Denver, west of the city, a small white courtyard surrounded by a fence.

It was a sunny evening.

Arvada Jankolovsky's mood was as sunny as it was on this day.

He had just returned from the Warburg family's kennel farm and had bought a small silver brooch for his fiancée, Helena, on the way.

Young Jankolovsky whistled and imagined pinning this chic silver brooch to Helena's majestic breasts, and the fire in his heart burned to his face, and it was hot.

"Helena, dear Helena, open the door!"

Jankolovsky knocked on the door, then stood by the door and waited. He put his hand in his pocket, and in his pocket was the piping hot little box, and in the small box was the silver brooch. He thought that Helena would tell him to pin it to her chest with his own hands!

"Dear Helian Lian, you make my heart so anxious, I'm going to burn if I wait any longer!"

Young Arvada Jankolovski couldn't help but call the door again.

But after a while, the door still didn't open.

Jankolovsky couldn't help but want to knock harder, but he thought about it and didn't allow himself to do such a rude thing. He walked half a circle around the fence and got through a dog hole.

The dog in the yard came up and sniffed it, and lay back listlessly.

His job was to train dogs for the Warburg family, and he was quite professional at this point, so he also tamed his fiancée's dog.

Following the outdoor wooden floor that had been soaked and rotted by the rain, he climbed through a window - this wooden floor was made by him in order to bask in the sun with Helena the year before last, and Jankolovsky was so restless that he couldn't control it, don't say that he made a wooden floor in the yard for Helena, even if Helena wants his heart, he will not hesitate to cut it off and sprinkle some mustard and hand it over!

"Helena, my little honey......"

Arvada Jankolovsky lowered his voice and gently called the name of his little liver.

However, at this moment, he heard another man's voice from the direction of the bedroom:

"Helena, bite me ......"

Katsa!

This crisp sound is the sound of Arvada Jankolovsky's heart breaking.

He was in disbelief, but in addition to the man's voice, there was also his Helena, who was saying loudly in a tone he had never heard before, "Oh, yes, yes, yes......"

Along with it, there is the sound of the bed squeaking and crunching. The bed had a broken leg, which Mr. Jankolovsky had repaired himself last month.

Trembling, he reached out, placed it on the doorknob, and gently pushed it open.

The box in his hand fell to the ground with a 'click'.

……

Lost in his soul, Arvada Yankolovsky returned to his cabin, where only a dog accompanied him.

He closed the door, closed the curtains, and ate noodles in the dark room.

Tears fell into the bowl, salty.

I don't know how long it took, but the oil in the noodle soup had solidified, and he heard the sound of 'Bang Bang Bang' knocking on the door.

At first he thought it was his hallucination, but after listening carefully for a while, he confirmed that it was indeed someone knocking on the door.

So he walked to the door with a bowl of cold noodle soup and opened it.

He didn't know why he was holding that bowl of noodle soup, but he was about to lose the ability to think now.

When he first arrived in Denver three years ago, Helena's grandfather, Husky Sr., was still there. The elder Husky was a dog trainer at Warburg and unfortunately broke his leg and lost his ability to work.

In Denver, a guy who has lost the ability to work and has little savings can't survive, Denver doesn't support idlers, and the Warburgs, although they are known for their charity, can't let Husky stay any longer.

After Husky paid the Warburg family $300 in lost time pay, all he had left was enough money for the doctor to sawed off his blackened leg.

To add insult to injury, young Helena was saddled with debt because of a Hermes bag, which was of course no problem when Husky was still working, but now that Husky himself is unable to protect, this debt is very fatal.

The poor family is likely to be kicked out of Denver in a week - as the Warburg family's non-performing assets, it is natural that they need to be divested as soon as possible!

It was at this time that Arvada Jankolovski came to Helena......

He still remembered that Husky, who was dying, lay on the bed, took Helena's hand and put it in his hand, and he had to promise to marry her before he could take his last breath!

Jankolovsky felt that the old Husky was really worried: couldn't he see how beautiful his granddaughter was? Didn't he know that the young man in front of him had fallen in love with Helena when he first saw her? Doesn't he know what love is?

At that time, Arvada Yankolovsky felt that he must be the luckiest person in the world to meet a beautiful woman like Helena at the best age and in the best place in Denver!

Just after Husky was buried, Yankolovsky and Helena were soon engaged.

But they were not officially married, because the beautiful Helena felt that the love had come too quickly and that it would take her some time to get used to. She swore that she was in love with Yankulovsky, and in her words: "I don't dislike that you only make $3 a week, and if that doesn't count as love, what else does it count?" ”

Arvada Jankulovsky felt that Helena might indeed need a little time, after all, her appearance was a bit rash.

He was waiting for Helena to accept her, they were already engaged anyway, and it was only a matter of time before they fell in love.

In this way, the young Arvada Jankulovsky waited three years.

During those three years, he initially earned $3 a week, and as his dog trainers got better and better, his salary has now risen to $5 a week.

Moreover, on one occasion, he managed to take Helena's hand.

……

"Arvada Jankulovsky?" Outside the door stood a strange man with a stubble on his face.

"Hmm." Jankulovsky nodded.

The man looked Yankulovsky up and down for a moment, then took something like a black iron badge from his pocket and shook it in front of him.

"The God that we all worship, though by different names, will surely remember our good deeds." The weirdo said in a strange language.

Arvada Jankulovsky fell to the ground with a thud as he carried the bowl of noodle soup.

In a language he had almost forgotten, he replied, "The day will come when we will gather around his throne of all sex, of rank, of colour, and that will not be too far off!" "***Note***

Then he reached into the placket of his chest and pulled out a black iron badge that looked exactly like the strange man.