After roughly sorting out his thoughts and not thinking about it anymore, Garon took off his clothes, turned off the kerosene lamp, lay down on the bed, gently covered the quilt, and slowly calmed down, falling asleep in the dark

The bell and the morning bell are one after another.

The white light sprinkled on the white bed, and Garon, who was asleep on his back, slowly opened his eyes, looked out in a daze, took a deep breath, and then slowly lifted the quilt and sat up.

In the pale red room, the mahogany planks on the walls and floors have risen in some places, revealing the pale yellow wood underneath. The silver-edged wheat field landscape painting hanging on the wall is a little crooked. The window on the right side was halfway open, and gusts of cold wind continued to pour in, making a faint whining sound.

Wow

In the living room outside, the footsteps of her sister Ying'er were faintly heard, and her steps on the floor were very clear.

Garon rubbed his temples and cleared his head. Get out of bed. He was wearing gray-white pajamas, long sleeves and trousers, and his chest looked a little fat and loose. Pulling at his chest clothes, Garon showed a hint of helplessness on his face.

"I didn't feel it before, but now I still sleep in my mother's pajamas, how weird it feels"

Go to the window and gently close the open window.

Outside the window, on the right, is the street in the passing community, where several passers-by are wearing thick trench coats, and one is wearing a bowler hat and scarf. In the open space behind the building on the left, there are several more cars parked than before. Both are black or white, and the two headlights look like antique cars bulging out of goldfish's eyes.

"This kind of car looks good, in fact, as long as you drive for dozens of miles, you have to turn off the engine once and wait for it to cool down" Garon shook his head speechlessly, sniffling a strong aroma of a mixture of fried eggs and hot milk.

Leaving the window, I walked to the door of the bedroom room and gently twisted the doorknob to reveal a spacious red living room, on the right side, the yellow and white curtains were constantly blown up by the strong wind outside the window.

On the left, you can directly see the kitchen at the end, where her sister Ying'er is holding a black spatula and carefully turning over the fried eggs in the pot. She changed into a short dress with a black corset, the bottom skirt had a white lace, and her legs were replaced by the thickest black cotton tights. The purple-black shawl hair was scattered casually behind him, and the burgundy eyes were staring intently at the fried eggs in the pot.

"Get up, go wash up, and then you can come over for breakfast, I bought fresh white bread, plus an omelette and hot milk. Ying'er glanced at Garon and said casually.

"Aren't they coming back?" Garon wiped his face with both hands, feeling that his hands were full of oil, and walked a few steps forward to turn left, entered the bathroom, and stood in front of the washing mirror and twisted the faucet.

Wow

A stream of white water spurted out of the faucet, and Garon pulled his red towel to wet it, wring it out, and pressed it to his face.

"Didn't I tell you last time? Ying'er replied casually.

"Do you know where to go?"

"It seems to be the city of Delin, it's a long train ride from us. It will take at least three days to arrive. "Ying'er said as she turned off the heat, poured out the omelette, and served it to the table.

"It's almost a week to be back, so we're going to have to go through it on our own again this weekend. She sat down and laid out the bread, milk, and omelette separately. "Alright, it's ready to eat. ”

Garon quickly rinsed his mouth, inserted the wooden toothbrush back into the toilet, turned and walked out of the bathroom, and sat down in the seat opposite Ying'er.

On a rectangular mahogany table, two people sit facing each other. In front of him was a silver metal plate with a triangular piece of pale yellow bread with subtle lettering on it.

Garon picked up his knife and fork, stuck one hand in the bread, and cut off a piece with a knife and stuffed it directly into his mouth. It's a little hard, a little dry, the sweetness is light, and it's very powdery.

Ying'er took a sip of milk first. "It's Saturday, what's the arrangement?"

"Well, I'm going to go to the old street of Pennington in the south of the city, where there is a new antique shop that I want to see. Garon bowed his head and ate the omelette.

"Pennington is a long way from our Blue Tree Street, through the city center, and then it takes more than half an hour to get there, just diagonally. What are you doing in the antique shop?" Ying'er wondered, "If it's nothing important, I want to go to the fruit market, and by the way, go to the pet street next to it, you and I can go and help me carry something." She glanced at Garon, a faint hint of anticipation in her eyes.

"Buy some of my favorite white pears. She hastened to add.

"White pear?" Garon was slightly stunned, Garon's favorite food in the past was also white pear. "Forget it, I have something to do with going to the antique store. ”

"Okay" Ying'er nodded, said no more, and lowered her head to concentrate on eating.

"By the way, it's autumn, pay attention to adding or subtracting clothes, so as not to get sick. Garon added, shoving the rest into his mouth in a few sips, then taking a sip of the cup and drinking a little milk from the cup. "I'll go first. He stood up and went back to his bedroom to change.

Ying'er sat at the table and looked at Garon who got up, and suddenly became a little listless. There was a moment of insertion of bread on the plate.

Garon changed into a thick black coat and blue-black trousers and walked out, with a black and white square scarf around his neck. The whole body is no longer as thin as before, and it looks faintly with a trace of the temperament of a slender and beautiful boy. It's just that his eyes are a little too deep, like two pure gems with dark red and black, which are connected to the infinite abyss. It's completely different from before.

The change in his eyes made Garon's temperament much more stable and thick all of a sudden.

Ying'er looked up, her eyes lit up slightly. "How long are you going to go, and when will you be back?"

Garon pulled the scarf off his neck. "I'll definitely be back for dinner in the afternoon, okay, I'll go out first. ”

He walked to the door and changed into black leather boots, clicked open the door and walked out directly.

The stairwell outside the door was opposite the door, just opposite the door of the house was open, and a middle-aged man with glasses looked back at him with a black pocket, and didn't say anything, and closed the door directly and gently, without saying hello at all.

Garon remembers the neighborhood, the owner was this middle-aged man with glasses, named Polis, who had no hostess and only a little boy of seven or eight years old who lived with him. Both of them are silent, and they never say hello when they meet, only when Galleon and they just moved over, when they went up and down the stairs, they said hello a little, introduced themselves, and usually didn't say hello when they saw them. This kind of impolite quality impressed the Garon family.

Holding the cold metal door with his backhand, he pressed it lightly, and Garon rubbed his hands. I felt the back of my hand warm up a little before I went down the stairs.

Go down to the staircase, turn left along the grey lattice floor, and walk into the grey and black pavement between the black street lights.

Along the road out of the community, on both sides of the street surrounded by yellow-colored buildings, the side of the road is a sidewalk protected by black railings, and there are few pedestrians on the top.

An antique car is slowly passing by on the street with white smoke, followed by a ox cart carrying fruit, and the driver shouts and whips from time to time.

Garon walked down the black-railed sidewalk, looking at the yellow-colored buildings around him.

The buildings on the street are about seven floors, and some of the square windows are open, some are closed, and barbed wire is repaired. The edges of the building are rounded and do not have very sharp corners.

The cold autumn wind blew Gallon's hair back continuously, and he couldn't help but lower his head, feeling his skin stiff, a little hard and numb. There were also small trees planted in the black railing, and there were no leaves on the branches, just bare branches, one at intervals.

Garon walked along the sidewalk of the street for about twenty minutes, and the traffic of cars and people on the street also increased. Passing by a brass plaque with the letters of Garden Street engraved on it.

When you enter an intersection and turn left again, the houses on both sides of the street have become ornate buildings with intricate gray and white patterns, with tall columns and some elaborate reliefs on the surface. The black street lamps on both sides of the roadside are also decorated with some white balls at the top.

On the cold sidewalk, a woman in a thick white and silver-trimmed dress walks her dog. On the decorated black metal bench, two old men on crutches sat chatting quietly.

Garon tightened his scarf and looked up to the left to the left. On the fifth floor of the gray building on the left is where his uncle's family lives. They were able to enter the Shengying Academy, and to a large extent, they also had a part of the uncle's relationship.

This uncle started from scratch and laid a large and strong industry, and he is also one of the richest businessmen in the entire Huaishan City, and it is rare that he has always been very good to Garon, but because of patriarchal thinking or blood relationship, he is relatively cold to Ying'er.

"I'll go see my uncle when I get back later," Garon lowered his head and quickened his pace, walking towards the end of the gray-and-white street.

A brass square nameplate standing on the sidewalk reads: Pennington.

At the end of the street was an arc corner, and just around the corner, there was a small shop with a round arch, the door was open, and the light was yellow, and an old man with glasses sat in front of the antique bookshelf, and was intently holding a magnifying glass and looking at the little thing in his hand.

Garon glanced to the top right, where a triangular black nameplate hung on the gray wall, with white letters engraved on it: Dolphin Antique Shop.

He strode over and looked left and right as he entered the store.

Under the dim yellow light, there is not a single customer in this small antique shop.

The whole store was dark red, and the store was full of tables, large and small, with more than a dozen sheets. The walls were covered with a thick layer of crimson cloth, and on top of them were some strange things.

Garon stepped on the dark yellow plank, making a clattering footstep. As soon as he entered the door, he found that there was someone on his right, he was startled, and looked carefully, there was a white halfling sculpture on the right side of the door, carved was a curly-haired child, only the shoulders and the head part, and the bottom was composed of cuboid stone pillars,

"What do you need?" asked the old man, whose skin was gray, his face was covered with black age spots and wrinkles, and when he saw Garon enter the door, he put down the magnifying glass in his hand and asked in a low voice.

"I'll see" Garon was startled for a moment, stabilized and quickly replied, "You don't have to greet me, I'll just take a look." ”

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