My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Blake turned around and sat down, and Ethan stepped on the accelerator.

The Chevrolet Suburban pressed against the snow on the road and drove slowly inside. There were actually small animals in the woods.

Ethan saw a squirrel jump a few times, quickly run up the tree, and disappear into the canopy.

After driving about two hundred meters inside, I saw a house with a gray roof and white walls.

To describe it as a villa is not quite appropriate.

The mansion feels pretty much the same.

It's much bigger than my own house.

A luxurious mansion is located in the snow-covered mountains and forests. From this angle, the house is as beautiful as a painting against the blue sky.

"Jesus."

Stop the car and close the door.

Ethan stretched out: "I don't think you should sell this place."

“It’s a first-class place to use for vacation.”

After the vehicle stopped, there was silence all around, and you could still hear the faint sound of snow weighing down tree branches.

Coming to a place like this and staying for a while from time to time is a baptism for the soul.

It's much more comfortable than going out camping.

"Come here and help." Blake picked up a bunch of things and walked onto the porch with difficulty.

Ethan also hung all the remaining things on his body and walked up with her. The porch was not only at the front door, but also extended to the side. It felt like it went around half the house.

Blake took out the set of keys and inserted them into the door lock.

"Squeak."

With the push of her arm, the tall front door opened with a soft click.

The sun shines in and shines on the wooden floor.

Across the way is a large staircase with many paintings and photos hanging on the walls.

They were all portraits of people, who seemed to be the original owners and relatives of the house. With sharp eyes, Ethan found a photo of Blake when he was a child, which looked very similar to what he is now, with a wide smile and braces on his mouth.

It's just that there are tall wooden walls on both sides, which makes it look a bit narrow.

The next moment, Blake solved this doubt for him.

She put down her things, walked directly to a wooden wall, held it down with both hands, and pushed it to the side.

With her movements, the wooden wall that was as high as the ceiling slowly moved to the side, revealing the huge living room inside.

It turns out that this is just a thin partition wall.

Ethan also put down his things, pushed open the wooden wall on the other side, and had a panoramic view of the entire first floor of the house.

On one side is the living room and activity area.

On the other side is the dining room and kitchen, which are covered with dustproof cloths. The inside of the house is also very clean and tidy, with shiny wooden floors.

Without Blake's command, Ethan quickly moved to his feet.

He put away pieces of dustproof cloth and revealed the luxurious retro furniture underneath. The cabinets in the dining room were filled with exquisitely patterned porcelain and various silver candlesticks.

In the activity area, there is a pool table, and cues are hung on the wall next to it.

Although the pool table was well maintained, it could be seen that no one had used it for a long time.

There are also various exquisite ornaments on the fireplace in the living room.

Huge moose antlers hang above.

Blake was also very busy, Ethan was cleaning up in front, and she was wiping away with a few rags in the back.

Throwing the dustproof cloth into the corner, Ethan clapped his hands.

This thing will be used in a few days, there is no need to put it away.

Passing through the living room door, I saw Blake standing by the wall of the wooden staircase, carefully wiping a picture frame.

Ethan walked over and hugged her from behind:

"Is this little girl the Liz you were talking about?"

In the photo, there is an old lady with a kind face, one on the left and one on the right, with two little girls leaning on her side.

The one on the left is obviously Blake.

She must have been in her teens at the time, but her eyes were very discerning, and Ethan recognized her at a glance.

The little girl on the other side is a little shorter than Blake, and her appearance is somewhat similar to her. It can be seen that she is also a beauty.

"Yes."

Blake wiped it carefully and said in a sad tone: "When we were young, we did everything together."

"Later, when my father's job settled down, he took me away."

"I have been living and going to school outside, and it is difficult for me to come back to visit them."

"I didn't expect that when I came back this time, they would all be gone."

"Don't be sad." Ethan put his chin on her shoulder and said softly: "They will be very happy when they know you are back."

"Um."

Blake nodded and shivered again.

There is no heating in the house now, and it is as cold as an ice cave.

"Where is the switch?" Ethan let go of his hand and asked.

I just tried the switch and the power was out in the house.

"It seems to be in the tool room." Blake wasn't sure.

Now he didn't care about cleaning the upstairs. Under her leadership, the two of them walked to the back together. Solving the heating problem first was the top priority.

Go through the back door and down the porch.

There are also tall trees everywhere behind the house, and the area close to the house seems a bit more open, and it should be a very large lawn.

There is a thick layer of white snow with a few shallow animal paw prints on it.

Next to the house is a tool shed.

There were also tree trunks piled up like a wall next to it. Ethan immediately thought of the huge fireplace just now and would need to get some firewood later.

Blake opened the tool room, which was dimly lit and filled with clutter.

After some fiddling, she finally found the switch and closed it.

After pressing the switch, the utility room was illuminated by light. Ethan strode to the corner and picked up a long-handled ax with a cold light: "I'll get some firewood and burn the fireplace. It will heat up faster."

For such a big house, the speed of heating the whole house is definitely not very good.

"boom!"

A manic and explosive roar sounded, which frightened Ethan to the point where his scalp was numb and he turned around quickly.

"Ha ha."

Blake held a logging chain saw and pressed the switch. The saw teeth began to move rapidly, and the sound became even more terrifying.

She brandished the chain saw and shouted excitedly:

"How about we use this, hurry up."

The chain saw vibrates, and a beautiful woman is driving this thing, which has a rather violent aesthetic.

"Turn it off."

Just looking at her trembling arms, Ethan shook the sharp ax in his hand helplessly: "Believe me, this one is faster."

With her small body, she has no strength to swing the chainsaw a few times.

Blake turned off the chain saw with some regret. This thing was quite cool, it was quite domineering to hold, and it was also intimidating to use.

Even a murderer would be frightened when he saw this thing.

"Bah bang bang."

Waves of chopping sounds echoed through the mountains and forests.

In two or three strokes, Ethan became familiar with the force technique of the axe. Under the swing of his axe, each section of the tree trunk quickly turned into firewood of uniform size.

Blake was not idle either, moving one trip after another.

"Take it!"

Ethan turned the ax in a circle in his hand, the cold light flashed, and he chopped hard on the wooden pillar, the ax trembled slightly.

In just ten minutes, a large amount of firewood was chopped.

These things are enough for them to use in the next few days.

He picked up a large bundle of wooden sticks and strode towards the house. He could already feel some heat inside.

Blake had turned on all the electrical appliances that needed to be used. She was squatting in front of the fireplace, tinkering with a large iron bar inside. A raging fire was burning inside, and bursts of heat were forced out.

Her coat had been thrown aside. There were a few drops of sweat hanging on my nose.

There was also a thin layer of sweat on the collarbone.

The sweat, with the jump of firelight, shone with crystal light.

"Wow."

Ethan threw the wooden strips in his hand onto the iron frame next to the fireplace, and arranged them neatly with his hands and feet.

After some activity, he also felt that his body was warm.

He threw his coat on the sofa and twisted his waist left and right, making a crackling sound.

"ah!"

Blake let out a scream and was picked up by him.

The next moment, her body flew into the air and landed on the large sofa.

The whole person was vibrating with the springs of the sofa.

"What do you want to do?"

Blake's delicate face had a few traces of black ash on it, and he looked pitiful, like a bullied deer.

In her eyes, there was a happy smile.

"Do the right thing."

Ethan took out a bottle of whiskey from the bag next to him, took a big sip into his mouth, and said with a grin: "Vacation time starts from now on."

The sweet singing sounded and echoed throughout the house.

The sound penetrated the window and attracted the attention of the little squirrel in the tree.

It held the pine cone and looked at it. Regardless of the pine cone falling, it shyly covered its eyes with its paws.

Two hours later, under the influence of the heater, the room was already as warm as spring.

Ethan was lying on the sofa, holding a cigarette in his mouth and exhaling the smoke comfortably.

"I'm glad you're here."

Blake leaned against him and said lazily.

As for the funny big hand, he was unable to swat it away and could only let it do what he did.

"It's my honor."

Ethan smiled and scratched her nose and put out the cigarette butt.

Their breathing gradually became calmer, and with the crackling sound of firewood coming from time to time, they slowly fell asleep on the large sofa.

I don’t know how long it took, but Ethan was woken up by a slight chopping sound.

Subconsciously, I hugged him to the side, but I missed it.

He opened his eyes and looked at the fireplace. The firewood inside had turned into red coals.

He looked at his watch again and saw that he had slept for two hours. He stood up and walked in the direction of the sound.

The drinks and food bought on the ground have disappeared and should have been packed away by Blake.

She was busy in the kitchen, clumsily chopping some vegetables. She was only wearing two thin pieces of underwear and an apron.

What a beautiful cook girl, Ethan leaned against the wall and threw a cigarette into his mouth.

"How did you sleep?"

Blake turned back and smiled at him: "Dinner will be ready soon. After you finish eating, I will take you to a good place."

"Aren't you going to clean up upstairs?"

Ethan looked at her shaking body and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"later."

Blake paused while chopping vegetables, then continued chopping: "Plenty of time, don't be in a hurry."

"Besides, it's just the two of us, so it's okay to sleep in the living room."

Of course Ethan has no problem with it. There are food, drinks and girls. Holiday life is not just about taking your time.

Blake was left busy in the kitchen, wandering around the house with a cigarette in his mouth. The decoration in the house was closer to the traditional classical style.

In addition to being big, the house is also very stylish.

When he turned to the corner of the living room, he stopped. He didn't notice that there was a gun cabinet here.

Inside the glass are two double-barreled shotguns, one long and one short. They are simple in shape. The patches are gray in color and the walnut stock exudes a warm luster.

It can be seen that both guns are quite old.

Texas' gun control is already very loose, and with a family living alone in a place like this, it's not surprising to have two guns in the house.

There was just a lock hanging on it. He took off the lock and opened the glass cabinet.

Both shotguns were taken out and felt very comfortable to hold.

Pull out the barrel of the gun and see that it is loaded with shotgun. This thing is no joke. If you shoot it out, your head will be smashed.

Instead of putting the gun back, Ethan walked around with it.

After walking around for a while, he put the shotgun somewhere convenient in the living room, and then returned to the kitchen with satisfaction.

"Dinner is ready."

Blake placed two plates on the small bar next to him and asked him to sit down.

There are only two people here, so make it as simple as possible.

"This looks delicious."

Ethan looked at the obviously overcooked steak and praised it with a smile.

He picked up his fork, stabbed a piece of broccoli into his mouth, and instantly made up his mind that he couldn't let Blake cook anymore.

I came here to have fun, not to endure hardship.

"Thanks."

Blake ate happily: "I seldom cook, you have earned it."

"You're right."

Ethan cut the steak and put it in his mouth to chew hard.

"Delicious." Blake didn't care. Maybe the food she made was not good enough. She picked up the red wine glass and gestured to Ethan: "May we have a wonderful holiday."

"Dang~"

The wine glasses collided with each other and made a crisp sound.

Ethan drank the red wine in one gulp and said with a smile: "So far, everything is perfect."

After the two had dinner, Blake yelled at him to get dressed.

Not only that, she also took a small backpack and put a flashlight, whiskey and other things in it.

"Where are we going?"

Ethan got dressed and zipped up.

"Back mountain."

Blake wore a jacket and swung his backpack behind him: "I used to go there to play when I was a kid. I hope all that still exists."

When he heard that he was going up the mountain, Ethan immediately hung the long-handled shotgun on his shoulder.

"rest assured."

Blake waved his hand: "At most, we will encounter wild boars. There is no danger."

"Are you sure you can outrun a wild boar?"

Ethan flicked the cigarette into his mouth and lit it with a lighter.

"You make sense." Blake pointed at Ethan, smiled and waved: "Let's go."

She didn't know what could make her so excited.

When I went out, I didn't drive.

Follow Blake's lead and exit along the back door.

At this time, the sun was hanging on the side of the mountain, trying its best to send out the last trace of its afterglow.

After walking a few hundred meters along the road, Blake turned around and walked towards a corner. After a while, her steps slowed down.

This is a small cemetery, with twenty or thirty tombstones scattered in the snow, and a few birdsong can be heard from time to time.

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