The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

"I still remember sixteen years ago, when I picked up a little baby, Barton (Mrs. Barton) asked me," She is really small, even younger than Kyle, what shall we call her? "

Mrs. Quinn on the stage is telling a long story. On the stage side, Lola sitting with the representative of [Parker Elementary School] pulled the arms of Alice and Kepler, her face was flushed, and she complained softly, "I see There is no such paragraph in the speech! "

"How about I say 'Laura'. ★ Bayi ▲ Middle ▲ ◆ Wen Wang www.81zw.com?" Mrs. Quinn's face had a warm smile on her face, not the kind of godlessness she had when she was at Quinn Manor yesterday. Looks like, "I said, I hope she grows up to be brave and kind, oh, of course, huh, huh, and beautiful girls." Mrs. Quinn spread her hands, gestured around, and then looked at Mrs. Patton behind the desk , "Now, our hopes are realized ..."

Mrs. Quinn in the spotlight has an attractive quality, but Zac is not human. Zac received the privilege of organizer Lola and was able to stay behind the desk, but he obviously didn't care about this indifferent privilege. His eyes were not on the desk, but in the distance.

One deliberately detoured, entered through the back door of [Parker Elementary School], and parked behind the curtain of the reception desk.

Mayor Anthony sorted out his formal attire with a gloomy face and got out of the car. Immediately, Blake followed him, his face somber.

Zac hadn't been able to figure out how to communicate with these two people without attracting attention. Lola rushed to the front first. She actually left a trace of attention and paid attention to the background. ? August? Chinese ▲ ■ net. www.81zw.com?

Thought the girl would immediately rush to Blake to blame his words, no, Lola ran to the mayor with some nervousness, "Mr. Mayor, thank you for coming!"

Anthony adjusted his emotions, nodded, and was directed by Lola to the reserved seat. After sitting down, only the camera brought the mayor's lens. Sure enough, everything has been carried out under the arrangement of public relations in the Western District.

Blake did not go far. After glancing at Zac, he consciously sat silently at the end of the third generation of the Western District on the side of the desk, and had no chance to communicate with Zac.

Blake ca n’t, it does n’t mean that some undead floating behind him ca n’t.

Jackson drifted to Zac's side. "The two of them are in a bad mood." Blake and Mayor Anthony, "so late."

Zac raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"I'm bored." Jackson moved from Zac's side to Zac's back, the meaning was unclear, "I ran out and made a circle."

Zac's voice cannot be too loud. "Boring?" Zack shook his head. This wasn't the first time Jackson had expressed that following Blake was boring. "I didn't hear it was because they were late."

"I'm home. ⊥ Bayi Chinese, www.81ｚw.COM" Jackson didn't seem to want to answer Zac directly.

"You mean Bishape Manor." Zac frowned.

"Well. My home." Jackson's voice was calm. Zac had to frown and turn to look at Jackson's cyan translucent face. There was no emotion, but after the eyes penetrated the dead, a PR-looking man smiled at Zac friendlyly.

"Did you find anything interesting." Zac turned back to look at Mrs. Quinn, who had reached the end of the speech on the stage.

"Today." Mrs. Quinn pressed her hand to her chest. "I can no longer express my pride with words. Lola has grown into the girl we expected!" Mrs. Quinn began to applaud. Slowly let go of the podium, looking at the direction of side lifting. The process begins to enter the second stage.

Amidst the unsteady seat movements, the third generation of children in the West End, including the last Blake, stood up, led by Lola, and faced the gleaming spotlights to the platform. Don't worry, those media workers will choose the most tidy one.

In such a messy noise. Zac's question was answered, "No, it's not interesting at all."

Zac opened his mouth, thinking. A piece of truth has been formed-

‘Jackson, you do n’t have to talk to me every time you see me. I don't care as much about the life state of a dead soul as you think. It's just a coincidence that I help you. I'm the only person here who can hear you except Blake. It doesn't mean that I have an obligation to resolve your boredom. Oh, to remind you, Grande is dead. Therefore, you better float away. ’

This truth based on facts is Zac's emotional expression, but Zac can't express it.

While Zac's thinking was still translating this truth into a slightly milder expression, Jackson continued, "I just looked at my mother."

What Zac said was a question, "Ms. Schell?"

"Do you know my mother's surname. Never mind, it doesn't matter." Jackson's shaking head pulled out a faint shadow in the air, which made his already transparent face more blurred. There are a few more cleaning maids that I do n’t know. They are cleaning my mother ’s bedroom. "

Zac's eyebrows are tight, I mean, tight. Don't go this morning, Zac's itinerary suffered.

"I think I saw them scrub the red marks on the wall." Jackson behind Zach continued. "I don't know what that is. They seem to be good at cleaning up. They move quickly, but I don't know them." I thought I knew all the cleaning maids in the Western District. I mean, my family is very big, as big as a school, and many places need to be cleaned up, you know. "

Zac turned around, no longer passing through Jackson's undead body, the man who thought Zac was watching his PR man, staring at Jackson's blurry face.

"They are very careful, I mean, very careful. They peel off my mother's comb, they pick out the small things caught in the gap between the bed eaves, they replace the new carpet, they wipe the ornaments, jewelry ..."

"Okay Jackson." Zac frowned, "You went to see your mother, I heard it. I don't need to listen to the work of a few cleaning maids ..."

"Not only that, I also talked to her." Jackson's face cleared and he looked at Zac. "I asked her why people who didn't know were cleaning her room."

Zac's face turned bad, and Jackson and Ms. Sher talked.

"She didn't answer my question. She didn't seem surprised to see me. She just said, 'You shouldn't see me like this, I will get revenge.'" Jackson paused, "Then, I was Launched my own home. I do n’t know how it feels. I have n’t felt like this for a long time. "

Zack watched Jackson make a push, "But I was pushed out, like this. It's not interesting at all."

Zac finally got the first question he asked Jackson, why Blake and Mayor Anthony would be late.

"I told Blake, Blake told the mayor, so they were late."

Zac thought of something. At Herman's lunch, Ms. Shere had been talking to Anthony. (To be continued.)