In addition, there is a grinding time on the road, and when I arrive at Nannan Street, I can already prepare for lunch.

The car was not allowed to be parked, and in the far parking lot, Jolde and the two women got out of the car first, and the father went in to find a parking space.

Dad was always silent, but not very attentive...... Well, these two traits may seem like nothing to be connected to, but of course it's just Jolder's wishful thinking that silent people always have more time to think.

So just like that, Jolde almost hit a stone when he got out of the car. The stone was cut into a rectangular shape, with an iron ring at the top, which was used to tie the thread—there was a flat balloon with a mouse's head painted on it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's walk next!" Jolde was still yawning. The weather is so nice today, and it's very comfortable to sleep in.

Well, the weather was fine today – Ms. Sarina put on her fur coat when she got out of the car. In recent years, hunting has been allowed, and it is not possible to make clothes, which Ms. Sarina bought when she first got married, and she still wears them on important occasions.

Oh no, that's not to say that she cherishes this trip, but that Ms. Sarina has a lot of important occasions.

"You're going to get hot when you walk for a while."

"Of course, I'm so good."

Childe no longer persuaded them, they just loved beauty, even though the style of the dress was outdated by now.

"It's okay, it's okay to help Aunt Qiao take it when it's hot for a while."

Okay, Jolde feels like he's lost again. He had to smile and praise: "You're right. ”

-

But Ms. Sarina never took off her expensive, pink fur coat. At noon they ate grilled fish, and Ms. Sarina was enjoying it at the steaming roadside stall.

Helde often wondered, wondering how his mother had done it—she wasn't elegant, at least not at all in his eyes. To be able to delicately pick out fish bones in that fur sweater was incredible to him.

In the afternoon, the women did not go shopping. It's easy to imagine that Jolde bets they're here to buy clothes—everywhere, or jewelry. But the things here seem to be sold to children, or young girls.

Ms. Sarina bought a hat with pink feathers, which she thought would go well with her dress. When Childe asks her why she doesn't wear a hat and goes out, she complains that her father didn't buy it.

That's pretty much it, and with the heart of "coming and coming", I bought something casually. There was something that Jolde didn't care too much about, and he felt that the event would be as unsatisfactory as he had thought at the beginning.

The fish at noon is not delicious at all, there are too many spines, and the boss also said that only such fish is fragrant. Childe didn't eat much, and by the afternoon St. Cillin had secretly stuffed him with a loaf of bread.

He also went to throw the ball, a white hollow ball, to knock down the dolls arranged in a row in front of him, and if he succeeded, he could take away a big one. After losing his twenty-first coin, he stopped.

At this time, Ms. Sarina half-mockingly said that he had won the best birthday present of the year, because he had chosen it for himself, and said that if it was a saint, he would have gotten the doll a long time ago.

After walking a few steps, she turned around and said, "I won't touch this kind of money cheating thing, even if I have tens of millions of gold coins, I won't smash it here!" ”

Undoubtedly, Lady Sarina's remark was very inappropriate, and she seemed to have just quarreled with Mulne's father over something—of course, unilaterally.

St. Sirin handed over the last coin, she also failed, and the two men left holding hands.

Before leaving, the two ladies went to the toilet, and Jolde secretly pulled his father to ask. They rarely speak, but now that's it.

"There's a master over there teaching the exercises, and Sasha has to learn it."

It is no surprise that Daddy's overlapping words were learned from my mother, and every time I listen to this silent man, it is rare to say such a title, which is a bit strange to be honest. Jolde nodded, understanding. It's really too much to think about the middle-aged fat figure to practice, and what to do after practicing? To the border to fight against the invading foreigners?

By the time the ladies reappeared, holding hands, Childe could assume that St. Cillin had succeeded. That's what it was, my mother couldn't find a second person who was willing to put up with her bad temper like that, and she always changed like that.

-

After a week, my mother, who had been silent for a long time, seemed to be unconvinced again. She started talking about moving, going to a newly built city.

In the memories of Jord's childhood, they often had no fixed home, but the town they live in now is something that my mother likes very much. After living so long, the neighborhood was harmonious, and she thought about moving, and Joeld couldn't think of any reason.

The new city is called Tatasia, and it has a great nickname called the city of Babel, just like the warriors of the human race, and has the title of Batotian. The nickname comes from a local landmark, a tall tower.

Because the area is cloudy and rainy, it looks like it's getting short - oh no, it's the buildings that can reach the sky.

The new town is an attractive building, with a tower that claims to be the tallest in the world and the largest theater in the country. But after analysis, Childe decided that it was not the theater that attracted the old mother, but the lectures of the immortals.

She seems to be obsessed with these things lately, and there have been signs since she went to Nannan Street before, supposedly for the sake of her son, who spent a lot of money on training but failed to find a magnificent job, and wanted to shed less tears. In this way, it is difficult for Jolde to say anything, he does not like to argue, even if he always wants it.

After a few more days, the old mother who was full of mobility left a note, saying that she took her father to Babel City to check the situation first, and by the way, she should take a trip. Joelde was noncommittal and began living alone.

Sometimes St. Sirin would come to visit him. When he was fine, he always liked to sleep a little more, and St. Sirin was right next to him, sometimes grabbing his hand and fiddling with it at will.

Each time, Childe felt that she was grabbing his hand and asking him, "When are you going to tell your parents?" Or should I talk about it after all? ”