"Mandarin Dream Relive" movie script
Original/(US) Jim Hilton
Adaptation/Claudini West George Frohill
Translation/Liu Ning
"Mandarin Dream Relive" was adapted and produced by MGM Films in 1942 based on the novel of the same name by Jim Hilton. The film won five awards, including Best Picture, Best Screenplay, Best Director, Best Actor, and Best Supporting Actor by the American Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences (Oscar-Editor's Note), becoming a sensational business card.
The director of the film Mervyn Leroy is also the director of "Broken Blue Bridge". He emphasizes on emotions, and devotes his pen and ink to the depiction of the emotions of characters in a specific era, which is full of inner lyrical color. The male starring is Ronald Kaulman and Galia Garson, the famous American stars.
Autumn of 1918
An ancient castle-like building stands on the hillside near the town of Meerqiao, looming in the mist, looking mysterious and gloomy. This is a mental hospital that accommodates soldiers who lost their ability to live independently or were mentally disabled after the First World War.
Mental Hospital Reception Room
An old couple 60 years away were nervously listening to a middle-aged doctor in a white coat.
Dr. Bennett: "Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd, I also want to remind you that even if he is really your son, he may not be recognized now. The concussion made him lose his memory and even have difficulty speaking. 19 In 2017, he was captured by the Germans in a bomb crater near the battlefield of Arras. He was dying at the time and his identity is unknown. After waking up in a German hospital, he could not remember everything and had no family members to contact. ."
Mrs. Lloyd wiped her tears with her handkerchief, twitched her shoulders lightly, and leaned against her husband unconsciously. Lloyd patted the back of his wife's hand lightly, motioning her to calm down.
Benitet: "He came here through a prisoner-of-war exchange arranged by Switzerland six months ago. I sincerely hope that he is your son. I believe that as long as he is given careful care in a normal environment, his illness will slow down. Healed slowly."
Mrs. Lloyd eagerly: "Can we meet him?"
Bennett: "Of course you can."
Bennett turned around, and a doctor beside him pushed open the glass door. Bennett walked to the door and turned around:
"But, Mrs. Lloyd, don't place too much hope. There have been many disappointing examples."
Mrs. Lloyd nodded and watched the two doctors leave.
Ward
The two doctors walked into a general room filled with beds, like a military camp. Some of the patients were sitting on their bed with their eyes straight; some were laughing madly; some mechanically fiddled with the belt on their hands.
Dr. Bennett greeted everyone kindly: "Good morning, children. Come see you by the way."
He waved to everyone to be quiet. When passing by a patient's bed, he patted him on the shoulder:
"Good morning, Quiber. Sleep better, huh? (Queb nodded) Yes, you will be fine if you continue like this."
Bennett walked to another patient and stretched out his right hand to him. The patient glared at him with a smirk and made no response.
Bennett: "What's the matter? Did you forget that we are friends? We shook hands last time, don’t you remember? (The patient shook his head) Oh, if you don’t want to shake hands today, then forget it, but I won’t I have lost faith in you."
Bennett continued walking between the beds, followed by another doctor. They stopped in front of a handsome young man in pajamas. Bennett held his hand tightly: "Well, Smith, (that is, Charles-Translator's Note) You look much better, really, a lot better. (Looking back to the doctor) What do you think, doctor ?"
The doctor nodded with a smile: "It's much better."
Charles stared blankly, with a look of inquiry in his eyes.
Bennett: "We... uh... do we have something to tell you, would you like to hear it? Someone wants to see you. (He pauses) Mr. Lloyd and his wife... Lloyd, E, D!"
Charles tilted his head and thought: "Lloyd... Lloyd..."
Benitet: "Do you think this name is familiar? They were notified in 1917 that their son had disappeared in... uh... Arras. But don't hope too much. , You may be their son or not. Anyway, you will know soon."
Charles stuttered: "My...my parents..."
Benitet: "Don't worry. As long as you work hard, you will make it clear. This is just a question of confidence. You need to rebuild confidence."
Charles: "My...parents."
Bennett turned to the doctor: "Doctor, please dress him up and take him to the reception room."
Doctor: "Okay. Come on, Smith."
Charles did not move, murmured: "Lloyd... Lloyd!"
Doctor: "Sit down, man."
Charles: "If... if..."
Doctor: "If they were your parents?"
Charles: "Will they... take me out of here?"
Doctor: "It depends on whether the'if' is true. Sit down."
The doctor dressed Charles well, led him out of the ward, and walked down the corridor to the reception room. Charles still said something in his mouth:
"Lloyd... Lloyd..."
Reception room
The doctor opened the door and went in with Charles. The old couple glanced at him silently, and Mrs. Lloyd lowered her eyes in disappointment. Charles looked at the two old men silently.
Benitet: "So, he is not your son?"
Lloyd shook his head: "No."
Bennett: "It's a pity, I feel sad from the bottom of my heart."
Mrs. Lloyd finally couldn't help herself, and sobbed on her husband. Charles looked very depressed. Bennett walked slowly to Charles, comforting him"
"My child, I told you, don't hope too much."
Mental hospital
The garden path leads all the way to the gate. Charles walked alone in the misty mist. The weather in late autumn was very cold. Charles suddenly fought a cold war. He subconsciously turned up the collar of the army coat, wrapped the coat tightly, and walked towards the gate. An old man in the communication room wiped the fog on the glass and looked out the window.
Gatekeeper: "Major, is this weather coming out? Planning to take a walk? The fog is really thick."
Charles: "It doesn't matter, thank you... This coat is quite warm... I like walking... The fog is thick enough..."
Charles talked to the janitor and walked out the door.
on the street
The fog is getting thicker and harder to see after five steps. Charles walked forward aimlessly and came to the street. I don’t know how far I have gone, I only heard the loud voices in front of me, mixed with joyous screams, "The war is over!" "The fascism is broken!" Charles walked along with the sound, got involved in the crowd, and was rushed to a small cigarette shop. Doorway.
Cigarette Shop
Charles walked into the store, standing at the counter, browsing. A woman with gray hair greeted him from behind the counter:
"Huh? What to buy? Come on, I don't have so much time to soak with you."
Charles looked dazed. The lady boss looked at him and seemed to be aware of it.
Charles: "Cigarette."
Mrs. Boss: "What brand?...Why, did you run out of the mental hospital? You are... Oh, it's okay, my dear, take your time, I have all kinds of cigarettes here. Do you see it? ?...I will leave for a while and be back soon."
The lady boss turned and went into the back room. At this moment, the door of the shop opened again, and the young girl Paula walked in. She hummed a song, walked briskly, walked to Charles and looked up and down. Seeing that there was no one in the shop, she looked towards the back room and saw the lady boss on the phone.
Paula: "I guess you ran out of a mental hospital, didn't you?"
Charles: "Yes, but I... I'm not sick, I'm really not sick."
Paula: "Well, if I slipped out, I won't stay here. The lady boss went to call, and she wants someone to get you back!"
Charles immediately turned and left the shop.
on the street
Charles walked forward, only feeling dizzy, his feet trembling, his steps getting heavier and heavier, and finally fell on the sidewalk. Paula, who had been following him, rushed to his side and helped him to sit down in front of the iron gate of a building.
Paula: "Do you want me to help you? Just now I found out that you are not in good health, so you keep following you, do you mind? (Charles shook his head and cast a grateful glance at her.) You swallow I'm exhausted when I go up. I walked for a few hours, right?"
Charles nodded and sat on the stone steps. His face was sallow, panting, and big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. Paula tried to pull him up, but did not pull, but stood anxiously to the side. Charles sat for a while, barely supporting him to stand up. Paula helped him walk step by step.
Paula: "Drink a glass of brandy mixed with soda, okay? It will cheer you up. I will drink a little too. Let's go to the small hotel across the road. Of course it is the same as the luxurious Ritz hotel. It’s incomparable. But every time we come here to perform, we live there. The boss is very kind to people. Come with me."
Paula helped Charles across the road and walked towards an inconspicuous bar.
Small hotel bar
There was noisy voices in the bar, and a group of people gathered around the wine cabinet and watched the owner Beaver gesticulately saying something. The crowd burst into laughter from time to time. Paula helped Charles through the crowd.
Paula: "Sorry, please give in."
As Paula walked, she introduced Charles to the actors of the troupe:
"This is Annabella, the character actor of our troupe... (pointing to Sam again) He is the manager of our troupe... hello, Sam."
Sam: "Hello, Paula."
Paula (to Charles): "He is a very good person."
A young man saw Paula and raised his glass to the surname.
Fred: "Hello, Paula."
Paula: "Hello, Fred."
Fred: "You come for a drink too."
Paula (to Charles): "Look, you are with friends."
Paula and Charles squeezed closer to the counter. On the wall behind Beaver is a picture of him participating in a lift contest when he was young. He spit wildly, telling vividly the scene at that time. People listened with relish.
Beaver: "... He bent his elbows and looked like he was invincible. But, halfway through the tenth round, my right fist knocked him to the ground. This is not relying on hands and The foot wins depends on the brain. This is how I win."
Beaver saw Paula at a glance and stopped his story:
"My dear, what would you like to drink? Free treats."
Paula: "Thank you, Beaver, I want a glass of gin mixed with soda. Can you give my friend a glass of brandy?"
Beaver: "Of course, dear. (Pointing to Charles quietly to Paula) It seems that he needs a drink. Is it a little uncomfortable?"
Charles nervously: "No, I...I..."
Paula glanced at Charles, trying to hide it for him:
"He's just a little tired."
Beaver: "It won't be the flu, right? You know, recently because of the flu in the hospital, so many people died like flies."
Paula: "Yes. You cheer him up by telling some jokes."
Beaver: "Well, I'm just talking about it. Anyway, this is a free country. (Seeing Charles finish drinking, asks Paula back) What else can I drink for him?"
Paula: "Then you can give him another free drink, so he will feel better."
Beaver: "Here! A little premium Scottish brandy... it will be a magical effect to bring back the dead."
Sam turned around and walked to the door, waving his hand to let the actor leave, then turned around and greeted Paula: "Pola, be careful not to be late."
Paula: "No, Sam."
Paula quickly drank the wine in the glass and pushed the glass to Beaver:
"Beaver, it's time for me to go to the theater. Goodbye and thank you for your hospitality. (To Charles) Let's go!"
on the street
Paula helped Charles out of the bar, and a chill came on his face, and Charles couldn't help but shiver.
Paula: "I have to go to the theater right away, time is running out. It's kind of rude to hurry up like this, isn't it? (concerned) Do you feel better? What should I do with you?"
Charles: "I...very good."
Paula: "It's hard to say. Let's go to see our performance? You can sit in my dressing room, and you can see the stage from there, and no one will bother you. After the performance, we will talk together Chat, agree? Just you and us, talk about what to do next, okay? That's it. Let's go!"
Theater backstage
Paula walked into the dressing room of the theater, brought Charles a chair, let him sit down, and went to the front desk to find Sam by herself. Charles sat, feeling swollen in his head and cold all over. After a while, Paula ran back like a gust of wind.
Paula: "Sorry for keeping you waiting. How nice it is to stop fighting! I'm so excited."
Paula whistled briskly. While putting on makeup, she talked enthusiastically with Charles.
"Tell me, Charles, why did you slip out of the hospital? You don't seem to be mentally ill, and of course you shouldn't stay in that hospital of God."
Charles wanted to say something, he opened his mouth, but didn't say it.
Paula: "Why can't you speak? Try again."
Charles: "I'm not sick, really. It's just... talking... a little nervous."
Paula: "Well, didn't you say it very well!"
Charles: "Also, I... I have lost my memory. I... don't even know who I am."
Paula was stunned, but she still kindly encouraged Charles:
"You mean...oh, I know who you are. You are a very good person. What do people call you there?"
Charles: "Smith. This...this is not my real surname. What is your name?"
Paula: "Bola, Paula Ridgway. This is not my real name either. Smith, if I call you Smith, would you mind? (Charles shook his head and looked at her happily) You It’s not good for you to stay in the hospital with those poor bugs. You won’t be happy. If you feel unhappy, how can you get better?"
Charles: "Maybe...I shouldn't be...happy..."
Paula still spoke happily. The innocent face glowed with youthful vitality:
"But, Smith, the war is over. Does this mean nothing to you?"
Charles lowered his head in frustration. Paula couldn't help putting away her smile when she saw Charles's sad look.
Paula: "I'm so stupid, why didn't I think of those who died! It is a great thing for most people, but it is unfortunate and sad for some people. (She pauses for a while, then excitedly) But why should the fog be shrouded? Why should it keep raining? It should be sunny, it should be lively, it should be...Smith, didn't we meet? Do you have friends? (Charles shakes his head) Where are the parents? (He shook his head again) Have you ever looked for them?"
Charles: "Someone...have seen me in the hospital, but I...I'm not their son."
Paula: "They must be disappointed, right?"
Charles: "Yes, I...I think so. I am also disappointed. I would like to be their son."
Polar looked at him affectionately, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Paula: "Oh, Smith,...my makeup is ruined for you. But you are really eloquent when you talk."
Charles: "Yes, I... I seem to talk a lot."
Paula: "Oh, I'm all to blame, I always have to lead others to talk, sometimes it's too far away from the topic."
A female staff member of the troupe came in:
"Miss Ridgeway, it's time to play."
Paula: "Ok, thank you."
Paula put the chair outside the dressing room and helped Charles sit down.
Paula: "I should go to the show. Smith, you can see the stage from here. You sit here, no one will trouble you. I'll be back soon.... Smith, what do you think? "
Charles beats the spirit: "Very good."
Paula: "Really? (She reaches out and touches his forehead) So hot!"
A staff member hurried over:
"Pola, hurry up! It's up to you to play."
Paula: "Come on!"
on the stage
Paula is wearing a Scottish dance suit, holding a walking stick, and dancing while singing like a man. The humorous lyrics and funny words made the audience laugh.
Backstage
Charles looked at the stage. Gradually, Paula's figure on the stage became blurred, and the singing seemed to be farther and lighter... He finally couldn't support it and slipped from his chair to the ground.
After Paula's performance came to the backstage, Huo Ran saw Charles who had fainted on the ground, and quickly helped him up and called for help. Several people hurriedly picked him up into the dressing room.
bar
Beaver is cleaning, and the chairs are on their sides on the table. Paula walked in worriedly.
Beaver: "I can tell at a glance that he has the flu."
Paula hesitated in front of Beaver, finally mustering the courage:
"Beaver, one thing I have to tell you is that he ran out of the town’s mental asylum. (Beaver was surprised) But everything was normal for him. Really! If he had a family, he would have been He was discharged. Do you think they will come and chase him back?"
Beaver felt Paula's trusting eyes, and immediately put on a knightly demeanor:
"If any nosy fellow dares to come, I will teach him as hard as I did in the boxing ring."
Paula: "Beaver, you are so kind."
Beaver: "He is a good person, he must be. I love him as soon as I see him."
Little Hotel Charles' room
Paula pushed the door in. Charles was lying on the bed, with a sickly expression on his face, seeing Paula, supporting his thoughts.
Charles: "I...I'm fine. I have lost...memory...I can't remember anything."
Paula walked to the bed, gently pushed him to lie down, and sat down by the bed: "Smith, take a good rest and stop talking."
Charles: "I am different from the others in the hospital, I am different from them. I am not sick."
Paula: "Yes, Smith, you are not sick."
Charles: "However, I...I can't go back. If I go back...I...I will never get out. I will...I will...Like everyone else, I...I... …"
Charles' painful expression touched Paula deeply, and she comforted him sympathetically.
Paula: "You won't go back, Smith. I won't let you go back. Rest, Smith, and get a good night's sleep."
Charles gradually calmed down and closed his eyes. Paula tiptoedly left the room and gently closed the door.
bar
Paula walked into the bar. Sam and the actors have a drink before dinner.
Beaver: "Hurry up, dinner is on the table inside."
Sam: "The train leaves at one o'clock."
Paula: "My luggage is ready."
Paula walked across the bar to the back room.
Charles room
Charles had already prepared his luggage and was sitting neatly by the bed waiting, and Paula came in with a plate of food.
Charles: "Last night's performance... was it going well?"
Paula: "Oh, great. How do you feel?"
Charles: "I...I...I chatted with the waitress for a while, and the time was not short."
Paula: "Really, great! What are you talking about?"
Charles: "Oh...about the weather."
When Paula listened, she leaned forward with a smile:
Paula: "Oh! You really have you. (Seeing the luggage on the ground) You are all ready, what a good boy. I'm ready too. The train leaves at one o'clock."
Charles: "Pola..."
Paula: "Smith, what's the matter?"
Charles hesitated: "Do you think I'm useful for the troupe? Your manager agrees to...hire me...is it because you pleaded with him?"
Paula: "Look at what you said, you don't know Sam yet, so don't try to persuade him. You can believe me, it's entirely his own idea."
Charles excitedly: "Pola, I can't... tell you clearly... to become a self-reliant person again... what it means to me to be a useful person. Without your help, all this is impossible."
Paula: "Oh. Look at what you said, you can't finish it. Let's eat first. I have to go to dinner too, and I will call you when the time comes."
bar
Paula chatted casually with Beaver at the counter.
Beaver: "What wine to drink? Same as before?"
Paula: "Yes, Beaver. (To Sam) He is very happy. I hope you can listen to what he says. You are such a good person."
Sam: "It's not worth mentioning."
Paula: "Knowing that he is still a useful person, he regained his confidence. To restore his health, this is what he needs."
Beaver adjusted the wine and brought it to Paula.
Paula: "Thank you."
The janitor of the psychiatric hospital opened the door and came in.
Beaver: "Good night, sir."
Gatekeeper: "Good night."
Beaver: "What to drink?"
Janitor: "Whatever you want, hurry up. They don't allow me to drink at all."
Beaver: "Why? ^
Gatekeeper: "A patient ran away on the day of the fog, and it happened that I was on duty to watch the gate. I ran so far that there were no shadows left, and I was still wearing a military coat!"
Beaver: "Really? I got it back?"
Gatekeeper: "Not yet. But I will find it."
Beaver: "What kind of person is it?"
Paula stood up, trying to divert the subject:
"It's late."
Gatekeeper: "Tall, with black hair. He walks a bit with his feet on the floor and doesn't like to talk very much."
Beaver: "Is it a dangerous patient?"
Gatekeeper: "Oh, it's hard to talk about being mentally ill. They can be fine for weeks, but sometimes they suddenly jump up and chase you with an axe."
Paula: "Sam, I'm going to dinner, will you go too?"
Sam: "Pola, I'll go in a while."
Charles room
Paula came into the room, worried and worried.
Charles: "Should we go? It's almost half past twelve."
Paula: "Smith..."
Paula lowered her head and stopped talking. Charles looked at her puzzled.
Charles: "I'm all ready."
Charles stood up and reached for his luggage. Paula took his arm.
Paula: "Sit down for a while, okay?"
Charles glanced at her suspiciously, his face turned gloomy:
"No...what's going on... is it?"
Paula: "Smith, I have to talk to you. I won't make a round of words, Sam doesn't want to take you away."
Charles was shocked: "No... won't you take me away?"
Paula: "A man from a mental hospital came in the bar just now. He told you everything about your escape. Sam thinks taking you away is too risky. Maybe he is right, maybe you should go back to the mental hospital first, etc. You are cured again..."
Charles: "Go back...
Paula: "Smith, that's all. You need care and a doctor who understands your condition. I feel uncomfortable, but this is for your good. Sam wants to help... But... he said I have no right. Take you away. He said I was taking your sanity, and maybe risking your life. Oh, you must understand, right? You won't be angry with me, won't you think I'm talking Doesn’t it count? It’s not because I’m scared. It’s just... it’s just that I think it’s right to do this. They all object to me doing it. If I don’t think it’s right, they can’t force me. You know. Yes, Smith, isn't it?"
Paula felt very uncomfortable, she shook Charles vigorously, hoping to get his forgiveness. But Charles sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the pile of luggage, his eyes straight and his hands trembling.
Paula: "Tell me, you understand. Tell me, you are not angry with me. You speak, let me hear you understand that way...Say, Smithy. You speak!"
Charles: "I...I...I..."
Charles stood up swayingly and staggered towards the door. Paula looked at Charles with a sad heart, tears streaming down her eyes. She stood there dazedly, suddenly showing a resolute look on her face:
"Oh, Smith... wait a minute, Smith... come, put on your coat."
Paula helped him put on his coat, lifted the suitcase, and walked towards the door with his arm. Charles stared at her in surprise.
Paula: "I know I did it right, I know. I am ashamed that I have changed my mind so easily by what they said."
Paula opened the door and helped Charles out of the room. Charles looked back at the room blankly, and followed Paula away speechlessly.
Paula: "Don't worry. We can't go with other people, but we can find a quiet place where you can rest and recover. Take your hat and suitcase. You Go first, I have to say hello to Mr. Biffer. Just go down the stairs so that no one can see. Go downstairs and go out from the back door to an alley. Waiting for me outside the door, I'll come in a while."
bar
Paula hurried to the counter and saw Beaver alone sorting things out. Paula handed over the money:
"Beaver, I'm here to check out."
Beaver: "Why, just left?"
Paula: "They are going to send Smith to the psychiatric hospital. I don't want him to go back. I'm going to take him to the country."
Beaver: "What? Lost your job too?"
Paula: "I'll tell you when we settle down. You will send the suitcase for me in the future, okay?"
Beaver: "Definitely send it."
Paula: "Thank you, Beaver, you are really a good person from a hundred. Goodbye."
Beaver: "Goodbye, I wish you luck."
corridor
Charles put on his hat and hurried downstairs with his luggage. In the corridor leading to the back door, he suddenly met Sam across from him. Charles thought Sam was here to stop him from leaving, but suddenly he punched him, and Sam fell down. Charles was at a loss for a moment.
Paula came over and was shocked when she saw this: "Smith, what's the matter?"
Charles: "He..."
Paula: "He wants to stop you?"
Charles: "Yes."
Paula squatted down and patted Sam on the cheek.
Paula: "Sam...Sam...Sam."
Charles was sweating profusely.
Charles: "I..."
Paula: "It's terrible!"
Charles: "I pushed him a bit and he fell."
Paula stood up, looked around no one, lifted the suitcase, and pulled Charles tightly to leave:
"If they catch you now, you're done.'
Charles knocked his head with his fist and stood still:
"I'm trying to make things happen... Leave me alone."
Paula: "No, I want to manage."
Charles: "We...can't leave him alone."
Paula: "That's the only way."
Charles: "We..."
Paula: "I'll talk about it later, let's go!"
She pulled Charles out of the back door. Charles stopped again and turned around:
"I did everything. Let me go back."
Paula ignored him, and Laruo hurriedly walked along the alley.
train station
Paula's hand luggage, and Charles followed the crowd through the ticket gate and walked onto the platform. Suddenly, Paula noticed that the station master was watching her, and hurriedly lowered her head and dragged Charles onto the train.
In the carriage
After Paula and Charles sat down in their seats, Paula let out a long sigh:
"Unlucky, the station master at Melbridge station recognized me... They might call Kenfus station and stop us. Well, let's not get off the train at Kenfus station and change trains at Swindon. Go to Devon or Cornwall in the west. There we will find a quiet and elegant small town."
Paula leaned back in the seat, her fiery curly hair blowing in the wind from the car window. The azure eyes glowed with joy, and his face showed the tranquility after a tense rush. Charles' expression also began to relax, and he cast a grateful glance at Paula.
With a long sound of the siren, a steam of inner color floated. In the sound of "goodbye". The train slowly left the station. Paula and Charles looked at each other with relief and smiled.
Dewen Town Small Guest Shop
Paula and Charles stood at the door. After a long journey, they looked tired, but there was a sense of relief.
Paula: "It's really like a paradise. It's lonely and poetic. Smith, it will be safe here. Let's make a phone call and find out about Sam."
They walked in, and there was no one downstairs. Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps and voices from the stairs.
Dr. Symes: "Mrs. Derwent, she can get out of bed and sit for an hour or two tomorrow. I'll see it again on Friday."
Mrs. Devont: "Thank you, doctor."
After Mrs. Devonte bid farewell to Dr. Symes, she hurried over to greet Paula and Charles:
"Good morning, madam."
Paula: "Good morning!"
Mrs. Derwent: "Sorry for keeping you waiting. Do you want housing?"
Paula: "Well, it's not decided yet. Can I use the phone?"
Mrs. Derwent: "Of course, it's over there."
Paula: "Thank you. Smith, you sit here. You look exhausted."
Paula walked to the phone. She picked up the microphone and shook it a few times.
Paula: "Thank you. (to the microphone), hello, please take the long distance call, Melbridge, the phone number is 4294. Right...what...oh...my number here is 2707."
bar
Beaver heard the phone ringing behind the counter and picked up the receiver:
"Hello? Hello? Hello, Paula! What?... Oh, he's okay. He woke up soon after you left. There was a big apple blister on his forehead. Your guy gave him that one, sure. It's almost like my one in the boxing ring."
Small guest shop
Paula holds the phone handset in hand:
"What? A blister! Oh... Beaver, don't make me laugh, I'm almost laughing to death. What?... Oh, he is such a good person. You are also a good person. I'll go tell Smith, He will be very happy to hear it, thank you so much, dear. Goodbye!"
Paula put down the microphone. She felt a stone in her heart fall to the ground, and ran to Charles a few steps with joy:
"Smith, it’s okay! Great. Sam is okay, now you don’t have to worry, there’s nothing to worry about. Sam is really nice. He said he accidentally hit him..."
Charles let out a long sigh of relief and pressed his forehead with one hand.
Mrs. Derwent: "What happened?"
Paula: "Oh, it's a friend of ours. He... fell. We were really worried about him, but everything is fine now. We want to live here if, if there is a room available."
Mrs. Derwent: "No problem. There are two sunny rooms with plenty of sunlight, which is most suitable for your husband who needs to rest after the flu."
When Paula heard the word "husband", two red clouds flew up on her face.
She whispered, "Oh... no... uh... he is not my husband. I mean, we just got engaged."
Mrs. Derwent: "Then I will find you two rooms next to each other. There are hot and cold water. The whole lake can be seen from the window. Please follow me upstairs."
Mrs. Derwent said as she picked up a bunch of keys from the counter and went up the stairs. Paula and Charles didn't move in the living room. Paula pulled Charles to his feet with excitement.
Paula: "Ah, Smith, it’s great, isn’t it? Great, Smith, I’m so happy. From now on you have to find ways to recover. You will recover soon, right? Live? In such a beautiful place! Oh, you speak."
Charles: "I...I'll get better soon."
Paula: "That's right. I just had to say that we were engaged. Is that okay?"
Charles stared affectionately at Paula and nodded affirmatively. Mrs. Derwent poked her head out of the stairs:
"I thought you followed me upstairs. Don't you want to come up and see the room?"
Paula: "Oh, I'm so sorry. Of course Luo, come right away. Let's go, Smith."
In the shade
A few days later, Charles quickly recovered his health. On this day, he was sitting on a blanket under the shade of the tree, holding a pen and a notebook, and meditating. In the bright spring light, the gentle breeze was blowing with willow branches, occasionally passing over Charles' forehead. Not far away, a pair of colorful butterflies circling and flying among the flowers. The birds on the branches sang leisurely. With a "jingle", a bicycle came up on the tree-lined path and stopped beside Charles. Paula took a white cloth-covered food basket from the car and waved the letter in her hand to Charles. Charles glanced at the envelope:
"If I were you, I would have opened the letter long ago."
He took the letter from Paula and looked at the envelope repeatedly. Paula took the food out of the basket and put it on a white cloth:
"Smith, you are so bad that you made me anxious to death. Was it from Liverpool? What did the letter say?"
Charles: "You are right. The sender is Samuel Henson, the editor in charge of the Liverpool Courier."
Paula: "It must be the manuscript about you."
Charles: "Yes, yes, I guess it's possible."
Paula: "Look at what it says, Smith, and take it apart."
Charles opened the letter and laughed happily: "A check."
Paula: "I don't believe it. Let me see." Plucked the check in surprise.
Charles: "The money is not much, but it is always a check!"
Paula: "Oh, Smith, how great! Are you very happy?"
Charles: "Yes. It's a big deal for me."
Charles pondered. Paula handed him the meat bun, and the two talked as they ate.
Paula: "Smith, I am proud of you."
Charles: "Unexpectedly, there is a writer by your side!"
Paula: "Oh, I had a foreboding it a long time ago. I know you will make a career. I'm really not surprised at all."
Charles: "Do you think I can... write another one?"
Paula: "One article after another. You can write many, many articles. Smith, I guess you were before... I mean, before the war, you might be a writer."
Charles: "Yes, I thought about that too."
Paula: "Smith, your past... don't you really want to know?"
Charles: "Yes, I want to know. But I'm satisfied now."
Paula: "If everything in the past suddenly comes back to you, and it is so noble, they are all high-class people..."
Charles interrupted him: "Oh, I don't care."
Paula: "You might even have been married."
Charles: "Ah, nonsense!"
Paula: "How can you be so sure?"
Charles: "Well...because... Paula... I'm wondering if I can make a living by writing in the future."
Paula: "Of course it can."
Charles: "There is a fixed income and you can support yourself."
Paula: "Why not? And I can type pretty well now."
Charles was inspired and delighted. He looked at Paula tenderly: "Bola...this...this requires a lot of courage, but...I...I'm in love with you."
Paula: "No, it's not like that. You just said that out of politeness."
Charles eagerly: "Really, I'm telling the truth. I'm asking you to marry me... and I only have these two guineas."
Paula covered her face with her hands excitedly.
Paula: "Smith, stop talking. Even if you only have two guineas, I love you the same."
Charles emotionally: "Pola!"
Paula watched Smith affectionately, tears of happiness gleaming in her eyes.
Paula: "I have been pursuing you from the beginning. You know that. Since I met you in that little shop for the first time, I haven't let you leave me."
Charles: "Paula, never let me leave your side, forever!"
Paula: "Smith, is this true? Do you really love me?"
Charles: "I need you to overcome everything in the world. With you, I started my new life. Without you, I can't imagine my future life."
Paula: "Oh, I better say'agree' quickly before you change your mind. I agree, dear."
Charles was so excited that he leaned back on the grass and muttered to himself: "Oh...oh...okay...okay. Now...I can rest assured! Oh! Oh! I'm very hungry."
He sat up again, took a piece of bread and ate it bite by bite.
Paula: "Smith!"
Charles: "What?"
Paula blushed and lowered her eyes:
"But, my dear, you asked me to marry me, and I accepted it too."
Charles was astonished: "Is there something wrong?"
Paula: "Smith, should I take the initiative in everything? You should kiss me, dear."
Charles: "Tong, my goodness..."
Charles suddenly realized, but he didn't seem to know what to do. He put down the bread in his hand and rubbed his hands on his clothes. Finally, he gently hugged Paula, kissed, and the two hugged tightly.
In front of the church
Paula was wearing a wedding dress, holding a bunch of blooming flowers, holding Charles, and walking out of the chapel. The residents who came to congratulate them sprinkled colorful flowers on them. A convertible car parked on the road in front of the church. Dr. Symes shook hands with Charles and Paula to bid farewell.
Symes: "Goodbye."
Paula: "Goodbye, doctor."
Pastor's wife: "Goodbye, I am so happy for you."
Paula and the priest's wife kissed goodbye.
Pastor: "Goodbye, and may God bless you."
Charles: "Thank you, you are so kind to us."
Symus helped Pola get into the car and stuffed another bag into Charles's arms. Charles gave in embarrassedly:
"Oh, no, doctor."
Symes: "Accept it, and use it when you have a child for baptism."
Amidst the sound of "goodbye", the car drove away slowly. Charles and Paula waved frequently to the crowd.
new home
On a small gravel road, Charles and Paula walked towards their new home arm in arm. The bridge is flowing water, green grass, and very quiet. A small courtyard surrounded by low wooden fences. In front of the cream-painted hut, a peach branch was lush and blooming. Charles pushed open the fence door and made a "creak" noise.
Charles: "The door hinges should be oiled."
Farah walked to the cabin. The branches of the peach tree hung the veil on her head.
Paula: "Ah..."
Charles: "Wait a minute, (lightly pulls away the top of the branch) This branch should be repaired."
Paula: "Oh, no, dear. How beautiful is this!"
Charles faced Polla emotionally: "Our home!"
Paula: "Our home!"
In front of the new house
Early morning in late autumn. In the sun, golden light is reflected on the small wooden roof. A layer of mist floated on the fields in the distance. A milk delivery cart came along the path, and the milk delivery man whistled and stopped in front of the wooden fence.
Charles heard the sound and opened the door and gestured with his fingers: "Hush!"
The milkman (lowers his voice): "Oh, is it today?"
Charles: "I think so."
Milkman: "Did the nurse come here?"
Charles: "I invited you three days ago. This matter...it's really nerve-wracking."
Milkman: "Well, sir, I know how you feel now. I'm the one who came here."
Charles: "Did your wife suffer a lot?"
Milkman: "No, nothing. But I can't help with anything. Does your wife have allergies?"
Charles: "I don't think so."
Milkman: "That's great. Oh, my wife had a lot of trouble when she gave birth to her second child. What's called'pain'."
Charles: "What will happen..."
Milkman: "This is a scientific term."
Charles: "Yo!"
Milkman: "Oh, I said I don't want it again. But, do you know what's going on? Now I have four children, and there is bad news again. Alas!" He handed the milk bottle to Charles , Waved, the cart left. After walking a few steps, he turned around and said, "Good luck..."
indoor
Charles returned to the house, and Dr. Symes came out of the bedroom and wiped his hands with a towel.
Dr. Symes: "Okay, Smith. She is out of danger. It seems to be a tense battle! But she finally gave birth. You have a son. It's a boy, don't you want a son? It weighs eight pounds! You don't want to see her? Of course you want to see her after so long toss."
Charles pushed the door and walked into the bedroom. Paula smiled tiredly at him. Charles walked to the bed in a few steps and kissed his wife's hand and face affectionately. It was only a few hours without seeing each other, but the two reunited as if they had not seen each other for a long time.
Household Registration Office
Charles: "Good morning. I'm here to report the birth of a new citizen."
The household registration police took out the registration book and routinely said: "The child's name?"
Charles: "We named him John. My wife said he looks exactly like me, but I can't tell."
Household registration police: "Really? Date of birth?"
Charles: "Oh, his eyes are the same as his mother, blue. He smiles like her... just without teeth."
Household registration officer: "Yes, but...you can't expect him to grow up all at once. When did you say that he was born?"
Charles: "November 6. Do you still register his weight?"
Household registration officer: "No, thank you."
Charles: "Eight pounds and three and a half ounces. It grows one ounce every day after birth. It's incredible."
Household registration police: "Father's occupation?"
Charles: "Writer. Of course it doesn't matter. Writer and father, father is the main one."
Household registration police: "It's alright."
Charles: "Okay?"
Household registration officer: "Yes, thank you."
Charles: "Oh, but, you...according to my description, you don't have any impression of him!"
Household registration police: "I will try my best."
Charles smirked: "Hi... Hi... I'll take him to show you in a few days."
Household registration police: "Be sure to come."
Charles: "You can see it with your own eyes then. Can you give me a birth certificate?"
Household registration police: "Yes."
The household registration police handed him a birth certificate. Charles carefully put it in his wallet, and just turned around to leave, then looked back:
"Thank you, thank you very much. I...I will bring him."
The household registration officer smiled kindly: "Please come by all means."
new home
Charles came slowly along the trail on his bicycle, and a basket full of food was hung on the armrest of the car. He got out of the car, carried the basket, opened the gate, happily walked through the courtyard, and handed the basket to the nurse.
Charles: "Nurse! Here you are. I bought them all. (Suddenly remembering that the baby in the bedroom is sleeping, quietly) Is he asleep?"
Nurse: "Well, even if he falls asleep, he is woken up now."
Charles tipped into the bedroom. Paula lay on the bed and turned her head to look at him tenderly. Charles glanced at the crib beside the bed and walked carefully to Paula's bed. Paula stretched out her hand to him.
Charles gently said: "Wait a minute, wait a minute... Did I wake him up?"
Paula: "No."
Charles took out a toy kitten from his pocket: he yanked up to Paula:
"I bought him a gift, do you like it? Will he know it is a cat?"
Paula: "Smith Game."
Charles: "Yeah."
Paula waved to him: "Come here."
Charles: "What's the matter?"
Paula pointed to the side of the bed. Charles sat down on the edge of the bed, took Paula's hand and pressed it affectionately on his face.
Paola. "I have been thinking about you. How about you?"
Charles dangled the toy cat in front of Paula. Bo stretched his hand to take it, and looked at the baby caressingly.
Paula: "What's so cute about this little baby. He only knows how to eat and sleep, crying and making noise. (again) How come you never thought of buying me a gift?"
Charles deliberately: "Never thought about it."
Charles took out a string of blue glass bead necklaces from his jacket pocket and fastened it to Paula.
Paula: "Smith Game."
Charles: "Uh, it's not worth much."
Paula: "Oh, that's pretty, dear."
Charles: "The same color as your eyes. Your complexion is beautiful, dear. And your hair is as red as flames."
Paula leaned against her husband happily, and Charles stroked her hair lightly. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and I heard the conversation between the pastor and the nurse in the outhouse.
Pastor: "Are Mr. and Mrs. Smith at home?"
Nurse: "At home."
Charles stood up from the edge of the bed:
"The pastor must be here." He walked to the outhouse. "Hello, pastor."
Pastor: "Good morning!"
Charles plucked his head to the bedroom: "It doesn't matter if you invite the priest into the back room?"
Paula nodded.
The priest walked into the bedroom. The baby cried loudly. Charles picked up the baby and coaxed it in his mouth.
Pastor: "Hello Smith, Mrs. Mies, how do you feel?"
Paula: "Very good, thank you."
Pastor: "Where is the child?"
Charles held the baby to the priest:
"Look at it."
The priest teased the baby: "Hello, little one, it's big enough, isn't it?"
Charles proudly: "Hey, too twice as much as a kid his age."
Pastor: "I just came from the post office and I saw Mr. Goodbody very excited."
Paula: "Really?"
Pastor: "An unusual thing happened. A telegram!"
The priest took the telegram from his jacket pocket and handed it to Charles.
Charles opened the telegram and looked at it, his hands trembled, and he murmured. Paula watched her husband nervously:
"It's so happy! Is it a telegram for you?"
Pastor: "Maybe someone congratulated you on becoming a father."
Paula anxiously: "Smith, don't you want to tell me what it is?"
Charles: "I... I can't believe it. Very good! "
Paula: "What, dear? Tell me, I can't wait for a second."
Charles: "It's from Liverpool. It's from the editor of The Courier."
Paula: "Then, read it out loud."
Charles: "Uh...'Can you come to the Courier's office tomorrow, November 14th at 10 o'clock in the morning, to discuss holding a fixed position in our newspaper. Editor Samuel C. Henson'. "
Paula sat up from the bed excitedly: "Oh, dear. Oh, Smith, how great!"
Charles: "How great! This...this...this is unbelievable:'Can you please...'"
bedroom
Opened suitcase. Charles shuffled his clothes into the box, and Paula sat on the bed and pointed:
"Oh my God, you don't even know how to prepare for clothes. Shirts, socks, ties... I'll ask you again, what do you wear for bed?"
Charles: "What's the matter? I forgot my pajamas too!"
Paula: "Oh! The cuffs are a bit torn, but the great poet Kitts doesn't have to be so particular about his clothes. Okay, it's almost all there."
For fear that something might happen after Charles went out, Paula deliberately tied several signs to the suitcase, with Charles's name "John Smith" and address written on it.
Charles: "So many brands. People would think I am a businessman."
Paula: "Ha, are you excited?"
Charles: "Excited. Think about what this means. The beginning of life, a fixed career. I can do something for you, this is what I dream of!"
Paula: "I wish I could go with you too."
Charles took Paula's hand: "I think so too. But I dare not delay any longer, maybe they will change their minds. Honey, you don't have to worry about me, I won't have anything wrong."
Paula: "I know. I don't have to worry about it, it's just..."
The corners of Paula's mouth moved a few times, and she resisted the tears rolling in her eyes. Charles stroked her shoulders, lowered his head and kissed her forehead.
Charles: "This is a separation in our family."
Paula sobbed: "When will you be back?"
Charles: "Tomorrow night, take the eight o'clock train."
Charles wiped her tears away, and she was calm.
Paula: "Where to live tonight?"
Charles: "I haven't thought about it yet."
Paula: "The Great North Hotel is good, the price is cheap, and it is close to the train station. Do you have the key?"
Charles: "Bring it."
Charles took out a long key and showed it to Paula. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Charles: "The pastor must have come to pick me up. I have to go. Goodbye, dear."
Paula: "Goodbye."
They hugged and kissed tightly. Finally Charles let go of Paula, picked up the suitcase, walked to the crib, and looked affectionately.
Charles: "Goodbye, little guy."
He walked to the bedroom door, opened the door, turned around, and looked at Paula reluctantly:
"Goodbye, dear. See you tomorrow night."
Paula: "See you tomorrow night! Good luck, Smith."
Paula was at a loss, looking at the closed door for a long time and blankly.
Liverpool Street
The tall old buildings stood arrogantly. It was drizzling all night and the road was wet and slippery. The sky is still cloudy. Charles walked out of the Great North Hotel and asked the janitor for directions.
Charles: "Where is the office of the Courier? Liverpool Courier."
Gatekeeper: "Cross George Street, the second building on the left is."
Charles: "Thank you."
Gatekeeper: "Sir, do you want a taxi? It looks like it's going to rain."
Charles: "No, thank you. Try your luck."
Charles walked down the sidewalk, and soon it rained. He pulled his hat down, lowered his head, and continued on the road. A newspaper vendor yelled to attract customers:
"Sell newspapers! Please read the newspapers! Sir, buy a newspaper? Liverpool Courier! Today's morning newspaper, the election is over! Sell newspapers!"
Charles bought a newspaper and asked the newspaper vendor for directions:
Charles: "Is this George Street? I want to find the editorial office of The Courier."
Newspaper vendor: "Cross the road, sir, it's on the corner."
Newspaper vendors started selling again. Charles walked down the road quickly, a car drove up, and Charles quickly dodged. Amidst the exclamation of a pedestrian, "Beware of the car owner!", another car rushed in. The driver braked hard, but the car still slid forward, knocking Charles out a few steps away and falling onto the road. The driver jumped out of the car, his face pale in fright, his hands trembling, and he looked at Charles who fell on the road at a loss. Pedestrians on the road rushed towards the accident site. A woman screamed, and two pedestrians ran to the middle of the street and leaned over to help Charles who was unconscious. At this time, a policeman came over and lifted Charles with the pedestrians.
pharmacy
Charles was carried into the pharmacy and lay on an armchair. A cold towel was put on the forehead. The driver stood aside, embarrassed, and a group of people comforted him kindly.
Pedestrian A: "He will be well, it has been slowed down."
Charles sighed and slowly opened his eyes.
Pedestrian B: "Do you feel better?... Oh, that hit hard enough, it looks really scary. Are you lucky, do you hurt?"
Charles: "Oh, my head hurts a bit."
Pedestrian B: "It's strange if it doesn't hurt. It hit really hard then."
Charles: "Where are my shoes?"
Pedestrian B handed the shoes to Charles.
Charles sat up and put on his shoes. Seeing what I was wearing, I showed a very surprised look:
"What's the matter? This...it's not right...how do I wear casual clothes?"
Pedestrian B: "Then what should you wear?"
Charles: "It should be a military uniform. I'm an active soldier...Where am I?"
Pedestrian B: "You are in Liverpool."
Charles puzzled: "Liverpool?"
Pedestrian B: "You just hit a car. It's best to find a place to rest and don't think about anything."
The police saw that Charles was awake and hurriedly spoke:
"Are both parties to the accident here?"
Pedestrian B: "Yes, sir."
The frightened driver hurriedly explained to the police.
"It's not my fault, sir. He slipped and fell, right in front of my car."
The policeman turned and asked Charles, "Is that so, sir?"
Charles: "I think so."
Pedestrian B: "The driver is right, I saw it with my own eyes."
The police took a notebook from his pocket and began to record the accident:
"Please tell me your name, sir?"
Charles said without thinking: "Rainier Charles."
Police: "Occupation?"
Charles: "Captain Weathercks Infantry Regiment."
Police: "Address?"
Charles: "Trenches."
The policeman looked up in surprise. Everyone looked at each other.
Police: "What?"
Charles: "Randham Manor, North Randham County."
Police: "Sir... don't you want to file a complaint?"
Charles: "No, thank you. It's all my fault."
Police: "Well, Mr. Rainier, thank you."
The policeman closed his notebook, put it in his pocket, and turned and walked out of the pharmacy. The driver also left after thanking Charles.
Charles stood up slowly, just before he took a step, he fell into the reclining chair with one hand on his forehead. Pedestrian B quickly supported him.
Pedestrian B: "Can you walk by yourself?"
Charles: "I'm still a little dizzy. But... I can walk, it was a terrible bump. Uh, how can I thank you?"
Pedestrian B: "You're welcome."
Charles said to another pedestrian: "Thank you."
Pedestrian A: "Sir, you are welcome."
Pedestrian B: "Don't forget your hat."
Charles: "Oh, thank you."
Pedestrian A: "Don't you need to call a taxi?"
Charles: "No, thank you. The wind will blow."
Charles stood up and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something.
Charles said to pedestrian B: "Uh...just ask...what day is today?"
Pedestrian B: "Thursday."
Charles pondered: "Thursday. So...what about the date?"
Pedestrian B was surprised: "November 14...November 14, 1920."
Charles heard the date and realized it. After thanking the pedestrian, he walked out of the pharmacy and stopped on the sidewalk again, saying to himself:
"In 1920...so, three years have passed. Three years...France, I remember very clearly. Hansen sacrificed. Young Gu Weiwei... What will happen next? What about Liverpool? , What am I doing here? Where have I been? Let's go home first...Yes, then put things in order...Go home first."
Landham Manor
The night is deep, and the sky is full of stars. The cold wind howled across the fields. Charles walked familiarly to an old and spacious house. The dark door was closed tightly. Charles knocked on the door, but there was no movement inside. He knocked again and again, and for a moment, there was a faint light from the crack of the door, and a sound of footsteps came towards the door. The sleepy gatekeeper, carrying a lantern in his hand, yawned, and asked impatiently: "You Who are you looking for?"
Charles: "It's me, Charles. Please bring Sheldon."
The janitor heard his name as the old housekeeper, opened the door, led Charles into the hall, and went upstairs to call the old housekeeper.
Janitor: "Mr. Sheldon, I'm sorry to wake you up so late. A gentleman is looking for you and he says he is Mr. Charles. (Sheldon opens his eyes wide in surprise) Sorry, Mr. Sheldon, He said so himself."
Sheldon's mouth was open, speechless for a long time. Finally he started putting on clothes in a panic. The janitor returned to the lobby. Charles was walking back and forth in the hall alone, looking at the furnishings in the hall, everything was so familiar and kind. The janitor realized that the stranger in front of him was not an ordinary guest, and his attitude became more hospitable:
"Sir, the butler said he will go downstairs right away. Sir, please sit down. Don't mind what happened just now, it's too late, so be careful."
Charles: "Nothing. Is Miss Brinett at home?"
Janitor: "At home, sir. The whole family is here."
Charles: "Really? I hope everything is fine at home."
Gatekeeper: "Sir, have you heard? Old Mr. Rainier passed away on Sunday and the funeral will be held today. Is he your relative?"
Charles was shocked when he heard the news and lowered his head sadly:
"He is my father!"
Gatekeeper: "I'm sorry, sir."
Sheldon hurried downstairs, took two steps, and looked up and down Charles. Slowly, a joyful expression appeared on his face, and his hands held Charles tightly, tears bursting into his eyes:
"Master Charles, you are finally back!"
Charles was moved: "Sheldon, hello! How is the whole family?"
Sheldon choked, "It's all fine. Master, how are you?"
Charles: "Look, didn't I come back?"
In the restaurant
The next morning, relatives who came to attend the funeral were sitting around the dining table and having breakfast while talking about Charles' sudden return.
Lydia: "It's like reading a thriller novel. This thing is really ridiculous. There was no news for three years, and suddenly appeared from the grave. The experience is so bizarre, and it is just about the will to read the will. when."
Chetwind: "My dear, according to you, is my brother a fake?"
Lydia: "How do you know that he is not a fake?"
Chetwind: "You forgot, Sheldon has seen him."
Lydia: "Yes, but at night. Maybe Sheldon is sleeping drowsy."
Jill: "Is it a waste of time arguing like this? I'll see him in person soon. I think we will always recognize our brother."
A lively and lovely girl ran into the restaurant like a whirlwind and greeted everyone happily.
Kitty: "Good morning!"
Crowd: "Good morning!"
Kitty: "Good morning, mother!"
She walked to Jill, kissed her, and sat aside.
Jill: "Good morning. Honey."
Kitty said loudly, "Where is Uncle Charles?"
Jill: "Shhh, he hasn't gone downstairs yet."
Kitty stuck his tongue out: "I'm sorry. I really want to see him. All this is so romantic, like the thriller novels sold in the train station bookstore. A missing uncle came back from the dead."
Male relative C: "Yes, I have been missing for three years."
Kitty: "Three years! Think about it, where was he in the past three years?"
Lydia: "That's what I asked just now. (To Chetwind) Can the lawyer be sure that the will was made ten years ago?"
Chetwind: "Yes. As far as I know, the real estate is evenly distributed to us. The exception is that two commercial shares belong to me."
Male relative second: "Of course it is."
Chetwind: "This house belongs to Charles."
Lydia: "Go to Charles? Why should Charles get this house! This is more than Chetwind!"
Kitty: "Ah, Uncle George is here."
George walked into the restaurant, greeted everyone, and sat down in an empty seat. He picked up a plate to serve.
Everyone continues to talk about it. Charles suddenly appeared at the door of the restaurant silently and surprised everyone present. Then they all put on a smile, stood up one after another, greeted Charles enthusiastically. Charles shook hands with them one by one, greeting each other.
Chetwind: "My dear, how are you?"
Charles: "Hello, Chetwind."
Male relative second: "Dear Charles, I'm so happy to see you."
Female relative second: "You are welcome to come home, dear."
Charles: "Hello, dear."
Jill: "Yo, my dear, it's nice to meet you. You haven't met Herry yet, right."
Jill introduced his husband to Charles.
Charles: "Oh, a new brother-in-law. Hello, congratulations!"
Herry shook hands with Charles: "Thank you very much."
Chetwind: "You... uh, do you remember Lydia?"
Charles and Lydia greet each other.
Kitty greeted him impatiently before Charles came before him. The big beautiful eyes gleamed mischievously.
Kitty: "My name is Kitty. Jill and dad get married, so I can't help but take me."
Charles: "Hello Kitty! Please sit down (to everyone), I'm afraid I interrupted your breakfast."
Kitty: "This is your seat, next to me."
Charles took a seat with pleasure. Kitty picked up the empty plate in front of him.
Kitty: "What do you eat?"
Charles took the plate from her:
"Thank you, go ahead and eat, I'll do it myself."
George: "Eat, dear man. We are all very happy to see you back. What would you like to eat?"
Charles: "I'll bring two sausages of the kind you eat."
Kitty: "If you haven't eaten him up yet."
George: "Yes, more. I'm dieting now."
Male relative second: "Oh, my God, he looks thinner."
The crowd roared with laughter. When everyone was quiet, Chetwind said to Charles: "By the way, the lawyer read out the will to everyone this morning. It was made ten years ago, so you won’t lose your share. As far as I know, It also includes this house."
Charles: "Really? Well, I think you must want to hear about my experience. I really can't tell what it is because of the loss of memory. Sheldon has already told you all he knows. Yesterday morning, I'm in Liverpool. I don't know why or how to get there. I was knocked down by a taxi and was helped into a pharmacy. I can't remember anything before this. (Pauses ) It has been three years since the crater in France. The three years are completely empty in my memory. (Take out a long copper key from my pocket) I found a little money in my pocket, and There is this key."
Kitty reached out and took the key and looked at it curiously: "Is it the key to your house?"
Charles fell into carbuncle contemplation: "Ah, if I knew it, I would know where I should go."
Kitty enthusiastically took Charles by the arm: "You should stay here, Uncle Charles."
Charles: "Yes,...yes, of course Luo, stay in this house. Well, I hope you still regard this as your home. You can come whenever you want, and you can live for as long as you want. Now also Yes, anytime from now on."
Breakfast is over. Everyone stood up from the dining table and said goodbye to Charles one by one. Kitty was talking to Charles while waiting for Jill.
Kitty: "I will come, and will come often. I'm so happy to have an uncle like you."
Charles smiled: "Thank you, Kitty."
Kitty: "They said I shouldn't call you uncle again."
Charles: "Oh?"
Kitty: "You know, you are not my real uncle. (Holding Charles) Shall we sit for a while? Sit, mother can't leave yet, always slow."
Charles sat down next to Kitty, smoking a cigarette. Kitty squinted at Charles coyly:
"Let me take a puff, please?"
Charles: "Do you think this is good?"
He passed the cigarette to Kitty. Kitty took a sip, choked, and quickly returned the cigarette to Charles:
"The girls in our school start smoking when they are sixteen years old, don't you care?"
Charles shrugged: "What does this have to do with me?"
Seti: "Charles, you live in such a big house... don't you feel lonely?"
Charles: "Maybe. But why do you ask?"
Kitty: "When people feel lonely, they tend to marry the first woman they meet in a hurry. You know this is not acceptable."
Charles: "It's not worth it. (jokingly) Haven't you encountered this situation in your life?"
Kitty: "I will be eighteen in three years."
Charles: "I will remember you."
Kitty: "Really?" She jumped up with joy, but immediately sat down with her lips pouting: "I know you are laughing at me. However, please don't rush to get married during this time. Because, um, because I like you so much... I like you at first sight."
Charles: "Has it been a leap year this year?" (According to Western habits, only in leap years, the woman can proactively propose to the man. Translator's Note)
Kitty: "I don't know, and it doesn't matter whether it is a leap year or not. That's what I said, and words count."
Charles: "Well then, I have to think about it."
Kitty: "Anyway, do you think I can come here during the holidays... take care of you?"
Charles: "What would your mother say?"
Kitty: "Jill? Oh, she won't care, she just wants to get rid of me."
The two were talking and laughing, and Jill came out of the hall, looked around and didn't see Kitty, so he called "Kitty". Kitty pretended not to hear, but continued to talk to Charles:
"Then will you write to me? (eagerly) write?"
Charles stood up, pulled Kitty, and signaled that it was time for her to go to Jill. Jill kept calling. But Kitty looked at Charles stubbornly, standing still.
Charles: "Well, if you want me to write, I will write."
Kitty ran to Jill happily: "Here, waiting for you."
Charles came to bid farewell enthusiastically to Jill.
Jill: "Goodbye, Charles. (to Sheldon again) Goodbye, Sheldon. It's time for us to go."
Charles: "Goodbye, dear."
Jill: "It's great to see you. Let's go, Kitty."
Kitty reluctantly said, "Goodbye, Uncle Charles. Thank you for inviting me to see you during the holiday."
Charles sent the guests away and walked back
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