Aberdale Street, South Hampstead, London, is set against the backdrop of Hampstead Heights, which overlooks the whole of London, and is built on a gentle slope, and the whole street is a standard Victorian red brick two-storey apartment with a rooftop.

Mrs. Einsbell, a housewife, struggled to climb the steps in front of the house with a stroller, while her six-year-old daughter, Sidney, pushed the rear wheels of the trailer with great force.

"Oh God, Mrs. Einsbell, wait a minute, I'll help you." A pair of strong hands grabbed the edge of the trailer, and the whole car was lifted.

"Ma'am, please hurry up and open the door, I can't hold out for long." The young man said with a smile.

"Ah, ah, yes, Mr. Ian, thank you so much." Mrs. Einsbell hurriedly took out the key from the handbag hanging on her wrist and opened the door to the apartment.

"Come in, Mr. Ian." The housewife held on to the door. The man carried the stroller through the door and into the hallway of the foyer.

"Thank you so much, what a gentleman, Mr. Ian."

"As a tenant, it's a privilege to be able to serve a beautiful landlady, Mrs. Einsbell." The young man replied with a smile.

Looking at the man's charming light green eyes under the black sea, Mrs. Einsbell felt that her cheeks became a little hot.

"Ah, thank you, Sheeny, for helping me a great favor too, my princess." Ian crouched down, took his bag from the little girl's hand, raised his hand and touched the girl's head, the little girl squinted and laughed happily.

"That's right." Ian patted his forehead as if he had suddenly remembered something, and he opened his leather bag and pulled out a paper bag from it.

"Guess what's inside?"

"Is it for me?" The little girl asked, biting her fingers.

"Of course, open it and take a look." The little girl looked hesitantly at her mother, and seeing that she had no objection, she took the small paper bag from Ian's hand.

"Fruit candy! Chocolate! Mommy, look! Fruit candy! Chocolate! "I saw the contents of the bag. The little girl screamed in surprise.

"Oh, that's great, Sheeny, why don't you hurry up and thank you, Mr. Ian." Mrs. Einsbell put her arm on her daughter's shoulder.

"Thank you, Mr. Ian, can I eat one now?" The little girl asked, tilting her heels.

"Of course, it's all yours." Ian replied with a smile.

"Well, only one and don't eat too much sugar before dinner. Now go back to your room and put the candy in your snack jar. ”

"Okay, Mom." The youngest daughter ran down the stairs.

"Wait a minute, Sheeny! What did you forget? Einsbell called out to his daughter.

"Ahh By the way, see you later, Mr. Ian, and thank you again for the candy. The youngest daughter stuck out her tongue, walked back to Ian, saluted, and said sweetly.

"I'll see you later, little princess, and go quickly." Ian smiled and nodded. The little girl jumped up the stairs again.

"You're going to spoil her like that, Mr. Ian." The landlady complained about the tenant.

"It's hard to get these candies. Since last week, two supply coupons have been required for every pound of cane sugar bought, and candy is no longer available, and it is said that it must be supplied to the army first. ”

"It's all right, ma'am. Don't forget that I work in the War Department, we have special supplies, and it's easy to get this kind of stuff. Alas, what were you doing with Sheenie earlier? What's in this car, so heavy. Do you want me to push you to the pantry? Ian asked, smiling at the pretty landlady.

"Ah, put it right here. I'll move it myself in a minute, and Mrs. Ryan's cousin at No. 40 is from the municipal office, and he has a way to get coal, and my Mrs. Torion asks him to get some for me, you see, sixty pounds. ”

Due to the strong blockade of the German army, Britain has fallen into a state of energy shortage, and gas and electricity must be supplied to military enterprises first, so residential areas are often cut off from gas and electricity. The helpless citizens of London can only start to look for all kinds of replacement fuel, many of the backyard air raid trenches are stored not only food, but also a large amount of coal and firewood, which has caused concern in the air defense command, worried that if there is a bombing, it may cause a serious fire accident, but the government finally did not order a ban, because it is safer to put it in the backyard than in the house, and the citizens need fuel to heat food and boil water to make tea. As time went on, even alternative fuels became scarce, and the National Police Agency began to increase night patrols in various parks, and there were no cases of illegal logging of park trees.

"I'll help you move to the backyard, I'm the only man in the house, and I'm obligated to take on this kind of work that requires physical strength to complete." Ian smiled and handed the bag to the landlady, then took off his crisp navy blue suit and put it on the handle of the escalator, then rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

"Ah, Mr. Ian, how can this be, you've helped us a lot." The landlady was at a loss to stop her.

"Call me Bruce, and leave it to me if there is a similar job at home in the future, this should be a man's job, and a beautiful lady like you just needs to be quietly watching." Ian smiled like a sunny one, making the landlady's heart beat a few steps faster.

"Thank you so much, Ian...... Oh, Bruce. You can also call me Annie. Madame Einsbell's cheeks were slightly red, and her eyes were fixed on the handsome tenant.

"Okay, Annie, then...... It's all in the backyard bomb shelter, right? ”

"Yes, I'm sorry for you, Bruce, I'll go to the kitchen to boil water, and when I'm done, I'll go to the living room and have tea together, and I've made some small biscuits, which should taste pretty good."

Five minutes later, freshly cleaned Ian sat on the couch in the apartment's living room with a cup of black tea in his hand.

"Now the supply of government agencies is getting tighter and tighter, and the ration of coffee has begun to be halved, but there is still no shortage of black tea, otherwise I really don't know how to live in the office."

"Let's try the biscuits, there is no butter, but I put a lot of sugar in them." Mrs. Einsbell handed the snack plate to Ian.

"Well, it tastes good, huh...... Speaking of butter, I remember, please hand me the leather bag on the side. Ian placed his teacup on the teacup and held out his hand to the landlady.

"It was given to me by a friend from my army officer, and I thought you and Sheenie would love it, so I brought them all back." Ian pulled out a cardboard box from his purse. It was handed to Mrs. Einsteinberg. "It's the Army's standard ration, a can of butter, a can of lard and a can of condensed milk, and a pound of corned beef."

"It's so nice to cook you a beef stew in the evening." The landlady held the cardboard box, picked up a can and looked it up and down, and then said happily.

"No, I'm going to have dinner with my colleagues in the ministry tonight, and I'm going out later. Tomorrow, tomorrow I rest. You can cook stews in a day's time. Ian put down his purse and picked up the black tea on the coffee table.

"Okay, that's settled, Bruce, let's have dinner tomorrow, Sheenie hasn't eaten beef in a long time." The landlady said with a smile.

"Speaking of which, the Admiralty should give you a special supply voucher, and according to the rules, you can get an extra two pounds of meat and fat." Ian took a sip of black tea. One hand on the arm of the sofa and raised Erlang's legs.

"There is a special supply volume, but the Navy Service said that there is no goods, so it can only be owed first. When the supplies arrived and we were compensated for the lump sum, I heard that it would take another week or so, and Mrs. Ron's brother, a lieutenant colonel in the naval base service office, told me that the American fleet would bring everything we needed next week. Then we won't have to worry about food anymore. ”

"She's not going to just talk about it."

"I don't know, but looking at her mysterious appearance, she shouldn't be deceiving." Mrs. Einsbell took a sip of black tea from her teacup.

"Major Einsbell has no news lately? He's been on a business trip for almost two months. It's been a week since I moved in, and he probably didn't even know that there was a new tenant in the house. Ian picked up a cookie.

"I don't even want to mention it, I don't know if he's still in the UK, and his boss in the navy says he's on a classified mission and can't tell me the details. However, he assured me that he would be given a holiday before the end of the month, and I was very suspicious of this, and I didn't know if he was still alive without a single phone call or letter. Mrs. Einsbell put down her teacup with resentment.

"Don't worry, the Major will be fine." Ian leaned over and took Mrs. Einsbell's hand, staring into the woman's eyes.

"You have to believe that, for Sheeny's sake, for your own sake. Everything will be fine, no matter what happens, I want you to believe that you still have a friend to support you. ”

"Thanks, Bruce." Einsbell's eyes welled up with tears as she gripped Ian's hand tightly.

"Oh, it's almost time, I'm going upstairs to change my clothes, it's going to be late tonight, I'm going to find a place to sleep outside, and I'll be back tomorrow morning." Ian let go of Mrs. Einsbell's hand and stood up.

"Ah, then come back early tomorrow, I'll have breakfast ready and waiting for you."

"Okay, Annie, then I'll miss first." Ian smiled and nodded to the landlady, then picked up the bag and turned to walk up the stairs.

Walking into the second-floor guest room, Ian turned around and closed the door, locked it, and then walked to his desk and sat down. He pulled a metal cigarette case from his pocket and placed it on the table, then pulled out a note from the side. Ian stood up, peered out the window, then picked up the pen on the pen holder and scribbled a few lines on the note. Carefully blow dry the ink, fold the note carefully, and carefully put it into the cigarette case.

Ian stood in front of the dressing mirror and brushed his hair carefully, then walked to the closet and took out a dark gray suit and threw it on the bed.

"Annie, I'm out and I'll see you tomorrow." Ian walked down the stairs with the cufflinks of his shirt tightened, and the landlady stood at the top of the stairs looking at him, the intoxication flowing from her eyes was clear.

Ian was wearing a crisp dark gray dress, a tie and waistcoat of the same color, a silver watch chain hanging from the mouth of the bag, short black hair neatly divided into three or seven, a few strands of Liuhai hanging naturally in front of his forehead, green eyes were bright, and his face was full of confidence.

"Are you walking? Bruce. Don't drink too much. The landlady opened the door for him.

"I called a taxi, I can't help it, after all, I need to socialize, I'll pay attention." Ian walked out of the apartment and a taxi pulled up at the door. The driver got out of the car and opened the door, and Ian waved at the landlady before getting into the car.

"Hotel Dorchester, thank you." Ian stretched out his arm in the spacious back seat of the taxi, then pulled out a cigarette case from the inner pocket of his suit, pulled out a cigarette, tapped it on the case, and pulled out a lighter.

It was already completely dark, and the taxi shuttled through the streets of London, and after fifteen minutes arrived at the Dorchester Hotel, one of the most luxurious hotels in London, located right next to the famous Hyde Park, most of the rooms overlook Hyde Park, and some rooms overlook Buckingham Palace, which is not far from Buckingham Palace, so it is often patronized by members of the royal family, so it has also become a favorite place for celebrities and politicians and generals. And because of its relatively recent construction, the entire building is made of reinforced concrete, and the hotel was touted by Fleet Street reporters as the safest hotel in London, so it was full of guests every day.

"No need to look for it." Ian stepped out of the car and handed the driver a two-pound bill standing by the door.

"Thank you, sir." The driver glanced at the banknote and quickly took off his hat to thank him.

Ian tugged at the hem of his clothes, glanced at the massive glass ceiling above his head, and walked through the hotel door.

Standing in the lobby, Ian turned his head to look around, and immediately realized the goal of his trip.

"Ah, I'm sorry, there are a lot of things going on in the ministry today, I went home and changed my clothes, but I ran into a traffic jam, you waited a long time, Jacqueline." Ian walked over to a pretty woman in a dark blue RAF Women's Auxiliary uniform.

"I just arrived, Bruce, this place is so beautiful, I never thought I'd be able to eat in a place like this." The girl ran over in small steps and grabbed Ian's arm.

"How long can I stay in London this time?" Ian smiled and touched the girl's cheek, then walked towards the elevator of the hotel.

"There is only one day, I have to go to the ministry during the day tomorrow, there is a document to be handed over to the minister in person, and I will rush back to the base early the day after tomorrow, so you must accompany me well tonight." The girl winked at Ian.

"Of course, Jacqueline, let's go to dinner first, then we go to dance, and the bar here is pretty good." Then Ian leaned into Jacqueline's ear and said, "I've booked a luxury suite upstairs, and we'll have time tonight." The girl's cheeks flushed, and she looked around without anyone noticing, and lightly clubbed Ian's ribs with an elbow.

At this time, not far from the Dorchester Hotel, a taxi stopped on the side of the road, the driver turned on the small light on the top of the cab, took out a two-pound bill folded in half from his arms, opened the note, and there was a note in it.

The driver looked up for a moment, then lowered his head to carefully read the handwriting on the note in the orange light. After reading it, the driver shoved the note into his mouth and started the car while chewing. (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and updated faster!)