An autumn wind had just passed, a cold rain had come, and the next morning, the chill had penetrated through the cracks in the window frames, but it had been dissipated in the warm air of the house.

Jason slipped out of the soft, comfortable quilt, reached for his messy, bird's nest-like hair, stretched by the bed, and opened the window.

He shivered the moment the cold air came in, and then hurriedly closed the gap in the window a little smaller.

He pulled on his slippers, opened the door, and without turning back, walked towards the public water room at the end of the hallway.

The area of the water room is about two bedrooms, there are four drain faucets in the middle, and all the faucets are hung on the wall.

Jason yawned and saw that there was a faucet at hand, he walked over, unscrewed the faucet, washed his face with cold water twice, and then walked to the cabinet at the end of the water room, and took out his toothcup and toothbrush to wash.

The two children next to them brushed their mouths full of foam from their toothbrushes, laughing and spraying bubbles at each other, most of them were very curious about brushing their teeth, especially the toothpaste that Wanshiwu bought was very foamy, and after brushing, they could almost pretend to be Santa Claus.

After washing up, Jason went back to the house to change his clothes, and then went to the office of the Masterhouse and walked around, and found that everything was normal here.

The children were like fish swimming through the coral and seaweed, and the strong wind outside the window did not affect them at all, and some even sweated from running back and forth.

At this time, the rosiness on their faces and the hope in their eyes were something they had never seen before.

After a while, Jason led the younger children to the nursery, handed them over to the older girls, and then went downstairs to the school to urge the other children to read.

After finishing his work in the building, he left the building again, got on a bicycle, and headed for the Iceberg Restaurant.

As soon as the wind chimes rang, the waiter hurriedly walked up and took Jason to his office upstairs in the restaurant.

In addition to Copote, there were several other children, who were the little beggars that Colport had rescued earlier.

They were still very thin, but their faces and physical condition were much better, and the 351 regiment was talking in a low voice.

Colbert and Jason led them out, and Jason beckoned to them and said, "Come with me, we have two children there, and we have a better house in the second phase, and their rooms are empty, you can live in them first, and then come back when you finish the renovation here......

The kids were a little scared, but Cobot got into the car first, and they obviously trusted the leader so much that they led you to push me into the car.

Dropping the kids off at Jason's Masterhouse, Copote didn't get into the car when he came out of the building, but planned to take a walk around the East End.

Bypassing the building from the first and second phases, behind is the construction site of the third and fourth phases, at this time, the building has been built almost halfway, and further on, it is not far from the iceberg restaurant The fifth and sixth phases of the project,

One construction site after another, like spring shoots from the ground, thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground, and nothing is more shocking than this.

Cobott hadn't read much, but he could still feel the magnificence of the changing times, the roar of huge machines, like the wheels of history rolling by, the bigger and taller buildings, like the branches of human society constantly climbing upward.

After returning to the Iceberg Restaurant, he drove alone to the North District, which seemed very quiet, or rather a little lifeless, compared to the East District, which was full of construction.

The car drove very slowly, so Copote could see through the windows of the car that in those manor windows, many of the leaders of the twelve families were intently admiring the collections they had just acquired.

Beautiful paintings, delicate sculptures, and antiques full of history, but they stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people standing upstairs also look at them.

Cobott felt that the leaders of the twelve families were like antiques left over from the previous era, with the hazy and dim atmosphere of the last century, exquisite and fragile.

If they can wake up early, they may still be able to occupy a place in the new era, but if they are not willing to do so, then museums are the best place for them.

The car stopped in front of the Falcone manor, and when Copote walked out of the door, he subconsciously grabbed his tie and stomped his foot, then he paused, shook his head, and strode into the manor.

He met Alberto in the reception room, and Colbert stepped forward, shook his hand, and said, "I heard you're engaged? Congratulations, but I don't know which family the woman is from......

Alberto shook his head and said, "No, she's not from Gotham, she's a girl from the metropolis that Evans met when he was rehearsing for a play, and the two of them fell in love, and the godfather didn't object."

Colbert raised an eyebrow, as if he had some doubts about the last sentence, and Alberto said, "I know that it is rumored that the godfather relied on his wife's maiden family to gain power, but in fact, my mother is not a native of Gotham, nor is she from a wealthy family, he is just a fisherman's little daughter, from a small seaside town."

"You two brothers...... I mean, this disease of yours...... Well, wouldn't you have an opinion?" Cobott asked tactfully, referring to Alberto and Evans' dissociative identity disorder.

Alberto shook his head and said, "I can't understand love, and I don't want to pursue anyone who is truly loved, but I hope that the Falcone family can stand in a wider world, and can transcend the rules and laws of Gotham to achieve true glory."

"When is the engagement ceremony taking place?" Cobot asked again.

"In a week's time, why don't you choose the location at Iceberg Restaurant? When the time comes, all the celebrities in Gotham will gather there, and it will be good for your business."

But Colbert shook his head and said, "I don't want to deal with the Twelve Families right now, they are full of Renaissance and Impressionism right now, and God, do they remember being a gangster family?"

Alberto laughed and said, "People are like this, after having acquired the wealth that violence and blood have accumulated for them, they desperately want to get rid of their origins and prove their nobility with all kinds of things."

"You don't have to get bored with them, maybe soon, you won't see most of them again." Alberto shook his head and said, "Wayne won't be waiting long."

As he looked out the window, the red leaves fell, the golden ginkgo biloba covered the sermon, and on the day of the engagement ceremony, the entire Iceberg Restaurant was covered with colorful fallen leaves, as if celebrating the couple.

Pairs of shiny leather shoes stepped onto the red carpet, and one after another leaders in suits and leather shoes walked into the brightly lit halls.

Laughter, blessings and music rang out at the same time, and the bright red poppies, the golden chandeliers, and the deep twilight curtains reflected each other.

「…… My student, a sincere, upright and energetic young man, and such a beautiful, dignified and noble girl, will make a lifelong promise to each other today......

"As Mr. Falcone's teacher, I am very pleased that such an excellent student, a beloved junior, a beloved son of God, a man of faith and righteousness, deserves unswerving love......

At the very front of the hall, Schiller glanced at Evans, then at the future Mrs. Falcone, and then at the godfather who stood behind Evans.

It was the first time the old godfather had stood behind someone, but he seemed very calm, with some nostalgia in his expression.

Then Schiller began to pray, saying, "I have been instructed by the merciful Father to witness the promise made by a new couple, which St. Peter has said......

With some obscure prayers, Evans took his fiancée's hand and turned to look at the cameraman's lens.

Copote, Bruce, Dick, Jason, and many of Evans' classmates all walked up and stood in several rows.

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There was a click, accompanied by applause and applause, and the photo flew out of the camera and landed on a brown table.

A hand wearing a black leather glove, gently caressing the surface of the photograph with his fingertips, he put down the violin case in his hand, took off the felt hat on his head, and sat down in the seat of the train car.

A distant air whistle sounded, white smoke rose up, and the red carriages ran through the valley.

"Hello, sir, do you want a cigarette?" The cigarette boy on the train knocked on the door of the carriage, and the door slowly opened, revealing an old face, although gray sideburns, but not angry.

The cigarette boy saw the cigar box he had in hand, smiled apologetically at him, and was about to leave, but the old man stopped him, handed him a roll of money, and asked in Italian, "When will you arrive?"

"Sir, if you're talking about the next stop, there's still ten minutes."

After saying that, the tobacco boy left, and when the next station arrived, another person came in the carriage.

Seeing the old man on the other side, his fingertips trembled slightly, he took off his hat and put it on his chest, and said, "Sir, may I sit here?"

"Of course."

The person on the other side heard it, and the old man's Italian always had a sinking tail, just like the people of the previous era.

"Do you know when the next stop will be there?" The classical Italian language echoed through the carriage, and the man opposite replied, "It will be about twenty minutes later, and if it is the final stop, it may be a few hours......

"It's okay, as long as you can get there."

There was silence in the carriage, and the man on the other side caught a glimpse of the violin box under the table, his fingers clenched.

"Relax, kid, God bless you."

The old man opposite lit a cigar, put it in his mouth, and said vaguely.

He turned his head out the window, looked at the landscape like an impressionist painting, and quickly retreated around him.

The soft clatter of the doors of the carriages, the cacophony of the doors, the aroma of leather and cigars in the carriage, the occasional bells, and the loud greetings of the waiters...... Everything was like when he was younger.

He thought that the legend of the past forty years had finally come to an end, and in the smoke of the cigars, he saw the calm and peaceful shore, the fishing boats in the sunset, and the beautiful little town girls......

In front of the window of Falcone's estate, Alberto saw Gotham's lighthouse light up, emitting a misty light, leading the ship home on another cold, rainy night.

The young godfather looked far away, crossed the indistinct shoreline in the rain line, and saw the distant and beautiful Sicily, to which the hero of the legend had spoken to him several times.