Mr. Kesma was humming a nostalgic ditty and was tending to an inexpensive potted plant, which was his recent hobby. The children have gradually grown up, and with the independence of Mason and Dulin, there has been a desire in the family to break out of the nest and venture into the outside world. He knew that there was nothing he could do about it, so he began to find other hobbies for himself, such as taking care of some potted plants that he thought were very beautiful and meaningful.
Most of these potted plants originate from farmland or newly grown branches under a certain tree. From pruning and cultivating these plants that will not resist and cannot leave the pot, Mr. Kesma seems to have regained his control. Desire satisfaction.
He has no detailed plans or concepts for the maintenance and pruning of potted plants. He only knows how to make these small things look the way he wants. He held the scissors in his hand and pointed it at a small bud that had just emerged from the knot on the branch. Just when he was about to kill him, the door of the living room was suddenly pushed open violently.
Mr. Kesma, who was highly focused on holding the scissors to what he wanted the potted plant to look like, shook his hands, and what was even more terrible was that he cut it. Looking at most of the branches lying motionless on the ground, Mr. Kesma was stunned for a while, then silently put the scissors on the table, bent down and picked up the cut branches on the ground with both hands, held them in his hands and looked at them for a few times, and then put the scissors on the table silently. He turned his attention to the living room.
He wanted to see who dared to make such a big noise in Mr. Kesma's house. Just when he opened the door and was about to scold him, his whole body seemed to have been pressed on the pause button - he rubbed his eyes, the muscles on his tense face jumped twice, and his eyes immediately softened, but his face He still looks very serious and rigid.
"By God, my lovely Du Lin is back!" A figure rushed past him, pushed away Mason who was smiling and waiting for praise, and hugged Du Lin fiercely in white, green In the arms of broken flowers.
Dulin gently patted the woman's broad and powerful back, "Yes, Mom, I'm back." He then looked at Mr. Kesma, whose emotions had already changed in a very short time. After he calmed down, he walked to the edge of the wicker chair and sat down. He picked up the water glass and took a sip. He took the pipe out of his pocket, held it in his mouth, and glanced at Du Lin sideways.
With Mrs. Kesma's exclamation of joy, the house of Kesma's house seemed to come alive. The brothers, sisters, and younger brothers were like magicians hiding in a corner waiting to call, and then they all ran away in one breath. out. They surrounded Du Lin, asking bizarre and exaggerated questions one after another, but Du Lin just laughed and didn't answer.
The reunion after parting really makes people feel particularly surprised and strange.
The youngest sister stood awkwardly holding on to the door frame. She did not lean in like the other brothers and sisters. She stood far away with an indescribable sense of alienation in her timid eyes. It was only three months, but it was still a long time for the children, so long that some familiar Tongxi became strangers. Du Lin waved to the sister named Lilith, and Lilith moved slowly and hesitantly and leaned over.
In the mind of this child who was only five...or four years old, some things about Dulin had become a little strange. From time to time she looked at Mr. Kesma in the room who could give her courage, and got closer to Dulin.
Du Lin took out a candy wrapped in brown paper from his pocket. The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and the strangeness disappeared without a trace, and she pounced on it.
Although sugar is not a luxury product, it is not a cheap enough taste that everyone can enjoy.
"From the look of you... you seem to be doing well in the city?" Mr. Kesma looked at Du Lin up and down and couldn't help but nod. In fact, he didn't know how much the suit Du Lin was wearing was worth, but he thought it shouldn't be too bad. Mr. Kesma didn't know that Dulin drove back, let alone the things he did in the town, otherwise he would definitely not be as calm as he is now!
In Mr. Kesma's rigid mind, this very decent suit might have been rented or borrowed just to protect his face and avoid being laughed at by him. Mr. Kesma crossed his legs and felt a lot in his heart. Although it was only three months, Dulin had gained a lot of maturity, and he also knew how to cover up his embarrassment and poverty in other ways to comfort him. Relatives at home.
He breathed a long sigh of relief, and the moment he made the sound, the whole family fell silent, and everyone looked at him.
"Du Lin, what are you doing now? Apprentice? Or working somewhere? Take off your clothes first and let your mother put them away. Don't get them dirty or damaged, so as not to get into trouble when you return them. !" Mr. Kesma pointed at Dulin, "Tell me, how did you live in the city during this period? Did you encounter anything that couldn't be solved? Do you have any thoughts about coming back?"
From Mr. Kesma's point of view, the purpose of Dulin's return home at this time was not to "visit relatives", but to go home and test his words. After all, he was so decisive when he left, and now he suddenly wants to come back, which really makes him lose face.
Dulin laughed. Mr. Kesma remained unchanged and was as "dictatorial" as ever. He walked to Mr. Kesma, took out his lighter and lit his pipe, saying, "Father, I will come back this time. I hope to bring some changes to the family!" Dulin looked at Mason, "What I am most curious about now is how Mason became the Sheriff."
Sheriffs belong to the police hierarchy, but there are some differences. The powers of a peace officer are actually greater than that of a police officer, and much greater. Not just anyone who wants to become a peace officer can become a peace officer. It requires a lot of troublesome approvals and procedures. In addition to serving as a police officer in the town, the Sheriff also plays the role of a "soldier". When necessary, he can even mobilize the townspeople to form a guard and distribute weapons to resist foreign enemies.
And Dulin only learned about this after he went to Tenel City.
His only thought now is whether he can get Mason to Turnel, and then arrange a decent position for him to protect Dulin's career.
The relationship between him and Plando is actually quite complicated. On the surface, the relationship between the two parties is okay, but under the surface, the relationship may not be so harmonious. The 10,000 yuan given by Du Lin was not so easy to eat. Presumably Plando also understood this very well. When he took a small amount, Plando took the initiative, but when he took too much and his wallet was full, he may not be able to take the initiative. Be sure of it.
Under such circumstances, there was no telling when Prondo would stab him in the back, so Dulin really hoped to have one of his own in the police force.
I stood there for 7~8 hours today without eating or drinking. I’m so tired. I’ll update more tomorrow. I’ll rest first.
(End of chapter)