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Nibel's eyes gradually improved, and Dr. Sun prescribed some medicine for Benoit.

"Your health has improved a lot recently." Dr. Sun stroked his beard and said, "You also feel it yourself?"

Benoit attributed the turnaround in his life to that trip to see snowdrops.

"Nibel, when your eyes are healed, let's go see the snowdrops again."

"Didn't Snowdrop thank you at that time?"

"Probably not, I think you will recover soon." He held his head: "Can't you see more than half of it now?"

"It's still very blurry, there are always shadows." Nibel rubbed his eyes: "It should take a few more days."

Benoit curled his lips: "I said it will be soon, and it will be better tomorrow."

"Yes, I'll take your word for it. Maybe I'll be healed as soon as I open my eyes tomorrow morning. From now on, I can see how many beards the actors have when I sit in the last row of the theater."

When Benoit heard this, he hammered his shoulder, and he fell on Benoit with a smile.

In the kitchen two servants sat in front of the pot and watched the fire.

"The young master is in a really good mood recently."

"Not only is the savior's eyes healed, but my body is also healthy. Can you not be happy?"

"According to me, when I was young, the master and the others were too strict, so that the young master was always alone and had no friends. Now I have someone to accompany me. I am in a good mood and in good health. That benefactor is really a lucky star."

"But that young master Roswell is also very famous," the servant looked around and lowered his voice, "I don't know how I met the young master. He rushed upstairs and brought the young master down when the fire broke out—"

"Our young master looks like a fairy. It's not surprising that anyone has a deep affection for him."

"I think our young master also... You see, this year's Christmas, he likes it when he finally has guests to visit at Christmas last year. This year, because the doctor said that Nibel's condition is not good, he can't help but lose his temper—"

Suddenly the doorbell rang, and one servant pushed the other: "Go and open the door."

"Why don't you go?"

"If you sit down, you don't want to move anymore. You are closer to the door. Go quickly."

Outside the door was an old couple, dressed in plain clothes.The man was short and stocky, wrapped in a crumpled old-fashioned coat, the woman wore a scarf and a fur hat that shed like a bald cat.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Is your master here a handsome young man in poor health?"

The servant nodded, watched the woman take off her hat, took out some money from it, counted it and handed it to him: "This is the fifty pounds we owe your master, please accept it."

Fifty pounds was nothing to the Guy family, and even if they were borrowed, they would not expect to be repaid.Looking at the shabby appearance of the couple in front of them, the servant guessed that it was the result of Benoit doing charity outside.

"No, just accept it. This is the young master's wish, and there is no need to pay it back."

"How can I do that? How can I do that?" Amy stuffed the money into the servant's hand, and the servant hurriedly stopped her: "I'll ask the young master to come down."

Before turning around, he added another sentence: "By the way, our young master is in good health!"

The couple sat on the sofa and looked around.The sofas they sat on were all covered with brown velvet blankets, with carefully carved patterns on the handles. Opposite the coffee table was a fireplace about the height of a person, which was glowing and crackling at the moment, and a huge globe was placed on it.Ivory wallpaper is pasted all around, and murals are decorated with silver foil on it, which is very elegant.There are several high shelves against the wall, displaying Chinese porcelain, and there are some models of sailing ships on the wall.

Not long after, the sound of footsteps came from upstairs.Amy was dumbfounded as soon as she looked up. She had never seen such a beautiful and temperamental man. His red hair was tied behind his head like a rose.

"First—sir, oh no, sir!" Amy hurriedly pulled George to stand up.

"Don't be nervous, please sit down." With a smile on his lips, the red-haired man turned his head and told his servants, "Why don't you serve some fruits and snacks to entertain the guests?"

Amy quickly waved her hand and said no, George stood aside blankly, covering his abdomen with his hands.

"Sir, do you feel sick to your stomach?" Seeing that they were really uncomfortable, Benoit sat down first, followed by Mrs. George.

George blushed and waved his hands again and again.This coat has not been worn for a long time, and the belly part has been soaked with oil stains, although it is not obvious, but looking at Benoit, who is dressed casually but exquisitely, he feels that the stain has been hot , subconsciously reached out to block it.

The person on the other side sat very upright, with his back straight, very similar to that day in his memory, soft and firm.

"I'm George Wilton, and this is my wife, Amy."

"Mr. Wilton, Mrs. Wilton. Nice to meet you. My name is Benoit Guy."

"Are you French?"

"Ah, I grew up in England."

"Well, Monsieur Guy, do you have a brother or something?"

"Brother?" Benoit shook his head, "I am the only child."

Amy didn't say anything, blinked her eyes, and suddenly realized that she was digressing.

"I'm sorry Mr. Guy, it's like this. My husband was working in the field before and met you..." Her voice was stammering.

"I remember. This is a thank you gift and you don't have to return it."

"How can a bottle of water be worth so much money!"

"I didn't have any change at the time, and your husband also helped me out of my urgent need, so don't worry about it."

Amy wanted to argue again, but her tongue tied when she saw Benoit.

"This way, this way, that's too much, there's no need to give so much."

"Mrs. Wilton, you don't have to be polite to me, just accept it, or I will feel sorry for my conscience." Benoit stuffed the fifty pounds back: "You must have a lot of places to use the money, no need polite."

Suddenly there was a loud noise upstairs, as if something had landed in the room.Benoit's complexion changed, he nodded to the Wilton couple, and apologized: "Excuse me, Mr. Wilton, I may be in a hurry." He looked up at the window again: "It's getting dark, It happens to be meal time, why don't you stay and have a meal?"

"What a shame!" Amy pushed her husband and left the fifty pounds on the coffee table: "Let's go now, there are children to take care of at home! I'm really sorry to bother you."

Benoit didn't stay too long, and kept looking upstairs.

"By the way, do you know a woman, black hair, brown eyes, very pretty." Amy walked to the door and asked back.

The man thought about it carefully: "I don't have any impression, what's wrong?"

Amy looked a little disappointed, turned and left.The servant patted her and handed her a portable lamp: "Take it, I'm afraid it will be dark on the way back."

On the way, George asked her, "Why do you keep asking him strange questions?"

Amy was thoughtful: "The day she picked up Charlotte, she had a photo and two letters in her coat pocket. In that photo was a red-haired man, who was pretty handsome, but not as good as Guy. Sir is so beautiful."

"What was written in that letter?"

"I didn't watch it." Amy shrugged. "Everyone has secrets. If she wants to say something, she will tell us."

When she got home, Amy found that she didn't know when there was another fifty pounds in her pocket.

"Oh, it seems that I really met a kind person." She was no longer obsessed with paying back the money.

After seeing off the guests, Benoit hurried back upstairs, his footsteps sounded a little messy.When I opened the door, I found that the bedside table had been knocked crookedly, and Nibel was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What happened?" Benoit walked over and squatted in front of Nibel.

"It's nothing." Nibel's face was pale, and his eyes were a little empty. When he saw him, he seemed to be shocked, and then gradually calmed down.

"Did you fall down? Let me see if you're injured, didn't you hit your head?"

"No, I just wanted to stand up and walk around, but I didn't see clearly, it's just a trivial matter."

Benoit breathed a sigh of relief: "Just call me next time if you want to walk around."

Nibel nodded obediently, and Benoit felt that Nibel was looking at him, and seemed to be looking at others through himself.He attributed this to Niebel's poor vision.

"Did a guest come just now?" Nibel stretched out his hand and pulled Benoit up.

Benoit nodded, hummed, and then told him what happened downstairs just now.

"She actually asked me if I had a younger brother. How could I have one? It scared me."

Niebel froze at this, until Benoit pushed his shoulder and asked him if he knew a beautiful woman with black hair and brown eyes.

"You must know, pretty woman or something."

"Black hair and brown eyes?" Nibel came back to his senses, remembered the person he was very familiar with, and paused: "Is that Mrs. Mill?"