On Saturday morning, the city was gradually recovering under the rainy sky. Although [Rain Man] did not know which corner of the material world was teleported by Jenkins, Nolan's weather was still continuously affected by it.
On the Westminster River, the cargo ships spewing steam towards the sky are constantly flowing, and the sailors and workers have already started a busy day.
By the busy river, raindrops beat on the window sill, but the quiet neighborhood has not yet fully awakened. At least, Jenkins has not yet fully awakened.
He opened his eyes and felt that the quilt on his body and the mattress under him were slippery, as if they were not his own. Then he realized that this was definitely not his home, and he didn't have the habit of sleeping on his upper body.
At this time, he was lying on his side on the bed. Apart from some pain in his head, his body also felt a little sore. Because I didn't wear a shirt, I could easily feel how silky the quilt was; because I was lying on my side, I could easily see the Westmins River and the gloomy sky outside the window.
"This is definitely not my house. You can't see such a scene on St. George's Street. I'm in..."
He was a little confused, trying hard to recall what happened yesterday.
The first thing that comes to mind, of course, is the experience with Fenny in the cemetery in the morning. The crying girl seemed to have grown up at that moment, or she might have changed from an ordinary person to an extraordinary person, which gave her a different kind of enlightenment.
Anyway, after that, Jenkins woke up the unconscious female scribes in the woods, and took them back to the church together. As for what happened in the cemetery, Jenkins and Fenny have already agreed. Fenny may not understand the meaning of believers and angels, but at least she fully believes in Jenkins.
"That's fine, so what happened after that?"
He was still confused about where he was, and then saw his cat wandering along the bed and approaching him. Because Jenkins remains on his side, the cat looms large in view.
Its eyes are full of scrutiny, as if evaluating whether the cake in front of it is delicious, or blaming someone for taking a bite out of the cake in front of it.
"After that, I found Bishop Parode and asked him about donations. Except for Louise's family, too many people died in that alley. Pirate King Divo appeared there, and I also have something to do with it , so I thought I should do something to make up for my mistakes. Even though most of the people who died had no relatives, at least I could do one last thing for them.”
This matter did not take too long, and Bishop Parode directly called the priest in charge of the corresponding affairs and asked him to arrange for Jenkins to donate. It is of course a good thing that someone is willing to donate. According to Jenkins' memory, he basically processed those cumbersome donation documents before three o'clock yesterday afternoon.
"So why didn't I sleep in my own home?"
He thought suspiciously. Because it is uncomfortable to be scrutinized by the cat's eyes, I want to turn over. But as soon as his body moved, he immediately felt an arm resting on his body.
The arm was thin and well-skinned, it must belong to some woman... and Jenkins didn't feel the sleeve.
"The donation was arranged yesterday afternoon, and I chatted with Fenny for a while, and then left the church. Dad is not in the antique shop, and I will go to work tomorrow, so I went to... Ruen!"
Yesterday was Friday, the time agreed to make up the party. It's just that Jenkins was so tired from recent events that he postponed the party again. Alexia didn't care, but Dolores who was present at the time seemed a little disappointed, but she didn't show it.
"After that, I returned to Nolan, and now the window is indeed Nolan's scenery. After returning, I went to..."
"Jenkins, why did you wake up so early?"
Hathaway's lazy voice sounded from behind, and the girl who shared a quilt with Jenkins hugged him from behind. Jenkins felt whether the other party was wearing clothes, and the memories of last night completely returned.
"I went to find Hathaway and Britney. Now that I understand what I want, I have to tell them seriously. Britney is not here. I only found Hathaway, and then I ate candlelight in her house. dinner… "
Everything was so natural. After all, they were adults. After dinner, the two sat on the sofa and chatted; maybe because of the cup of hot chocolate, they kissed each other while chatting, and then...
The cat's eyes are so sharp that Jenkins has the illusion that his soul is being scratched by his claws. His face turned red suddenly, remembering what happened last night.
"Jenkins~"
Hathaway's lazy voice came again, she hugged Jenkins' neck, and whispered good morning in his ear gently. Jenkins tried his best to control his emotions, and said good morning to the girl softly.
Struggling to get out of her arms, she turned over and finally saw Hathaway's reddish cheeks. Her red hair was disheveled, and the blush on her face was barely noticeable.
"What's wrong? Don't tell me, you suddenly lost your memory."
The red-haired girl teased.
"No, I don't have amnesia, I remember it very clearly..."
He suddenly felt that he was playing a hooligan.
"I mean, last night was great, yes, it was great."
Jenkins had never had such an experience, so he didn't know what to say at this moment was more natural. But his clumsy performance is itself a kind of "natural" performance. Hathaway was not angry, but laughed instead:
"To be honest, I really didn't expect you to be so bold yesterday. I thought I would have to wait a long, long time before you do this, yes, a long, long time."
She played with the ends of her hair unconsciously with her left hand, and then gently kissed his cheek.
It was Jenkins who took the initiative yesterday. He suspected that Hathaway added [Witch's Kiss] to the meal, but that was impossible, and that kind of thing couldn't affect him.
"I figured out a few things, and I figured that was the right thing to do."
The two had done similar things in the dream world, so last night was actually not the first time, but it was also the first time... Jenkins couldn't explain all this very well, and he couldn't accurately describe his feelings in a few words.
The lady put her arms around Jenkins' neck again,
"You are indeed different. Although I knew you liked us in the past, I can also feel that you are rejecting us, you are rejecting everyone. Now you are different, and I am very happy, Jenkins. You don't need to ask me Explain what happened to you, but I'm really happy."