After sorting out his thoughts, Garon took off his clothes, turned off the oil lamp, and laid on the bed. He gently covered himself with the blanket and slowly fell asleep in the darkness.
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Dong … Dong … The morning bell rang one after another.
White light shone on the white bed. Garon, who was sleeping on his back, slowly opened his eyes. He looked outside in a daze, took a deep breath, and slowly lifted the blanket and sat up.
In the light red room, the red wooden boards on the walls and floor had some layers, revealing the light yellow wood underneath. The oil painting on the wall with silver edges of the wheat field was a little crooked. The window on the right was half open, and gusts of cold wind kept pouring in, making a faint sound.
Thump thump thump …
The faint sound of his sister Ying Er's footsteps came from the living room outside, unusually clear on the floor.
Garon rubbed his temples to clear his mind. He got off the bed. He was wearing gray pajamas with long sleeves and trousers, and his chest was a little loose. Pulling at his clothes, Garon's face showed a trace of helplessness.
"I didn't feel it before, but now I'm still wearing my mom's pajamas to sleep, why does it feel weird …"
He walked to the window and gently closed it.
Below the window, on the right was a street in the neighborhood. A few passers-by were wearing thick windbreakers, and one of them was even wearing a round hat and scarf. On the empty space behind the building on the left, there were a few more cars than usual. They were all black or white, and the two car lights were bulging like the eyes of a goldfish.
"This kind of car looks good, but in reality, it has to stop once every few miles. Let's wait for it to cool down …" Garon shook his head speechlessly. He sniffed, and he smelled a mixture of fried eggs and hot milk.
Leaving the window, he walked to the bedroom door and gently turned the doorknob, revealing a spacious red living room. On the right, the yellow and white curtains were constantly being blown by the wind outside.
On the left, he could see his sister Ying Er in the kitchen at the end of the room, carefully flipping the fried eggs in the pan with a black spatula. She had changed into a short black corset dress with a white lace at the bottom. Her legs had changed into the thickest black cotton pantyhose that hid the color of her skin. Her dark purple hair was casually scattered behind her back, and her red eyes were focused on the fried eggs in the pan.
"You're up? Go wash up, and then you can come over for breakfast. I bought fresh white bread, fried eggs, and warm milk. "Ying Er looked at Garon and said casually.
"Are they not coming back?" Garon wiped his face with both hands and felt that his hands were covered in oil. He walked a few steps forward and turned left. He entered the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror to turn on the tap.
Whoosh …
White water sprayed out from the faucet. Garon grabbed his red towel and wet it. He wrung it dry and pressed it on his face.
"Didn't I tell you last time? Something came up in the company, so he went on a business trip, "Ying Er answered casually.
"Do you know where to go?"
"I think it's Delin City … We'll have to take a long train from here. It would take at least three days to arrive. Going back and forth … "Ying Er said as she turned off the fire, poured out the fried egg, and put it on the table.
"He won't be back for more than a week, so we'll have to spend the weekend on our own again." She sat down and laid out the bread, milk, and fried eggs. "Okay, you can eat now."
Garon quickly rinsed his mouth and put the wooden toothbrush back into the cup. He turned around and walked out of the bathroom and sat across from Ying Er.
They sat across from each other on the rectangular mahogany table. On the silver metal plate in front of them was a triangular piece of light yellow bread. There were tiny letters on the bread.
Garon picked up the knife and fork, stuck one hand into the bread, and cut off a piece with the knife and stuffed it into his mouth. It was a little hard and a little dry. The sweetness was light, and it was very powdery.
Ying Er drank a mouthful of milk first. "Today is Saturday. Do you have any plans?"
"Hmm … I'm going to the old street in the south of the city, Pennington. There's a new antique shop there. I want to check it out." Garon lowered his head and ate the fried egg.
"Pennington is very far. From our Blue Tree Street, you have to go through the city center, and then walk for more than half an hour. Why are you going to the antique shop? " Ying Er was puzzled. "If there's nothing important, I want to go to the fruit market and take a look at the Pet Street next door. You can come with me and help me carry my things." She glanced at Garen after she finished speaking, her eyes flashing with a glimmer of expectation.
"I want to buy some white pears, my favorite," she quickly added.
"White pears?" Garon was a little surprised. Garon used to like white pears the most. "Forget it. I have something to do at the antique shop."
"Okay …" Ying Er nodded and didn't say anything else. She lowered her head and focused on eating.
"Oh yeah, it's autumn now. Remember to wear more clothes, so you don't get sick." Garon added. He stuffed the rest of the food into his mouth and drank the last bit of milk in the cup. "I'll go first." He stood up and went back to the bedroom to change his clothes.
Ying Er sat at the table and looked at Garon who stood up. She suddenly felt a little listless. She poked the bread on the plate from time to time.
Garon changed into a thick black coat and blue-black trousers. He walked out with a black and white square scarf around his neck. He was no longer as thin and weak as before. He looked like a slender and beautiful young man. But his eyes were a little too deep, like two dark red pure gemstones that were connected to the endless abyss. It was completely different from before.
The change in his eyes made Garon look more stable and solid.
Ying Er looked up and her eyes lit up. "How long are you going to be gone? When will you be back? "
Garon pulled the scarf around his neck. "I'll definitely be back for lunch. Okay, I'll go out first."
He walked to the door and changed into black leather boots. He opened the door and walked out.
The door of the house opposite the staircase was open. A middle-aged man wearing glasses and carrying a black bag looked back at him. He didn't say anything and closed the door behind him. He didn't even greet him.
Garon remembered this neighbor. The owner was the middle-aged man wearing glasses. His name was Boris. He didn't have a wife, only a seven or eight year old boy living with him. Both of them were taciturn and never greeted each other when they met. It was only when Garen and the others had just moved in that they greeted each other and introduced themselves when they went up and down the stairs. Usually, they would not greet each other when they met. This kind of impoliteness left a deep impression on Garon and his family.
Garon held the cold metal door and pressed it gently. He rubbed his hands. He felt his palms warm up and walked down the stairs.
He went down the stairs and turned left along the grayish-white checkered floor. He walked into the grayish-black road between the black street lamps.
He walked along the road out of the neighborhood. Both sides of the road were surrounded by yellow buildings. The sidewalk was protected by black railings. There were very few pedestrians on it.
An antique car was slowly driving on the road with white smoke coming out of it. Behind it was a yellow ox cart transporting fruits. The driver yelled and cracked his whip from time to time.
Garon walked on the sidewalk surrounded by black railings and looked at the yellow buildings around him.
The buildings on the street were all about seven stories high. Some of the square windows were open, some were closed, and there were even barbed wire. The edges of the buildings were curved and there were no sharp corners.
The cold autumn wind blew Garon's hair back. He couldn't help but lower his head. He felt that his skin was stiff, stiff and numb. There were small trees planted in the black railings. There were no leaves on the branches, just bare branches. There was one at a certain distance.
Garon walked along the sidewalk. After about twenty minutes, the number of cars and people on the street increased. He passed by a brass nameplate with the words "Garden Street" engraved on it.
He walked into a crossroad and turned left again. The houses on both sides of the street became gorgeous buildings with complex grayish-white patterns. There were also tall columns on the surface of the houses and some exquisite reliefs. The black street lamps on both sides of the road also had some white balls on top as decorations.
On the cold sidewalk, a woman in a thick white dress with silver edges was walking her dog. On the decorative black metal bench, two old men with crutches sat and chatted in a low voice.
Garon tightened his scarf and looked up to the left side of the building. The fifth floor of the grayish-white building on the left was where his uncle lived. They were able to enter the Shengying Academy largely because of his uncle.
His uncle started from scratch and built a strong business. He was one of the richest businessmen in Huaishan City. What was rare was that he had always been nice to Garon. It was only because of his preference for boys or because of their blood relationship that he treated Ying Er coldly.
"I'll go see my uncle when I come back later …" Garon lowered his head and quickened his pace, walking toward the end of the street with the grayish-white building.
He passed by a brass nameplate with the words "Pennington" engraved on it was erected on the sidewalk.
At the end of the street was an arc corner. Coincidentally, there was a small shop with an arched door at the corner. The door was open, and a pale yellow light came from inside. An old man with glasses sat in front of an antique yellow bookshelf, looking at a small object in his hand with a magnifying glass.
Garon glanced at the top right. There was a black triangular nameplate hanging on the grayish-white wall, with white letters engraved on it: Dolphin Antique Shop.
He strode into the shop and looked around.
Under the dim yellow light, there was not a single customer in the small antique shop.
The whole shop was dark red. There were more than ten tables of different sizes in the shop. The walls and tables were covered with thick dark red cloth, with some strange objects on them.
Garon stepped on the dark yellow wooden boards, making a clattering sound. As soon as he entered, he was startled to find someone on his right. He looked carefully and saw a white sculpture of a child with curly hair on the right side of the door. Only the shoulders and head were visible, and the lower part was made of rectangular stone pillars.
"What can I do for you?" The old man's skin was grayish-yellow, and his face was covered with black age spots and wrinkles. When he saw Garon enter, he put down the magnifying glass in his hand and asked in a low voice.
"Let me see …" Garon was startled, but he quickly calmed down and replied, "You don't have to greet me. I'm just looking around."
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