The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

There was no occlusion of dense buildings, the sunlight spread from the west, and the blushing skylight turned the oil of a creased face of Old Mel bright red. ? ★ ★ Bayi Chinese ● Net. ww.81ｚw.com?

Old Mel gritted his teeth, knocked on his lower back, and grunted. A fat boy sat by the fence and said mercilessly, "You are old!"

"You don't need to remind me of this!" Old Mel glared at his grandson, "have you finished your homework! Be careful your mother taught you!"

The fat boy rolled his eyes, "Isn't there another day! I'll go to Nathan's house tomorrow."

"Humph!" Old Mel continued to bend down after moving a little. Although he has his own grocery store and no longer needs farming, his decades of lifestyle still give him the habit of growing small vegetables on his own. He is now harvesting his own dinner, "Do n’t think I do n’t know if you are What to do! In the morning, their family will go to church. You two can do whatever you want! "

The fat boy didn't care about being seen through, and pointed to the front, "I want to eat beans!"

Old Mel rolled his eyes, and his grandson and grandson looked exactly the same.

"Meer!" The cry came from the front yard. Old Mel put a frame in his hand into his grandson's arms and quickly walked to the front yard. Business is always more important than dinner, because business will bring countless dinners!

"Mel!" The coming man stood on the front porch, pushing the door of the grocery store, and looking back and forth. It seemed that he had searched for a circle, but no owner. Is a young man in his twenties.

"Come!" Mel yelled, glancing at the other party, his face showing excitement, "Weiss! You are back!"

The fat boy must have heard the sound, lost the frame, and ran in front of Old Mel, "Uncle Weiss! You look taller than in the picture!"

"Hey!" The young man named Weiss squatted down with a smile, "Teddy! Let me see how much you have grown!" Opened his arms to the fat boy until the other side bumped into his arms, almost overturned Got him. Weiss squeezed his eyes, "God! What have you eaten! Teddy! You are so heavy!"

"Go away!" Old Mel pulled his grandson, Teddy, and drove impatiently. August 1st Chinese article ◆ ?? www.81zw.com? "If you still want to eat dinner on time, just do it for me!"

Teddy rolled his eyes, blinked at Wes, and ran away.

"Weiss!" Old Mel pulled the young man's shoulder. A restored smile on his face, "When did you come back? Look at you!" Old Mel looked at the other's young and healthy body, patting his shoulder vigorously, as if proud.

"Yesterday." Weiss smiled. "My transfer application was approved. I was transferred back to the city of Barton." Weiss had a little helplessness on his face, "but there is no shortage of people in the North District, so I am in the Southern District Bureau. reported."

"It's better!" Old Mel looked happy. "You can live in your parents' old house!"

The topic seemed to be touching any taboos, and their eyes dimmed.

Old Mel shook his head, comforting and patting the back of the young man, "You were born here, raised you here, now you can protect here!" Old Mel had a smile on his face, "This is not very good What! "

Wes grinned reluctantly. Nodded his head, and was silent for a while, his emotions seemed not so good, and he whispered, "Well, I'm sorting things at home." His eyes were drifting, and he didn't seem to dare to look at Old Mel, "Yes. Some old things, I want to deal with ... "

"Of course, of course." Although there was a loss in Old Mel's eyes, he nodded. "It's annoying to keep those old things!" Old Mel waved his hand. "I'll go check it out tomorrow and tidy up."

Weiss's face was a bit unnatural. "Actually. Well, I have already collected it and brought it in." Weiss pointed to the truck parked in the front yard.

Old Mel opened his mouth, er, a few times, and said nothing.

The sun was stuck on the top of the parked truck, a little dazzling. Old Mel took a deep breath. With a smile, "You drove out of this car!" Old Mel walked towards the truck with a somewhat redundant laugh, "Ha ha! Now this car is almost gone! Let me see you all I have sorted out something, I will not treat you badly! Haha! "

Weiss' trucks are self-produced by the city of Barton, where it was born in Herman's factory in the northwest. Eight? One? Chinese ▲? Web www.81zw.com ■ Farmers' trucks are usually as high as ordinary private cars, and the rear cargo box is also a square body with no roof, which is convenient for stacking goods.

But Weiss's truck was more like a thick toast like a brick. The top of the cargo box is covered, and the body is also much higher. This is an inexplicable style that emphasized safety during the war. Okay, it ’s the same as Grand ’s van.

"Mel." Weiss frowned. "Actually, I also want to sell this car."

Mel, who had just put his hand on the door of the cargo box, nodded slowly, and his voice was much quieter, "yes, no one wants to drive this kind of car now, of course, you young people don't need this thing!" Old Mel opened the box, stared at the stuffed stuff inside, opened his mouth, "You can go to McCain, the guy will give you a good price."

"I'm gone." Weiss grabbed his head. "He won't accept it."

Old Mel suddenly turned his head and stared at Wes, a few wrinkles on his face, and finally held back, using other directions to vent his anger, "You won't expect me to take it! I can Never sold a car! "

Wes pursed his lips and said nothing.

Old Mel stared at the young man, shook his head, and looked back at the stuff in the compartment, his tone relaxed, with a joke of "God, how much stuff did you stuff in! Come and help! I want one Look! You ca n’t take advantage of my old man! "

Weiss shook his head and smiled, walked to the truck, patted the old Mel's back gratefully, and began to unload.

Frames, lamps, curtains, tableware ... an old piece with a sense of the times was removed, and old Mel knocked on his waist in the dim sky.

"You are old." Weiss said with a smile.

"Shut up!" Old Mel rolled his eyes and stretched his body. "This truck." Old Mel stood in the shadow cast by the truck. "Maybe someone wants it, I can help you."

"Thank you, Mel." Weiss jumped out of the box and carried a roll of carpet.

"I can't make a guarantee!" Old Mel pouted. "They may just want this radio!"

"Radio?" Weiss jumped into the cargo box again. "Who are they?"

"Grand." Old Mel waved his hand. "You may not remember it."

"The funeral home to the south?" Weiss leaned out and pouted, "I remember, they haven't closed yet?"

"Yes! Why not!" Old Mel seemed interested, "They can't help it! You are not in the Southern District Police Station? They cooperated with the Southern District Police Station and opened a" mill ", you do not know?"

Weiss grinned bitterly, "I just came back. What is 'Mill'?"

Old Mel waved his hand and did n’t want to talk about it. “You ’ll know.” He blinked. “I ’m talking about the two Grand brothers, and they ’ve been driving the car without changing it. Just came yesterday to ask if there was Replaced radio. "Old Mel frowned and gave Wes a glance. Others' sons knew how to cherish their father's relics, but Wes was cleaning up. He shook his head, but this is not to blame Weiss, he can understand.

"The two picked sons of Old Grand?" Weiss searched the memory in his mind.

"Yeah." Old Mel had enough rest and stood behind the carriage and took what Wess handed over, "Can't say that to them anymore! They are pretty good now, everyone says what they have to do with your police station Relationship! "Old Mel blinked, the gossip was over, and he took it seriously." Old Grand is gone, um, that Hank is still there, and the two brothers took over the funeral home. "

"Very good." Weiss thought for a while. He didn't care much about other people's affairs. "I remember they also adopted a younger sister, Alice, right. How is she?" For people with the same fate , There is nothing you want to know **.

Old Mel pouted, "I haven't seen it much, but Matthew, Matthew works at them."

"Matthew? Matthew of the Joseph family?" Weiss raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah." Old Mel smiled. "Okay, I thought the boy would be a postman for life!"

Weiss shook his head with a smile. "If it wasn't for Joseph, he should have joined the army."

"Just like you!" Old Mel smiled, then lost.

"Hey! Mel!" Weiss sensed Mel's loss. "I'm fine. I like to be a soldier."

Old Mel shot Wes, "It's a police officer now! We are all proud!" Old Mel's voice went down, "Although few are still alive."

"Hey." Weiss' voice also softened. "Don't say that, Mel."

"I know, I know." Old Mel nodded and patted the other person's shoulders with a smile. "They will be proud of you in heaven."

There was something flashing in Weiss's eyes and nodded. "Well, heaven." If there was such a place.

Old Mel shook his head quickly, "Don't say this anymore, I should call Grand and let them take a look at your car, maybe they will buy you this one directly."

"Okay. Thank you, Mel." Wes nodded and looked at the old things that had been piled up. "It's almost the same here."

Old Mel looked around and frowned. "I think you vacated that house!" Old Mel stared at a package that seemed to be bed linen or something. "Where are you going to sleep at night ?!" "

"There is a friend, in the North District." Wes wiped the sweat on his forehead. "It's also the police, or the detective. We serve together."

"Oh." Old Mel nodded, then suddenly remembered something, and slapped at Wes without hesitation. "Damn things! The guys who served with you all came to Patton. Why did you come back so late? ! "

Weiss squeezed his eyes and covered his hot half of the face. Old Mel didn't care about the importance. "Mel! He is the son of General Lance! He doesn't need to follow the normal procedures like me!"

Old Mel raised an eyebrow and snorted, "Five hundred dollars! All! Punish you for coming back so late!" (To be continued.)