The little boy jumped into Jonatan's arms with joy, and the puppy he picked up a few months ago also came close to him wagging its tail.
In addition to the familiar smell of tobacco on the clothes from the factory, the little boy smelled the sweet smell of his father.
Kindness melted the tiredness on his face, and Jonathan took out the pastries wrapped in brown paper from his pocket.
"Yeah!"
The little boy returned to the table with the pastries and the puppy to open them.
"Has the factory decided to continue employing people?" Jonathan's wife saw a hint of happiness from the wrinkles between her husband's brows, and walked to her side to help him take off his coat.
"Several more wagons of raw materials have been delivered. I can still do this job for a few weeks." Jonathan took off his hat and put it on his wife's coat.
"People can hardly afford to eat and still some people buy cigarettes?" the wife asked in confusion.
"That's not for us to smoke." Jonatan pointed to the long-empty pipe on the table. "Those rich and noble men want to hoard more. Only commoners like us would buy it.
"
Although life has become extremely difficult, the sales of expensive tobacco, which can make people temporarily forget their troubles, has not decreased much.
"Then don't waste money. One pastry is enough to buy several pounds of sawdust bread." The wife complained softly and returned to the bedroom holding her husband's coat and felt hat.
As usual, the wife dusted off the clothes, but when she brushed her felt hat, she felt a sharp pain in her palms and cried out in pain.
"What's wrong?"
The husband rolled up his sleeves and was about to eat the hot breakfast and looked towards the bedroom.
The wife turned sideways and let the dim light from the living room shine into the bedroom. She opened her palms, and something illusory like cotton wool seemed to penetrate into her palms in the dimness. She rubbed the stinging area, but the pain was no longer there.
"I was stabbed, it's nothing."
She said, hanging her felt hat on the hanger, and patting her coat again, but this time she moved much more slowly: "Mrs. Burrough came over earlier to say that her husband came back from Linjun and might come to visit us."
"When?" Jonatan answered the voice in the bedroom.
"Maybe tonight or early tomorrow morning."
"I have to work late." Jonathan said helplessly. "You can receive them for me."
With that said, Jonathan put today's salary, 15 shillings, on the table.
There was no response in the bedroom, and he continued to eat without caring.
The little boy knelt on the chair, put the pastry on the windowsill and untied the knot.
The kraft paper unfolded, revealing a slightly burnt pastry inside, more like a biscuit.
The little boy carefully broke off a piece and put it into his mouth. The low-quality saccharin melted in his mouth, but it was the most delicious sweet that ordinary children of this era could eat.
"Woo..."
There was a whimpering sound beside him, and the greedy puppy was grabbing the little boy and wagging its tail constantly.
The little boy turned around and glanced at his father. Seeing that he didn't pay attention, he broke off a small piece and handed it to Andy - who knew that Andy suddenly jumped off the chair and ran to the bedroom door.
"Andy?" the little boy called in a low voice. The puppy ignored it and stared at the darkness in the bedroom. The originally slowly wagging tail was gradually curling up...
A strange, indescribable sound came from the bedroom. It was like water being poured on the soft soil, or like a bud breaking through the soil... In the dimness where it was difficult to see the details, a figure lay motionless on the ground.
And a layer of furry appearance appears on the surface of the figure, like animal hair...
"Woo..."
Andy, with his tail between his legs, fled from the door and trembled in his little master's arms.
The wind felt everything.
The negligible wind brought up by the running of the puppy turned into air currents and rolled towards the lying figure. The "hair" on the surface of the figure was like grass on the plain, swaying low, and then floated in the wind like dandelions, like
The wooden boat on the sea drifted with the current and drifted into the living room.
"Ouch-ouch-"
The animal's sense of danger makes puppies more aware of danger than humans, and they scream miserably.
The little boy looked confused, and Jonathan frowned: "Did you bully Andy?"
He didn't notice the snow-white dandelions floating from behind and falling on his clothes, hair... and exposed skin.
"hiss--"
Snap!
Reflexively, Jonathan patted the back of his neck, which suddenly stung, and scratched his neck strangely.
Are there still mosquitoes now? From the corner of his eye, Jonatan saw many illusory little things flying past him and drifting towards the little boy and puppy in front of the window.
Dandelions? Since when have there been so many dandelions in the house?
he thought strangely.
…
"Ten Wangcheng children, running around for food; one choked to death and could not be saved, and only nine out of ten were left. Nine Wangcheng children were so sleepy late at night; they fell asleep and died, and only eight out of nine were left. Eight Wangcheng
Children, go hunting in the thick fog; if you leave one behind, there will be only seven left out of eight..."
Weird nursery rhymes echoed over the streets with the carefree shouts of children.
Lu Li, who was quietly reading a book, moved his eyes and looked out the window.
The children shouted in unison and ran past the hotel.
"Seven children from the royal city caused trouble and broke the wall; their heads exploded and they died, leaving only six out of seven. Six children from the royal city played with the evil spirits and made them angry; they flew in and breathed their lives away, and out of six there were only five left."
People on the street were talking a lot and subconsciously avoided the children who were chanting these scary nursery rhymes.
"Do you want to investigate?" Anna pushed Lu Li to the window and said with a frown.
Lu Li shook his head slightly, someone had already done it.
"Two children from the royal city sighed under the beams; the hanging rope dropped from the sky and mourned, and only one of the two was left. One child from the royal city, only one came back; the hanging rope committed suicide in this life, and there is no one left!"
The children recited the song over and over again, which alarmed the adults, and ran from one end of the long street to the other, when they were stopped by a man in a tuxedo with a cane.
"Who told you this... ballad?"
The serious expression of the man frightened the children. They were more frightened by the serious man than by the catchy and unclear songs.
"Who are you!" A little boy summoned up the courage to look up and shout.
"Exorcist." The man did not hesitate because this was a group of children. He took out his investigator badge and displayed it, causing the children to exclaim.
The little boy who took courage said weakly: "We heard it in a cabin."
The children told the exorcist the address of the cabin and ran away quickly, leaving the exorcist alone thinking.
…
Four dandelion fields bloom inside the cabin.
Beautiful snow white dandelions falling gently like snowflakes.
puff--
A few dandelions that were too close to the oil lamp on the table melted like snowflakes in an instant.
People were coming and going on the street outside the window, and some children were playing and chasing each other across the street.
Dandelions are waiting quietly in the fields, waiting for the breeze to blow.