After roughly sorting out his thoughts and not thinking any more, Gallon took off his clothes, turned off the kerosene lamp, lay down on the bed, covered himself with a quilt, slowly calmed down, and fell into sleep in the darkness.
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Dang...dang...the morning bell rings one after another.
White light shone on the white bed. Garen, who was sleeping on his back, slowly opened his eyes, looked outside in confusion, took a deep breath, and then slowly lifted the quilt and sat up.
In the light red room, the red boards on the wall and floor are peeling in some places, exposing the light yellow wood underneath. The silver-edged wheat field landscape oil painting hanging on the wall is a little skewed. The window on the right is half open, and there are constant cold breezes.
It poured in and made a faint whine.
Thumb thump thump....
The sound of my sister Ying'er's footsteps could be heard faintly from the living room outside, and it was extremely clear when she stepped on the floor.
Garen rubbed his temples and cleared his mind. He got out of bed. He was wearing off-white pajamas and long-sleeved trousers, and his chest looked a bit fat and loose. He pulled at his chest clothes, and Garen showed a hint of helplessness on his face.
"I didn't feel it before, but now I still wear my mother's pajamas to sleep. It feels weird..."
Go to the window and gently close the open window.
Below the window, on the right side is the passing inner street of the community. Several passers-by are wearing thick windbreakers, and one even wears a dome hat and scarf. In the open space behind the building on the left, there are several more cars parked than before.
The cars are all black or white, and the two headlights look like antique cars with bulging goldfish eyes.
"This kind of car looks good. In fact, every time you drive it for dozens of miles, you have to turn off the engine and wait for it to cool down..." Garen shook his head speechlessly and sniffed. He smelled a smell of fried eggs and hot milk.
Mixed aroma.
Leaving the window, he walked to the bedroom door and gently turned the doorknob, revealing a spacious red living room. On the right, the yellow and white curtains were blown up by the strong wind outside the window.
On the left, you can directly see the kitchen at the end. My sister Ying'er is holding a black spatula in her hand and carefully turning over the fried eggs in the pot. She changed into a short black dress with a waistband, and a white skirt at the bottom.
Lace, and her legs were put into the thickest black cotton pantyhose with no visible skin color. Her purple-black shawl hair was casually scattered behind her, and her wine-red eyes were staring intently at the fried eggs in the pot.
"Are you up? Go wash up, and then you can come over for breakfast. I bought fresh white bread, plus fried eggs and hot milk." Ying'er glanced at Garen and said casually.
"Aren't they coming back?" Gallon wiped his face with both hands. He felt that his hands were full of oil. He walked a few steps forward and turned left, entered the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror and turned on the faucet.
Wow...
White water spurted out from the faucet. Garen took his own red towel, wetted it, wrung it out, and then pressed it on his face.
"Didn't I tell you last time? The company has something to do and I'm on a business trip." Ying'er answered casually.
"Do you know where to go?"
"It seems to be Delin City... It takes a long-distance train to get there from us. It will take at least three days to get there. If you go back and forth..." Ying'er said, turning off the fire and frying the omelette
Pour it out and serve it on the table.
"It will take more than a week to come back, so we have to spend this weekend by ourselves." She sat down and placed the bread, milk, and fried eggs separately. "Okay, you can eat."
Garen quickly rinsed his mouth, inserted the wooden toothbrush back into the wash cup, turned around and left the bathroom, and also sat on the seat opposite Ying'er.
On the rectangular mahogany table, the two people sat face to face. On the silver metal plate in front of them was a triangular piece of light yellow bread, with subtle letters on the bread.
Gallon picked up the knife and fork, stuck the bread with one hand, cut off a piece with a knife and stuffed it directly into his mouth. It was a little hard, a little dry, the sweetness was very light, and it was very powdery.
Ying'er took a sip of milk first. "Today is Saturday, do you have any plans?"
"Well...I'm going to Burnington, an old street in the south of the city, in a while. There's a newly opened antique store there that I want to check out." Garron lowered his head and ate the fried egg.
"Bernington is very far... From our Blue Tree Street, you have to go through the city center, and then you have to walk for more than half an hour to get there. You have to walk diagonally. What are you going to the antique store for?" Ying
Er asked doubtfully, "If there's nothing important, I want to go to the fruit market and take a look at the pet street next to it. You can go with me to help me carry my things." After she finished speaking, she glanced at Galleon.
There was a faint flash of expectation.
"Buy some of my favorite white pears." She quickly added.
"White pears?" Garen was slightly startled. In the past, Garen's favorite food was white pears. "Forget it, I have something to do at the antique store."
"Okay..." Ying'er nodded, said no more, lowered her head and concentrated on eating.
"By the way, it's autumn, so be careful to add or remove clothes to avoid getting sick." Gallon added, stuffing the remaining things into his mouth in a few mouthfuls, and then drank the last bit of milk in the cup. "I'm leaving first." He
I stood up and went back to the bedroom to change clothes.
Ying'er sat at the table and glanced at Galen who was standing up. She suddenly became listless. She kept inserting pieces of bread on the plate.
Garen changed into a thick black coat and blue-black trousers and walked out, with a black and white square scarf around his neck. He was no longer as thin as before, and he looked faintly like a slender handsome boy. It was just his
The eyes are a little too deep, like two pure dark red and black gems, connected to the infinite abyss. They are completely different from before.
The change in his eyes suddenly made Gallon's temperament much more stable and solid.
Ying'er looked up and her eyes lit up slightly. "How long are you going to go? When will you come back?"
Garen pulled off the scarf around his neck. "I'll definitely be back for dinner in the afternoon, okay, I'll go out first."
He walked to the door and put on his black leather boots, opened the door with a click and walked out.
The stairwell outside the door was opposite the door. The door of the house opposite happened to be open. A middle-aged man wearing glasses and holding a black bag looked back at him. Without saying anything, he just closed the door gently after entering, without any intention of saying hello.
Garon remembered this neighbor. The owner was this middle-aged man with glasses named Polis. There was no hostess, only a seven or eight-year-old boy living together. Both of them were taciturn and never said hello when they met.
Only Garen and the others said hello and introduced themselves when they were going up and down the stairs when they first moved here. They usually don't say hello when they see him. This kind of impolite quality impressed the Garen family deeply.
He held the cold metal door with his back hand and pressed it gently. Garen rubbed his hands. Feeling that the palms and backs of his hands felt a little warmer, he walked down the stairs.
Go down to the stairs, turn left along the gray-white grid floor, and walk into the gray-black road between black street lights.
After exiting the community along the road, there are streets and roads surrounded by khaki buildings on both sides. There are sidewalks protected by black railings on the roadside, and there are very few pedestrians on them.
An antique car was slowly passing by on the street, emitting white smoke, followed closely by a cattle cart transporting fruit. The driver shouted and cracked his whip from time to time.
Gallon walked on the sidewalk surrounded by black railings and looked at the khaki buildings around him.
The buildings on the street are all about seven stories. Some have open square windows, some are closed, and have barbed wire fences. The edges of the buildings are arc-shaped, without sharp corners.
The cool autumn wind blew Gallon's hair back and he couldn't help but lower his head. He felt that his skin was stiff, a little hard and numb. There were also small trees planted in the black railings, and there were no leaves on the branches.
There are bare forks, with one at intervals.
Gallon walked along the sidewalk for about twenty minutes, and there were more cars and people on the street. A brass nameplate he passed by had the letters of Huayuan Street engraved on it.
Entering an intersection and turning left again, the houses on both sides of the street turned into gorgeous buildings with complex gray and white patterns. There were tall columns and some exquisite reliefs on the surface of the houses. The black street lamps on both sides of the roadside,
There are also some white balls on the top as decoration.
On the cold sidewalk, a woman wearing a thick white dress with silver trim was walking her dog. On a decorative black metal bench, two old men on crutches were sitting, chatting quietly.
Garen tightened his scarf and looked up to the left to look upstairs. The fifth floor of the gray building on the left was where his uncle lived. Their ability to enter Holy Orioles College was largely due to his uncle's relationship.
This uncle started from scratch and built a large and powerful industry. He is also one of the richest businessmen in the entire Huaishan City. What is rare is that he has always been very good to Gallon. It is just because of his patriarchal mentality or blood relationship that he treats Gallon.
Ying'er is relatively cold.
"Let's go see uncle when we come back later..." Garen lowered his head and quickened his pace, walking towards the end of the street with gray buildings.
A square brass nameplate was erected on the side of the sidewalk as I passed by, engraved on it: Burnington.
At the end of the street is an arc corner. Just at the corner, there is a small shop with a round arch. The door of the shop is open, and a pale yellow light shines from inside. An old man wearing glasses is sitting in front of an antique yellow bookshelf, concentrating on
Hold a magnifying glass and look at the small thing in your hand.
Garen glanced at the upper right corner. Hanging on the gray wall was a triangular black nameplate with white letters engraved on it: Dolphin Antique Shop.
He strode over directly, entered the store and looked around.
Under the dim yellow light, there was not a single customer in this small antique store.
The whole store was a dark red, and the store was filled with tables, more than a dozen large and small. The tables on the wall were covered with thick crimson cloth, and some strange things were placed on them.
Garen stepped on the dark yellow wooden board, making the sound of footsteps. As soon as he entered the door, he found someone on his right. He was startled. Looking carefully, there was a white half-length human sculpture on the right side of the door. The carving was a
The curly-haired child only has shoulders and head, and the lower part is composed of rectangular stone pillars.
"What do you need?" The old man's skin was sallow, and his face was covered with black age spots and wrinkles. When he saw Galen entering the door, he put down the magnifying glass in his hand and asked in a low voice.
"Let me take a look..." Garen was frightened for a moment, then calmed down and quickly replied, "You don't have to greet me, I'll just take a look."