Unobstructed by dense buildings, the sun was shining from the west, and the faint light of the sky made old Mel's wrinkled face shine red.

Old Mel bared his teeth, tapped his lower back, and snorted twice. A fat boy sat by the fence and said mercilessly, "You're old!"

"I don't need you to remind me of this!" Old Mel glared at his grandson, "Is your homework done!

The fat boy rolled his eyes, "Isn't there another day! I'll go to Nathan's house tomorrow." ”

"Humph!" Old Mel moved his body and continued to bend down. Although he has his own grocery store and no longer needs to farm, decades of lifestyle still give him the habit of growing some small vegetables on his own, and he is now harvesting his own dinner, "Don't think I don't know what you're going to do!

The fat boy didn't care about being seen through, and pointed ahead, "I want to eat beans!"

Old Mel rolled his eyes, this look was exactly the same as that of his ancestors and grandchildren.

"Mel!" came from the front yard, old Mel shoved the frame in his hand into his grandson's arms, and quickly slipped into the front yard, business is always more important than dinner, because business will bring countless dinners!

"Mel!" the visitor stood on the front porch, pushing the door of the grocery store, looking back and forth, and it seemed that he had searched around, but had not found the owner. It's a young man in his twenties.

"It's coming!" Mel shouted, glancing at the other man, his face showing excitement, "Wes!

The fat boy must have heard the voice, dropped his frame, and ran in front of old Mel, "Uncle Wes, you look taller than in the picture!"

"Hey!" the young man named Wes squatted down with a smile, "Teddy, let me see how much you've grown!" and opened his arms to the fat boy until he crashed into his arms. Nearly knocked him over. Wes squeezed his eyes, "Oh my God, what did you eat! Teddy! You're so heavy!"

"Go away!" said Old Mel to his grandson, Teddy. Impatiently chased, "If you still want to eat dinner on time." Just do something for me!"

Teddy rolled his eyes, winked at Wes, and ran away.

"Wes!" Old Mel pulled the young man by the shoulder, and smiled back on his face, "When are you back? Look at you!" Old Mel looked at the other man's young and muscular body, and patted him on the shoulder vigorously, as if proud.

"Yesterday. Wes laughed, "My transfer request has been approved." He was transferred back to Barton. There was a hint of helplessness on Weiss's face, "But there is no shortage of people on the North side, so I reported at the South District Bureau." ”

"It's better!" said Old Mel with a happy face, "You can live in your parents' old house!"

The topic seemed to have touched some taboo, and the eyes of the two darkened.

Old Mel shook his head, patting the young man on the back in comfort, "You were born here, you were raised here, and now you can protect here!" There was a smile on Old Mel's face, "Isn't that great!"

Wes smiled reluctantly. Nodding his head, he was silent for a while, and whispered that he didn't seem to be very good. "Well, I'm tidying up my things at home. His eyes were drifting, and he didn't seem to dare to make eye contact with Old Mel, "There's some old stuff I want to get rid of......"

"Of course, of course. Although there was loss in Old Mel's eyes, he still nodded, "It's also annoying to keep those old things!" Old Mel waved his hand, "I'll go see it tomorrow." Clean up. ”

Wes's face was a little unnatural, "Actually. Well, I've already taken it. Brought. Weiss gestured to the truck parked in the front yard.

Old Mel opened his mouth, belched a few times, and said nothing.

The sun was sticking to the roof of the parked truck, a little dazzling. Old Mel took a deep breath and smiled, "You drove this car!" Old Mel walked to the van and laughed a little superfluously, "Haha! Now these cars are almost extinct! Let me see what you have sorted out, I won't treat you badly!"

Wes's wagon was produced in Barton, and he was born at Herman's factory in the northwest. The farmers' trucks are usually as tall as regular private cars, and the boxes at the back are square bodies without roofs to make it easier to stack goods.

But Wes's wagon, more like a thick toast like a brick. The top of the cargo box is covered and the body is much higher, which is an inexplicable style of emphasizing safety during wartime. Well, it's the same as the Grande's van.

"Mel. Wes frowned, "Actually, I want to sell this car too." ”

Mel just put his hand on the cargo door for a moment, then nodded slowly, his voice much quieter, "Yes, no one wants to drive this kind of car now, of course you young people don't need this thing!" Old Mel opened the cargo box, stared at the stuffed debris inside, and opened his mouth, "You can go to McCa, that guy will give you a good price." ”

"I went. Wes grabbed his head, "He didn't take it." ”

Old Mel suddenly turned his head and glared at Wes, the wrinkles on his face twitched a few times, but he finally held back, and used other directions to vent his anger, "You won't expect me to take it! I haven't sold a car!"

Wes pursed his lips and didn't speak.

Old Mel stared at the young man, shook his head, looked back at the stuffed clutter in the carriage, and his tone relaxed, with a joking meaning: "Oh my God, how many things have you stuffed in! Come and help! I want to see them one by one! I can't let you take advantage of me, an old man!"

Wes shook his head and smiled, walked over to the van, patted Old Mel on the back gratefully, and began to unload the car.

Photo frames, lamps, curtains, cutlery...... Old objects with a sense of the times were removed, and old Mel knocked on his back in the dim skylight.

"You're old. Wess said with a smile.

"Shut up!" Old Mel rolled his eyes and stretched, "this truck." Old Mel stood in the shadow cast by the van, "Someone may want it, I can help you ask." ”

"Thanks, Mel. Wes jumped out of the crate, carrying a roll of rug.

"I can't guarantee that!" Old Mel pouted, "they might just want this radio!"

"Radio?" Wes jumped on the crate again, "Who are they?"

"Grande. Old Mel waved his hand, "You probably don't remember." ”

"The funeral home to the south?" Wes poked his head out and pouted, "I remember, they're not closed yet?"

"Why aren't you there!" Old Mel seemed interested, "They can't fall if they want to! Aren't you at the Southern District Police Department? They cooperated with the Southern District Police Department and opened a 'mill', don't you know?"

Wes smiled wryly, "I just came back. What is a 'mill'?"

Old Mel waved his hand, not wanting to talk about it, "You'll know." He blinked, "I'm talking about the two Grande brothers, who have been driving this car without changing." Just came yesterday to ask if there is a replacement radio. Old Mel frowned and glanced at Wes, other people's sons know how to cherish their father's relics, but Wes is cleaning up. He shook his head, but Weiss wasn't to blame, he could understand.

"Old Grande's two picked up sons?" Wes searched his mind for memories.

"Yes. Old Mel rested enough, stood behind the carriage, and took what Wes handed over, "You can't talk about them like that anymore!They're pretty good now, everyone says they have something to do with your police department!" Old Mel blinked, the gossip was over, and he got serious, "Old Grande is gone, well, that Hank is still there, and the two brothers have taken over the funeral home." ”

"It's good. Wes thought for a moment, he didn't care much about other people's affairs, "I remember they also adopted a sister, Alice, right?" How is she?" to people who have the same fate, there is a desire to understand.

Old Mel pouted, "I haven't seen much, but Matthew, Matthew works with them." ”

"Matthew, Matthew of Joseph's family?" Wes raised an eyebrow.

"yes. Old Mel smiled, "Yes, I thought that kid was going to be a postman for the rest of his life!"

Wes smiled and shook his head, "If it weren't for Joseph, he would have enlisted." ”

"Just like you!" said Old Mel with a smile, and then went down.

"Hey, Mel!" Wes sensed Mel's loss, "I'm fine, I like to be a soldier." ”

Old Mel patted Wes, "Now it's a police officer!we're all proud!" Old Mel's voice lowered, "though few are still alive." ”

"Hey. Wes's voice softened, "Don't say that, Mel. ”

"I know, I know. Old Mel nodded, smiled and patted the other on the shoulder, "They will be proud of you in heaven, too." ”

Something flashed in Wes's eyes and he nodded, "Well, heaven." "If there is such a place.

Old Mel shook his head quickly, "Don't talk about that, I should go and call Grande and ask them to come and see your car, maybe they'll buy you directly." ”

"Good. Thanks, Mel. Wes nodded, looking at the old stuff that had been piled up all over the place, "It's pretty much the same here." ”

Old Mel looked around and frowned, "I think you emptied that house!" Old Mel stared at a bag of what seemed to be sheets or something, "Where are you going to sleep at night?!"

"A friend was there, in the North End. Wes wiped the sweat from his forehead, "It's a police officer, it's a police detective." We serve together. ”

"Oh. Old Mel nodded, then suddenly remembered something, and slapped Wes without hesitation, "Hell! The guys who served with you are all coming to Patton, why did you come back so late!"

Wes squeezed his eyes and covered half of his hot face, but old Mel didn't care, "Mel! He's General Lance's son! He doesn't need to go through the normal procedures like me!"

Old Mel raised an eyebrow and snorted, "Five hundred more! Punish you for coming back so late!"