"My mother!" Young Master Mei raised his voice: "I did what a woman should do." She burned the will. The letter will never reach the recipient. She left the letter and some other evidence behind, fearing that they would do everything they could to get rid of the scandal. There was silence in the room. After a pause, Mr. Luo picked up the clue of the story.

"Her illness dragged on, and she could not die, and to live was to suffer," said Young Master Mei, "and she passed on these secrets, together with the hatred she had for everyone involved in them, the irrepressible bitter hatred—though she could not do so, for I had inherited them long ago."

She didn't believe that the girl would commit suicide, and even the child was ruined, but she always felt that a boy had been born and was still alive. I swore to her that as soon as I met the little one, I would chase him to the end, that he would not be at peace for a moment, that I would clean him up fiercely, that I would not be relentless, that I would take out my hatred on him, and that if I could do it, I would drag him all the way to the gallows, and spit on the insulting will, which was full of empty words.

She was right. I finally ran into him. It started pretty well, and if it weren't for that*, I'd have got things done.

The villain clasped his arms and cursed himself for his incompetence with a grudge that had nowhere to vent. Mr. Luo turned around, and everyone present listened in shock, and he explained that the old camel had always been his old partner and confidant of Young Master Mei, and he received a large amount of honorarium, on the condition that Yongchang was led into a trap, and in case he was rescued, part of the remuneration must be returned, and the two had an argument on this issue, and they had their trip to the country house, in order to determine whether it was Oliver.

"Where's the little gold box and the ring?" Mr. Luo turned to Young Master Mei and asked. "I bought things from the man and the woman I told you, and they stole them from the caretakers, who in turn stole them from the dead," replied Young Master Mei without raising his eyes, "You already know what happened next. ”

Mr. Law nodded slightly at Mr. Lin, who walked out with great agility, and soon returned with two more men, Mrs. Bull in front and her unhappy husband in the back.

"I'm not dazzled." Mr. Bull exclaimed, "Isn't that a little villain?" Oh, you don't know how sorry I feel for you—"

"Shut up, idiot!" Mrs. Bull muttered.

"It's human nature, human nature, Mrs. Bombur, isn't it?" The Rector of the Foundling had another opinion, "I cannot be happy, for I brought him up on behalf of the diocese, and now I am not happy to see him with these very pleasant ladies and gentlemen?" I have always liked that child as if he were my child," Mr. Bull paused for a moment to find such an apt analogy, "Little master, my dear, do you remember the blessed gentleman in the white vest?" Ah, he ascended to heaven last week, and used an oak coffin with gilded handles. ”

"Come on, man," said Mr. Lin bitterly, "restrain your feelings. ”

"Sir, I will do as much as I can," replied Mr. Bull, "how are you, sir?" I hope you are very healthy. ”

The greeting was addressed to Mr. Luo, for he had come very close to the venerable couple. He pointed at Young Master Mei and asked, "Do you know that person?" ”

"I don't know." Mrs. Bull denied it.

"You probably don't know each other, do you?" Mr. Luo asked her husband.

"I've never seen him in my life." Mr. Bull said.

"Perhaps, I didn't sell him anything?"

"Nope." Mrs. Bull replied.

"Perhaps, you never had a small gold box or a ring, did you?"

"Needless to say." The stewardess replied, "Why did you bring us here to answer such nonsense?" ”

Mr. Luo nodded at Mr. Lin again, and the gentleman limped out again, his movements unusually agile. This time he brought back not a sturdy couple, but two old women with rheumatism, who staggered in and trembled.

"You closed the door the night Lao Sha died," said one of the men who walked in front of him, raising a trembling hand, "but you couldn't close the sound, nor could you close the crack in the door." ”

"That's right, that's right," said the other, looking around and snuggling her toothless mouth, "that's right." ”

"We heard that old Sally was desperately trying to tell you what she had done, and we saw you take a piece of paper from her hand, and the next day we were staring at you, and we saw you go into the pawnshop." The first one said.

"yes," added the second, "it was 'a little gold box and a ring.'" We all inquired and saw that something was handed over to you. We were right next to us. Oh! It's right next to it. ”

"We don't know much more than that," went on with the first, "and she told us a long time ago that the young mother had told her that she felt that she could not survive, that she was going to go to the grave of the child's father, and that she was going to die there, and that she had never thought that she had fallen ill on the way. ”

"Would you like to meet the pawnshop owner himself?" Mr. Lin made a gesture to go to the door and asked.

"No," replied the stewardess, "since he—" she pointed to Young Master Mei—"coward, he actually confessed, and I see that he has recruited everything, and you have inquired about these ugly bastards, and found these two suitable witnesses, and I have nothing to say." I did sell those two things; You'll never find something, so what? ”

"Not well," replied Mr. Law, "but there is one thing that we need to inquire about, and you two will no longer be able to hold the position of responsibility." You can go. ”

"I hope," said Mr. Lin, who had gone out with the two old women, and Mr. Bull, looking around, with a sad face, "I hope that my parish office will not be dismissed because of this unfortunate little thing, will I?" ”

"Dismissal is inevitable," replied Mr. Luo, "you better die of that heart, it's already cheap for you." ”

"It's all to Mrs. Bull, she had to do it." Mr. Bull glanced back and was convinced that his partner had left the room, and then he was wronged.

"That is not a reason," replied Mr. Law, "you were present when the two pieces of jewellery were destroyed, and of the law, you are indeed more culpable of the two." For the law considers your wife's actions to be directed by you. ”

"If the law thinks so," said Mr. Bull, rubbing his hat between his hands, "the law is a stupid donkey—an idiot, and if this is the vision of the law, then the law must be a bachelor." I hope that the law will end at worst, and only after experiencing it and opening my eyes can I understand whether a husband can dominate his wife or not – it depends on my own experience. ”

Mr. Bull repeated the last words in an accentuated tone, put his hat tightly, put his hands in his pockets, and followed his virtuous helper downstairs.

"Miss," said Mr. Luo, turning to the golden embroidery, "give me your hand." Don't tremble. You don't need to be afraid, listen to the last few words we have to say. ”

"If your words have anything to do with me—I don't know how that's possible, but if so—you'd better tell me another time. I don't have the strength or the spirit right now. ”

"No," replied the old gentleman, taking her arm, "I believe that your perseverance is more than that. Sir, do you know this young lady? ”

"Acquaintance." Young Master Mei replied.

"I don't know you now." Ruth replied weakly.

"I miss you a lot." Young Master Mei replied.

Mr. Luo Xian said, "Master Mei's missing little daughter? ”

"Go on," Mr. Luo said. ”

"Do you see her now?" He said to Mrs. May.

"See. It's on your shoulder. ”

Mrs. May hugged the golden embroidered girl who was about to faint, and said loudly, "No worse than my most precious child." Even if you give me all the riches in the world, I will not leave her, my precious girl. ”

"You've always been my only relative," Jin Xiu snuggled up to her, crying, "My heart is going to explode, I can't bear all this." ”

"You have endured many more things, and you have always been the kindest and gentlest girl, always throwing happiness upon everyone you know," said Mrs. May, holding her lovingly, "Come, come, my darling, and think of who is waiting to take you in her arms, bitter child." Look here - you see, he's coming. ”

'You're not an aunt,' Yongchang shouted as he threw his arms around Ruth's neck. "I'll never call her aunt—I'm going to call her sister, my dear good sister, who taught me something from the beginning, and that's why my heart loves so much."

The two orphans hugged each other tightly for a long time, tears streaming down their faces, and they uttered incoherent words to each other. In an instant, they both knew who their father, sister, and mother were. Joy and sorrow mingle in the cup of fate, but there are no bitter tears in it: for even sorrow itself has been diluted, and wrapped in such sweet, gracious memories, and has lost all its bitterness, and has become a kind of pleasure.

"My child," said Mrs. May, "where have you been, and why do you look so sad?" The tears are still secretly flowing down the face, what's wrong? ”

It is a world where hopes are dashed at every turn, and it is often the case with the hope that we hold so dear, the hope that can bring the highest honor to our nature.