"Sorry!" Wes jumped out of the car and looked at the sluggish man sitting on the front porch of his house, shouting a little embarrassed, "I'm late!"
"No." The vampire waved his hands feebly. When he didn't need to move, Zach looked like he was giving up on himself. He was adapting to the rhythm of life that would reappear if he went on a diet in the future. "The sun was just right, and I felt very comfortable. "
"Wes!" The wolf cub Matthew ran out of the backyard, his face full of joy. He turned back and introduced to Alpha, "This is Wes!"
Benjamin pursed his lips, what else
Wes was also happy to see Matthew, his former playmate. He nodded. The last time he saw Matthew, Matthew was a freshman in high school. After puberty, Matthew had changed a lot. "Matthew! You have changed a lot!" The two smiled and hugged. Weiss looked at and Matthew, who was almost as strong as himself, felt that this guy should enlist in the army. "Mel told me you were working at Grande."
"Yeah." Matthew didn't realize that this was Wes reminding him to make an introduction. Wesco couldn't tell who the two Grandes were. People in the South used to call these two guys Grande's sons who fell from the sky. This was not a compliment.
"Zachary, just call me Zach. That's Benjamin. He doesn't like to be called Ben." Zach tightened his bottle of wine, felt much better, and introduced with a smile.
The vampire and Alpha's eyes quickly fell on the van behind Wes, "Is this this one?" Zach smiled and glanced at Benjamin, "It's much better than we imagined. It's almost brand new."
Weiss laughed dryly, "It was only opened for about half a year, and then it was idle all the time. It looked like it was gathering dust in the warehouse for seventeen or eighteen years."
Wes holds the key and he goes straight to it. He handed it to Zach, who vaguely remembered that Zach was his older brother. Zach waved his hand and pointed at Benjamin. He had already walked to the car, touched the car, and winked at Wes. “Very clean.”
"Haha." Weiss laughed dryly again, not knowing what he was thinking.
Benjamin took the key, opened the car door very familiarly, and waved to Matthew to test drive.
"I'm in the mirror." Zach was in the passenger seat, looking at Wes with red eyes in the rearview mirror, who just showed a hint of doubt, and said with a smile, before buckling his seat belt.
Wes shook his head, suddenly forgetting what he wanted to say. Blinking, "Oh! Mel said you actually want a radio. This one is good."
"Not just the radio." Zach turned around and smiled, his eyes having returned to their normal light green color, "We want a whole car."
Benjamin turned the key. Compared to Grande's original unrestrained engine, this one's engine sounded like a girl's gasp. Benjamin tilted his head and said, "Not bad." His palm had already turned on the radio. Tuned to the channel he remembered, he was ready to tap.
"Arthur's Music Box welcomes you to listen..."
Benjamin tilted his head again. Smiling at Wes, "Very good."
The van began circling the Weiss home.
"Not bad." Benjamin accelerated.
"Not bad." Benjamin drifted.
"Not bad." Benjamin pulled the steering wheel down with one hand.
…
The dirt and gravel roads around the farmers' houses in the Southern District were not always smooth and clean. Dust rose up and soon covered the car windows and rearview mirrors. Wes swayed in the back seat and pulled on the seat belt, looking at Matthew with searching eyes. But the honest Matthew only agreed with his boss with a happy face.
The car parked in the front yard again, and Wes looked around in the back seat. He felt that the afternoon he spent washing the car was in vain.
"We love it." Zach tilted his head and smiled at Wes, "Matthew, pay."
Matthew hurriedly took out a check from his hip pocket and handed it to Wes.
Wes was stunned. He actually sold it like that? He took the check. He blinked and immediately returned it to Matthew, "No, this is too much! This is just an old second-hand car! It's still a truck!"
It's not an old-fashioned car, and it doesn't even have any meaning in collecting!
"You should see our old car." Zach tilted his head and smiled, "In comparison, this is a new car." The amount written on Zach's check was more than 20,000, which was enough for Wes to buy it. It's just a commonly used truck (the trunk is roofless). But what Wes wanted was just over two thousand dollars, which would be enough for him to buy a second-hand motorcycle. After all, in his eyes, this old truck he called was neither practical nor old.
"Too much." Wes frowned and looked at Matthew. He thought that it was due to the dual favor of Mel and Matthew that the two Grande brothers, who had nothing to do with him, offered such a price. "This car The car is really not worth the price.”
Matthew took the rejected check and looked at the two bosses in the front seat for help.
"Explain it yourself." Alpha curled his lips and gave the order. Matthew's weaknesses are too obvious. This guy is too honest. It seems that Alpha is going to train him.
"Uh." Matthew opened his mouth, hiccupped for a long time, looked at Wes, and said, "Grand is actually not short of cars."
Wes's face wrinkled further.
"No!" Matthew waved his hands anxiously and explained, "We have the car! But we don't have the right one!" Matthew grabbed his hair, and his light golden hair was messed up, "We are a funeral home, we need to be like Such a closed car!”
He was actually squeezed out by him for the reason he mentioned in the past. Of course we know that it is not the funeral industry that needs to be strong and enclosed, but purely the personal preferences of vampires and werewolves.
Zach tilted his head and smiled. He didn't want Wes to be misled into thinking Grande was using a truck as a hearse.
"Necessity is on the one hand, but more of it is just our habit. Mel should have said that we have been driving the previous car. It may not mean anything to others, but it is priceless to us. It is something left by the old Grande. They all get old and broken one by one, and are no longer useful." Although Zach smiled, he looked serious, "I think you can understand it."
Seeing Zach saying this seriously, Wes pursed his lips.
Weiss couldn't understand that what he once remembered was that Grande's two brothers came to Barton from other places to look for their father and found the old Grande. But his situation was completely opposite. He was in Barton. His parents left Barton, and he never thought of looking for them.
While he was still confused and sad about his parents leaving, he was too young to die on the battlefield. By the time he was admitted to Quinn's Orphanage, he was used to being a child without his parents. It’s no one’s fault but the resilience of a strong five-year-old human being.
Wes took the check and needed to show he understood.
Zack smiled, and of course our vampire saw Wes's exact opposite state of mind. But this is just a reality constructed from lies, a suppression of an unspeakable reality. Zach has achieved his goal. He does not want to mistreat those orphans created by the war.
Think about it, Zach is an orphan too, an orphan from Toledo. Tragically, Toledo was still the losing side.
"Thank you." Wes looked at the check in his hand and decided that a second-hand motorcycle would be fine. The rest, like his other money, would be donated to the orphanage. After returning to Barton, I only went to the police station once to report, and then I was cleaning up the house. I didn't have time to go back and take a look, so I could send it there together.
Benjamin glanced at Zach with dissatisfaction, and Zach escaped death for Matthew. Zach raised his eyebrows and looked back, meaning, 'You didn't teach anything, how can you let that honest guy train? '
Benjamin curled his lips and honked the horn, bright and sharp, "Not bad."
The deal was over. Matthew breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door and got out of the car with a smile, "I'm showing Benjamin the tree we planted before!"
Wes smiled, but was still a little surprised that Matthew directly called his boss by his first name. In the past, this guy was so rigid that he would even discuss his teachers in private by adding their last name. It seems that Matthew, who is like a younger brother, is doing well in the Grand House.
"I've seen it. It's grown so big in the past few years." Wes responded with a smile. When he came back, he was shocked. Who knew that the things that a bunch of little guys used to play for fun could still be alive today? It seems that this old inherited house is still taken care of by someone, but I don’t know who it is.
Zach and Benjamin also got out of the car and were very politely invited into the empty room. The two were giving Matthew time to reminisce, and the young wolf was very excited after knowing that Wes was back. It's one thing to have a vampire next to Barton, but it's another thing to enjoy life.
But it didn’t take long before the Weiss family seemed to have guests. The knock on the door still echoed in the empty, empty room, and Weiss opened the door awkwardly.
"Chief Pearce?" Weiss looked at the South District Police Chief at the door, a little confused.
"Rookie!" The director was not so polite. He stepped into Wes' house with the folder under his arm. He looked around, "You live in this damn place? Why don't you have anything..."
Director Perls was stuck in mid-sentence because as soon as he turned the corner, he saw the three Grandes sitting at a small wooden table in the empty living room.
"Chief Pearce!" Zach stood up with a smile, walked towards the South District Police Chief whom he had only met a few times, stretched out his right hand, and then looked at Wes with a smile, "Are you a policeman? That's great! "
Pers frowned and shook Zach's hand with an unnatural expression. He huffed and looked around the room, "Is it just the three of you?"
Zach sensed something was wrong and nodded.
"Rookie!" He said with a somewhat unhappy tone, "Who else here knows that you are a police officer?"
Wes frowned, "It's just them. And they didn't know it, before you called me 'rookie'."
Pers stared, he didn't like the rookie's tone very much, "I mean Barton! Who else knows?!"
Weiss looked at the middle-aged director and said, "Two friends."
"name!"
"Urent Meier (Old Meier's full name), James Lance. They are my friends."
Zach, who raised his eyebrows, didn't pay attention at all when Pers shouted in an unhappy tone, 'Old Mel from the grocery store? ! He will tell everyone! Damn it! … '
All Zach heard was 'James Lance, my friend.' (..)