Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen

Just as the voices of Bicui and Mr. Mai faded away, the study was now completely silent.Bolai felt a little uneasy about the silence, so he turned around and pretended to browse the books on the shelf. "Ha!" Simon said casually, looking out the window, "One more pass." Bolai tried hard to understand the meaning of these words. "A pass?" "Don't you have several levels to pass this time? It's not easy. How on earth did you—want to go home?" It never occurred to him that anyone would ask him that question.This made him feel good about Simon.

"I don't know why. I suddenly feel that I belong to this place." He felt that he was justifying himself, so he added: "I mean, after traveling so many places, it's better to be at home." The room fell silent again.Bolai continued to read the books on the shelf.He hoped he wouldn't like the man in front of him.Things are bound to get more complicated. It was Bitui who broke the silence. "Too bad I forgot to pour water for that reporter. It's too late now. Let him find his own." "I think he'll go to Bell's," said Simon. "how do you know? "

"Our Lina used to go there." "Anyway, the sooner you let people know, the sooner you get over it." Bicui smiled at Bolai. "Let's go and see the horses. Beau, do you have any riding clothes?" "No decent one." Bo replied.He was grateful that Beatrice didn't call him Bert. "Come upstairs with me," said Simon, "and I'll find you a set." "Very good," said Beetui happily, "I'll call Ailian." "Would you like to use the children's room?" asked Simon, leading Beau up the stairs. "like very much."

"I thought you noticed those old wallpapers." "yes." "Do you remember the night we pretended Ivanho fought General Hervor?" "Can not remember." "Of course you won't remember." He had nothing to say and had to let the silence take the space again. He followed Simon into the room Simon had shared with Bert.The whole room looked nothing like it was once shared by two people. Instead, Simon's colors take over the room.Rather than a bedroom, it would be more appropriate to call it a living room.A bookshelf of books, rows of silver cups, several framed pictures of horses on the wall, a low table with a telephone next to the rocking chair.

Bolai walked to the window while Simon was looking for his riding clothes. He knew that he could see the stable from the window, but there was a clump of green trees blocking his view.Further afield is Carlisle Church.He thought: on Sunday he must be taken to church again.Simon used the word "one pass" for ulterior motives, right? Simon took a set of clothes and walked over from the closet. "I think this one will do," he said, throwing the suit on the bed. "I'll look for another shirt." He opened another drawer, and Bolai, a little bewildered, went back to the fireplace to inspect the row of silver cups on the shelf.These silver cups are all related to horses, some are small local competitions, and some are large competitions like Olympia.From the dates it seems unlikely that Bert should have known about all but one of them.The one exception was Simon's in the junior competition at the Burnnon Show the year before Burt's disappearance.

Seeing the small silver cup in Bolai's hand, Simon smiled and said, "Do you remember that I snatched this silver cup from you?" "Take it from me?" Bolai asked with some surprise. "If I didn't get a perfect score in the second round and knock you out of the final, this silver cup should be yours!" "Ah, that's right," Bolai had no choice but to respond casually, and started another topic: "You have been doing well since then!" "Not bad," Simon said, and went back to looking for the shirt. "But I will do better in the future." Although it was a casual sentence, it was full of confidence.

"Do you remember that thing hanging over your bed?" Simon asked casually again, pushing the drawer back. "You mean the pony?" Bolle asked. "Of course I remember. It's called Traverty. It's a pony carved out of oak by an Irish farmer." Turning his eyes from the mantelpiece, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Simon's expression in the mirror—an expression of horror, and he stopped pushing the drawer, as if he suddenly heard the phone ring.After a while, he resumed the action of pushing the drawer. Simon turned to face Bolai and slowly put his shirt on his left hand. "I think you should be able to wear these." He took the shirt from his left hand with his right hand and handed it to Bo Lai, but he never left Bo Lai's face.Now his expression is no longer shocked, it's just empty and lifeless, as if his spirit has come out of his body.Bolai felt that he seemed to be planning something in his heart.

Bo came to take the shirt, and picked up the other clothes on the bed, thanked him, and went out. "Come down as soon as you change." Simon said to him, his eyes still blank. "We'll wait for you." Bolai took the clothes and walked to his room, now it was his turn to be shocked.It turned out that Simon didn't expect him to know this.Simon wholeheartedly thought he wouldn't know about the Trojan horse.When he found out that Bo Lai actually knew about it, he couldn't hide his surprise. What does that mean? It just means one thing—Simon doesn't believe that Bore is Bert.

Bolai closed the door of his own room, leaned against the door and thought for a while, the clothes in his hands slipped to the floor unconsciously. He couldn't fool Simon.His behavior when toasting him was all fake. It was as if he had been stabbed in the heart. Why was Simon pretending? Why didn't he just say "Don't lie to me, you're not Bert at all"? This was what Lina had told him. Until the last moment, the family was unsure of what Simon would do about Bert's return home.After seeing Simon's warm welcome to Bolai, they were finally relieved. Why did he welcome him? Was he setting a trap on purpose? But he didn't know until the last moment that Bray really wasn't Burt's.

The moment Simon saw him, it was immediately clear that he was not his brother Bert.But why should he——? Bo Lai bent down to pick up his clothes, then straightened up quickly.He remembered—the sudden relief on Simon's face when he first saw him. That was it! Simon was afraid he was Bert! He must have been dying to hug him when he found out he wasn't Bert. But that still doesn't explain his seemingly conditional surrender. Maybe it was just a delaying tactic.Maybe he's planning a more dramatic sequel.Maybe he'll wait for a more public opportunity to expose the truth. If this is the case, there are many things that surprise Simon.

"Just follow this size, so you don't have to make a tailor-made one." "These breeches are not from Walter's shop, they are from Gorland's. Walter can't make a good pair of breeches in his life." Simon said lazily. Bicui's eyes sized Bo Lai from bottom to top, lingered on his face for a while, and then said: " Let's go and watch the horses go. " But it's not chess.Bolai said to himself.It's not chess, it's poker. "Let's look at the stables first in the afternoon." Bitui said, "After afternoon tea, let's go to see those mares." She held Bolai in one arm and Simon in the other, and just like that, the three of them walked towards the stable like good friends. Eileen and the two twin sisters followed. "Grey has been waiting to see you for a long time." She said to Bo: "Of course you can't tell from the outside. But you have to know how excited he is inside." ' 'Where's old Mister Mumble? "Retired early." Aunt Bitui had other things on her mind.Why is this kid Bolai still so nervous? It is said that his difficult days are over, but why can't he relax? Her fingers are pinching his arm, which Bolai has never felt before. He once again felt the feeling when Bicui held his arm and walked to accept Mr. Mai's interview. But as soon as he saw the stables, he didn't care about anything. He had only seen the scene of the stables in paintings, and he thought it would be fun for children to see, but he didn't expect that everything in front of him was really like a picture.Seeing this scene made him feel like a dream. The small house on the left side of the square is a saddle house.Gray works there.Gray looked young, about fifty, but there was nothing wrong with saying he was thirty-five. He took two steps forward to meet them, which was his way of showing politeness, and stopped after taking two steps to show that he was at his place to meet them.As Beicui introduced them, his blue eyes scrutinized Bolai, but his posture remained polite.He shook Bolai's hand heavily. "I heard that you were with horses in America." He said. "It's just a western horse," Bolai replied. Gray looked over Beau and looked at Elaine and said, "Miss Elaine, do you see anyone else in this saddle room?" "Tony!" Elaine yelled, "Tony, what are you doing here?" "I'm here to practice riding." Tony said timidly.His eyes followed the crowd like a lizard. "But today is not the day for you to practice riding!" "Isn't it? I thought so." "You know full well that Tuesday is not your riding practice day." "I thought it was Wednesday." "You little liar," said Eileen without the slightest interest, "you know it's not Wednesday. You just saw me driving a stranger back, and you just wanted to come over and see who this person is. " "Okay, Eileen," Bitui called softly, as if telling her not to be so aggressive. "You don't know him," said Eileen, "he's curious about everything, and knows nothing but meddling in other things." "If you let him ride today, don't you leave him alone tomorrow?" Simon said, looking at the child with disgust. "He can't do what he likes," replied Eileen, "and I told him, too, that I wouldn't take him riding if he wore such clothes. Tony, did you hear that? I told you to wear boots. " Tony's eyes turned from a lizard to a wretch: "My dad can't afford riding boots!" "What do you mean? Your father earns tens of thousands a year, and he doesn't have to pay taxes!" Ailian interrupted him. "If you teach him today, Lian'er," Bitui said, "you will have time to help me tomorrow. I think there will be many people coming to see Bolai tomorrow." Seeing that Ailian hesitated, she added : "Anyway, he's already here, let's get rid of him." "Anyway, if you ask him to come tomorrow, he will still wear these Indian shoes." Simon also answered. "Indians wear horses like this." Tony justified himself, "They also ride very well." "I don't think your father will be happy to see you dressed like this, you better put on my riding boots and come back. And if I let you ride this afternoon, don't think you can do it next time!" "Come on, Eileen." "Next time if you don't come at the stipulated time, you still have to go back obediently, don't even think about having a horse to ride." "Understood, Teacher Ailian." At this moment, Tony changed back into a lizard. "Okay, go and have Arthur saddle up Spud for you." "Yes, Teacher Ailian." "Don't just say thank you, you have to watch from the sidelines." Ailian said while watching him walk away. "Why does he have a helmet on his head?" asked Simon. "He said it himself, saying that his skull is so fragile that he had to wear a helmet to protect it. I don't know where such a small helmet came from, maybe it was from a circus? I'm glad he didn't With feathers and a headband on, the little guy's got Indians on his mind." "Just wait and see, he'll wear it someday." "I think I have to go and saddle my 'Buster'. I'm sorry, Bolai, I'm sorry." Saying this, Aileen smiled at Bolai: "Actually, he's not bad in a fancy dress. At least he rides The horse feels a bit fresh, and it is too boring to stay in the stable all day. Bo, you don’t need so many people to accompany you, do you? After afternoon tea, I will accompany you to the racetrack.”