Chapter: 2665
On Saturday morning, the sky was gray and foggy, which made people feel depressed for no reason.
This is a common scene in Backlund in deep winter. Although there is not as much thick smog and pungent smell as last year, the geographical environment and climate characteristics determine that similar situations must exist for a long time. Moreover, the control of air pollution has never been twice a year. Years can be declared a success.
Melissa put on a knee-length black wool coat over her long skirt, put on a black veil hat, and walked quickly to the door.
Benson held his top hat, shook his head when he saw this, and said, "A girl who is less than 20 years old needs to dress as if she is less than 20 years old. This is really too mature and old-fashioned, understand? Old-fashioned."
Melissa glanced at her brother and replied briefly: "The bread has increased by a quarter of a penny per pound."
"The price..." Benson sighed.
He immediately took out the silver pocket watch covered with arabesques, snapped it open, and glanced at it: "Let's go, there is still a long way to go to the Municipal Square."
Melissa let out a "hmm", went out with her brother and came to the street.
"Good morning, Mrs. Daniel." Walking a few steps forward, Benson saw a neighbor going out, so he greeted with a smile.
He is good at communicating and has established a good relationship with the neighbors around him.
The lady called Mrs. Daniel was wearing a pure black dress. She was about forty years old and her face was thin. Her face was covered with a fine black gauze from a hat. She just nodded and responded briefly: "Morning OK, both of you."
She didn't say hello, just walked forward and left indifferently.
Benson looked at her back, deliberately slowed down his pace, and waited until he had distanced himself before turning his head to ask his sister: "What happened to Mrs. Daniel?
"I've been too busy these days and haven't visited my neighbors for a long time."
Melissa pursed her lips and said, "Mrs. Daniel's eldest son, Larry, was confirmed to have been killed on the front line of the Amanda Mountains. Yesterday's news."
"That tall, shy, but careful, kind, and sincere young man? When he came back last time, he said that he was promoted in the army and became a lieutenant..." Benson asked in surprise .
Melissa nodded: "I can't imagine Larry dying like this..."
Just like she couldn't imagine that the classmates she knew in school would die tragically in front of her.
In just a few seconds, some people could no longer speak, communicate, or read.
Benson was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "I've been busy these days, and I'm actually dealing with the issue of pensions. Maybe the part of the list I got didn't include Larry, so I don't know.
"The list comes with a lot of information, some are cheerful and enthusiastic, some are humorous, some are the only son of their parents, some are resolute, and are the leaders of the soldiers around them, some are just married and have no children, and some are giving their children My daughter was preparing a gift, and someone was carrying a love letter, intending to end the battle, so they went to the post office to deliver it...they are all dead."
Melissa and Benson were silent at the same time, and no one spoke for a long time.
When approaching the intersection, Melissa looked at the road ahead and said in a low voice, "What do you think His Majesty the King will give a speech today?"
"Maybe it's mobilization, maybe it's conveying the belief of victory." Benson replied casually.
Melissa turned her head and glanced at her brother: "It's not like you, Benson, shouldn't you be ridiculed?"
"Sarcasm should also be done after listening to the speech. When figuring out the specific content, the most basic principle of being a human being is not to make unreasonable comments on things that you don't understand well. Otherwise, you will be worse than curly-haired baboons." Benson smiled and said.
At this time, he saw another neighbor.
The other party had gray hair, covered half of his face with layers of scarves, was wearing a thick jacket, and was carrying a cloth bag in his hand. He hurried past the siblings.
"Mr. Thomas's outfit is so strange...does he want to do something else?" Benson asked with a little doubt as he glanced at the back of the other party.
Melissa replied in a low voice: "Mrs. Thomas is sick and has spent a lot of the family's savings. Recently, food prices have risen a lot, and Mr. Thomas's income has not changed much. He has to go to the relief point to line up once every few days. Get some bread, he's a respectable gentleman who probably doesn't want to be recognized. JrNovels.com
This is a common scene in Backlund in deep winter. Although there is not as much thick smog and pungent smell as last year, the geographical environment and climate characteristics determine that similar situations must exist for a long time. Moreover, the control of air pollution has never been twice a year. Years can be declared a success.
Melissa put on a knee-length black wool coat over her long skirt, put on a black veil hat, and walked quickly to the door.
Benson held his top hat, shook his head when he saw this, and said, "A girl who is less than 20 years old needs to dress as if she is less than 20 years old. This is really too mature and old-fashioned, understand? Old-fashioned."
Melissa glanced at her brother and replied briefly: "The bread has increased by a quarter of a penny per pound."
"The price..." Benson sighed.
He immediately took out the silver pocket watch covered with arabesques, snapped it open, and glanced at it: "Let's go, there is still a long way to go to the Municipal Square."
Melissa let out a "hmm", went out with her brother and came to the street.
"Good morning, Mrs. Daniel." Walking a few steps forward, Benson saw a neighbor going out, so he greeted with a smile.
He is good at communicating and has established a good relationship with the neighbors around him.
The lady called Mrs. Daniel was wearing a pure black dress. She was about forty years old and her face was thin. Her face was covered with a fine black gauze from a hat. She just nodded and responded briefly: "Morning OK, both of you."
She didn't say hello, just walked forward and left indifferently.
Benson looked at her back, deliberately slowed down his pace, and waited until he had distanced himself before turning his head to ask his sister: "What happened to Mrs. Daniel?
"I've been too busy these days and haven't visited my neighbors for a long time."
Melissa pursed her lips and said, "Mrs. Daniel's eldest son, Larry, was confirmed to have been killed on the front line of the Amanda Mountains. Yesterday's news."
"That tall, shy, but careful, kind, and sincere young man? When he came back last time, he said that he was promoted in the army and became a lieutenant..." Benson asked in surprise .
Melissa nodded: "I can't imagine Larry dying like this..."
Just like she couldn't imagine that the classmates she knew in school would die tragically in front of her.
In just a few seconds, some people could no longer speak, communicate, or read.
Benson was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "I've been busy these days, and I'm actually dealing with the issue of pensions. Maybe the part of the list I got didn't include Larry, so I don't know.
"The list comes with a lot of information, some are cheerful and enthusiastic, some are humorous, some are the only son of their parents, some are resolute, and are the leaders of the soldiers around them, some are just married and have no children, and some are giving their children My daughter was preparing a gift, and someone was carrying a love letter, intending to end the battle, so they went to the post office to deliver it...they are all dead."
Melissa and Benson were silent at the same time, and no one spoke for a long time.
When approaching the intersection, Melissa looked at the road ahead and said in a low voice, "What do you think His Majesty the King will give a speech today?"
"Maybe it's mobilization, maybe it's conveying the belief of victory." Benson replied casually.
Melissa turned her head and glanced at her brother: "It's not like you, Benson, shouldn't you be ridiculed?"
"Sarcasm should also be done after listening to the speech. When figuring out the specific content, the most basic principle of being a human being is not to make unreasonable comments on things that you don't understand well. Otherwise, you will be worse than curly-haired baboons." Benson smiled and said.
At this time, he saw another neighbor.
The other party had gray hair, covered half of his face with layers of scarves, was wearing a thick jacket, and was carrying a cloth bag in his hand. He hurried past the siblings.
"Mr. Thomas's outfit is so strange...does he want to do something else?" Benson asked with a little doubt as he glanced at the back of the other party.
Melissa replied in a low voice: "Mrs. Thomas is sick and has spent a lot of the family's savings. Recently, food prices have risen a lot, and Mr. Thomas's income has not changed much. He has to go to the relief point to line up once every few days. Get some bread, he's a respectable gentleman who probably doesn't want to be recognized. JrNovels.com
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