During the holidays, Pike Elementary School opened several classrooms, plus an indoor activity field. The work plan of the nursery is to allow children to sit quietly in the classroom, such as painting, singing, and peaceful games; in the activity field, children can They vented their excess energy to their heart's content, such as hitting the PE teacher with a ball and rolling around on the soft mat.
The nursery has been open to this day, and the plan has been implemented fairly well. But of course, you can't force it. They are just elementary school students. There will always be those lying on the ground in the playground and the naughty kids running around in the classroom.
When she first arrived at Pike Elementary School, Teacher Trisha seemed a little surprised that Laura, Kepler and the others came over, along with an additional adult—Lidya, and the quiet but really pretty Eve.
Under Laura's constant glances, Teacher Trisha didn't say much. She was happy to have a few more helpers, and soon arranged Eve to the painting classroom, and at Lidia's initiative, she started Introducing the person introduced as Aunt Kepler, who now works at the nursery.
Daycare work is slightly different from school work. School is a place to teach students, and nursery school only takes care of children, so to be honest, the job of nursery school is much more troublesome than that of teachers. For example, the bell will not have any binding effect on those naughty children running around! Places that are prohibited in school have become secret places that some 'little bastards' want to explore during this holiday season, such as the girls' bathroom...
"Then..." Lidia followed Teacher Cuisha around the elementary school half-visiting, half-chatting, and offered, "I don't have any experience in taking care of children, but I'm on patrol to keep an eye on some random things." The little guy who runs can still do it, and that can be left to me. I would love to be a part of Kepler's program. So proud of her."
Teacher Trisha found something wrong with Lidya's words, "You are too modest." Two women who seemed to be the same age stood at the door of a classroom, looking at the children inside. To be precise, they were looking at Eve. —Eve was surrounded by a group of little guys, looking at her with almost adoring eyes.
The porcelain doll-like girl is holding a crayon. Draw a portrait of a man. The man in the portrait is covered in a gray robe, wearing muddy leather boots with pointed toes, and a drooping and wrinkled pointed hat. He holds a heavy and broken book in his hand, and has a smile on his face. Reading through it sadly...
Don't wonder why pastel paintings can produce so much detail, because the person who painted them is Eve Rimmer.
There was incredible, um, respect in Teacher Cuisha's eyes. "Being able to teach a child like Eve doesn't mean you have no experience..."
"Haha." There was embarrassment on Lidia's face, but it was impossible for Teacher Trisha, who was completely attracted by Eve's paintings, to see it. "Thank you. I..." Lidia felt that she had to control Eve's behavior. With this behavior, she signaled her intention to the teacher Cui Sha who was staring at her, but received no response. She walked straight to Eve and said, "Eve. What are you doing?" She used the gentlest tone possible. After all, in the cognition of these ordinary humans, . She is the role of a mother, and there is no need to explain such private matters as stepmother and stepdaughter to civilians outside the West District.
"Laura said." Eve temporarily paused her movements and glanced at Laura who was holding a painting that seemed to be a painting of an old lady with a cane. "Let's draw the ones we respect." people."
Laura nodded with a dull expression.
"I asked for example." Eve pursed her lips, "She said for example parents, teachers, relatives. The most important people in our lives." Eve continued to carve out the man's frown in the portrait, "So I drew Got my…”
"Ahem..." Lidia promptly reminded.
"...Teacher." Eve blushed and finished.
"Why is your teacher wearing a robe?" a child onlookers asked. "His shoes are so pointy." There was another one. "What book is he reading?" There is another question. "He looks so sad." There was another. "Doesn't he have any other hats? This one is so old."…
Eve actually wanted to answer seriously, "Because he..."
Lidia pulled Eve out of the siege. "Eve, Teacher Trisha just took me to visit here. Do you want to take a look around?" Lidia said in a positive tone, "You can 'patrol' with me. It's fun!"
Eve looked at Lidya, was silent for a while, and nodded, "Okay, but I have to take that painting back. I haven't finished it yet."
Lidia had already half-pushed Eve out, "Okay, I'll help you put it away." She turned to look at Laura, who had started to crumple the painting in her hand, and said, "Put it away quickly." That look that is beyond the scope of children's crayon drawings.
Teacher Cui Sha watched all this at the door, smiled unnaturally, and signaled that she would go about her own business.
Teacher Trisha’s idea is this. She is already very familiar with the children in the West District, such as Laura and the Falcon siblings. Except that the young master and princess are a bit more angry, they are no different from ordinary children. Eve is completely different. Look at the crayon drawing where Laura is extremely careful even when she puts it away. She has an inexplicable feeling that Lidia doesn't want Eve to be mixed up with a group of ordinary children.
But this feeling is nothing, it passes in a flash. Lidia and Eve are guests, and Teacher Trisha only really cares about these children at Parker Elementary School.
Lidya and Eve, who were walking slowly in the corridor, were silent for long enough to confirm that no one around them was paying attention, and then began their first uninterrupted private conversation since early morning.
"Eve, you really need to pay more attention to the behavior patterns of the people around you." Lidia's tone was a little helpless, "Especially for children of your age, your behavior is too..."
Before Lidya finished speaking, Eve interrupted, but not forcefully, her tone was a little sad, "I know, Lidya, I didn't mean it. It's just that when Laura said she wanted to draw such a person, He was the only one I thought of. Do you know what the other alien races that swarmed in did to us when the Secret Alliance left and exposed us Rimmel in the middle of the country without support or protection?"
Lidia pursed her lips and shook her head.
"They attacked us, destroying our homes, laboratories... everything." Eve shook her head, "For four centuries, the Secret Alliance's absolute rule in the central region was vented on us abandoned people. Ben Ganggro, who did not like civilization, immediately dispersed into the wilderness. There was no trace, and only we, Rimer, endured the attacks of those angry aliens."
Lidia could only imagine that scene at this time, she became Rimel, after that.
"It's him." The person in the portrait, "He protected us and allowed Rimel to pass on." Eve paused for a long time and took a deep breath, "I think it was just emotions that influenced my actions for the moment, and it won't happen again in the future. ,Do not worry."
Lidia didn't feel comfortable saying anything, so she nodded and tried to bring the topic to a lighter place, "Well, what do you think." Lidia looked around casually. Closed classrooms, old corridors, rusty lockers, "this is what elementary school is like now."
Eve suddenly stopped and looked at Lidia, "Don't tell me that you are going to let me go to school."
Lidia smiled, "Yes." She shook her head again, "But of course not here, it will be in the West District."
"No." Eve frowned. Abnormally refused.
"Eve." Lidia said in a 'please listen to me' tone, "You have to go. We want to establish a foothold in Barton, and you need an identity." Lidia pulled Eve and continued to move forward. , "I'm not talking about the identity on paper, the identity of Smith's niece, which you already have. I'm talking about a real identity that can be walked outside and accepted by others. You have to go out and show up and let people know you. you."
"Then the best way is to let me go to school." Eve pursed her lips. She understood what Lidia meant. They, Rimmer, came to 'take over' Smith. If 'Rimmer' only existed in Lidya, Ya and Flanders's marriage documents. This surname is like a note behind an important document named 'Smith'. Why should it stand in Barton
"Yes." Lidia answered in the affirmative, "Now all Smith's properties are in the hands of my brother. As you said, they are my family. It is impossible for me to really grab anything. In a short time, in my hands There won't be anything, just 'Sister Smith' pocket money." You should understand what this sentence means.
"You need me outside." Eve frowned, "Tell Barton that there are us and Rimmer at Smith's house."
"Yes." Lidia smiled, "You are an existence that cannot be ignored in Barton - Sister Smith's daughter, Eve Rimmer." She narrowed her eyes, "Remind those people that the Smith family in the past The situation has changed that they can only go to Smith himself for all matters. They now have an additional way - me, I am Smith's sister and also Rimmer."
Eve looked at Lidia, "You won't get anything from your home, Smith." She was thinking, "So you can only get the 'lines' to connect with Smith from the outside world." Eve He pursed his lips and said, "When you accumulate enough 'threads', you will have the leverage to truly demand real power from Smith."
"Exactly." Lidia's eyes flashed, "And if I stay in the manor and be an idle Smith sister, there is no way I can accept any such 'line'."
Eve looked away, "But even if I go out and show up, I'm just a stepdaughter. In the eyes of ordinary people, I'm still just a child. I don't think those 'threads' will come to me."
"It's my turn now." Lidia smiled, "My role is a responsible stepmother. As long as you have a reason to leave the manor, it can't just be a random outing - if it's foreseeable, On a continuous basis, such as the morning and afternoon from Monday to Friday, when I must go out (for school), I have the same reason to leave the manor and wait for those intentional 'threads' to find me."
Eve frowned, "Just like today, you used it on your brother, hoping to make me familiar with Barton's environment quickly, just like Kepler and other children from the West District."
"Yes." Lidia chuckled, "This reason can still be used. I don't think we have the patience to wait for the holiday to end. We can make this trip a regular trip now. After I go back today, these are in the west area of the nursery. Children, you can send messages to your parents."
Eve nodded and agreed to Lidia's arrangement. After silently going over it in her mind, she thought of something, "Lidya, I have a question." Eve frowned, "'Rimmer', this surname, in written documents and future titles, I don’t want it in Barton anymore, at least not for a while.”
Can anyone guess the reason
Lidia was stunned, then thought of it immediately, smiled and nodded, "Okay, I will handle it. Actually, is this really necessary? I heard from Flanders that Toledo is actually very..."
"I don't want to talk about him." Eve interrupted simply.
"Okay." Lidia waved her hand. Changing her surname is a trivial matter anyway. Kepler has already said that she will never give up the 'Smith' surname when she gets married, so she makes Flanders her son-in-law. For the cognition of these people in Barton's West End, it is really not a problem.
"One more thing." Eve raised her hand again, "Since I have to go to school, I want to be here, in..." She frowned, "Where is here?"
"North District, Pai Siying."
"Well, I go to school here in the North District, not the West District."
"Why?" Lidia was a little confused.
"I had a vague feeling when I entered the North District from the West District on the train the day before yesterday." Eve frowned, her tone uncertain, "Something has changed at the junction of the two districts." Eve bit Biting his lower lip, "Yesterday when I was crossing the border from the North District to the West District, I had the feeling again, as if it was some kind of boundary. On both sides of the border, some rules have definitely been changed."
Lidia raised her eyebrows, "What is it? Did Flanders feel it too?"
"He's not." Eve shook her head, "He's not strong enough yet. But I don't know what it is specifically. You know how protective Flanders is. There's no need to worry him. I don't want to say it. Until..." Eve looked at it. He glanced at Lidya and said, "When you came here today, did you notice that there were Indians in the woods at the junction of the abandoned cemetery in the West District (Grand)."
"Is there any?" Lidia thought.
Eve pursed her lips helplessly, "Lidya, you are too weak. With you, I always have the illusion that I have a child who needs constant care."
"Eve! I noticed that Toledo was in the car earlier!" Lidia was quibbling.
"That's because his bloodline is much higher than yours, so your instinct is suppressed." Eve showed no mercy.
Eve waved her hands, too lazy to continue talking about 'Toledo', "Anyway, those Indians confirmed to me that four centuries ago, their leader, Papa Midnight, did something similar."
"What makes things happen?"
"The rules of the world have been twisted so that vampires cannot enter the homes of the Indians. But the situation here seems to be a little different. I can't feel what the new rules restrict, but it is obviously not a vampire."
Lidya blinked, her tone uncertain, "You mean, Papa Midnight, here?!"
"No." Eve shook her head, but her eyes shone with excitement, "If it were Papa Midnight, the scope of the change would not be so... small, just two districts of a city. This is Barton's wizard made."
"Well..." Lidia looked at Eve's expression, "Eve, what do you want to do?"
"The rule change did not occur in the West District. This means that no matter who made this enchantment, he is not in the West District, so I don't want to be in the West District either." Eve's tone was full of expectation, "I want to learn."
Returning to the essence, Rimel came to this continent just to study. (..)