On the third day of Yan Qi''s arrival in London, he met fan Yongzhi''s niece al.


    It was still raining that day, and London was very cold. Yan Qi bought a fur coat specially, but he still felt cold.


    Al doesn''t live in fan''s house, but in a building in the outer suburbs.


    Around the building, there is an endless field. At the moment, the barren grass is withered and connected with the cloudy sky in the distance. It is dusty.


    The courtyard wall is very high, the big iron door is locked, and there are two strong Chinese guards at the door. The sound of the car was heard in the distance, and the guard''s long gun was loaded.


    It was not until fan Yong got out of the car that the muzzle of the gun was retracted.


    Yan Qi was surprised to see this scene: "why is there a gun?"


    Fan Yongzhi didn''t answer and took her hand.


    Yan Qi''s hand is cold, but fan Yongzhi''s palm is hot. Without saying a word, he took Yan Qi inside.


    The guard opened the door and shouted "young master" in Ningbo Dialect.


    Fan Yongzhi nodded.


    The yard was bare and there was no tree. The three storey building is very large. At a glance, there seem to be hundreds of rooms.


    The wall was covered with creepers for a long time. In this cold winter, the vines were still as green as new, and a green coat was approved for the whole wall.


    When I came to the building, the cold wind blew on my face, and the dark room smelled musty and looked ghostly.


    Yan Qi subconsciously took a step back.


    Fan Yongzhi''s voice was gentle: "it''s all right. Come with me."


    They both went up to the second floor.


    The building is not one, but several connected. Yan Qi turned left and right with fan Yongzhi, until she suspected that fan Yongzhi was going to murder her here, and finally saw someone.


    The woman was about forty years old. She didn''t smile. She looked stunned when she saw fan Yongzhi and Yan Qi.


    "Young master..."


    "This is my friend. She came to see al." Fan Yongzhi told her.


    The woman is also Chinese and speaks Ningbo Dialect. When fan Yongzhi talked to her, Yan Qi couldn''t understand.


    "How''s al today?" Asked fan Yongzhi.


    Woman humanitarian: "very good. I''m painting after breakfast. I''m very good."


    Fan Yongzhi said yes.


    The door opened.


    The warmth in the room came to my face and swept away the wet and cold. In addition to warmth, there is a faint fragrance of flowers.


    Yan Qi thinks that this room is different from the whole building.


    The little girl is sitting at her desk, drawing.


    She was about eleven or twelve years old. She was wearing a white skirt, white socks and red leather boots. Her hair was neatly combed.


    She is a bit like fan Yongzhi. They all have beautiful facial features, but her face is pale and there is no sunshine all year round.


    When she saw the visitor, she didn''t stand up to meet him with joy. Instead, she got up shyly and stood beside him with lowered eyebrows and eyes.


    "Al?" Fan Yongzhi shouted to her.


    He led Yan Qi to al.


    He squatted down and hugged her gently for a moment. The girl spoke for the first time. Her voice was as weak as a gnat: "Uncle..."


    Fan Yongzhi loosened her and asked her softly, "do you remember I said I would bring Miss Yan to see you in the future?"


    Al nodded. He was too shy to look at Yan Qi.


    Yan Qi also imitated fan Yongzhi''s appearance and squatted down: "Hello, Al, I''m Yan Qi."


    Al looked away from her face quickly.


    She is always in the house and is not used to eye contact.


    "Your uncle said you''d love to see me, isn''t it true?" Yan Qi asked again.


    Her voice is very gentle and beautiful, which is easy to attract the favor of children.


    Al bit his lower lip slightly and nodded gently for a long time.


    Still don''t look at Yan Qi.


    Fan Yongzhi took al''s hand and asked her to sit down.


    Al picked up the brush and went on painting. In this way, her eyes fell on the paper and finally felt a little safe.


    "What are you drawing today?" Asked fan Yongzhi.


    Al replied, "dusk."


    Her drawing paper already has a large golden yellow color. Although she is silent, her painting style is warm and bright.


    Yan Qi asked with a smile, "after painting, can you give it to me?"


    "Yes." Al replied, his men kept looking up.


    "What do you usually do in the morning?" Yan Qi asked her again.


    Al spoke more fluently: "draw and play the piano."


    "What about the afternoon?"


    "Study."


    "I can also play the piano. Can you play it for me later?" Yan Qi asked again.


    Al said yes.


    After asking a few questions, Yan Qi and fan Yongzhi talked to each other. Al sat down next to him and drew without saying a word.


    A moment later, she finished drawing.


    The evening clouds are golden, the fields are golden, and even the cattle at the end of the paths are dyed golden.


    "Very beautiful!" Yan Qi said, "I like it very much. I want to take it back and mount it."


    Al hung his head and said nothing.


    Instead of playing the piano, she pulled another piece of drawing paper. Yan Ba asked, "what else does she like?"


    This is to ask her what kind of painting she likes.


    Yan Qi said with a smile, "I like moonlit nights."


    Al took out his brush and painted again.


    By lunchtime, her second masterpiece had not been finished.


    The woman came and invited them.


    Fan Yongzhi led her and Yan Qi to the nearby restaurant.


    The restaurant is also very warm, with brightly colored furniture and bursts of food fragrance.


    There are many paintings on the wall, including landscape paintings with exquisite lines and full colors; If there are characters, the strokes are messy and the picture is dark.


    Yan Qi thought, "El must hate people. Why does she want to live here alone?"


    Fan Yongzhi asked her not to inquire. She really didn''t ask. She was full of curiosity.


    Three people had lunch.


    At lunch, Al looked up at Yan Qi twice. The first time, Yan Qi asked if al''s painting was taught by fan Yongzhi. She looked up and said yes; The second time, Yan Qi said he would go to Scotland to see the snow.


    Al seemed to want to go, but when Yan Qi asked her, she shook her head and refused.


    After dinner, fan Yongzhi and Yan Qi are drinking tea and chatting in the lounge. Al is going to take a nap.


    "... she is afraid of strangers." Yan Qi said


    Fan Yongzhi nodded.


    "What''s wrong with her? I want to put her here?" Yan Qi asked again.


    Fan Yongzhi was very embarrassed and didn''t know how to answer.


    "In the future, will she be here forever?" Yan Qi couldn''t help asking again.


    She also sensed her abruptness.


    This time, fan Yongzhi answered her. He was very difficult to say, "I don''t know."


    It was warm in the room, and Yan Qi was full again. After a while, he slowly fell asleep.


    She took a nap, heard footsteps and woke up immediately.


    Someone hurried in.


    "Young master, Miss Al is not well." The woman said anxiously to fan Yongzhi, "call the doctor quickly. Do you want to inform the master?"


    Fan Yongzhi immediately got up.


    Yan Qi followed: "what''s going on?"


    Fan Yongzhi wanted to let her stay, but he struggled for a moment. He thought that he might as well let Yan Qi have a look by himself, so he didn''t stop her and let her follow.


    They ran to Al''s bedroom next door.


    Al is not in the room, but in the bathroom.


    She stared at the mirror and saw someone come in. She showed a ferocious and evil smile.


    "You''ll all die here. No one can go." Her voice is sharp and thin, like a fingernail scratched on the glass, which is toothache and very scary. Yan Qi took a step back and was really frightened.