"I'm very happy about this too, Hathaway."
Jenkins, who was lying on his side, felt that his throat was a little hoarse now. This may be an illusion, it may be because of being too nervous, or it may be because of the strange fear caused by the cat's paws scratching the back of his neck.
"Speaking of which, at this moment, is there any necessary ritual that I need to do, such as cooking a bowl of red bean soup?"
"Oh, Jenkins, what are you talking about?"
Hathaway asked suspiciously, but immediately laughed again:
"Look, I knew that I must be the first. No matter how many girls are around you, I must be the first. There is nothing wrong with that."
What happened last night was definitely a big event for Jenkins, but after waking up in the morning, he didn't feel the solemn sense of ceremony, so he felt a little inexplicably lost.
After waking up, the two had breakfast together. They planned to spend today by Hathaway's side, but she drove them away.
"We're not married, you understand? You can be a little too clumsy sometimes, go do your own thing."
Before leaving, Hathaway arranged Jenkins' clothes and tiptoed to kiss him. There was nothing out of the ordinary about the dainty redhead, and Jenkins could only sense the pleasure in her.
"In this way, you will really become my lover."
When the two kissed goodbye, Hathaway said so. Seeing the astonishment on Jenkins' face, he patiently tidied up his collar:
"It's going to be all right, Jenkins. There's going to be a happy ending to our affairs before the end of the summer. Oh sir, please be serious, I'm waiting for you to ask me out next time, shall I ask?"
"Next time... yes, next time. Miss Hesha, when will you have time? I can always..."
All in all, a fantastic night that allowed Jenkins to grow a lot. On the way to Papa's antique shop, thinking about last night's experience, the girl was as enthusiastic as the red hair she had, and Jenkins now concluded that she usually didn't have any metal brackets to set off her figure under her usual clothes. And her perfume smells good.
jingle~
The door of the antique store was pushed open, and the old man looked up at the serious Jenkins, and then at the obviously angry cat.
"What are you thinking about so early? Man and nature or the theory of the end of all things?"
Dad asked casually, his eyes moved back to the newspaper.
"Everything reproduces."
Jenkins gave the answer.
The old man froze for a moment, touched his chin and looked at Jenkins suspiciously, wondering if it was a real person. After thinking for a long time, I couldn't figure out how to answer this sentence, so I simply gave up the topic, and then said:
"I brought the things you left in the church for you, and you can take them home in the evening. The work of the angel is over, so you have to settle down and continue studying, don't run around all day, it's not good for you benefit."
After a brief "grounding", Jenkins was allowed to go home to live, including the stray butterfly, and his personal belongings were also taken back.
Jenkins listened to his father absently, and looked at the counter in a daze. A small suitcase contained his change of clothes, and his cane and glass bottles were kept by the alley.
"Meow~"
The cat with a strange expression on its face walked to the side of the glass bottle, and then stretched out its front paws with a look of revenge, and the bottle fell directly from the counter and landed on the ground with a crisp shattering sound.
Because of his absent-mindedness, Jenkins' first reaction to the falling object was to reach out to catch it, and then by a very coincidence, he happened to bump into the lost butterfly that had just regained its freedom.
Butterflies fluttered in the dry room. The cat jumped down from above and the man stretched out his hand next to it, touching its wings at the same time.
Without any vision, the man and the cat disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the stunned old man holding the newspaper, watching the butterflies continue to fly in surprise.
"this… "
Seeing the butterfly flying in his direction, the old man jumped up from the rocking chair in front of the fireplace, grabbed his coat and retreated to the door, then opened the door carefully to let the cold wind blow in, and quickly walked out the door.
He closed the door of the store heavily, and looked through the glass of the window to the interior of the empty store. The shards of glass in front of the counter shone like noble works of art in the light of the gas lamps, and the butterflies on the chocolate cushions were still flapping their wings.
The thousands of words in my father's heart finally converged into a complaint that contained the essence of Nolan's dialect. After locking the door, with his hands behind his back, without even taking an umbrella and a coat, he braved the light rain in the morning and walked towards the church.
(Finnie is praying... )
Jenkins couldn't quite understand what happened, and when he realized that he had touched the lost butterfly, it was too late.
An uncomfortable space transfer happened immediately, and the dizziness and illusion in front of him made him lose his ability to think. Jenkins still can't understand the mystery of space, and he can't seriously observe the strange scene in space transformation.
All he could do was hug his cat tightly, and when he saw the huge claw protruding from the mottled color blocks, he split the claw in two with a sword.
The last time I touched the Lost Butterfly, I was lucky enough to be transferred to the same city. But this time luck did not favor Jenkins again, and when he recovered, he fell into the snow.
Sitting up with the help of the snow surface, you can see the endless snowfield as far as the eye can see, and in the distance you can vaguely see the towering snow-capped mountains that seem to be connected to the sky.
"No matter where this is, it can't be Nolan. This is not even the west coast of the mainland... Eh, what is this?"
After pinching the soft cat in his hand to make sure it was fine, he looked up and saw a wooden sign not far away. Regardless of scolding the cat who wanted to attack the butterfly again, Jenkins patted the snow off his head and shoulders, walked over and saw the words on the wooden sign:
[Don't come over!]
Although the three kingdoms use the same script but different languages, and the same region has slight differences in the writing of letters due to differences in customs. The person who wrote on the sign obviously didn't know the standard alphabet, and Jenkins almost didn't recognize the cursive letters.
"Huh? What does that mean?"
The ground was empty, and because of the weight of the man and the cat, the hollow under the wooden sign was exposed and greeted them enthusiastically.
The entrance of the cave was originally covered with dead branches and straw to prevent people from not being able to see the entrance of the cave in the white sky. Some people even thoughtfully erected a sign to prevent falling. It's a pity that the heavy snow covered everything, but the wooden sign attracted Jenkins.