Mysterious journey

After roughly sorting out his thoughts and not thinking any more, Galen took off his clothes, turned off the kerosene lamp, lay down on the bed, covered himself with a quilt, slowly calmed down, and fell into sleep in the darkness.

Dang. Dang. The morning bell rings one after another.

White light shone on the white bed. Garen, who was sleeping on his back, slowly opened his eyes, looked outside in confusion, took a deep breath, and then slowly lifted the quilt and sat up.

In the light red room, the red boards on the walls and floor were peeling off in some places, revealing the light yellow wood underneath. The silver-edged oil painting of a wheat field hanging on the wall is a little crooked. The window on the right was half open, and gusts of cold wind kept pouring in, making a faint whine.

Thump thump thump.

The sound of my sister Ying'er's footsteps could be heard faintly from the living room outside, and the footsteps on the floor were extremely clear.

Garen rubbed his temples to clear his mind. Get out of bed. He was wearing off-white pajamas, long sleeves and long trousers, and his chest looked a bit fat and loose. Pulling his clothes on his chest, Garen showed a hint of helplessness on his face.

"I didn't feel it before, but now I still wear my mother's pajamas to sleep. Why does it feel weird?"

Go to the window and gently close the open window.

Below the window, on the right side is the passing inner street of the community. Several passers-by are wearing thick windbreakers, and one even wears a dome hat and scarf. In the open space behind the building on the left, there were several more cars parked than before. They are all black or white, and the two headlights look like antique cars with bulging goldfish eyes.

"This kind of car looks good. In fact, every time you drive it for dozens of miles, you have to turn off the engine and wait for it to cool down." Garen shook his head speechlessly and sniffed. He smelled a strong smell of fried eggs and hot milk. fragrant.

Leaving the window, he walked to the bedroom door and gently turned the doorknob, revealing a spacious red living room. On the right, the yellow and white curtains were blown up by the strong wind outside the window.

On the left, you can directly see the kitchen at the end, where your sister Ying'er is holding a black spatula in her hand and carefully turning over the fried eggs in the pot. She changed into a short black dress with a waistband, with a white lace at the bottom of the skirt, and her legs were put on the thickest black cotton pantyhose with no skin color visible. Her purple-black shawl hair was scattered casually behind her back, and her wine-red eyes were focused on the fried eggs in the pot.

"Are you up? Go wash up, and then you can come over for breakfast. I bought fresh white bread, plus fried eggs and hot milk." Ying'er glanced at Garen and said casually.

"Aren't they coming back?" Garen wiped his face with his hands, feeling that his hands were full of oil. He walked a few steps forward, turned left, entered the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror and turned on the faucet.

Wow.

White water spurted out from the faucet. Garen took his red towel and wet it, wrung it out, and then pressed it on his face.

"Didn't I tell you last time? The company has something to do and I'm on a business trip." Ying'er answered casually.

"Do you know where to go?"

"It seems that it's Delin City. We have to take a long-distance train from here. It will take at least three days to get there. If you come back once," Ying'er said, turning off the fire, pouring out the omelette and putting it on the table. .

"It will take more than a week to come back, so we have to spend this weekend by ourselves." She sat down and placed the bread, milk, and fried eggs separately. "Okay, you can eat."

Garen quickly finished rinsing his mouth, inserted the wooden toothbrush back into the wash cup, turned around and left the bathroom, and also sat on the seat opposite Ying'er.

The two sat down facing each other on the rectangular mahogany table. On the silver metal plates in front of them were placed a triangular piece of light yellow bread, with subtle letters on the bread.

Garen picked up the knife and fork, stuck the bread in one hand, cut off a piece with a knife and stuffed it directly into his mouth. A little hard, a little dry, very lightly sweet, and quite powdery.

Ying'er took a sip of milk first. "Today is Saturday, do you have any plans?"

"Well, I'm going to Burnington, an old street in the south of the city. There's a newly opened antique store there that I want to check out." Garen lowered his head and ate the omelette.

"Bernington is very far... From our Blue Tree Street, you have to go through the city center, and then you have to walk for more than half an hour to get there. You have to walk diagonally. What are you doing in the antique store?" Ying Er asked doubtfully, "If there's nothing important, I want to go to the fruit market and take a look at the pet street next to it. You can go with me to help me carry my things." After she finished speaking, she glanced at Galen, her eyes There was a faint flash of expectation.

"Buy some of my favorite white pears." She quickly added.

"White pears?" Garen was slightly startled. In the past, Garen's favorite food was white pears. "Forget it, I have something to do at the antique store."

"Okay." Ying'er nodded, said no more, lowered her head and concentrated on eating.

"By the way, it's autumn, so be careful to add or remove clothes to avoid getting sick." Garen added, stuffing the remaining food into his mouth in a few mouthfuls, and then drank the last bit of milk in the cup in one gulp. "I'm leaving first." He stood up and went back to the bedroom to change clothes.

Ying'er sat at the table and glanced at Jia Lung who was getting up, and suddenly became a little listless. Pieces of bread were inserted into the plate one after another.

Garen changed into a thick black coat and blue-black trousers and walked out, with a black and white square scarf wrapped around his neck. His whole body is no longer as thin as before, and he looks faintly like a slender and handsome boy. It's just that his eyes are a little too deep, like two pure dark red and black gems, connected to the infinite abyss. Completely different from before.

The change in his eyes suddenly made Garen's temperament much more stable and solid.

Ying'er looked up and her eyes lit up slightly. "How long are you going to go? When will you come back?"

Garen pulled off the scarf around his neck. "I'll definitely be back for dinner in the afternoon, okay, I'll go out first."

He walked to the door and put on his black leather boots, opened the door with a click and walked out.

The stairwell outside the door was opposite the door. The door of the house opposite happened to be open. A middle-aged man wearing glasses and holding a black bag looked back at him. Without saying anything, he closed the door gently after entering without any intention of saying hello.

Gallon remembered this neighbor. The owner was this middle-aged man with glasses named Polis. There was no hostess and only a seven or eight-year-old boy living with him. Both of them were taciturn and never said hello when they met. Only Garen and the others said hello and introduced themselves when they were going up and down the stairs when they first moved here. They usually didn't say hello when they saw each other. This impolite quality impressed the Garon family deeply.

Holding the cold metal door with his back hand and pressing it gently, Garen rubbed his hands. Feeling that the palms of my hands felt a little warmer, I walked down the stairs.

Go down to the stairs, turn left along the gray-white grid floor, and walk into the gray-black road between black street lights.

Following the road out of the community, there are streets and roads surrounded by khaki buildings on both sides. There are sidewalks protected by black railings on the roadside, with very few pedestrians on them.

An antique car was slowly passing by on the street, emitting white smoke, followed closely by an ox cart transporting fruit. The driver shouted and cracked his whip from time to time.

Garen walked on the sidewalk surrounded by black railings and looked at the khaki buildings around him.

The buildings on the street are all about seven stories tall. Some have open square windows, some are closed and have barbed wire fences. The edges of the building are arc-shaped without sharp corners.

The cool autumn wind blew Garen's hair back and he couldn't help but lower his head, feeling that his skin was stiff, a little hard and numb. There are also small trees planted in the black railing. There are no leaves on the branches, just bare branches, with one at intervals.

Galen walked along the sidewalk for about twenty minutes, and there were more cars and people on the street. A brass nameplate passed by had the letters Huayuan Street engraved on it.

Entering an intersection and turning left again, the houses on both sides of the street turned into gorgeous buildings with complex gray and white patterns. There were tall columns and some exquisite reliefs on the surface of the houses. The black street lights on both sides of the road also have some white balls as decoration at the top.

On the cold sidewalk, a woman wearing a thick white dress with silver trim was walking her dog. On the decorative black metal bench, two old men on crutches sat chatting quietly.

Garen tightened his scarf, raised his head and glanced upstairs to the left. The fifth floor of the gray building on the left is where his uncle lives. Their ability to enter Holy Orioles College was largely due to their uncle's relationship.

This uncle started from scratch and built a large and powerful industry. He is also one of the richest businessmen in the entire Huaishan City. What is rare is that he has always been very good to Gallon. It is just because of his patriarchal mentality or blood relationship that he treats Gallon. Ying'er is relatively cold.

"Let's go see uncle when we come back later." Garen lowered his head and quickened his pace, walking towards the end of the street with gray buildings.

A square brass plaque erected on the sidewalk as we passed by read: Burnington.

At the end of the street is an arc corner. Just at the corner, there is a small shop with a round arch. The door of the shop is open, and a pale yellow light shines from inside. An old man wearing glasses is sitting in front of an antique yellow bookshelf, concentrating on Hold a magnifying glass and look at the small thing in your hand.

Garen glanced at the upper right corner. Hanging on the gray wall was a triangular black nameplate with white letters engraved on it: Dolphin Antique Shop.

He strode over directly, entered the store and looked around.

Under the dim yellow light, there was not a single customer in this small antique store.

The entire store was dark red, and the store was filled with more than a dozen tables, large and small. The walls and tables were covered with thick crimson cloth, and some strange things were placed on them.

Garen stepped on the dark yellow wooden board, making the sound of footsteps. As soon as he entered the door, he found someone on his right. He was startled. He looked carefully and saw a white half-length human sculpture on the right side of the door. It was a curly-haired child with only shoulders and head. The lower part was composed of rectangular stone pillars.

"What do you need?" The old man's skin was sallow, and his face was covered with black age spots and wrinkles. When he saw Garen entering the door, he put down the magnifying glass in his hand and asked in a low voice.

"Let me take a look." Garen was frightened for a moment, then calmed down and quickly replied, "You don't have to greet me, I'll just take a look."