The next morning.
Gray was sitting in the main seat at the dining table. He was holding a residential newspaper that had been mailed this morning. There were news about various places in the residential area as well as recruitment information from some factories. Jura was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Everything was the same as usual.
Dean's biological clock rang on time. He got up and folded the bedding. He washed his face and mouth with filtered well water. He came to the dining room and said "good morning" to Jura and her husband. Then he sat on his chair and started to eat his breakfast.
At this time, Jura was also done with her work. She sat down opposite to Dean and smiled: "How is it? Does it taste good today?"
"A little spicy." Dean took a bite: "I like spicy food."
"That's good." Jura smiled.
Gray put down the newspaper and looked at Dean who was lying on the table. He said: "Dean, Aunt and I have chosen a marriage for you. You have to get ready today. Dress up and come with us to meet someone."
Due to Dean's request, Gray and Jura were temporarily acting as' Aunt and Uncle '.
Dean's heart had calmed down after last night's buffer. He pretended to be at a loss and asked: "Marriage? What is marriage? "
Jura looked at him and whispered to Gray: "You see, I said that Dean is still young. It is not too late to get married in a few years."
"At the age of thirteen, it is the legal age for marriage." Gray looked at her. His eyes seemed to be slightly cold: "We are just going to get engaged. It is not a bad thing to get married in a few years."
Jura saw that her husband had made up his mind. She sighed and no longer said anything.
Gray looked at Dudian: "We will take you to see a beautiful big sister. You have to seize the opportunity and do your best to get her approval. In this way, you will be able to eat a lot of delicious food every day. You will wear good clothes and you will never be hungry again. Do you understand?"
"Really? I will! "Dean's heart was calm, but his face was full of surprise. After all, life was like a drama. It all depended on acting skills.
Gray's face showed a smile: "Good boy. Dean is a good boy. Come, let's eat first."
Soon, the three of them finished eating.
Dean's eagerness and enthusiasm made Gray feel relieved. The only thing left was to see if the lady would take a fancy to Dean.
"Come on, don't rush. Change into your new clothes first." Jura took out a brand-new black suit, bright red tie, and shiny shoes from the cabinet and asked Dean to change into it. Jura and Gray's eyes lit up when he came out of the room. Dean's white skin was as white as snow, and his black eyes were like stars in the night sky.
"It's so beautiful!" Jura exclaimed in admiration.
Gray was overjoyed and said with a smile, "Very good, let's go!"
"Well!" Dean was also very excited.
Jura was the last one to go out. She locked the door and came to the side of the street in front of the lawn guardrail. She looked at Gray who was holding Dean's hand: "It's so early. Are there any carriages coming here?"
Gray smiled and said: "I have already said that Avril's family will send someone to pick us up." Suddenly, the sound of hooves sounded. Dudian saw a carriage with golden wheels galloping over from the corner of the street. There was a silver-white flag engraved with a white flower on top of the carriage.
The coachman was wearing a black top hat and black suit. He stopped the carriage in front of Dean and others. He jumped out of the carriage and smiled: "You two must be Gray and Jura. Miss is waiting for you. Please get on the carriage." He gestured to his chest to show the aristocratic etiquette.
Gray's heart skipped a beat. He was flattered: "How can we trouble Miss to wait for us? It's really rude. Get on the carriage!" He quickly carried Dudian into the carriage.
At this time, the coachman also seemed to notice Dean. There was a trace of surprise in his eyes, but then he restored his polite smile.
Da da da …
After they sat down, the coachman shook the rope and the carriage flew away.
Dean silently looked at the passing buildings and pedestrians on the roadside. Pairs of surprised and awestruck eyes were looking at the carriage. At this time, Gray and Jura didn't speak. They didn't say anything to Dean. They were worried that the coachman's words would spread to Avril's family.
The carriage quickly passed the south side of the giant wall. The young guards at the gate saw the white flower flag on the roof of the carriage. They clenched their fists against their chest and saluted. After the carriage left, they resumed their work and continued to check the identity of passers-by who wanted to enter the commercial district.
Is this the commercial district?
Dean looked at the clean streets outside the carriage and the well-dressed pedestrians on the road. He immediately felt the difference from the residential area. As for the slums, it was like the difference between heaven and hell. It was not an exaggeration.
Soon, the carriage stopped in front of an elegant building at the end of the street. Dean saw a cardboard piano sign hanging on the building. The painting was very lifelike. He couldn't help but be surprised. He didn't expect that in this poor and incomplete world, there would be a piano preserved.
The carriage stopped in front of the main entrance. At this time, a young man in a black suit came to the door. He looked at Gray and Jura who got off the carriage. He smiled and said: "Miss has been waiting for a long time. Please come with me." He turned and led the way.
Gray looked at the gorgeous and exquisite building that was absolutely impossible to see in the residential district. There was a bit of inexplicable tension in his heart. He straightened his back and held Dean's hand as they walked in front.
As they entered the hall, the bright light of the oil lamp shone on the faces of Gray and Jura. She had been invited to the commercial district several times for treatment, so she was a little calmer. It was the first time for Gray to come to such a place. Dean shook his head as he felt the man's body was slightly trembling.
The murmuring music drifted over like flowing water. Dean looked around and saw that the hall was extremely spacious. There were many people sitting here eating snacks, listening to the music and chatting softly. They were dressed in very gorgeous clothes. The fabric was better than the fine thread and cotton used in the residential district. Some were silk, some were velvet sweaters. The colors were very bright. It was a clear contrast with the common primary color of the clothes in the residential district.
The young man in the black suit gently made a gesture and went to a separate seat inside.
Dean looked and saw two figures sitting there. One was a middle-aged woman, about 30 years old. She was wearing a well-tailored skirt. She had a beautiful face and looked very gentle. Next to her sat a little girl of about 11 or 12 years old. She had a fair complexion, brown hair, and an oval face. Although she hadn't matured, but she was definitely a beauty.
The little girl also noticed Gray's family. Her eyes swept over the two adults and fell on Dean. There was a trace of surprise in her eyes.
At this time, the middle-aged woman stood up and smiled at Jura: "Doctor Jura, last time my husband was cured thanks to you. Today he had business to deal with, so he couldn't come over. I hope you can forgive him."
Gray hastily said, "Not at all. Mr. Ai is very busy. We were rude."
The middle-aged woman smiled: "Sit down first."
"Yes, yes." Gray immediately pulled out a chair and sat down. Perhaps it was because he was too nervous, but the chair's leg knocked against the ground. Several people in the nearby seats who were whispering to each other immediately glanced sideways. When they saw the white medal pinned on the middle-aged beauty's gauze hat, their expressions changed and they withdrew their gazes.
After Gray and Jura sat down, the eyes of the middle-aged woman fell on Dean who was sitting on the chair. There was a trace of surprise in her eyes, but she was relieved. She smiled at Gray: "Is this your adopted child? He is so white."
Gray was happy to hear her praise Dudian. He quickly said: "Not at all. Not like your Miss. She is so beautiful at such a young age. Moreover, she is very intelligent. She has inherited your beauty."
The middle-aged woman smiled and suddenly said: "About marriage …"
Gray's body tightened. Jura's expression was slightly nervous.
"If Annia has no opinion, then it's settled." The middle-aged woman was unexpectedly frank.
Gray and Jura looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
"Mother." At this time, the little girl suddenly said: "I want to go out with him." Her eyes pointed to Dean as she spoke.
The middle-aged woman seemed to have expected her words. She looked at Gray and Jura with the same smile.
Gray responded: "Dean, you accompany Miss Anya to stroll around. Remember to take good care of Miss Anya!" He patted Dean's shoulder to give him encouragement.
At this time, Annia got down from her seat and took the lead to walk outside. She didn't look at Dean nor did she stop to wait for him.
Dean looked at the encouraging eyes of Gray and Jura, but his heart was very calm. After saying goodbye to the middle-aged woman, he turned around and followed Annia out of the hall.
"This child is very sensible." The middle-aged woman looked at Dean's back and said with a smile.
"Fortunately, fortunately …" Gray said modestly.
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Annia looked at the young man in black suit who was following her. She waved her hand: "You don't need to follow me. I'm just walking nearby."
"Yes, Miss." The young man in black suit answered.
After he left, Annia continued to walk in front of him. She didn't look back or talk to Dean. It was as if she was walking alone. Dean had long learned to endure the loneliness. He quietly followed behind her and looked at the buildings on both sides of the street. From these customs, he could speculate the general level of living and technology in this world.
After walking for a while.
Annia suddenly stopped. Dean was so engrossed in the surroundings that he almost bumped into her back. He only smelled the faint fragrance of flowers from her clothes. He quickly took a step back to open the distance.
At this time, Annia turned around. Due to her age advantage, she was slightly taller than Dudian by half a head. There was not the slightest expression on her beautiful white oval face as she quietly looked down at Dudian.
This indifferent feeling made Dean faintly guess a possibility in his heart. He quietly looked up at her.
Seeing Dean's calm appearance, Annia's eyes flashed a trace of surprise. But soon she restored her indifferent expression and said: "Have you heard of the opera 'Violet'?"
Dean was surprised. He didn't expect her to suddenly come up with this irrelevant question. He subconsciously wanted to answer no, but Annia didn't give him the opportunity to speak. She continued: "Have you heard of Mr. Fitt's music?"
No. Dean was about to say something.
"Do you know ballroom dancing?" Annia's tone was indifferent. She didn't give him the opportunity to answer.
Dean heard this and understood that this was not a polite question, but a question with undisguised contempt. He silently looked at the girl.
"Do you know horsemanship?"
"Do you know swordsmanship?"
"Do you have ideals and pursuits?"
Annia asked six questions in one breath. Then she calmly looked at Dean and said: "If you are a smart child, you should have already understood that you and I are not people of the same world."
Dean quietly looked at her beautiful face. He didn't expect that such sharp and even mean words would come out from the mouth of a child who was only three or four years older than him.
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