Duke of Grief

"What is this for?"

A civilian dressed in a thick fur coat and wearing a felt hat looked at the brightly colored street and wondered to the proprietress of the butcher shop: "Galina, do you know what's going on?"

"Who knows?" The proprietress of the first meat folder steamed bun in Wind City glanced at the door. "This morning, someone came to tie these ribbons, but there should be something big, like the last wealth. It was the same when the lady named us Wind City as'Holy City', wasn't Wind City at that time the same?"

The civilian looked out of the door and thought for a while, "Yes, but last time Ms. Fortune named Wind City "Holy City", what is it this time?"

"Anyway, it's a big deal!"

The proprietress took forty Tia from a guest, because there was no stock for more than two months before, and the store had insufficient stock of ingredients. If it was not because the maidservant opened the meat sale, the "Zhukov small shop" was really not Will definitely be able to welcome guests today.

Because'Tia' was jointly issued by the Windwind and the Wealth Church, the people of Wind City believe that the maid grown up will never harm them, and this currency is also very convenient to use, so now the main currency of Wind City civilians has quietly changed from 'Tongzi' became'Tia', and the bartering method seems to be gone forever.

Although the price is still "high", but this "high price" is only relative to the personal maid, she thinks the current price is still very high, but in the eyes of others, this price is already very low, plus On the release of'Tia', the quality of life of the people of Wind City has been significantly improved. ???? They are grateful to the maid grown-up and the lord grown-up. It is precisely because of the two grown-ups that their lives can be so beautiful.

So, no matter what strange things Cervantes or Serena did, these civilians would not have any doubts about them, because the good life they have now is what the two adults brought them, if If those two adults don't want to, most of them may still be living a life of'eating a meal and not a meal'.

It is even more unlikely that something as bad as it is now.

The snow has stopped since the early morning, and the snow covered with white flowers covered the ground. The civilians who were unable to appreciate the snow because of the cold and hunger stared at this silver-clad street.

Those beautiful street lights were hung with colorful ribbons to fill the original monotonous white canvas with vivid colors.

The red, orange, and yellow ribbons are blown by the cold wind, but they are as dexterous as the flames dancing in the sky-no matter how strong the cold wind is, the ``flame'' can flexibly avoid every ray of cold wind that can "extinguish" them.

Every street, every street lamp, and the ‘flame’ that seemed to be leaping gave the people of Wind City an involuntary sense of sight. Looking at the ribbons, people who were a little scared couldn’t help but show a smile.

Looking from the sky, Wind City seems to have fallen into flames, but that is why people feel warmth and security!

Those fluttering ribbons are like flames one by one. When the heart-warming fire shines in the heart, people subconsciously think of their little frame, there is always a smile on their faces, and they are very short-term Lord Lord .

"Mom, "Weekly News" is out!" The civilian in the felt hat had not finished eating the meat buns on his hands, and he saw the boss' son running in from the door and shouted excitedly to his mother.

A few scattered customers in the shop turned their heads after hearing the cry of the owner's son.

Because the owner’s son was standing beside him, the civilian wearing a felt hat couldn’t help but ask, “‘Outside the horn’? Boy, what is ‘outside the horn’?”

"Isn't "Weekly" only coming out once a week?" The owner's son raised the newspaper in his hand and said excitedly: "But the sixth week of "Weekly" was issued the day before yesterday, and another issue today. This is the "No." Ah! But it seems that the issue number is not included in the issue number, so the next week’s Weekly is still the seventh issue."

As soon as the shopkeeper’s son finished talking, he was pulled by his mother’s ears.

"Why did your kid have the money to buy the newspaper? Did you steal it? Are you going to be mad at me? Didn't the maid grow up say? Isn't the law stipulated? Theft is forbidden!"

The proprietress's roar spread to the street, making people unable to stand and watch.

As the mother shouted and noticed the sight of surprise and suspicion around her, the son of the shopkeeper was flushed with tears in tears.

He clapped his mother's hand while shouting: "I don't, I don't! I didn't steal money, I didn't!"

He desperately tried to explain that he had not stolen money, but the anxious shouting attracted more people's attention.

The lady boss grabbed her son's hand clutching the newspaper with the other hand. "You didn't steal the money. Where did the newspaper in your hand come from?"

"I didn't, I didn't..." The owner's son's ears were sorely hurt, and the suspicious eyes of people around him pierced his immature heart.

He cried with a cry: "I didn't steal, I really didn't steal!"

"what happened?"

Hearing the noise in the store, the store owner stepped out of the kitchen and saw at one glance that his wife was pulling his son's ear. He asked, "What happened to Alex?"

"You ask him yourself!"

After a glance at her husband, the proprietress pushed her son in front of him, and stood in situ with his arms ugly.

"Alex, what's wrong?"

The store owner looked at the crying son, rubbed his hands on the apron, and touched his son's head, "Is there anything I can tell my dad?"

"Mom said I stole money..." Alexey deflated, covering his red ears with one hand, and weeping with his head down: "But I don't, I really don't."

Tears continued to fall from the child’s face, and the shop owner saw his son’s appearance, and he felt uncomfortable, but he still put his generous big hands on his son’s head, soothing his son, while lightly Laughed: "Why would mom say you stole money? If you did not steal money, you can explain to her that you have no reason to steal money. If there is no evidence and reason, just say'not stealing yourself' is No one will believe it, Alexe, Dad believes that you did not steal money, I hope you can explain it to your mother, after all, mother just does not want to see you become a'bad guy'."

Alexey pouted and lowered his head without saying a word.

He covered his torn ear with his left hand, and clutched the newspaper tightly with his right hand, without saying a word.

The store owner smiled and patted his son’s shoulder, encouraging: "Aleksey, you are a man. None of the men in the sad wind is cowardly. If you steal the money, you are now running away. But if you haven’t stolen, you are the default. You should learn to face the problem head-on, silence and concession can’t solve the problem, because one problem can lead to the next one, if you don’t solve the first problem, then After that, if you want to solve those problems, you need to spend more energy. Alex-like a man, a man with a sad wind will not be afraid of problems, because we will only face the difficulties!"

"Alex, go!"

Alexey squeezed his mouth tightly, and after hearing his father's words, he squeezed his mouth tightly and turned away without saying a word.

"...Mom, I didn't steal money!"

Calena, calmed down by her husband's words, saw her son suddenly look up at him, his eyes were flushed, his teeth clenched, but he was facing himself.

Alexey stared at the dumbfounded mother, his anger and resentment spewed into "speech": "Mom, I didn't steal money, this newspaper," he raised his right hand~www.wuxiaspot .com~ Unfold the crumpled newspaper, "This newspaper is free, I did not steal money, because this newspaper is free! Really, right on the corner!"

"Aunt Galina, Alexe did not steal money." Alexey's neighbor, who was also his classmate, Erica squeezed in from the crowd, she also had a newspaper in her hand, "This A newspaper is really free!"

Galina returned to her country, looked at her angry son, blinked, her nose was sour, and her vision began to blur.

"I'm sorry, Alexe..." The lady boss covered her face in despair, "I'm sorry..."

The shop owner looked at the crowd around the shop, looked at the overwhelmed son, and laughed, said: "Alex, I know you are a good boy, what is written in the newspaper? You are so Come back anxiously, there must be something important to tell us?"

"Yes..." Alexey looked at his mother, opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

He lowered his head, instead of looking at Galina, but said to the newspaper word by word: "In order to welcome the arrival of the New Year, the mall is about to open..."