Jackson looked at his watch irritably. The time he and Blake had agreed upon was about to come. Normally the dinner atmosphere at home is depressing enough, but today it was particularly depressing. But he didn't think it was because he had dinner in advance. He guessed it had something to do with the Grand brothers who came here in the afternoon.
"Are you going to wear this to attend the evening event?" The middle-aged woman raised the gold-inlaid ceramic spoon with a cold expression and asked calmly without looking at anyone.
"It's a party." Jackson put down the tableware. He was wearing ordinary clothes, a T-shirt and jeans. Jackson answered the question seriously, "Mom. It's not a formal occasion, just a party prepared by a few friends for graduation."
"Are there any guardians?" Mrs. Bishop still asked calmly. She glanced at Bishop at the main seat and said, "Do you know about this party?"
Bishop's face began to blush slightly, the result of repressed emotions. The knife and fork in his hand began to tremble and collide lightly with the dinner plate.
"Quiet." Mrs. Bishop frowned on her tight skin, "The noise gives me a headache."
Uh-huh! Bishop stood up from the main seat, his blushing face trembling as he faced the woman who was sitting peacefully, and said in a low and low voice, "I'm going to see my father and mother!"
Jackson involuntarily tilted his mouth, his lower lip was gently clasped by his teeth, and his eyes quickly swept over his parents. The atmosphere today is really not right. What happened
There was only a mother and her son left in the empty restaurant.
"Are there any chaperones at the party?" With no one making any noise, Mrs. Bishop regained her coolness and calmness and continued to ask her son.
Jackson frowned slightly, "Yes."
Mrs. Bishop looked at Jackson, her gaze resting on his eyes that were obviously evasive. After looking at it for a while, Mrs. Bishop withdrew her gaze. His tone remained calm, "Have fun."
Jackson breathed a sigh of relief, arranged the tableware, and stood up, "Blake should be here soon. I'll go out and wait for him."
Mrs. Bishop nodded. He also put down the tableware and raised his fingers to wave. The maid appeared from nowhere, holding a long box tied with a black ribbon, "Graduation gift."
Jackson was a little surprised. He didn't expect any celebration of junior high school graduation from this family.
Jackson took the long box and opened it, "Tie?"
Mrs. Bishop took a look at Jackson's clothes, then retracted her gaze and continued to raise her spoon, "Tomorrow's meeting. You go together to observe. You take this with you."
Jackson pursed his lips and closed the box, "Thank you."
Nodding slightly, Mrs. Bishop stopped talking. Jackson took the box and exited the restaurant, pursed his lips and didn't know what to think. I went back to my room on the second floor, put away my tie, dazed for a while, and took my wallet. I just went downstairs and walked out of the main entrance of the manor, looking at the sun in the west and waiting for Blake's arrival in the driveway.
"You're late!" Jackson frowned. He opened Blake's car door and was about to get in when he saw a pile of documents scattered on the seat. He pulled his lips and watched Blake put away the documents hurriedly, "I thought you were working for the mayor. How come you look like a handyman running errands while making phone calls in the office?"
Blake ignored the harmless judgment, cleared the passenger seat, and patted, "Come up! I'm busy! Hurry up!"
Jackson cut. Get in the car and pull on the seat belt. Seeing the food packages placed on the front desk of Blake's car, he started talking again, "Are you so busy? The car smells like salsa!"
Without saying anything, Blake smiled and turned the car around, "I have another one, do you want it?"
Jackson thought for a moment and said, "Yes." He really didn't eat much in a dinner with such an atmosphere.
Blake rummaged through the garbage bags on the platform for a while, found a package and handed it to Jackson.
Jackson frowned, very doubtful whether this thing could still be eaten. After smelling it, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it, so he opened the package and ate it.
"Where to go?" After driving out of the manor, Blake looked around, waiting for directions.
"Grand Funeral Home." Jackson pointed in the southwest direction, "Original West End address."
Blake raised his eyebrows, "Isn't that place abandoned?" Although he was confused, Blake still drove in that direction, "Is there anyone still living there?"
While chewing the slightly cold food, Jackson stared at the broken pieces and distinguished the ingredients. Onions, tomatoes, chicken...it seemed like a mess rolled together. He ignored the increasingly weird smell in the car, and the taste was unexpected. That's pretty good, "I don't know, it's not the place I decided on."
"Ah—" Blake smiled, with a strange twist in his tone, "Is it that girl? Who is she?"
"Classmate." Jackson replied expressionlessly.
"Just a classmate?" Blake pushed Jackson with his elbow, and a few pieces of food wrapped in a mess fell off and got stuck between the seats of the car.
Jackson frowned and fiddled with the seat under his butt in disgust. He didn't get out the food residue he had dropped, but instead got out a pile of dry yellow debris with unknown ingredients.
"Just a classmate." Jackson replied, and then said to Blake seriously, "Blake, you need to clean your car." Jackson looked back at the back seat of Blake's car. In addition to the pile of documents, there was I also found a blanket buried under the debris!
"Blake." Jackson thought and asked with some confusion, "Are you living in this car?"
On Blake's face, the smile that was intended to tease the other person froze, "Haha, I'm very busy."
Jackson leaned directly to Blake's shoulder and inhaled hard, full of deodorant smell! It’s not that it smells bad, but it no longer has the smell that humans should have. Can you understand...
"Uh." Jackson looked at Blake's profile, "How long has it been since you took a shower?"
"Well..." Blake looked a little weird, "Only a few days."
How many days? it is summer now! Blake is the face of the mayor's office, he's the PR, don't forget. He is a guy who wears formal clothes to work all day!
"Are you okay?" Jackson kept his suspicious eyes and looked at Blake who was smiling reluctantly.
"It's okay. I'm just very busy and don't have time." Blake glanced at Jackson and gave a vague answer.
Are you so busy that you have to live in your car? Jackson doesn't believe that being busy has anything to do with living in your car. After looking at it for a while, he shrugged and said, "Whatever, I'm very happy to see you unlucky."
Blake shook his head with a wry smile and changed the subject without explaining, "Are there any activities at your party?"
Jackson spread his hands, "I don't know, I was just invited."
Blake frowned, "Who will go?"
"I don't know." Jackson looked out the window boredly, "They are just some classmates."
Blake had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but it wasn't anything serious. People who are just going to a party, if they don’t know what activities are going to be going on, they’re just going for the people. But from what Jackson said, it seemed that he had no interest in the classmates attending the party. I don’t know what Jack is going to do.
"What are you going to play?" Blake continued to ask.
Jackson shrugged, "I don't know."
Blake shook his head, forget it, don't ask anymore. Just go and walk around and see if there's anyone suspicious.
When Blake's car drove through the cemetery, the sun was already on the western horizon, and the sky was filled with a layer of red. His lateness made Jackson late too. Several half-grown boys and girls can already be seen at the end of the entire fenced-in cemetery.
Grande's cemetery in the West District has been taken back and returned to the city government's plan. After the compensation and operation of moving the tombs are completed, the entire tomb area is surrounded by fences. What should be demolished inside and transferred has been There isn’t much of a cemetery left, more like a neglected vacant lot waiting for construction to begin in the fall.
The original Grand Funeral Home house is in the southwest corner of the cemetery, very close to the border of Barton's West End. Several boys and girls carrying bags watched the car drive in, asking each other and discussing in low voices, "Who is it?! He's driving here."
There's nothing strange about it. These guys are not old enough to drive yet, and no parents will allow them to party in such a strange place. Naturally, no one will send them here.
So it was really strange for them to drive here directly.
Living up to expectations, Jackson opened the car door and said hello to Blake, indicating that he could leave.
Blake took a look at the building whose signboard had been removed. It had a similar layout to the Grande in the South District. They were all L-shaped buildings. There were already little heads poking out from the second floor, looking down curiously.
Blake felt out of place.
Blake looked around and saw that these little guys seemed to have prepared some things. Each of them was carrying a bag filled with things, such as water bottles, snacks, inflatable mattresses...
Blake tugged at the corner of his mouth and looked at Jackson, who had nothing but his wallet except for his bulging pockets, and ignored his signal to leave, "Uh, are you sure you're invited?"
Jackson himself seemed to feel that something was wrong. When he was invited, he also confirmed whether he needed to prepare anything. Could it be that he was persecuted
"Jackson!" The girl's voice came from the second floor. She quickly retracted her head and ran out of the front door in a moment. "You're here! I thought you wouldn't show up!"
Jackson was a little relieved that he wasn't being tricked. He twitched his lips and looked at Blake in the car, "My driver is late."
The girl looked into the car and obviously recognized the person who had just stood on the stage at the ceremony this afternoon. Not Jackson's usual driver, he smiled politely and said, "It's okay."
The girl stretched out her hand and pulled towards Jackson, "Come in!"
Jackson glanced at Blake, waved, and entered the door with the girl. (..)