82_82547 Jackson looked at his watch with some irritation, it was about to be the time he had agreed with Blake. Usually the atmosphere of dinner at home is depressing enough, but today it is especially depressing. But he didn't think it was because he had dinner early, he guessed it had something to do with the Grande brothers, who had come here in the afternoon.

"Are you going to dress like this for the evening? The middle-aged woman raised the gold-inlaid ceramic spoon with a cold expression, looked at no one, and asked indifferently.

"It's a pie. Jackson put down the cutlery, he was dressed very ordinary, just the clothes of a normal half-grown teenager, a T-shirt, jeans. Jackson answered the question seriously, "Mother." It's not a formal occasion, it's just a gathering of a few friends to prepare for graduation. ”

"Is there a guardian? Still calmly asking, Mrs. Bishop glanced at Bishop in the main seat, "Do you know this pie?" ”

Bisharp's face began to redden, the result of suppressed affection. The knife and fork in his hand began to tremble and collide lightly with the dinner plate.

"Quiet. Mrs. Bisharp tightened her skin, her brow furrowed, "The noise gives me a headache." ”

Bishop stood up from his throne, his blushing face trembling at the woman who sat still, and his deep voice was suppressed, "I'm going to see my father and mother!"

Jackson involuntarily tilted his mouth, his lower lip gently clasped by his teeth, and his gaze quickly swept over his parents. Today's atmosphere is really not right, what is happening?

Only a mother and son were left in the empty dining room.

"Is there a guardian on the pie? "No one makes noise. Mrs. Bisharp regained her cold composure and continued to ask her son.

Jackson frowned slightly, "Yes." ”

Mrs. Bisharp looked at Jackson. The gaze rests on the eyes that are clearly evasive. After looking at it for a while, Mrs. Bisharp withdrew her gaze, her tone still calm, "Have fun." ”

Jackson breathed a sigh of relief, straightened the dishes, and stood up, "Blake should be coming soon." I went out and waited for him. ”

Mrs. Bishop nodded, and put down the dishes as well. Raise your finger to beckon. I don't know where it came from, the maid is holding a long box tied with a black ribbon, "Graduation gift." ”

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

Jackson took the long box. Open, "Tie?"

Mrs. Bisharp glanced at Jackson's clothes, withdrew her gaze and continued to raise her spoon, "Tomorrow's meeting, you go to the auditory meeting together." You bring this. ”

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

Nodding slightly, Mrs. Bisharp stopped talking. Jackson exited the restaurant with the box, pursed his lips and didn't know what to think about anymore. Go back to your room on the second floor. Put away my tie, stunned for a while, and put on my wallet. I went downstairs and out of the main entrance of the manor, watching the sun in the west waiting for Blake in the driveway.

"You're late!" Jackson frowned, opened Blake's door, and just wanted to sit in, but saw a pile of essays scattered on the seat, tugging at the corners of his mouth. Watching Blake hurriedly put away the text, "I thought you were working for the mayor." Talking on the phone in the office or something, how do you look like a handyman running errands!"

Blake ignored the innocent judgment, cleared the passenger seat, patted it, "Come on! I'm busy!"

Jackson cut and got into the car, pulling on his seat belt. When he saw the food package on the front desk of Blake's car, he pulled his lips again, "Are you so busy!

Blake didn't say anything and turned around with a smile, "I have another one, do you want it?"

Jackson thought for a moment, "Yes." "He really didn't eat much at dinner in that atmosphere.

Blake rummaged through the garbage bag on the wagon for a moment, finding a bag of things and handing it to Jackson.

Jackson frowned, very doubtful that this thing could still be eaten, smelled it, it seemed that there was no problem, tore open the package, and ate it.

"Where?" drove out of the manor, Blake looked around, waiting for directions.

"Grande Funeral Home. Jackson pointed in a southwesterly direction, "Original West Side address"

Blake raised an eyebrow, "Isn't it abandoned?" Although he was puzzled, Blake drove in that direction anyway, "Does anyone still live there?"

Jackson munched on some cold food as he stared at the cracks that had been bitten open, identifying the ingredients, onions, tomatoes, chicken, ...... It seems to be a mess of things rolled together, ignoring the increasingly weird smell in the car, and the taste is unexpectedly good, "I don't know, it's not where I set." ”

"Ahh

"Classmates. Jackson replied expressionlessly.

"Just classmates?" Blake's elbow pushed Jackson as a roll of food wrapped in a mess dropped a few pieces and snapped between the seats.

Jackson frowned, and fiddled with his ass to get out of the seat in disgust, and instead of getting out the food scraps he had dropped, he made a pile of dry yellow scraps of unknown composition.

"Just classmates. Jackson replied, and then said to Blake seriously, "Blake, you're going to wash your car." Jackson looked back at the back seat of Blake's car, and in addition to the piled up, he actually found a blanket pressed under the debris!

"Blake. Jackson pondered, and asked with some confusion, "Do you live in this car?"

On Blake's face, the smile that was originally teasing the other party froze for a moment, "Hehe, I'm busy." ”

Jackson leaned directly over Blake's shoulder and inhaled hard, full of the smell of deodorant! It's not that it smells bad, but there is no smell that humans should have, you can understand it......

"Ugh. Jackson looked at Blake's side face, "How long has it been since you showered?"

"Well......" Blake's expression was a little weird, "it's only a few days." ”

It's summer! Blake is the face of the mayor's office, he's the PR, don't forget. He's going to work in formal clothes all day!

"Are you alright?" Jackson kept his gaze skeptical, looking at Blake, who was barely smiling.

"It's fine. It's just busy, I don't have time. Blake glanced at Jackson and gave a vague answer.

Is he busy enough to live in his car, Jackson doesn't believe that busyness has anything to do with living in his car. After looking at it for a while, he shrugged his shoulders, "Whatever, I'm glad to see you unlucky." ”

Blake shook his head with a wry smile, and without explanation, changed the subject, "Is there any activity in your pie?"

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

Blake frowned, "Who will go?"

"I don't know. Jackson looked out the window boredly, "It's just some classmates." ”

Blake vaguely felt that something was wrong, not a strict feeling. It's just that the people who will go to the party duì, if they don't know what activities they will do, they will go for the sake of people. But listening to Jackson's words, it seems that he has no interest in those classmates who participated in the pie. I don't know what Jack is doing when he goes to participate.

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

Jackson shrugged, "I don't know. ”

Blake shook his head, forget it, don't ask. Just go and hang around and see if there are no suspicious people.

By the time Blake's car drove down the cemetery, the sun was already on the western horizon, and the sky was rendered red. His tardiness made Jackson late as well. A few half-sized teenagers and girls can already be seen at the end of the entire fenced cemetery.

Grande's cemetery in the West End has been reclaimed and returned to the planning of the city government, and after the compensation and operation of the moving grave is over, the entire cemetery is fenced off, and the interior should be demolished and transferred, there is not much cemetery anymore, more like an empty space that no one cares about, waiting for the construction at the beginning of the fall.

The original Grand Funeral Home is located in the southwest corner of the cemetery, very close to the border of Barton's West End. A few young men and girls with bags watched the car drive in, asking each other and discussing in a whisper, "Who?!" ”

There is nothing strange about it, these guys are not old enough to drive, and there will be no parents who will allow them to go to such a strange place to open a party, and naturally no one will send them over.

So it's a little weird for them to drive right here.

Living up to expectations, Jackson pushed open the car door and greeted Blake, signaling that he could go.

Blake glanced at the buildings whose signboards had been removed, and they were all 'L' shaped buildings with similar Grande layouts in the South District, and there were already small heads poking out on the second floor, looking down curiously.

Blake felt out of place.

Blake looked left and right, and the little ones seemed to have something ready, each carrying a bag and stuffing it with things, water bottles, snacks, inflatable mats......

Blake tugged at the corners of his mouth, looking at Jackson, who had nothing but a wallet but a bulging pocket, ignoring his gesture to let him go, "Uh, are you sure you're invited?"

Jackson himself seemed to feel that something was wrong, and when he was invited, he confirmed whether he needed to prepare something. Could it be that it was rectified?

"Jackson!" the girl's voice came from the second floor, and a head quickly retracted, and in a moment it was already running out of the main entrance, "You're here! I thought you wouldn't show up!"

Jackson was a little relieved, not being straightened, pulled the corners of his mouth, and looked at Blake in the car, "My driver is late." ”

The girl looked into the car and apparently recognized the person who had only been 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 her hand towards Jackson, "Come in!"

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