There is always a crossing that suits you

London seemed perpetually gloomy, with a thick drizzle pattering and whitening the Thames.The faces of pedestrians on the street are relaxed and happy, whether it is a neat gentleman, a luxuriously dressed lady, or even an ordinary hawker selling flowers or snacks, all look happy.Because this is the capital of the United Kingdom, the victors of the First World War rejoiced to enjoy the luscious fruits.Little do they know that the losers who have been ignored by them are regrouping, like beasts hidden in the dark, and once the time is right, they will deal a fatal blow to their prey.

Along the Thames River, a tall man in a dark green windbreaker, holding a big black umbrella, strolled slowly.His appearance is a typical Germanic style, blond hair blue eyes, high and straight nose.His graceful steps carried the unique rhythm of nobles, his slightly raised chin showed his arrogance, and his straight spine set off his dusty temperament.This is a very tasteful, powerful and noble man.

When the man came to a cafe at the corner of the road, a woman suddenly rushed out from the other side of the road.She seemed a little flustered, and bumped into the man's arms.

"Be careful." Qiao Mu helped the flustered woman with a calm voice and a smile on her face, "As a lady, it's not good to be so flustered."

"Thank you, oh, I mean I'm sorry." The woman seemed embarrassed to run into the arms of a strange man, "Sir, I'm too careless."

"It's okay." Asking the woman to stand upright, Qiao Mu withdrew her hand, "It's every gentleman's honor to protect a beautiful lady like you."

"You are too kind."

"If you're fine, then let me leave." Qiao Mu didn't want to delay any longer, as he wasn't coming to England for vacation this time.

"No no!"

Qiao Mu nodded to her and walked into the cafe.

I ordered a cappuccino and sat down on a seat by the window.But after a while, the young and beautiful waiter brought the coffee and milk syrup.Qiao Mu actually doesn't like coffee. If it wasn't too conspicuous for a big man to drink milk and juice in a cafe, he would definitely not touch such a bitter thing.

Drinking coffee and flipping through free newspapers, Qiao Mu spent a quiet afternoon here.During the refill, the waitress was hit by a running child during the second refill, and the dark coffee soaked Qiao Mu's coat.So Qiao Mu had to end his leisure time.

Back at the second-floor apartment where he was temporarily staying, Qiao Mu took off his windbreaker, and instead of immediately changing into clean clothes, he took out a stained handkerchief from the pocket of the windbreaker.After careful identification, it can be seen that the waiter in the cafe came to wipe Qiao Mu's clothes.Spreading out the handkerchief and spraying it with a special potion, Qiao Mu took out a "Bible" and looked at it.

That's right, this humble cafe is actually an intelligence point of the German army in London.Placed on the streets of London where people come and go, the most dangerous and most neglected place.The hostess and waiters of the cafe are real mothers and daughters, they are of mixed Anglo-German blood, with very light Germanic features.The female boss's husband is also British, with a clean background and simple family members.A better intelligence officer.

Qiao Mu is not their superior, it's just that they are in charge of meeting when they come to England to carry out the mission this time.

After reading the contents of the handkerchief, he threw it into the fireplace, and didn't feel relieved until he was sure that it was burnt out by the flames.

"This is troublesome..."

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"Good morning, Mr. Riddle." Qiao Mu greeted his neighbor.

"Good morning." The tall man responded.

"Today is really a rare good weather."

"Indeed, this is the first sunny day in a month, and I can't wait to bask in the sun."

Qiao Mu is not familiar with his neighbor. He only knows that the neighbor is a businessman with a strict father, but he doesn't know anything else.But since he can be his neighbor, there must be no problem with his background, he is just an ordinary civilian.The two had nothing to talk about, and after saying goodbye to each other, they separated.

Qiao Mu has no goals today, after all, he can't always go to the stronghold.His current identity is a noble son who was born in a famous family but loves painting. Now he naturally wants to do something that suits his identity.Picking up the drawing board and painting tools, Arbor headed for the Thames.

Set up an easel by the river, doing a full set of things, while Qiao Mu sat on a high chair and began to conceive.About half an hour later, Qiao Mu began to write.The charcoal pencil slides over the canvas, the ink smudges to create a fresh color, and then outlines with a fine brush.

"You draw really well." A sweet female voice sounded from the side.

"Really?" Qiao Mu didn't look back, and continued to draw seriously.

Qiao Mu knows that his paintings are novel and unique. It is his unique style, which combines the elegance and elegance of Chinese ink painting with the thick and bright Western oil painting, which is definitely eye-catching.In addition, his paintings incorporate his experience of several lives, the artistic conception is profound and evocative, and it is definitely at the level of a master.Indeed, if he didn't have two brushes, Qiao Mu wouldn't dare to play the role of a painter.

It is estimated that this girl is also an art lover, she can see it whenever she wants, and Qiao Mu has nothing to hide, so she doesn't chase people away.

As the last layer of light powder faded away, Qiao Mu closed the brush.

"gorgeous."

Hearing the sound, Qiao Mu raised his eyebrows in surprise.He was too absorbed, and he didn't make any sound for a long time, so he thought the girl was bored and left early.I didn't expect it to still be there.

"Really? You know how to draw?" Anyway, it's okay, Qiao Mu simply teased her.

"I don't understand, but it feels very warm and sad." The female voice said.

Qiao Mu was a little interested when he came back, turned his head to give the woman a straight look, and was surprised to find that it turned out to be the reckless girl who bumped into his arms in the cafe.It's not surprising that she can see warmth. The main colors used in his paintings are all warm colors, but sadness is not so easy to see.Either this woman has a high level of appreciation, or she is very spiritual.

"Tell me."

There are large expanses of fiery red tulips on the canvas, like a strong love burning to the end of the sky.The black land in the distance began to bring a little bit of green, and the bright pale golden sunlight shone, and it was full of vitality no matter how you looked at it.

It seemed that Qiao Mu's words gave her encouragement, and she went on to say, "Tulips are beautiful, a very warm orange. But the grass has already emerged..."

Qiao Mu listened to her quietly.

"The grass sprouts, and spring is coming, but in spring, the tulips will wither."

Qiao Mu fixedly stared into the woman's eyes, as if he could penetrate her soul.

"You are very spiritual." Only when the other party started to get nervous and flustered, Qiao Mu looked away and said calmly.

"Thank you."

"Do you like it?" Qiao Mu caressed the edge of the canvas, scrolling his fingers unconsciously.

"like."

"Then I'll give it to you." Qiao Mu took the canvas off the shelf, "as a reward for seeing it."

"Huh? Is it really possible?" Her face was full of surprise, her eyes flashed with longing, but she didn't dare to take it.

"Of course." Seeing that the ink was dry, Qiao Mu rolled up the canvas, put it in a bag and handed it over.

"...Thank you." She took the bag with both hands, thought for a while and said, "Big brother, you are a good person."

Qiao Mu who was issued a good friend card: ...

"My name is Merope, my father calls me Mel, what's your name, big brother?"

"Carl." Qiao Mu smiled and rubbed the little girl's hair.

"Mr. Carl..." So gentle...

"Okay, it's getting late, you little girl should go home too." Qiao Mu stood up and began to pack the painting tools.

"I'll help." Mel said, holding the painting under his arm, and helping Qiao Mu pack up.She didn't dare to touch Qiao Mu's painting utensils, so she helped to fold up the stool and opened the bag so that Qiao Mu could put things in one by one.

"Okay, I'm leaving." After putting away the things, Qiao Mu said goodbye to the girl.

The beautiful girl stood by the Thames, watching the tall figure gradually go away, until it disappeared into a small dot, and then she looked away.He touched the canvas like a baby, and smiled without seeing his teeth.

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"Mr. Carl, I brought new paints." The girl took out a few small glass bottles from the small basket, and the small bottles were filled with paints of various colors, which were very gorgeous.

"Thank you, Mel." Qiao Mu accepted the girl's gift with a smile.During this month, the other party often brings novel paints.Either thick and gorgeous, or elegant and fresh, the arbor can't tell what the material is, but it's really easy to use.As someone who loves to paint, what better gift than this?

After these few days of getting along, Qiao Mu and the girl got to know each other well.Although there is a difference between men and women, she cannot be invited to the apartment as a guest, but whenever Qiao Mu goes out to sketch, he will take her with him.Mel will also prepare a lot of food for Qiao Mu. Sometimes the two of them go to the suburbs of London and have no time to go back at noon, so they simply have a picnic.Qiao Mu is also worthy of his foodie attributes, coupled with Mel's superb craftsmanship, no matter how much food he brings, he will always wipe it out.

Mel was a very simple girl, well-bred and born in a good way.Qiao Mu didn't ask much about her family, but he could vaguely sense that maybe she was a wizard.After all, as a senior officer of the German army, everyone who appeared around him had to go through layers of investigation, not to mention that he was still in the mission stage.Even though this is the UK not the German base.

But what is surprising is that this woman seems to have appeared suddenly, with no growth experience, no birth certificate, no relatives, and no friends.Qiao Mu was not stupid, he knew the woman's origin after a little calculation.Now that he is a wizard, the origin of those beautiful and precious pigments will be clear.But since she didn't plan to make it clear, Qiao Mu wouldn't say it.

Now the two are sitting in the cafe, the seats by the window are covered with a large amount of sunshine, warm and bright.

"Mel's craftsmanship is really good." Qiao Mu took out a bottle of paint and looked at the sunlight, while taking out a sandwich from the basket.Take a bite, it's bacon fried eggs, very strong cheese flavor. "Your husband will be very blessed in the future."

"No...no." The little girl blushed instantly, like a ripe apple, even the tips of her ears were red.

"Shy?" Qiao Mu felt like a strange uncle molesting a little girl.

"By the way, this is for you." Qiao Mu thought for a while, and took out a painting from the painting clip.

In the painting is a beautiful and pure girl, sitting in a field of wild lilies in a light green dress.The girl has beautiful long light brown hair, bright eyes and bright teeth, and a bright smile.

When Mel saw the painting, his flushed face became even redder.

Who is that sweet girl but herself?

"Do you like it?" Qiao Mu smiled smugly.

"It's...so beautiful."

"Does Mel also think she is beautiful?" Qiao Mu joked.

"No! No!" the little girl argued loudly, and seemed to realize that she was too loud, and lowered her voice again, "I mean the painting is very beautiful."

"Of course." There is no painter who does not like others to like his works, especially sincere praise is even more rare.

After the little girl accepted the painting, Qiao Mu casually chatted with her about the local customs and customs.After all, he is a person who has experienced several lives, needless to say his knowledge, he coaxed the little girl into a daze.

"Mr. Karl knows so much." Not even the most erudite Ravenclaw.

"As you get older, you will naturally experience more." Qiao Mu smiled.

"Mr. Carl is not very old."

"Little girl." Qiao Mu didn't argue with her, looked at the endless river outside the window, and said softly, "Mel, I'm leaving."

"What!" Mel's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You know, I'm not British. I've been in England for a long time this time, so I should go back."

"But……"

"I'm very happy to know a beautiful and lovely girl like you. You are very spiritual in painting, don't give up." Qiao Mu patted the little girl on the shoulder encouragingly.These days, Qiao Mu has also taught him a lot of painting knowledge. Although Mel's foundation is poor, he is really very spiritual. "Your emotions are very rich. Rich emotions are the wealth that God bestows on artists, don't waste them."

"I'll go back tomorrow. I don't know if I can come in the future. You have to take care of yourself."

"Can't wait two more days?"

"No." The transfer order has already been issued.

"Just stay for two more days, I, I can't bear Mr. Carl."

"Sorry, Mel." Qiao Mu said reassuringly, "There will be a time later."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the little girl to say anything else, Qiao Mu picked up the portfolio and got up to leave.Facing the sunshine in the room, he walked firmly, and never looked back from the beginning to the end.Mel was a nice girl, but not one to stop him.He is burdened with too many expectations and shoulders too many responsibilities. No matter how beautiful the scenery on this road is, it is just a scenery after all.How could he leave his people in dire straits?She's just a girl from an enemy country.

"Mr. Carl..." A person who is obviously so gentle, yet so ruthless.

The little girl burst into tears at the sun-drenched table.People who have never felt warmth will not be able to let go once they taste a little bit of sweetness, let alone such warmth like the sun.Now this sun is still going to leave after all. I just feel the light from him and I am so greedy that I can't extricate myself, but I forget that the sun does not need mortals.