The breeze blows on the light gray curtains, the beige lace lining dances, and the sparse golden sunlight jumps and dances like an elf; the melodious and cold string music fits closely in the soft and cold sound of the piano, and a faint sadness and loneliness flows out like this.

Arthur still remembers the day when Lan Li left the house and headed for New York.

George and Elizabeth were both at home. Even though Lanley had informed her about her decision to leave in advance, they were still indifferent and unmoved. They had no intention of changing their daily life processes at all. They went to the restaurant step by step, read the newspaper, and enjoyed breakfast.

Elve, Arthur and Edith were also required to attend. Although there were no such rules, George and Elizabeth issued a rigid rule that they had to appear on the breakfast table on time and could not mention Renley, just as the youngest son of the Hall family had never existed.

Arthur sat directly opposite the window. Through the window, he could see the scene in the courtyard outside the window. The calm and peaceful rhythm of life seemed to be unaffected. However, the weather in London was rarely clear, and the soft sunlight fell lightly on the treetops, falling faintly mottled.

"squeak."

The sound of chair movements came from my ears, which was very rude on the dining table, because the moving seats must also be carefully lifted to avoid the movement of friction on the ground, which may disturb others' meals, and then all eyes are projected towards the source of the sound.

"Edise!" Elizabeth's solemn and stern voice came over.

Edith, who was halfway up, stiffened slightly for a moment, and she continued, "I'm finished my meal."

"Then sit down and read the letter. Philip, the letter." Elizabeth said loudly.

Edith looked down at the leftover food on the plate, mixed with flavors but didn't know how to express it. She tried to resist George and Elizabeth, but she still lacked a little courage; she tried to sneak out to escort Lan Li for a journey, but she still lacked a little impulse.

"...Wait for a moment for the letter, I'm a little irritated now." Edith resisted carefully.

"Then close your eyes and take a deep breath." Elizabeth said calmly. At this time, Philip had already sent the letter and placed it on the dining table.

Edith closed her eyes tightly, grabbed the napkin's right hand and couldn't help but clenched it into a fist, gathering it, and then gathering it again, almost at the verge of the explosion, but she finally managed to control it. Instead of sitting down again, she turned around and strode away from the restaurant and walked towards the next tea room.

"Edith!" Elizabeth raised her voice a little and issued a warning, but noticed that Edith had not left the tea room and her figure was still within her sight and did not go to escort Renley, so she did not continue to stop Edith.

Arthur withdrew his gaze, and his eyes floated out of the window absent-mindedly, and then he saw Renli.

The twenty-year-old Lan Li has a calmness and elegance that is inconsistent with her age. She has a unique temperament in every move. She can easily stand out from any corner. She is not showing her sharpness but cannot be underestimated. Her powerful presence can easily capture the sight of others.

It was an early spring morning. Lanley was wearing a smoke-gray vertical striped shirt and dark green wool jacket, carrying a dark brown leather suitcase, and left Hall's house step by step. Her tall and slender back had no special emotions. It seemed that this was a short trip outing on a spring outing and would come back again tomorrow. Her steps to leave were not particularly firm or hesitant, and her calm and gentle movements were pleasing to the eye.

In contrast, they were sitting upright, and their muscles became tense under the perfect etiquette.

They all care, because they care too much and are too nervous, but they deliberately create an illusion of "not caring", and Renli is the one who doesn't care.

Lanli's footsteps stopped in the courtyard and waited for a moment, but... without a driver or helper, he was the only one, alone.

Lan Li was not panicked either. She took out her cell phone and called a taxi. The waiting time for the taxi was a long time, but Lan Li was never panicked and just stood there quietly waiting. On the contrary, the atmosphere in the restaurant became more and more tense and stiffer. The long waiting was a torment for them.

Then, Philip Demba appeared.

Philip was quietly accompanying Renli, making Renli's figure finally no longer lonely. The two of them did not talk, but stood side by side, waiting for the taxi to arrive.

At this time, there was another movement in the tea room. Edith was tinking her violin. The harsh string sound seemed to be expressing her protest, but the restaurant was still silent, deadly silent, and no one could notice anger. It seemed that no one was there at all. Then the melody came out of the tea room.

"God is with us."

That day, Edith played this song "God is with us", a little awkward and flustered, and the rhythm and tone seemed to be inaccurate, but Edith still played stubbornly, just like when she was a child, she was eight years old and Renly five years old. They were forced to practice songs they didn't like, follow the way of cultivating aristocrats, polishing their personality bit by bit, and becoming the perfect aristocrats in the eyes of others.

The strings of the violin, which are not touching and not graceful, are fluttering thinly, echoing gently in the room, but Arthur cannot be sure whether Lanli heard it, because he did not look back, and did not look back from beginning to end. Only at this moment can he realize Lanli's stubbornness and stubbornness and refuse to turn back, stubbornly refuse to admit defeat, stubbornly refuse to compromise, and insist on his choice in his own way, without hesitation.

The black taxi finally arrived. Philip refused the driver's help and put Lanli's luggage into the back car, then watched Lanli get into the taxi, but still didn't leave. He stood there and watched the taxi go away. Philip looked at the direction where the taxi left for a long time.

Arthur's eyes shifted from the taxi to Philip's shoulder. At that moment, he felt unprecedented loneliness, but his footsteps never left. He sat at the dining table, from beginning to end; the violin strings in his ears were still ringing, Edith did not give up. She insisted on finishing the whole song, played it back and forth twice, then put away the violin, left the tea room, walked through the restaurant, and walked towards her room. This time, Elizabeth did not stop Edith.

Memories have returned to the present five years ago. Arthur carefully raised his gaze and captured the outline of Lanli's figure with his eyes. The face, which was not too bloody because of illness, was full of fatigue, but his expression was extremely focused, as if he was playing a melody from the sky. The corners of his relaxed mouth were raised lightly, with a faint sense of comfort. Even if it was loneliness, it was a happy loneliness.

Then, Arthur saw Edith with sad eyes.

Arthur lowered his eyes in a panic, hiding his nervousness. He didn't know how to face Renly, nor did he know how to face Edith. The most tragic thing about him was that he didn't even know how to face himself.

After the melody was finished, Lan Li's joking voice came to his ears, "Some things have not changed, Arthur, can your rhythm be more messy? Edith, at least five of the melody were wrong. At the back, I forgot to count. If Elve was here, she would have let us practice it a hundred times again."

Edith put the violin down and looked at Renly, "Did you hear it?"

The question was asked without any end, but Edith knew that Renly could understand it.

Lanli didn't want to answer, but Edith stared at Lanli intently and would not give up until she got the answer. Finally, Lanli showed a helpless smile, "Such a harsh melody is full of loopholes. Even if you want to ignore it, it is very difficult. I think it can be used as a spell."

Yes, he heard it.

Edith's cheeks suddenly turned red, and she became extremely panicked as if the secret hidden deep in her heart had been discovered: she thought Renli hadn't heard it.

Arthur sat quietly beside him with a cello in his arms. He tried hard to find clues from Renli's expression, but failed. So he simply asked, "Lianli, are you okay?"

"It's just a small cold, and the fever has subsided now. There is no problem, I'm still feeling weak." Lan Li replied seriously.

But Arthur refused to compromise, "You know I'm not asking about this."

"So, you don't care about my health at all?" Lanli asked back quippedly, but Arthur did not retreat, which made Lanli smile helplessly. "You two are so aggressive today, obviously bullying the patient. This means that you'd better run away soon tomorrow, otherwise the consequences will be bad." Even if it's a threat, because of illness, it's no longer the power of normalcy, Arthur and Edith will not be afraid at all.

Lan Li himself noticed it and couldn't help but shake her head gently.

Both Arthur and Edith knew that Renly was not the kind of sad and sad character of spring and autumn. If there were no special reasons, he would not sit in front of the piano and play today, and he would also play with Edith and Arthur. Going further, he played "God is with us", which also shows a lot, and there must be other reasons behind it.

Sitting quietly for a moment, Lanli stared at the black and white piano keys in front of her, waiting for her emotions to settle down, and then said, "Elizabeth sent a postcard."

What?

Elizabeth Hall? Postcard? Wait, what's going on?

"A blank postcard." Lanli added.
Chapter completed!