Why it never ends

Chapter 120
When Calvin stepped into the bright and spacious commercial center, he could hardly take his eyes off the huge glass ceiling above his head.Off-white partitions divide the entire zenith into countless triangles, and sunlight falls from these crystal glass tops.

He passed by this commercial building countless times, but he never thought that it would look so crystal clear from the inside.This kind of shock was no less than the first time he heard faint singing in a dim church—this kind of details that easily made him stop and appreciate were everywhere in the Habitable Land.

In the "Appreciation of Literary Works in the Golden Age" on Paros, Calvin once heard two teachers describe the civilization in the habitable land as "the afterglow of the old days". He has always lacked the vocabulary to express himself. Come on, besides "they are so beautiful", Calvin doesn't know what else to say.

Sean didn't know his brother's mental activities at the moment. In just a few minutes, his mood had dropped from the supreme joy just now to the bottom.

Today was the weekend, and there was a lot of people at the entrance, but there was a vacuum zone with a radius of about one meter where he and Calvin stood. Look at this pair of brothers with a huge difference in body size.

Unlike Calvin who always works in the wasteland, these ordinary commercial buildings have long been unable to stir up any waves in Xiao En, but at this moment, the eyes of passers-by around him deeply hurt him.

The way these people looked at Calvin was like looking at an orangutan in a zoo.

Years of fighting in the wilderness have carved some indelible marks of barbarism on Calvin. People can easily see the breath of "not my race" in him - the height of [-] meters and overdeveloped muscles make him He looked like a giant, plus he was wearing a simple sweatshirt today, so the hideous scars on his arms were just exposed...

It seems that only Calvin himself didn't realize that he was the only outlier in this mall.

Sean knew what those arrogant pedestrians were thinking. He saw ridicule and curiosity in the eyes of these people. These silent gazes aroused his anger, and this anger, when Sean followed the eyes of others, looked at When my elder brother reached the peak——

Calvin's expression at the moment was intoxicated.

And this selflessness really makes him look a little dull...

"Carl!" Shawn yelled angrily.

"Huh?" Calvin lowered his head, "What's wrong?"

"Why are you in a daze? There are so many people here, you are stuck here..."

Calvin realized that the place where he was standing was indeed a bit inappropriate, he smiled and continued to walk forward.

Along the moving line, Calvin and Sean walked past some clock and clothing stores. Sean couldn't understand Calvin's surprise, so he slowed down unconsciously and distanced himself from Calvin.

Sean stared at his brother's silhouette from a distance, and suddenly felt a strong sense of loneliness and depression in his heart.Complicated thoughts swirled through his mind, twisted together like an overtight tie—a tie he tried to look respectable by, but ended up suffocating.

"Sean." Calvin in the distance suddenly waved at him.

Sean felt a little waking up from a dream, and quickly ran back to Calvin.

"What do you think of these shoes?" Calvin asked.

——A pair of brown Locke shoes are placed on the top of the glass showcase. From the toe to the upper, the color has a gradient from dark to light. The exquisite nail hole pattern merges into a smooth line, extending from the front to the flank.

On the shelf of the soles, there is "Aligon" written in handwriting, which is the brand of this store.

"It's pretty," Sean seemed to think of something suddenly, "Aren't the pair of shoes you wore with the autumn dress broken, and this pair is just right on top!"

"It's just a bit pricey—but there's a discount on the second pair."

"Then I'll get a pair too."

Calvin snapped his fingers and immediately entered the shop.

Such a "giant" suddenly descended, and everyone in the store looked at him, but Calvin didn't care. He didn't go to any shopping guide, but went straight to the front desk.

"Hello, I would like the pair of shoes on top of the window."

The clerk at the front desk was dealing with his computer that was stuck again, but the sudden accusation made him startled, "...Okay."

After confirming the style that Calvin wanted, the clerk turned around to go to the warehouse. After walking two steps, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked the customer for his size, so he turned around again.

But when the clerk's eyes fell on Calvin's feet, his expression froze.

"...Sir, what size shoes do you wear?"

"53 yards."

The clerk said with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, the maximum size of those shoes is 46."

Calvin's expression was a bit regretful, he turned his head and pointed at Sean, "Then you don't need to look for me, just look for him."

The clerk looked at Sean again, "What's your shoe size?"

"37." Sean replied.

The clerk was a little surprised, he glanced at Sean's feet.

"What a coincidence..." the clerk murmured, "the smallest pair of shoes is size 40."

The two brothers glanced at each other.

"Then we can only pick and choose other things." Calvin said.

Sean shrugged unhappily.

Just as the two were going to shop for other styles in the store, the clerk stopped them again.

"Well...it's like this. Most of the shoes in our store are in sizes 40 to 46, and a few are 39 to 48, which may not be suitable for both of your feet." The clerk smiled wryly, "Shoes in size 53 , I think some sneaker stores should have it, as for size 37... maybe you can only find it in women's shoes or children's clothing stores...

"Oh, it really doesn't work, you can go to other stores to try customized services—"

Before the clerk finished speaking, Sean put his arms on the counter impatiently.

"Can't your store customize? We want that style!"

"Sir, please calm down..."

"What happened?" A voice came from the direction of the warehouse. The clerk and the Gringoire brothers turned their heads at the same time, and saw a tall and thin man with a mustache come out from behind the curtain.

The uniform on this man's body had an extra waistcoat compared to ordinary shop assistants, and a silver badge was pinned to the right side of his jacket, with his employee number written on it, which seemed to be a higher-ranking person.

The clerk stepped forward and whispered to him what happened just now. The mustache glanced at Calvin and Sean. Even though his eyes flicked across, Sean still sensitively captured the contempt for the inferior people. and impatient.

After listening to the clerk's description, the manager walked up to Sean and Calvin.

"Sorry, gentlemen." He clasped his hands in front of him, and politely bowed slightly to the customer in front of him, "Our store does not accept custom orders."

(End of this chapter)