Lens

"Hey! You're in trouble!" Li Si rushed into Rhodes' house with a newspaper, and saw Rhodes looking in one direction stupidly as soon as he entered.

"You're already involved, why are you still sitting here? The young master of the Jia family is dead!"

"Ugh—what did you say!"

"Ouch, who is this?"

"Don't look at it, tell me what's going on."

"Last night, the young master of the Jia family died. He went up the mountain this morning. Who is it?" Li Si took down the black and white photos on the coffee table and looked at them carefully.

"How did you die?"

"Who knows, which girl did you take a picture of? It's so beautiful."

"He is the young son of the Jia family."

Li Si shook his hand, and the photo floated down slowly, the eyes of the person in the black and white photo seemed to move.

"It's over, it's over!"

"I also think it's over, MayGodblesstheQueenandherpeopleatthistimeoffondfarewell. (On the occasion of parting, may God bless the Queen and her people)."

"what are you saying?"

"I have to say goodbye to you. If things go this way, I'll starve to death in China."

"I think so too, so shall I give you a ride?"

"Ok."

"Then help me get a car, and I'll pack my things." Rhodes turned his back, went into the house to pack his things, looked outside to see that there was no one with Li Si, and then went out to pick up the black and white photo, blowing I put it in my close pocket and said in my heart, this photo can't be kept here, and it can't be given to Li Si. He will burn it for me when he turns around. What kind of soul must be nonsense.

"The car is coming, get up quickly, those women are coming to settle accounts with you."

Rhode looked behind Li Si, quickly climbed into the car, and told the driver to go to the pier.

Two years have passed—

Li Si successively received several letters from his good brothers in the British Empire.

"Li Si, if you believe me, you are quite foreign, and you know foreigners."

"Hey, that's right, my mother said I'm not an ordinary person." After finishing speaking, he took the letter and opened it.

'To Mr. Li Jinghua (Li Si's original name):

My father died of a cerebral hemorrhage in the early morning of May 1954, 5 (the date of nonsense, please don't make up my mind). For the life in China, thank you for your care. This is some reward for you.

亲启

Roald Pezhua (yes the author often babbles)'

Li Si read the letter over and over several times in a daze, "Everything is impermanent."

"Li Si, come back for dinner! How long has your son been waiting there? What are you doing? I miss you!"

"What are you talking about?!"

"Hey, what did the foreign devil send you again?" Li Si's wife snatched the letter, read it several times, poured the yellow paper envelope on the table, and came out with a banknote, with a lifelike bust of the Queen of England.

The author has something to say:

The verses involved yesterday were Zhang Mi's "Shaoyao", and the words were Liu Yong's "Yulin Ling".I will be updating this article recently, because this is another short story, not in English, I think the British should feel that they provide more comfort to the queen than God, and then I subconsciously searched for something like "The Queen is above" Such words and then I published this on Baidu, so I used it happily. The author of ps is very poor. I have never seen a British pound. I grew up so big. The most money I have seen is my own tuition.