Qunhua's rewrite

Miss Adela Quested left with heavy heart and disappointment. Actually, till now she still did not know what she should do in the following future. However, left India, left the situation, left all rumour. Except England, she had no any place to go and hide. In her mind, there was nothing at all.

After this event, Dr. Aziz H. Ahmed had lost his everything- job, honor, reputation. He lived in seclusion in the hamlet, all as it was like a dream. He lost all of his. Aziz could not acceptable such a reality, but he did not have the ability to change all. In the whole episode, Dr Aziz’s calls and protests were all futile, nobody trusted him. Without a lawyer willing to defend him, the sovereign state judge denied his entire defense. Miss Adela walked. As a result, he lack any spark of life in this small village, living separately from the earthly world, living day by day aimlessly. 

Ship has sailed out of port. At this time, Miss Adela still stood on the parapet. She was looking at the distant place boundless sea. At the moment of boarding, those words said by that mystical old witch still ringing in her mind. Aimlessly and staring blank at sea, despite the gusty winds, and the whipping of the wave against the hull, not only of splashes of water droplets felt on the skirt of Miss Adela, it also splashed on the prettier and yet expressionless face of hers, that pair of eyes just stared on blankly, without movement. And when you followed her the line of sight, except the boundless sea, still the boundless sea, it was only the boundless ocean….

Captain Marlowe, stepped onto the deck, this time the weather already started to become dark, sunset was as it laying over the ship, like a piece of red clothing shadowing the entire deck. Even those they occasion when the guest rush hurriedly to cabin to rest, the sea breeze was not readily gentle and the wind was howling unscrupulously after the ship had left port.

For Captain Marlowe, this is also his new trip. Comparing with his old life, he still was full of uncertain and curious. At this moment, in such a setting sun, he felt it was very similar with the days of wandering on the Congo River. When he followed the setting sun afterglow saw a woman who stood at the deck and left unsheltered from the gusty wind, her clothing was as it dancing in the air in the sea breeze, as it was a status standing and looking at a faraway place. Words were not spoken, Captain Marlowe had the thought returned to him in such sunset glow to loaf in Congo River's day, and the story began, however, it would be a brand-new story.

The pitiful Dr. Aziz, before returned to India was working as a doctor in a hospital China's British Concession in Shanghai city. Over there, he had gone through the most important stage in his life. He had the glory and honor to serve for the suzerain national. Although he was an Indian, in the Chinese Shanghai's British Concession, he still enjoyed the unprecedented emotion and the respect. He had therefore he has such good impression of the British gentlemen and ladies.

Shanghai, this Chinese liveliest metropolis, in Huangpu River's pride of the morning and the evening drumbeat and sets sail to the port was the busiest port of call from ships of various countries, where the full load of China’s product, the pure gold and silver, countless treasure and where the cheap labors were located. In addition, it also carried the full load of foreign country’s opium and abundance of arms and weapons. Although Qing Dynasty's emperor's clans were ruling this country, but because of 1840 Opium war, that unfair “Treaty of Nanjing” Shanghai had been forced become an open port different from the rest of cities. Great Britain ran amuck here, occupied in a big way in this renting space, and moved this British native place and colonized the habitants and continuous one after the other. In this colony, the English architectural complex, and English life style as well as British type f management emergency in Shanghai Chinese society. Dr. Aziz who completed his medical studies in England was dispatched to work as a doctor in Shanghai.

Aziz was born Indian, he had a handsome nigger-brown clean-shave and friendly smile on this face. Well educational background, he was also well-mannered. He was also always that meticulous. In his neat office, he received all patient s from all walks of life. He always filled with concern and compassion. And because of his indisposition, he had also influenced those short  temper and arrogant British colonized official and their wives to become their mannerism and become gentle as well. Dr Aziz, serves conscientiously for the colonized state and served the people and citizens in that country. In his normal life, he led a simple lifestyle. Apart from work in hospital, he stayed in an area not too gloomy and passed through some back alleys. Passing through the lane was the avenue through a white iron gate's girls’ school, next door was the first place which he worked. Every day he passed through the alley, arrived at the hospital after the school to work, then the line returns back and fro daily. In this Shanghai foreign settlement's life, Aziz live a pleasant and yet fruitful style and time passed by.

Early spring in Shanghai was full of rain the smooth flagstone's alley was also always moistened by the spring rain given birth to the green bryophyte which made the walk extremely slippery. It was difficult to maintain composure in such road gentry.

A morning under the drizzle, Aziz was on the way to office. Creak, the Iron Gate on the alley was rusted away due to moisture. During open and closing would exuded the grating sound, supporting a decadent oiled paper umbrella's Aziz lifted his head to look, on the ground appeared a girl who wore a cream-colored flower bud silk long blouse, who dashed out from the iron gate. In the drizzle, she did not an umbrella, did not know any reason why, Although Aziz walk quicken his footsteps to catch up with her, perhaps was out of curiousity. He had passed by this lane many times and had not seen this lady. He maintained stemming from one kind of gentleman's politeness a moderate distance. From the rear surface, he may look that this is European blood relationship Caucasian young lady. Brown curl neat domain in top of the head. Under the cream-colored long skirt was a pair of black tip leather shoes. Dashed by quickly, the young lady was slipped by and Aziz was there to hold on to her. He could not believe his sight and frozen by the moment. Suddenly, Aziz became the center of attention. Sweet and gentle voice heard.

“Thank you, Mr.”

“I have not seen you before, do you live here？”Aziz asked the young lady.

“Yes, I followed my parents from Britain for the weekend. Just moved in.”

Shanghai's spring is really hazy; I had not thought that I met you in such awkward manner. Thank God, and fortunate to have met you”

The young lady smiled faintly bashfully, expressed her meaning of gratitude, thanking Aziz for the help.

“My pleasure!  How do I address you?” Asked Aziz.

“Adela Simpson, nice knowing you. I am Aziz worked in hospital near to the school on the main road. I studied medicine in the London Medical School”.

The short acquaintance let Aziz full of admiration and respect for this British virtuous young woman. This amiable noble young lady almost captivated Aziz as it like a spring breeze. All the arrogance of the impolite British gentlemen and ladies he received in hospital suddenly vanished completely into thin air.

For Miss Adela, she had long forgotten about the morning's encounter. Nevertheless, the following morning she chanced upon Aziz and gave her a graceful smile and amiable conversation with him. Each time, this would let Aziz’s mind ripple with joy before going to work. Since the fateful encounter on the raining morning, Aziz had as if already forgotten rain cold Shanghai the early spring once let him feel annoyed and worried. He once fondly remembered the dry Europe continent. His heart started to bear hope somewhat with Miss Adela after her chance meeting. An inexplicable courage was to encourage this young Indian gentleman. Silently, he started to watch the pretty neighbor. He found that every weekend afternoon, she will be playing piano in the attic of the living room. Because of this discovery, he began a weekend new action which was out of the house and walking in the alley in afternoon of weekend.

On one weekend’s afternoon, the lazy sunlight splashed on the alley smooth surface, shone upon the irregular shadow, Aziz had welcomed his first summer in here in Shanghai. Since his chance encounter with Miss Adela, Aziz already started to like coming out on weekend's afternoon, Miss Adela at that time would be playing here string piano in her family hall and Aziz could see and hear from far. And if lucky, Miss Adela could walk to the window and sometime could glimpse at him, gave him a graceful smile. That was the best gift for him. Hence, Aziz always left house punctual, took a stroll on the alley, heard the sound of musical and mesmerized in the world of his own.

This type of afternoon meeting lasted a while. Finally, like usual, Aziz left house to stroll on the alley, unfortunate, he did not hear the sound of music from the instrument. But what Aziz saw was a car from a noble family parked at the frontage of her house. The driver had a black top hat, sitting in a upright position and stern look, as it was worried about anyone coming near to the carriage. To this curious young Indian man who walked pass, the driver stared at him vigilantly as he walked by. In the garret living room, Ise could hear their wives’ laughter and the gentlemen exchanging greetings.

 Where is Miss Adela? What happen? Why there was such carriage parked outside her house? Without the sounds of Adela’s playing piano, without normal feeling, this weekend afternoon were unusual. With a look of dismay and series of unanswered questions, Aziz were disappointed and returned to his simple dwelling place, feeling sad and somewhat sad and feeling sorry.

After a sleepless night, the following day morning, Aziz chanced upon Miss Adela having a chat with her father. The proud-looking father use the same look of the carriage driver stared at him. Miss Adela smile was somewhat suppressed, and no greeting. Her sensitive father made few coughs as it to hint this young of the manner. Aziz should not have star into an unmarried British noble young lady face. Aziz, with head bow, moved away from their side quietly.

Over hearing her father warned Miss Adela “stay away from this Indian chap far away, do not let him tarnish your fame and integrity. Besides, you and Jude Chief Justice’s son already engaged, you must conduct yourself” Her father voice tone was stern. Miss Adela did not reply but kept her silence.

Henceforth, Miss Adela smile was ice-cold. There were no spoken words between them, and behaved like stranger. Aziz would anticipate and wanting to start a conversation with Miss Adela but hesitated. Aziz would bow his head and moved away quietly.

Because of the British noble’s arrogance, it strangled and killed the love between Aziz and Miss Adela. At last, Aziz kept the sweet memorable chanced encounter on the narrow alley in his heart. The noble smile, humble spoken language and graceful manner are all kept in his heart and memories.

(the screen had alread back India, that samll village whereAziz were living place.)

 The dry and hot Ganges river plain, the remote village was not peaceful, kids running around nosily. Aziz opened his eyes after a long lasted sleep, he was as it returned to the dream world – a story in his life and became theme in his dreamland.

Captain Marlowe's story has not ended although the story in Congo River's story might have ended. However, in this new steamship’s story would continue, the setting sun afterglow sprinkles in Captain Marlowe in that two inch deep dimple-face.

He looked at still the statue to close right up against broad sides of Miss Adela, but Miss Adela actually was only looking at the distant place, the ear bank was also reverberating that mystical old person's incantation prediction and the urge! The weather has been darkened, the sea breeze was fiercer, the ocean waves were even more anxious, the story must continue, would be similar to the river boat which this was unable to anchor, welcomes the storm to sail to another piece of sea.