82_82547 "Hey!" the girl carried her bag, pushed through the crowd, and walked over to a boy who was about to say goodbye to junior high school, "Jackson!"

After the president's lengthy graduation speech, everyone dispersed quickly, and a moment later, the two people at the front of the ceremony hall were revealed in the crowd.

"It's finally over!" the girl laughed, as if she was at a stage where she was running out of words.

"Yes. Jackson (Bishop's son) glanced at the other.

He did the graduation speech, so he had to tidy it up and prepare for the final photo. It wasn't for the fact that his surname was Bisharp, that as an outstanding student, his family could give donations, and as for himself, the only thing he could leave to this school in the end was this face.

"Then ......," the girl smiled in ink, "I guess you'll go to Reipt when the summer is over." ”

Jackson glanced at the other party again and nodded, "Probably." Jackson looked at the arrangement on the podium of the venue, for the sake of a symbol of good intentions for the future, well, or some other thought, the school invited the former outstanding students to stand on the platform, of course, because Jackson is Bishop, a member of the real masters of the West End, so the people who come are also representatives of those people in the West End, and at this time there is still regular communication.

Lola and Capler? No kidding, if Kyle is still around, it could be him. Now, it's Blake Stone who is chatting with the school leaders on it.

Jackson looked at Blake's joy chatting with the school leaders, and felt irritated in his heart, looked at the girl, and took the initiative. "You know the kind of people we have, tradition. Jackson had a self-deprecating look on his face, "From childhood to now." Stay by and watch, and then almost, throw it to the North District. Jackson looked at the other man, "What about you?"

The girl smiled, she had always laughed, only because of Jackson's initiative to talk more, and she was a little happier. "Ah~" The girl tilted her head sideways and casually brushed the hair that fell to her chest behind her ears. Because of the hardware relationship of the age guide, everyone should not think too much, there is no adult intention, it is just that the little girl is shy.

"I'm not your kind of person. She shrugged and smiled. "I think I'll just stay in the West End, get my graduation certificate after high school, and find a job. ”

Jackson doesn't quite understand this kind of life arrangement, and he doesn't think that his future high school graduation has anything to do with work. It should be said that Jackson knew that he was different from the other party, but his mind was not mature enough to understand that the difference was the difference between the top and the base of the pyramid.

"It's good. Jackson could only say what he could understand, "closer to home." "I've heard that the high school cafeteria is disgusting, with only hamburgers and fried chicken. ”

The girl laughed again. Laughing with trembling shoulders, "Jack, if it weren't for someone like you." That's all we have in our school!"

Jackson raised an eyebrow, looking like he took it for granted.

The hierarchical differentiation of the West Side has been explained many times, so I will not repeat it. All we need to know is that because of this default hierarchy, the West End is the only place where these wealthy kids are treated differently, or rather, differently. Arrived in the North District. But no one cares that they are three generations rich, everyone is the same.

"Well—" The girl dragged out. "So, wait a minute, do you have any plans?" she bent her eyes, "Graduation, do you have any celebrations?"

Jackson looked at Blake in front of him, who was still being approached and talked, and shook his head, "Probably not." "Graduating from junior high school is really not something to celebrate, according to Jackson.

Here's the point, "We'll have a pie later, do you want to come?" the girl invited.

"Where?" Jackson was a little interested, his life was quite boring, compared to the life of these classmates.

"Do you know the old funeral home on the southwest side?" the girl lowered her voice and leaned over to Jackson, "Grande, that's probably the name. ”

Jackson raised an eyebrow and shrugged, "I know." He knew about the Grande in the South District, but it didn't make a difference, it was all Grande's anyway, he thought for a moment, "I remember that it was going to be demolished?"

"Yes. The girl nodded, "But not yet, I heard that it will be demolished in the autumn." Nobody cares about that place now. The girl curled the corners of her mouth, "You have to make good use of it~"

"What's there to use?" Jackson wondered, what could an abandoned house do on the edge of the cemetery?

"Jack, think about it. The girl's voice was quieter and closer, as if to create an atmosphere, "a cemetery, an empty house, a morgue, some 'gadgets'......"

Jackson frowned, Pie Duì now sounds more like a 'haunted house adventure' made up by a bunch of little guys.

"How's it going?" the girl raised an eyebrow, "Are you coming, or are you scared?" the girl tapped her finger at Jackson's chest.

"Okay. Jackson smiled and shook his head, "When, should I bring something?"

"Seven o'clock in the evening!" the girl happily resumed her normal volume, "bring your wallet!"

Jackson tilted his head sideways, still with a natural expression. That's pretty much the only use he's in the group.

The girl picked up her bag, "Then we'll see you in the evening!"

"See you in the evening. Jackson smiled and looked at his watch to make sure he had time.

"Oh!" the girl turned abruptly and lowered her voice again, "And, get rid of the people who are following you!"

"You're talking about my driver?" Jackson frowned, did he want him to walk over himself?!

"Yes, your driver!" the girl laughed, "this is our pie, we don't want a sidekick to spoil the fun!"

"Okay. Jackson shrugged, "I'll think of something." ”

The girl smiled at him one last and turned away.

Jackson looked at the preparation in front of him, it was almost done, and walked to the stage under the beckoning. Blake was already smiling and wrapped his arms around the shoulders of his two heads down, "Smile, Jackson." ”

The corners of Jackson's mouth curled smoothly, and he smiled perfectly at the flash of the camera.

Click!

This is the real end of junior high school.

"Jack!" Blake was delighted, putting his arm around Jackson's shoulders and walking out of the venue, "How's it going? ”

"What's that?" Jackson twisted his shoulders to get out of the shadow of this life, but to no avail, he gave up, "why are you so happy." ”

Blake's face became distressed, "I'm going to be unhappy soon." ”

Jackson glanced sideways at Blake and shook his head without sympathy, "Work, you shouldn't stay at Barton, you should go back to graduate school." ”

Remember the reason why Blake came back to Patton, he came back to wait for the application to be answered, but he didn't expect to stay at Patton like this, which was a miscalculation.

Blake smiled, he was quite optimistic about Jackson, and the other peers were either like Lola and Kepler, or they were too young to see anything, and naturally, the number one Polch was ignored.

"I can't keep running. Blake looked at Jackson and suddenly became serious, "From now on, you have to enjoy as much as you can." ”

"Enjoy what?" Jackson looked at Blake with some confusion, "Junior high school graduates?"

"Yes. Blake nodded, looking serious, "From now until college, it will be the time when you are most free, after that, you will have nothing." ”

Jackson frowned, he could understand half of it. As he just said to the girl, before graduating from junior high school, the people in the West Side will keep their children by their side and watch them well. Life is in the West End, under the noses of the elders. At the beginning of high school, they will be thrown into the North Side and no longer take care of their lives.

As for the incomprehensible half, it is why this 'freedom' only ends in college.

Blake pursed his lips, thinking about what to say, and held back for a long time, only one sentence, "Barton doesn't have a college." "Inexplicable.

Blake was clearly ignoring the community college south of Back Bay, standing too high to see what was on the ground floor understandably.

Jackson seemed to think of something, looked at Blake's obviously meaningful eyes, thought for a moment, and nodded.

This is the real seniors passing on the experience of the juniors.

Barton didn't have a college, so after Reipter, these third generations of the West Side would spread out across the Union. It wasn't the freedom to leave the West End and be relegated to the North Side, it was the burden of being in the Commonwealth, representing the overall image of Barton's Central and Western Side and their family.

Without the influence of the family that has been ingrained in Barton, they, the third generation to leave Barton, no longer have names, and their identity is their surname. Freedom no longer exists.

Blake felt a little relieved, and sure enough, Jackson was able to understand. He patted Jackson on the shoulder and walked to his car, Blake still worried about work in the mayor's office. This return to his alma mater was a small relaxation, and now he is going back to continue to work hard for Anthony's career.

"Hey!" Jackson had seen his driver open the door and was waiting for him to get in, "Blake!"

"Huh?" Blake turned, "What?"

"Do you have time for the evening?" Jackson shrugged, "I need someone to send a pie." ”

Blake glanced at the car parked in front of Bisharp's family, smiled helplessly, and just said that he wanted to let the other party enjoy his freedom, but he was going to become an 'accomplice'.

"Okay, when?" Blake agreed, admiring Jackson's understanding, but after all, he was only a fourteen or fifteen-year-old, so what could he do.

"Half past six. Jackson thought for a moment, "Come pick me up, and when you get there......" He didn't say, narrowing his eyes.

Looking at Jackson's expression, Blake smiled, "I know, I won't disturb you guys playing." ”

Jackson nodded, quite smooth. (To be continued).