HP Wendy's crossing running account

At this moment, there was the sound of the door being opened with a "pong" from behind, a gust of cold wind swept in, and then a woman's voice of "cheeping and quaking".

Yun Ting turned around, maintaining a bewildered expression on his face.

This was a tall and thin woman, her frowning made her look a bit fierce, but Yun Ting could feel that she was not malicious.Her dark hair was tied back in a bun, she held a glass bottle, and around her waist was a large white apron with a small, fresh, dirty handprint on one corner.

She walked in with vigorous steps, "dangdang", talking as she walked.She walked to the front of the cabinet, opened the glass door and carefully put the glass bottle in, and then took a small key to "click" the medicine glass cabinet to lock it.Another kick closed the half-open gauze cabinet door.

After finishing all this, she just turned to Yun Ting, and after another "squeaky" sound, she took out a thick and big scarf from nowhere, wrapped it roughly around Yun Ting's upper body that got out of the blanket, and then stared at her with sharp eyes .

At this time, Yun Ting secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, she was already sure that this woman spoke English.Although I am learning dumb English like most Chinese students, I still have a level [-] foundation.Just take the words of "Ji Li Gua La" just now, she caught a word "cold", a short sentence "feel better now?", and the name "Wendy" that appeared twice.Judging from the woman's expression and movements, the general meaning of that paragraph should be "Wendy, you little thing, why did you get up on your own and you're about to catch a cold? Do you know if you put on your scarf and you're so energetic, you feel better?"

Yun Ting, we should call her Wendy now, she maintained a confused expression on her face, and nodded slightly, indicating that she is better.Then wait for the woman's reaction.If there is no mistake, this kind of talkative and easy-going woman will arrange a lot of things for you, and at the same time leak a lot of information to you.

Sure enough, the woman sighed, her brows furrowed even tighter, she rummaged through the cabinet and found a mercury thermometer (thick and big compared to the unified standard in the 21st century), and shook it vigorously.Then she pushed Wendy back to the bed, clamped the thermometer under the girl's armpit, and wrapped it tightly with a blanket.In the end, she left the sentence "Lie down and don't move" and walked out of the room in a hurry.

This time the room door was not closed properly.

The noise outside the door became clearer. There were voices of many children, voices of adult women scolding, and footsteps of varying severity up and down.Wendy guessed that there must be a staircase not far from the door.

Suddenly I heard "Everyone go upstairs!", and then a series of footsteps were getting closer and closer. Gone, leaving only a few tender words:

"I heard Wendy is dying."

"Don't talk nonsense. I just saw Susan go to the kitchen. She told Mrs. Smith that Wendy was awake."

Wendy relaxed her body slightly.The amount of information is quite rich.At least a dozen children have just passed by. It seems that this is not a family anymore, but a place where children such as schools gather.Then, the woman just now is not the mother of the original owner, but a teacher, a caretaker, and her name is Susan.Susan also has a superior named Mrs. Smith.The only strange thing is that the original owner was dying of illness, but the original owner's parents did not show up. It seems that more information is needed.

While thinking about it, the silence outside the door has been restored.

After lying down for an unknown amount of time, the door was knocked open with a "bang".The tall and thin Ms. Susan came in with a tray.On the tray was a small glass of milk and a bowl of mush.

The lady put the food down, first pulled the thermometer out of the blanket, took a closer look, and sighed again.Wendy knew that she still had a low fever.

"Eat your dinner first."

Wendy was helped to sit up, wrapped in a scarf, and stuffed with a glass of milk.The milk is hot, and sugar is added. Apart from being a bit fishy, ​​the taste is better than the one I drank in my previous life.Wendy drank it all at once, and suddenly felt a heat in her abdomen, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on her back instantly.

And that bowl of gooey flavors wasn't quite as wonderful.This seems to be oatmeal, but there are still unrecognizable potato cubes and cabbage in it, neither salty nor bland.

Wendy ate mechanically while brewing emotions.Finally, a tear fell into the bowl.She raised her hazy tearful eyes and secretly cleared her throat.

"Susan..."

The mean-looking woman raised her brows and looked at Wendy in surprise, but there was a hint of warning in her eyes, revealing the obvious message "If you dare to complain about the food, I will definitely teach you a lesson".

"I just dreamed about my mother...why didn't my mother come to visit Wendy?" She then put on a confused and sad expression.

The expression on Susan's face obviously softened, she even touched the girl's head tenderly, and her words became a little incoherent: "They went to God...it's okay, everyone is the same...here It's your home...everything will be fine..." At the end, she became talking to herself, saying "everything will be fine" over and over again, as if stuck in some kind of memory Here, self-emphasized over and over again.

After a long time, she came back to her senses, regained her cold expression, and said in a deliberately orderly tone as if to maintain her dignity: "Finish your meal, don't waste food, Miss Carter. Then get a good night's sleep. "

Wendy lowered her head and silently carried out the order.She's already got the information she wants: the original owner's parents are dead (or have abandoned her if not dead), and it's an orphanage.The original owner's full name is Wendy Carter.Also, Ms. Susan also has some unspeakable secrets.

Wendy speculated that she was probably somewhere in England.Only temperate maritime climates are so humid in winter, and the most typical ones are the British Isles.Most importantly: Ms. Susan has a Cockney accent.This is also the reason why Wendy couldn't understand what she said at first, and now most Chinese schools teach American English.

The next thing to figure out is the era.Judging from the style of the desk lamp, it should be earlier than the 20s and later than the 70s (there was no widespread use of electric lights earlier, and it was not affordable for such poor orphanages).Do the suspicions focus on these 19 years? If the condition of this orphanage is lagging behind that of the outside world, it may also be pushed back.

Wendy thought about it slowly, and fell asleep again.

The author has something to say:

Suddenly, I firmly wanted to clean up Mrs. Cole.The young version is inexplicably cute.

It is set that the director of the orphanage at that time was Mrs. Smith, and Mrs. Cole was still doing odd jobs.

I originally wrote "lunch", but suddenly found that the poor at that time did not eat lunch, so I changed it to "dinner".