"No!" The doctor exclaimed emotionally, "She will live for many more years for the benefit of all of us." ”

The old lady knelt down and tried her best to put her hands together, but the perseverance that had sustained her for so long had flown to heaven with the first prayer of thanksgiving. She collapsed into the arms of her friend, who had caught her with outstretched arms.

The joy is almost unbearable. Yongchang was stunned for a moment when he heard this unexpected news. He couldn't cry, he couldn't speak, he couldn't sit still. He lingered for a long time in the quiet of dusk, wept again, and finally regained a little understanding, and then it seemed to suddenly dawn on him that a happy change had taken place, and that the unbearable anxiety in his chest had been dissolved.

The night quickly gathered around, and he walked home with a large bouquet of flowers, which he had carefully picked to decorate the ward. He was walking briskly along the highway when he heard the sound of a carriage galloping behind him. He turned his head and saw a stagecoach speeding towards him, and because the horse was running fast and the road was narrow, he stood against a gate to let the carriage pass.

The car sped by, and Yongchang saw a man in the car who seemed to be a little familiar, but his glance was too short to see who it was. After a second or two, the nightcap came out of the carriage window, and a loud voice called the coachman to stop. The coachman reined in his horse, and the cart stopped. Then, the nightcap poked out again, and the loud voice called Yongchang's name.

"Here!" The voice shouted, "Yongchang, what's the news?" What happened to Miss Jin Xiu? ”

"Is that you, Lao Li?" Yongchang shouted as he ran towards the car door.

Lao Li stretched out his head again and replied, but was suddenly pulled back by a young gentleman sitting in the other corner of the carriage, who eagerly inquired about what news there was.

"Tell me!" The gentleman shouted, "Is it better or worse?" ”

"It's better—it's better!" Yongchang hurriedly replied.

The young gentleman shouted, "Are you sure? ”

"No problem, sir," replied Yongchang, "it was not the same a few hours ago, Mr. Qian said, and the danger had passed. ”

The gentleman said no more, opened the car door, jumped out of it, grabbed Yongchang by the shoulder, and pulled him to the side.

"Are you absolutely sure? Kid, it's never going to go wrong again, is it? The young gentleman asked in a trembling voice, "Don't lie to me, let me rejoice." ”

"I will not lie to you, sir," replied Yongchang, "really, you believe me. Mr. Qian said that she would live for many years and many years for the benefit of all of us. ”

Yongchang remembered the scene that brought infinite happiness to everyone, and tears rolled in his eyes.

The young gentleman turned his face away and remained silent for a while. Yongchang believed that he had heard him choke more than once, but he did not dare to say anything else to disturb him—he really couldn't guess the gentleman's mood—and stood aside, pretending to take care of the bouquet in his hand.

In this kung fu, Young Master Mei has been sitting on the pedal of the carriage, with his elbows on his knees, and he can't stop wiping his eyes with a cloth handkerchief with blue ground and white flowers.

This honest and upright man did not pretend to be emotional, which could be seen from his red and swollen eyes, which Lao Li looked at him with which he looked when the young gentleman turned to call him.

Only then did Young Master Mei remember that his appearance was undignified.

As they walked along, Yongchang looked at the newcomer with great interest and curiosity from time to time.

He looked to be about twenty-five years of age, of medium stature, with a cheerful and handsome countenance, and a down-to-earth manner. Despite the age gap, he and the old lady looked alike, and even if he didn't mention the old lady as his mother, Yongchang had no trouble guessing the relationship between them.

When the villa arrived, Mrs. May was anxiously waiting for her son. When the mother and son met, both parties were very excited.

"Mother," the young man whispered, "why didn't you write to me?" ”

"I wrote," replied Mrs. May, "but after much deliberation I decided to take the letter back and hear what Mr. Chin had to say." ”

"But why," said the young man. "Why risk such a thing? In case the golden embroidery—I can't say the word—if this illness is a different outcome, will you still be able to forgive yourself? Will I ever be happy in this life? ”

"If that happens," said Mrs. May, "I fear that your happiness will be ruined, and it will make no difference if you come back sooner or later." ”

"If that's the case, Mom, what's so weird?" The young man replied, "Oh, why should I say what if? - It's - it's - you understand what's going on, mom - you should understand. ”

Mrs. May said, "I understand that she needs someone who loves her deeply and never changes her heart. If I hadn't felt it when I did something that seemed to me to have to be done, and I knew that the slightest change in attitude in the person she fell in love would break her heart, I wouldn't have felt so difficult about my mission, or I wouldn't have had so many conflicts in my heart. ”

"It's not fair, mother," said Young Master Mei, "you still treat me like a child, and you don't understand my own thoughts at all, nor do you understand the impulses of my soul?" ”

"It seems to me, my good son," replied Mrs. Me, who put a hand on his shoulder, "young people have many impulses that are often difficult to last, and some of them, when satisfied, only become more fleeting and fleeting. In short, I believe," said the old lady, staring intently at her son's countenance, "that a man of great enthusiasm and great ambition marries a wife who is tainted by his honor, even if the stain is not due to her fault, it will attract a group of cold and filthy villains, and will affect the children—how much the husband has achieved in the world, how much he will be discredited, and make him the object of ridicule and ridicule—one day, no matter how open-minded and kind the husband may be, will regret that they have formed this family affair in the first place. It is also painful for a wife to know that her husband regrets it. ”

"Mother," said the young man, "whoever does this is a brute who cares only for himself, and is not worthy of being called a man, nor worthy of the woman you describe." ”

"That's what you think now." Mother said.

"It always will be like this." "The mental anguish I have suffered over the past two days compels me to confess to you unabashedly that I have such an affection, which you know perfectly well that it did not arise yesterday or was formed lightly by me. My heart belongs to the golden embroidery. I am as determined as any man who is devoted to men. If you oppose me in this matter, you will take my peace and happiness in your hands and throw it away with the wind. Mother, think about this more, think more about me, don't think of this happiness as worthless, you seem to think very little about it. ”

Mrs. May said, "We've talked too much about it at the moment, so let's stop there." ”

"Okay, it's up to Jin Xiu to decide," Young Master Mei said, "You shouldn't impose these prejudices of yours on others, or even create obstacles for me, right?" ”

"I won't," replied Mrs. May, "but I want you to consider—"

"I've thought about it." The reply was already quite impatient, "Mom, I've been thinking about it for years. I've been thinking about it since I've been able to think seriously. My feelings will never change, they will always be. Why do I have to endure the pain of procrastination and procrastination as soon as I say it, and what good is this pain? No, before I leave this place, I'll have to listen to what I'm saying. ”

"She will." Mrs. May replied.

"Mom, your attitude almost suggests that she will treat what I have to say with a cold attitude." The young man said.

"Not cold," replied the old lady, "not at all. ”

"So what?" The young man bluntly said, "She doesn't have another love, does she?" ”

"No, not at all," replied the mother, "perhaps I am mistaken, you have grasped her affection firmly. I was about to speak," the son was about to speak, when the old lady stopped him, and continued, "that is exactly that. Before you give up everything and take this opportunity to bet, before you can't help yourself and fly to the apex of hope, think about Jin Xiu's life experience, you think about it, she has always been loyal to us, no matter how big or small, her character trait is self-giving, if she learns that her birth is very suspicious, what kind of impact will this have on her decision. ”

"What do you mean?"

"I'll leave that to you," replied Mrs. May, "and I must go back to her." ”

"Can I see you again tonight?" The young man said eagerly.

"It won't be long," replied the old lady, "when I leave the Golden Embroidery." ”

"Are you going to tell her I'm here?" Young Master Mei said.

"Needless to say." Mrs. May replied.

"Tell her how anxious I am, how much I have suffered, and how much I want to see her. You're not going to say no, are you, Mom? ”

"Yes," said the old lady, "I will tell her everything." She lovingly shook her son's hand and hurried out of the room.

While this hasty conversation was going on, Mr. Qian and Yongchang had been staying in the other corner of the room.

At this time, Mr. Qian stretched out his hand to Young Master Mei and exchanged heartfelt greetings. The doctor then answered a large number of questions from the young friend and explained the patient's condition in detail, which was as hopeful and reassuring as Yongchang's statement.

Lao Li pretended to be busy packing his luggage, but in fact, every word the doctor said did not fall.

"Have you hit anything special lately, Lao Li?" The doctor asked.

"Nothing special, sir." Lao Li's face was red all the way to the root of his ears.

"Didn't catch the thief or anything, or recognize any of the robbers?" The doctor said.

"No, sir." Lao Li replied very solemnly.

"Oh," said the doctor, "it's a pity, because it's so admirable that you did." ”

"That's a good boy, sir." Lao Li reverted to his usual benefactor tone and said, "He wants me to convey his respect to you, sir." ”

"That's good," said the doctor, "when I saw you here, I remembered again, Young Master Mei, that the day before I was hastily called, I had done a little errand that would be good for you. Can you come over here for a moment? ”

Lao Li walked to the corner with great solemnity and a little surprise, and had the honor of having a short whispered conversation with the doctor. When the conversation was over, he bowed frequently and stepped back with an unusual* step.

The subject of this secret conversation was not disclosed in the drawing-room, but it soon reached the kitchen, for Lao Li came directly to the kitchen, asked for a glass of wine, and announced in an impressive and noble manner that the hostess was deeply satisfied with his heroic actions in this attempted theft, and had deposited 25 yuan of ocean for his personal use in the bank.

As soon as they heard this, the two maids raised their hands and rolled their eyes up together, guessing that Lao Li didn't know what to look like with pride.

Lao Li pulled out the frills of his shirt and replied repeatedly: "No, no." He also said that if they noticed his arrogant attitude towards his subordinates, they must tell him and he would thank them. Next, he talked about it all over the world, which is nothing more than an example to show that he is humble and modest, and this high argument has also been praised and appreciated, and it is considered to be ingenious and profound, and the words of the big man are on his lips all day long.