Without the obstruction of dense buildings, the sun shines in from the west, and the red sky makes Old Mel's wrinkled face shiny and red.
Old Mel bared his teeth, tapped his lower back, and groaned twice. A fat boy sat by the fence and said mercilessly, "You are old!"
"You don't need to remind me of this!" Old Mel glared at his grandson, "Have you finished your homework? Be careful your mother teaches you a lesson!"
The fat boy rolled his eyes, "Isn't there still one more day? I'll go to Nathan's house to do some work tomorrow."
"Hmph!" Old Mel moved his body and continued to bend down. Although he has his own grocery store and no longer needs to farm, decades of lifestyle have still made him have the habit of growing some small vegetables on his own. He is now harvesting his own dinner, "Don't think I don't know you are What are you going to do! Their family is going to worship in the morning, you two little ones can do whatever you want!"
The fat boy didn't care about being seen through. He pointed forward and said, "I want to eat beans!"
Old Mel rolled his eyes, his expression was exactly the same as that of his grandfather and grandson.
"Mel!" The cry came from the front yard. Old Mel put the frame in his hand into his grandson's arms and quickly slipped to the front yard. Business is always more important than dinner, because business will bring countless dinners!
"Mel!" The visitor stood on the front porch, pushing open the door of the grocery store and looking back and forth. It seemed that he had searched around but could not find the owner. He is a young man in his twenties.
"Here we come!" Mel shouted, looking at the other party with excitement on his face, "Wes! You're back!"
The fat boy must have heard the sound, lost his frame, and ran in front of Old Mel, "Uncle Wes! You look taller than in the photo!"
"Hey!" The young man named Wes squatted down with a smile, "Teddy! Let me see how much you have grown!" He opened his arms to the fat boy until he ran into his arms. It almost knocked him over. Wes squeezed his eyes, "Oh my god! What did you eat! Teddy! You are so heavy!"
"Go away!" Old Mel grabbed his grandson, Teddy, and drove him away impatiently, "If you still want to have dinner on time, go do something for me!"
Teddy rolled his eyes. Wes blinked at this and disappeared.
"Wes!" Old Mel pulled the young man's shoulders, and the smile returned to his face, "When did you come back? Look at you!" Old Mel looked at the young man's young and strong body, and patted him hard. His shoulders seemed to be filled with pride.
"Yesterday." Weiss smiled. "My transfer application was approved and I was transferred back to Barton City." There was a trace of helplessness on Weiss's face, "But there is no shortage of people in the North District. So I am in the South District Bureau. reported."
"This is better!" Old Mel looked happy, "You can live in your parents' old house!"
The topic seemed to touch some taboo, and their eyes darkened.
Old Mel shook his head and patted the young man's back as a comfort, "You were born here, you were raised here, and now you can protect this place!" There was a smile on Old Mel's face, "Isn't this good? What!"
Wes smiled reluctantly. He nodded and was silent for a while. He seemed to be in a bad mood and whispered, "Well, I'm sorting out things at home." His eyes were wandering, as if he didn't dare to look at Old Mel, "There are some old things that I want to get rid of..."
"Of course. Of course." Although there was disappointment in Old Mel's eyes, he still nodded, "It's annoying to keep those old things!" Old Mel waved his hand, "I'll go take a look and clean them up tomorrow."
Weiss's face looked a little unnatural. "Actually, um, I've already packed it and brought it with me." Wes pointed to the truck parked in the front yard.
Old Mel opened his mouth and hummed a few times, but nothing came out.
The sun stuck to the roof of the parked truck, which was a bit dazzling. Old Mel took a deep breath and put on a smile, "You drove this car!" Old Mel walked towards the truck with a somewhat unnecessary laugh, "Haha! This kind of car is almost extinct now! Let me see what you have sorted out, I won’t treat you badly! Haha!”
Weiss's truck was built in Patton, where it was born at the Hermann factory in the northwest. Farmers' trucks are usually as tall as ordinary private cars, and the cargo box at the rear is also a square truck bed without a roof, which is convenient for stacking goods.
But Wes' truck is more like a piece of toast as thick as a brick. The top of the cargo box is covered with a roof, and the body is much higher. This is a style that appeared inexplicably during the war and emphasized safety. Well, it’s the same model as Grande’s truck.
"Mel." Wes frowned, "Actually, I also want to sell this car."
Mel, who had just put his hand on the cargo door, paused, then slowly nodded, his voice much lower, "That's right, no one wants to drive this kind of car now, of course you young people don't need this thing!" Old Mel opened the cargo box, stared at the piles of sundries stuffed inside, and opened his mouth, "You can go to Macca's, that guy will give you a good price."
"I went." Wes scratched his head, "He won't accept it."
Old Mel suddenly turned his head and glared at Wes. The wrinkles on his face twitched a few times, but he finally held back and vented his anger in other directions, "You don't expect me to accept it! I can't." I’ve never sold a car!”
Weiss pursed her lips and said nothing.
Old Mel stared at the young man, shook his head, looked back at the debris stuffed in the carriage, and relaxed his tone with a joking tone, "Oh my god, how many things have you stuffed in! Come help! I want one piece." Take a look! I can’t let you take advantage of an old man like me!”
Wes shook his head and smiled, walked to the truck, patted Old Mel on the back gratefully, and began to unload the truck.
Picture frames, table lamps, hanging curtains, tableware... every old thing with a sense of the times was removed, and Old Mel was tapping his lower back in the dim light.
"You're getting old," Wes said with a smile.
"Shut up!" Old Mel rolled his eyes and stretched his body, "This truck." Old Mel stood in the shadow cast by the truck, "Someone may want it, I can help you ask."
"Thanks, Mel." Wes jumped out of the box, carrying a roll of carpet.
"I can't guarantee it!" Old Mel curled his lips, "They might just want this radio!"
"Radio?" Wes jumped on the cargo box again, "Who are they?"
"Grand." Old Mel waved his hand, "You may not even remember."
"That funeral home in the south?" Wes stuck his head out and curled his lips, "I remember, they haven't closed it yet?"
"Here! Why aren't you here?" Old Mel seemed to be interested. "They couldn't do it even if they wanted to! Aren't you at the Southern District Police Station? They cooperated with the Southern District Police Department and opened a 'mill'. You have no idea?"
Wes smiled bitterly, "I just got back. What is 'The Mill'?"
Old Mel waved his hand, not wanting to talk about this issue, "You will know." He blinked, "I'm talking about the two Grande brothers. They have been driving this car and haven't changed it. I just came here yesterday and asked if there was any change. Replacement radio." Old Mel frowned and glanced at Wes. Other sons knew how to cherish their father's relics, but Wes was cleaning them up. He shook his head, but it wasn't Wes' fault, he understood.
"The two picked-up sons of Old Grande?" Weiss searched for memories in his mind.
"Well." Old Mel had had enough rest. He stood behind the carriage and took the things from Wes. "You can't say that about them anymore! They are pretty good now. Everyone says they have nothing to do with your police department. Relationship!" Old Mel blinked, finished gossiping, and became serious, "Old Grande is gone, well, that Hank is still there, and the two brothers took over the funeral home."
"It's good." Wes thought for a while. He didn't care much about other people's family affairs. "I remember they also adopted a sister, Alice, right. How is she?" To people with the same fate , only then do you want to know the truth.
Old Mel curled his lips, "I haven't seen him much, but Matthew, Matthew works at their place."
"Matthew? Matthew from Joseph's family?" Wes raised his eyebrows.
"Yes." Old Mel smiled, "Not bad, I thought that boy was going to be a postman for the rest of his life!"
Wes smiled and shook his head, "If it weren't for Joseph, he should have enlisted."
"Just like you!" Old Mel smiled, then lost.
"Hey! Mel!" Wes noticed Mel's loss, "I'm fine, I like being a soldier."
Old Mel patted Wes, "He's a police officer now! We're all proud of him!" Old Mel's voice weakened, "Although not many of them are still alive."
"Hey." Wes' voice softened, "Don't say that, Mel."
"I know, I know." Old Mel nodded, smiled and patted the other person on the shoulder, "They will also be proud of you in heaven."
Something flashed in Wes's eyes, and he nodded, "Well, heaven." If there is such a place.
Old Mel shook his head quickly, "If you don't talk about this anymore, I should call Grande and ask them to take a look at your car. Maybe they will buy your car directly."
"Okay. Thanks, Mel." Wes nodded and looked at the old things piled all over the floor, "It's almost done here."
Old Mel looked around and frowned, "I think you emptied that house!" Old Mel stared at a pack of sheets that seemed to be something like sheets, "Where are you going to sleep at night?! "
"A friend lives in the North District." Wes wiped the sweat from his forehead. "He is also a police officer and a detective. We serve together."
"Oh." Old Mel nodded, then suddenly remembered something, and slapped Wes without hesitation, "Damn it! All the guys who served with you came to Barton, why did you come back so late? !”
Wes squeezed his eyes and covered half of his burning face. Old Mel didn't care about the severity of his actions, "Mel! He is the son of General Lance! He doesn't need to follow the normal procedures like me!"
Old Mel raised his eyebrows and snorted, "More than five hundred! All of them! Punishment for coming back so late!" (...)