The Notes From the Grey Tower (暂定）
Chapter One

I sniveled (改) and asked Edgar, “Do you think he heard me comment him an old folk the other day?”
The following few months Ademund’s attention was specifically onto me (改). He was the professor, and the first name he call would be Alan Caster, and he would correct my assignments with the upmost explicit accuracy. I would be called up to answer all kinds of questions if I doze off in class.
I feebly told Edgar, “I don’t think I stand a chance to go after him.”
Edgar’s face turned pale again, “Stop joking!”
We skipped class drinking afternoon tea on the coffee shop terrace by the Cambridge river. “I think my dear babe Andemund hates me because I called him an old folk last time. Oh dear, you do not understand love at first sight. My heart is broken.”
Edgar was serious, “Homosexuality is illegal.”
Edgar was a serious man, a little stiff with people, slightly taller than me, with maroon curls and typical Greek nose, and very well-liked among girls. We met at the bank of Cambridge river. I model for him for free, and he take my attendances for classes.
I flirted with the plaid, mini-skirted waitress that served coffee while he drew; I laid on the lawn reading while he drew; I talk all kinds of nonsense about Andemund while he still drew. Until know I still do not understand why a scrupulous person like him could hang with me and become great friends.
At the time I thought I was just having fling about Andemund, and neither did Edgar took it seriously. Averagely, I went after a different woman per week, only this time was a man.
I was lolling on the white lounge chaise, blanketed by an old coat. I lazily squinted my eyes against the sun and suddenly saw Andemund’s face, which sacred the hell out of me.
It was spring but he was still wearing a light grey coat and holding a black leather notebook as usual. He heard every single of my words, leaned down and looked to me smiley, “Alan, homosexuality is indeed forbidden by our country’s law.”

He gave me a paper from his notebook and asked me to follow him. I dispiritedly walked behind him, and saw the beautiful and sensual lines of his neck showing from his coat collar. I trotted in front of him and stopped him, “I’m serious, Professor, I fancy you.” (哈特别用英式说法）
He smiled in a noncommittal way, walked passed me, opened the office door with a bronze key, and left me outside while he went hi to make a phone call. I couldn’t hear him clearly.
“.......parents were genius ex-code-breaker....though it was easy, but it took only one look to decode, so I plan on to let him try no. thirteen. I know the rules.(改)”
He hung up and called me inside. I thought it to be my absence punishment, but all he asked is to look at the slips in his hands. Earlier I was busy looking at him, not until now did I realize there were unintelligible squares and circles, stars and moons all over the slips. Blue inked shapes were drawn on the entire paper. “Alan,” Andemund had me sat down, “if you are indeed unwilling to write the analysis about Gödel theorem, you can try helping me solve this code. This is a murder that happened in London and the criminal send this to the newspaper. My friend is in the Scotland yard, and he gave me the job since he knows I study cryptography.”
He rang to bell for coffee, and gave me a smile, “I couldn’t decrypt it, and I thought maybe you could give it a try.”

等下次有闲再努力第二章：）

@Rubioisis
用词不是很准确，另外句式还是高中生作文的感觉，稍显乏味。建议楼主下笔再大胆些。

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