The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Jackson looked at his watch a little anxiously, about the time he and Blake had agreed. Bayi? ★ ▲ Chinese? Wen Wang www.8.1zw.com ▲ The atmosphere of dinner at home is usually enough to suppress, but today is particularly suppressed. But he didn't think it was the reason for his early dinner. He guessed it was related to the Grand Brothers who came here in the afternoon.

"Are you going to wear such an event to attend the evening." The middle-aged woman raised her gold ceramic spoon indifferently without looking at anyone, and asked indifferently.

"It's a party." Jackson put down the cutlery. He wore ordinary clothes, usually half-size boy clothes, T-shirts, and jeans. Jackson answered the question seriously, "Mother. It's not a formal occasion, it's just a party prepared by a few friends for graduation."

"Is there a guardian." Still asking calmly, Mrs. Bisharp glanced at Bisharp in the main seat, "Do you know this party."

Bisharp's face started to turn red, as a result of depression. The knife and fork in his hand began to tremble and collide gently with the dinner plate.

"Quiet." Mrs. Bi Sharp tightened her skin, frowning. "The noise made me have a headache."

Uh! Bishapo stood up from his throne, suffocating his face trembling at the woman who was sitting still, suppressing a deep voice, "I'll go see my father and mother!"

Jackson involuntarily tilted his mouth, his lower lip was gently clasped by his teeth, and his eyes were quickly swept over his parents. Today's atmosphere is really wrong, what happened?

There was only one mother and child left in the empty restaurant.

"Is there a guardian at the party." When no one made noise, Mrs. Sharpe regained her coldness and continued to ask her son.

Jackson frowned slightly, "Yes."

Mrs. Bishape looked at Jackson, her eyes resting on the obvious dodge eyes. After looking at it for a while, Mrs. Bisharp glanced back, her tone still calm, "Have fun."

Jackson let out a sigh of relief, sorted out the utensils, and stood up. "Blake should be here soon. I'll go out and wait for him."

Mrs. Bishad nodded, put down the cutlery and raised her fingers. Bayi? Chinese? ▼ ■ www.81zw.com ■ I do not know where the maid came from, holding a long box tied by a black ribbon, "graduation gift."

Jackson was a little surprised, he didn't expect a trace of celebrating junior high school graduation from this family.

Jackson took the long box and opened it. "Tie?"

Mrs. Bishap glanced at Jackson's clothes, withdrawn her gaze and continued to raise her spoon. "Tomorrow's meeting, you go to watch together. You take this one."

Jackson pursed his lips and closed the box. "Thank you."

Nodding slightly, Mrs. Bisharp stopped talking. Jackson withdrew the box from the restaurant, pursed his lips and didn't know what to think again. Back to his room on the second floor, he put on his tie, stayed for a while, brought his wallet, and then went downstairs out of the main entrance of the manor, watching the sun on the west side waiting for Blake's arrival in the driveway.

"You're late!" Jackson frowned and opened Blake's door. He just wanted to sit in, but saw a pile of documents scattered around the seat, ripped the corner of his mouth, and watched Blake put away in a hurry. The document, "I thought you were working for the mayor, making phone calls in the office, etc. How did it look like a handyman running errands!"

Blake ignored this malicious judgment, cleared the co-pilot, and patted, "Come up! I'm busy! Hurry up!"

Jackson made a cut and sat in the car, pulling on the seat belt. Seeing the food packaging on the front of the Blake car, he talked again, "Are you so busy! There is a rustling sauce on the car!"

Blake didn't say anything but turned the body with a smile, "I still have one, do you want it?"

Jackson thought for a while, "I want it." For that atmosphere dinner, he really didn't eat much.

Blake flipped through the garbage bags on the platform for a while, and found a bag of things to hand to Jackson.

Jackson frowned, wondering if it could be eaten. After smelling it, there seemed to be no problem. He opened the package and ate it.

"Where are you going?" Blake opened the manor and looked around, waiting for directions. "August 1 Chinese?" ◆ ?? www.81zw.com?

"Grand Funeral Home." Jackson pointed southwest, "the original West End address"

Blake raised his eyebrows. "Isn't it abandoned?" Despite the doubts, Blake drove in that direction. "Is there anyone living there?"

Jackson chewed some cold food while staring at the bite fault, distinguishing the ingredients, onions, tomatoes, chicken ... seems to be a mess of things rolled together, ignoring the increasingly strange smell in the car, the taste is actually Surprisingly good, "I don't know, it's not my place."

"Ah-" Blake smiled, twisting his tone weirdly, "Is that girl? Who is she?"

"Classmate." Jackson replied expressionlessly.

"Just a classmate?" Blake's elbow pushed Jackson, and a roll of food wrapped in a mess of food dropped a few pieces and stuck in the car seat.

Jackson frowned, and dismissed his buttocks under the seat. The food debris that he dropped did not come out. Instead, he made a pile of dry yellow debris with unknown ingredients.

"Just a classmate." Jackson replied, and then said to Blake seriously, "Blake, you have to clean your car." Jackson looked back at the back seat of the Blake car, except for the pile of documents, actually There is also a blanket under the sundries!

"Blake." Jackson thought, asking with some doubt, "Are you living in this car?"

On Blake's face, the smile that had been teasing each other stiffened. "Oh, I'm busy."

Jackson leaned directly on Blake's shoulder and sucked hard, full of deodorant smell! It ’s not bad, but it does n’t have the smell that humans should have. Can you understand ...

"Uh." Jackson looked at Blake's profile. "How long have you not taken a shower?"

"Um ..." Blake looked a little weird. "Just a few days."

How many days? it is summer now! Blake represents the facade of the mayor's office, he is public relations, don't forget. He is the guy who wants to work in a formal dress all day!

"Are you all right?" Jackson kept his skeptical gaze and looked at Blake, who was grinning reluctantly.

"It's okay. It's just busy, there's no time." Blake glanced at Jackson and answered vaguely.

Are you too busy to live in your car? Jackson doesn't believe there is any connection between being busy and living in a car. After looking at it for a while, shrugging, "It's my pleasure to see you, unfortunately."

Blake shook his head with a wry smile and didn't explain. He changed the subject, "Do you have any events at your party?"

Jackson spread his hand, "I don't know, I was just invited."

Blake frowned, "Who will go?"

"I don't know." Jackson looked out of the window boringly, "Just some classmates."

Blake faintly felt something was wrong, so it was not a serious feeling. People who just go to parties, if they do n’t know what activities will be carried out, it is for people. But listening to Jackson's words, it seems that he has no interest in the classmates. I don't know what Jack is going to do.

"What are you going to play with?" Blake continued to ask.

Jackson shrugged. "I don't know."

Blake shook his head, forget it. Just go around and sway around to see if there are no suspicious people.

When Blake's car drove down the cemetery, the sun was already stuck on the west horizon, and the sky was rendered with a layer of red. His lateness made Jackson late. Several half-teen-year-old young girls can already be seen at the end of the enclosed cemetery.

Grande ’s cemetery in the Western District has been recovered and returned to the municipal government ’s plan. After the compensation and operation of the tomb removal are completed, the entire cemetery area is surrounded by fences. There aren't many cemeteries, more like unoccupied open spaces, waiting for construction at the beginning of autumn.

The house of the original Grand Funeral Home is in the southwest corner of the cemetery, very close to the border of Barton West. Several boys and girls carrying bags looked at the car as they entered, asking each other and discussing in a whisper, "Who ?! Hey driving."

It's no surprise that these guys are not yet able to drive, and no parents will allow them to party in such a strange place, and naturally no one will send them over.

So driving here directly makes them a little strange.

Not disappointing, Jackson pushed open the door and said hello to Blake, indicating that he could go.

Blake glanced at the buildings whose signboards have been removed. They are similar to the Grande in the southern area. They are all ‘L’ shaped buildings. There are already small heads protruding from the second floor, looking down curiously.

Blake felt out of place.

Blake looked around, and these little guys seemed to have prepared something, each carrying a bag, stuffed with things, water bottles, snacks, inflatable cushions ...

Blake twitched his lips and looked at Jackson, who had nothing but a purse to represent his wallet, ignoring his gesture of letting himself go, "Uh, are you sure you were invited?"

Jackson himself seemed to feel something was wrong. When he was invited, he also confirmed that he needed to prepare something. Was it trimmed?

"Jackson!" The girl's voice came from the second floor, a head was quickly retracted, and he ran out of the main entrance in a moment. "You are here! I thought you would not appear!"

Jackson was a little relieved that he wasn't being trimmed, and twitched his lips, looking at Blake in the car, "My driver is late."

The girl looked in the car and apparently recognized the person who was on the platform at the ceremony this afternoon. Not Jackson ’s usual driver, he smiled politely, “It ’s okay.”

The girl reached out and pulled towards Jackson, "Come in!"

Jackson glanced at Blake, waved his hand, and entered the door with the girl. (To be continued.)