Brooklyn's expectations were not disappointed. I don't know which double yellow song Winston sang with Frank, and successfully persuaded the Scorpio group to switch to New York.

Neil Kavrey, however, is in trouble. For some reason, Pete insisted on refusing to let go, and under the pressure of Winston + Brooklyn + Frank, he bit Neil Kavrey's ownership in FbI.

This made Frank particularly angry, which directly led to the small party in the corner breaking up. Neil Kavrey didn't seem to be very happy either, and greeted Brooklyn every other moment and left early.

This is probably the only flaw of this wedding. Later, Brooklyn also met Bishop Crémont.

The Bishop was the same as the two of them when they first met, and followed Brooklyn in his footsteps, cautiously smiling and asking him where he should go next.

Brooklyn asked him to contact Bob or Anthony tomorrow to express his appreciation for Cremont's cooperation in the resource support project.

He didn't embarrass Cremont, even though the first time they met, Cremont nearly capsized the Brooklyn gutter — and in Brooklyn's view, there was no better revenge than to turn Cremont into what it is.

The current situation in Cremont is both a revenge and a wake-up call. Be wary that one day you too might become Crémont.

The banquet was held until late that day, and the guests said goodbye one after another. Brooklyn and Anne were so tired that Harrison drove them home, washed up and went straight to sleep.

In accordance with federal wedding custom, after the wedding, the couple will write a handwritten thank you note thanking all the guests who came to the wedding and give them their wedding gifts.

It happened that Anne was now pregnant and it was inconvenient to go out for a honeymoon, so the two agreed to wait for the birth of the child and go on the honeymoon on the first anniversary of their marriage.

So, on the second day of the wedding, Anne and Brooklyn stayed at home and wrote a handwritten thank you note. While Brooklyn didn't send invitations with a list of gifts indicating that guests didn't need to bring gifts and could come to the wedding, the truth was that no one came empty-handed.

Brooklyn and Anne Lin always received a lot of strange things. For example, a brand new police uniform, with handcuffs and batons that come with the uniform.

Brooklyn seriously suspects that this thing was sent by Frank. Fortunately, he was busy yesterday, and he didn't unpack it on the spot...... Handwriting a thank you note is a job that is easy to say and easy to say, and not easy to say.

If you want to be relaxed, copy a template for each thank-you letter, or make a slight change and write a perfunctory letter to get through.

If Brooklyn was going to do this, he could have given it to Bob and Webster and let them do it for themselves.

They will do their best to do their duty, and those who receive the letter can feel the sincerity and respect of the newcomer when they read it, and Brooklyn can save time and effort.

In fact, he did have the intention, but Anne stopped him. Anne asked him

"Why should you give it to someone else for such a fun thing?" Although Brooklyn didn't find it fun to write letters, looking at Anne's complicated eyes, he finally chose to write by hand.

So the two of them got together, with a computer in front of them, surrounded by a large pile of stationery and envelopes, and Anne also got fire paint and stamps.

Including the letter paper and envelope are also chosen by Anne, which is quite classical. When Brooklyn saw the pile, he mockingly asked Anne why she didn't buy a quill to use with them, and Anne rolled her eyes.

If you use a computer and write an email, with the power of Brooklyn's good two-finger Zen, it is still relatively easy.

But now it's pure handwriting, and you have to think about the wording, you have to be genuine, and you have to write beautifully, which is a bit difficult for Brooklyn.

Although the guests invited to the wedding are all relatives and friends, the relatives and friends brought by relatives and friends are not necessarily his relatives and friends.

When writing letters to friends and family, he can also have a novel and interesting experience, pretending that he is the person before the phone call appears, and that the recipient is a pen pal...... Imagining the performance of a few friends at yesterday's wedding, Brooklyn wrote a whole page of letter paper with the help of a god, and it was very smooth.

When it was the turn of friends and relatives to bring in friends, Brooklyn was blinded. Just like a scumbag facing the last math problem, he looked up, looked left and right, stretched his neck to look at Anne, the 'tablemate', lowered his head and wrote two words, stopped again, looked up again, got up to pour a glass of water, went to the toilet, and ate a little bit...... It took half a day to hold back two lines.

Anne was slow to write at first, being half left behind by Brooklyn, and has now overtaken.

Seeing Brooklyn's uncomfortable appearance, Anne looked at him with a particularly complicated look. She scrutinized Brooklyn's letters and found that Brooklyn's previous letters were written in a very personal style.

The language is humorous, the words and sentences are rigorous, and the letter format is strictly adhered to, and the writing style is very natural.

It's like communicating with the most familiar pen pals, just two lines, it takes an hour, the elegant and natural handwriting is gone, only two lines of stiff letters that seem to have lost their souls, and there are obvious traces of deliberate modification in the choice of words and sentences, which are very false to read.

Anne simply took the pen from Brooklyn's hand and handed him the seal and fire paint, asking him to help seal it.

This job is good! Brooklyn breathed a sigh of relief and leaned forward to kiss him.

"Or do you know me." He praised with a smile in his eyes. Anne's look at Brooklyn was complicated.

Facing Anne's gaze, Brooklyn slowly retracted his smile, he frowned and thought, took Anne's hand and let her face to face with him, and asked out loud

"What's wrong, Annie? What do you seem to have to say to me? Anne pulled her hand back and said

"It's nothing, I just didn't know it before, and now I found out ......," she said, gesturing to the paperback that had been scrapped by Brooklyn.

"You wouldn't have been like this before." Anne whispered, as if to sigh and as if to herself.

Brooklyn shook her head, disagreeing with Annie's statement

"I don't know them at all, and even if I do, I don't know each other at all, some of them have only met, yesterday was the first conversation, and the only thing we talked about was 'thank you for coming to our wedding' and 'It's my honor to be here for your wedding'? How does this make me feel about them? ”

"I can't be good friends with them just by relying on these two sentences, right?" Anne withdrew her gaze

"You can at least choose to pretend."

"Why should I pretend?" Brooklyn immediately retorted. Anne stared at Brooklyn for a moment, then wrenched Brooklyn's palm away from facing him as she lowered her head to sort out the envelope

"Hopefully, you don't have to pretend to be in front of anyone, not just them."

"What do you mean by that?" Brooklyn asked, frowning. Anne put down the letter in her hand and turned her head again

"No, nothing interesting?" An originally warm and loving thank-you letter writing activity has inexplicably developed into a powder keg.

Less than twenty-four hours after the wedding took place, their marriage permit was returned to the town hall before they began to quarrel!

Brooklyn could clearly feel that something had changed in Anne, and her attitude towards herself had changed.

It's not because of pregnancy, it's not because of hormones or endocrine or anything like that. This made Brooklyn feel inexplicable, and even faintly regretted getting married.

The federal government allows children to be born before marriage, and he and Anne can never marry for the rest of their lives, and it will not affect their life together, let alone having children.

This thought flashed through his mind, just in time to meet Anne's gaze, and Brooklyn was a little weak-minded and did not look at Anne.

"I don't want to pretend to anyone else, and if I have to, I might as well let Webster write it. This makes no sense. Brooklyn's posture was a little awkward, but the words came out anyway.

After saying this, the thought of regretting marriage in his mind had disappeared, and Brooklyn turned his neck again to meet Annie's gaze.

Anne said

"It's different, they recognize your handwriting. Brooklyn, don't learn from Mark Mee. "Don't learn anything from Mark Mee?

Anne's resentment towards Mark Milley stems from her childhood experience, witnessing Mark Milley shoot her wife, her mother, and nearly kill her by having Mark Milley shove the barrel of a pistol into her mouth.

But Anne was clearly not worried that Brooklyn would go berserk and kill her and the baby in her belly.

She knew that Mark Millay had been preparing to 'sell his daughter' until Mark Milley was waiting for a price, even if he chose Brooklyn and wanted to reverse himself and take back the 'goods' when he was meeting at the Manhattan Hotel.

What Anne really hated about Mark Meelai was not that he shot his mother - Mark Mealai was said to have severe ptSd at the time, which is understandably - what she really hated about Mark Meelay was actually Mark Milai's character.

Selfish and unkind. Now she sees the same trait in Brooklyn. In Anne's view, what Brooklyn refers to as "friends and family" is actually someone who has been selected to be useful to him.

This should be called a colleague, not a friend or family. The friends and relatives they had brought with them were of little use to Brooklyn at the moment, and he immediately lost interest in communicating, and he didn't even plan to pretend.

In Anne's opinion, it was exactly the same as that of Marc Millay. Before, they were boyfriend and girlfriend relationships, and it was a big deal to break up.

Now that they are married, Anne can't leave it alone. A marital relationship always requires more effort from both parties than a romantic relationship.

It's a change in responsibility and obligation that comes with a change in identity, and Anne understands the difference and adapts to it smoothly.

Brooklyn didn't understand at all, so he just felt that Anne was getting weird. Anne's words only reminded Brooklyn of Mark Millay's performance at last night's wedding.

He was a professional actor with a moving sense of conviction that Brooklyn remembers vividly.

Brooklyn nodded, ending the conversation

"Okay, listen to you, I'll seal them first, and I'll write it later." Although there was a difference in understanding between the two, the first quarrel was finally resolved.

After the seal was over, Brooklyn simply googled several thank-you letters, carefully selected a few sentences from them, arranged them, and combined them into a new thank-you letter.

After checking it, fixing a few grammatical errors, and tweaking the wording that caused the stylistic difference, Brooklyn copied the patchwork stitching monster directly.

Anne said to pretend, then for the sake of family harmony, Brooklyn wronged herself and pretended to pretend.

I wrote from morning to night, and I still haven't finished it. But both of them were tired, so it was over for the time being, and the rest was written when there was time.

Brooklyn helped Anne pack up a little, and went out with a thick stack of envelopes to send letters, while Anne put away the scattered tools.

Sending the letter out in one go, Brooklyn did not immediately go back, but stood outside for a while.

He unconsciously touched his pocket, but it was empty. Brooklyn doesn't smoke, he doesn't smoke cigars, he doesn't smoke leaf cigarettes, and other weird things, so he never buys cigarettes at home.

But now, it occurred to Brooklyn that smoking a cigarette, or perhaps a cigar, might as well seem like a good idea. He stood on the lawn in a daze, unconsciously groping for his pockets, and the scene of feeling empty happened to be seen by the patrolman.

The two patrolmen stood not far away, glanced at Brooklyn, snickered twice, and then walked over.

"Good evening, Judge Brooklyn." The patrol greeted Brooklyn and woke Brooklyn.

"Oh, good evening." Brooklyn put down his hand and smiled. The patrolman responded with a smile, and by the way, sent a wedding blessing, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, knocked one out of it, and handed it to Brooklyn.

Brooklyn was going to refuse, but after thinking about it, he took it. The patrolman took advantage of the situation to draw one for himself and his companion, and took out a lighter and lit it for Brooklyn.

"Why did Judge Brooklyn get here at such a late hour?" The patrolman asked with a smile.

With the smoke, the distance between each other seems to have been narrowed a lot. Brooklyn gestured to the side

"Send a letter." The patrolman glanced at it and nodded. Obviously, he understands the wedding process. He even told Brooklyn about his experience with the thank-you letter, telling Brooklyn how to deal with the thank-you letter so that it seemed genuine and he wouldn't be embarrassed.

This made Brooklyn very inspired, and he couldn't help but sigh

"I knew I was going to come out and send the letter."

"Anne is still complaining that I'm writing too slowly." He didn't say that Anne thought he was 'pretending to be nothing', that was too blunt.

The Patrolman laughed happily and squeezed his eyes at Brooklyn

"It's not too late, if your thank you note isn't finished." In fact, he was very surprised, he thought that the thank you letter of gratitude for a 'big man' like Brooklyn would be done by someone else, and he would only sign it.

As a result, Brooklyn told him that not only did he write it, but he also thought of it himself.

After a cigarette was smoked, the patrolmen were about to continue their patrols, and the chatty patrolman shook Brooklyn's hand and said goodbye meaningfully before leaving

"You can go out for a walk and go back, and besides, the daily patrol route is fixed, and we carry cigarettes with us when we patrol." As he spoke, he took out his cigarette case and shook it, and put it back in his inner pocket with a little smugness in Brooklyn's puzzled gaze, then waved his hand and continued his patrol in a happy mood.