Chapter 12 Chapter Eleven

How long will you stay in India? She eats his fort. He then responded by eating her bishop.probably not.I'm going back to Cambridge. They were at the confluence of the Dire and the Panjkola.Very hard today.She lingered around the table after dinner, and he asked her if she wanted to play a game of chess, and she immediately agreed, both surprised and happy, because other men never asked her to play chess again after losing once. She looks up at him.He was wearing only his shirt shirt and was lounging in a folding chair, but his upright posture was hardly lounging. They sat under the same circle of light, and as soon as they left the halo of the oil lamp, there was a solid darkness like a wall outside.In the dark night, everything is silent, only the sound of the rushing river.The dishes were washed, the mules fed, and the coolies rested.

I heard you have a house in Cambridge. My godfather gave it to me many years ago, before we were married.I haven't lived there.Will lived with Lizzy at Gurdon College while she was a student.Now that they have moved back to London, the house is vacant. what is it like there? that house?Smaller than our house in London, but prettier.The lawn in the backyard is next to the Cam River, and there are many cherry blossom trees.When the flowers bloom in spring, the scenery is very beautiful. You seem to like it very much. I'm so happy to be back at Cambridge, I've been away for so long.But the thought of having to redecorate another house is tiring.

Here's another thing she'd never thought of him before: he'd taken on the big job of furnishing the house. You don't want to continue wandering the world? The wandering of youth will always end one day.He pressed the bishop with his fingertips, and after thinking for a while, he changed to the knight.When I become a chicken-skinned and gray-haired old Cambridge professor who can barely get up to the podium, I will think about the border of India and recall how the wonderful journey of life brought me here, and it became the end of my wandering in my youth. His eyes were focused on the board, so she allowed herself to gaze at him.The lights flickered on his hair, the color of strong black coffee, brown only in the harsh sunlight.And his tall nose bridge and delicate lip shape.

Have you always wanted to be a professor at Cambridge?She pushed the pawn forward.She has so many questions to ask.There are many things about him that she doesn't know. Not a professor in general, but a Lucasian mathematics professor.He rested his chin on one hand.Because I want to win your admiration. Her heart skipped a beat.So, is this a recent ambition? No, I always wanted to. She froze for a moment.Did not you say The lights flickered, and the light and shadow played and chased on his three-dimensional cheekbones. He had a kind of lonely indifference, almost resigned to his fate and gave up on himself.Her heart ached.

He smiles.I've wanted to be the Lucasian Professor of Mathematics since I was eleven, just to win your admiration. She laughed confusedly.Eleven years old?Why should you care what I think when you're thinking about what you want to be when you grow up? I just care.Not only at the age of eleven, but also at the age of twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, and even seventeen.He moved the knight forward. What exactly do you mean? Nothing, he said.It's just that I have always loved you, even when I am meaningless in your eyes, even if you don't know my name, or even my appearance.

She stared at him blankly, not understanding what he was saying at all.For a long time, he has occupied her heart and mind, and it is hard to imagine that he is meaningless in her eyes. A tall, thin boy sitting with her on the stone bridge.Small bright red cherries are wrapped in a knotted handkerchief. The fruit is as cool as the morning breeze, and the taste is sweet and sour. Did any fish take the bait? No. In case your father does not allow you to study medicine, have you ever thought about how to tell? He must agree, or go to hell. You are such a weird girl.How about another cherry?

Okay, thank you. She shook her head vigorously.Where did this memory come from?She had very little recollection of her teenage years, just a monotonous and vague period of anxiously awaiting the day when she would be away from Pinewood and her family. On the day she finally left home for medical school, the carriage stopped on the way to the train station.A boy ran to the window and offered a handful of wild flowers. I wish you all the best in Zurich. Thank you.She was very confused, not sure who he was. The carriage continued on, and she turned to Carrie.Was that child the youngest of the Mo family?Weird kid.

What did she do with the flower?She was completely unimpressed. Music, lights.Mrs. Weedon's Yule Ball.She reluctantly returns home from medical school, and equally reluctantly attends the prom.He was fifteen years old and already as tall as she was.He acted as her partner in the opening group square dance. Your name is Ovie, right? It's Leo. Feel sorry. It doesn't matter.By the way, you are so beautiful.I think you are the most beautiful lady tonight. In those years, he was just an embryo in her eyes, but at that time he was already in love with her. You're just a child, she said slowly, still shocked.You are just a kid.

Old enough to worry about whether you'll always think I'm just a kid. Even so, your cheating with Mrs. He is still unforgivable. Yes, he echoed under his breath.Because of this, it is even more terrifying. silence.All that she had lost slowly sank to the bottom of her heart. If you had told me she whispered. She would not be so eager to give up her marriage as if fleeing to a burning ship. I can say that too, he replied.If only you had told me sooner. She suddenly saw in her heart that she had turned into a chicken-skinned and white-haired old doctor, unable to hold a scalpel because of arthritis, and her dizzy old eyes could only diagnose measles and chickenpox at best.The chicken-skinned and white-haired old doctor likes to drink tea with her chicken-skinned and white-haired old professor, laughing and talking about the impulsive and stupid things done in the distant youth, and then holding his dry hand with age spots and walking along the Cam River together walk.

How ironic, when they were husband and wife, it never occurred to her that she would grow old with him.At this moment, after many years of annulment, she yearned deeply, like a prodigal son who has been expelled from his homeland longingly longing for his hometown. Beni had thought the Panjkola Valley was as wide and flat and populous as Chitra.Unexpectedly, Panzhikola is completely different from what I imagined. It is more like a river than a canyon.The population is mainly concentrated in the small valleys on both sides, relying on the small streams injected into the Panzhikola River for irrigation.

However, at least there are villages along the way, and Danao will send a guide to inquire about the situation in the Swat Valley every time he passes a village.Rumors thrive like germs in a slum.Those whom the guide interrogated knew the wandering priest, who was already known in this part of the world as a madman. The mad monk is invulnerable to swords and guns. The mad monk can command the heavenly soldiers and generals. Once the holy war of glory begins, he will call the gods to help.Before the new moon rises, all Britons will be expelled. She didn't know what to make of these rumors.Is there a grain of truth in it?Or is it all fiction?Despite the stories of the mad monk's miracles, and his assurances of expulsion of the British, the inhabitants of Dire seemed to be more of a gossip than an incitement to riot. In the end she chose to ignore the rumors.Compared with the turmoil in her heart, these things seemed far away and ridiculous. They quickened their pace, and soon they would reach the Swat River, followed by Nowshera.From there she was going to catch a train to Mumbai before leaving India on the nearest cruise ship. She didn't want to say goodbye to him.She didn't know what she wanted, maybe wished the journey never ended so they wouldn't have to go back to their normal lives, to stay in this bubble forever, untouched by past and future. Having said that, their lives have long been abnormal.Germany, USA, India.She went farther and farther, intending to escape the inescapable reward, and never set foot in England except passing through. She envied his determination to return to Cambridge.She couldn't go back to the New Women's Hospital to regain her old life.She found peace and serenity abroad.When she left, there was neither. As the altitude gradually decreases, the temperature increases, sometimes uncomfortably hot in the afternoon.Leo adjusted the itinerary according to the climate and arranged more rest time for the animals to breathe. Beni was delighted to be able to enjoy the coolness in the apple orchard for a few minutes, giving her body wrapped in layers of clothing a chance to cool down.In the perpetually cool Britain, there is nothing wrong with tights and petticoats, but in India it seems superfluous. She fanned her new hat a few times.In the morning he took out the hat again and asked her if she wanted to wear it, because the sun would be hotter the further south she went.She accepted it gratefully. I thought you were fine in any climate, and he sat under the tree closest to her, with tiny apples hanging from the branches above his head, very pale green almost white. I thought so too.It turns out that I can only be at ease when the temperature does not exceed twenty degrees.Don't you feel unbearably hot? fine.He looked up at the powder blue sky.Probably because I am enjoying the last exotic carnival of my life, taking the opportunity to bask in the sun more, and then I will go back to the UK, and I will endure non-stop rain for the rest of my life, and the temperature will never exceed 15 degrees. His traveling clothes were made of Patou cashmere, an earthen Kashmiri cloth that, while fine for the changeable mountain climate, was not at all attractive.His haircut is messy.His boots were weathered.The exhaustion accumulated from running and trekking for several months is all written on his face. He has dark circles and fine lines around his eyes.Despite the lush greenery of summer around him, he had an air of majestic stillness that reminded her of winter in the snow. He is no longer that brilliant young man blessed by an angel, but now he is more beautiful than before. On the other side of the river, on the other side of the rugged valley, a man was driving his sheep up the path that led to the cedar woods at the top of the hill.Although the hills and ridges here are still rugged, they are not as towering and terrifying as the road when we came here.She watched the bleating sheep until they rounded a large rock. Are you going straight back to Cambridge?she asked, not looking at him. No. Oh, she still didn't look at him.Why? If they go straight back to Cambridge, they must stay together for at least three weeks.He can't take it.She was right in front of him, and he had lost her forever because of his own mistake.Love becomes a nail, so sharp that it pierces deeper with every breath, and a sharp pain with every heartbeat. I'm going back to Delhi first until my luggage is delivered by Gilgit.I also want to spend more time with Charlie and the kids before leaving India. Arriving at Noucera, he and Bernie will say goodbye forever. Well, say hello to Charlie for me.He came to see me twice when I was in Derry, but I happened to be away. Poor Charlie was in vain. Will you stay in London this time?Or will I go to Shanghai or something like that in two weeks? She pulled up the skirt, which was specially designed for horse riding. The dark brown fabric was very strong, and there were buttons on both sides. When dismounting from the horse, the extended skirt could be pulled up and fixed in place. The climate in Shanghai is very bad.San Francisco is better.New Zealand is also good, I heard that the scenery is beautiful. A sharp pain hit my heart.It was all his fault.She was once the most outstanding doctor in London, but now she is a wanderer, with only a tent and two suitcases left in her life. Benny, it's time for you to stop and stop running away. I don't know if I can stop. Give it a try.Your father will be very happy to stay longer in London. She raised her head in disbelief.How can you think that way?My dad doesn't care about me at all, just like I don't care about him. You really care about him and you're just mad at him.He also cares about you, but he doesn't know what to do with you. He doesn't need to do anything with me, he just needs to be by my side.Books can be written anywhere. Well, he wasn't there.He is a mournful widower, anxious to escape the home that once gave him joy.But don't you know?He can be said to be obedient to you when he comes home. What's the meaning?she asked blankly. He had the feeling that he was trying to melt an iceberg with a match.When he promised you to study medicine, the neighbors thought he was crazy.You are the eldest granddaughter of the earl, how can you go to dissect the body and have contact with a man who has not been properly introduced? She immediately retorted.He agreed to let me go because he knew that even if he didn't allow it, I would still go when I was an adult and got my inheritance. You were still four years away from becoming an adult.What people want to do when they are seventeen, they often don't want to do when they are twenty-one.Generally, fathers would rather take a gamble and never allow you to go.But he agreed. you are wrong.She is very stubborn and locks the door of her heart firmly.My father just chose what was most convenient for him, and he always did.The reason why he agreed was because it was better to simply agree under the circumstances at that time.He knows I'm serious and he doesn't want to continue to be harassed by me constantly. He somehow felt like crying.He and Ai Jiefei can be said to have the same disease.They've all failed her, and there's nothing they can do to make it up. Once you lose her favor, it will never be possible to get it back. Then, you go back to your country to see him, and when he recovers, you have to buy a ticket and leave the UK by boat immediately. Very likely. Although she tried her best to control it, her tone was still a bit bitter.Sometimes she hides inside, sometimes she runs away, but she never forgives and never forgets. He looked up again at the clear, cloudless sky.It's going to rain, he said. Yeah? Imran said that Lingwan will definitely be issued.But there's a post station up ahead, so we shouldn't have a problem. He didn't look at her, but he could see the sadness in his stiff shoulders and tight jaw.He cared so much about her disagreement with her father, she felt an indescribable touch in her heart.No one ever cared, and even Carrie had accepted the reality long ago and stopped bothering. However, from the very beginning he worked hard to draw them closer.He invited his father and stepmother over for dinner.When her father occasionally wrote letters from the countryside, even if she didn't even bother to read them, he still answered them one by one. : This man has many advantages, but she never noticed it.For a moment, she couldn't look directly at him, just like she couldn't look directly at the sun. She hoped that he would always be by her side, and that his embrace of her was far more than her ardent expectations of herself.She hopes to play thousands of games of chess with him.She wanted to grow old hand in hand with him, staring into his blurry old eyes and kissing with teethless and shriveled lips. You are not worried about unrest in Swat, are you?he asked nonchalantly. She stroked the hat he had given her.yes, she said.I don't bother with that at all right now.