Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

Without the shelter of dense buildings, the sunlight came from the west, and the blushing sky made Old Mels wrinkled face bright red.

Old Mel bared his teeth, knocked on his back, and grunted twice. A fat boy sat beside the fence and said ruthlessly, “You are old!”

“You don’t need to remind me of this!” Old Mel glared at his grandson, “Have you finished your homework! Be careful!” Your mother taught you!”

The fat boy rolled his eyes, “Isnt there another day! I will go to Nathans home to make it tomorrow.”

“hmph!” After the body, continue to bend down. Although he has his own grocery store and no longer needs farming, his lifestyle of several decades still gives him the habit of growing small vegetables on his own. He is now harvesting his own dinner, “Dont think I dont know you are going Do and so on! Their family is going to worship in the morning, and you two little things can do whatever they want!”

The fat boy didn’t care about being seen through, pointing forward, “I want to eat beans!”

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Old Mel rolled his eyes, his grandparents looked exactly the same.

“Mel!” The cry came from the front yard. Old Mel stuffed the frame in his grandson’s arms and slid into the front yard quickly. Business is always more important than dinner, because business will bring Countless dinners!

“Mel!” The visitor stood on the front porch, pushed the door of the grocery store, and looked back and forth. It seemed that he had already searched for a circle, but did not find the owner. He is a young man in his twenties.

“Come!” Mel cried, glanced at the other person, his face was excited, “Wes! You are back!”

The fat boy must have heard the voice , Lost the frame and ran in front of Old Mel, “Wes Uncle! You look taller than the picture!”

“Hey!” The young man named Wes smiled He squatted down and said, “Teddy! Let me see how much you have grown!” He opened his arms to the fat boy until the other person hit his arms and almost knocked him over. Wes squeezed his eyes, “Oh my god! What did you eat! Teddy! You are so heavy!”

“Go away!” Old Mel pulled his grandson, Teddy, He drove away impatiently, “If you still want to eat dinner on time, do something for me!”

Teddy rolled his eyes, blinked at Wes, and disappeared.

“Wes!” Old Mel pulled over the young man’s shoulders, and a smile restored on his face, “When did you come back? Look at you!” Old Mel looked at the young man who was young and strong. His body patted his shoulder hard, seeming to be proud.

“Yesterday.” Wes smiled, “My transfer application was approved and I was transferred back to Barton City.” Wes’s face was helpless, “but there is no shortage of people in the North District. , So I reported in the Southern District Bureau.”

“It’s better!” Old Mel looked happy, “You can live in your parents’ old house!”

The topic seemed to be something taboo, and their eyes darkened.

Old Meier shook his head and patted the young mans back as a comfort, “You were born here, and you have raised you here, now you can protect this place!” There is a trace of old Meier’s face. Smiled, “Isn’t this great!”

Weiss smiled reluctantly, nodded, and was silent for a while. He didn’t seem to be very emotional and whispered, “Well, I’m finishing Something at home.” His eyes drifted, and he didn’t seem to dare to look at Old Mel, “There are some old things, I want to deal with…”

“Of course, of course.” Although old Mels eyes were disappointed, but she nodded, Its upset to keep those old things! Old Mel waved, Ill check it out tomorrow and clean it up.

Wess His face was a little unnatural, “Actually, um, I’ve put it away and brought it.” Wes pointed to the truck parked in the front yard.

Old Mel opened his mouth and said nothing.

The sun was stuck on the top of the parked truck, a bit dazzling. Old Mel took a deep breath and smiled, “You got out of this car!” Old Mel walked to the truck and laughed a little extra, “haha! Now this kind of car is almost extinct!” Let me see what you have put in order, I wont treat you badly! Haha!”

Weiss truck was produced by Barton City, and it was born in Northwest Herman. Factory. Farmers trucks are usually as high as ordinary private cars, and the cargo boxes at the rear are also square wagons with no roof to facilitate the accumulation of goods.

But Wess truck is more like a heavy toast like a brick. There is a roof covering the top of the cargo box, and the body is much higher. This is an inexplicable style that emphasizes safety during the war. Well, it’s the same model as Grande’s truck.

“Mel.” Wes frowned, “Actually, I want to sell this car too.”

Meer, who just put his hand on the door of the cargo box, had a meal. , And then slowly nodded, and the voice became much quieter, “Yes, no one wants to drive this kind of car anymore. Of course you young people don’t need this stuff!” Old Meier opened the cargo box and stared at the stuffed inside. He opened his mouth, “You can go to McCarthy, and that guy will give you a good price.”

“I went.” Wes clutched his head.” He wont accept it.”

Old Mel suddenly turned his head and stared at Wes. The wrinkles on his face twitched a few times, but he finally held back his anger and vented his anger in other directions. , “You won’t expect me to accept it! I haven’t sold a car!”

Weiss pursed his mouth and said nothing.

Old Mel stared at the young man, shook the head, looked back at the clutter in the carriage, relaxed his tone, and said jokingly, “Oh my God, how many things have you stuffed in? Help! I want one piece! I cant let you take advantage of my old fogey!”

Wes shook his head and smiled, walked to the truck, and gratefully patted Old Mel on the back , Start unloading.

Picture frames, desk lamps, curtains, tableware… pieces of old things with a sense of the times were removed, and Old Mel knocked on his waist in the dim sky.

“You are old,” Wes said with a smile.

“Shut up!” Old Mel rolled his eyes and stretched out, “This truck.” Old Mel stood in the shadow cast by the truck, “Maybe someone wants it, I can Help you ask.”

“Thank you, Mel.” Wes jumped out of the cargo box, carrying a roll of carpet.

“I can’t make a guarantee!” Old Mel twitched his lips, “They may just want this radio!”

“Radio?” Wes jumped on again Cargo box, “Who are they?”

“Grand.” Old Mel waved his hand, “You may not remember.”

“The funeral in the south Home?” Weiss poked his head out and twitched his lips, “I remember, they haven’t closed yet?”

“Yes! Why are they not!” Old Mel seemed to be interested, “They want to fall You can’t fall down! Are you not at the Southern District Police Station? They cooperated with the Southern District Police Station and opened a’mill’, you don’t know?”

Wes bitterly laughed, “I just Come back. What is the’Mill’?”

Old Mel waved his hand, not wanting to talk about the problem, “You will know.” He blinked, “I’m talking about the Grand Brothers, they I’ve been driving this car and haven’t changed it. I just came here yesterday to ask if there is a replacement radio.” Old Mel frowned and glanced at Wes. Others’ sons know how to cherish the relics of their fathers, but Wes is cleaning it up. He shook the head, but Wes is not to blame, he can understand.

“The two picked up sons of old Grande?” Weiss searched his memory in his mind.

“Well.” Old Mel had enough rest, standing behind the carriage, and taking over what Wes handed him, “You can’t say that about them anymore! They are pretty good now, everyone said What do they have to do with your police station!” Old Mel blinked, finished the gossip, got serious, “Old Grande is gone, well, that Hank is still there, and the two brothers took over the funeral home.”

“Very good.” Wes thought for a while. He didn’t care much about other people’s home affairs. “I remember they also adopted a younger sister, Alice, right. How is she?” People with the same destiny have the desire to understand.

Old Mel twitched his lips, “I haven’t seen it much, but Matthew, Matthew works with them.”

“Matthew? Joseph’s Matthew?” Wes raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” Old Mel laughed, “That’s right, I thought that kid would be a postman for a lifetime!”

Wes smiled and shook his head, “If It’s not because of Joseph, he should be enlisted.”

“Just like you!” Old Mel laughed, then lost.

“Hey! Mel!” Wes noticed Mels loss, “Im fine, I like being a soldier.”

Old Mel gave Wes a shot, “Now it’s a police officer! We are all proud!” Old Mel’s voice became quieter, “Although few are still alive.”

“Hey.” Wes’ voice also softened. “Don’t say this, Mel.”

“I know, I know.” Old Mel was nodded, smiling and patted the other person on the shoulder, “They will be proud of you in heaven. “

Something flashed in Wes’ eyes, nodded, “Well, heaven.” If there is such a place.

Old Mel shook his head quickly, “Stop talking about this, I should call Grande and let them see your car, maybe they will buy you directly Car.”

“Okay. Thank you, Mel.” Wes nodded, looking at the old things that have been piled up on the floor, “It’s almost here.”

Lao Mei Er looked around, frowned, “I think you emptied the house!” Old Mel stared at something that seemed to be bed sheets, “Where are you going to sleep at night?!”

“A friend, in the North District.” Weiss wiped the sweat from his forehead, “It’s also a policeman, or a detective. Let’s serve together.”

“Oh.” Lao Mei Nodded, then suddenly remembered something, and slapped Wes without the slightest hesitation, “Damn thing! The guys who served with you have come to Barton, why are you back so late!”

Wes squeezed his eyes and covered his hot half of his face. Old Mel didn’t care about his actions. “Mel! He is the son of General Lance! He doesn’t need to follow the normal procedures like me! “

Old Mel raised an eyebrow, snort, “More than five hundred! All! Punish you for coming back so late!”