Chapter 273: Flowers
Avery. Farmer's expression has been a little strange since he answered the phone.
In the words of his roommate, it was like the grilled eel pie he had eaten at noon came to life in his stomach again, but it didn't look like he was unhappy: "What's wrong with you?" He asked with concern.
"My sister is getting married." Avery said.
"That's good," said the roommate, "your first sister?"
"I only have one sister." Avery said.
"Hey!" His roommate sat up from his bed, "You just told me last month that she's going to be the next A!" ”
Avery rubbed his temple hard, "She's changed her mind, she's decided to come back and get married—with a cop, and have a dozen children."
"I also keep the signed photo you gave me...... I thought I would be able to make a fortune on this in fifteen years. The roommate said disappointedly, "Or I can sell it to her son or daughter in fifteen years...... Mom's black history, what do you think?"
I can't even guarantee what will happen in fifteen months, Avery thought to herself, since she was able to bounce on her own legs, his sister didn't seem to have gone the way anyone had arranged for her—she had been fighting in kindergarten, she had been skipping school since sixth grade, she had been hanging out with boys, drinking, smoking, and drug abuse, and her parents had sent her to a strict boarding school for girls, and three months later she had been politely sent back because she had hooked up with half a dozen classmates and two teachers—both women.
She ran away from home at the age of seventeen, and her father yelled at her on the phone to fuck you, he didn't need this daughter who broke his heart and his wife and disgraced him anymore - but Avery knew that they loved her very much, they just couldn't accept what she did, and oh my God, the Farmer family wasn't a rich family, and they didn't have a long heritage. The original meaning of the surname "Famo" was to swell—if it weren't for the highway that had to cross the Famo family, they would now be just ordinary families under the economic pyramid of the Western Continent Federation—but the Famo family has always been innocent and disciplined, and there has never been a criminal in their family. There were no prostitutes either.
Ferrola's whims disappointed Avery's roommates, but his mom and dad were overjoyed. The call was from Avery's mother, and she was excited, and she asked Avery whether to get a new wedding dress for Ferrora or for Ferrora to wear her wedding dress - her marriage was happy and happy, and it would be a good omen - and she talked to all her good friends on the phone.
Ferrola's friends, the girls with rings on their lips, belly and nostrils, shaved heads, tattoos and painted black lips, have long since been erased from her mother's memory, and she needs some innocent good girls to be her bridesmaids. He booked his cousin's two children to be flower girls.
She also made a guest list of about 200 people, and planned to give the bride and groom a house.
Avery grimaced, wondering if Ferrora would run away with her police husband after learning of the arrangement.
His mother called him to get him to find some handsome and capable boys at school for the wedding, as she was looking at the guest list. I found that there were too many teenage girls: "Who will invite them to dance then?"
He invited his roommate, who had shaken off his previous frustration, "It's the first time I've been to a wedding that I'm not a relative," he said excitedly, "Should I give a gift?"
Avery scratched his hair, a habit inherited from his sister: "We were still students," he remembered of his roommate from the Pottery Society, "and burn them a fruit bowl and draw a bull on it." My sister loves bulls. ”
"Good idea." His roommate said.
Avery smiled happily, picked up his book, and prepared to go to the library, their room was different from Beelzebub and Sasha, it was a double room, and there was no reception room. The two beds, one on the left and the other on the right, are flanked by long, thin floor-to-ceiling windows, no bedside tables, high beds with drawers below for personal belongings, and each facing a wall at the foot of the bed. There is a movable picture frame on the wall that students can take off and put on their own posters or paintings, behind one wall is a bathroom with a shower, and behind one wall is a row of wardrobes, separated in the middle.
There is no place to put a writing desk, so they go to the library to read a book or do homework.
After moving out of Beelzebub and Sasha's apartments, Avery Thanks' parents wanted to apply for another suite or single room for Avery, but Avery refused, so he looked at other dorms and chose this one.
During that time, he was very sad when he saw Beelzebub and Sasha, and in addition to guilt, there was also a kind of hesitation and sadness of being despised and abandoned, especially Sasha. Hopkins, in Avery 's heart, he felt that he was the first to know Hopkins, and he had suffered and sinned together, and they should belong to the same country, not the Beelzebub. Bisandi.
He met Sasha in the library. Hopkins, he can't tell if he deliberately picked this time to go to the library - Hopkins doesn't have Bisandi by his side, right, Beelzebub. Bisandi is training right now, which gives Avery a little hope.
"My sister is getting married." He said, with a round face flushed.
"Congratulations." Hopkins' bland answer immediately wore away Avery little courage, he stood where he was, watching Hopkins walk away, a dark-haired girl waiting for him outside the library, he knew her, she was Lila, Hopkins's girlfriend, just transferred to Grande and entered the cheerleading team, some girls thought she used some small means to not see the light, but there was no evidence.
Lila held a large pod of dried virgin lavender, thistle, plum and violet wedges, wrapped in cotton paper. This lavender has thin leaves and short flower spikes, making it suitable for perfumes and fragrances.
"Is the work of the cultivation meeting over?" Sasha said.
"It's over." Lila said.
Self-beating Osien. After Douglas was arrested for murder and illegal drug manufacturing and trafficking, the dangerous plants he had planted were destroyed and his "Deep Water" club was ordered to be cancelled, but Grande kept his garden and laboratory - Mr. Senek took over, and he gave the small community built on it a harmless and soft name, the Claudes Cultivation Society, so as not to touch the sensitive nerves of the school committee, although the name could easily be confused with "Sunshine Weaving Society", "Old Mama's Cake Balls", etc...... Lay women's organizations such as these.
Just because he intervened, Bo'er. Douglas's plan failed before it could even begin, and the big black-haired, blue-eyed boy was so angry that he wanted to start a society of his own - and he had to join the sissy-sounding so-called Cult Society, so that he could use the land and equipment in the open, and to his frustration, Lila joined the Cult the very next day. If the society belonged to Boa, of course he could refuse Lila, but it belonged to Seneke. Boa also did not dare to go to his father, Fergus. If Douglas knew he wanted to take the leftovers from Osien, he would have to break both of his feet.
Sasha. Hopkins asked Lila to join the cultivation club just to give this badly behaved Xu Qiu a wake-up call - and see what he wants to do, there are enough things on Poseidon Island, there is no need to add another Bao'er. Douglas.
"This is for Dr. Hopkins?" Beelzebub said as he looked at the large lavender that could cover Lila's entire upper body.
He looked at Hopkins, a small purple spike of flowers peeking out of the boy's shirt pocket, "You look a little pitiful, brother."
"Eat." Chipkins said, handing over a paper bag, no smaller than a bouquet, filled with golden, plump fried chicken, cheese pie, and lemon soda with ice cubes.
Today's snack for the rugby players was beef, but for Beelzebub, a 48-ounce steak could only be described as a "warm-up". Like Sandi, he always has a passion like fire.
Recently, the coach has been a little nervous, Beelzebub thought, yesterday their training content was increased, today it is even worse, they were more than two hours late before they were allowed to leave the "barbecue", in the four-person team of the whole running and passing training, they almost lost sight of the ball.
The three of them walked along the Rio Grande, where broken rice sedges, cress, and rushes were growing vigorously, and the flowering of the trumpet-daffodils had long since ended, leaving only a cluster of dark green leaves in the shape of daggers, golden yellow as small as palms, flesh-colored water lilies, and long-petaled mushrooms with three-petaled white flowers, and five-petaled wedges of verbena blooming lively, and tough reeds that had grown into a kingdom by the river, grayish-yellow, light and soft reeds like clouds floating on the turquoise river.
Sasha remembers seeing a little duck with black fluff by the river.
"Did you hear anything?" Beelzebub asked suddenly.
Intermittent, milky and milky bark, but not ducks, but cats.
((One second to remember)