【Lou Cheng】 How easy is another day

In the story of @凤之女孩 they returned to Cambridge again, thank you for liking this little story, then I will give you a small clip^^

Timeline of "Bie Day He Yi".Still the same old saying: all the OOC and mistakes are mine.Lou Cheng is not mine.

Coded directly on the LFT, it is very short, just a fragment.Everyone has fun~

Minglou and Mingcheng's trip to England again came as a surprise.

Minglou had taken refuge in the UK during the mentorship battle in Leuven, when the LSE offered him a teaching position.The old man has always been grateful for this kindness across the North Sea, so in the second year of Dr. Minglou's second year, he kicked him to England for half a year, saying: practice international law with the British.Then practice how to live a decent life under harsh conditions.

Ming Lou understands the previous sentence: In Leuven’s law school, canon law and Roman law are the main ones since the school was founded, and international law can only be regarded as a small branch. To worship the mountain of international law, you still have to go to London.

At first he thought the latter sentence was a joke of the elderly. After all, Britain and the mainland have ridiculed each other for hundreds of years. The essence of it can definitely be written in several thick textbooks for future generations to learn. But he didn’t understand this sentence until he returned to England. The true meaning of -

He no longer recognized the city.As far as the eye can see, there are countless ruins and rubble, and pale and emaciated people walk among them, like living ghosts one by one.

Minglou had never seen London during the war with his own eyes, but he had been to Chongqing, heard the nerve-wracking shriek of air defense sirens, and seen dismembered corpses, so he knew exactly what had happened to this city.

Everything is rationing.Energy, heating, and especially food are scarce. Everyone Minglou met, regardless of gender, age, or age, was very thin—the British themselves are thin, and they don’t smile much. In such a harsh and difficult environment, they are even thinner. , There are fewer smiles, but the light in the eyes is immortal.

He spends the winter in London.During the day, when the weather is good, I go to the library to do my thesis, and when the weather is too bad, I go to Charing Cross to buy second-hand books. After nightfall, I write letters to Mingcheng to pass the notorious winter in England: it is wet, cold, and windy. , no snow, but endless freezing rain, is the only unlimited supply of British specialties at this time.

For the first time in his life, Minglou developed chilblains on his hands.

Probably because of this, Jiao Mingcheng saw the clues from the changes in his handwriting, and suddenly wrote a letter one day, saying that he would take a boat on a certain month in a certain year and then transfer to a train to come and see him.

Seeing that everything was arranged in his letter, there was no room for discussion, Ming Lou refused to persuade him, and went to King's Cross early to wait for him on the appointed day.

As a result, the train from the south was delayed that day.I should have arrived at noon, but it was late at two o'clock.After meeting on the platform, Mingcheng was stunned when he saw Minglou's appearance, his expression was indescribable, but Minglou stepped forward with a smile, and gave him a gentle hug: "What's the matter, it's been a while since we last saw each other. Why are you so happy?"

Mingcheng's body trembled slightly, he grabbed his hand, took off Minglou's gloves and frowned when he saw the frostbite mark on it.

Ming Lou still smiled nonchalantly: "British specialty. They say decent people have it now. It's okay, it will be fine when the weather is warmer."

After speaking, I want to carry the suitcase for Mingcheng.Mingcheng refused at first, but Minglou insisted, and then said: "Then we will take turns to carry it."

At first Minglou wondered what this was, but he didn't expect the box to sink unexpectedly, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows and looking at Mingcheng: "Mr. Ming, you have exchanged all your wealth for yellow croakers and decided to set up camp in the British Isles No?"

His tone and expression finally attracted Mingcheng to smile. He glanced at him and said: "Canned beef, biscuits, and butter. Before I came, I hesitated. Should I bring an extra suit of clothes, or add two boxes of canned food..."

Having said this, his voice lowered, and he said with some embarrassment: "...so I don't even have time to change and wash. When I get home, I have to borrow your clothes."

Minglou looked at him, and then smiled again after a while, and continued to chat with him: "Mr. Ming, the food you eat in this box is no different from yellow croakers in England at this moment. Do you know that there is a piece of real fish on the market now? What is the price of the butter?"

Mingcheng looked at him, but he was not amused.After a while, seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he quickly took Qianminglou's empty hand.

Because of this unexpected box of gifts, Ming Lou's original plan was disrupted.But he thought about it, and decided to ask Mingcheng for advice: "I didn't know you brought such a heavy luggage, I wanted to take you somewhere. Now there is still time, and it's not far away... I want to take you there have a look."

"Then go." Mingcheng put his hand on the box, "I'll carry it. It's not that heavy. What is it?"

Minglou didn't answer him: "You'll know when you go."

They took a bus stop, then got down and walked against the wind for a while, and came to a small square.In order to make the walk a bit more pleasant, Minglou told Mingcheng about his life in London during this time while walking, especially mentioning that the library of SOAS can borrow a lot of Chinese books, such as Three Kingdoms, Water Margin, and Red Chamber , the books are all good. When he mentioned "Jin Ping Mei", he paused and said: "This book has been published in English. I saw it in a second-hand bookstore in Charing Cross. It is very elegant. The author is also interesting. "Not suitable for visual inspection" directly translated the Latin text... Read the acknowledgment, he also got the help of one of our compatriots in translating this book, I don't know if it is Shu or Shu..."

Mingcheng glared at him: "I don't think your life is particularly hard these days, and you have compared the versions."

"Close the door on a snowy night. Winter in England is terrible." Having said this, Minglou slowed down and stopped in front of a building, "Here we are."

It was a Victorian or Georgian building. It looked ordinary from the outside, neither a residence nor a company. Before entering the door, Mingcheng glanced at the sign on the street, Gordon Square.

They left the boxes at the front desk, and Minglou led Mingcheng through the front hall, going deep.They were the only visitors that day, so as soon as they turned to a place where no one was around, Mingcheng took off his gloves and went to hold Minglou's hand.The two got closer and closer, but they also walked more and more slowly. Mingcheng didn't know what Minglou was taking him to see, so he couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked softly, "Who do you want to see?"

Minglou thought for a while after hearing the words: "It can't be counted either."

Mingcheng patted him lightly: "Don't be tricky."

Minglou turned his face away, and asked him instead: "Ah Cheng, when did you come to the house?"

Mingcheng was startled—he actually forgot that it was today many years ago.

"Brother..." The address he hadn't used for a long time came out all of a sudden, and what he saw next made him forget all the words.

It was a large, empty room furnished with nothing else but china, great and small, glowing softly in the dim light of a London winter afternoon.

"This..." Mingcheng looked at the utensils in front of him dazedly.

Minglou patted him on the back and took him to see one of them. It was a blue-glazed container with three legs and a round mouth. The shape and color were unbelievably beautiful.

"The first time I saw it, I wanted to take you to see it. It reminds me of you."

After an unknown amount of time, Minglou opened his mouth again, and relying on the cover of his overcoat, he took Mingcheng's hand firmly and never let go.The hands of both of them were a little cold, but quickly warmed up again.

"I miss you so much, Mr. 'Celadon'." Minglou indulged a kiss and brushed Mingcheng's ear, making sure it looked like a decent whisper from a decent person to another decent person, "Thank you for coming."

END

Well, they went to see David's collection.They were on permanent display in Gordon Square, London, before being transferred to Hall 95 of the British Museum. 23333333.David David is one of the most important collections of Chinese porcelain overseas.

What the young master took Ah Cheng to see was a piece of Ru kiln.Then recently the Forbidden City is exhibiting Ru Kiln, and David also came to a collection. Those who are interested in GNS can go and have a look~

Happy weekend, I'm going to the theater~