to wave.

"I can't say anything so good. Read more of Marcus Aurelius's Meditations, imp! ”

Dickens thought thoughtfully, and after a while he remembered the hat that Arthur had buttoned on his head.

"Arthur, your hat!"

Then Arthur finally stopped, and he struggled for a long time before gritting his teeth and replying.

"No, it's just a two-shilling hat, I'll give it to you!"

Seeing this, Agareth snickered: "Just to be handsome, are you tired?" ”

Arthur glanced at him: "It's not to be handsome, I'll dedicate it to the new century." ”