The green light is counting down and will disappear in a few seconds.

The driver was probably in a hurry. He figured that if he didn't speed up, he would be able to successfully pass before the transition, so that he wouldn't have to stop and start again.

Six seconds, five seconds... very good, just enough to catch up, and the driver was in a good mood.

For three seconds, the driver's eyes suddenly widened, and then he slammed on the brakes with the soles of his feet - a woman walked out pushing a stroller.

There is no way she can pass, there are only two or three seconds left... Is this woman an idiot? She is still on the phone! Such a careless mother!

Due to the speed, the car could no longer stop, and the driver's eyes widened in despair. However, when he crossed the sidewalk, he didn't seem to feel that he hit anything.

The car finally came to an emergency stop at an intersection, and the driver quickly got out of the car and looked back.

What I saw was the careless mother who was talking on the phone. At this moment, a young girl was holding her arm - she saved her.

"How are you walking?!" the driver roared and walked up. He felt that he had to curse a few times to calm down the shock.

…

"I'm really grateful to you. God is grateful to you. Oh my God..." The woman thanked her excitedly in front of Caroline.

She held the child in the stroller and kissed the child's forehead repeatedly, "Oh... I'm sorry, little baby, mommy will never make a phone call while crossing the street in the future. Forgive me, okay? Oh... I'm sorry,

sorry."

Caroline watched quietly.

Why did she reach out to give this woman a hand? She was still thinking about this question.

Why did she see this scene in advance? She also deliberately started to panic about this question.

She had realized something... something special seemed to have happened to her.

"Miss! Please tell me your name and contact information." The woman seemed very grateful: "Please let me repay you well, otherwise I don't know how to forgive myself for my carelessness."

Caroline opened her mouth, then thought for a while and said: "Then... can you treat me to breakfast? To be honest, I haven't had breakfast today."

"Of course! Of course, I'm so happy!"

She grabbed Caroline's hand and said quickly: "You can eat whatever you want, no problem."

The feeling of being appreciated...it turns out to be this,

People like me will also have times like this... to be grateful.

Caroline smiled self-deprecatingly. This smile looked a little weird to the child's mother, who couldn't help but look at Caroline in confusion. It was only then that the child's mother discovered that there were clear bruises on Caroline's neck.

It looked like it had been pinched out.

And Caroline's eyeballs were filled with blood, as if she was wearing special contact lenses.

"Are you...are you okay?" the child's mother asked subconsciously.

Caroline shook her head, maybe she could think of a reason to deal with it casually - for example, she was domestically abused by her boyfriend, and then escaped, and now she is penniless - maybe the mother of the child would be more willing

Help yourself a little.

If she could get a little cash, she could even use some pheasants to get out of this place temporarily.

"I actually..." Caroline moved her lips and was about to say a set of improvised excuses, but she suddenly swallowed the words and then changed her words: "I'm sorry, I can't have breakfast. I'm in a hurry.

…”

With that said, she ignored the child's mother's call and hurriedly ran into the crowd.

During rush hour, the streets were bustling with people, and Caroline quickly disappeared from the mother's sight.

The reason why Caroline ran away in a hurry was because she saw Arnold, who seemed to be... passing by in a hurry.

…

…

The man looked a little shivering and stopped in front of a mobile breakfast cart, "Give me a cup of coffee."

The salesman in the car took a look and saw that the man buying coffee had obvious bruises on his face. He must have been in a fight. There were also wounds on his cheeks, which may have been scratches during the fight.

such as.

The salesperson didn't pay attention.

Don't encounter too many people injured in fights in this place. "Sir, your coffee. Thank you two reals."

He took out a pile of loose coins from his pocket, picked out two, placed them directly on the counter, and left with the coffee - but he felt someone suddenly tap him on the shoulder.

He turned around in confusion and his eyes suddenly shrank.

"Arnold! You're okay! It's really you! Great!" Caroline grabbed the man's arm. Perhaps out of joy, Caroline grabbed it very hard.

Caroline looked at the scars on the man's face, "How did you escape from Boston? Did they do anything to you later?"

She looked at the scars on Arnold's face, not knowing how many times he had been beaten after she left, and she felt somewhat apologetic.

Man... Arnold was stunned for a moment, and then said quickly: "I escaped quietly while they were sleeping. What about you... are you okay?"

Caroline shook her head: "After they took me out, I found an opportunity to escape. But I don't think they would let me go so easily."

Arnold nodded and said: "Yes, Boston is very cruel and will definitely not let you go so easily...Have you figured out what to do next?"

Caroline said worriedly: "I don't know, maybe I want to leave here...I'm still thinking of a way. What about you? You finally escaped, what are you going to do now?"

Arnold shook his head and said: "I haven't thought about it yet. But... I should be able to find a place to hide for a while. Otherwise, you can come with me."

Caroline frowned and asked subconsciously: "Where?"

"University, we can go to the university to hide." Arnold said quickly: "In the dormitory of the university, I can temporarily stay with my classmates for a few days!"

"College..." Caroline hesitated.

Arnold said quickly: "There are many people there, and there are school security guards. Even Boston doesn't dare to mess around!"

Caroline thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "That's fine."

…

…

Passing by rows of luxurious villas, Song Haoran introduced the background of the people living here to Luo Qiu, "...Basically, they are all descendants of Spanish nobles. Because starting from the mid-16th century, this place became a Spanish colony.

. This situation lasted for a long time. In fact, Cartagena also declined for a time, and it was not until the 1910s and 20s of the last century that it prospered again due to shipping."

Luo Qiu listened quietly.

"Humble house?"

The car finally stopped in front of a building surrounded by tall walls. Luo Qiu looked at the plaque hanging in front of the door.

Song Haoran smiled and said: "This is written by my father. Do you know why it is called Humble House?"

Luo Qiu shook his head.

Song Haoran said: "In the beginning, this was where we lived. In recent years, my father has moved to another place. Firstly, the environment there is better and more suitable for living. Secondly, it can avoid unnecessary disturbance. This

I must have lived in this humble house for ten years. Dad said that when our Song family started, we actually had nothing. Our ancestor was an honest farmer with only one tiled house and only four walls. When winter came,

The cold wind can't even be blocked."

"have you been there?"

Song Haoran shook his head and said: "I have returned to China several times, and once I followed my father to find his hometown, but it was completely unrecognizable, and all I could find was a piece of barren grassland."

"That's why we have a humble house." Luo Qiu nodded.

"That's why we have a humble abode." Song Haoran smiled and led Luo Qiu in.

When several people passed the entrance named 'Dragon Hall', Oni and Lluvia had already stopped. They did not go further, but servants came out to greet them in the humble house, and they were all familiar faces.

.

Luo Qiu met the housekeeper of the humble residence named "Fifth Uncle". This middle-aged man with some gray hair, his expression and movements were very rigorous, and his meticulous attitude seemed to have a vague British style.

Uncle Wu asked Luo Qiu, and then after taking a look at Luo Qiu's face, he looked a little moved, but he didn't say anything, he just became more respectful.

Song Haoran said that this fifth uncle had attended a school that specialized in training housekeepers.

"Fifth Uncle, this Mr. Luo is a distinguished guest in this humble residence. Please greet him first." Song Haoran looked at Luo Qiu at this time and said, "Wait for me, someone will greet you. If you need anything, just ask Fifth Uncle."

.”

Luo Qiu did not ask why Song Haoran left.

The interior of the humble house was completely modeled after the alleys of the old capital. The side hall where Luo Qiu was sitting was also antique. The fifth uncle stood in front of Luo Qiu very respectfully - even standing in the right position, "Dignified guests are here, don't you?

Do you know what you want to drink?"

"Give me a glass of water." Luo Qiu responded politely.

"Dear guest, please wait a moment."

The fifth uncle nodded, without any dissatisfaction or any unnecessary words, turned around and walked out. The side hall suddenly became quiet - because Luo Qiu was the only one staying here.

He casually picked up a book on the shelf next to him and read it. It was "History of the Ming Dynasty" among the Twenty-Four Histories.

Footsteps.
To be continued...