Come to Sheila's quarters.

Bart and Baker, standing in the courtyard, their steps grinding.

Batra slapped Radine's sleeve: "Dean, how is your mom feeling lately?" ”

"Pretty good." , Dean seemed to think of something, and added: "It's Thompson who has recently fallen in love, and my mother often feels that she is going to be alone." ”

Bart breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good to be in a good mood, at least the old girl won't do it to herself.

Baker's face showed a look of pain, and he scolded in a low voice: "FK, I should have spent some money to hire a girl to come back with me, it's miserable." ”

Urging marriage is actually not uncommon here.

Especially in some families with a strong collective atmosphere.

But no matter how reluctant Baker was.

The distance of seven or eight meters is still over after all.

The door wasn't closed.

Warm lights smudged.

The stereo plays a brisk country ballad.

The table is filled with large and small dishes and desserts and soups, and long candles are scattered in a line, waiting for the host to light them and release the warm candle flame.

The location of the living room near the fireplace.

There is a small triangular Christmas tree with a height of about 1.5 meters, which is full of colorful lights, ribbons, gift boxes, and a cute little squirrel squatting under the tree.

Sinclair is diligently arranging small snowflake charms and colorful ribbons at home to make the Christmas atmosphere even more intense.

Thompson also stood on tiptoe and hung small colored lights on the wall.

Humming an Italian ballad, Sheila, is busy in the kitchen, baking pizza and a large pot of Italian rice next to her.

See it all.

A gentle smile appeared on the corner of Dean's mouth: "Mom, I brought your precious eldest son and second brother back. ”

The three stopped.

Thompson looked at Baker with some hesitation, marveled at his size, and called weakly, "Big brother, uncle." ”

His personality was not as open as it is now, he rarely talked to his eldest brother before, and his second uncle was often outside, so the best relationship was with his uncle who taught him to hunt and play with guns.

Sinclair is much more ripe.

She greeted her in a hurry, and after saying hello sweetly, she stretched out her little hand: "Big brother, second uncle, you left the lovely Sinclair, you haven't come back for so many years, have you prepared a gift this time." ”

Baker scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Sinclair, you've grown a lot taller, I did have a gift for you, but it was for you for Christmas." ”

"Shouldn't it be double?" Sinclair twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at Bart, and said aggrievedly: "Second uncle, what about you?" ”

Bart obviously understands Sinclair better than Baker, the eldest brother, and took out two small badges from his pocket with a smile: "This is the gadget that Baker and I got in the Indian gathering, symbolizing bravery and beauty, you and Thompson have one each." ”

"Thank you."

Sinclair happily took it.

She didn't really want a gift, but just expressed her presence in the hearts of her family in this special way.

Mother Sheila, when she heard the movement, also stopped what she was doing, clasped her hands in front of her chest, shrugged down with a happy expression on her face, and the corners of her mouth twitched: "Tsk, the missing members of the family are finally willing to come back." ”

Baker's expression was embarrassed: "Mom." ”

Bart shrank behind Baker's tall figure and said weakly, "Sister, long time no see." ”

His younger sister could shoot wild boars at the age of eight, and at the age of fifteen or sixteen, she became the most powerful cowgirl on more than a dozen farms at that time.

Peers who have beaten, I don't know how many.

The old man of the family regretted that Sheila was a girl more than once, otherwise he could have taken them back to New York and reproduced the glory of the family in the forties and fifties.

If it weren't for the bad luck of Daddy Dean, when he came to buy a foal, he was taken by Sheila and forcibly tied back, and finally had children in a down-to-earth manner.

Maybe Sheila has become a farm tyrant now.

The excitement in Sheila's eyes was obviously unable to hide it, and it was almost overflowing, but she still held the shelf, tilted her head, and walked to Baker, who was bowing his head: "Didn't you say on the phone that you are very popular with girls, what about women?" ”

"That.", Baker, who was five big and three thick, his face was red, and he couldn't hold back a fart.

This guy is so sincere, it's no wonder that he is very depressed in the warehousing industry.

Bart couldn't stand it anymore, and said boldly: "Sheila, you know, we often run from south to north, and few girls are willing to follow this hardship, and"

"Shut up!" , Sheila glanced at him: "Bart, as a forty-seven-year-old bachelor, you need to reflect on yourself even more, my mother has said more than once that it is better to give birth to you than to give birth to a little cow, at least the little cow can be milked when it grows up." ”

Bart: "."

Didn't my mom like me the most before!

You actually said that about me in front of Sheila!

It's so sad.

After slapping the two of them.

Sheila snorted: "Okay, don't block the door here, come over and eat." ”

Dean smiled and pulled Rabek and Bart: "Mom is hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, she knows that you are coming back today, she is so excited, she has been up since five o'clock in the morning to prepare the ingredients, and she has forced Thompson to decorate the house, and she has been busy until now." ”

Real relatives complain about you in their mouths, but they can't hide the kindness in their hearts.

A few home-brewed beers to eat down.

And the crowd let go.

Bart talked about his strange anecdotes over the years: there was a garbage guy who drove to a warehouse where the deceased old man was hidden, and became rich overnight. There are industry bigwigs, who fought a lot of money, and finally worked hard all night, but they were forced to load away a cart of garbage

Baker was much more silent.

The only thing he deserves praise may be that he has left a lion Baker in the industry for more than three years.

The one he beats.

It doesn't add up to a hundred, but there are eighty.

Baker's biggest money didn't come from the warehouse.

It was him and Bart who were about to come back, but found that they had no money for the air ticket, so in desperation, they went to work in a bar to earn travel expenses.

Bart works as a bartender.

He's a 'sexy' bartender – the kind of muscular waiter in a sexy little apron.

Occasionally, Baker would go to their homes at the invitation of some female guests to help fix the water pipes and unclog the sewers, and earn some hard-earned money.

A month of time.

Baker found himself making more money than he had made the year before.

If not to come back for Christmas.

Baker reckons he might consider a career change.

But this matter is inconvenient to talk about.

In a word.

Tonight's meal was quite enjoyable.

The next day.

A large group of people, driving in two cars, rushed to the farm, which was located on the outskirts.

Farmers in the United States are, strictly speaking, more like landlords, with ownership of the land and forests, and are very free to plant on the farm or graze on the pasture.

Dean's grandfather was such a small and medium-sized farmer, with a few plots of farmland, a lot of corn crops, a few pastures, a few beef cattle, cows and lambs, a special horse farm, a vineyard, and a small oak forest.

It's hard to say about the overall assets.

But raised more than a dozen cowboys and their families.

In the early years.

Grandpa Dean even led his cowboys to kill many of his peers, burying their bones in the soil under their feet before they were stabilized.

In short, he is not a good person.

But as I get older.

In Dean's impression, the things on the farm are handled by the uncle and the cowboys, and the grandfather and grandmother, in addition to fishing, usually go to New York for travel, and meet old friends by the way, and are almost retired.

Dean's grandfather, near the oak forest, built a very ordinary Italian-style Tuscan building, with oak white railings enclosing a manicured lawn courtyard, quite a kind of seclusion in the mountains and forests.

The little old man was wearing suspender jeans, and was taking a middle-aged and young man to cook a fat little lamb, surrounded by a dozen white families, forming a large circle, drinking home-brewed corn wine, chatting and farting.

Hear the car moving.

Old Ryan hurriedly put down his work and greeted him.

Dean was actually 'first' meeting with someone from his grandfather's side.

But surprisingly unfamiliar.

Fusing the memories of the predecessor, it is one thing.

The main ones are grandfather Lao Ryan and uncle Ryan Jr., all of whom have very bold personalities, and that kind of enthusiasm without barriers makes it difficult for you to be on guard.

Dean and the others received a warm welcome.

Bart was miserable.

Old Ryan directly picked up the horsewhip next to him and gave him a few blows before letting the distressed old woman walk into the room with her, telling her thoughts that she hadn't seen for several years.

Beat up your son.

Old Ryan looked at Baker and Dean with unconcealed liking in his eyes: "Beck, you look more manly than you did three years ago, and you deserve to be our Luches species!" And Dean, you're almost carved out of the same mold as your great-grandfather, if not your mother."

"Ahem!" Sheila coughed twice, looked at Old Ryan's eyes full of threats, and changed the subject: "Daddy, how did I see the people of the Xili family?" ”

Little Ryan on the side frowned: "Harry Ciri was killed in bed the day before yesterday, he is the grandson of the Lucches family in New York, so those bastards want us to go over and mourn when the time comes." ”

Hear the name.

Dean, who had not spoken, raised his eyebrows and interjected: "Uncle, you mean Harry Ciri?" The guy who opened the car supermarket? ”

Isn't this the same as Green Ruosi, and he sent photos to humiliate his criticism?

The No. 1 killer in South America was frightened by Ruosi's background and said that he would solve the other party for free, but there has been no movement since then.

Now it seems that Harry Siri has hung up, but his family should know something and does not dare to say anything.

"Yes, it's him, I guess he offended some big guy, anyway, his father didn't stand up to speak, but they and us, after all, were still related by blood a few decades ago, so we may have to go to New York this time."

Little Ryan said this, his face was not very good-looking.

They were part of the Luches family, and in the forties, at the height of the mafia, the struggle was lost, and they moved to Los Angeles, where they slowly became well-established.

This time, the Luczes family in New York took this opportunity to suddenly contact their already inconspicuous one, and they didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd!

"That's it!"

The elder Ryan glared at his eldest son, stopped the conversation, and led the group into the courtyard, where he solemnly introduced Dean to the cowboys and their families.

Today is Dean's twenty-second birthday.

Of course, the main reason is that the old Ryan wanted to inherit Dean and inherit the surname Luches, which caused Sheila to look at him very tightly and rarely let Dean live here alone.

So the cowboys are not very familiar with him.

But these are the little things.

Dean drained a small pot of corn wine in one go, and was immediately greeted by them.

Conversations.

Dean realized that this group of cowboys should be the mafia who followed the old Ryan's generation back then, but after losing the struggle, they came here to beg for a living.

In fact, they can be regarded as leaving in time.

A few years later.

The FBI carried out a purge of these mafia.

Although it can't break the roots.

But that group of bigwigs with infinite scenery, the jailers in prison, and the bloody streets on the bloody streets, on the contrary, are the old Ryan who left early, and now most of them have both children and have their own careers.

Now the Italian mafia in the United States, although it has eased up, changed its form, and intervened in the entertainment industry, but its momentum is not as good as before, like a dog with broken bones, low-key is not good, only in those Hollywood movies, their legends are still circulating.

Evening.

The cowboys left with their families.

Old Ryan led a brown pony of about 1.2 meters and walked up to Dean: "My grandson, I promised you that I would choose a well-blooded Quart foal for you, come, give it a try." ”

The Quarter Horse is best known in the United States for horse racing, but it is also popular with western cowboys, making it the best cowboy companion before the mechanized era.

Even now.

A high-quality Quarter horse is also worth at least more than $100,000.

It's a very valuable gift.

Dean had never ridden a horse himself, but he had memories of it in his life.

With some trepidation, he wanted to touch the foal to see if it would reject him.

As a result, Dean just got closer.

The foal trampled restlessly on the grass and kept backing up.

Old Ryan frowned, touched the foal's head soothingly, and said strangely, "Dean, have you been in contact with any beasts lately?" ”

Dean suddenly said, "Yes, I went into the mountains and fought a few gray wolves." ”

said.

He winked at Thompson.

Thompson hurriedly ran to the car outside and took out three rolls of wrapped wolf skins.

The three wolf skins have been simply processed, but they still need to be further processed before they can be used as decorations and used to be processed into clothes.

"This is my gift for you."

Little Ryan picked up the leather and shook it, sniffing the fishy smell on it, and a smile appeared on his face: "It's an adult North American gray wolf, Dean, it seems that you are lucky, this thing is rare here." ”

It's a lot of fun.

It was about ten in the evening.

Sheila takes Thompson and Sinclair to talk to her grandmother.

Dean's group of men followed Old Ryan to the living room in the house.

It's got the taste of an Italian conference hall.

Five or six meters long, two rows of neat oak chairs, and behind the first seat in the center, hung a portrait of a handsome man with black hair.

If you look closely.

The man's facial features were somewhat similar to Dean's, but the other's eyes were deeper.

Underneath the frame, there is a line of small print: Haus Luches.

He is the father of Ryan Sr. and the founder of a branch of the Luches family.

Old Ryan sat in the first place, picked up the spoon, and tapped the plate, his weather-covered face was flushed with tiredness: "Ladies and gentlemen, as a member of the Luches family, we are now facing a big problem. ”

Not in good shape.

I feel that what I write and what I think in my head are completely different things.

In addition, the dog thief has no yang.

I didn't win the bid, but I had a low-grade fever.

The staff said that the urban area has been opened, and it is estimated that they will pay attention to it in the future, and they also brought an electric heater to the dog thief.

Thanksgiving!

The dog thief now goes take a hot shower and see if he can come back to life at full health.

If not.

I have 6,000 left, so I owe it first, and I will make up tomorrow.

Otherwise, it is also watery when it is written, it is plain and bland, and it also disrupts the original plot rhythm and foreshadowing.

(End of chapter)