HP Wendy's crossing running account

The next day, Wendy woke up very early.

The weather was unusually clear.The morning light sheds a faint golden brilliance.Wendy stood at the window overlooking the boxy backyard of the orphanage.Sheets and clothes were flying briskly on several drying racks.Two battered swings in the corner also glistened in the sun.On the other side, there is a neglected vegetable field of less than 10 square meters. A few unidentifiable plants, whether they are vegetable seedlings or weeds, stand tenaciously in the cool air to welcome the arrival of a new day.

There are no flowers or trees in the yard, but a beech outside the high wall stubbornly stretches its bare branches over the top of the wall.In the distance, a few crisp birdsong could be heard, but it was a species that Wendy couldn't distinguish.

What a lovely morning.

On both sides of the long corridor on the third floor are the children's rooms.There are quite a lot of rooms, for younger ones, several people share one room; for older ones, one person has one room.

It was still early, and only Wendy was alone in the empty hallway, silently.

There are two windows at both ends of the corridor, one of which pours in a large area of ​​sunlight, and the other end is east.Looking out from the east window, the glaring light is the roofs of the heavy small houses.The scenery to the west made Wendy a little dazed: a familiar building in the distance stands taller than the surrounding ones—Big Ben. 【1】

This orphanage is very close to downtown London.

The British Library was built in the 70s, so I'm afraid it has no fate.However, the age of the British Museum should be quite early.

When Wendy washed with ice-cold water, she could still feel a kind of joy that was different from restlessness.The feeling of tap water in the mouth is very strange. It is different from the warm and slightly sweet taste of the water in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is also different from the feeling of residual sulfur and disinfectant in the water in the north.The water here is cold and clean, with some sharp taste.

The first floor is already very lively.Laundry women and girls finished the first batch of work in the morning and were eating breakfast in the dining room chattering.On their plates were dry bread and oatmeal that appeared to have no addition.

The kitchen was filled with steam and the smell of food.While looking at the door, Wendy was grabbed by someone and slipped up by the collar.

The arrester was also an acquaintance.Susan had a straight face, but she couldn't hide her tired look as if she hadn't slept all night.When she found out it was Wendy, she was a little surprised, with a dull look in her eyes.

Instead, Wendy spoke first: "Good morning, Susan. I woke up and came down by myself."

Susan's eyes were focused again.Angrily, she carried Wendy into the restaurant, shouting as she walked, "Agatha! Agatha!"

"Yes! Yes." A slovenly brown-haired girl stood up from a table in a panic, turned over a plate, and the soup dripped all over the floor.

"You lazy girl! I knew it! You should be watching the children on the third floor! - Eat, eat, eat! You know how to eat!" Susan looked at Agatha standing still and still stuffed bread into her mouth desperately He looked so angry, "There are children sneaking down here, and you don't even know! Damn it!"

Agatha choked with fright, her eyes popped out, and she clutched her chest and beat desperately.It was Anna who was next to her with sharp eyes and quick hands, and poured her a glass of boiled water, which slowed her down.

Susan lowered her head and took a few deep breaths, her thin chest bulging.She glanced at Wendy—Wendy blinked innocently—and then turned her head to order: "Now! Go upstairs! Wake up the children and count the number! Quick!"

Agatha almost ran out of the restaurant as if fleeing, staggered and almost tripped when she went out.

Susan sighed and spoke again, this time her tone was gentle and exhausted: "Anna, could you please go and look at her? I never had any hope for that child's ability to work. Even Billy and Tom can easily fool her, let alone Jack and Charlie..."

The red-haired and blue-eyed woman wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, stood up nimbly, avoided the water stains on the ground, and walked out the door with a reassuring smile.

At this time, Wendy can only know that Jack and Charlie are two relatively big bear children, and Billy and Tom are two relatively young bear children.But she couldn't foresee that one of these names would be inextricably linked to her-she had more important things to do now.

"Susan, I'm hungry, can I have a bowl of oatmeal?" Tired of dark dishes with weird stuff.The anticipation in Wendy's eyes didn't need to be disguised at all.

"I'm afraid it won't work, child." Before Susan could answer, an old voice sounded behind her.This is an old lady with white hair, dressed in plain black clothes, with a stooped body.

"Mrs. Smith!" Susan exclaimed a little, and ran over to help her. "Why did you get out? You need to rest."

The old lady waved her hand and continued to say to Wendy: "It's not that I'm stingy about this food—although it's really difficult now—but more importantly: you need to eat the same food at the same time as everyone else. Otherwise, this It's unfair to other children." When he said this, the old man squinted his eyes, and the light inside seemed a little sharp.

Wendy lowered her head, a little disappointed and ashamed.But she immediately accepted the reality, and calmly raised her head to look at the old man: "I'm sorry, ma'am. I won't make such a request again. Well, you and Susan should have a good rest."

The old man smiled tiredly, held Susan's hand and walked slowly, leaving an old voice echoing between the stone walls: "You are a good boy, but we only have these rules left."

Susan, Anna, and the old lady were away while the children were having breakfast.The scene was a little wild.After eating early, Wendy ran to the "kindergarten room" on the second floor.

There was only Anna in the room, leaning lazily and gracefully on the open window sill.The morning light illuminated her side face transparently, and the cool wind blew her loose red hair.She was as motionless as a wax figure, exuding a sense of lifeless loneliness all over her body.

Wendy didn't expect to see Anna's appearance other than the standard smile, and she was at a loss for a while.She blinked, wondering if she should back out and knock first.

"Oh, it's little Wendy. It's so early." The corners of Anna's mouth returned to the most common angle.As she calmly tied up her braids, she stared at Wendy with cold blue eyes.

What a pair of... ruthless eyes.

"Good morning, Miss Anna. The weather is very nice today." Wendy raised her head lightly with brows and eyes, her thoughts relaxed, without fear or fear.

"Yeah, good weather." Anna seemed to look away casually, "What are you going to play today?"

"I am going to continue the endorsement today."

"..."

Wendy dragged a small stool from the side of the small table, picked the place with the best light in the room, then smiled and carried a book from the shelf, adjusted a most comfortable angle, and was ready to start reading.

"You surprised me, little Wendy." Anna whispered softly.

"Is there anything inappropriate for me?" Wendy also said softly, looking at her frankly.

"No, you're fine."

For a moment, Wendy felt Anna's smile spread to her eyes.

In the next two days, Wendy memorized all the books and flashcards in the house, and tried to tell Dennis fairy tales in her newly acquired spoken language.Although Dennis said that everyone has heard these stories a long time ago, everyone who has few entertainment activities obviously does not object to listening to Wendy's storytelling version again.

Then, she bluntly forgot the full names of the little boys No. [-] and No. [-] on the set board.So I successfully collected the list of all the students.

The kid who has been on the set board and has no part in any scenes is called Oliver Taylor. During the conversation, it can be found that this black-haired boy is very shy and his voice is very low.This is probably related to his broken teeth. It is a tragedy that his face cracks when he speaks. Of course, he also looks mediocre when he is quiet.

The little boy who "likes Firefighter so much" is called Thomas Cook, but "there is already a Tom in the orphanage, so I can only call Thomas." The little boy pouted when he said this, feeling very wronged Looks like: "Tom hates me, but I don't like him either. Billy says he's a 'glory' guy."

"It's 'gloomy', Thomas, you said the wrong thing again." [2] Dennis corrected me happily.

"Dennis, you learn from Billy!" Thomas hit the nail on the head.

Wendy pursed her lips and smiled, and asked, "What's wrong with Billy?"

"Oh, you don't know? Billy always said: 'Dennis, you fool, you said the wrong thing again, it should be XX.'" Thomas, who was almost three years old, learned to speak perfectly.

The kind and warm boy Dennis didn't think it was disobedient, but looked forward to it: "When we turn five years old, we can go to the next door and be with Billy again. I'm so happy." O(∩_∩)O ~~

Thomas was a little unhappy: "You are all gone, and I am the only one left."

"Ah, Thomas, you are fast too. Besides, there is Tom next door, aren't you afraid?"

Thomas was in a dilemma, and his small face was wrinkled into a bun, which made everyone laugh.

The second time Wendy heard about Tom, she didn't care.In contrast, she has a little more concept of the name "Billy".Obviously this is a kid king, both Dennis and Thomas depend on him.Wendy gave him a label of "befriending if conditions permit", and then... threw it to the back of her mind.

In contrast, Wendy is facing a more difficult problem: she has finished reading all the books she can read, and she has nothing to do.

Wendy, who has survived the language crisis, is no longer interested in fairy tale books, and her new goal is to transcribe the knowledge she still remembers in order to prevent forgetting.Now here comes the problem: she has neither a pen nor a notebook.

Maybe older children will have a book for practicing calligraphy, but it is not available to her now.Immediately into the "primary class"?Operability is too poor.

So Wendy was the last one to leave that day. Before leaving, she hid a few pieces of white paper for drawing and a colored pencil in her pocket.

Wendy didn't want to hide it from Anna at all, she just needed to avoid her friends in case they asked questions.

Seeing her stealing it, Anna blinked with a half-smile and said nothing.

Wendy patted her pocket and smiled crookedly at Anna.

At night, after Jessica and Emily fell asleep, Wendy took out the light yellow colored pencil, and began to silently write the periodic table of elements and the electronic layer arrangement on the paper, and then all the industrial chemical formulas she could think of , reaction conditions, precautions, chemical quantum theory... Soon, the front and back of the three sheets were filled.

I thought it was not much at first, but it turns out that once the switch of knowledge memory is turned on, Xueba's memory is like a torrential river.Wendy’s plan list also includes the details of the DNA structural model, the allosteric formula of 20 amino acids, the structural models and action principles of 17 common enzyme families, the molecular formula and action site of vitamin ABCDE, and the energy transfer chain of mitochondrial respiration Quadruple protein...

Mathematics and physics should be concise, but several integral formulas, matrix operations, statistical p-tests, Laplace equations, thermodynamic diffusion equations, and relativity formulas are also necessary.Ah, there are a few formulas of electricity and optics, I almost forgot.

On this day, Wendy went even further and secretly hid 5 blank papers and 2 pencils.

Seeing this, Anna just said, "Go to bed early."

Wendy nodded, now she thinks that Anna is really a good person in terms of keeping secrets.

The newly added 5 sheets of paper are just a drop in the bucket.

To make matters worse, the next day was February [-]th, a Sunday.

From Wendy's only experience, there is no class on Sunday.All the children were confined in the church for patriotic education activities.Wrong, wrong, it is love teaching love to God activities.Although last Sunday she was in the severe stage of passing through maladaptive disease and was anxious all day long, she was still drowsy by the voice of the old nun chanting the Bible dryly.

Yes, nun.This is the only nun in the orphanage, and she has been entrenched in the small church on the first floor for a long time.She was probably a holdover from the days of the monastery or the church orphanage, and her only function was to deliver the gospel of God to all members during the service.It's a pity that no one felt that she was closer to God than Dreamland.

When Wendy was brought to the chapel again, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, and began to recall the physical meaning and deformation of Laplace's equations in thermodynamics and electromagnetism respectively, but she was soon annoyed by the sound of chanting Confused, can no longer deduce it.

Simply throwing away this thing that had tortured her from her previous life, she began to think wildly:

Why didn't the person in charge, Mrs. Smith, show up for such an important event?Ah, as for Mrs. Smith, I only saw her once in the kitchen that morning. Where did she usually go?Are you recuperating?It seems that she is not in good health, but after all, she is too old, it is time to retire.

Who will be in charge after retirement?Susan, she already has a faint feeling of a custodian.The little boss Anna is very powerful, but her style of a hidden hermit is too capricious!Susan, you are a hard worker.

Huh, is it over?Why is it so fast today?Oh, look at the way those silly girls dressed up deliberately, today is St. Valentine's Day.I can't wait to go on a date.

Hey, wait, the staff are gone, what shall we do?

It's a beautiful day, it's a day of letting go.

Children big and small play games in the open space in the backyard.Swinging, playing football, squeezing mud, and activities such as "Who is the wooden man" took up almost all the heads.

Wendy, a pseudo-child, is very inappropriately thinking about Robinson's drawing paper.But when she saw the tightly locked door "2-4" in the corridor on the second floor, she had no choice but to give up this plan and prepare to go to the yard to bask in the sun.

It happened when Wendy walked to the stairwell.

Wendy suddenly felt a creepy sight, as if being stared at by a snake.

She became vigilant, this situation occasionally appeared in the past few days, it was the feeling of being watched by someone, but it was not as clear and dangerous as it is now.

Could it be that there are some boss-level characters hidden in this orphanage?

Wendy took a few steps back, nodded slightly, and glanced around vigilantly.

I saw a boy with black hair and black eyes coming down the stairs leading to the third floor.He was only half a head taller than Wendy, with a delicate face. Although he was a little baby fat, he could be seen as a handsome reserve.It's just that the frantic light in his eyes distorted his face a little.

Wendy was uncomfortable, the look made her feel like some kind of delicious food.

The handsome and eccentric little boy spoke:

"You are the same as me!"

Note [1]: Lambeth and Big Ben are far across the Thames River (I checked the map for a long time to confirm/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~), I am not sure how to get from the third floor of Wall Orphanage Can't see Big Ben, but I am the author, so I decided to see it. (I despise this unreasonable, drag it out and kill it~~)

Note [2]: glory is glorious. gloomy gloomy.

The author has something to say:

I'm actually not very comfortable with writing a long chapter.

However, since I swore to let the hero appear in this chapter, then he must appear in this chapter.