I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 444 London Loves Rain
Shortly after Xia Qingdai and Owen returned to their London mansion, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed outside the window, and a loud thunder fell to the ground with a "boom".

The sky darkened quickly, and the wind blew violently, making the windows rustle in a terrifying manner. Then heavy rain poured down, blurring the view from the window.

Connie, who was knitting a blanket in the living room, said with emotion, "Xia, you and cousin Owen came back just in time. If you were a step later, you would have been stopped by the thunderstorm on the road."

After that, she looked up at Owen curiously again: "Cousin Owen, I heard that the magic weapon you are riding today can fly in the sky. Is it true? If you fly in the sky, will you still get wet in the rain?"

Owen, who was sitting in front of the fireplace reading a book, didn't even raise his head when he heard this, and said casually: "Maybe, it didn't fly in the rain."

Connie then looked at Xia Qingdai, blinking her eyes and asked her: "Xia, what was it like to fly in the sky with your cousin Owen on the artifact?"

"It's not very comfortable. I have tinnitus, dizziness and pain." Xia Qingdai casually talked about her first experience of flying.

"Ah, is it so terrible?" Connie was surprised, and the jealousy she had felt because she couldn't ride on the flying vehicle slowly dissipated.

The room was quiet for a while, and Connie suddenly said, "I received a letter from the north. It was sent to me by Caroline. I don't think you can guess what's going on with her now."

Owen was indifferent to Connie's words and had no interest in continuing the conversation. It was Xia Qingdai who asked in cooperation, "How is she?"

"She's married, to an Irishman who's much older than she is, and she's pregnant."

"So fast?" Xia Qingdai was a little surprised. She always felt that Caroline's separation from her husband by her mother, Mrs. Irving, happened only yesterday. How come the next time she heard news about her, she was already a married woman?

Before, Xia Qingdai saw how picky old Mrs. Owen was about Caroline's choice of a spouse, so she thought that Caroline would have to wait at least two or three years to find one. She didn't expect that she would get married so quickly.

Is he really going to do anything to make his daughter give up and completely avoid that ordinary militiaman in the militia?
"Oh, what a pity. She married so far away in Ireland. I guess we won't have the chance to meet again in the future." Connie sighed.

"It's just Ireland, not too far." Xia Qingdai shrugged. She thought of Jane Austen's first love.

The two met in London last summer. After such a long time, Xia Qingdai only heard Jane mention it once, saying that she had received a letter from the other party, and she never heard Jane mention it again.

Xia Qingdai was not optimistic about Jane's first love, who eventually became a powerful judge. After all, the other party's criterion for choosing a spouse was a rich girl, and money was more important than love.

How could such a man be worthy of Jane? She didn't want to help.

If possible, Xia Qingdai would rather help the last man who appeared in Jane's life, the poor man who died on the way to propose marriage.

If he hadn't lost his life along the way, Jane might not have lived a lonely life in history.

Connie was still talking about Caroline with great interest, but Owen and Xia Qingdai just ignored her and didn't care much.

Although the two had lived under the same roof for several months, they did not have much friendship. Some people get along well with each other when they first meet, while some people can hardly become friends even if they have known each other for a lifetime. Xia Qingdai and Caroline belong to the latter.

"Oh my God, Xia, look, the man riding a bicycle in the wind and rain, is he Mr. Mozart?" Connie suddenly stood up while talking about the letter from Caroline, pointing out the window with a stunned expression. Hearing the word Mozart, Owen finally raised his head from the book, and at the same time as Xia Qingdai, he looked towards the window in the direction of Connie's finger.

In the midst of the storm, a crazy young man was indeed riding a bicycle and rushing towards here at high speed. Who else could that person be but Mozart?

Xia Qingdai murmured to herself, "Oh my god, Mozart didn't even look at the sky before he went out, did he?"

Owen commented calmly, "It seems that Mr. Mozart's astronomy class was taught by the shooting teacher."

Isn’t this equivalent to the modern Chinese language being “a joke taught by the physical education teacher”?

Xia Qingdai looked at Owen in surprise, wondering what Mozart had done to make him unhappy. One was a piano master and the other was a music master, they should have appreciated each other!

But at this moment, Xia Qingdai had no time to study Owen's psychology. Mozart rushed to the corridor in such a mess, like a drowned chicken. As the host, she should go to greet him.

So she put down the original French book in her hand, walked out of the hall and came to the entrance.

Although Owen was not welcome to Mozart's arrival, he still politely followed Xia Qingdai over.

Before Xia Qingdai could speak, Owen had already said in a cold and distant tone: "Welcome to my humble home, Mr. Mozart. I think only artists would be so unique as to ride a bike in such heavy rain to find inspiration? Your behavior is really impressive and I admire you."

Mozart, who never lost himself in internal friction, was oblivious to Owen's sarcasm. He greeted the two men with a laugh, then shouted at the servants to make sure they clean his precious bicycle thoroughly.

This bicycle was bought by Xia Qingdai from Hyundai and given to him. It is much better than the bicycles with rubber tires currently available in the London market.

Since he got the bicycle, Mozart lost interest in riding a horse.

On the one hand, raising horses is really expensive, and on the other hand, his horsemanship is not very good. Compared with sitting on the bumpy horseback, he prefers to ride a bicycle and go around London in style.

Owning a bicycle with rubber tires will definitely make you one of the coolest guys on the street, no less handsome than the rich guys riding in an open carriage.

When Mozart was taken away by the servant to take a bath and change clothes, Xia Qingdai tilted her head and looked at Owen in confusion and asked, "You don't seem to like Mr. Mozart very much."

Owen paused for a moment before replying, "He's the musician you sponsored. How could I not like him? You're worrying too much."

"Really?" Xia Qingdai looked at Owen's expression and felt a little unconvinced.

In fact, Mozart was not really crazy enough to deliberately ride his bike out on a rainy day. It was just that the storm came too quickly and he could not react in time and could not find a place to shelter from the rain.

He came here today because he had written another song and thought Xia Qingdai might like it, so he couldn't wait to come here.

But now that it has rained so hard, the song he wrote with a quill pen has naturally been blurred by the rain and can no longer be delivered. Fortunately, the song is in his mind, and he can sit at the piano and play it for his sponsor at any time.