Chapter: 1761
He raised his head, cast his eyes forward, looked at him silently, and then whispered to the suitcase: "It's time to go back..."
He immediately stood up straight, picked up his belongings, and walked towards the opened door step by step.
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Backlund, Jorwood District, 26 King Street.
Benson took off his hat and coat, handed them to the maid, and looked at his younger sister, Melissa, who was concentrating on reading in the living room, and said, "June is the entrance exam, you can finally understand the pain of my serious study before. .�
Melissa didn't look up, she still read the book and said, "I'm studying hard every day."
"Be humorous, Melissa, be humorous, what's the difference between a person who doesn't understand humor and a curly-haired baboon?" Benson said with a smile.
Melissa glanced at him casually and said, "You didn't say that before."
Instead of wondering what the difference is between humans and curly-haired baboons, she asked, "Are government employees also so late at work?"
"No, it's just that there have been a lot of things recently, you know, oh, you don't know, in this kind of big change, the handover of work before and after, and the straightening out of different relationships are all very troublesome." Benson glanced at the people in the living room. Looking at the mirror, I couldn't help raising my hand to straighten my hair, and said with an unhappy expression, "Although I'm just a small employee of the Ministry of Finance, it doesn't prevent me from having many jobs. The only thing that comforts me is that, Finally passed the damn internship period, and then I will have a weekly salary of 3 pounds!"
Melissa put down her book and said to Benson as she walked towards the dining room, "It's time for dinner."
She paused, and said very seriously: "I read the newspaper before, saying that there is something called Doningsman tree sap, which is very effective for hair growth."
Benson's expression suddenly became complicated.
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Woo!
Amidst the sound of the whistle, the long steam train drove into Backlund with a bang.
Carrying his suitcase, Klein set foot on the land of the "City of All Capitals" and the "Land of Hope" again, and found that the fog was much thinner than before, and there was no obvious yellowish color. Not lit early to dispel gloom and gloom.
Looking around, Klein exited the steam train station, changed to the subway and a carriage, and came directly to a Church of the Storms cemetery outside the west district.
Then, he spent a small amount of money to put Longzel Edward's urn into a cabinet.
At this time, it has been more than 165 years since the day this Loen soldier left Backlund.
Taking a step back and staring deeply for a while, Klein shook the paper into iron, and inscribed on the cabinet door: "Lonzel Edward."
He closed his eyes and wrote again: "Every journey has an end."
(End of the third part)
The pattering rain, the faint mist, the rows of gas street lamps trying to show off their misty light, and the horse-drawn carriages passing through the street from time to time together constitute the most common night scene in Backlund.
Besides these, Klein, who was standing behind the window, noticed some welcome changes.
Jingle Bell!
Amidst the crisp sound echoing, a strange machine with only two wheels galloped along the edge of the road and drove to the other side of the street. Under the light of gas street lamps, the beauty of metal is shining.
Sitting on top of the machine was a man wearing postal service clothes. He kept stepping on his legs, appearing to be working very hard. A green-painted wooden box was tied behind him.
"The promotion is very good..." Klein, who had a mature temperament in a white shirt and black vest, looked at this scene and sighed silently.
In just a few hours after he returned to Backlund, he encountered many similar strange machines on the way. This is exactly the bicycle he invested in and drove! JrNovels.com
He immediately stood up straight, picked up his belongings, and walked towards the opened door step by step.
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Backlund, Jorwood District, 26 King Street.
Benson took off his hat and coat, handed them to the maid, and looked at his younger sister, Melissa, who was concentrating on reading in the living room, and said, "June is the entrance exam, you can finally understand the pain of my serious study before. .�
Melissa didn't look up, she still read the book and said, "I'm studying hard every day."
"Be humorous, Melissa, be humorous, what's the difference between a person who doesn't understand humor and a curly-haired baboon?" Benson said with a smile.
Melissa glanced at him casually and said, "You didn't say that before."
Instead of wondering what the difference is between humans and curly-haired baboons, she asked, "Are government employees also so late at work?"
"No, it's just that there have been a lot of things recently, you know, oh, you don't know, in this kind of big change, the handover of work before and after, and the straightening out of different relationships are all very troublesome." Benson glanced at the people in the living room. Looking at the mirror, I couldn't help raising my hand to straighten my hair, and said with an unhappy expression, "Although I'm just a small employee of the Ministry of Finance, it doesn't prevent me from having many jobs. The only thing that comforts me is that, Finally passed the damn internship period, and then I will have a weekly salary of 3 pounds!"
Melissa put down her book and said to Benson as she walked towards the dining room, "It's time for dinner."
She paused, and said very seriously: "I read the newspaper before, saying that there is something called Doningsman tree sap, which is very effective for hair growth."
Benson's expression suddenly became complicated.
����
Woo!
Amidst the sound of the whistle, the long steam train drove into Backlund with a bang.
Carrying his suitcase, Klein set foot on the land of the "City of All Capitals" and the "Land of Hope" again, and found that the fog was much thinner than before, and there was no obvious yellowish color. Not lit early to dispel gloom and gloom.
Looking around, Klein exited the steam train station, changed to the subway and a carriage, and came directly to a Church of the Storms cemetery outside the west district.
Then, he spent a small amount of money to put Longzel Edward's urn into a cabinet.
At this time, it has been more than 165 years since the day this Loen soldier left Backlund.
Taking a step back and staring deeply for a while, Klein shook the paper into iron, and inscribed on the cabinet door: "Lonzel Edward."
He closed his eyes and wrote again: "Every journey has an end."
(End of the third part)
The pattering rain, the faint mist, the rows of gas street lamps trying to show off their misty light, and the horse-drawn carriages passing through the street from time to time together constitute the most common night scene in Backlund.
Besides these, Klein, who was standing behind the window, noticed some welcome changes.
Jingle Bell!
Amidst the crisp sound echoing, a strange machine with only two wheels galloped along the edge of the road and drove to the other side of the street. Under the light of gas street lamps, the beauty of metal is shining.
Sitting on top of the machine was a man wearing postal service clothes. He kept stepping on his legs, appearing to be working very hard. A green-painted wooden box was tied behind him.
"The promotion is very good..." Klein, who had a mature temperament in a white shirt and black vest, looked at this scene and sighed silently.
In just a few hours after he returned to Backlund, he encountered many similar strange machines on the way. This is exactly the bicycle he invested in and drove! JrNovels.com
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