“On the afternoon of October 7, 271 of the New Calendar of Lornes
I invited my friends to play at home today, well... nothing to write home about.
Lowes New Calendar Year 271, October 8th afternoon
Wayne's gift last time was actually given to me? Shock. It was a very ugly big brown bear, and it also came with a handwritten card, which said: For Chrissy.
Oh, my damn charm! Is it because I'm usually too nice to Wayne? But if you don't care about him properly, what if he turns evil?
It's so hard for me.
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Lowes New Calendar Year 271, October 10th afternoon
Today I met people from the Baptiste Chamber of Commerce, and among them was Pochlin's younger brother Benjamin.
We mentioned Poquelin casually, and he really couldn't help but care about Poquelin's current situation. It seemed that there was still a bit of brotherly feeling between them.
He said he wanted to meet with Poquelin privately.
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Lowes New Calendar Year 271, October 12, afternoon
Tonight, Wayne and I made an appointment with Benjamin and Mr. Poquelin to have dinner at our house respectively.
hot pot! The decision is yours!
Hope everything goes well..."
In the study, Chris closed her secret diary and carefully hid it in the secret compartment under the desk.
From the side window, you can see the green courtyard of the Duke's Palace, and a carriage slowly drives into the courtyard gate.
Wayne was standing at the door of the mansion, ready to greet him.
This was to pick up Benjamin, and Mr. Poquelin's carriage had just set off.
"Good afternoon, Master Wayne." Benjamin greeted Wayne, then turned around and unloaded a heavy-looking box from the carriage.
When the box landed heavily on the ground, it stirred up a lot of dust, as if it had been idle for a long time.
"What is this?" Wayne asked.
"This is something my eldest brother used to have when he was little."
Benjamin said: "After he left, my father put it away and locked it. However, I stole it when my father was not paying attention."
Well done!
Wayne smiled and said, "Will your father be angry if he finds out?"
"My father is like that. He has a very stubborn personality. He obviously misses his elder brother very much, but he refuses to let go." Benjamin complained.
"He has been hiding these things for more than ten years. He refuses to throw them away or look at them. He thinks I don't know."
He thought for a while and said, "If I didn't take the initiative to expose it, it might take more than ten years for my father to find out."
Wayne asked his servants to help put the box away first.
"Chris has prepared her homemade hot pot tonight. I don't know if Mr. Benjamin is used to it."
Fortunately, Mrs. Ashwell and Duke Elliot went to visit one of her good sisters and were not at home today. Otherwise, it can be foreseen that she will be punished.
"I guess my taste is not picky, as long as there is meat." Benjamin smiled heartily.
…
Poquelin once again accepted the invitation of the Duke's Palace.
At this point, he had to admit that maybe the young lady from the Winche family had an unexpected talent in dramatic creation.
"Superhero Bobby" is not as full of satire on various social conditions as his other works, and it cannot be said to have such profound connotations.
It is just a fictional story about fighting monsters, but it happens to be loved by both men and women, old and young.
Especially little kids.
Whenever he saw those laughing children running around outside the theater, imitating the movements of the actors on the stage and shouting "Bobby, transform!", he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
He thought that Chris must have caught something that he hadn't realized yet.
Because she really opened up a path that no one seemed to have taken before.
Poquelin wanted to know why she chose such a story. What is the reason why such works are so popular?
The carriage stopped gently, and the attendant reminded him that he had arrived at his destination and opened the door for him.
"Thank you." Poklan subconsciously adjusted his hat and tie before stepping out of the carriage.
What appeared in sight was a familiar cauldron and a stone brick stove that was piled larger than last time.
Pokerland twitched the corners of his mouth.
He still had vivid memories of the last incident where he burned his lawn.
"Mr. Poquelin!"
Chrissy saw him and greeted him warmly.
She wore a very light long dress today, tied her long hair into a bun on her head, and wore sleeves on her hands to prevent them from being contaminated with oil.
Beside her legs, a white puppy's eyes lit up and it rushed towards him.
Poklan immediately smiled, squatted down, picked up the dog in his arms and petted it around.
"Good boy, have you been obedient lately? Have you missed me?"
Every time he saw Xiaobai, he felt as if his heart had been healed.
So smart and cute!
He walked toward them with the dog in his arms, but as he got closer, his pace involuntarily slowed down.
Next to Chris and Wayne, another young man who looked very unfamiliar but had a strange sense of familiarity was looking at him intently.
"You are..." Poklan was surprised.
"Brother!" The young man in front of him shouted excitedly.
Pokeran's hand loosened unconsciously, and Xiaobai fell to the ground with an "ouch".
This voice made him come back to his senses, and he quickly wanted to pick up Xiaobai again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't hold it firmly, does it hurt from the fall?"
Xiaobai got angry, quickly broke away from his hand and ran away.
"It doesn't matter, the lawn is very soft, it doesn't hurt." Wayne held a spoon in his mouth and a half-scooped cup of pudding in his hand.
But the tone was indescribably gloating.
"This is Mr. Benjamin from the Baptiste Chamber of Commerce." Chris introduced them to each other. "This is the famous playwright, Mr. Poquelin."
Poquelin said nothing.
But he pursed his lips, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his mood was obviously not calm.
"Brother..." Benjamin said with a hint of worry, "I asked the nobles of the Wenche family to let me meet you."
"Don't call me brother." Poklan said coldly.
"We are strangers. You should call me Mr. Poquelin."
Hearing him say this, Benjamin looked a little hurt.
Wayne blinked, stood up and greeted, "Mr. Pokerland, the hot pot this time is an improved version. I guarantee it will be better than last time."
Taking advantage of his identity as a child, he pretended not to understand the atmosphere and pressed Poquelin down on his seat.
He glanced at the maids accompanying him and told them to serve the food quickly.
"Actually, I didn't know anything about drama before, but under the influence of Mr. Poquelin, I finally discovered how interesting it is. I originally wanted to join the drama club in the school."
Wayne opened his eyes and told lies.
"If Mr. Poquelin is free, can I write to you to discuss it on a regular basis?"
