Lens

7 days have passed away quietly the moment the sun jumped out of the horizon.

Ron Pezhua left China wearing a windbreaker, this place where his ancestors lived, this place where the climate is suitable, he took a cruise ship to the UK, that humid but also called the motherland.

On the first day, he sat in the room, looking at the blue sea through the small window. He had nothing to do, and he couldn't think of anything he could do.So his daily life is only eating, sleeping, and other physical activities.

The next day, he went out to talk and communicate with other tourists as if he woke up, but he still sat in the room after returning.At night, when his new friends came to invite him to a banquet, he changed his enthusiastic face during the day and said to his friends quietly, "I am thinking about a very important thing, which determines my journey. .”

On the third day, he changed to another place and stayed quietly.Some female guests who were infatuated with him did not give up and handed invitation letters to his room. After all, who has never dreamed of Prince Charming.When the night came, he had one more thing to do, which was to write his apology to those female guests on the letter paper.

On the fourth day, he seemed to have been able to see some ships on the Suez Canal.He silently wrote a letter without a recipient. He put it into a bottle, corked it, filled it with white sand, and placed it on the only table in his room.

On the fifth day, he finally arrived at his hometown. After being silent for too long, he opened his mouth on the second day. Afterwards, he communicated with pen and paper.He thought for a while, pushed open the door, and picked up the last invitation letter he received. He had received this invitation letter many times in a row. Banquets were held in turn, and among these people were different people group, so they usually don't interfere with both parties, and they don't invite someone who has rejected many times, even if he is handsome and rich.Ron opened the invitation letter, and what he saw was a line of cursive English, which read: Youmusthaveananswer (You must have an answer).Ron attended his first and last banquet on the Rose of the Sea (the name of the cruise ship).

The night star rises, the sky is already black, and the sea is silent.Ron tidied up the scarf, and he asked Kailin to go back first, so now he can only rely on him for many things.He laces his boots, checks his watch, and opens the door, puts his hand on his chest, puts it down, turns and closes the door.

The banquet has already started, and the neon lights are always flickering. The female guests on the ship are all wearing the most luxurious dresses, holding feather folding fans in their hands, carefully looking at the men and women, which man they compare is better, they Compare your own dresses to see if they are more colorful and eye-catching.When a man came to a female guest, bowed his waist, and passed his hand over, the female guest held a fan to half cover her face, and then put her hand on it reservedly, which contributed to a beautiful song.

Ron stood alone with a glass of wine. This kind of banquet with staggered cups of wine, rich clothes and shadows, and singing and dancing was not suitable for him, so he could only look at him like a goose and occasionally think about that person.

"Mr. Pezhua." The visitor was a female guest wearing a black tube top dress, and the diamonds between her collarbones were extremely bright.

Ron raised his glass, and the female guest did the same, and they both drank the wine at the same time.The female guest put the wine aside, stepped forward, and waved her hand to indicate that she needed something else.

Ron also put down the wine, then took the hands of the female guests, and they began to dance.

"Did you keep giving me invitations?" Ron asked in a low voice.

"Yes, Mr. Pezhua, I'm sure you will come today, and I'm sure you must have read my invitation letter."

Their dance moves are not affected by their dialogue.

"So what's my answer?" Ron pressed his fingers.

"Mr. Pezhua, do you think I'm a witch? Are all British people so cute?" The female guest tilted her head.

"No, I just thought you could give me some information."

"Yes, I think you can go back to where you used to live, you see, the English Channel."

The music stopped abruptly, and the ball ceased to exist.

The weather in London was still rainy, and it was raining continuously. The gentlemen in London walked unhurriedly with umbrellas. Occasionally, a few stopped in front of Ron, trying to invite him to take him all the way. It didn't take long for them to get a negative answer. , They continued to move forward with a gentlemanly demeanor.

"Ineedananswer." (I need an answer) Ron whispered this while standing on the street, washed by the rain.

"Ok." A familiar voice pierced Ron's ear, and Ron turned his head suddenly to see that Jia Yushi was standing beside him, his body seemed to be translucent.

But this couldn't stop Ron's complacent heart, he stood laughing wildly, he got this answer.

Fifty years later, Ron's nephew Ronald Pezhua buried his father in an old house in Changping County, China, which was his uncle's last wish.