"Nizhni, you can't walk by boat, you can't walk on the water, little ghost!" - "Childhood"

Whiteland, 2050

Ten years ago

Patrick Flo

Twenty years have passed since the Beilan incident, and five years have passed since the start of World War III. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Patrick ran to the gate with the ball in his arms, and as soon as he opened the door, he heard the voice of someone in the house calling out to him.

"Don't go out today, Parker. ”

"Why?"

"Today is Thanksgiving, and we're going to my grandmother's house later. ”

Patrick slammed the door shut like a deflated ball. He thought that his grandmother was just living in his mother's words, and he preferred to play football with his friends.

Five years ago, since his father was gone, Patrick had rarely seen any relatives - they rarely went out to visit his father's relatives. Mother was a very gentle lady throughout, even after my father left.

Except one day, the mother suddenly cried. Patrick was upset, but he didn't dare to ask, the only thing he could do was to be a naughty imp as usual and reassure his mother.

The war was over, and Dad came back. Whenever Patrick asked, his mother replied with a smile. He believed it that way, so he replied whenever other children asked him where his father was. If someone laughs at him, he knocks that person's nose down.

"For Mother, for Flo's family!" he would have shouted.

Patrick remembers that his father often took him to visit his uncle, a self-proclaimed mechanic who used to do research in warehouses full of scrap metal. When Patrick's father came, he would invite Patrick's father in and talk about the sun going down during the day. And what about Patrick, his uncle wouldn't let him in, so he could only jump around on the lawn, and when he was tired, he would lie down and watch the ants.

Well, he doesn't seem to remember his uncle. In short, he didn't like his uncle.

Patrick angrily turned on the TV and turned the volume up to the maximum, and the whole room was in an uproar. The TV was playing the conclusion of the experts' analysis of the spread of the collapsed clouds, and the faces of the people on the screen were not very good-looking, and from time to time they would look very scared.

Patrick also wondered where they looked for the actors.

"Okay, okay, let's go now, okay?" his mother finally couldn't stand his protests, "turn off the TV." ”

Patrick didn't know if she did it on purpose, he obviously didn't want to go to his grandmother's house. But he still obediently got on the subway with his mother, no matter how naughty and rebellious he was outside, he just couldn't go against his mother's wishes.

The window was bright and dark, dark and bright, and Patrick didn't notice how many stops he took. When I got out of the car, I looked at the smart watch, and it was already an hour and a half.

There is an electronic board hanging in the waiting hall, and the words "Ruikui welcomes you" are clearly written on it. Patrick had seen it in tourist advertisements that praised the natural beauty of the area, but to put it bluntly, it was nothing more than a poor backcountry with nothing but grass, as the beggars on the platform indicated. In Whiteland, beggars don't get into the platform.

Leaving the subway station, Patrick and his mother boarded a bus. The bus left the town in just two stops and drove into the outskirts of Ruikui, a place full of fields. The golden rape flowers are indeed beautiful, especially when viewed in patches. Patrick doesn't like flowers, only girls do.

Finally, when Patrick was about to get impatient, his mother led him out of the car. It is still a rape field, and there is a path between the fields, which divides the fields and vertically and horizontally together. In the distance, there are many painted wooden houses, which are colorful and extraordinarily beautiful. Patrick doesn't like colorful things, it's too fancy, not something that a practical man would like.

Walking along the dirt road from the bus stop to the end, the yellow wooden house is my grandmother's house, and the rape flower is the same color, which looks stupid. An elf, a gray tiger cat, popped out of the window, attracting Patrick's attention. He chased after him, but the cat was not afraid of him, and let him pick him up.

Thinking of this, Patrick felt that his grandmother's house was still good.

"Oh, babies, here you are!" said the old woman in her plaid apron came out of the cabin. It must have been Patrick's grandmother. Grandmother came out with a boy and a girl, slightly younger than my mother. As soon as the woman saw her mother, she greeted her and hugged her.

It was his aunt and uncle, and his mother told Patrick to call them that and say hello.

They talked a lot, about their own situation, and about the war. Patrick was just teasing the cat and didn't listen much. He only remembered that his mother asked his grandmother if his father had ever written to him, and the answer was no.

"Mary, help me fix the fire**** Grandmother said, "It's rare for you to come once, today is Thanksgiving Day......"

Grandmother was halfway through her sentence when she was interrupted by the doorbell. Patrick ran to open the door, and outside stood a freshly shaved man, dressed in a brown fur coat, which was quite strange in the weather.

Patrick paused for three seconds and recognized him as his uncle.

"Hey, little one, are you okay?"

Patrick nodded, wondering how his uncle had come to the door.

"Oh, here you are," his uncle said, pulling a gadget out of his pocket, "play with it, good boy!"

It was a pistol, metallic, and the real thing. Patrick was overjoyed, and he was holding the new toy and pointing around, making a "click" sound. No boy would say no to a toy gun.

"Avilasser, why are you here?" the mother heard the movement and came out of the kitchen.

"I went up to your house to look for you, but you weren't at home," his uncle explained, "and your neighbor said you went to your mother's house, so I followed it." In fact, we should talk about it privately...... You know, my brother called me. ”

After that, the mother went out. She and Patrick's uncle were just standing outside the door talking, something out of the sky. Patrick didn't really listen, but it was clear from their expressions that the conversation was not pleasant.

"No! I can't accept it!" said the mother suddenly, "you can't fool me, your brother would never let us do this, never!"

"Mary, this is indeed what he said, what he requested! Not to mention, besides, this is the safest and safest way to do it. ”

"Even if he said it, I wouldn't do it!"

The uncle stared at his mother in surprise, his mouth half-open, unable to speak. After a while, he said in a very small voice, "I'm sorry, Mary, I shouldn't have lied. You know, I ......."

This time it was the mother's turn to be silent, and she sighed heavily.

"I accept your kindness, Evilrather, but we can't do that. Your brother told us a lot, which is why he chose to join the army. He has a chance, you know?"

"Please, Mary, think again," Patrick could see how anxious his uncle was, "I'm thinking about you, my brother, and Patrick! he's so young!"

"He doesn't have to worry about you, Evilasser. Mother shrugged.

"Why is it so noisy out there?" said Grandmother, "Mary, aren't you going to clean up for me...... Oh, where did this gentleman come from?"

"Avilathur Flo," replied his uncle before his mother could speak, "Jasta Flo's brother." ”

"Jesta's brother? Oh, how did you get here......? It doesn't matter. Come in, have dinner with us, I thought there might be too much turkey......"

Grandmother beckoned Patrick into the house and prepared dinner for Thanksgiving night with Patrick's mother and aunt. Patrick eats well, he's never tried a hearty meal.

Two hours after dinner, Patrick was quickly asked to go to bed. Before going to bed, he learned that his grandmother had let them stay here for a week, including his uncle.