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Chapter 141 Obituaries
early morning.

Dale mansion.

Phyllis Dale turned over in his sleep, and suddenly felt his nose itchy, as if there was hot air spraying on the tip of his nose,

Without thinking much, she stretched out her hand and waved it in front of her eyes, swatting away the pesky flies.

Strangely, that feeling didn't go away,

There was even an inexplicable "burning sensation", as if someone was watching him,
stare--

Sight is like a knife.

Suddenly, Phyllis opened his eyes.

I saw my younger sister Zena Dell lying on the edge of the bed, her big eyes were flickering, as if she was studying some strange things, her eyes were sparkling.

Phyllis: "Scared!!!!"

The whole person bounced off the bed.

Zena quickly covered her sister's mouth with her right hand, and made a silence gesture with her left hand,

"Shh~"

Phyllis took a few deep breaths.

Zena said, "No more calls?"

Phyllis nodded.

Only then did Zena let go of her hand covering her sister's mouth, then jumped nimbly and got into bed.

two cats together,
The bed made a "squeaking" sound.

Phyllis asked in a low voice, "What are you doing? You came to my bed early in the morning..."

Zena hugged her sister's arm, buried her in the other's chest, took a deep breath, took a full breath, and then said: "Sister, you slept so soundly, you didn't even notice the chaos last night ?"

Phyllis shook her head pitifully,

"do not know."

Zena rolled her eyes at her sister.
"stupid!"

Phyllis was dissatisfied, and rewarded the old girl with a chestnut, and then said: "It's not that you don't know, I was very busy yesterday, and the schedule was full. I sold newspapers in the morning, worked as a waiter, and performed a performance of "Rome" in the afternoon. "Holiday", and I packed my luggage for Rome at night. I was half dead tired, so of course I fell asleep~"

As she spoke, she pointed to the foot of the bed.

Zena looked away,

"You haven't packed it well, the stockings are still exposed... um...! @#￥%..."

The following words became garbled characters.

Because Phyllis covered his sister's mouth and warned: "You girl! How many times have I told you, girls should be reserved! Don't say anything about stockings!"

Zena: "!@#*￥%..."

Phyllis asked: "Do you understand? Talk!"

Zena: "!@#*￥%..."

Only then did Phyllis remember that she was still covering her sister's mouth, so she quickly let go.

Once Zena was liberated, she arched her sister's chest with her head, and then complained: "You sell newspapers and work as a waiter yourself, how dare you teach me to be reserved?"

Phyllis glared at her sister,
"For acting!"

After finishing speaking, she didn't want to say more on this issue, so she changed the subject and said, "You just said that last night there was chaos? What's the matter?"

She was in such a deep sleep that she really didn't know.

Zena whispered: "Just in the early hours of yesterday, the Queen's Guards were dispatched in full force. There was a curfew in London!"

There is a curfew! ?
The citizens of London have probably not enjoyed such treatment in hundreds of years.

Phyllis frowned,
"Which country is calling?"

Zena shook her head,
"Then I don't know. However, the politicians portrayed in "Yes! Prime Minister" are all stupid. I think it will be a matter of time before Britain is beaten."

Phyllis shot like lightning, and gave his sister another blow,
"That's sarcasm! Do you really believe it?"

Zena nodded,

"I know that "Yes! Prime Minister" is fake. The army and navy of the British Empire are invincible~ We are the only ones who fight others. How can anyone beat us? I just said that casually, you Do you really believe it?"

While saying that, Zena blinked mischievously.

Phyllis almost vomited blood from anger,

thump—

She gave her sister another scoop.

While rubbing her forehead, Zena muttered dissatisfiedly: "If you can't say it, I will hit me, right?"

Phyllis proud,
"Who calls me sister~"

She smiled, blew her sister's forehead gently, and then asked: "Is there really a curfew yesterday? Are you lying to me? Ever since you went to a girls' school, you have been weird every day. I don't know which sentence is true or which. The sentence is false."

Zena rubbed her cheek against her sister and said seriously, "It's true."

Phyllis frowned,
Be puzzled.

At this time, Mr. Dale's voice came from outside: "Zena!? Phyllis!? Come out for breakfast!"

Phyllis hurriedly got out of bed and started packing her unfinished luggage yesterday.
It must be done before breakfast.

Zena said: "Sister, don't mess with it. There was a curfew yesterday. I don't know what happened. Maybe there is no boat to the Mediterranean today."

"Ah this..."

Phyllis was a little confused and froze.

After a long time, she nodded,

"You're right, let's eat first."

The sisters left the room hand in hand.

During this period of time, the weather in London has been quite good, with occasional rain, and it is also a drizzle, which will soon be dispelled by the bright sun.
But today I don't know what happened, it was very cloudy,

It was so cloudy but it didn't rain, it just created a sense of depression that "black clouds overwhelm the city and want to destroy it".

At the dinner table Mr Dale was frowning at The Times,
His expression was unusually serious.

Phyllis stepped forward,
"Father, it's so dark, why don't you turn on the light?"

With that, she lit the gas lamp.

Mr. Dale looked confused and looked up blankly,

"What? Turn on... turn on the light?"

Phyllis sighed, "It's already opened."

Mr. Dale gave an "oh" as if he had just woken up from a dream, then lowered his head and continued to read the newspaper in his hand, and he was about to lie down on it, as if the newspaper was the south pole of the magnet, and his eyes were the north pole of the magnet.

Phyllis and Zena looked at each other,
The lips of the two moved slightly, communicating silently with mouth shapes,

"what happened?"

"do not know."

Mr. Dale has always been concerned about the performance of his two daughters, and the word "acting" is an eternal topic at the breakfast table in their family.

In the past, Mr. Dale must have asked, "Is your luggage ready for Rome?"

Today is so abnormal,
What's going on here?
Phyllis got up, walked carefully behind his father,

Next second,
"what!?"

She covered her lips in horror.

Mr. Dale turned his head and saw his eldest daughter standing behind him. He couldn't help but sighed, and said, "Go to the theater and ask if this trip will be cancelled."

Phyllis still couldn't get away from the shocking fact,

The citizens of London in the Victorian era should have difficulty breaking away from this shock.

Just like the name of Great Britain——

The sun never sets.

Queen Victoria seems to have become a symbol, a spiritual totem,
Everyone knew that the queen would grow old and die, but no one thought about it until it happened.

Phyllis stuttered,
"She... the queen... died of illness?"

On the other side, Zena also stood up abruptly, walked around behind her father,
She also saw the obituary in The Times:
-

Queen Victoria died on 1901 March 3 at Osborne Palace on the Isle of Wight at the age of 29.Queen Victoria was a woman of extraordinary talent, a great monarch,

She respected parliament and had several capable prime ministers as assistants. Therefore, during her 63-year rule, British industry developed unprecedentedly, expanded its overseas influence, achieved a monopoly in world trade and industry, and brought great success to Britain. Prosperity,
She is a symbol of British peace and prosperity.

The "Victorian Era" is the "Golden Age" of Britain.
This era will continue.

-

The cold words clearly show this fact.

The father and daughter couldn't help being silent.

After a while, Phyllis picked up the bread on the table, held it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Father, I'm going to the theater right now."

Mr. Dale waved his hand, the movement seemed a little weak.

Phyllis winked at Zena, pushed the door open and walked out.

Perhaps because of the curfew, there are almost no people on the street,
Occasionally passers-by pass by, but they also look preoccupied and hurried.

The atmosphere was terribly oppressive.

Phyllis got into the carriage with difficulty,

Along the way, there were still very few pedestrians. It was not until the Covent Abbey and the fruit market adjacent to the Royal Opera House that the voices of people gradually came from the curtains of the car.

The cries of newsboys sounded at the right time:

"The Times! The Daily Telegraph! The Manchester Guardian! The Mirror! Buy The Mirror! The Mirror! The Mirror!"

Phyllis was stunned,
The Mirror,
A name she had never heard.

She opened the car curtains, waved to the newsboy, and said, "Hello, can you give me a copy of the Mirror?"

The newsboy immediately grinned when he saw the beautiful young lady being so polite to him.

He stepped forward quickly,
"Here you are, threepence."

This price is neither cheap nor expensive among many newspapers.

Phyllis took the newspaper, and then saw the obituary in "Mirror",

However, the length of this article is far more than ten times longer than that of The Times. It is almost like a long biography of a person.

Out of curiosity, Phyllis began to read,
"

'June 1837, 6, the coronation of the King of England took place on that day. '

'For millions of people across the UK, the concluding conferral was the most moving moment: the archbishop placed the 2868-diamond, over 1kg Crown of the British Empire on Alexandrina Victoria's dainty, slender body. On the head, in front of everyone watching, it was announced that she was Queen Victoria. '

"

For a moment, Phyllis' heart was gripped.

The Crown of the British Empire with 2868 diamonds and weighing more than 1 kilogram,
Elegant and slender head,

The two are in stark contrast.

Phyllis couldn't help muttering to himself: "It's really well written..."

……

"It's really well written..."

"Whoo~"

Churchill let out a long breath, and at the same time swept aside the "Times" and "Daily Telegraph" on his left.

Even though he is used to reading with three distractions, but facing the obituary in "Mirror", he feels that he should show sincerity and read it with a certain sense of piety.

The writing skills of the author of this article are very solid,
Just this beginning alone throws out the obituaries of other newspapers on Shibajie Street.

Churchill asked: "Professor Lu's handwriting?"

Opposite him, Wodehouse shook his head.
"No, I don't know either."

He just knew that the Queen was seriously ill, and the Mirror would use this as an opportunity to publish,
But the specific content, he does not know.

Churchill nodded and said, "It's journalism after all. How do you explain the word 'news'? We must pay attention to effectiveness...Professor Lu runs a newspaper, it is impossible to tell you everything in advance, that is too unrealistic gone."

After speaking, his attention returned to the obituary,
"

'However, according to insiders, the queen was most emotional during the previous anointing session. '

'Victoria stripped of her jewels and was anointed like a medieval monarch: a sign that she was Queen not only because of her noble blood, but because of her acceptance of God's will. '

'The ceremony reminds the anointed that the throne implies a sacred and eternal responsibility.The queen will never forget this. '

"

No need to think about who this "informed person" is,
Because it is impossible for such a real person to exist.

Churchill said, "Sir, do you know what I can't resist doing as I read this obituary?"

Wodehouse curious,

"pray?"

Churchill shook his head,
"No, how could it be prayer? When a politician really needs prayer, then he must need a self-killing pistol more."

This is a black humor.

Wodehouse sighed,

"I hope I never need that pistol. Now, tell me, what will you do?"

Churchill said: "I would imagine that a little girl, at an age when she doesn't understand anything, is about to be anointed, wear a crown, and lead the people of a country. Will she panic in her heart? Will she be afraid?"

Wodehouse was lost in thought.

It's quiet in the office,
"..."

"..."

"..."

Neither of them wanted to speak.

Churchill scanned the obituary line by line and read at the same time:

"

'The figure of the Queen has worked tirelessly, traveling all over the UK and beyond. '

'She received bouquets, watched tribal dances, cut ribbons on buildings, took part in the launching of ships, waved to crowds - small social events that add up to thousands of times, and the monarchy is ingrained in the hearts of the people. '

'This was rare in the 19th century and even rarer in the 20th century. '

"

Wodehouse said: "Other articles are cold, as if the Queen is some god. Only this article is shaping a growing woman."

Churchill nodded slowly,
"That's why I said, this article will make me imagine."

He finally read to the end, put the Mirror aside, and closed his eyes.

After a long time, he said, "This is written by Professor Lu."

Wodehouse was puzzled,

"How did you know?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the newspaper, looking for it carefully.

Like other newspapers, every article in "Mirror" will be followed by the author's name, such as "our reporter XXX", or some pen names with special meaning,
Only the headlines,

An obituary is like an article that pops out of nowhere, has no attribution, it's just printed there.

Churchill chuckled,
"Who else do you think?"

Wodehouse stopper,

To be honest, he couldn't think of anyone else.

In this world, it seems that only Lu Shi has this kind of sensibility, even an obituary can write a flower, directly hitting people's souls,
British people who read this obituary will miss Queen Victoria.

Churchill said: "Professor Lu can always do what ordinary people can't do and think what ordinary people can't think. If I were to write an obituary, I would definitely write dryly like "The Times" and "Daily Telegraph" right?"

His eyes swept over the end of the article:
On that day in 1837, young Victoria was given a sacred duty:

Keep Britain.

In the following decades, the country was diversified, open, and its status rose, reaching its peak in history.
And it was Queen Victoria who made it all happen.

-

The corner of Churchill's mouth raised an arc,
"After reading this article, even my hard-hearted heart can't help but miss the Queen."

(End of this chapter)