The two continued to walk forward. The girl lowered her head and kicked the stone in front of her feet far away. Jenkins let out a sigh of relief:
"That's really great. I heard from the newspaper that there were only two families in that alley who happened not to be at home..."
He suddenly realized one thing, because this is only a one-in-two possibility:
"Your aunt's house, isn't it the Strese's house mentioned in the newspaper?"
"Yes, sir, your guess is accurate!"
This is the family where Dad wants to buy antiques. I didn't expect such a coincidence to happen in the world.
Since the destination of the two is the same, then the road ahead will naturally go together. Jenkins would not say that he used to join in the fun, so after thinking about it, he made an excuse to go to the optical shop on the corner over there.
"Yes, there's an optician's there!"
Jenkins recalled the shops he saw at the time and chose the most credible one:
"Yes, I've been seeing things very blurry recently, yes, that's true!"
"Is that so, sir?"
The girl asked with concern: "I heard in the church that glasses are very expensive..."
The two walked to the entrance of the alley together before separating. The police still cordoned off the place, and the girl was immediately questioned, but as long as what she said was true, there shouldn't be a problem.
"So what am I going to do here?"
Now that he can't go to the alley to see, Jenkins is naturally in a state of doing nothing.
He walked forward along the street with his hands clasped, thinking in his heart whether he should go to the abandoned cemetery to try to find [Sister's Clothes for Shrouded Corpse] while he has time.
When I looked up, a familiar figure was walking across the street, and I met an acquaintance again, it was my father.
"Hey, Jenkins, why are you here?"
The old man took off his hat and asked, seeing his dusty appearance, he should have walked over too.
"that is because… "
He didn't know how to explain it to make the various causal relationships clear, "It's hard to explain."
Honest answer.
"and you?"
"Does it need to be said, of course it's because of the antique vase! What happened on Saturday, the family didn't come back until today. It just so happens that you are here, let's go together, and help me move the vase back, young man You have to work harder!"
As he spoke, he greeted Jenkins to walk down the alley.
"Wait, Dad!"
He absolutely can't go to Stress's house now. If he meets the girl again, how will he explain his motivation for coming here? He seems to have made a simple thing very complicated.
Do you want to say:
"Oh, I just happened to come here to buy glasses, and I happened to meet Dad, and I happened to be Dad's apprentice, and Dad happened to come here to buy vases."
He himself felt that such an explanation was too laborious, and the inexplicable shame would make the little girl Fei Sifu think that he had ulterior motives to follow her.
"I still have something to do."
He scratched his hair: "I'm working nearby. After you buy it, move it to the entrance of the alley. I'll come over when I see it!"
"Okay then~"
The old man also felt that Jenkins's attitude was a bit strange, but young people are always like this, and he didn't think there was a problem: "Well, we will talk for about half an hour. If you finish your work ahead of time, you can take a look around , there is a bookstore over there."
"Okay, Dad!"
In short, Jenkins is currently in the predicament of having to stay but really having nowhere else to go, for a number of reasons that are very complicated to explain.
Watching Dad turn into the alley, he walked forward while unbuttoning the chest of his coat, letting the chocolate leak out in the winter wind.
"Where do you want to go?"
"Meow~"
Chocolat looked sleepy, and let out a dream-like cry.
Since the cat has nowhere to go, Jenkins can only go to the bookstore that the old man said. It is at the intersection of the corner of this street, and part of the floor tiles of the store extending outwards is also paved with uneven stone bricks, and several tables with parasols are placed for people to rest.
With the weather like this, naturally there would be no pedestrians sitting here.
"If I saw this store last time, I would definitely wonder why there are two bookstores in such a short distance."
He said it as an afterthought in his mind, but in fact it is normal for a new bookstore and a used bookstore to be on the same street.
This time, I didn't encounter any strange things again. After all, although I was unlucky, at least I didn't encounter the same misfortune on the same street twice in a row.
But just when I was thinking about whether to really pick a book and linger in the bookshelf with a heavy ink smell, I heard a familiar voice:
"Can it be cheaper?"
"Sorry, sir, I was only hired to collect the money, and changing the price can only be decided by the boss."
He put down the book in his hand, and poked his head out from the side of the bookshelf. The one holding the wallet was a young man with a lot of freckles on his face and a red nose. Rather, it was Mr. George Liverpool who tried to break into the ladies' club.
He was still dressed as when we met that day, except that he wore a gray vest that didn't fit very well, and his aesthetics seemed to be even weirder than Jenkins.
"There are shadows, not vampires."
Instinctively, he judged so.
"Why do you always run into acquaintances today?"
Thinking suspiciously, but in fact the two are not very familiar, so they didn't say hello.
Jenkins also has a dedicated study at home, but he usually reads in the living room or at the dining table. Only two floors of the bookshelves in the study are filled, and most of them are books related to literature and mathematics. He wants to use this to maintain his personality as a well-known writer and mathematics lover.
"Maybe should buy another batch, at least to fill the shelves."
His fingers rested on the black book cover of "Rebecca's Prophecy", and he thought it would be too shameful to say "Please send this row of books to St. George's Street" aloud, like those upstarts with little culture factory owner.
"Maybe I can ask my father to help me get some old books. He should have some connections."
He made up his mind, and when he saw that the time agreed with his father was almost up, he picked up a copy of "Stories of Strangers" and prepared to pay the bill. At least in the Nolan area, he will be given a considerable share of every story collection sold.
Standing at the entrance of the alley without waiting for a long time, the old man walked out with a smile on his face, and it seemed that everything went well.
"Today's luck is really good, they agreed to sell that vase!"
"Great, where is the vase? Do I need to go into the alley to get it out?"
He tilted his head and looked behind his father. He didn't look like he was carrying a vase.